• 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.

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    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.

  • Kurt Russell in THE THING (credit: Universal Pictures)
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    Movie Review: The Thing (1982) ****

    In THE THING, an alien shapeshifter emerges from the antarctic ice and takes the form of people stationed at an outpost to kill them one by one.

    You wanna talk beginning in media res? This is a movie which begins in media res, and then some. We begin with a Norwegian scientist failing to kill a Husky from a helicopter, only to accidentally blow himself up instead. It’s too bad none of the Americans who witness this speak Norwegian. Surely the Norwegian pilot was warning them not to let the Husky spend all day wandering the base. Monolingualism loses again!

    I’m used to horror, like most stories, beginning with some amount of “normal world.” It’s a common story mechanism. The Thing has no time for this. Our filmmaker, John Carpenter, doesn’t waste time trying to set up the movie. We’re in Antarctica, on a base, and it’s cold. There are Huskies. (For sleds?) Is it weird that I’m surprised to get so little exposition about the base’s intentions and the milieu of the outside world when we don’t *need* it? We already know what Americans get up to in Antarctica (SCIENCE), but many modern movies labor over clunky dialogue making sure the most basic assumptions are spelled out.

    The reason I wonder if this is truly a “real world” setting is because some of our humans feel like aliens are a given. Of course, these kind of people do exist in reality. Carpenter just wasn’t worried about clarifying things. The closest we get to exposition is visiting the Norwegian base to see how badly they got rekt by the alien first.

    I was delighted to jump into this one feet-first. That gives us ample room in its 100-ish minute run time to show everyone being suspicious of one another, trying to figure out the “rules” of the alien, and attempting to survive one another. There are times when I almost thought they’d already killed off the alien and they were just going to kill each other out of suspicion. Kind of like The Mist making humans the greatest enemy.

    I love most of the tropes at play here, but it’s a bit frustrating when horror depends primarily on the hysterics of humans to sustain itself. It’s not unrealistic. I wouldn’t be level-headed in such a situation. Would you? And it’s not like anyone in 1982 had been playing Among Us enough to have preset strategies for making sure you’re never vulnerable to an imposter. Even so, it’s maddening to see them determine beyond a shadow of a doubt who isn’t an alien…then go off out of sight from one another, immediately isolated again. I wanted to jump into the tv and shake them. Then carefully step out of the tv again, because NO THANK YOU, alien.

    I also never enjoy dogs in peril. I know, I know. Give me all the bloody effects in the world if they’re adult humans. But have a couple dogs in danger and I’m thiiiis close to quitting the whole thing.

    Nonetheless, the effects are a hokey delight. They’re filmed in such a straightforward way, you can really appreciate the art design. The alien Thing is incredibly unnatural. Mouths will form out of the side of humanlike noggins. What looks like dripping veins can quickly turn into ropey tentacles. Did someone just lose his head? Well, now the head is crawling away like a spider. It’s all extremely slimy. For some reason it doesn’t bother me like the body horror of the Hellraiser movies, and I like that! I like how it’s just gross and amazing and sprawling. The stop motion is wonderful. The miniatures are fabulous, especially when they burn.

    They can do realistic effects though — what bothered us most was simply seeing people cutting deeply into their own thumbs to draw blood. Clearly Carpenter et al were entirely in control of what we were experiencing the whole time. I know a masterpiece when I see one.

    I always love movies where someone comes in with a vision and executes it with skill. The Thing is just a roller coaster of slimy fun, emphasizing the emotionality of humans as a major weakness, and it gives us Kurt Russell with gloriously fluffy hair through the whole thing. They really should have checked his fabulous hair to see if it had a life of its own. Maybe it could have saved them all.

    (image credit: Universal Pictures)

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    A bonus SRF, contentedness through mindfulness, a case of the sleepies

    I’m having a really hard time motivating myself to do work-work today, since I finished off the Fated for Firelizards alpha yesterday and pushed a big update. It was an unusual spurt of work that I hope becomes more usual for me again. Problem is that it happened on a Monday, so my natural urge is to take time off…but I just had a weekend. I’d rather do a few days of light work and just get to the weekend.

