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My Favorite Little Pimp

Posted in Books, Movies, Raves, Television on July 29, 2011 by Michael Louis Calvillo

Katt Williams first surfaced upon my radar in the Ice Cube penned FRIDAY AFTER NEXT (2002). I had zero expectations for the film. The first movie is an urban classic, the second falls closer to the exact opposite of a classic (and we’ll leave it at that), the third installment steps it up considerablely, destroying round two’s inept brand of so-dumb-it’s-still-dumb-comedy and even nearing the original’s crass sublimity.

(An almost classic)

FRIDAY AFTER NEXT, takes place during the Christmas holiday, features a crack head Santa (who breaks in and takes presents from homes), and excels thanks to a trio of supporting performances that elevate the source material into something pretty Great. It gives the Great Mike Epps room to shine as Day-Day (his earnest dedication to his position as a “Top Flight” strip mall security guard is side splittingly funny), gives the equally Great Terry Crews some scene-stealing prison bitch moments, and gives Katt Williams a Great role as a pint-size clothing store owner who acts like a pimp (John Witherspoon is Great as well, but…well, I could go on and on…).

 
(The man in action)

Williams’ character, Money Mike, thinks he owns the world and isn’t afraid to talk trash while every one around him dismisses his put upon menace due to his stature. Many jokes are made at the expense of his height. But like our friend The Honey Badger – he don’t give a crap. He struts around like a man twice his size and talks in a rapid fire, nasally, southern drawl that gets me laughing before he puts out a complete sentence. The film character is served his (unfair, I say) comeuppance (off screen) courtesy of the muscle bound Crews (SEMI-SPOILER: who Money Mike ends up leading around with a pair of vice grips firmly fastened to bigger man’s junk). No matter, whereas FRIDAY AFTER NEXT’s Money Mike is a cagey little motormouth, Katt Williams the comic rips it up. Mostly.

I’ve watched a number of his stand-up specials, AMERICAN HUSTLE: THE MOVIE (2007), IT’S PIMPIN’ PIMPIN’ (2009), and they’re entertaining, but the stand out of his prolific output is definitely THE PIMP CHRONICLES Pt.1 (2006). From bling (a piece on a Chrysler 300 vs. a Phantom is awesome), to haters, to Michael Jackson (pre-death), Williams is on fire. Lucky me, my wife learned that Williams is playing at a nearby improve, so I’ll get to catch his show live in a few weeks. Here’s to hoping he outdoes himself.

Here’s the first fifteen minutes of THE PIMP CHRONICLES. Get through the Snoop intro and the stand up comedy kicks in…

The WORM Deconstructed (Part II)

Posted in Books on July 25, 2011 by Michael Louis Calvillo

Okay, Loyal Reader, welcome to Part 2 of my series Deconstructing the WORM. Last time (Part I) we talked about ideas and where us writers get them from using my latest novel, DEATH & DESIRE IN THE AGE OF WOMEN, as a case study. Now that we have a solid idea in place (and a reasonable explanation of how we got there), it’s time to move on to writing the sucker.


(Once again, I present, Alex McVey’s stunning cover)

A quick refresher on the ideas behind DEATH & DESIRE: A planet-sized WORM God thing enters our solar system and infects the women of Earth. The parasitic infection brings destruction as women telepathically enact a surprising, covert revolution. When all is said and done, Earth’s male population is decimated – a mere six million men survive the flash, bang, whimper of a war, and are incarcerated in prison camps across the globe. Once the New World Order is firmly in place, I put the focus on a family struggling against the new regime. I’ve got the setting, conflict, and characters swirling and transmorgifying in my imagination. Now I’m ready to write.

So then, how do I get started actually writing? This is the stage that separates career writers from those that think it would be fun to write a book. This is where a natural fire kicks in and consumes every thought that dares to flitter by, or you sit blank faced and stare at the blank page. I’m one of the lucky ones in that with all of my work thus far, I usually build enough information up in my head so that when I sit at my computer I just go at it. There’s no secret formula. My fingers start striking keys and the good ol’ brain spits out information at a crazy pace. I enter a trance like state that fuses the physiological with the physical. Keys clack away. Words fill the screen.


(Please pardon Mr. Hemingway’s French.)

Sometimes my first attempt yields a solid beginning. I’ll go back and edit, and edit, and edit, over the course of writing the novel, but that first raw, chunk of idea sticks. I pretty it up, and fill it out, but the original beginning remains mostly intact. Sometimes the beginning won’t survive. I won’t know it right off, but I’ll move on and keep writing, and then when I go back and reread stuff I might find a particular piece of writing that makes for a better intro. Sometimes the original beginning works better somewhere else in the story.

Here’s my original opening to DEATH & DESIRE IN THE AGE OF WOMEN…

The sun’s first rays punched through the rice paper blinds and assaulted Claudia Mendoza’s eyelids with twin shafts of bright light. She meant to pull the drapes shut before bed – the flimsy rice paper, for all of its exquisite beauty, did jack shit to keep the morning sun at bay. Her thin, pink eyelids didn’t do much better. She scrunched them and tried for a little more sleep, but there was no use in protesting, the alarm was due to go off any minute and she had to get up and get the kids ready for school.

