• Katie sleepwalking in Paranormal Activity. credit: Paramount Pictures
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    Movie Review: Paranormal Activity (2007) ****

    Paranormal Activity is a simple movie taking place in a Los Angeles house, where a het couple has moved after their last place burned down. They think the woman, Katie, is haunted. The man, Micah, buys a camera to document it, and his footage is the movie we see.

    This is another fun found-footage horror film that wouldn’t exist without The Blair Witch Project. This one was fairly seismic on its own scale. The production company did their best to make Paranormal Activity look ambiguously real-ish in a similar way. Traditional credits are eschewed for thanking the families of the main characters, for instance. The whole thing is shot like it’s really some douchebag boyfriend intruding on his traumatized girlfriend’s progressive demon possession.

    I was the exact right age for this when it came out — nineteen years old and quite similar in appearance to Katie — but I thought this was wildly boring interspersed with semi-boring (but spooky) tension. I had no interest in the daytime scenes, and I totally missed the delight of the escalation. Rewatching this now, I’m not sure how I felt that way! I’d say I was sleeping through it, but I remember every scene.

    It’s actually a very competently executed movie, all things considered. The best way to watch this — like many horror movies — is in a rowdy group with Strong Opinions. That means shouting when you see the demon has broken the picture glass directly over Micah’s face, throwing things at Micah when he’s put himself in-frame, and shrieking with delight when the bed covers move. You need to feed off one another’s energy. Paranormal Activity understands that horror is a group watch activity, and it feeds into it. The quiet that descends once they arrive at a new night, encouraging you to look closely for details like shadows, is just this side of masterful low-budget film making.

    Plus, watching it now feels like a time capsule to 2006. I’m sure Katie and I both were dressed entirely by Old Navy. Every one of my richer friends’ houses looks like this McMansion they movie into. It’s Western American whiteness in a nutshell. I think even the demons are pretty much to be expected — whomst among us isn’t a Catholic being chased by demons, really?

    The Real Horror Is Heterosexuality, in many ways. However unsafe Katie feels being stalked by a demon that set fire to her last home — and has been following her since childhood — she also feels unsafe with Micah, who doesn’t respect her. He doesn’t listen to anything he says. He tries to use the camera to film her in intimate times. Micah’s disrespect is, in many ways, necessary to the conceit of the film; if he were not so obsessed with his camera, we would not have all this footage.

    This is one of many movies where I find myself asking whether men actually like women, especially the ones they’re in relationships with. Most interactions between them are overtly hostile before the demon even ramps up its activity. The thing is, it feels authentic. I have known so many couples like Micah and Katie. It’s not a challenge to suspend disbelief.

    And if there’s anything to make you feel less secure when you’re being hunted by a demon, it’s knowing that nothing you say or do will change the behavior of your companion. That he will absolutely provoke the demon with a Ouija board. He will act like his masculinity is any defense and dismiss every concern. He won’t even be convinced it’s *actually* paranormal until the last fifteen minutes. It’s got that slippery, out-of-control feeling of a nightmare.

    The ending is perfect for the setup. Wholesome, one might say!

    It’s not really a great movie, but it’s not trying to be. Paranormal Activity is schlocky fun. It’s good for a sleepover or Halloween watch party. Remember to bring the Ouija board! Just don’t leave it unsupervised.

    (image credit: Paramount Pictures)

  • Art of a chubby woman in a bikini enjoying her life. It says "You're the only person you can be. That's Kinda Cool."
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    Art museum, GPS jamming, and fascism as usual

    I took my Little Sunshine to the art museum this weekend. Really, my spouse took kiddo to the museum; I came along and spent some time sketching the art while Spouse chased Sunshine around the exhibits. We only spent about an hour in total. Sunshine wasn’t as impressed by the changing exhibit this time as he was last time. I get it: last time, there were some really cool resin structures, wooden sculptures, and a room with videos projected on tumbleweeds. He liked the theme on immigrant heroes too. This time, it was just a lot of old-timey sketches and paintings.

    The current exhibit was pleasing to me, though. It’s a lot of art drawn & painted by a man who traveled around Nevada and California around the turn of the 20th century. It’s always really cool to see very-familiar places a centuryish earlier. Some things haven’t changed all that much, though all the towns have grown. It feels especially cool to sketch something sketched by a dude who hasn’t been around in a hundred years. I like his earlier art. I like seeing my Nevada through his eyes.

