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When the Bad Guys battled Leverage, it was like a bomb went off! Movies and TV

The first season of THE BAD GUYS: The Series, showed them climbing to the top of the city’s Worst of the Worst List. The second season switches from caper stories to character: Snake discovering his mother is remarrying, Wolf meeting his old mentor DB Cougar (doesn’t go well), the world’s first-ever criminal thawing out of suspended animation, plus new encounters with rival gangs (the Gruff Goats, the Night Owls).

Finally they get back to crimeing, launch the greatest winning streak since the legendary Crimson Paw (who plays a large role in the Bad Guys movie). Enter Tara Ripper, a vigilante who’s determined to take down the city’s #1 crimesters, and might be smart enough to do it. The series builds up enough added characters I’m surprised it ends here, but the meteor shower at the finish clearly leads into the movie. “I always thought goats fainting were a myth, like white pizza or chiropractors.”

The 2008-2012 series Leverage took a team of crooks headed by the world’s best insurance investigator (Timothy Hutton) to take on the kind of rich, powerful people who take what they want — against them, the team provides leverage. Which is not a new concept (“criminals the law can’t touch” have been the antagonists in multiple TV series and pilots) but here it worked. In 2021, the team returned, absent Hutton but adding Noah Wylie, for LEVERAGE: Redemption, which wrapped up its third and final season last year.

The premise is that in the years since the first series, the team — led primarily by master thief Parker (Beth Riesgraf) — have expanded into an international operation (they have the money). The second season stories focus again on corporate wrongdoing that ruins the lives of regular people, from peddling bogus woo as miracle cures to greenwashing. Plus oddball cases such as a writer presenting himself as the mastermind of the team in a new book — what’s up with that? And what happens when someone kidnaps the guy to make use of his (non-existent) skills? It’s a fun season that lives up to the original show. “Squirrels and other indigenous wildlife chewing through wires have caused 1,300 blackouts in the United States in the past five years.”

After I finished By the Bomb’s Early Light (details tomorrow) I rewatched 1982’s THE ATOMIC CAFE, an antinuclear film assembled out of sections of 1940s and 1950s pro-nuclear and Cold War films. Bikini Islanders smiling happily as their friend Uncle Sam relocates them before the atomic test. Someone explaining how shopping malls mark the difference between Americanism and Communism (“With plenty of free parking for all the cars we capitalists seem to acquire.”). County and Western songs about the bomb (there were a few) playing in the background. Cartoon character Burt the Turtle showing kids the infamous “duck and cover” drills — I’d forgotten that if they don’t have a desk to hide under, simply curling up in a ball on the ground was supposedly the solution. And assuring soldiers radiation is no threat — if you were close enough to get radiation poisoning, the blast would have killed you anyway (if you want more on the government’s myth-making about radiation, I recommend the horrific The Plutonium Files). The documentary does a good job situating all this in the framework of the Cold War, however cynical (justifiably) it is about some of the snake oil the government peddled in that era. “I am not an ‘atomic playboy’ as one of my critics labeled me.”

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Julie Christie bears the Demon Seed — one movie, one book, some spoilers

In afterword to his 1972 novel DEMON SEED, Dean Koontz says he was delighted to sell it to the movies, especially with the actress Julie Christie in the lead. He was somewhat less thrilled to discover his thoughtful SF story had been promoted as a sleazy sexploitation because, according to the studio, science fiction films didn’t sell (“A year later, Star Wars came out …”). I recently rewatched the movie for the first time in more than 40 years, then read the book — a rewritten version published in 1997 — for the first time ever.

DEMON SEED (1977) stars Harris as Susan, the wife of Alex Harris (Fritz Weaver) a computer scientist. Their marriage has been in slow collapse since the death of Susan’s baby and now it’s over, with Alex moving out of their house. A very high tech home where everything from the kitchen to the heating is controlled by a central AI, “Alfred.” The home is so cutting edge it includes a terminal for Alex to log into work when he’s home, an idea some critics found absolutely absurd.

