A few quick words on “47 Meters Down” (2017)

Yes, “47 Meters Down” is silly in places, and I don’t think it will ever be held up as an example to students of good screenwriting.  But I can’t slam any horror-thriller that scared and entertained me.  And the sharks here (which were surprisingly well rendered by CGI) made me jump a few times.  Furthermore, there are a couple of surprises late in the story, and I thought that one of them was wonderfully well executed.

This movie actually reminds me a little of last year’s “The Shallows.”  Neither movie is 1975’s “Jaws,” but neither pretends to be.  They’re both perfectly serviceable monster movies that present horror movie fans with a great way to kick off the summer.

I’d rate this film an 8 out of 10 for being a fun, if forgettable, shark flick.

 

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Cover to “Night of the Living Deadpool” #1, Jay Shaw, 2014

Marvel Comics.

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“We’re Gonna Rock Down To … Electric ROAD?!?!”

Somewhere, Eddy Grant is crying right now.

I expected better of you, Roanoke.

 

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“Fear the Walking Dead Poets Society?” With music by Glenn Miller?

Besides its references to Charles Bukowski, Sunday’s episode of “Fear the Walking Dead” also referenced Hughes Mearns’ haunting poem, “Antigonish.”  I might have run this poem on the blog before; it is often referred to as “I Met a Man Who Wasn’t There.”  (This is the piece that the character Phil is reciting when he is found by the search party.)

Strangely enough, I discovered just now that Mearns’ poem was set to music by none other than Glenn Miller himself.  Miller entitled his 1939 jazz adaptation “The Little Man Who Wasn’t There,” which is another individual line in the poem.

Now all we need is zombie prep school lit students in the next episode.

 

“Antigonish,” by Hughes Mearns

Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
I wish, I wish he’d go away…

When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn’t see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door… (slam!)

Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away…

 

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Cover to “Flash Annual” #4, Mike Parobeck, 1991

From DC Comics’ “Armageddon 2001” crossover.

 

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Methinks thou dost project too much.

Donald Trump accuses Barack Obama of colluding with Russia?

That’s like O.J.’s search for “the real killers.”

On a related note, the “I’mwithDepp” hashtag was brought to my attention today … I myself am NOT with Depp.

Vote Trump out of office and challenge his administration in the courts. Or, better yet? MOCK him.

If “a coward dies a thousand deaths,” then a wounded narcissist dies ten thousand.  Trump, and all men like him, have an easily exploited vulnerability — ridicule will keep them up at night, far more than it would keep up you or I.  You know what would cause more far more pain than any act of violence? Suggesting that he has “tiny hands.” Or suggesting that a Black man and a constitutional lawyer who graduated with honors from Harvard was a better president than him.

 

 

Oh, Deer.

A buddy of mine here in Southwest Virginia makes wicked-good venison burgers on his grill.  True story.

 

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“Robo-Cricket Reprieve Haiku,” by Eric Robert Nolan

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Ah, the absence of
steroidal cyborg crickets
shrieking their death dirge.

 

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Botetourt County, Virginia, June 2017

At left is a Bradford Pear tree, at right is a Cleveland Pear.

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Bradford Pear.

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This Bradford Pear tree was felled by a derecho windstorm.

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Termites?  A mutant steel-billed woodpecker?

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I have no idea what this … organism is, but it looks like the inside of a dog’s ear.

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“Faith,” William Henry Margetson, circa 1910

I love this piece.  What an extraordinary feeling it must be for a man to be able to create like this.

 

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