    I wonder if Sunshine will grow to have any Nevada pride. He is in a particularly rebellious little place where he prefers to identify himself by his Italian heritage (which, to him, means his dad’s side of the family). He associates America with a lot of the terrible political stuff that he’s seen in his limited memory, and he doesn’t want to even be Italian-American. Apparently he deliberately misspeaks when doing the Pledge of Allegiance at school too. I recognize a lot of myself in this, of course. One of my middle school teachers shepherded the law requiring we do the pledge in school. I blame(d) it on her. And I spent my school career refusing to do the pledge on account of Free Speech.

    Over time, I’ve softened to Nevada, and I have more historic context on America that makes me feel…neutral? Aggressively neutral. It’s taken quite a while to get there. It means I’m much more entertained by an exhibit sentimental to historic Nevada than the 9-year-old clone version of myself.

    I loved museums at his age though. I still do! I spent so much time at the state history museum. I’m further from that one now, but I did take my kids to the kids’ science museum a lot, and I’m happy to make the art museum a frequent visit for my little guy. I love watching him grow like this.

    ~

    I spent a while watching a lot of TV, but I’ve mostly dried up on TV shows I need to watch at the moment.

    My family lost their enthusiasm for the Greatest Show Ever, Doc Martin, so I’ve taken a break from episode synopses after finishing season 1. It’s always fun rewatching the beginning of a long-running show right after I finished it. I especially can’t resist doing this with Community, where the ending has a different cast and enough years between seasons that they age quite a bit. It’s sorta sad to think that this is going to be less common from this era of television; we just don’t get very-long shows as much anymore.

    Lucifer was a much more uneven rewatch. It suffered dramatically when it was cancelled the first time; the truncated season that followed was actively bad. But the other seasons, once it was picked up by Netflix, planned for the shorter seasons and did a lot better. I still find that the switch in tone from its darker, more procedural first season to a family-oriented soap opera by the end just doesn’t suit my tastes. It does have a ridiculously romantic conclusion to the show. It ends superbly and thoroughly.

    I’m currently watching Fallout, although I initially gave up on episode 2. It was just so slow. Even the action scenes were slow! But after episode 3ish, the lengths of the episodes get shorter, improving the pacing, so I don’t mind it as much. I’m not fond of most characters. I think I just don’t like this specific flavor of post-apocalyptic milieu, either. It strains credulity in a way that doesn’t make me want to suspend disbelief. That said, I’ve been enjoying all the filthy Ghoul fanfic. I like Walton Goggins! But I’m not remotely attracted to him! Until he’s a disgusting rotten noseless walking corpse doing weird rope bondage and fetish stuff with the young woman avatar, I guess. Monsterlovers win again.

    I’ve also been playing tons of Fallout Shelter again (a mobile game where you build and maintain a vault), so it’s kinda fun half-ignoring the show while tormenting my lil vault dwellers. I couldn’t get into any of the other Fallout games, though. The franchise just doesn’t click with me.

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    In news relevant to perhaps only my 9-year-old, legendarily litigious Nintendo went after Valve and Garry’s Mod has to remove 20 years of Nintendo-related content. (Ars Technica)

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    Estonia has to close one of its airports for a while because of GPS jamming, which might be coming from Russia. (Lawyers, Guns, & Money)

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    Here’s an interesting, in-depth essay about the aesthetics of fascism and the rise of the current fascist movement seen in media. Thanks to Simon McNeil for taking the time to write this out.

    I love Umberto Eco’s Ur-Fascism essay for its clarity, and this author also appreciates it.

    Fascism is largely an aesthetic position. “Even though political regimes can be overthrown, and ideologies can be criticized and disowned, behind a regime and its ideology there is always a way of thinking and feeling, a group of cultural habits, of obscure instincts and unfathomable drives,” Eco says, and these cultural habits, these obscure instincts and unfathomable drives aren’t a political program exactly, they’re not an ethic nor even an anti-ethic. Rather, as I discussed in my essay on the concept of degeneracy, much of what underpins fascism is a sense of what is beautiful and, more critically, what is ugly. The fascist is, at the root of it all, somebody with an exceptionally powerful revulsion for ugliness and a very specific set of criteria for what makes something ugly.

    I appreciate anyone who tries to break down Ur-Fascism a bit because it’s a very dense essay. A lot of the best anarchist reading is challenging, which sucks, but is kind of inevitable. The reasons for arriving at an anarchist position require understanding a lot from history and philosophy. This is one of the great challenges of social reform, in my opinion: the aesthetics of fascism will always be much more accessible and easier to market.

    Anyway, there’s a lot more to the post than that, so it’s worth chewing on.

