Monday, 23 September 2013

Dexter Died A Death

(This started out as just a comment on a colleague's review of the final episode of Dexter. That's why there's references to Zoe. Further details at bottom)
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Remember the monsters?

Well, yes we do actually, and what a fine array of deliciously dark and distorted devils we were served up across the eight seasons. So surely the last ever episode would be a glorious canvas of carnage, subtly scattered with such poignancy that grown men would weep, women would cry “Noooooooo!” and wave their fists at the gathering storm clouds (providing they were wearing SPF 70) and children would…
Well, to be honest, children would probably have made a better season finale. It was wholly disappointing, to use a bland phrase that's still more imaginative than the writers obviously felt when they put this shambles together, and I actually really enjoyed the rest of the series. (I can't remember if that makes me a cretin or a traitor?)

Yes, the poor handling of the obvious sunshine and resulting pin sharp shadows in what was supposed to be a storm, was so lazily amateurish that even Hammer rolled their eyes. Besides which, it was an insult to the viewers and cast & crew who have done such a brilliant job with the franchise in the past.

Talking of an insult to the cast, or at least to Jennifer Carpenter, I'm right with you on Debs' death too, Zoe. She was so explosive, reckless and abrasive, from her first episode onwards, that she definitely should have been spared going out with not even a whimper, let alone a bang! She may as well have died of the vapours - at least that way she could have over-dramatised it and made up for the lack of drama elsewhere.

And finally ... or is it? Seriously? That tired old plot(ting to make more cash if the opportunity presents itself) device reared its ugly (bearded) head and that last little bit of me that was invested enough in the show and the characters to buck the trend and enjoy this last series, died inside me. But on the upside, it died with more vigour and venom that was afforded to Debra Morgan, so I'm still ahead of the game in that respect.

If you're going to end a franchise like Dexter, don't just let it quietly choke to death on its own inadequacy; take it gently by the hand, lead it into the opening scene of its final episode and then viciously thrust it into the fast lane and cackle maniacally at its bloody demise.

Zoe - if you've felt through the entire series as I felt through the entire last episode, then the ever growing contempt you've spat at it week by week makes so much sense now. As I said earlier, I have preferred it had they Bobby Ewing'd it than given it the clammy, limp-fish handshake goodbye that it got. It felt as if I’d sat down to watch the Dexter I’d grown to love and found that he suddenly sparkled in sunlight and sighed a lot! Though at least in that case, it would have gone some way to explaining that shit storm.

For shame, Dexter showrunners ... you definitely shuffled listlessly across the finish line to piss on our chips!

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In case you wondered...

Who's this Zoe you're talking to? and Why is this only a partial review?

It's Zoe Butler, a fellow writer at The Cult Den, and one half of the creative team behind the OCD Girl comic strip. She's has been reviewing the final season of Dexter, episode by episode, for The Cult Den and she wasn't overly keen, to say the least. I've actually enjoyed it, so we haven't spoken about it really, but last night after I watched the final episode, I went looking to see if Zoe was still online because I knew she would understand my utter disgust at what I'd just watched. Unfortunately, she wasn't around so I had to discuss the finer points of how to properly make a "final ever episode" of something which has run for 8 seasons, with my gerbil, Oswyn. If I'm honest, it was a bit of a one-sided conversation ... but she did make some good points ;-)
Besides, I knew Zoe would put up her review this morning and I was looking forward to it. I finally got around to reading it earlier this evening and when I had, I started to leave a comment on the article. But unusually for me, it ended up going on a bit longer than intended, so that when I posted the comment, it looked like a mini-review and I was fairly sure that's not proper fellow writer etiquette, so I decided to post it on here instead.

Please click the link to read Zoe's review, Dexter - The Finale Fiasco,

(The Cult Den has now closed so the links may not work anymore)

Monday, 16 September 2013

From the archive - THAT music review!

For a long time, I've mentioned a certain album review I did once, which was accepted and went to print, and as I searched my intricate filing system on a back up drive, I finally found it, so I thought I'd share it. Turns out the phrase I used wasn't "yoghurt and marmite" after all!

(published in Powerplay magazine)



THE MANES
"How The World Came To An End"
Genre: Experimental
Candlelight Records

I have to admit this album wasn’t really my thing, being a bit too alternative for my tastes, but I persevered with it.
The Manes have definitely moved well away from their metal roots and “How The World Came To An End” is a dark mix of electronic experimental rock (I think) which frankly spends a bit too much time staring down it’s own navel. In their attempt to stay away from stereotypes and labels I think they’ve just ended up floundering on the edge of several genre that gel about as well as rice pudding and marmite!

It’s definitely aptly titled as if the music doesn’t give you a picture of how the world could come to an end it sure as hell makes you wish it would hurry up and do it. I found it took a step too far down the experimental road and was simply discordant and disjointed.

There was a redeeming track on there “I Watch Your Fall” which had a very Peter Gabriel feel to it and even gave me hope for the rest of the album, but sadly it didn’t deliver.

If you like your music “out there” then give it a go, but personally I’d rather hurl myself enthusiastically into the world of Pop Idol than go through it just one more time.

