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A quick review of “The Godsend” (1980)

A picnicking English family encounters a mysterious, pregnant young woman in a meadow.  Her behavior is strange, and the little she says is puzzling.  They take her home, and are then surprised when she suddenly gives birth to an infant girl there.  Then she inexplicably vanishes.

The couple, who already have five children, adopt the baby as their sixth.  But their unusually large family begins to be depleted, after their biological children die, one by one, under mysterious circumstances.

That’s the premise of “The Godsend” (1980).  You’ve got to admit, that is chilling, and it held my attention throughout the length of this passably entertaining movie.  It has an interesting story setup, and there is at least one truly frightening sequence at the story’s end.  In addition, the spooky young mother is effectively played, however briefly, by Angela Pleasence, daughter of Donald Pleasence.

But I doubt this will wind up on many top ten lists.  It’s thinly scripted, slowly paced, and features two parents who seem minimally affected by the deaths of their children.  It’s also too derivative of its obvious inspiration, “The Omen” (1976).

I’d give it a 6 out of 10.

 

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Bangksgiving!

I enjoyed some delicious turkey with all the trimmings tonight, thanks to some wonderful hosts here in the Commonwealth.

One of the things I love about Virginia is that fireworks are usually employed to celebrate just about ANY holiday — this is a patriotic state.  Tonight was no exception, when some neighbors treated us all to an impromptu display.

I snapped about 20 pictures.  And, when I say “I snapped about 20 pictures,” of course I mean that I snapped one picture and then accidentally hit the “menu” button on my camera 19 times.

Enjoy the pics!  (Pic.)

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“I am grateful for what I have. My Thanksgiving is perpetual.”

— Henry David Thoreau

Happy Thanksgiving to all who are reading this, both near and far!

 

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Photo credit: “Men, women and children eating lunch at harvest time, Little Smoky, Alberta,” by Provincial Archives of Alberta – Men, women and children eating lunch at harvest time, Little Smoky, Alberta. Licensed under No restrictions via Wikimedia Commons.

My review of “Blood Glacier” (2013), with general spoilers

[The following review contains general spoilers.]

I want to love “Blutgletscher” (“Blood Glacier”), an earnestly made independent German science fiction-horror film from 2013.  I just can’t ignore its flaws, however, and I’ve got to settle on a giving it a 6 out of 10.

It has so much going for it.  There’s a freezing, arctic-like location.  (This time out, we’re in the mountains of Austria.)  There’s a nifty, nasty sci-fi plot device.  There’s a variety of gooey monsters.  It’s creepy and atmospheric — a group of protagonists huddle in an isolated location while the wind howls outside on a cold night.  There’s a cunning everyman antihero.  All of these are rendered by a reasonably intelligent script that lets “Blood Glacier” rise above the level of a horror-comedy.

But its flaws make me hesitate to recommend it.  It’s poorly paced, for example, and it’s sometimes confusingly plotted.  One person assailed by the creepy-crawlies emerges as kind of villain, but the character’s motivations are never clear.  Also, why is another character consistently a idiot?  Is he just a really dumb scientist?  And the ending shows otherwise intelligent people doing something incredibly ill advised.

And I was puzzled by the special effects.  At times, they were actually damn good!  But at many points in the movie (as so many other reviews will point out) they were downright poor.  I kept thinking that they looked like papier mache props in a high school play.

Additionally, (and this can’t be the fault of the filmmakers) the version of “Blood Glacier” that I watched had incredibly poor English-language dubbing.  The actors on screen (especially Gerhard Liebmann and Briggite Kren) did a fine job, but their corresponding voice actors had … no talent or enthusiasm at all.

Look, I don’t think it’s much of a spoiler if I tell you that this movie strongly parallels John Carpenter’s “The Thing” (1982).  Any horror fan worth his or her salt should suspect as much if they read the preceding paragraphs.  Our MacReady-like antihero drinks heavily and … he even looks like MacReady!  And a dog and a helicopter are actually minor plot devices.

But I liked this movie’s thoughtful story device too much to call this film “a rip-off;” I rather think of it as a fairly skilled homage.

Honestly?  If you’re fan of “The Thing,” you might enjoy this as an interesting companion film.  As another online reviewer bluntly forgave it, “It isn’t TOTAL crap.”