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    Trump is a powerful, virile strongman who cannot possibly sit in a cold courtroom because he’s old and fragile. (Digby’s Hullaballoo) This contradictory behavior is fully in line with the Ur-Fascism essay, if you ever get around to reading it.

    Also from Digby: The unions are supporting Biden.

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    Nixon was advised to start monitoring CO2 levels back in 1971. (Ars Technica) We know that didn’t happen. Are you surprised?

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    I haven’t touched on the wave of massive student protests in support of Palestine, but it’s very interesting how it gives me perspective on a lot of contemporary American history. Here’s a bit about current protests from The Guardian. AJE shares photos of historic student protests at American universities.

    I grew up only hearing sympathetic narratives surrounding student protesters. Now I’m hearing all the vitriol and activist loathing that fed into brutality against those protesters in modern day. History sure is a lot more nuanced when you’re living it.

    ~

    Unsurprisingly, Idaho is seeing a lot of emergency flights for pregnant people. (NPR)

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    The Guardian pins long COVID cases in England and Scotland to about two million people.

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    Not cool at all: Grindr shared the HIV status of its members with third-party companies. (Ars Technica) I can’t even begin to put my utter revulsion into words.

    ~

    I’ve been keeping an eyeball on Javier Milei’s rise in Argentina since I started doing these Sara Reads the Feed posts (scroll down the post a bit). The tl;dr is that he’s a bad-haired far-right populist. Massive protests against his austerity measures have felt inevitable, so here are some photos of protests against university cuts from AJE.

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    Thank Horus that George Santos dropped his current run for office. (The Guardian) The guilty pleasure of a hilarious sassy gay Republican grifter really does belong in a sitcom, not on the government payroll.

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    Jennifer Aniston is working on a remake for 9 to 5. (Variety) I’m going to remain neutral on this for the moment. It’s not a movie that demands remaking, but the message is sadly just as relevant now, and I support women getting up to shit. I guess I’ll wait to see how it goes.

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    Warm sibling bonds in early adulthood make for better health and happiness as you age. (NPR)

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    I really consider this one of the less threatening uses of AI, since it’s so targeted and specific, but… Someone tried to frame a coworker by making an AI generated version of his voice say bad things. (Ars Technica) It’s remarkable because we’ve all seen this coming. And it requires a very low level of technological expertise to do it. Yet it’s also very easy to trace if someone isn’t tech savvy (the dude wasn’t using VPNs and whatnot), and its impacts are extremely local. The environmental damage of AI generation is much further-reaching. That’s not even considering what it does to the labor market or the quality of output it produces.

    ~

    Smithsonian Mag talks about the marriage practices of the ancient Avar empire. This was a society where widows were generally remarried within their husband’s family — like, her husband died, so she remarried his brother.

    The Avars, once a nomadic people, migrated from Central Asia to Eastern Europe in the 6th century and conquered significant territories, including parts of present-day Hungary, Romania and Bulgaria. At one point, their fearsome empire almost took control of Constantinople. […]

    In their analysis, the researchers discovered that Avar women had more diverse DNA backgrounds than men. They also found that while men were buried with their mothers and fathers, women’s parents were not found in the same cemeteries.

    This leads the experts to believe that Avar culture practiced patrilocality, in which women leave their communities after marriage and relocate with or near their new husband’s community. The study also shows that women shared a “steppe” genetic ancestry (where the Avars originated), meaning they were likely not part of a conquered people.

    ~

    Apparently the MCU isn’t having a hard time because it’s movies sucks, but because the kids don’t support them properly. (Variety) Yeah okay lmao.

    ~

    The Guardian shares award-winning crab jokes. lol irl.

    Also from The Guardian: Giant pandas are getting a residency at the San Diego Zoo! Americans looove it when China lets us borrow pandas. We love pandas.

  • Sam Rockwell standing in a Moon base, wearing an astronaut's jumpsuit. Credit: Sony Pictures Classics
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    Movie Review: Moon (2009) ****

    In Moon, Sam Bell is an astronaut solely responsible for mining helium3 from the titular Moon. But after a crash checking on one of the harvesters, he discovers another version of himself.

    Everything I find worth discussing in the review demands basically full spoilers. It’s a simple story. You shouldn’t read this review until you watch the movie.

    Spoilers ahead!

    This is a surprisingly sweet, lightweight science fiction movie about corporations, cloning, and acceptance. The lunar mining corporation cloned the one original astronaut, Sam Bell, and kept hundreds (or more) of him in stock so they’d never need to train another. Each Sam works for three years. The clones are not designed to survive beyond this point. They degrade in the last month of the contract rapidly.

