Elegy For Antimony And Petrol

((Draft)

Unfinished soliloquy
interrupted by damaged cacophony
shake in time to the dischord
the growing hordes
cannot discern the odes to freedom
whores and saints ride the median
in to distolian admissions
to ponder
the collapse souls in the moment
of disarmament
disenchantment
disenaging dismorphic abandoned
acolades mistakes fade
in distance rattled clocks broken
draize train padlocked; addled.

is it clue-filled arithmetic changing
 or refractions on a theme in
language becoming gorgeous
panhandled illustrated
undemanding
orchestrated for
the sound of wings flapping
over low mountains.

minded. carbon
unspooled filled
a universe riding unhinged undiminished
knife edges.
as dawn raids
air escapes
pinions swing in the
swim of mechinics
authentic ryhtm
machines , portals of symmetry
eclaipsed by history
erased and brought together
in Antimony's desire.

Tree # 6 / New Topper

Best Xmas Tree 2012

Finally a good tree shot.

Unclouded

on an uncloudy day
nothing will be in our way
nothing will hold us down
the sky and 
the road will stretch out
forever and ever and ever
in hope

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Not There

did I get on the wrong train
one with a mixed up
destination
the place you want to be
keeps changing
while you learn
to forget
madmen dreams
the familiar face dealing with the same
pains running away
with a song or a note
that's never here or there
rock and roll isn't always
there to save you
in the lowest ebb
of static blistering through
the rashness of decisions in
the dark corners
where mad thoughts laughing back
at me.

What kind of wall did
I ever believe in
that would be made
of nothing?

with each bad decision
some part me
I don't remember
is disintegrating

broken sidewalks
where I paused or stopped
never seemed to lead
me somewhere decent
a descent into recent unhappiness
or something dredged up
from the unrecent past
like a wet coat I can't shrug
nothing works, even drugs

I am so tired... so tired. 

Xmas 1972 - 1976

Xmas 2012 / Animals and Icons

Oceanview in Mendocino

and the love of my life...

Mark, What Hath You Wraught?

What a weekend this has been. Friday night Sheldon started throwing up. First came all he had eaten then bile-by Saturday he hadn't eaten or drank anything for a whole day and what was coming up was like no cat yak I had ever seen and smelled terrible. by the evening he was listless, wobbly and cried if I picked him up. Sunday morning he got worse and I took him into AIMMS on 9th avenue for emergency vet service. 2.5 hours of waiting was hell-and while I was there another woman's cat literally died in the carrier in the waiting room. they ran every test, blood work, x-rays, ultrasounds, put him on an IV, gave him fluids, medication and held him overnight. He improved slightly from the fluid but after calls back and forth and another trip back to Arguello Pet Hospital, it was confirmed that indeed there was a blockage, fluid painfully built up in his system behind it and needed surgery to be removed.

Surgery was Monday but they couldn't fit him in at Arguello so he went back to AIMMS. After a year of steady improvement in the behavior dept now he is handed a life threatening blockage? If I could afford my own place this would have never happened-everyone knows what a neat freak I am. A big fuck you to the slob roommate for leaving bags of trash/recycling in his office overflowing with loose candy wrappers for MONTHS instead of simply taking them down to our recycling bins-which the cat of course eventually explored and, due most likely to Pica, he ate. $5,000+7 car trips across town and three sleepless days later my cat has a 4" suture on his shaved belly, a cone around his neck and a drug habit that would make Lohan blush-and can't jump, clean himself or eat without assistance because of the cone. I can't I remove the cone lest he rip his stitches out.

Disturbance At The Kitty House? And I thought I was going to finish that Dead Can Dance article this weekend? I'm wrecked and its only Tuesday! Oh honey the FUN we have together! its a laugh riot! really....I need a drink!

Still Life With Travel Bar

Looking Past Shadows

Red Sails & Amnesia

No Reach For The Search For Reason / Pumpkins For Halloween Season

close these eyes
all the voices have gone
now liquified
poured in the corner
click to restore order
can't hold my breath
much longer with these burnt hands
switch it off
switch it round
absence of reason won't
bring the nightmare
to a close
just a search for
the broken
pieces, backing up
I stepped on
in the darkness
the incessant weaponless floundering
the star and sinner sand castle place full
of monsters and mobsters and drinkers
being missed
sinister regretful
in some brightness
awakened...