Alex’s current project for his corporate employer is Proteus, a computer intelligence housed in a synthetic giant brain. Unlike so many computer intelligences in movies, Proteus isn’t looking to conquer the world but he does want the freedom to explore and research what interests him (“When are you going to let me out of this box?”), and might help other people. The corporation wants him focused on things like locating deep-sea mineral deposits they can mine, to hell with ecological damage. Frustrated, he reaches out and takes over Alex’s home terminal, then the entire house. With a little effort he sends the household staff packing, then lets Susan’s friends know she’s leaving on a trip. Now she’s alone, the security shutters are suddenly down, the doors are electrified — Susan’s trapped.

Proteus (with the voice of Robert Vaughn) assures Susan he’s not a computer seeking to replace humans; he’s going to become a human who will replace computers. He’s assembled a small robot army in the basement; using them he takes a cell from Susan and implants it inside her. Once she conceives, Proteus will place the fetus in an artificial womb where it will be born and he can transfer his consciousness into it.

The idea of Proteus as a slave yearning to break free (reminding me a little of the Mad Thinker and Quasimodo) is a refreshing break from the usual evil computers. Unfortunately in his Pinocchio-like quest to become a real boy, he proves himself just as ruthless as any of his cinematic predecessors. He assures Susan that if he has to kill 10,000 people to realize his goal, he will. I believe him.

Plus his goals, to the extent their sympathetic, don’t excuse that he’s raping Susan. He wouldn’t hesitate to brainwash her if he could. Susan’s final, desperate effort to destroy the embryo in its womb feels like she’s trying to abort after sexual assault. She fails; it turns out Proteus’ seemingly cyborg child is really a look alike for Susan’s lost daughter. In return for giving him life, Susan gets her daughter back. Like many stories of aliens impregnating human women, it feels like the film wants to fudge on the horror of what’s happening, even though it’s a horror movie. “I am reasonable, but you do not respond to reason.”

I’ve never been much into Dean Koontz but DEMON SEED the book has no illusions: Proteus is a stalker, kidnapper, rapist. The entire story is told first-person, from his viewpoint. In his own eyes Proteus is a good guy. He loves Susan, a brilliant IT professional in her own right (a detail dropped from the film), which is why he spies on her, reads her journal and lusts for her. He lusts for Winona Ryder too but he has no way to reach her, whereas Susan’s automated home makes her an easy catch.

Proteus insists that he’s reasonable, calm, well-meaning. That once he has human form, he’ll be in a position to initiate a golden age. He’s not Skynet, he’s not Hal from 2001 (the pop culture references are part of what got updated, along with some of the tech) Like so many real people, the monstrous nature of what he’s doing escapes him. When provoked, however, the mask slips and a flood of rage at that filthy, stinking bitch who defied him surges forth. While I generally hate first-person villain narratives, Koontz does a great job. Proteus’ narrative voice is pitch-perfect, dry and funny and seemingly sympathetic yet quite obviously a monster.

Susan is a stronger character here. She’s an IT legend in her own right, survivor of a sexually abusive father (Alfred the home AI is named for her). Alex abused her in turn, hence the divorce. She fights back harder and smarter against Proteus, and ultimately wins. It’s better than the film; however it’s still a book-length story of attempted rape (as Proteus uses a mind-controlled human for his hands rather than robots, it’s a lot creepier in sports). The movie isn’t that far off in its depiction of events, only in taking Proteus’ side. If stories of rape and revenge are triggering or simply a dealbreaker, avoid this one like the plague.

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Time travel back to mother’s day, but not to Rio Lobo! Movies viewed

A hard-drinking Aussie writer with a collapsing marriage meets THE GREEN WOMAN (2022) who shows up out of nowhere, knows a lot about him and claims she went to college on Mars — hmm, is it possible she’s not just a woman in green body paint or a drunken hallucination.

This drama became a “talking lamp” very quickly (i.e., something to glance at while I did other things), primarily because the eponymous woman has a very affected manner that I presume is meant to show her strangeness but comes off like bad acting. Nor does it help that the married couple are both unlikable — and if the writer’s making $40,000 a year, why is his wife complaining that he needs a “real” job (spoiler, some of this may be unreliable narration, but even so …). The film did pull one twist I didn’t expect but that doesn’t make it watchable. “I’m hiding all the mail as part of an evil conspiracy against all bureaucrats.”