    Whether using clones is *actually* an effective cost-control measure isn’t clear, nor does it seem to be important. Simply digging out the facilities to store all those clones would be humongously expensive. I have to think Sam Bell was a uniquely good choice for solo work on the lunar surface; the relative ease with which he handles the surprises of the story suggest he’s way more emotionally rugged than I am. So maybe they just wanted to keep the perfect guy as long as possible.

    I think it’s safe to say that’s all meant to be symbolic more than anything.

    Moon doesn’t spend much time grappling with the corporate morality on-screen. That said, the distinctiveness and humanity of each clone is likely meant to imply this choice is wrong.

    The director and writer, Duncan Jones, could have chosen to go somewhere a lot more psychological with this. Marital troubles due to Alpha Sam’s personality flaws are only ever touched upon. Once we’ve learned the full truth of Sam1 and Sam2’s roles in the mining operation, there isn’t much time spent processing the enormity of their limited lives. Minor clashes between Sam1 and Sam2 are resolved with some annoyance and self-struggling, but it doesn’t reach the level of real conflict. I think I’d be interested in the version of this movie where the push-and-pull between the two Sams makes them develop into a better version of Sam overall.

    But that’s not the story Moon is telling. These things are placed just out of reach of the story.

    Instead, it’s a cozy narrative told in a sparse environment with only one real actor ever on screen; Sam Rockwell’s charisma is effective for keeping us entertained the whole time. He does well depicting all the facets of himself. In a way, this narrow lens feels like it belongs on a stage more than it belongs on the movie screen. I can easily imagine the 00s retrofuturistic moon base as a set. Is Broadway listening to me? (No.)

    The outcome is a warmly sad story to watch, though — if only because of how tenderly Sam and Gertie, the robot employed in Sam’s care, come to tend one another. Gertie’s an asset of the corporation as much as Sam. It’s complicit in gaslighting the clones throughout the course of their three-year contract. But once the veil is lifted for Sam1 and Sam2, Gertie becomes an accomplice to them, seeking to provide the best care possible: Gertie gives them answers and passwords and anything else they need to live their fullest little clone lives.

    As Sam1 degrades, Sam2 goes from treating him with irritation to sweetness. He tries to keep him warm and comfortable. He seeks a way to help Sam1 get to Earth, until realizing that won’t work. Watching Sam2 try to keep a hat on Sam1, shivering from organ failure, is the most bittersweet display of compassion. Obviously each of these clones doesn’t deserve the false semi-life that has been foisted upon them, though the movie doesn’t make too much drama about it, either.

    A soul seems to be implicit in the clone Sams. When Sam1 begins degrading, he hallucinates his adult daughter-on-Earth repeatedly, which is someone he could only envision if he had some kind of connectivity to his Earthbound family. Sam2 also prays when he first gets into a pod intending to escape. These are spiritual men. Knowing they were manufactured as adults doesn’t change anything.

    Ultimately, the clones empower themselves to choose their own fates. Sam1 accepts the end of his contract (and life) to spare two other clones premature death; Sam2 finds his way to Earth to live a life. Travel, maybe. Meet the daughter Alpha Sam fathered on Earth.

    While I find that the simplicity of the story leaves me with more question than answers, science fiction is often at its best when it leaves you thinking, and Moon is one of the best. It’s aged well in fifteen years. I think it will remain timeless in its way, and leave generations of cinemaphiles asking questions about humanity.

    (image credit: Sony Pictures Classics)

  • A dirtbag gym owner and muscle mommy sitting on a car in LOVE LIES BLEEDING. credit: Warner Bros
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    Movie Review: Love Lies Bleeding (2024) *****

    In Love Lies Bleeding, a dirtbag lesbian gym owner falls hard for a bisexual bodybuilder heading to a physique competition in Vegas. They share steroids, they fall in love, and then crime happens.

    Before seeing this movie, I heard it described as genre-defying. That is nearly true. It would be fair to call this a crime movie with noir elements, too.

    I posit that this is a queer wlw fantasy movie, almost exclusively. When I say fantasy, I mostly don’t mean fantasy elements (there is no Gandalf). I mean that this is a story written to please a lesbian, filmed to please a type of lesbian, depicting a lesbian story mostly through metaphor.

    WLW here means woman-loving-woman, inclusive of those who are bisexual or lesbian — or the straight woman intimate with other women, which is more common than one might think. This is a broad category of human. The types of stories that speak to these humans will be as diverse and broad as the humans themselves.

    I am a (sometimes) (often) wlw from the American West. I grew up a dirtbag in a small town, and I recognize this story. (Tag yourself: Are you the dirtbag enabler, the muscle mommy, or the flaky pasty one who’s always on something?)