Happy Halloween Despite The Actual Horrors

Running Backwards Into Time

blink
flip
white
there it is images again
again
a hundred thousand images
each one the next one
bursting flip books ripped
old gray ships
falling into the ocean
a hundred thousand images flapping
flaming into the silence like shadows draped over stones
into the distance I'm running
like time melting into
the sea

I Knead You!!

The Ghost In You / The Ghost In Me

Jumping Into Old Hollywood Besieged by Inapproprate Memory

in the first six seconds
they were liquid
dream beings within reasons
on an outcropping
stone altars
the sea.

nether-future
wingless, flightless
gifted.
sifting through morning
ever green fields of overlapping
what no man can ever say
the guitar is packed
and the gang plank sings like a singular smile
I've been nefarious
delirious and nearly dead
when I should have been
some kind of saint
I saw burning buildings
and the wax stains from
ash

were you

in the

white space
as dark as the knight
and the invisible
spaces
where shadows
come to light
chandeliers swinging
like police batons ripping through heads
of heroes spilled on cement
marked out on the
maps of the stars
cloth cut from
old stocks of movie
still-reel dreamers
this hollywood is dead
the music plays
in the cemetary loop
you can't help but hear
during someone else's funeral
what will be your legacy
what will strangers hear in memory
what color will the grass be
when the name they
call belongs to
me.

Silence For The Witches / Madness For The Watchers

Something Beautiful To Chase Away The Blues

Unfinished Symphony (Long Live Starspring)

I have always been one of those people that tried my best to get behind ideas and projects people suggested I get involved with, either because I felt like the idea was good or because the thought of working with somebody I enjoyed spending time with sounded like a good idea. However, I am coming to the conclusion that anytime I put a lot of personal energy behind these types of projects, it seems like when the other people involved eventually lose interest I am stuck holding the bag of unfinished work, or it turns out I have done the bulk of the work myself, even though the idea was to work together. Ever have one of those awkward moments when you find out someone who you thought you trusted was giving you lip service, saying they wanted to involve you in something and then finding out they went ahead and just did whatever they wanted to do, chose not to involve you, not to communicate that they were doing so and left it at that? When asked the situation they just sort of passed the fact off as no big deal? Well, I just had one of those realizations.

Yeah, well maybe from now on you can NOT finish projects on your own.

What I am also noticing is that any time I seem to generate ideas on my own, not only do they get finished(even if they take years to develop) but they get done well-and they keep getting better over time. The bigger question I am wondering about it the why. Why have I wanted to get behind other people's ideas but getting them motivated to understand and believe in mine seems exponentially harder? Thank goodness there are a few people who do support my work and ideas-we just don't work together on things. Why can't I work with THOSE people?

Fuck it. Well thought out projects where I am compensated for the work I do, my interest and time is worth putting in and recognized and appreciated, great, fine-bring it. Other stuff where people seem willy-nilly about commitment-please take that shit elsewhere-I'm not interested in helping you explore whether you want to do this or not until you decide you are bored/too stressed out about your life/etc. I have spent too much time and emotional energy trying to be the 'supportive friend' and I see where that has gotten me-a back story that could have been filled with fabulocity is instead filled with half finished projects and unrealized ideas and ambitions because you were too distracted with your own wants and interests. You seem fine when it comes to pursuing things when you want or need them-so do that on your own.

Return / Re-establish

farewell
to a balloon
I guess
we'll get there
some other time
air pressurized skin
pressed down upon
while aching for grand skies
amber sighs
and platinum waves
purple fading into pink
fading into purple stripes fading
into blue fading
into black fading
into you.