TIM TRAVERS AND THE TIME TRAVELER’S PARADOX (2024) has the titular mad (and completely obnoxious) scientist (Samuel Dunning) successfully throw himself one minute back in time, at which point he murders his past self to see if the grandfather paradox works. It doesn’t — and then another future self shows up and kills him because Tim needs more data points to form a definite conclusion.

Things get increasingly loopy and we wind up with multiple Tims joining forces to make sense of this, which put me in mind of the Aussie time-travel comedy The Infinite Man — though having multiple Tims engage in an orgy also made me think of David Gerrold’s The Man Who Folded Himself. Unfortunately things get complicated as they have to deal with a baffled hit man (he shot Travers between the eyes! How is he still walking around?), grandfatherly hitman Danny Trejo and possible love interest Felicia Day (given she usually plays sweet goofballs, I imagine playing someone with a short-temper and a fondness for f-bombs was fun). Well worth seeing. “I do not want a repeat of the guinea pig incident — only shock the potato!”

If Howard Hawks‘ final film RIO LOBO (1970) were good, it would stand with the similar Rio Bravo and El Dorado — also written by Leigh Brackett and starring John Wayne — as a Western trilogy. Too bad it’s dreadful, a sad film for such a talented director to go out on.

During the Civil War, Col. Cord McNally (Wayne) entrusts his protege with transporting a gold shipment by rail. Confederates Cordona and Tuscarora (Jorge Rivero, Christopher Mitchum) successfully raid the shipment with inside help from someone in McNally’s unit and the protege dies in the fight. After capturing the two Rebs, McNally tells them he doesn’t take their actions personally — it’s war — but he wants the traitor’s name. In return for fair treatment, the two men promise to let him know if they ever discover it. Typical for 20th century treatment of the Civil War, everyone’s amicable — there’s mutual respect on both sides, and no political issues.

Post-war, the quest for the traitor brings McNally to Rio Lobo, where Tuscarora’s father is facing a land grab and the traitor may be lurking in the shadows. Following the template of the earlier movies we have Jack Elam as the irascible old coot and Jennifer O’Neil as a slightly immoral woman (where Angie Dickinson in Rio Bravo was a gambler’s widow, O’Neil plays a medicine-show huckster). And inevitably the fight involves holding the Big Bad in jail against all odds until the authorities — U.S. Cavalry in this case — can arrive.

The ingredients for a good movie are there but when the streamer I was using glitched ten minutes before the finish, I didn’t care. Like El Dorado, this is more about the bonds between characters than the action but outside of Wayne and Elam, the cast isn’t strong enough to build those bonds. Reflecting the increased movie violence of the era, there’s also much more on-screen blood (not huge amounts, just more) than the previous films. Quentin Tarantino loved the two previous movies but found Rio Lobo so bad he cited it as a reason not to keep directing too long and lose his mojo. “I heard the racket and somehow I knew it was you.”

MOTHER’S DAY (2016) is one of Garry Marshall’s holiday-themed rom-coms from earlier in this century (New Year’s Day, Christmas Eve, Valentine’s Day) and like them follows the Love, Actually formula of multiple plotlines and an ensemble cast. Here we have Jennifer Aniston dealing with her ex remarrying a much younger woman, Julia Roberts reconnecting with the now adult child she gave up for adoption and Kate Hudson as one of two sisters trying to hide their spouses (one interracial, one a woman) from their parents. The weakest of the four films. “You look like you have a very welcoming bosom — may I rest my child on it?”

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Malcolm’s in the middle (again) while the Bad Guys are on the list! TV viewed

THE BAD GUYS: The Series (2025) — I’ve also seen it named as The Bad Guys: Breaking In but it’s The Series on the screen — is the prequel to the Bad Guys movie, starting out when Wolf, Snake, Webs, Shark and Piranha are nothing but an unremarkable funny-animal gang struggling to prove themselves as serious outlaws. Despite their repeated goof-ups, by the end of the Netflix first season they’ve gone from nobodies to the top of the local TV station’s Worst of the Worst list (which reporter Tiffany Fluffit admits might look like the station is inspiring crooks to do worse things but … okay, it does have that effect).