    A couple of broad lesbian stereotypes apply here. Have you heard of the U-Haul lesbian? The one where a couple of wlw meet and are instantly head-over-heels, lifelong commitment, ride-or-die? Yeah. That one. You also get the thing where wlw relationships can be extremely messy. There is the betrayal of realizing that your woman got dicked down, even though there’s nothing *technically* wrong with that.

    Assumed boundaries are frequently, easily violated.

    The size of wlw emotions are somehow bigger — perhaps because female socialization means that you’re likelier to have two people in contact with genuine emotion than you are in a het relationship. When things go wrong, they are very, very wrong. And when things go well, it is euphoria purer than any drug (sometimes there are also drugs).

    What is a lesbian fantasy?

    It’s the fantasy of men facing consequences: the man who hurts a woman you love, the man whose sperm helped bring you to this Earth, the man who is a fucking cop. It’s wishing so hard that you could kill your girlfriend’s girlfriend that you do it. It’s being able to recognize that women are tuned into the reality of pleasure more than any guy, who’s more in love with his dick. And it’s becoming so full of the love injected into you by your woman, you grow huge from it, capable of destroying anything, running away from everything, and being free.

    Only in this context does Love Lies Bleeding make sense to me.

    It’s a delirious, surreal piece of cinema noir that we’re lucky to have. This lens on womanly pleasure is uncommon, to say the least. You get dykes you don’t often see, and you see them well, writ with glorious artistic metaphor.

    Even though I felt the energy flagged in the last minutes of the movie, I still left it thinking, “I am so happy I watched that. I really *liked* that.” I could criticize it by saying that it dropped the tension entirely, but I think what actually happens is that the climax isn’t when plot events peak, or when tension peaks, but when the women get what they needed the whole time. After that, cleaning up loose ends (including someone who seemed like a Big Villain) is just some simple housekeeping.

    It’s a happy ending because we deserve a happy ending, not because it would be realistic. It’s a lesbian fantasy. Let us have it.

    (image credit: Warner Bros.)

  • Dev Patel as Kid, wearing a monkey mask, in Monkey Man (2024). Credit: Universal Pictures
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    What does the end of Monkey Man (2024) mean?

    MONKEY MAN is a John Wick-like action flick where Wick isn’t motivated by the death of a cute dog, but the rage of social inequity. Instead of Keanu Reeves, we have an extremely beautiful Dev Patel making his debut as auteur. He’s been training for this. Not only is Patel’s excellent physique ready for an action vehicle, but he’s been priming us for mythic arthouse flicks with queer undertones since The Green Knight (2021).

    As the story goes, Monkey Man was initially slated for a release on Netflix. Then Jordan Peele — an auteur legendary for dancing the line of metaphor and literalism — saw the movie, and he said something like, “Oh no, this is way too awesome. This needs to be seen on big screens.” There is no evidence that Peele kicked his feet and squealed with delight while watching this, but I like to imagine he did.

    Spoilers ahead!

    In Monkey Man, Dev Patel is known only as Kid. He witnessed the murder of his mother when police drove his community off their land so that it could be claimed by exploitative imperial forces. Since then, he’s been preparing to kill the cop who ended her life. The process of it is shown in a beautiful movie edited together like a music video, with absolutely killer needle drops, brilliant camera movement, and the most fascinating close POV.

    Kid’s first attempt at revenge is admirable, but not successful. The lengthy action sequence where Kid tries to Kill The Cop is amazing. Can you imagine, being Dev Patel, writing a movie that demands getting the crap kicked out of the hero so thoroughly…and then casting yourself as that hero?

    It’s viscerally satisfying to watch this first act, even if he doesn’t win (yet). It’s seeded with everything thematically important. We see how Kid is not just an underdog himself, but intimately tied to the underdogs of his community. Including a literal street dog, who he feeds using the cast-off food of the wealthy in the brothel where he works. Kid is one with the marginalized.

    With no name, and with dreamy cuts between exploitation in the past and present day, it’s easy to see Kid as the very embodiment of the underclass.

    He narrowly survives that first act. The second act is spent in the loving arms of hijra, who are a third-gender group in India. (In America, we would probably call them trans women, but it’s more complicated and culturally specific than that. I will be using she/her pronouns recognizing that this comparison is limited.) The leader of the hijra, Alpha, encourages Kid to remain with them as he heals. She asserts that he only survived his wounds because the gods have plans for him.

    Indeed, Kid is devoutly religious. When we cut back to happier times with his mother, it’s often focused on his prayers to God, and his mother sharing the story of Hanuman.