Old War Wounds

she crawls in
an old hole
dug before time
was kept from
ourselves and after we
pretended to
start over again
clock strikes twelve
time to destroy ourselves
sails with tears
plugs in our ears
wings flustered folded inwards
sick flags on cold
rememberance days

history disappears
with each moon
and the barren frosts
eve crept in
and created the
inability to learn
from the distant past
washed up, ground up a
and melted into stasis like PAINed glass
for couture tombs unbuilt monuments of unmovement
left to joyless neglect
rudderless non-care forgotten metropolitan gestures
more exactingly broken out with rocks
by junkies pissing in the rain and cutting out..

there is no intro
the staccato doesn't matter
no flock to scatter at daybreak's welcoming
no waiting for the game to end
for your random turn to send
something away
grab something from a rush and hope that it stays
subject to the whims of the unknown
and whimsy of time
but meant to shine anyway
against a thousand sunsets
already set to fade.

All In Good Rhyme

tree moves
reveals an egg
outsourced in the
wilderness hated hollow
set out to pick figs in the garden
but buried instead in written late then
bansished to tragedy and amnsesia battles

with every new sun
a lapsing memory fades dimming
like dirtied glass

pain models in fast cars drifting on the bottom
of the pool overdosed on cocaine
gazing at the children of
powdery moons
too soon

each
fragment of a thing
its singed with connection
cracked actors jumping off rooftops
into media frenzy capitol
morals agape at the multitudes
more drama and photoshoots
to provide proof
she is sexy, dead and
beautifully aloof

Sleeping With The King Of Tome

the distance
if not for life leaking in
somehow becoming tragic
makes time pass slower
the wind blown by
like a firework into
air
falling against a rival sun rising fast
and desire...

babe, would you call me?

the face on the wall
trapped inside the clock
laughing like telescopes
someday promises
deigns to forecast hope folded
smashing doldrums

sometime in November
your pale face
your still embrace
some endless reminder of
what we share
in the
space.

This Is What I Look Like At 40

Delicate Atoms (with rejected structures)

delicate
a string of old lamp lights
across a wire
through which
can be seen other
twinkling city lights
dancing in thick prussian
saturated yellow
tiny fires
draw you into circles
where naked people
dance around
blazes for places
madness and strange faces
reflect time passing
cells exchanging carbons
atoms perpetually recreating
and exploding.

DCD - The Ubiquitous Mr Lovegrove

Depends On The Morning Sun

La Fonda Hotel, Santa Fe, New Mexico

Something Better, Bigger, More Beautiful

for Bob Gutterman, because I love him.

Short Film Idea

Short film Idea

Setting: Small corner store, Brooklyn or Queens New York

A small man takes care of the store all day. Each night he closes up the shop to "Billy Jean" by Michael Jackson on a beat up 45' player. All his months, the spider watches the man close up shop, as he closes, the store, he dances. he moves about the store. The spider sees how the man and herself are alike. How they move with precision, how they make marks on the floor as they move. The man is shown dragging his foot, making a line in the dust on the floor. The spider admires the man-and the man admires the spider for her beautiful web. He lets the spider live. In secret the spider practices the dance moves, the moonwalk, the spins and the points he has seen the man do over and over for as long as he can remember. One night, the spider works up the courage to show the man his moves while he dances in the store. When she crawls out from the wall, shiny glittery glob of dust on her front leg she sees what is an ambulance being loaded up. The door is locked up with chains from the outside and the lights in the store are off. As she watches, the doors of the ambulance are shut, the emergency lights are turned off and they drive off indicating death(learn code for lights). the spider see this, and lowers her head(close up to all eyes with ambulance lights reflected, driving off). Camera shows her obliquely, then shows her picking up a small jackson style black hat. Cue the opening music from Billy Jean being played by the jukebox player, which has been "left on".. .The spider is shown at a distance, crawling over buttons on the jukebox, some of which are on and others are off(ala the MJ video) and spark on or off as she crosses. she gets over the buttons and is superimposed on a street side(Maybe an illustration inside the jukebox?), doing the moves-as a spider would do them, showing close ups of the pads hitting dust motes and kicking them up, like MJ and some fun visual jokes about silk, webs and spiderman. As the song is nearing the end, the camera pans back from the spider dancing alone in the corner, spotlight by a crack in the back of the jukebox and the shop is shown to be otherwise dark and quiet, the songs fades out as the viewer realizes that its really just a spider, sitting alone in this closed up shop-but she is choosing to dance anyway. Maybe there would be some way to communicate something about appreciating the smaller things and their strength in our lives, that we are part of a larger 'thing' and not just in charge because we want to control what we see. that all these worlds are shared, from our reality to the bugs and further on...

