Gore, Raunch, Superheroes, Politics, and Things You Cannot Unsee
Exhausted. I hardly slept. Hot today, Our high was 96f, with a heat index of 99F; tomorrow is forecast to be worse.
I spent the morning researching the new chapbook, the one based on Dark Adapted Eyes, gets a whole bunch of stuff in my head so I do not constantly have to stop to do this or that bit of reseach. This is one of those things I need to write both quickly and well. This is how I will spend tomorrow, researching horror films, the horror shosts of the 60s and 70s, the terrible, toxic weirdness of Hollywood in the late '60s and early '70s, lost films, cusred films, and etcetera.
Today was a day off, and all did, really, was play the new GW2 expansion.
What else? Well, last night we finsihed Season Four of The Boys, so that's four 8-episode seasons in about two weeks, a little less. And I do not recommend binging this show. Mother and I are still collating. My reaction is complex. It's gonna take me a while to figure out what I thought of the show. It definitely has value, and it is often not only insightly social and political commentary, but hilarious. But we have left behind the petit Guignol for the full a full-on 21st Century version of Oscar Méténier's Théâtre du Grand-Guignol. We're not merely talking bloody. We're talking endless slaughter in the most...imaginative...and unspeakable ways the creators could devise. I suggested to Kathryn the series ought to be called Things You Can't Unsee (yes, it's that bad), and she agreed. I am not squeamish. You should know that, but Jesus. Gratuitousness achieves new heights here. ANYWAY, yeah...gory. But morever, there is something in The Boys to offend absolutely everyone, so if you're the sort who needs trigger warnings, just cut to the chase and stay away. Under all the exploding body parts and imploding skulls, the surreally biarre, graphic sex and casual torture there's some of the most powerful condemnation of America's divided and extremist 21st Century politics we've yet seen anywhere. True, there is an uneniable leftward slant - thought lots on the right see it exactly the opposite (go figure). If you can make a heros of Homelander and Stormfront, well...that's why you voted for Trump. Anyway, I'm saying more than I meant. The end of S3:E8 is grim. Our worst fears imagined. And I will watch Season Four, when the time comes. But I kinda don't wnat to. Do I suggest you watch this? Not in good conscience. But...I think it is important. Also, Tilda Swinton voices an octopus. Mostly, the end of Season Three was a good ending, and it is, I think, where the series should have comcluded. Then we would not have had to watch the showrunners try to lampoon a "truther" convention. You just cannot make fun of something that inherently absurd.
Please visit the Dreaming Squid shop. Technically, the Rent Sale is still ongoing. Details in my next post.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
1:45 p.m.
I spent the morning researching the new chapbook, the one based on Dark Adapted Eyes, gets a whole bunch of stuff in my head so I do not constantly have to stop to do this or that bit of reseach. This is one of those things I need to write both quickly and well. This is how I will spend tomorrow, researching horror films, the horror shosts of the 60s and 70s, the terrible, toxic weirdness of Hollywood in the late '60s and early '70s, lost films, cusred films, and etcetera.
Today was a day off, and all did, really, was play the new GW2 expansion.
What else? Well, last night we finsihed Season Four of The Boys, so that's four 8-episode seasons in about two weeks, a little less. And I do not recommend binging this show. Mother and I are still collating. My reaction is complex. It's gonna take me a while to figure out what I thought of the show. It definitely has value, and it is often not only insightly social and political commentary, but hilarious. But we have left behind the petit Guignol for the full a full-on 21st Century version of Oscar Méténier's Théâtre du Grand-Guignol. We're not merely talking bloody. We're talking endless slaughter in the most...imaginative...and unspeakable ways the creators could devise. I suggested to Kathryn the series ought to be called Things You Can't Unsee (yes, it's that bad), and she agreed. I am not squeamish. You should know that, but Jesus. Gratuitousness achieves new heights here. ANYWAY, yeah...gory. But morever, there is something in The Boys to offend absolutely everyone, so if you're the sort who needs trigger warnings, just cut to the chase and stay away. Under all the exploding body parts and imploding skulls, the surreally biarre, graphic sex and casual torture there's some of the most powerful condemnation of America's divided and extremist 21st Century politics we've yet seen anywhere. True, there is an uneniable leftward slant - thought lots on the right see it exactly the opposite (go figure). If you can make a heros of Homelander and Stormfront, well...that's why you voted for Trump. Anyway, I'm saying more than I meant. The end of S3:E8 is grim. Our worst fears imagined. And I will watch Season Four, when the time comes. But I kinda don't wnat to. Do I suggest you watch this? Not in good conscience. But...I think it is important. Also, Tilda Swinton voices an octopus. Mostly, the end of Season Three was a good ending, and it is, I think, where the series should have comcluded. Then we would not have had to watch the showrunners try to lampoon a "truther" convention. You just cannot make fun of something that inherently absurd.
Please visit the Dreaming Squid shop. Technically, the Rent Sale is still ongoing. Details in my next post.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
1:45 p.m.