    Hanuman is shown to us as a monkey-god who ate the sun in his childhood, believing it to be fruit. As the story goes, part of his punishment is to forget his divine powers. But when it comes time to save Rama’s wife, Sita, the curse is lifted, and he remembers all that he can do. He defeats the Demon King Ravana in battle to save Sita — a story which is simplified in the movie, and I am doing my best to paraphrase from my limited understanding. (Bear with me. I’m Irish Catholic.)

    A painting of Hanuman opening his chest to reveal Sita and Rama within.
    A painting of Hanuman opening his chest to reveal Sita and Rama within. A version from the printing press of Ravi Varma, c.1910’s

    The leader Alpha helps Kid awaken as Hanuman. She gives him a substance that essentially helps him remember his power, and there’s a sequence where he opens his chest so we may see his heart. Hanuman is often depicted opening his chest, as that is where Rama and Sita reside. Then we get a totally epic training montage where Dev Patel rips his shirt off (twice, if you count when he opens his chest), cheered on by the hijra.

    And at this point, the spiritual leanings of the movie are clear. Not only does Kid embody Hanuman — the titular Monkey Man — but he goes into the brothel once again to fight with a small army of hijra at his back. As a queer person, it feels intensely meaningful for the hijra to be treated as holy like this. Obviously I’m coming at this from the wrong direction to understand all the nuance. But Dev Patel has made it clear: Kid fights for the marginalized, especially those most marginalized, and they are all holy. Hijra inclusive. No matter how “unsettling” people find them.

    In the movie, our Demon King is not the man who directly killed Kid’s mother, but the man who ordered that death. He’s an enigmatic cult leader named Baba Shakti. In order to reach him, Kid has to infiltrate the brothel, save Sita (literally, there is a sex worker in this movie named Sita), and kill the cop who has become a patron of the brothel.

    Although the ending makes it clear Baba Shakti is absolutely the Demon King, they don’t make it clear whether Kid survives that fight. He takes down Baba Shakti, but not before he’s gored himself.

    I still don’t think this ending is ambiguous.

    The second half of the movie enters mythic metaphor territory. It spends the first hour-ish showing us the ways that this fight between the holy and the demons has been repeated throughout the cycle of lives. The rich crush the small. Farmers are driven from their land. Hijra are beaten and pushed aside. Over and over again, Hanuman must save Sita from Ravana.

    Thus, it does not matter at the end whether Kid literally lives or dies.

    He will be back in the next cycle to fight the Demon King again: he might be back once Hanuman is once again reincarnated, OR he could arise from his wounds to fight the next Demon King (whichever individual has taken up the mantle of exploiting the marginalized). I hope it’s the latter. I would love a sequel.

    Either way, the ending isn’t truly ambiguous because the Demon King fell to Hanuman, as he must. As he always will.

    Monkey Man is an outstanding epic of mythic rage, and Jordan Peele was so right to pull this one out of the Netflix queue. Dev Patel has proven himself an amazing auteur as well as leading man. I can’t wait to see what he does in the next life.

    (header image credit: Universal Pictures)

  • A four-panel comic of a writer talking to their cat. Writer: I'm writing the most anarchic book of my life. I'm bucking every rule of society! Publishing like a rebel! Saying what The Man fears to be said! joining generations of author-philosophers writing revolutionary literature for the ages!! Cat: You are writing about a curvy girl (who looks like you) getting railed by a dragon with a big flong. very revolutionary. Writer: LIKE A REVOLUTIONARY!
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    Links with minimal commentary while I work and walk

    Did you know the outside world exists? The weather has been so nice, I’ve been rediscovering this for myself. I’ve taken a few longer walks (around an hour) in April heat, which is 70-80f, and about perfect.

    My Big Dog has needed to revisit some of his training lately too. He’s really bad about fence fighting, which sounds more dramatic than it is…he just lunges so hard for fences and makes these horrible howly-yelpy noises at dogs on the other sides of fences. This is a totally common behavior in dogs. They get really frustrated by leashes/fences preventing them from socially normal behaviors. But it’s causing him a lot of angst, making him difficult to walk, and honestly puts him in danger because a pitbull can’t look bad like that.

    Luckily he is a full peanut butter marshmallow. He’s taking to his training reminders well. So far, it’s all good experiences, and that’s my goal.

    I’m also making really good progress on editing Fated for Firelizards. I’ll probably push an itch.io update with some new art and typo corrections before the actual ebook arrives.

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    In Tennessee, Volkswagen workers are unionizing. (Balloon Juice) Woo woo!

