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A short review of Season 1 of the “Wolf Creek” TV series (2016)

“Wolf Creek” (2005) and “Wolf Creek 2” (2013) are among the most chilling and effective horror films out there.  (They can be difficult for even seasoned fans of the genre to watch.)  And last year’s follow-up television series faithfully channeled so much of their mood, tone and atmosphere that it should have been just as effective.  What a shame that its first season falls short due to tremendous problems with pacing and story structure.  I’d rate it a 6 out of 10.

The six-episode arc has the feel of the films.  It was written, directed and produced by Greg McLean, as they were.  Once again, the forbidding Australian outback is itself a central character, gorgeously captured and lovingly presented by the show’s cinematography.   I think it’s been a long time since I saw a horror film or series so successfully project a mood.  Also returning, of course, is John Jarrett in his perfect and perfectly frightening portrayal of the serial killer Mick Taylor.

Lucy Fry’s young American antihero, Eve, is the latest to face off against him, but there’s a twist — after surviving the slaughter of her family, she resolves to find and kill him.  Fry is just great in the role; Dustin Clare is well cast as the nice-guy cop who alternately pursues and tries to rescue her from danger.  The rest of the cast is also roundly terrific.  The soundtrack and scoring are beautifully atmospheric.

Unfortunately, though, all of these elements appear within a plot that moves at a snail’s pace.  We actually don’t see much of Mick for many episodes — the story focuses on Eve’s haphazard, calamitous odyssey through rural Australia, encountering criminals, good Samaritans and just plain lunatics.  McLean scripts a protagonist that is compelling and cool, and Fry is a good actress.  But many of the events of her journey are only tangentially related to the story’s central conflict, which is her duel with Mick.  I get the sense that fans might tune in to see a horror film, but might be disappointed by a moody, loosely plotted travelogue through McLean’s brutal fictional interpretation of the Australian outback.

I wondered how the screenwriter here could make such a major miscalculation.  Then I remembered that the “Wolf Creek” films, despite their brilliance, were also quite slow.  They contained what seem like lots of supporting or ancillary material connected with Mick’s victims, which were ultimately interspersed with the intense violence that made them terrifying movies (not to mention Jarratt’s flawless portrayal of a violent sociopath).

But those movies both had an hour-and-forty-minutes running time.  These six episodes add up to four full hours.  The slow pace of films was a forgivable flaw — it even came across as deliberate pacing.  It’s frustrating, though, for any onscreen story lasting more time than that.  I honestly think I would have enjoyed Season 1  much more if it had been edited down to half its length — into maybe three episodes or one feature film.

Oh, well.  This series is still remarkably well made, and I do think it will please many fans of the films.  If you enjoyed those, I would recommend giving this series a shot.

 

Grandin Theatre, March 2017

The nonprofit Grandin Theatre looks like a hell of a fun place for a film buff.  The building dates from 1932, and upcoming screenings include  “To Have and Have Not,” “The Trouble With Harry,” and Kevin Smith’s “Mallrats.”  The theater is screening “The Boondock Saints” for free on St. Patrick’s Day.

 

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Raffaelle Monti’s “The Sleep of Sorrow and the Dream of Joy,” 1862

Photo credit: By Tony Hisgett from Birmingham, UK [CC BY 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

Former Peacock-Salem Launderers and Cleaners building in Salem, VA

This building had too much character for me not to photograph it.  It is the former site of the Peacock-Salem Launderers and Cleaners on Colorado Street in Salem.

The business is not defunct — they actually just moved elsewhere in town five years ago. Prior to that, the building below was used since 1935.

 

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Site update. Your thoughts?

Hi, guys.

I just finished reworking the website a bit — mostly trying to create at least a quasi-professional looking Purchasing page, and swapping out most of the public domain photos for my own shots.  (Mine of are inferior quality, of course, but I wanted the site to feel more “mine.”)

If any of you guys feel like perusing the site, and offering constructive feedback, I would be very grateful.  (Be gentle … poets are sensitive creatures, and living in Southwest Virginia has softened me up a bit — everybody is so damn polite!!)

I know most people tend to respond via Facebook, but anyone else can feel free to comment or shoot me a note here, as well.

Again, my goal here was to create something more professional, as well as easy to navigate.   Does the Purchasing page feel at least somewhat professional?  And I am thinking of getting rid of the Brevity is the soul of wit section entirely … I tacked it on years ago, and now it feels superfluous and childish.

Speaking of my photos … I can’t resist running the one below again.  It’s trippy.  I love it.

 

 

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Grandin Village, Virginia, March 2017

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Only in the South can you find an “ice cream and soda bar” on the main strip.  Some great friends of mine introduced me to “Pop’s” a couple of weeks ago.  Diet be damned; I can’t wait to find an excuse to go back.

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The below sign for Tae Kwon Do apparently advertises training in styles from “Traditional” through “WTF.”

I’d love to know what the “WTF” style of fighting is.  I’ll bet it’s something to see.

Below the sign is Grace’s Pizzeria.  (I wish I’d gotten a better picture.)  The pizza there is damn good, if a little extra greasy.

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Some more terrific art from Jennifer Shepit …

You just know I had to share the first two, given my penchant for canids.

Jen also told me that “ducks make horrible models,” as she had to follow them around to sketch them.  I think it would be hilarious to watch her work.

You can find her Etsy shop right here.

 

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9-11 Memorial in Salem, Virginia

Salem has its own 9-11 Memorial, beside Fire Station No. 1 at the corner of Calhoun and Market Streets.  (I am sorry that my photography skills here are quite poor.)  What you see below are two steel beams from the 33rd to 36th Floors of the World Trade Center’s North Tower.

I’ve seen several of these memorials in New York; I was surprised to find one so far south.

 

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Thomas Eakins’ “Music,” 1904

Oil on canvas.

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Don’t buy George Orwell’s “Nineteen Eighty-Four.”

Not if you’d rather read it for free, that is.

I keep reading that it raced to the top of various bestseller lists at the end of January.  (And I can’t imagine why.)  That’s just great, but it’s also available to read for free at various places online.

Here’s one:  Nineteen Eighty-Four.

 

*****

“It was always at night — the arrests invariably happened at night. The sudden jerk out of sleep, the rough hand shaking your shoulder, the lights glaring in your eyes, the ring of hard faces round the bed. In the vast majority of cases there was no trial, no report of the arrest. People simply disappeared, always during the night. Your name was removed from the registers, every record of everything you had ever done was wiped out, your one-time existence was denied and then forgotten. You were abolished, annihilated: VAPORIZED was the usual word.

“For a moment he was seized by a kind of hysteria. He began writing in a hurried untidy scrawl:

“they’ll shoot me i don’t care they’ll shoot me in the back of the neck i don’t care down with big brother they always shoot you in the back of the neck i don’t care down with big brother ——”

 

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