So it’s been a little bit since I had a real post. And it will be even longer than that.
Through no fault of their own, movie critics have a shelf life and eventually become horribly gnarled little cynics who are useless, because they hate movies. They can’t enjoy enjoyable films, they can only enjoy the most startlingly original works or the weirdest shit they can find…why? It’s really quite simple: Movie Critic should not be a job. One shouldn’t take something one likes and O.D. on it, and then tell people your opinions about the normal experience of said thing. Reading a movie critic’s opinion of a movie is like force-feeding a fat man mountains of every type and quality level of food for YEARS, and then asking him how his hamburger is. It’s awful. Of course it’s awful. You know how many hamburgers he’s eaten? You know how many ways there are to make hamburger? Like 5. He’s eaten like a million burgers, and eventually, they all just suck. Eventually, the only thing you can stand is “different” — the monkey brain patte in a light trouffle oil on a bed of llama cheese grits will be amazing, if only because it’s not a hamburger or pizza or a bag of chips.
It amazes me how blind to themselves critics can be, although, when I think about it, I suppose that’s the main reason they aren’t simply writers. One has to be painfully honest, particulary to oneself about oneself. Critics do not appear self-aware, so much as self-deceitful, which only produces art that doesn’t know why it isn’t worthwhile, like Hitler’s dog. It looks like a dog, so he’s good at drawing. But who wants to see a drawing of a dog, Adolf?
So, Westerworld is an alternate world in an independently published children’s series, and out of respect for the author (not fear of legal ramification), I’m changing the name to Underland, an Underworld/Wonderland pun.
It’s coming along nicely, if slowly. Two Rabbits and Allison are great foils for one another, and I’ve come up with some Gaimanish ideas already. Law of Ironies is an immeasurable source of material.
“I Was a Teen-age Prom Queen!” RealmsCon rough cut is online on Veoh.com on my Channel 23. It got a very good reaction at the Con, according to Matt and Des.
It’s The Teen Age Waste Land, it’s pretty much finished. It’ll be here, and on Amazon.com when I’m done proofreading it. The same goes for The Divine Apathy.
Production on I Was a Teenage Prom Queen! (or: The Girl Who Ate Prom!) begins in the end of January. I’m dotting my fingers and crossing my eyes that the people I have surrounded myself with on this project are reliable and that I can get this done in a quick manner, in time for the next festival circuit.
I love you all, and remember, suicide rates are highest during the holiday season, but that’s because this is solstice, and you want to die and rise again three days later, like the sun does from the 23rd-25th or so, so just ignore those pesky messianic thoughts. You’re not that important.