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Blogging my only review of a “Doctor Who” episode. Because I’m a masochist.

And I enjoy the sheer antipathy that is inevitably inspired by any criticism of this show (or, God forbid, actor David Tennant).

No, seriously — I actually really liked the horrorish episode, “Blink,” with the weeping angels.  I’m running this for my old friend David Bozic, who, it turns out, is another devoted “Whovian.”

Here’s the review I did on Facebook maybe two years ago:

*****

Doctor Who generally isn’t my thing.  But I have friends who are really diehard … “Whovians?”  Is that what they call themselves? And Alex Tirado-Snyder finally talked me into watching a particularly good episode – Season 3’s “Blink.”

I wasn’t disappointed.  This is actually a great little horror story, and you can enjoy it even if you’re unacquainted with the bizarre (and poorly delineated, in my opinion) rules for this unique sci-fi universe.  It honestly reminds me of something that Stephen King might have written, albeit for a general tv audience.  I was genuinely creeped out by the story’s adversaries, which I won’t describe because of spoilers.  The repeated line of “Don’t blink!” along with the episode’s closing shots, were nice and frightening.

It’s also a damned cool time-travel story – if you’re patient and pay attention, you’ll see that it works.  Carey Mulligan is a really good actress in a lead guest role, and parts of the story (featuring characters displaced in time) are pretty poignant.  I’m not sure this episode really merits its Hugo Award, but it was still a good watch.  I’d recommend it.  Thanks, Alex.

It’s easy to see why this widely venerated show has such a devoted fanbase.  It’s fun and quirky and smart.  Still, I can’t say that this franchise is quite my thing.  I feel the same why about this as I do about Joss Whedon’s work.  I know it’s well made, but it’s too high-camp for me.  Also … I can’t explain this, but David Tennant just gets on my nerves.  I remember being turned off by him in his role in 2011’s “Fright Night” remake.  I don’t know why … is he too chipper?  Too manic?  Is there an androgynous quality about him that I find unsettling?  There’s something about him that suggests an overeager British schoolboy that won’t shut up and just won’t leave you alone.  Whatever.  I’m sure the problem is me.  He’s a very good actor, and of course he’s well suited for this role.

Postscript: I had a lot of fun with this story because it brought back something from my childhood.  In the long ago pre-internet days when I was 11 years old, the kids on the street would huddle under Jason Huhn’s porch on summer nights and tell ghost stories.  I made up a monster a little like the one in this story, and it scared my best friend Shawn because I portrayed him as the victim.  He tried to make me stop telling the story, but the other kids insisted I continue.  He got pretty agitated.  So I was kind of a jerk when I was a kid, too, sort of.

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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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