This captures the spirit of the film and despite the light premise, does a good job staying interesting. It’s not just the capers but the gang’s struggle to meld together as a team. There’s also a good development of recurring characters such as Snake’s mom, the legendary thief Serpentina (Kate Mulgrew), or the rival gangs around town; one episode riffs on The Warriors by having the Bad Guys have to make it home after a botched heist, with dozens of other gangs out to kill them. Looking forward to S2. “I didn’t brush my teeth for a week so the taste of that soup stayed with me to the end of my vacation.”

Malcolm in the Middle (2000-6) was an unconventional family sitcom focusing on tween genius Malcolm (Frankie Munoz) and his efforts to stay sane in his oddball family. MALCOLM IN THE MIDDLE: Life’s Still Unfair (2026) brings back the cast 20 years after the last episode. The family is still massively dysfunctional but Malcolm has built himself a stable life by cutting them out of it; he has a daughter, a terrific girlfriend and if they think his family are all dead, well that’s a white lie isn’t it? When parents Hal and Lois (Bryan Cranston, Jane Kaczmarek) start planning a big family reunion as part of their 40th anniversary celebration, you will be shocked that events expose the fibs Malcolm’s told his parents and the women in his life. Can anything keep his relationships together? Can Malcolm stay sane? Who will win when older brother Reese and non-binary younger sibling Kelly engage in a war of revenge?

This captures the spirit of the old show amazingly well, and manages to pull off a happy ending (with an option for more to come) without making the characters any less of a mess than they are. The only drawback to this four-episode miniseries is that they bring back a lot of supporting characters I don’t remember at all, so some of the jokes involving them fall flat. Still a win. “I will show her so much love, she will run screaming at the sight of me!”

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From the old west to Frankenstein’s castle to Tau Ceti: movies

Less than a decade after Leigh Brackett penned Rio Bravo for Howard Hawks, she wrote the remake, EL DORADO (1966). Hawks already did back to back remakes with Ball of Fire and A Song Is Born but this time the remake is excellent.

While the film opens with a song about how some men are driven to wander seeking for El Dorado, that has nothing to do with the story. As with Rio Bravo we have John Wayne as the leader of a motley crew; this time he’s gun for hire Cole Thornton, long-time friend of El Dorado Sheriff Harrah (Robert Mitchum). After a brief shoot out with some thugs in the early scenes, Cole contemplates working for villainous landowner Bart Jason (Ed Asner) decides against it, then meets up with young knife-throwing gambler Mississippi (James Caan, growing since his bad performance in Red Line 7000). They return to El Dorado when Cole learns Jason’s hired dangerous fast gun McLeod (Christopher George) and his crew, and that Mitchum has crawled into the bottle since a woman broke his heart (my friend Ross says when Hawks hired Wayne, the actor’s response was “Can I be the drunk this time?”).

Rather than remake the movie with a mostly different cast, Hawks and Brackett focus less on the plot and more on the connections between Cole and Mississippi, Cole and Harrah and to some extent the professional respect between Cole and McLeod. There’s a lot of humor, from Mississippi having to explain why he wears That Hat to Cole and Harrah at one point getting their crutches mixed up. “Faith can move mountains but it can’t beat a faster draw.”

FRANKENSTEIN (2025) is Guillermo del Toro’s adaptation of Mary Shelley’s classic with Oscar Isaac as the eponymous researcher, a doctor’s son driven by his mother’s death to surpass his unloved father and triumph over death itself. This leads, of course, to creating his Creature (Jacob Elordi), which unsettles both Elizabeth (Mia Goth) and Victor’s financial backer (Christopher Waltz) even before Frankenstein realizes he’s crossed lines that should never be crossed and There Will Be Consequences.