    Meanwhile, Starbucks employees’ union efforts are facing the Supreme Court. (NPR)

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    Apparently, the reason Cybertruck accelerator pedals are failing is because of…soap. (NPR)

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    BookRiot breaks down how Google is diluting their News feed. At this point, most Google products are unusable to me.

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    Unsurprisingly, pregnant women are increasingly being turned away from emergency departments in America. (The Guardian)

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    Niger wants American troops out. We’re withdrawing. (WaP0)

    I note this because, as an American, I really don’t know what the military is up to or where we are most of the time.

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    Remember when Google’s motto used to be “don’t be evil”? They sure don’t!

    Quartz: Google tells staff not to ‘debate politics’ after firing workers who protested Israel contract

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    Bright Wall, Dark Room talks about The Sixth Sense. Is something in the water? I’ve been thinking I’m long overdue a rewatch on this one.

    [I]t’s also a meditation on something deeper than a cleverly crafted gotcha moment. It offers up a sympathetic, often harrowing examination of how children handle the things they see but can’t process. It reminds us that childhood can be magical, full of sights and sounds that don’t even seem possible. It can also be terrifying, when you’re left to assign meaning to the parts of life you don’t know how to grapple with yet.

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    We won’t be seeing Prison Architect 2 until at least September. (Engadget) The publisher, Paradox, has been having a bad year. I’ve heard extremely bad, unplayable things about Cities: Skylines 2 (also Paradox).

    It’s fine, really. PA1 has been a disaster of bugs throughout its lifetime. Giving the sequel more time to cook is good. And I’m still playing PA1, so I’m not exactly hurting for another.

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    A then-11-year-old kid in England uncovered fossils of Giant Ichthyosaurs. (Smithsonian)

    Now a 9-year-old from Derbyshire has won a “gull shrieking championship.” His picture in the article is divine.

    It’s all downhill from here, kiddos! Literally life never gets better than being recognized for your shrieking abilities and finding dinosaurs. Literally.

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    Am I reading a science article or watching The Thing again? Some bacteria, including certain strains of E. coli, actually seek out human blood. (Quartz)

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    The Film Stage highlighted movies new to VOD and streaming. I’m not in a hurry to see Dune 2, but I am actually excited to watch the Extreme Brain Candy called The Beekeeper. I might watch Immaculate too.

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    I laugh lovingly because the hedgehog is okay now, but some lil dude got a bacterial infection and swelled up into a poky basketball. (The Guardian) I guess it hurts so I’m not laughing that much. But the hedgie is okay! I promise. We can laugh at the pics a little bit.

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    Here’s a round-up from Digby’s Hullaballoo about how unhappy Trump must be during his trial. The tl;dr is that he has to listen to people talk crap about him and he can’t say anything. It’s almost as good as if he had to step on LEGO.

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    Over on YouTube, Zack Snyder talks about how he wanted Tom Cruise to play Ozymandius in Watchmen. Tom Cruise, however, wanted to play Rorschach.

    …I’m sure he did.

    Jackie Earle Haley as Rorschach is one of the greatest comic book movie casting moments in history, fwiw.

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    An unexpectedly interesting read from The Guardian is this piece about blue jeans. Have you heard how they were made by Levi’s in America back in the Wild West days or what-have-you? Some historic paintings from elsewhere in the world may disagree.

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    A Netflix algorithm axed ideas for a Knight’s Tale sequel. (Variety) First of all, if algorithms are making those kinds of decisions at Netflix? It explains basically everything. But I think it was right in this case. That’s so much Heath Ledger’s movie. How do you do a sequel that can only remind us how much it hurts that he’s gone, when Netflix mostly produces hollowly soulless algorithmic drivel?

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    Settlers of Catan has gone solarpunk. (NPR) How do you expand without over-polluting?

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    Smithsonian Mag: Extensive Desert ‘Lava Tubes’ Sheltered Humans for 7,000 Years, Archaeologists Find

    As someone who has been writing about cthonic Dwarrow, I’m very interested in this. But I also think it’s interesting from a sci-fi perspective, since we’d need to live in tunnels (basically) to survive a place like Mars, which has no magnetosphere.

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    Refinery29 introduced me to the term Gorpcore. I thought they were joshing at first, but it looks like the actual term.

  • sara reads the feed

    Animal News, orphan crops, and zoonosis

    Pulling together the “author’s cut” of my interactive novel is harder than I anticipated. I wrote *so* much material that only exists in one story track or another (meaning I have to go all over the file to see what I can possibly add), and a *lot* of text varies based upon reader choices. It’s one long personality test of a book, so…it’s a mess!

