As I've been working to regain my singing voice, I've been delving into my music library and dusting off some albums I haven't listened to since before the evil sickness that stole my voice like an ugly Ursula who couldn't even be bothered to give me some new legs and a hot prince to silently seduce. One of the singers I've rediscovered is Jesse McCartney, who seems more into his acting career as of late instead of the singing one he's rather good at.
After the WWE renamed the Divas Division to the Women’s and replaced the ridiculous Divas Championship with something that didn’t scream “we’re just here to titillate” it was expected that their female talent would be treated with the respect they deserve. And so far, they have. Since the change, the division has reached heights that only a few short years ago seemed impossible.
When it comes to horror movies, bodies are a given. Adults and adolescents (over the age of sixteen) are killed, sometimes with wild abandon, by the monster or alien or psycho. But kids tend to be spared the bloody end their babysitter receives; Child’s Play, Leprechaun, Godzilla and Jurassic World (I know, the last two aren’t technically horror but they do feature monsters-on-the-rampage so for this, I’m counting ‘em) all have young ‘uns who survive even as the grown folks end up six feet under.
It’s October and with Halloween month here, now is the perfect time for all things creepy and scary and darkly magical. To help celebrate the upcoming holiday, I’ve decided to share my favorite witch-centered films. To make the list, all the movie needs is a witch at the center of the story. Films like Maleficent, Warlock: The Armageddon and The Addams Family have magic (and magic-like) characters but no witches (except for Granny but she’s not central to the plot) in the medieval sense so they won’t be included (though all three are perfect viewing for the season). And not every entry is horror; some are even family-friendly fare that you can watch with even the youngest of kiddies.
After more than twenty years, Disney has finally announced a new Hocus Pocus film, something fans have been begging for. The 1993 has entertained viewers of all ages with its humor, creepiness and Bette Midler’s fantastic rendition of I Put a Spell on You. So who wouldn’t be thrilled about Disney’s plan? Um, try every-freaking-body who ever lived.
I’ve been an on again/off again fan of WWE programming since middle school but even when I’m not actively watching the most violent soap opera’s weekly shenanigans, I still enjoy playing one of the many WWE-branded games I have on my shelf. Out of all of them my favorite remains Smackdown vs. Raw 2007. Yeah, future installments featured improvements to the controls, graphics and roster but this was the last one produced with my favorite wrestler before the ultimate in sexism slithered its way into an already brimming with sexism series.
Since I was a wee fetus of prepubescent age, I’ve enjoyed burning daylight with video games. From running around the streets of Gotham to flying through the skies of Spira, games have allowed us to live a million different lives. Some of those lives were absolutely abysmal portals to hell but I won’t be bothering with those today. Instead, I’ll be sharing my ten favorite titles – in no particular order ‘cause that’d be frikkin’ impossible – from my earliest days of gaming to today.
If you’ve been keeping up with me over on OTV Magazine, you might have read one or two things I’ve written about my relearning how to sing after a year of sub-Beiber attempts to open up some rusted (hell, deteriorated) pipes. Illness is a bitch, especially when its after effects hang on so long and pretty much strip you of you. You might also have noticed that I was rather optimistic that I’d eventually recover most of my former range and I still am. It’s not taking longer than expected or harder than I thought, either. In fact, everything seems to be going along at, what I assume, is a good, steady pace. But just because it’s mostly working out doesn’t mean I haven’t had some nights when I’ve wanted to beat my own head in with the microphone stand with built-in karaoke I just today purchased yet (got bills, y’all). But this is a thing I not only want but need and am as determined as ever to go all the frakking way.
I recently became addicted to yet another YouTube channel, Cinemassacre. If you’re not familiar with it, its home to a number of game-related web series, like The Angry Video Game Nerd and James & Mike Mondays, that have kept me in a nostalgic state since I discovered them a couple of weeks ago. Seeing these two play and rant about the games that filled my childhood with joy – and rage – has brought back all those memoires of NES-fueled evenings in front of the T.V. of me attempting – and failing miserably – to save the girl or the world or whatever else was in 8-bit danger, sometimes in couch co-op with my brother, who was always better at these things than me. Yes, couch co-op. Y’all can celebrate that online multiplayer so popular now but being side-by-side with your buddies was an experience sorely lacking nowadays.
So Lord of the Flies is coming back to the big screen. That’s some awesome news. See, I love this story and have read the book and seen both movies multiple times. Hearing the announcement that there’d be a shiny new version made me all sorts of happy for a plethora of reasons. But that’s not the point of this piece. William Golding’s classic explored the desperation and evil within human DNA and shocked readers and viewers with the violence committed by children as their humanity slipped away and they gave into their basic instincts, the same ones we all guard against when confronted with adversity is, apparently, not applicable to girls.