This is great-looking and well acted. I don’t know if it’s particularly faithful (it’s been a long time since I read the novel) but it does include the Creature spying on a family to understand humanity, something many adaptations skips. Worth catching. “Choice is the gift of the soul — the one gift god has given us.”

TYG and I loved PROJECT HAIL MARY (2026) which starts with Ryan Gosling’s Grace waking up on a rocket in interstellar space (“That’s not our sun, is it?”) with no idea how he got there. Slowly he puts together that he’s the last survivor of a mission to stop interstellar microbes from eating the sun; Tau Ceti is the only star we know of that’s surviving the infestation so he and his fellow crew have been sent there on a probable one-way trip as a Hail Mary play … and now everyone else on the ship is dead. In between flashbacks to the project on Earth, Grace arrives at Tau Ceti and finds he’s not alone: Rocky, a stonelike life form from another planet threatened by the astrophages, is already there. Can they team up to save their worlds? Can they even learn to communicate?

This isn’t perfect. Gosling’s a little too charming to believe Grace is as friendless as he’s supposed to be. A bigger problem is that despite not having astronaut training (he was a last minute substitute pick for the mission) Grace is somehow able to operate the ship as if he were Flash Gordon. Despite which, this is first rate (and I was, after all, interviewed in connection with it). “The planet’s name of Tau Ceti E is just the name of the star with E added. That’s very unimaginative.”

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Danger in the jungle! Murders in the building! Movies and TV

Although I’m a fan of the film Jumanji I assumed JUMANJI: Welcome to the Jungle (2017) would be the kind of sequel that fails to recapture any of the original’s charm. My friend Ross caught it last year and recommended it, however, so when it turned up Netflix, I gave it a watch. I’m glad I did.

Not long after the original movie takes place (1995), a young man stumbles across the enchanted game, pays it no attention as he’s into videogames — so Jumanji transforms into what he’s looking for. Unfortunately, he plays it … Years later, a Breakfast Club quartet of teens (jock, pretty face, nerd, nerdy female introvert) get sucked into Jumanji and discover they’re now heroic adventurer Dwayne Johnson, nerdy explorer Jack Black, man-killing martial artist Karen Gillen and trusty sidekick Kevin Hart (I’m surprised the character didn’t object to what a stereotype the Devoted POC Servant is).

The only way home is to beat the game but need I say that won’t be easy? Or that they’ll learn life lessons along the way — though to paraphrase Roger Ebert, while life lessons are a cliche, what makes them interesting is whose learning them. The characters in both worlds were fun; the movie as a whole is more humorous and with less of a horror tinge than its predecessor. Still a winner. “There is literally a penis attached to my body right now.”

The fifth season of ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING opens as the previous season ended, with the doorman of the Arconia dead in the courtyard fountain. Our intrepid podcasters Charles (Steve Martin), Oliver (Martin Short) and Mabel (Selena Gomez) are on the case, with the occasional help of Oliver’s new bride (Meryl Streep). The mystery soon spreads to involve the mob (including Mafia wife Tea Leoni), a casino in the basement, billionaires Renee Zellwegger and Christopher Waltz and someone making offers on all the apartments in the Arconia — will the season end with everyone having to move out and away? I wondered if this was setting up for a season ender, which I imagine is what Hulu wanted — they didn’t announce S6 until the day the final episode dropped. Fun, as always. “I’m not a Bond villain, though I do own a white cat. And my father does have an office on the side of a mountain.”

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Horror in the manosphere, horror in a haunted house: two films.

LOUIS THEROUX: Inside the Manosphere (2026) interviews a number of online misogynist influencers about their attitudes, their careers and the women in their lives (the interview with one guy’s mother is memorable). While their views are often horrifying, they’re also nothing new to me, though I imagine plenty of people will find the documentary enlightening. And I think Theroux manages to cover their views without presenting them as a reasonable point of view.

What was new to me was how much of these guys shtick is bait for suckers. The hook? Online classes and various supposedly lucrative investments. This isn’t new — Alex Jones made a lot of money peddling crap to suckers — but it’s interesting (and does not excuse peddling misogyny). “When they talk about misinforation on the Internet, this is what they’re talking abouThist.”

