All posts by Eric Robert Nolan

Eric Robert Nolan graduated from Mary Washington College in 1994 with a Bachelor of Science in Psychology. He spent several years a news reporter and editorial writer for the Culpeper Star Exponent in Culpeper, Virginia. His work has also appeared on the front pages of numerous newspapers in Virginia, including The Free Lance – Star and The Daily Progress. Eric entered the field of philanthropy in 1996, as a grant writer for nonprofit healthcare organizations. Eric’s poetry has been featured by Dead Beats Literary Blog, Dagda Publishing, The International War Veterans’ Poetry Archive, and elsewhere. His poetry will also be published by Illumen Magazine in its Spring 2014 issue.

Have any of you guys ever gotten deja vu?

It’s the weirdest feeling.

“Fright Night 2” was an average night.

I submit that the direct-to-video “Fright Night 2” (2013) is the paragon of average horror movies.  It is neither great nor terrible.  You don’t immediately call your friends to recommend it, but you don’t bemoan its $1 rental price at Redbox either.  I’d give it a 6 out of 10.

The movie suffers greatly from an insufferably irritating iteration of protagonist Charlie Brewster.  He’s uncharismatic in every scene, including those showing his weaselly entreaties to the girlfriend who left him after he cheated on her.  (He is played blandly by Will Payne; she is played rather well by Sacha Parkinson.)  Entirely absent is the charm and likable innocence that Anton Yelchin brought to the role in 2011’s “Fright Night.”  (Kyle Reese fought vampires in 2011, then aided John Connor in the future to fight terminators, evidently.)

The lackluster Charlie here is compensated for by a terrific villain.  Jaime Murray is a fantastic female equivalent of Dracula.  She’s a strong actress, she’s a quite tall brunette who looks the part, and she knows how to both sex it up and scare us.  I love her as a bad guy (gal).  I’d love to see her play a conspirator on one of the nerd community’s most anticipated upcoming revivals: “24” or “The X Files.”  I’m told she has a role on that … medieval show that people watch.  “Shame of Thrones?”  “Dame of Thrones?”  I’ve never seen an episode.

“Fright Night 2” benefits from Romania as a wonderful shooting location, and it’s captured nicely by the talented eye of director Eduardo Rodriguez.  What is the deal with average or mediocre horror films being filmed on location in Romania?  Is it just really cheap to shoot there, like Prague?

Anyway, this movie’s title is a misnomer.  This movie isn’t a sequel to the terrific 2011 film.  It is actually a remake — we again meet Charlie Brewster and Peter Vincent (the very cool Sean Power) for the first time.  It’s confusing.  I’m guessing that this was a rejected script for the 2011 film that they decided to shoot anyway?

And here is my requisite exposition to silence the pedants in advance — of course we are all aware that this is a “remake of a remake.”  The 2011 film is a nice update of the 80’s classic.  (And wasn’t that fun flick the talk of the neighborhood back in the day?)

Sooooo, seeing how average this film was, I really can’t recommend that you ether watch it or skip it.  I guess I can just offer a neutral “hmm.”  I’d suggest that it is acceptable fare if you’re an especially ardent vampire movie fan who has already viewed the classics that are easily available.

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Reviews of my poetry

Hey, if you enjoyed my poem that was published by Dead Snakes yesterday, do remember that nearly all of my published work can be linked to from my website.  [EDIT: Man, that preceding sentence was awkward!]

From time to time, I’m capable of writing more than dirty limericks, and I’ve been lucky enough to occasionally receive some positive attention from editors.  Check out a few reviews right here:

Reviews of my poetry.

Oh!  The photo credit here should go to the classiest lady who ever graduated from Mary Washington College, Janet Walbroehl Winston.  Depicted is the Mary Washington College Amphitheater.

Have any of you guys ever gotten deja vu?

It’s the weirdest feeling.

We DIDN’T evolve from you.

We both evolved separately from a common ancestor.

Asshole.

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“The Last Day,” by Larry Jones

I am linking here to another poem over at Dead Snakes that I quite enjoyed — Larry Jones’ “The Last Day.”

It really is a terrific piece, and I’ve mulled it over a few times since it appeared on Wednesday.  It employs prosaic language to describe a sad exchange with a darkly ambiguous ending.

“The Last Day,” by Larry Jones

“American First, Irish Always”

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Publication Notice: Dead Snakes features “hens staring upward.”

Well, here is some nice news today — the good folks over at Dead Snakes have published my latest poem, “hens staring upward.”  (I know that its whimsical sounding title suggests another one of my joke poems, but this is definitely a darker piece, and does contain some disturbing imagery.)

Here’s the link:

“hens staring upward,” by Eric Robert Nolan

Thanks to Editor Stephen Jarrell Williams for graciously allowing me to share my voice once again over at Dead Snakes!

I actually got this Bible reference from when I was a kid!!

And it’s indeed funny that it appeared on an inspirational church placard.  Or maybe it’s just genius viral marketing on the part of a pastor somewhere … think about it.  This thing is really making the rounds on Facebook thanks to its (apparently) unintentional irony.

As many of you know, the words are Satan’s attempt to tempt Jesus to submit to him.  I think they were … standing on a hill?  And Satan was gesturing towards the lights of a city below them?  That’s how I pictured it, anyway.

I might have been six or seven when I first heard this.  I had only a muddy understanding of what divine or terrible powers figures from the Bible were supposed to have … I honestly was afraid that the Devil would produce a knife or sword from his tunic and just kill Jesus.  I had been taught that “Jesus was peaceful,” and I thought it meant he couldn’t fight back in the same way that Batman or the Lone Ranger could.  Yes, I did say “the Lone Ranger.”   The black and white television episodes were still in syndication when I was a little boy.

All my instincts as a boy told me that they SHOULDN’T BE JUST STANDING NEXT TO EACH OTHER.  Or that Jesus should at least have a sword to deflect an attacking blow.

It was one of two Bible stories that scared me as a child.  The other, of course, was the story of Herod and his pogrom against first-born sons.  I had a coloring book from our local Catholic parish, with a two-page spread showing little boys desperately hidden by their mothers throughout a village.  I definitely remember the drawing of a little boy hiding in a basket and peeking out from underneath its lid.  I wished him luck, and wondered where I would hide under the circumstances.

The story of the Great Flood actually did NOT scare me, even though that would have made sense.  All those animals stuffed on a boat was just too whimsical a notion for a little boy to let me meditate on the reasons for their placement there.

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Kahlil Gibran’s “He-She”

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