Running With My Head On Fire

this inward mortal cinema
what IS it all about?

A Mirror With Your Name On It

before you
chose no
more options
no blue sky
when it was all
closing in
before I
adored you
lacking direction

before doubt
cast your skies down
the walls that we built up
were closing in
dreamt of somewhere
without fear
that you could
go on forever
learn to live in dream
after a lifetime of fear
instead of hoping
one night
when the air was clean
your lungs would stop rising
the sun would never rise
and the stars would burn out

and then something
4 flights moving
flights in the night
forever exchanging a new song
wrting a shield
making a sword
cutting the beak
no prejudice
is reflected
its someone that knows you
someone that sees you
without the filters
without a serpents
tongue or the lies
that they came from
someone to climb to
to the hill in thew evening
and looks at the stars

can't sleep. thinking of you. yeah.

Isidore, They Came To Claim You

there were songs that enveloped you
rose up like a hungover longshoreman
like hallucinations
black and crystal clear
muddled intent with an impassioned sneer
to privatize reason, kick you into season
he brings all the sea serpents
the old jealous gods
and invents
purpose

all these green fields
are full of monsters and feelings
stored deep in old memory
walk down the end of the worn streets
where the ocean is undefined
hides behind strategy
and leading to the untethered ends
it alludes to itself in long black feathery planks
that disappear beneath waves
like saints burned alive
tied to trees
pruned for tools
that despise and kill witches
the obsolete and the sublime and
the sisters that hid the unknowable
behind sheet of plaster and quicklime
the iridescent hills were full of flashing idols
private visions and pervasive transgressions
mountains of chemicals renamed
with a flavor and fear
you were unchallenged by not knowing
no ice shattered into clear gin warmed containers
held by heroes
belted by maps of the
galaxy Van Ellen's bet unvetted
by someone longing to
remember piously
perceptively
before the war.

Age Chloroforms All The Kingdoms

met your mother
during the war
covered in bluebells
covering the foreign reports
what kind of love and lies
we lived through
too many sets of consciousness
have passed by pictures
the last remains
of Irises, radios and Roosevelt
and what we were told
were better days.
now we're pointed towards the exits
told to sell lightning to skeptics
like everyone whose
gets thrown to the sea.

To Dream of Impossible Shipwrecks

staccato and terse
the head is hung up
love goes in reverse
painted door stripped
to be hung out to dry
left out in the rain
left outside the
lighting rays
the days of indoor
boxed wine retirement pain
so full of hooks
can't help but
be hung up
upside down
thrown around and drown
like a ragdoll
abandoned swan song
left for the prose hounds
to sing in fire
looking at
the sky

Maybe Luxury Over Confrontation

in a frozen
frame you
or some version of you
burns the house
down just to handle
some re-framing
I explained
to myself
when we were
young
and some one else
turned up
their nose at your
treasure
stranded
on a dusty shelf
luxury in a remote
paradise
vacation
attenuated to
an anti-matter world

lived inside a shield
we shared
but like all cut flowers
collected and
then dried and
neglected
I suspect
it all went wrong
when time got shorter
energy and entropy
gathered themselves
close to you
and we diminished
like sea shells tossed
over rocks to make dust
that catches light
swirling in
the waves.

That dust becomes
my companion
my words
guts chugged up
like a swarm of bees
just a breeze laid over
with fortune
in days before days
rising up like a birdless sea
constant and winding
and winds howling
screaming
jesus saves.

cut cord language pinned
to the floor seagulls hated
through ages we burn and
carry off holidays
dazzling roses and perfume
that scorches like blood
when you look at it sideways
as all madmen should
when going though
that kind of phase
swallow and swoon
laugh at carriages
draped in diaphanous
fabric that shows
through to the moon
reflected off the sea surface
without explanation
hiding on the
ceilings of caves

Word, Toonces, Word.

Its Toonces The Driving Cat!