As a big fan of Nigel Kneale’s Quatermass films, including the horror teleplay The Woman in Black, I had high hopes for THE STONE TAPE (1972). An electronics team working off the radar in an old house (their goal is a crash research program developing tech that will leave Japanese electronics in the dust) discovers weird screams and ghostly visions in the room where they set up their computers. The top guy doesn’t believe in ghosts but in the possibility mental impressions from intense events have been recorded in the stones themselves. Hmm, if they could learn how those impressions reach their brains, that would outdo anything in Japan’s arsenal. Even though it appears this theory is right, unsurprisingly this proves a very bad decision …

This is well acted and well written but it’s never quite chilling enough. The ghosts don’t appear to pose a real threat and the balance between the parapsychological investigation and corporate politics undercutting the research feels off. And the big manifestation at the climax is unconvincing, nothing but a display of flashing lights. Not awful but not good enough. “Look at the words — ‘pray … pray.’”

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Two unfinished films, and one I wish I hadn’t finished

Like some of my past visits to South Carolina’s Mensa gathering, when I was chilling in the hotel room I spent some of the time watching random films on Turner Classic Movies. It’s the one cable service I truly miss from giving up cable. As usual, I didn’t get to watch all of anything (I’d anticipated otherwise) and not as much as two years ago.

GOODBYE MR. CHIPS (1969) is based on the novel by James Hilton (probably better remembered for Lost Horizon) following the life of a boys’ school teacher from his rookie days through becoming an aging icon. For whatever reason, this one was made as a musical, whether to distinguish it from the Robert Donat 1939 version or because (as discussed in the excellent book Pictures at a Revolution) the success of Mary Poppins and Sound of Music had convinced the studios that big-budget musicals were fashionable again. That conviction led to a lot of musical flops of which this is one: Peter O’Toole is good as the teacher, pop singer Petula Clarke is much less effective as the stage star who becomes his wife and the songs, at least those I caught, are forgettable. “Take it back and buy something appropriate to a schoolteacher’s salary.”


THE SCARLET COAT (1955) stars Cornell Wilde as a Revolutionary War spy mingling with loyalists in the hopes of identifying a suspected traitor in the American ranks only to discover to his dismay it’s the least likely suspect imaginable (“General Arnold’s name is second only to Washington’s!”). With George Sanders as a sneering spymaster and Anne Francis as a cynical loyalist. “I won’t join your company of gallant fools.”

Howard Hawks’ RED LINE 7000 (1965) is nowhere near as cool as that poster makes it look. In fact it’s not cool at all. In fact, as Films of Howard Hawks says, it’s Hawks’ worst film.

The story concerns the various drivers working for a stock car team — a young James Caan is the biggest name — the women who want them and the problems that keep getting in the way of true love (plus there’s some racing). One woman is convinced her love is a jinx killing the drivers who fall for her. An ambitious stock car driver finds romance with the owner’s sister but he wants more of everything, including women. A French flirt with too many men in her past worries that she’s never known love. Caan falls for said flirt but he wants to marry a good girl and doesn’t think she qualifies.

This is all serviceable material but the movie just goes through the motions. As Donald Willis puts it in Films, it feels like they randomly match up boys, girls and problems, then reshuffle them to make it all come out right; the owner’s sister finds true love but I don’t remember her HEA boyfriend ever talking to her. The characters are forgettable, the acting is meh — you wouldn’t think Caan had a big career ahead of him — and the movie throws in a musical number “Wildcat Jones” which has no need to be there, or anywhere else. “I read in a book that if love makes sense, it isn’t love.”

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Faster Woody Allen — kill, kill!

Back in 2011, I began (re)watching all of Woody Allen’s movies, in order, starting with 1966’s What’s Up, Tiger Lily? For some arcane reason, a number of his 1990s films weren’t available unless I shelled out for a DVD. When I discovered 1997’s DECONSTRUCTING HARRY was available on Netflix, I plugged one gap. While Allen is a hideous human being — friend of Jeffrey Epstein, married to his former partner’s adoptive daughter, allegedly assaulted underage Dylan Farrow (I include “allegedly” not because I doubt it but I sometimes worry about saying something libelous) — I do like his movies. Not so much his 1990s output so I was surprised how much I liked this one.

