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A short review of “It” (2017)

“It” (2017) succeeds on a number of levels; it’s both an excellent horror movie in its own right and a faithful adaptation of Stephen King’s incredible 1986 novel.  It’s rate it a 9 out of 10.

The movie works so well because it captures the book’s key juxtaposition of sweetness with horror.  There is a gentle innocence about the story’s circle of adolescent protagonists, who remain kind and good in King’s story — despite facing an incredibly powerful monster while being alienated by adults who are shifty, feckless, or monstrous themselves.  The screenwriters understand that juxtaposition, and successfully bring it to the screen.  The kids here feel real, three-dimensional, quirky and damned likable.  (My favorite was Eddie, the wisecracking hypochondriac, played by Jack Dylan Grazer.)  It adds great tension to the story.

And the monster itself is truly terrific, thanks to an inspired, menacing portrayal by Bill Skarsgard and startling visual direction that nicely summons summons both coulrophobia and grotesque (yet sometimes subtle) body horror.

The film might suffer just a little from something its makers couldn’t avoid — so many of its basic story elements are overly familiar tropes.  King wrote his novel more than 30 years ago.  “Scary” clowns are now omnipresent in popular culture.  (It’s something I’ll never understand.  Clowns are mysteriously and positively irritating to me.  They’re a lot like David Tennant before “Jessica Jones.”)  We’ve also seen more than a few alienated adolescents, period settings and shape-shifting monsters that impersonate our worst fears, in everything from “The X-Files” to “Stranger Things” to … other Stephen King adaptations.  We don’t want the filmmakers to neglect these key story components.  That would ruin the movie.  But they feel like overly common tropes in 2017.

Still, this was a great fright flick.  I can’t wait for Part 2.

 

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Throwback Thursday: the Card Catalog

I remember learning to use the card catalog in grade school in the 1980’s.  It was intimidating for a young kid.  The teacher made a big deal out of it, and those long, light brown wooden cabinets looked positively monolithic.  They looked as though they were holding difficult math problems in their uniform, ordered little drawers, in the same manner as the mute Sphinx might hold impossible riddles.

And I still remember how surprised I was at how easy it was.  You only had to remember one of three things: author, subject or title.  And the alphabet took care of the rest.  Every kid knew the alphabet.  It was a bizarrely empowering experience for a young, nascent nerd.

No, we didn’t have the Internet.  Hell, we didn’t even have the Internet for research purposes when I was in college.  I remember driving with Tom (the other most befuddled member of Mary Washington College’s psychology program) an hour and a half to Charlottesville to research our term papers at the University of Virginia.  That was a long drive.

 

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Do Androids Dream of Electric Geeks?

Google Deep Dream really is a Kafkaesque nightmare.

Find out for yourself by uploading your photo right here: http://psychic-vr-lab.com/deepdream/

 

Autumn is nearly here.

Pictured in the final shot is none other than a “Halloween dragonfly” (Celithemis eponina).  Which is pretty neat — I didn’t know “Halloween dragonflies” were a thing.

It crashed at my feet in what looked like death throes, however.  If that isn’t a depressing emblem for the advancing cold, I don’t know what is.

 

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[slips while walking away]

How do I feel about Freudianism?

I’d rather not talk about id.

 

 

 

Blue Virginia Skies.

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So I scratched my damn reading glasses.

And my backup pair has, inexplicably, a camouflage design.

Why do I have camouflage reading glasses? I don’t remember buying them. Am I supposed to be reading comics and writing bad poetry in the jungle? Am I the “nerd warfare” member of the G.I. Joe team? (Because “Knowing is half the battle?”) Somebody make a pasty-white, awkward action figure for me.

Frankly, I blame you people for this.

 

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Would anyone care for a free zombie horror story?

I wrote “The Siege of Fort Buzzard” years ago, and the nice folks over at “Tales of the Zombie War” published it in 2013.

The zombie “Youth Scouts” you find here are of course meant as zombie Cub Scouts; I just wanted to avoid any trademark infringement.

“The Siege of Fort Buzzard,” by Eric Robert Nolan

 

 

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Photo credit: By Mobilus In Mobili (https://www.flickr.com/photos/mobili/15441340349/) [CC BY 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

Why do I have a weird thing about rainswept tunnels?

No Freudians need respond.

 

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Salem, Virginia, August 2017

Roanoke College.

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College Lutheran Church.

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I keep telling people on my native Long Island how hilly it is in Southwest Virginia.  Depending on where you live, you might need to walk up or down just to visit your nextdoor neighbor.  It seems like nothing to people who raised here.  But it can feel utterly strange at first to anyone who grew up in a region that is almost uniformly flat.

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