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Nobody reads my review of “24’s” past season.

But my review of a Disney princess film that came out seven years ago gets 27 Facebook shares.

You people mystify me.

My initial review of “The Signal” (2014) was going to be two sentences:

“WTF did I just watch?  YOUR GUESS IS AS GOOD AS MINE.”

Reflection does suggest a few more things for me to say for this challenging sci-fi thriller, even if I did need a little subsequent help from Wikipedia to understand it.

It is beautifully shot and scored, and has strong performances from all of its actors.  It does just great at establishing mood, and setting up an unsettling mystery.  And it is good, old fashioned, hard-core science fiction.

I DO think it runs a bit long, and has big pacing problems.  Simply put, this film is too slow to be scary.  So it fails as a horror movie or thriller.  There is insufficient exposition about what is going on, even for an intentional “mind-bending” movie in the tradition of films like “12 Monkeys” (1995).  Can we really be scared or affected if we have so little understanding of what is actually happening onscreen?

I STILL have questions.  Why does the facility appear to have technology only from the 1970’s or 1980’s?  Why is one character homicidal?  Why are alarms going off?!

Still, it was interesting, challenging, and lovely to look at.  It’s worth a look, if you want a darker, demanding film that makes you think.

Anyway, there actually is another recent science-fiction thriller entitled “The Signal.”  It was made in 2007, and should please fans of well made formula films like “The Crazies” or “Dawn of the Dead.”  I actually enjoyed that low-budget genre film more than I enjoyed this.

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Paranoid fear of the day —

— that now Uwe Boll will challenge me to a boxing match.

Oh well.  If it happens, then at last I can finally invoke the phrase (and in context!) “Come at me, Bro!”

“Seagull,” by Eric Robert Nolan

“Seagull,” by Eric Robert Nolan

(First publsihed in Dead Snakes, November 2013)

Like an awkward emperor,
you sit alone atop
the rooftop of my urbane neighbors.

Squat and fat and white, you’re
a satisfied and unenlightened despot.
Edicts issue out
From your discordant “caw!”

What do those yuppies think of you?
Your mien makes
Their rich art-deco house
A commonplace kingdom.
Your ungainly gait makes
a prosaic palace of their home.

Cardinals arcing over
are airborne scarlet darts.

Pairs of swallows will sometimes
loop in symmetry.

You’ll have none of it. You’re
All utilitarian flight
And graceless landings.

If you were human
you’d be a pot-bellied plumber, perhaps
in a wife-beater t-shirt
holding a beer.

Other birds will swoop and dive.
Other birds will sing.
But your cawing only exhorts us,
“Hail to The King.”

© Eric Robert Nolan 2013

http://deadsnakes.blogspot.com/2013/11/eric-robert-nolan-three-poems.html

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14 real things my female friends have recently taught me:

1)  Use your debit card instead of making ATM withdrawals to avoid the fee.

2)  Ramen noodles have no nutritional value.  And healthy meals CAN be made fairly quickly.

3)  Just pull your shirt over that belt.

4)  Try not to worry too much about what other people think.

5)  Try not to worry too much about your age.

6)  Not everybody is trying to search your computer.  Also, you might be a little paranoid.

7)  Not ALL vegetables assault the senses. Try this with a little cheese.

8)  Reciting W. H. Auden is fine, but it’s okay to learn the work of other poets too.

9)  One thing at a time.

10)  Breathe.

11)  “What did you eat today?”  (You should eat more.)

12)  Don’t freak out if I sound like your mother.  (“WHAT DID YOU EAT TODAY?!!”)  I am not “in collusion with” your mother.  Also, you may be a little bit paranoid.

13)  Sometimes there is a bit of a fine line between chivalry and sexism.

And last, but not least, the oft-revisited imperative:

14)  SOMETIMES THERE ARE THINGS THAT WE DO NOT SAY OUT LOUD.

“Feast,” by Eric Robert Nolan

“Feast”

Originally published on October 16, 2013, by Every Day Poets.

http://www.everydaypoets.com/feast-by-eric-robert-nolan-2/

This give me a few IDEAS …

… and, whaddya know … a few of my friends just happen to be ACTORS.

Russ, Linsee … care to stop over sometime?

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“After Sept. 11, a 62-year-old poem by Auden drew new attention. Not all of it was favorable.”

Linking here to a great article in 2001 by Peter Steinfels at the New York Times, discussing the renewed popularity of W.H. Auden’s “September 1, 1939” after 9/11.

I knew the poem was controversial, and that it arguably could have been quoted out of context, as it references the events preceding World War II.  But I had no idea how controversial.  I can’t believe the famous piece was later so “loathed” by Auden himself.

Here is a link to the poem itself, at the website of Academy of American Poets:

http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/september-1-1939

“Liberty’s Gal,” by Eric Robert Nolan

This was written 13 years ago in Queens, New York, after the September 11th attacks.

Never forget.

“Liberty’s Gal,” by Eric Robert Nolan

Italian blood runs hot
Under coffee-colored African skin,
Through Vietnamese veins, fed
By a jackhammer Irish heart.

Lithe Iranian hands
Guide a Swedish skirt
Across Parisian legs.

Share an irreverent joke.
She laughs with the warmth of Canada.
Her Samoan smile comes easily.

Ask and she’ll join you in
A Brazilian toast,
A Vatican prayer,
Old Arabian verses
Or Norwegian song.

Argue, if you like.
She is prone to opinions and forgiving of dissent.
Her Japanese adherence to honor
Is expressed with British civility.

She’s used to disagreement,
And she’ll answer back —
Greek logic and Chinese wisdom
Are equally at her command.

But don’t touch her. Never arouse
Her Spanish temper.
Her German sense of purpose.
Her Russian tolerance for grief.
Her Colombian notions of vengeance.

Never arouse
Her Australian, white-knuckled toughness.
Her Native American will
To guard the dirt at her toes.
Her Puerto Rican sense
Of protection of kin.

Never arouse
Her Afghan memory,
Her Israeli flair for reprisal.
She’s wont to undertake
A Mexican vendetta.

And if aroused, nothing can deter her:

Not illness in envelopes.
Not zealots in caves.
Not soot-colored cities or glass in the streets.

Not desert alchemy,
Or the asymmetric threat
Of a holocaust virus,

Not the grimace of a gap-toothed skyline,
Or silence in engine-less skies
As vast iron birds, once as common as swallows,
Are felled to the ground.

(c) 2002, Eric Nolan

Originally printed on January 1, 2002, at the Veterans of Foreign Wars Post 2053, White Cloud, Michigan, website

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Oedipus didn’t have a girlfriend exactly, but he did have a significant mother.

I just made that up. I am on FIRE tonight. I do have a PayPal account if you people want to volunteer a cover charge.