Flood The Stream With Fire

but what can rocks tell of the
fall from the tower
of moving across deserts
in a different age
when dense lonely cold hearted
creatures ruled
in the swiftness
with ease
the world is changing
stories rewritten erased
enclosed in haze
with added strangeness
washed before the monkeys
ruled.

Everything New Is Old Now / Everything Now Is Ageless

loving you is easy
give up all the secrets
espinage is abandoned
crackled,
collapsing absurdly
like some old theatre
in good old
Philadelphia.

there are two twin stars
behind your
eyes burning
solar flares
miracles on demand
if you believe
in the soft summer rain
or whatever you've got
can afford to lose
or give up on keeping
after a long day

hang a hook
on your comet's tail
for the ride
and the magic
lift the end of the sky
up like black vail
and
we'll go sailing.

   - for Bob

Blip 4 Bob

beside you
in a space
car
we're still here
together
travel out in
some nebulae
we'll stay together
this car can drive
forever
lots of energy
on a tether
foundations
in space weather.

its housequake tuesday y'all. I can't sleep!

It Wasn't Air Until You Called It Something Different

can't find love
nothing left to ruin
can't even get it
together
on this planet
and they're looking
for life on mars
there are no answers
in the dance hall or the
stars in deep space
will we ever know
our place?

Chased By The Shapes Of Your Fever Keeps On Moving The Sails

just wait
until the room is
spinning
put your arms
into my hands
the carnival is driven
from the rain
and colors
and your name
are all I
I can
think of
as usual,
but perhaps
it comes
as some surprise
in the waning hours
some rhythm
and some
flowers.

2 years coming in the headlights

something just beyond always shimmering,

just inside the well of a dream...

Sound Easily (Hertz Topography)

how easily nostalgia
turns into
rage
one setting
becomes broken
the radio
no longer tunes
in
to anything
lost
in am
noisephonia
hertz topography
silence laden
with some
sound
anyway, immortal
endless it seems
constant instead
like dreams
skipping from
one point
to another
and then
>gone<
        for Heinrich

None So Much As Children Inside The World

we are singing
of joy and pain
at the point
of birth
red letters
blood ladders
she is calling
and crying
mother and father
and nothing but
great pain over
and over we are
all washed through
with unfolding drama
and strain.
with knowledge
lead by a shaman
careful for the fallout
mindless words
famine in the nuclear shelter
lost words and soul
before the drought.

Unfolding Tomorrow Machines

everything goes
 from nothing to nothing
two states of unbeing
with some static in the middle
ground out sourced
made without machinery
without
a sound
we survive
thinking
we came from somewhere
and we love believing
we are all going somewhere
forgiveness never comes
there is no water
left to wash us
in the last hours
when the candle flickers
parades of ticker tape
ending with a
final call.

A Change In The Unwritten Script

clues for archelogist
a story to be told
in the removed
a vacuumed truth
all for saving face
and a bleak reply
with a side
of cold gullibility

a sick street
slick polished avenue
a memory of an old \place
washes over senses
the fragrance of loosened
moorings
slips lost
the long coast and
men that disappear
into transparent sailors
veiled appraritions
painted canvas beauties
now
illusions
broken free with
momentous speed
with soaring primrose-colored wings
that gather us fumbling
eventually
to sleep.

Here first in Color

Shuffle Off

all children
make mistakes
life is hard
place your bets

try to understand
play the game
no end in sight
no matter
how well you
play your hand

no son
or daughter
no sun or moon
laughing inside
the clamber just fading
seagulls and gannets
shoot from awkward
malarkey to dream skies
why can't you leave it all
I don't know.

what sun is unmade
unreal
dreams are
a dime a dozen
and a real steal
how can you win
in this?
I don't know

a game built for losers
dancing with scissors
like this one
Cut it short
or keep singing
is that the danger
bell and an orange glow
wringing its hands
in time slowed
I don't know

Love is like a gate
slammed with force
with both of us
on one side
full of arrogance
the thought of leaving
too strange for words
even an empty evening
imperceptibly concealed
is not wrongly articulated
behind some ancient force field
we all eat with spoons
come clean in
the fabric and an elan
dreamed about with
sympathy
shuffle off to some hidden
corridor
see you in
some other place...