    Also, the chapters read differently without the page breaks/questions/illustrations. Once it’s just text, I see so many things I want to smooth and fill out. It’s a bigger editing job than anticipated!

    Fun project, though. Anything with dragons is fun.

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    Quentin Tarantino has long claimed he would only make a certain number of films, and one called “The Movie Critic” was due to be his last. He’s changed his mind. (The Film Stage)

    Honestly, I don’t think he should fuss about it. I’m old enough to have seen a lot of people retire, unretire, retire, unretire… I’m not sure anyone believes Tarantino will hold himself to a particular number of movies. He might be enduring more self-doubt than necessary. Just go make your movies, my dude. Whatever you want. However many you feel like.

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    Someone has been pursuing copyright for AI-generated books on the grounds that she’s disabled and couldn’t otherwise make them. (Ars Technica) The disability community is largely not on her side, I think, although I can’t cite anything besides the vibes I’ve gotten from disability activist spaces.

    Exploitation wears many faces. I’m too tired to write up a rebuttal, but I think she’s wrong, and this is a bad choice.

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    We aren’t necessarily growing the best available crops for our changing climate. Some folks are trying to change that by getting farmers to cultivate so-called “orphan crops.” (NPR)

    “He said, ‘Everything you see out there that’s green, is grass pea. Everything else has died.’ And he was right. We walked out into the field, and the field was cracked, it was so dry. You could put your arm down in the soil for about a foot or so. And there was this little grass pea plant, green and flowering. And I thought to myself, ‘What a generous plant this is!”

    Fowler acquired some grass pea seeds and brought them to his New York farm, where he’s growing and eating them. “It’s like a sugar snap pea,” he says. It’s delicious.”

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    I’ve been hearing for years that disease is the most immediate, wide-ranging impact of climate change. I’m especially interested in zoonotic diseases.

    So it is with no joy I report that chronic wasting disease may have made the jump from deer to humans. (Neurology)

    In 2022, a 72-year-old man with a history of consuming meat from a CWD-infected deer population presented with rapid-onset confusion and aggression. His friend, who had also eaten venison from the same deer population, recently died of CJD, raising concerns about a potential link between CWD and human prion disease. Despite aggressive symptomatic treatment of seizures and agitation, the patient’s condition deteriorated and he died within a month of initial presentation.

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    In funnier animal news, a young elephant seal wants to hang out in Victoria, darnit. Emerson is back. (The Guardian)

    The plan was to move the young seal far from British Columbia’s capital city, where over the last year, he has developed a reputation for ending up in “unusual locations”, including flower beds, city parks and busy roads.

    Emerson, as he is known to locals, had other plans.

    Less than a week after he was removed from Victoria, he made an “epic” 126-mile trek along the rugged west coast of Vancouver Island back to the city, a return that has left conservation officers in disbelief.

    This is cute and impressive. I hope they can figure it out before something terrible must be done to Emerson for safety, though.

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    Archaeologists found the victims of a ritualistic murder in a Neolithic pit. (Ars Technica) Humans are intense, man.

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    Hibernating bumblebee queens can survive underwater for up to a week. (Smithsonian Mag) This was a scientific discovery made by total accident, as hibernating queens were drowned by condensation. The scientist was devastated by her accident. But once they dried off and returned to hibernation, they seemed totally fine, and woke up normally.

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    Some people have much cooler homes than I do. This guy’s home was basically a weird art installation (WaPo), and it’s cool enough that the British government has decided to keep it that way.

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    Did you know that Japan has typically not allowed joint custody of children after divorce? I did not. I’m learning about it just as they pass laws to change that. (The Guardian)

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    I am delighted to announce that Dwarf Fortress on Steam has released Adventure Mode in beta! (Ars Technica) I’ve been waiting for this. I’ve got the beta on my computer right now, but I haven’t tried it just yet.

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    Brian Cox continues to say whatever the hell he’s thinking. In this case, he says Joaquin Phoenix was terrible in Napoleon. (Variety) I haven’t watched it yet so I have no opinion. But I love when Brian Cox says stuff grumpily. He’s adorable.

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    Anaheim Disneyland is working on a two billion dollar expansion that will include space for Avatar stuff. (Gizmodo via Quartz) All right.

    Meanwhile, Disney costume performers are trying to unionize. (CNN)

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    Prince Harry now lists himself as an American resident. (WaPo) We’re happy to have him. Far be it from me to be too welcoming of any Random Rich Dude, but he escaped an abusive family (mostly) so he could simp for a really hot woman until death do they part, and that’s sweet.