Welcome to the Losers Club, asshole: 27 seven years later

Just like Pennywise the Dancing Clowns starves until the fear from scared children feeds him, I’m sure to starve for others to describe what an amazing experience watching Fukanaga’s, Palmer’s and Muschietti’s* vision of Stephen King’s “It” has been. For starters, you’ve got the Losers Club assembling and going through the epiphany of discovery what and how It works its way into people’s minds and actual lives: well, yes, it was made in sort of a rush, but it is all there. Not an use thing to put every detail in less than two hours, but if you want all the kids’ experience, there is no way of getting way unless you read the book. The movie made the job of a movie and got that well done, as far as this long time King’s fan is concerned.

The acting? You can’t get it better. And I mean all the cast: from the teenagers to the old lady ignoring that kid in yellow raincoat crouching to a sewer, which is a perfect opening to let us know how Derry folks behave in relation to It’s actions. That was an amazing moment, to me. The rain falls. Someone watches but sees nothing. A cat that shows more reaction than humans do in front of what happens so clsoe to them. That is one of the main points in It’s story: they let it happen because it’s part of what’s being happening long time before they were even born. And it’s all there. And we get to know about all that in that first initial hour, which, as said, is an accomplishment.

a scene from the movie with the whole teenage cast in the shot

And I was honest when I started this short fast review: I’m still cooking up the words for what has been, for me, to be back there through this all new production of a story that has been not so new for me but is still alive as it was almost three decades ago. The second part of the story is coming upp next year and, like the Losers Club children, I plan to be ready for It, yet I know I won’t. It is bound to be a whole new experience just like this first part has been. And I’m eager to live it.

* screeplayers: Chase Palmer and Cary Fukanaga; director: Andy Muschietti

“I had hopes, but I was snot prepared for how good it really was.”

Stephen King

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this is ska

So I want to get know more and more about the ska music, get more tips on bands and such. I’m planning to start up a series of ska parties here in my hometown (Porto Alegre – RS, Brazil). All insights will be thankfully welcome!

Leo Dias: the most beautiful horrors

Leo Dias is a brazilian artist living in Porto Alegre, south of Brazil. He’s done cover art for Sepultura and many horror sculptures well noticed here and throughout the world.

It ain’t without reasons that I decided that, when I have my own Sandman mask handmaid, he’s the one I’ll thrust with the request. Just look at how amazing is his artwork when a friend of his request art with a theme he knowingly enjoys: I am one who hasn’t seen more than three or four Hellraiser movies and I’ve only played chess when I got myself into a rehab clinic, yet I want this chess set more than I want peace on Earth for all good people. This is the result of professionalism and the technique acquired after years of learning and making art. Just try to imagine how honored I feel to have been a barely grown kid alongside him in the streets of my hometown. You may follow him on facebook and keep track on his work: Leo Dias.

Não é à toa que o dia em que quiser uma máscara de Sandman, a única pessoa em quem confiarei pra fazê-la é o Leo Dias. Olha o tipo de trampo que esse cara faz por uma encomenda amiga e com uma temática de seu gosto: eu que só vi três ou quatro filmes da série Hellraiser e só aprendi e joguei xadrez durante uma internação hospitalar to querendo esse set mais do que quero paz na Terra à gente de bem. Profissionalismo e muita, muita técnica de anos de aprendizado e construção. Ces não imaginam a honra que sinto por já ter “molequeado” com esse cara nos tempos de Osvaldo e Escaler.

picture of Leo Dia's Hellraiser based chess pieces

american gods: 1st episode review

The first episode was quite an introduction, I should say. 25 minutes into the episode and I had my mind set that they got the adaptation right, even though, no matter how much is invested in series in these days and putting aside my unbalanceable faith in Neil Gaiman, we always have doubts at first.

If you’re not familiar with the literary, you should read it as soon as possible. You will get much more of the TV show. Trust me on that.

Ian MacShane is just perfect in the role of Mr. Wednesday.

As for the Leprechaun? It took me a while to know who the character in the book was, but in the show I could see the Leprechaun right there, in his noticeable and righteous 6 feet in height.

What else should I say? Emily Browning, an actress I admire and whose presence in the series gave me great joy, makes but a small appearance in the first episode, but I’m sure we are to see much more of her: the show is not taking away the occasional (and used only as necessary in the books) dreams and flashbacks of our main character Shadow.

As for those who have read the book, be not afraid. Just watch and indulge yourselves.

so, what do you want?

You want to have a travel-through-time-and-space-and-become-a-more-warm-inside-person experience?

Watch Doctor Who.

Want to have a metaphysical yet loveful and human-consciousness-and-behavor-perceiving experience?

You read Murakami.

You want to have a completely blank experience or possibly just come out even worse than you started off?

Hug me.

a mad man with a box

“People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect,” says the 10th Doctor (Tennant) in a 2007 episode. “But actually, from a nonlinear, non-subjective viewpoint, it’s more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey … stuff.”

My all time favorite actor isn’t in any of this videos. But if you do decide to watch an entire episode or the whole series, then it’s likely that you’ll get to meet him. But for now…

I would advise PAUSE THIS sometime between the middle and the end. This does look like some cheesy trailer.

then this is important and beautiful. because she, a friend, partner, companion, had forgotten him. but she knew, deep inside, how to bring the memories back.

Then there’s the soundtrack (not now) [ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2CYDgezeQas%5D [moog cover: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dV4yHbese8w%5D

And former actor Eccleston’s personal enjoyment and perceiving on the show:

“… at the heart of the series is a great innocence and decency and purity. I believe wholeheartedly in some of the lessons that you learn from the Doctor, about acceptance and greeting strange things with a sense of wonder, rather than fear and aggression. There is, at the heart of it, a celebration of difference. In the end, the Doctor has to deal with the Slitheen and the Gelth, but initially he gives them the benefit of the doubt. I like that. In cynical times, it’s a good, positive thing to make television about.”

Oh but please, imagine a perfect actor playing depressed lonely Vincent Van Gogh troughout an episode and then just watch this and forget all of the rest. And remember: this is Van Gogh. He just doesn’t know everyone and all the world knows it yet.

from Doctor Who (2005)

“So that’s the trap, the great test, the final judgement, I dunno. But if I kill you, I kill her. But that implies, in this big grand scheme of gods and devils, that she’s just a victim. Well, I’ve seen a lot of this universe. I’ve seen fake gods and bad gods and demi-gods and would-be gods. I’ve had the whole pantheon. But if I believe in one thing… just one thing… I believe in her!”

predator as a life analogy

Sometimes I feel like Dillon from the first Predator film other times I feel like maybe I’m Scharzenegger or the quiet and respectful indian guy there’s even a few times when I like to think of myself as the local girl who talks about EL DIABLO! EL DIABLO! But mostly I really wish I was just one of the first corpses found and got rid of all the ugly shit we all saw later

[SPOILER] Breaking Bad S05E11

it’s official: breaking bad goes right into your soul. Or mine. But I believe it has the same effect on virtually every viewer.

Because I do think Walter is a jerk. I’ve actually come to like and respect Hank. And the moment Hank started watching Walt’s “confession” I started laughing. A loud, maniac laugh that I’m still laughing even ‘though I was supposed to cry after Jesse and Walt’s hug. Evil-ness became too much for my mind to bear, so I laugh at the sight of it. It’s like endorphine or something.

So I had to pause and have a smoke.