Consume Perpetual Sea

we're down
like deep sea
like flying saucers
landing
underwater
we don't get around
much anywhere
up where they
still breathe the air

we swim
still equally
spread over the surface of
all things wet
we don't care of the sky anymore
we're blue
and down deep inside
we've got a watery fortress
and strange powers
and old books with
no pages staged like
spoken pinter
plays in
witty 1960s London
we'll go
dressed in white
and cordoba black
silver clouds
names changed into nouns
here comes no one
have some flowers
it all goes black
the sea is never slack
death remembers
to go back
everything dry and of
the land goes back
the last whip of the film ending swings
like Townsend's arm in
a perpetual future dream.
sell it all
tickets for the
lost carousel
wooden laughing
horses rising and singing
your name
before the flames
consume.

Face Fading On the Western Ridge

a hundred new feet
without a name
clear but different
not connected
in no books
not the same
turned away
no named
with such strains happy
the man he says
happier than a whisper.

Come On Pilgrim

In the back seat of your car / the view from the books in your school / is blinding

DVD LIST (A-Z) 2012 Update

list of dvds

A Single Man
The Abyss
Adventures of Ichabod Crane/Wind In the Willows
The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert
Alice in Wonderland
Air Force One
Alien
Aliens
Aliens vs Predator
Alien Vs. Predator: Requiem
Alive
Arachnophobia
Army of Darkness
Avatar
Aviator
Backdraft
Back to the Future 1,2 & 3
Batman Returns
Bats
Bauhaus : Gotham
Bedknobs & Broomsticks
Beetlejuice
The Birds
Bladerunner: Director's Cut
Blazing Saddles
Blue Velvet
Boys n The Hood
Brave Little Toaster
Brazil:Box Set
Breakfast Club
The Bridge
John Cale / Fragments For A Rainy Season
Candyman
Casino Royale
Chicken Run
Chip & Dale
Clash of The Titans(2009)
Close Encounter of The Third Kind
Cloverfield
Commando
Anton Corbin Videos
Corpse Bride
Crazies, The
Chris Cunningham Videos
Dark Crystal
Dawn of The Dead
The Day After Tomorrow
Dark Knight, the
Day of The Dead
Daybreakers
Dead Ringers
Dead Snow
Dead Zone
Deep Impact
The Departed
Die Hard
District 9
The Doom Generation
The Doors
Dracula
Dune
Edward II
Edward Scissorhands
Eraserhead
Erasure Videos
Escape From New York
Evil Dead II
Existenz
Fantasia 1,2 & Legacy(boxset)
Fantastic Four:Rise of the silver surfer
Ferris Bueller's Day Off
Finding Nemo
Neil Finn: Seven World Collide
Firestarter
The Fearless Freaks:the flaming lips
Flatliners
Fright Night
From Hell
Fourth Kind, the
Fog
The Fountain
Fugitive, the
Gamer
Gladiator
Goodfellas
Goonies
Gothika
Gremlins
Best Of Phil Hartman(SNL)
Haunting
Harold and Maude
Hellraiser
History of The World Part I(Mel Brooks)
Robin Hitchcock: Gotta Let This Hen Out
Robin Hitchcock Storefront Hitchcock
Robin Hitchcock: Sex, Bugs, Food and Insects
Hollow Man
Hunt For Red October
Inception
Incredibles, the
Independence Day
I, Robot
Indiana Jones (box set)
Indiana Jones and The Kingdom Of The Crystal Skull
Iron Giant
Iron Man
Iron Man 2
Jacob's Ladder
James and The Giant Peach
Jaws
Joy Division: Here Are The Young Men
Jurassic Park (box set)
Jurassic Park: The Lost World
Jurassic Park III
Jurassic Park: Making Of DVD
Kraftwerk: Minimum / Maximum
Kung Fu Panda
Ladyhawk
Labyrinth
Land of the Dead
League of Extraordinary Gentlemen
Lord of The Rings:Fellowship of the Ring
Lord of The Rings:Two Towers
Lord of The Rings:Return Of The King
Lost Boys
Love & Rockets: Haunted Fishtank
Love Is The Devil
Madonna: Videos
Matrix
Matrix Reloaded
Matrix Revelations
Mary Poppins
Meaning of Life
Medicine Man
Michael, George: Ladies and Gentlemen Videos
Milk
Mirrors
Mommy Dearest
Morriseey: Oye Esteban
Morrissey: Who put the M in Manchester
Mysterious Skin
New Jack City
Night of The Comet
Nightmare on Elm Street
Nightmare Before Christmas
Night of the Living Dead
9
Nomi Song
101 Dalmatians
Pandorum
Paris is Burning
Patriot Games
Pi
Pet Shop Boys videos
Pirates of the Caribbean
Pirates of the Caribbean 2
Pirates of the Caribbean 3
Point Break
Poltergeist
Polar Express
Prince of Darkness
Prestige
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The Fog Remade/Reviewed

