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Piper at the Gates of Nolan

Here’s one for my to-do list — I need to learn the flute, call upon my Irish heritage, and then lead all the skunks out of Roanoke, in the same manner as St. Patrick led the snakes out of Ireland.  (He used a flute, right?  And is this basically the same story as the Pied Piper? Is one derived from the other?)

Dear God, the smell of those skunks is categorically toxic.  It is quite possibly the only downside of living here.  That odor is one problem that my native New York does not have.  Hell, I’m willing to bet even New Jersey doesn’t have it.

 

 

 

A review of “Jeepers Creepers 3” (2017)

Jeepers.

The first two “Jeepers Creepers” movies are vastly underrated classics, in my opinion — they’re well scripted and boast a truly original and frightening bogeyman.  The third, regrettably, struggles to retain even a B movie charm.  It’s a substandard horror film that I’d only grudgingly rate a 4 out of 10.

“Jeepers Creepers 3” (2017) is cloddishly written and awkwardly filmed.  The film also suffers from action sequences that are absolutely cartoonish.  A lot of this stems from the titular Creeper’s antique vehicle, which is now inexplicably depicted as being … conscious?  Possessed by the Creeper?  It drives itself, deflects bullets, launches projectiles, and contains booby traps that defy physics.  This leads to some Wile E. Coyote-style fight scenes with the story’s various protagonists, in which the saddest victim is the franchise’s credibility.

About those protagonists — there are far too many to examine with any real success; the two ostensible teenage main characters fall a bit flat.  There are so many characters that have backstories connected with the Creeper (and his signature, decades-hopping supernatural murder sprees) that the film simply becomes confusing.  And that confusion is made worse by this film’s chronology with the previous movies — it takes place immediately after the first, but before the events of the second.  (In all fairness, maybe the problem is me … I am being quite honest when I write here that I just do not follow movies as well as other people.)

With all of this exposition, though, one bit of lore is egregiously omitted – contrary to some of the movie’s advance press, we learn nothing about the creature’s origins.  And this is extremely odd, because a bunch of characters do.  There is a befuddling central plot point where the good guys methodically gain knowledge of their otherworldly foe by … touching one of its severed body parts.  But we, the viewers, learn nothing.

Even the makeup and special effects were inferior to the prior films.

I’m confused by all of the things I’ve written above, as “Jeepers Creepers 3” was written and directed by Victor Salva, who wrote and directed the excellent previous movies in 2001 and 2003.

I hope I’m not being too hard on the movie, because there’s still some fun to be had.  Jonathan Breck still chews the scenery quite nicely as the Creeper, and the monster’s character concept still manages to please.  In a horror movie market often dominated by seemingly interchangeable serial killers and undead little girls, the Creeper is a truly inventive monster — part human; part gargoyle; part body-stealing, feral Frankenstein’s monster.  He’s fun to watch, particularly for horror fans who’ve grown tired of the Patrick Batemans and the various angry ghost children that endlessly haunt the zeitgeist.  You could do a lot worse for a plot-driving antagonist.

And, thanks to so brutal a bad guy, there are occasional moments of tension in the movie.  It’s a bit scary, for example, when he attacks a group of teenaged motorcyclists.

This isn’t enough to make recommend paying for the movie, however — even if you’re a fan of the franchise, as I am.  I’d wait for “Jeepers Creepers 3” to hit Netflix or Hulu, or wait until it’s playing on SyFy again.

 

 

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“Halloween Beetle Haiku,” by Eric Robert Nolan

Halloween Beetle

sheds not his clever costume —

a jack’o’lantern.

 

 

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Throwback Thursday: NBC’s “Cliffhangers” (1979)

We were chatting about obscure TV shows a couple of weeks ago after I shared a post about “Manimal” (which I was surprised to find lovingly remembered by some otherwise sane people).  I was shocked when someone else remembered “Cliffhangers,” which ran for a single season on NBC in 1979.

Dear God, did I love this show when I was a first grader.  I hollered whenever it came on; I’m pretty sure my Mom was amused by that.  I think this is technically the first prime-time show I was ever a fan of.  (Yeah, I ended that last sentence with a preposition; it’s my damn blog.)

 

Ouchey Mountain Town Flora.

This happens from time to time.  I’ll be out walking, and I’ll inexplicably return covered with these — which is weird, because I don’t remember brushing up against any plants.

They get into my bed, and they’re actually sharp — creating the very real danger of injury to my unmentionables.

 

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My recording of “Roanoke Summer Midnight”

Hey, gang!  I had my reading of my poem “Roanoke Summer Midnight” included in a video by Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine a couple of weeks ago, after the piece was published in its 2017 anthology.  If you happened to miss that, this is the individual recording that I sent to the publisher for the video’s creation.  (I just uploaded it to Youtube.)

 

“The Raven,” by Edgar Allan Poe (read by Eric Robert Nolan)

Happy Halloween once again!  Below you’ll find my audio recording of Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven.”

I apologize that this and my other readings are a bit “breathy;” I doubt Poe envisioned an asthmatic narrator.  It’s because I’m recording these poems on my cell phone, and I’ve got to stand very close to it to be heard.  I believe I’ll be able to eliminate this problem when I get some better recording equipment.

Enjoy!

 

Pumpkins and poems

Happy Halloween!  My miniature books arrived yesterday from Poems-for-All, and they look just great!  Grendel Pumpkin and Ebullient Pumpkin are watching over a few copies right here.

 

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“With Orion’s sword, the Pumpkin arose …”

With Orion’s sword, the Hunter arose
And swept the world with fury and grace.
In him I was born, in him I will die,
In him I will lose name, station and face.

Death over weakness
Death over despair
Death over personal gain.

Death over dishonor
Death over undeath
Death over fire with no flame.

All this I pledge thee
O Grendel, great Khan
To serve and protect
Over death’s endless tide,

With your word in my heart
Your eyes in my face
And your tooth in my hand
By my side.

 

— from Matt Wagner’s “Grendel”

 

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“This Living Hand, Now Warm and Capable,” by John Keats (read by Eric Robert Nolan)

I was looking around the web for a Halloween poem to record (it’s a bit tricky, as they have to be in the public domain), and I found this very short poem by John Keats.  Its imagery makes it somewhat Halloweenish, I suppose.  I hope that you enjoy it.

If you do like this one, then stop by tomorrow for my reading of Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven.”