If you hunt it down, its alternate title is “The Station.”

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“Fear, hatred, adulation, and orgiastic triumph.”

“Even the humblest Party member is expected to be competent, industrious, and even intelligent within narrow limits, but it is also necessary that he should be a credulous and ignorant fanatic whose prevailing moods are fear, hatred, adulation, and orgiastic triumph.”

— from George Orwell’s “1984”

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Yeesh. Lotta nightmares last night.

Rescue a helpless little girl lying unconscious in the street during the vampire apocalypse?  The tiny one with golden braids and porcelain skin?  There’s a reason you couldn’t feel her heartbeat.  Her skin is porcelain because she’s undead.  Have fun watching her rise, slowly and ceremoniously, in the makeshift fortress of your living room.  For added fun, the lock on your bedroom door won’t work!  Ha!  The moral of the story?  No good deed goes unpunished.

Thrilled to see your childhood dog again?  She’s NOT thrilled to see you. Because she’d been buried in “Pet Sematary” or something, and she’s biting your fingers because she remembers all those times you pulled her tail when you were three.  (Mom TOLD you to stop, but you couldn’t resist.)  The moral of the story?  [In best Fred Gwynne voice:] “Sometimes dead is better.” Also: be kind to animals!

That wicked cool GIGANTIC snake you keep snapping pictures of when it drinks from the backyard birdbath?  The one with a head the width of a shovel?  It’s actually NOT harmless merely because you cannot see any fangs.  It all fun and games until it wraps its coils around you, and you realize it’s a python.  For added fun, your Mom can’t hear you in the kitchen and cannot respond to your pleas for her to throw you a butcher knife, and then shut the open back door to protect herself.  For added confusion, your childhood home NEVER HAD A F***ING BIRDBATH.  (We WERE the 99 percent.)  The moral of the story?  [IN best MST3K voice:] “Watch out for snakes!”  Also: if clothes don’t make the man, then fangs don’t make the snake.

Christ!  What did I EAT last night?

 

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“To keep them in control was not difficult.”

“So long as they (the Proles) continued to work and breed, their other activities were without importance. Left to themselves, like cattle turned loose upon the plains of Argentina, they had reverted to a style of life that appeared to be natural to them, a sort of ancestral pattern…Heavy physical work, the care of home and children, petty quarrels with neighbors, films, football, beer and above all, gambling filled up the horizon of their minds. To keep them in control was not difficult.”

—  from George Orwell’s “Nineteen Eighty-Four”

 

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Photo credit:  By Michael Vadon (Own work) [CC BY-SA 4.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons.

Donald Trump calls for a database and surveillance of all Muslims.

Americans, please consider voting for me.

The first priority of my administration will be establishing a database and surveillance of rich assholes.

Also?  A free copy of George Orwell’s “Nineteen Eighty-Four” to any American citizen who requests one.  A copy of the United States Constitution will be tucked inside.

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The Six-word Fantasy Story Challenge

Here’s what I came up with:

1)  “The kingdom is burning.  Hold me.”

2)  Frigid giants arise from enchanted ice.

3)  Within that crystal, endless worlds turned.

4)  Magic wrens rescued her from nightmare.

5)  Six elves, six dragons?  Good odds.

6)  The statutes were men, magically doomed.

7)  Prophecies foretold invasion.  But … by fairies?!

8)  My third wish?  Infinite wishes.  (Duh.)

9)  With this ring, I thee RULE.

 

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Dali does Wolverine.

I found this on Facebook; it was just too good not to share.  That maple leaf representing Wolverine’s Canadian heritage is an especially nice touch.  I am unaware of the (actual) artist.

When I was 10 years old, I would argue at length with the kid next door about who would win in a fight — Wolverine or Silver Surfer.

Sigh … okay, I was actually 20 years old, and a college junior, and I was arguing in Mary Washington College’s New Hall with senior John Mathias.

“But he has the Power Cosmic!” John endlessly asserted about Silver Surfer.

If Wolverine’s adamantium claws could cut through anything, I astutely countered, “then they could cut through the Power Cosmic!”  Then I took another swig of my beer.

I had a well rounded education.

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