People just say things differently in Virginia.

I stopped by the Arby’s in Vinton and ordered at the counter, and the girl asked me, “Is there a name for your order?”

Except I didn’t I didn’t understand what she meant, and I got flustered about being from out-of-town, so I stammered something along the lines of, “I dunno, let’s call it Ted,” and now the people at Arby’s think I’m some kind of maniac.

 

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Untitled drawing by Zdzisław Beksiński, 1966

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A review of “Pet Sematary” (2019)

“Pet Sematary” (2019) is an unnecessary remake, but still a decent one.  I personally prefer the flamboyant 1989 film adaptation of Stephen King’s novel; it was more garish and stylish, if a little campy.  (And its flashback sequences involving one character’s deceased sister are priceless horror fare.)  But this sleeker, more restrained update is nonetheless still made and sometimes pretty scary.  I’d rate it an 8 out of 10.

The writing and directing are generally good, even if certain jump scares were so heavy-handed that they were nearly laughable.  (The script wisely capitalizes on the universal, existential dread of mortality, as the first film did.)  There are few new bells and whistles here; the 2019 film instead tries to distinguish itself with a key variation in the plot of King’s eponymous 1983 book.  (I won’t describe it here, as I’m not certain whether it is a spoiler.  But this change isn’t “shocking,” as The New York Times’ headline proclaims; it’s simply a basic story alteration.)

The cast is roundly quite good.  A surprise standout for me was Amy Seimetz, who plays the mother of the story’s troubled Creed family with surprising power and nuance.  She’s a damned excellent actress.  And I was surprised to learn that I failed to recognize her as one of the doomed spacefarers  from 2017’s “Alien: Covenant” — another role that required her to portray apprehension and panic.

There were two possible nitpicks that occurred to me as I watched “Pet Sematary,” but these probably aren’t the fault of the filmmakers, as they likely stem from the literary source material.  (I read the book several times, but I was a young teenager when I did so.)  As an adult, I am only a fuzzy on two story elements:

  1. How is the character of Victor Pascow (played here by Obssa Ahmed) able to offer help to the troubled Creed family?  Can anyone in his circumstances do so?  Might others step forward as well?  Why should Pascow be uniquely motivated?  (I am again trying to keep this review spoiler free.)
  2. Why is the mother’s traumatic childhood a factor in the story’s present?  It’s … mostly tangential, right?  It is a compelling character element, and portrayed beautifully by Seimetz.  But I don’t fully understand how it seems to affect what transpires before us.

One final note — I’ve seen a few people on the Internet compare John Lithgow’s performance to that of Fred Gwynne in the 1989 film.  (They both play the character of Jud, the family’s elderly neighbor.)  Lithgow is predictably wonderful here — especially when Jud is showing kindness to the young daughter (played charmingly by Jete Laurence).  But Gwynne was better, because he was so perfectly cast.  It was a role that he was born to play.

 

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“Diana,” Jules Joseph Lefebvre, 1879

Oil on panel.

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(Snow wrote that poem about the three-eyed raven.)

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My poem “Confession” was featured by The Piker Press today.

I’m honored to share here today that my poem “Confession” was featured by The Piker Press!  You can find it at the link below:

“Confession,” by Eric Robert Nolan

Thank you, Editor Sand Pilarski, for allowing me to share my voice among so many talented contributors.  I am grateful for the opportunity.

 

 

 

I took this shot at the end of March.

Spring is here, people.

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Ducking any responsibility for good taste.

A pal of mine just complained on Facebook that autocorrect keeps censoring a certain curseword and changing it to “duck.”

I told him that autocorrect HAD to censor it — because its meaning is fowl.

DAMN, I’M GOOD.

 

 

Illustration of Canto 7 of Dante Alighieri’s “Inferno,” by Gustave Dore, 1892

The artist died in 1883.  The date above refers to the illustration’s publication by Cassell and Company in its 1892 edition of Dante’s Inferno.

The caption reads, “Now seest thou, Son!/ The souls of those, whose anger overcame. — Canto VII, Lines 118-119.”

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“I guess we often get the deep blues, both of us …”

“I guess we often get the deep blues, both of us, and wonder what it all means — the people, the buildings, the day by day things, the waste of time, of ourselves.”

— Charles Bukowski

 

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