Generally one remakes a film because they feel there is something missing, something that can be improved on or done better. Sometimes they are updated to make them more relevant to 'today's audience' which is usually code for 'younger/more familiar actors', 'needs more gore' or someone has a career they are trying to promote, depending on the whim of the director. This film has all three, including introducing a needless love story angle which just fizzles based on the way the characters are presented. Instead of a creepy soundtrack, I'm expected to be terrorized by a bunch of pop songs? Hardly menacing in any way and worse, serving to immediately date the film.

The movie is shot well-its not hard to look at and the people you are supposed to sympathize with are all very pretty/sexy. I was thinking with a little money and some newer actors and the available technology/effects they would at least do something daring with the film. Instead it was one endless nu horror cliche after another with CW/television level acting. In addition, the characters were just so unsympathetic. The main character is cheating on the girlfriend with the DJ which is explained away because the girlfriend just "Up and left town for 6 months" without saying where she was. Huh? So essentially, she is missing for half a year? When he happens to pick her up on the main road into town, ala Jamie Lee Curtis' character in the original, they just go on like "hey no big deal, glad you're home! lets have sex!" Her mom acts like some cold cardboard Ice Storm extra, the priest is either totally drunk or totally sober depending on what scene and "Stevie Wayne" the heroine of the original is acted by Blair like some house cat who dialed in what is probably one of the worst performances in the film though not the only one.

While the effects in the original film are simply done and creepy due to looking 'natural' (i.e. its really 'fog' they created in much of the first film) whereas every sequence where the CGI is used feels forced-I'm thinking particularly of the scene with the aunt burning up but the fog itself it too digitized to be creepy). Really the only sequence that was interesting to watch were with the Elizabeth Dane, where the make up seemed good, the effects natural looking and the acting believable. Sadly, I cannot say the same for the rest of the film.

The only person I felt sorry for was the old man with his dogs but his story arc seems unexplainable and meaningless, other than showing cruelty towards him and his dogs. In the original film, this doesn't even matter. Dogs are shown barking, not being left as a steaming corpse on a dock or worse yelping in pain in the darkness. What would the dead even care about the dogs anyway since the plots revenge angle is about the people? You can tell a lot of this was created to please a very specific demographic (I'm thinking people who watch the Buffy,  or those who feel the Final Destination films are rife with pathos) but if you wanted to see a reasonably scary horror film, this isn't the one.

This film has so many plot holes that, rather than the viewer being able to ignore them, the film collapses into them. I am not sure why Carpenter was even involved other than writing and directing the original. This isn't the worst film I have ever seen, but I really felt like it didn't do the main thing a horror film should do which was to scare me or at least keep me entertained and it did neither.

From A Hill Over The River

a hill
from underneath
is invisible
still flowers
growing through
point swaying towards the sun
like any golden ray would
tell it on to lock
the beating polyrhythms
create aural light cascades
as though ridden
farther away
to face winds
blown down crippling corridors
the dark ends of the street
quiet for nothing but
alibis clinging
together like cold
hands rippling
leathery parchments
creased in
the basement
of mercy street

Old Cynicism For the New Year

jagged rays of moon
lay dead and fallen
fallow and callous
in the light
of all seasons
as they go by,
as Persephone sings her song
and is dragged down
along with her seeds
and her frown
to harvest a new
tomorrow.