    The next item on my to-do list is really just to start pulling together the Author’s Cut, so I’m trying to remind myself all I *need* to do at the moment is start copying + pasting parts of the book. The urge to initiate is tricky to navigate, though. Especially since it demands standing at my standing desk right now and I’m sore.

    So that’s why I’m here again, posting another Sara Reads the Feed. I’ve been marking a lot of articles that I don’t necessarily share, since I do multiple passes of curation to knock the number of articles down. But hey, why not post more if the time is there?

    In regards to other ongoing projects-lite, I haven’t reviewed movies as much lately because I’m watching a lot more TV. Not Doc Martin, the greatest show ever made, because I wanted to zip through a rewatch of Lucifer. I’ll be back to that soon though. I might do an overall review of the TV show Lucifer in a single post; episode-by-episode or even season-by-season recaps are a bit more intensive, and I don’t have that much to say about this one. Lucifer is pure candy.

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    Psyche posted a thoughtful article about aging well.

    One thing I learned from being *really* stoned for eight years straight is how to live life with limited cognition/ability. It’s not a tidy comparison for numerous reasons. However, it’s a long time impaired and often semi-verbal. I got myself into a State that I couldn’t leave daily, and I still managed to spend a lot of fulfilling time like that. Not by expecting myself to perform like when I’m sober, but by accepting what I can do, and being contented in it. (You’d think the weed contributes to fulfilling happy time. You’d be wrong.)

    It’s really about being mindful. Appreciating what you have instead of what you don’t. And that’s basically where this article goes with aging as well.

    To grow with age, I suggest practising various forms of mindfulness. Just as exercise for the body helps to maintain and improve physical health, mindfulness is mental training that flexes the mind for optimal health and wellbeing. It involves a curious investigation of the present moment – your thoughts, emotions and physical sensations. The benefits include improved concentration, more awareness, an ability to stay focused on what is important, and the ability to meet challenges with kindness, humour, resilience and mental adaptability.

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    Speaking of addictive substances, I have to apologize for talking about former President Trump. He keeps falling asleep at his trial. Vanity Fair speculates it’s because he can’t have his usual 12 daily cans of Diet Coke (!!!). Food and drink aren’t allowed in the court room, and this is a criminal trial, so he has to be there and behave himself.

    There’s something like forty-five grams of caffeine in the average can of diet soda; a dozen cans daily means he’s clearing at least 540g of caffeine each day he has them, and that’s assuming his *only* caffeine source is Diet Coke. He’s also known to use a type of cold medicine that is caffeinated (Snopes link because they talk ingredients).

    According to the FDA, an adult should only have a max of 400mg caffeine/day, which you’d get from nine cans and a couple pieces of dark chocolate. They compare that to 3-4 cups of coffee, but that really depends on the size of coffee and brew.

    Sensitivity depends on the individual. Everyone metabolizes it at a different rate. I can’t do 400mg/day. My heart goes *crazy* when I begin to approach that level of caffeine. Lately I’ve been keeping it to around 100mg/day (in black tea) in order to keep myself from having heart palpitations.

    The point I’m getting at is that, yeah, losing access to his sodas could absolutely make him fall asleep in court. But I bet it feels amazing. Aside from the headaches, letting your body settle from stimulants is magic. Sleep feels restful, your heart is happy, your mood mellows. The dude needs a mellower mood.

    Everyone loves Trump having a case of the sleepies. It’s a New Yorker cartoon. Colbert and Stewart each talked about it in their monologues last night, too. I’ll be shocked if we don’t see it on SNL too. Honestly? This monster is most endearing when he’s unconscious, so I get it.

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    Smithsonian Mag shares a scan inside of a full-term condor egg. The images are exquisite and stunning. What a beautiful little life form.

    A lot can go wrong during hatching, which is why veterinarians who run California condor breeding programs in the United States keep a close eye on developing eggs. Several weeks ago, an egg being monitored by the breeding team at the San Diego Zoo Wildlife Alliance started to raise alarm bells—the chick, it seemed, had gotten into a contorted position.