4 (power points) ALLI PRICE

Thursday, 15 August 2013

Wibbly Wobbly Timey Wimey!

Just testing out a countdown clock (or several!)

Wednesday, 12 June 2013

"The Dinner Guest" funding campaign giveaways

**ALL THREE GIEVAWAYS NOW ENDED**
WINNERS ARE AS FOLLOWS:
GIVEAWAY ONE (TWITTER): RYAN .C @TrashFilmGuru
GIVEAWAY TWO (FUNDING): To Be Announced
GIVEAWAY THREE (FACEBOOK): SABRINA COX
Congratulations to the winners and thanks for participating.
Alli - TDG No1 Fan 


THREE GIVEAWAYS TO HELP NIGHT WALKER CINEMA FILM FUNDING CAMPAIGN FOR "THE DINNER GUEST"


I've been posting a lot on Facebook and Twitter about the Night Walker Cinema film funding campaign on Indiegogo for "The Dinner Guest", which I fell for as soon as I saw the teaser trailer on the campaign page. Contributions start from $1 (approx 64p) and perks start at $5 (approx £3.21) and every dollar really does count, and is appreciated by the awesome guys at Night Walker Cinema.

I've even sold some of my precious signed, limited edition books from my collection on ebay; five which have finished and three which are still running for a couple of days. They are as follows:
"Orangefield" by Al Sarrantonio (click on title to go to auction)
"Dark Dreamers" by Gwinn & Wiater (click on title to go to auction)
"Darkness, Darkness - Forever Twilight Book One" by Peter Crowther (click on title to go to auction)
They are all Cemetery Dance Publications signed limited editions.
All profits from the auctions will go to the campaign and should buyers want it, I will thank them in a comment left on the campaign page.


So, what's this post for? Well, as the campaign has just FOUR DAYS left to reach its very reasonable goal of $6000 and they are just over half way, I'm running three giveaways to try and help boost contributions  and the reach of the campaign.


GIVEAWAY ONE: A copy of "The Lovecraft Necronomicon Primer" for simply sharing the link on Twitter.  The more times you tweet, the more chance you have of winning. At midnight (UK time) on Thursday June 13th I will check the #TDGNo1FanGiveaway, put one entry per tweet into a hat and draw the winner.  This is open to everyone - I will ship the book worldwide.



TO ENTER: Follow @NightWalkerCnma and @digitallli (click links) and TWEET the following text:

I want to help make it happen for @NightWalkerCnma film "The Dinner Guest". CONTRIBUTE/RT/SHARE http://igg.me/at/NWC/x/3446086 #TDGNo1FanGiveaway

Book kindly donated by The Cult Den You can also find them on Facebook and Twitter

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GIVEAWAY TWO: A first edition of "Stephen King Country" by George Beahm which I bought from Betts Bookstore in Bangor, Maine (just round the corner from where Stephen King lives) in 2002 when I made a roadtrip there from NYC. Again, this is open to everyone - I will ship the book worldwide.



TO ENTER: Anyone who contributes ANY amount (starting from $1) to "The Dinner Guest" funding campaign between now and midnight (UK time) on Thursday 13th June, will be entered into the draw to win the book. You will be entered once for every dollar contributed (so if you buy the $5 perk, you will be entered 5 times etc. And yes I will sit and write every entry even if there are 100s or 1000s!). At midnight on June 13th (UK time) I will go to the campaign page, make the relevant entries into a hat and draw the winner at random.

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GIVEAWAY THREE: A copy of "The Lovecraft Necronomicon Primer" for simply sharing the photo with links on Facebook.  The more times you share, the more chance you have of winning. At midnight (UK time) on Thursday June 13th I will check the shares, put one entry per share into a hat and draw the winner.  This is open to everyone - I will ship the book worldwide.



TO ENTER: LIKE the Night Walker Cinema and The Cult Den Facebook pages and SHARE THE PHOTO - it's as easy as that!

Book kindly donated by The Cult Den - You can also find them on Twitter

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So - three great giveaways, easy to enter. Get contributing, tweeting and sharing!



Wednesday, 29 May 2013

YOU CAME...

This is a piece of artwork done for me (1 of 2 written in 1995/1996) by the brilliant Dave Hitchcock, author and artist of Springheeled Jack comics amongst many other fantastic things!

I basically gave him a bunch of my poems written over the years and said "I'd love you to illustrate one or two or all of these if anything comes to you when you read them please." 
The results are, I'm sure you'll agree, STUNNINGLY BEAUTIFUL, and I should have posted them in here when I first set up the blog.  From my point of view, as writer of the poems, he nailed the "pictures in my head" I had when writing them so perfectly.
I'll always be so very grateful for these two gorgeous pieces of artwork.  Sadly the originals were stolen from me a few years after they were drawn, but thankfully I still had these digital copies, but such small files *kicks self*

Please take the time to check out his work as he is not only fantastically talented but a really cool guy too! Dave Hitchcock - Black Boar Press
I will post the poem it's for at a later date, but it's a vampire poem called:


You Came...