Do you like YouTube? Not just those funny videos where crazy people tongue super-spicy peppers or amusingly (sometimes artfully) tear apart your favorite film/show/book/video game? Granted, those are some fun ways to pass the time, especially when you should be working on a new blog post or one of the many manuscripts begging to be finished, but they aren’t the best the site has to offer. Along with the dares and challenges and rants are some future award-winning filmmakers whose talent would blow you away.
The acclaimed director of amazeball films Terminator 2: Judgment Day, Titanic, Aliens and the shit-storm that is Avatar (honestly, Sigourney Weaver is the only good part of that train wreck) has gone on record to say that Wonder Woman, the film that single-handedly saved the DCEU, is a step backwards because the star of the film was objectified. Huh?
Did you ever wonder if you were man enough? Ever wonder if you were even considered worthy of being called a man? Have you rolled your eyes yet at the utter stupidity of the questions? If you did, great; you've already figured it out and are patiently waiting for everyone else to play catch up. But, if you didn't and suddenly wondered where you fall in the man-scale, let's me and you have a chat, hm?
Even though they're not real people, characters on television can feel like close friends so when one of your favorites are taken out, it can hurt, shock and even enrage. I've already started this sad-making list but that one was just a sampling of the mental anguish fictional peeps. Here's a few more.
When Will kindly asked me to guest blog about Asian representation in the film industry I was a little hesitant. It’s a subject that I’m close to which means I’m definitely biased. Maybe I can’t see the forest for the trees, maybe I allow emotion to cloud my judgment. Plus working in the industry also means I have a vested interest in the outcome, which in some ways, means this blog post is a little selfish. Not to mention it’s a complex topic, and I can’t hope to cover the breadth and depth in one post. I’m merely scratching the surface here. Hopefully my simple words encourage more conversations.
Milo Yiannopoulos, darling of the alt-right, has finally experienced the repercussions of being a loud and obnoxious racist, bigot, misogynist. Nah, just kidding. Nobody seems to care about his outing a trans student or leading a hate brigade against Leslie Jones or doing his damndest to smear Shaun King. None of this was enough to get employees of Breitbart demanding his dismissal or Simon & Shuster to cancel that $250,000 book deal ‘cause Free Speech, y'all. But when he allegedly said he was all pro-pedo and thanked his own abuser for giving him mad blowie skills, the world finally reacted to the poster child for pissing people off.
So I read something the other day that bothered me, and not in a minor, it’ll pass sort of way. See, there’s this blogger goes by the name This Modest Mom who, well, blogged about how she was forced to cancel her highly anticipated family vacation to Disney World. But it wasn’t because of monetary hardship or some horrible accident or disease. She couldn’t stand to step foot into the Happiest Place on Earth because The Walt Disney Company dared to include a mysterious “gay moment” in their soon-to-release live action remake of Beauty and the Beast.
The fight for equal rights didn’t end when the Supreme Court decided in favor of same sex couples seeking marriage equality with their opposite sex coupled neighbors, even if the general public like to believe it is.
Nathan Drake’s final adventure is a worthy send off and a sad reminder we’ll no longer join him on his perilous treks into the past.
Well, here we are again. Another year, another chance to spotlight the best 2016 had to give. While perusing my picks, you'll notice a few things; categories have been changed, moved and redone based on my own personal choices. It's also later than last time as I changed the window for inclusion, and will probably keep this the same from here on out.
I'm disgusted, and not because of something newly minted President Trump has done - though I've already got a nice long list of complaints against him - but because of what some creeps have said about someone who has nothing to do with what The Donald has, is and will do. I'm talking about Barron Trump.
Tomorrow at noon, Donald Trump becomes the forty-fifth president of the United States of America. I'm not all that thrilled but there's nothing anyone can do. When he's sworn in, I'll be busy watching A Series of Unfortunate Events on Netflix as I'll be spending a lot of time over the next four years paying close attention to what he says and does in his new - undeserved - role. Unlike me, there's someone who will be in attendance and for her, it'll be a tougher day than for any of her supporters.
I was tagged by Daniel Sanchez (that’d be @DanOtick on the tweets) to write about fear, specifically my fears. The whole thing was started by Jack McLain (@jackmclain) as a way for YouTubers to take a moment to be themselves. Yes, I know this isn’t a vlog but Dan tagged me knowing I don’t do YouTube yet so here I am, being all open book. Which I already am, I think. I mean, my blog began as a running commentary about my relationship with Scout and all the good, bad and scary things that come with giving yourself to someone. But as I look back on the posts I wrote since then, there hasn’t been as many personal pieces and what better excuse to delve into my own psyche than a tag?
What do you get when you take two men, a teenage boy and a newborn baby? If you’re thinking anything beside a sweet five minute short film about the bond between a child and their parent(s), the internet has ruined you. For those of you who imaged the not-creepy thing, this film’s for you.