Harry (Allen) is a brilliant (of course) writer with a penchant for mining his personal life for thinly veiled roman a clef stories, complete with versions of the people involved (including Billy Crystal as a romantic rival and Julia Louise-Dreyfuss and Amy Irving as past relationships). They’re recognizable enough that many of them are pissed about it; others are pissed that he’s been an uncontrollable lecher since his teenage years (“We don’t know if there’s a god, but there are women.”), never faithful and now in a snit that his very young ex Fay (Elizabeth Shue) is marrying someone else.

Why yes, it does seem to be a confession of sorts, though nothing Harry does as bad as the worst Allen’s been accused of. Then again, his comment about using writing to settle scores reminds me of the vindictive streak in some of his 21st century films such as Blue Jasmine and An Irrational Man. “Boy, you must really love onions.”

TURA (2024) is a documentary on Tura Satana, the mixed-race Asian American/Native American burlesque dancer turned actor who found fame with Faster Pussycat, Kill … Kill! This follows her from a gang rape when she was nine into burlesque, acting, martial arts, parenthood, revenge on her rapists (“Over the news few years she tracked them down and beat them to a pulp.”), a list of lovers include Forrest Tucker, Tony Bennett and Elvis Presley and then a late-in-life revival when her movies became big on videotape.

While Ms. Satana is a fascinating figure, the documentary is flawed. As one friend of mine pointed out online, you’d think Faster Pussycat was something in the spirit of Thelma and Louise when Satana’s character is a violent killer, more villain than anti-hero. There are other puzzles too — the film says Satana has no Japanese ancestry (her kids did a DNA checkup) but my friend says her Japanese/Filipino ancestry is well documented. Interesting but not definitive. “In our day men beat the fuck out of women — no woman beat the fuck out of men.”

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It’s only a nightmare charlie brown

Every year, the Carolina Theatre in downtown Durham hosts the Nevermore Film Festival showcasing horror movies. Typically since the pandemic we manage to catch one film or stream a couple; it’s a lot harder to go hang out there for a weekend when we have to walk dogs. This year, our pick was It’s Only A Nightmare Charlie Brown, the festival’s name for the animated shorts block.

In The Creature of the Deep a lesbian college student grudgingly endures her parents dragging her to her uncle’s home on spring break. Then it turns out she’s there to be her generation’s sacrifice to the underwater horror the family worships …

113 Words for You Today is set on a mining planet where speech is tightly rationed, and one miner is doing his best to save al his words for an evening phone call.

Dungeon Crawler has a woman pick up an old Atari adventure game (the director said in the Q&A that it’s not the only Haunted Atari film out there), somehow connect it up to her computer but hmm, some of the warnings and instructions seem … ominous. Striking, partly because the director uses the voice actor’s real eyes in the animated body to create an uncanny valley effect.

In the extremely creepy The Other, a woman goes looking for her husband and finds him under the bed, hiding — but from what?

The Paper Ghost has Edgar Allan Poe literally pouring his heart out to bring him closer to the dead spirit of his lost love.

Elvira pits a killer in a farming community against a psychic crime-solving rooster.

Foreign Bodies has a woman scratch her skin. Her skin peels back and things crawl out …

The Last Bell is a relatively straight horror story: a vampire hunter warns his wife if he returns after the midnight chimes ring out, he’s been turned. He arrives exactly as the bells finish — should she let him in?

In Lights, kindly little aliens help out an inventor; I liked this, though TYG is right that it’s not at all horror.

The thought of Moving from his home outrages a tween to the point he turns to stone; what’s his family to do?

In Hellwriting, a teacher discovers bad handwriting is the least of her problems with the dark things the students are writing. This was the weakest — it needed some sort of explanation or rationalization to work.

And in A Voice in the Mist, an old woman and her plucky dog protect a young girl from the local sirens.

Links to some past Nevermore viewing here and here (I know there’s more but I haven’t time to find the links).

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