Illustration © Dave Hitchcock (2004)


ANGELS AND DEMONS

This is a piece of artwork done for me (1 of 2 written in 1995/1996) by the brilliant Dave Hitchcock, author and artist of Springheeled Jack comics amongst many other fantastic things!

I basically gave him a bunch of my poems and said "I'd love you to illustrate one or two or all of these if anything comes to you when you read them please." 
The results are, I'm sure you'll agree, STUNNINGLY BEAUTIFUL, and I should have posted them in here when I first set up the blog.  From my point of view, as writer of the poems, he nailed the "pictures in my head" I had when writing them so perfectly.
I'll always be so very grateful for these two gorgeous pieces of artwork.  Sadly the originals were stolen from me a few years after they were drawn, but thankfully I still had these digital copies, but such small files *kicks self*

Please take the time to check out his work as he is not only fantastically talented but a really cool guy too! Dave Hitchcock - Black Boar Press

I will post the poem it's for at a later date but it's called: 


Angels And Demons


Illustration © Dave Hitchcock (2004)


COLD INSIDE



“Cold Inside”
 (formerly known as "In From The Cold")


Not-A-Musical Horror Parody (ish) Flash Fiction.

Written By,
Alli Price

(written 29th May 2013 4am)


Inspired by following Twitter Exchanges :

 



The room was bathed in a cold white light, throwing the decapitated corpse laying in front of the looming silver fridge into stark relief.  The blood had pooled beneath it and there was little chance anyone would actually move it to clean it up any time soon, which was a shame as whoever did so would be reunited with 2 frozen chips, 3 peas, the magnetic letter “F” and the shrivelled corpses of several spiders.  There was a smear in the blood as if the door had been opened since the decapitation, but it was closed now.

Danica walked into the room and slipped in the blood, smacking her head on the corner of the fridge.

“Ow! Shit! How the hell did the fridge get over here?”

She froze as two realisations hit her head on, narrowly missing her growing headache.  Firstly, that wasn’t her fridge. For a start, her fridge was white and for another thing her fridge had never managed to look so self-satisfied.  Secondly, there was a decapitated body laying in front of it.  Her feet pedalled uselessly in the slippery pool of blood as she tried to get herself away from it. Finally getting purchase, she scooted backwards only to smack the back of her head on another fridge.  She whipped her head round, sending shards of pain through her brain, and saw her familiar white fridge.  But something wasn’t right.  Surely it couldn’t be the fridge that was quietly humming “Ice, Ice baby”? That was new.  So new that she completely forgot the rising urge to scream.

She looked at the body again and wondered who on earth it was, why they had been in her kitchen, and more importantly, who had lopped their head off?

The sinister humming got a little louder.  She had to be imagining it.  She moved over to the body on her hands and knees, and as she got closer to the unfamiliar silver monstrosity she noticed the magnetic letters on the door, neatly arranged to read:

”TAPE AT SPEED, SOUND BOY”.

Sound boy?  Was that… Chris laying there, missing his head?!  And was he actually missing it that much?

The message made Danica think he must have been killed by a rabid DoP who had read his Twitter conversations.  She had to admit, if that was true she could see the point, though the reaction was a little extreme. The editing room can fix so much.  And what use was a sound guy with no ears? And no head to put them on for that matter.

She turned back to her own fridge only to find it wasn’t there.

“I’m going crazy. That’s what it is.  Oh hang on, it can’t be… I did that YEARS ago.”

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of a car being revved to death in her driveway.

“Oh great. Weird, singing appliances, a headless corpse and now my car’s being stolen! Well, not tonight it’s not!” she thought, and ran outside to protect her pool signage.

She reached the door just in time to see her car being driven by… her fridge, goddamit!  The angry singing fridge crunched straight over Alli, bursting her head and spreading her brains over the Jaws signage.  Danica could tell from there that Alli was no more.

“Such a shame.  Now she’ll never get to see “The Dinner Guest” and she was really looking forward to it too.  Probably the No1 Fan really” she said to herself as she picked up Alli’s towel and swimming costume, absently using them to wipe the gobs of grey tissue from her precious sign.

As she turned to go back to the carnage that was her kitchen, she saw the silver fridge in the doorway with its door wide open.  There on the shelf was Chris’s head with the boom mic in the surprisingly clean cut where it had been separated from his body.
It was quickly becoming clear her house had been invaded by homicidal sentient fridges that couldn’t sing.  This time she was really in trouble.  But instead of heading in her direction, she watched in disbelief as the fridge slammed its door and lumbered awkwardly to the jeep parked on the street. Her eyes widened as it seemed to levitate itself over the roll bar and into the driving seat.  The engine spluttered into life and the speakers blared out “Thin Ice”.  The fridge went up in her estimation a little, despite its weirdness and horrific actions. After all, anything that listened to Pink Floyd couldn’t be ALL bad.  The fridge threw her a mighty death stare and the jeep roared off after her own fridge in her stolen car.


”Two angry singing fridges in a car chase.  That’s a new one on me.  Hmmm.  I wonder if the guys at Night Walker Cinema could make a movie out of this?  I could totally play myself!”

Excited by the thought, she ran back inside to write turn it into a movie pitch.  Chris’s corpse could wait. This had CULT CLASSIC written all over it!

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