Tag Archives: Eric Robert Nolan

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.

 

large_ly6llsbUvXnKVnjmLrUwsbtkY5b

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.

 

Bulletin_of_the_State_Normal_School,_Fredericksburg,_Virginia,_June,_1915_(1915)_(14780801401)

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.

1520287

1960-allosaurus-attacking-brontosaurus-by-rudolph-f-zallinger

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

 

product_thumbnail

 

The Wonder Bread – Hostess Bakery in Jamaica, Queens (Photos)

My family tells me that all of us kids got sweets whenever we went there in the 1970’s to buy bread.  Being about four years old at the time, I can’t really remember that.

I definitely do remember loving Twinkies when I was a baby.  Strangely, I also remember seeing the Wonder Bread logo on the backs of trucks when we were driving.

That factory had a long run.  It closed only in 2011, believe it or not, after being in business for 130 years.  130 years … wow.

These photos were taken by Jim Henderson (via Wikimedia Commons).

 

1024px-Wonder_Hostess_Bakery_Outlet_Drake_Av_jeh

800px-Wonder_Drake_Hostess_factory_Jamaica_jeh

outside-wonder-bread-factory

Just a few quick shots of I-95 between Delaware and Washington, DC yesterday.

The first is from the Delaware Bridge; the second is from the Millard E. Tydings Memorial Bridge in Maryland.

The last is Union Station in Washington.

 

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

West 34th Street today and views of the NYC skyline.

I never claimed to be a famous photographer.  (Okay, once I actually did claim to be a famous photographer, but I was twentysomething and hitting on an amazing girl in one of Long Island’s tawdrier bars “out east.”  Was it … Bawdy Barn?)

If my inelegant eye doesn’t put you off too much, then enjoy these shots of West 34th Street today and the NYC skyline.  (I regret not getting a shot of the Freedom Tower.)

A quick thanks to the U. S. Army for making me feel safer in Penn Station, really.  Those guys look tough as nails, and just as sharp.  They were visibly scanning every passerby right in the middle of the station, a task I can’t imagine is easy.  But they were at the top of their game.

Hey Stephen King fans — you see that poorly taken snaphot that is second to last?  That’s none other than the NYC entrance to The Lincoln Tunnel.  Our good friend Larry Underwood had a particularly hard time entering and traversing that tunnel, didn’t he?  (It was much easier for me, as I inhabit a different level of The Tower.)

“Baby, can you dig your man?”

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

The Sandy Hook memorial playground in West Islip, NY

I took these shots yesterday of the Sandy Hook memorial playground in West Islip, New York, just past the marina and nestled against the Great South Bay.  This particular playground is dedicated to a little girl named Madeline Hsu.

It’s one of 26 such spaces in the tri-state area dedicated to the 26 victims of the 2012 Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting.

You can read more about the memorial sites here:

“Where Angels Play”

 

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA