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A short pan of “Contracted” (2013)

“Contracted” (2013) actually begins with a creative, compelling premise for a zombie-horror movie — what if the zombie contagion began as a sexually transmitted disease, and we viewers followed the horrifying experiences of patient zero at the pandemic’s inception?

Unfortunately, any praise this movie deserves ends there.  It’s poorly written.  I get the sense that writer-director Eric England has only the vaguest ideas about what a primary care physician does or says, or how any medical professional might react to an unidentified contagion.  He also shows us a world in which the local police are evidently responsible for investigating disease outbreaks, and where 20-somethings are sexually attracted to partners who are visibly, violently ill with what looks like some kind of flesh-eating plague.

England’s direction is also lackluster, as is most of the acting.  (An exception is that of lead actress Najarra Townsend.)

This story actually gets interesting when the viewer finally sees its events in tragic context — but that takes places less than two minutes before the credits roll.  (You’ll understand what I mean if you manage to sit through this.)

I’d give “Contracted” a 2 out of 10 for a creative story idea, and I’d recommend you skip it.

 

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My sad, ironic “Daryl Dies” theory for “The Walking Dead”

[THIS POST CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE MID-SEASON PREMIERE OF “THE WALKING DEAD,” AS WELL AS THE ORIGINAL COMIC BOOK SERIES.]

Okay, I am almost always wrong in my TV prognostications, but I can’t resist sharing my newest “Walking Dead” fan theory, as it seems like something nobody else has picked up on.

In the (quite outstanding) Season 6 mid-season premiere this past Sunday, Daryl Dixon receives a minor knife wound from one of Negan’s men.  It isn’t a dramatic moment; it occurs off screen.  It also isn’t a plot point, as it affects nothing else that occurs during the episode’s story.

Yet the writers do make an effort to show that it happened.  We see it below his left shoulder, Sasha talks to him about it, and we see him being treated by Denise at the show’s ending.  It seems to have been placed there for a reason.

Well … in the comics, something similar happens to certain minor characters.  After a pitched battle with Negan’s forces, they succumb to the zombie contagion after receiving minor wounds from knives or crossbow bolts.  (Daryl isn’t a character in the comics, but a bad guy wields a crossbow.)  They die, to the surprise of their friends and the doctor treating them.  That’s because Negan has instructed his men to contaminate all of their blunt or bladed weapons with tissue from the zombies.  (It’s a particularly nasty plot development in a pretty brutal comic series.)

Of course, I am nearly always wrong on these things.  And it could just be a red herring — it wasn’t too long ago that we saw Rick nursing a wounded hand throughout an episode or two, leading to fan speculation that he’d been bitten and infected.

 

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Check out “File 770.”

I discovered something rather nice today — one of my recent “Throwback Thursday” blog posts got a nice mention over at “File 770,” Mike Glyer’s Hugo Award-winning science fiction fan newzine.

The post excerpted was about the offbeat late-1970’s “Planet of the Apes” merchandise I remembered from my early childhood.  It was referenced on January 26th in Mr. Glyer’s regular “Pixel Scroll” feature, which highlights news, opinions and links from science fiction fandom around the web:

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I’m flattered to be mentioned there, as the prestigious File 770 received the Hugo Award for Best Fanzine no fewer than six times, most recently in 2008.  (Mr. Glyer is a three-time Hugo recipient for Best Fan Writer.)

The site is a hell of a lot of fun too — particularly for longtime genre fans who want to take a look at what other fans are reading and viewing.  Check it out today; you won’t be disappointed.

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Because my friends have too much time on their hands.

Yes, that is indeed Mr. Bentley from “The Jeffersons.”

 

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A tiny review of “Southbound” (2015)

I can’t quite muster the same enthusiasm as everyone else for “Southbound” (2015) — I’d give it a 7 out of 10.  Yes, it’s clever how the five interlocking tales of this horror anthology are finally shown to weave together at the end (and it nicely parallels the equally clever movie poster below).

But the tales themselves were sometimes a little difficult to follow, with too little exposition.  One seemed incoherent.  And … exactly what was the role of the woman we see using the pay telephone?

It does have a few things going for it.  The tone is right — it’s a definitely a serious horror anthology for adults, with no camp and no gratuitous gags.

This movie was largely saved for me by the flying baddies to which we are introduced in the first entry.  (I don’t think that’s much of a spoiler, since we see them assailing us in the film’s trailer.)  They’re entirely originally, artfully grotesque, and possibly nightmare inducing.  You know what would have been an amazing movie?  A well-scripted horror-mystery in the same vein as “The Ring” (2002) or “The Grudge” (2004), focusing entirely on these antagonists.   Or maybe a supernatural desert-chase survival-horror movie.  I’d watch that.

 

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Publication Notice: Dead Snakes features “blizzard.”

I’m honored once again to see my latest poem published by Dead Snakes!  A big thanks to Editor Stephen Jarrell Williams for allowing me to share “blizzard.”

http://deadsnakes.blogspot.com/2016/02/eric-robert-nolan-poem.html

The The’s “Helpline Operator”

That headline isn’t a typo — the name of this group actually is “The The,” which made them incredibly hard to Google for me for a very long time.  Turns out song titles help out a lot in online searches.

I used to opine that Depeche Mode was a sexier Pink Floyd with a faster beat.  (Relax purists, I know that absolutely no one can truly compare to Pink Floyd.)  I like to think of “The The” as though they were a low-tech garage-band equivalent of Depeche Mode  — like maybe somebody crossbred Mode with Weezer, and threw some saxophone in.

Anyway, this 1993 album, “Dusk,” brings back college memories for me in the same way that “They Might Be Giants” or “Three Dog Night” probably does for my classmates.

 

From the “Bulletin of the State Normal School,” Fredericksburg, Virginia, June, 1915

Mary Washington College, just under two years before America entered the First World War.

Is this Monroe Hall?  The trees behind it appear lower, suggesting the slope down to Sunken Road.

It’s amazing.  I lived on the campus for four years, but almost never stopped to ponder (or even bother to ask) how old those buildings really were.  If this is Monroe, then those twin basement windows, far right, were where a good-natured “Macroeconomics 101” teacher gently advised me that I “could have done better in” his class in the Spring of 1990.  It was the mildest of reproaches; I think he only meant that I was bright and should have studied harder than a “C” student.

 

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Throwback Thursday: “Dinosaurs and Other Prehistoric Reptiles”

No, that headline does not refer to the animals themselves; even I am not that old.  I am referring to Jane Werner Watson’s eponymous “Giant Golden Book” that I loved as a little boy.

My mother and father made sure that my early childhood library included plenty of dinosaur books.  Growing up just couldn’t be the same without them. “Dinosaurs and Other Prehistoric Reptiles” was a favorite.  I wanted to be a paleontologist until “Raiders of the Lost Ark’s” arrival in 1981 switched my dream career to archeology.

That’s an allosaurus you see doing so much damage in the second picture.  When I was a little boy, I imagined him as Tyrannosaurus Rex’ equally mean little brother.

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Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine features “Confession”

I’m honored today to see “Confession,” easily my most popular poem to date, featured in Issue 10 of Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine.  As in the past, I am grateful to Editor Samantha Rose for allowing me to share my work alongside that of so many talented writers.

Issue 10 can be purchased in paperback format for just $3.41 right here:

Issue 10 in paperback

Issue 10 can also be downloaded in PDF format for free!  Just click here:

Issue 10 for free in PDF format

 

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