    To assess the situation—and the bird’s survival prospects—specialists placed the California condor egg in a computed tomography (CT) machine, revealing a detailed, three-dimensional view of what was happening inside.

    Don’t worry; baby Emaay hatched successfully under the care of the biological parents and is doing well by all accounts.

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    FNAF2 is on its way. (Variety) No surprise there: the first one performed quite well in the box office. Blumhouse is smart with this one. They calculated that pleasing *only* hardcore FNAF fans would be enough to support the flick, and they were right. So they set the budget appropriately, wrote it for the fans and nobody else, and walked away with lots of bank.

    I didn’t mind FNAF, though I wasn’t the audience. I still prefer Willy’s Wonderland though.

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    NASA is trying to figure out a good way to get samples back from the Marsian surface. (Ars Technica)

    Their current plans don’t look viable after all, and the whole mission is at risk. Eleven billion dollars to only get samples back by 2040 is not, apparently, going to work for everyone involved.

    The most recent iteration of the Mars Sample Return mission involves two launches. One would take place in 2030 with a European spacecraft that will orbit Mars and wait for the second mission—the responsibility of NASA—to depart Earth in 2035 with a Sample Retrieval Lander (SRL). The second launch would involve a Mars Ascent Vehicle (MAV), the rocket necessary to launch samples off the red planet and into space.

    The lander would deliver the MAV to the Martian surface, and the Perseverance rover, already on Mars, will deliver sealed tubes of rock and soil specimens into a container for the trip back to Earth. The MAV would then launch the material into orbit around Mars, where the European-built Earth Return Orbiter would rendezvous with the sample container and pick it up for the journey home.

    These launches were previously scheduled to occur two years apart in the late 2020s, but those target dates are no longer attainable with the current plan and budget, officials said Monday.

    So what are they gonna do? No really, what are they going to do? They’d love to get more ideas, and they’re reaching out to private companies for help.

    As soon as Tuesday, NASA will release a solicitation for the private sector to propose ideas to bring back Perseverance’s samples. Companies with the best ideas will receive some NASA funding later this year to support 90-day studies, and these reports will inform agency leaders on how to proceed with the Mars Sample Return. NASA could be ready to make decisions on a new architecture by the end of the year.

    “We are opening up the aperture and allowing industry to propose concepts,” said Nicky Fox, head of NASA’s science mission directorate. “Yes, we would be OK with a higher risk posture. I’m definitely looking at things that have high heritage, the kind of tried and true architectures and elements of architectures that maybe have worked in the past, different ways of doing the various elements, a smaller Mars Ascent Vehicle.”

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    The New York Review of Books talks about “Tom’s Men,” as in, Tom of Finland, an iconic gay artist of the 20th century. The author killed it with this article; descriptions of his work are as vivid as the illustrations themselves.

    His pants are pulled down over his feet like a ruched satin shade. His hips are slung to one side in classic contrapposto, showing off the bounciest bubble butt you ever saw. His tiny waist is just glimpsed beneath the bottom of a sailor’s white shirt, which covers an improbably broad back that curves in a long “S” from neck to pelvis. His head, perched in profile as he looks over his right shoulder, has features of exaggerated, cartoonish masculinity: short straight nose, full pouting lips, strong jaw, pronounced chin, angular sideburns. His cap slides down over his forehead with an attitude of arrogant nonchalance as he revels in the pleasures of being beautiful and being seen. It’s so hypermasculine that it bends toward high femme, the pose and the voluptuousness recalling the Venus Callipyge—“Venus of the beautiful buttocks”—a Roman marble statue of the love goddess lifting her dress and allowing mortals to marvel at otherworldly perfection.

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    It kinda looks like a Netflix true crime documentary may have fabricated images of a real person using AI, according to Engadget. The image posted certainly does have AI hallmarks, though more information is certainly necessary, since this would be such a lurid use of the technology.

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    Another sign of a flagging free internet: The FCC is apparently cool with ISPs charging people more money for guaranteed high-speed gaming. Ars Technica explains why this is a problem.