Not too bad. We establish character right off. But, I prefer opening with a BANG! I love lyrical prose and get poetic (minus pretension I hope) when I can. The above opening still opens Unity (chapter one’s title), but I wanted a little more oomph, so I added a zero chapter called Spoil. It goes like this…

She dreamt of the worm. Again. And like always it thrashed through Claudia’s star filled dream-space, waving white and bulbous, ridged with pink, gill-like grooves, staring awful with the thousands upon thousands of tiny, red eyes lining its pale, leathery hide. Each wormy convulsion sent shockwaves of feeling, an explosion of electric sparks that cascaded over her nerve centers, ground her teeth, dilated her pupils, and sizzled her systems.

A bit more visceral, huh? It sets up the WORM right off and hopefully gets the reader interested.

All of this goes on for as long as it needs. I write, then reread, then edit, then move stuff around, and then get back to writing. Ideas shift. New ones supplant old ones. A story about a planet-sized WORM wreaking havoc on the sexes, becomes a story less about the WORM and more about a couple trying to reunite (against all odds). The WORM stuff, while still super important, becomes much more of a backdrop. My writing starts to favor human emotion over sci-fi set-ups. Themes begin to emerge (in this case: familial bonds, accepting change, loss, sorrow, moving on…). Tone starts to take shape (in this case: bleak). Many moving parts begin moving all at once.

The absolute key at this stage is to keep writing. I take a minute to shine stuff up as I go, but I don’t spend an inordinate amount of time on any one section. My goal during this phase of the process is to write and write and write until a workable draft is complete – not a workable beginning, or a strong, workable middle, or a powerful, workable end, but a workable draft of the entire story. I get stuck here and there on a piece of writing  I hate. I beat myself up over it and curse my ability, but if kept going back for fine tuning, I’d never make it to the end, or worse (though nothing’s worse than not finishing) I’d lose my focus. Crucial components like theme would fall apart. I’d make tons more work for myself in the end. I am a firm believer in powering through that first draft at any cost. Finish. Get the narrative right. There’s plenty of time to go back and revise ugly sections once you’re finished with the book.

We all know writing a novel is hard work. You have to have the self discipline that most people can’t muster. You have to have drive, Loyal Reader. Success in this business (or any I guess) is all about being driven. Oh, and you have to love it! If it’s a chore, why bother? I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but writing isn’t for everyone. You have to be in love with words. You have to be of the mind that not much feels better than typing the final words of an 80,000 word manuscript.

When writing the first draft of DEATH & DESIRE IN THE AGE OF WOMEN, I wrote for about two to three hours a day, Monday thru Friday. The moment school ended (in case you didn’t know, I’m a high school English teacher by day), I’d open the file and get right to work (again, you have to love it, you have to be able to teach unruly freshmen for six hours and then still want to get back to the book). Luckily for me, the final bell of the day rings at 2:30pm. I write until about 4:30pm. My classroom is the perfect environment. Sans kids, it’s whisper quiet. I have a nice, ergonomically correct swivel chair. My monitor is bright. The big stack of papers waiting to be graded actually helps (I’d rather write than grade).

The next day, I use my conference hour to edit the previous day’s work. If I can’t use the whole hour due to grading or other administrative type duties, I get what needs to be done and then work for as long as I can. Either way, I make sure to purposely leave off in the middle of something so when 2:30 rolls around it’s easier to dive back in.

By quitting time, I make sure I’ve written at least five single spaced pages (2500 to 3000 words). Sometimes it comes easy and finish early. Woot! Woot! Depending on my mood, I’ll either write and edit some more to stay ahead of the game, or I’ll play around on the Internet, or put my head down and take a nap until Michelle calls and tells me she’s ready to go (in case you didn’t know, my wife is also teacher and we happen to work at the same school – awesome, huh?). If for some reason I don’t finish the five single-spaced pages, I’ll force myself to finish at home (which rarely happens – I try not to work on novel stuff during the evening or on weekends – that’s my family time. I only start working nights and the occasional Saturday or Sunday when in the final stages. At this point my brain refuses to think about anything but plot threads and I’m useless to everyone around me until I’ve finished the damned thing. More on this later…).

The first draft of DEATH & DESIRE took me about five weeks to complete. Let’s see (doing math in my head…ouch), three hours a day, five days a week, for five weeks – that’s about seventy-five hours of work.

During this first draft phase, I mostly do the same thing I did to get started. I just sit down and get to typing. I try to make sure my internal planning is mapped out at least a few chapters ahead so I know what needs to be accomplished in each section (never aimlessly hack away – you’ll waste too much time going nowhere). Here’s where sticky notes get stuck to my computer monitor and scraps of paper begin pilling up on my desk. I start quasi-outlining – nothing too formal. You’ll find that little notes about character motivation, and bullet points listing chronological events, become indispensable.

  
(The first pic makes me smile. The second, a painting by Charles Burton Barber, makes me smile even wider)

Writing that first draft you NEED to keep the momentum going (write, write, write), you NEED a schedule that works for you and that you’re willing to stick to (if you want to be a professional, successful writer there’s no way around it), and you NEED to pull off all the behind the scenes magic that makes for compelling fiction. The notes I keep to move things along also serve to remind me that all action equals consequence and that things (no matter how random or seemingly small) that happen throughout the first half of the novel need to come full circle by the end. Building suspense – deciding what you want to stand out, and what you want to withhold, is a crucial element.

A tidy explanation of ‘suspense’ comes courtesy of my man, Alfred Hitchcock – he say’s, “Let’s suppose that there is a bomb underneath this table between us. Nothing happens, and then all of a sudden, “Boom!” There is an explosion. The public is surprised, but prior to this surprise, it has seen an absolutely ordinary scene, of no special consequence. Now, let us take a suspense situation. The bomb is underneath the table and the public knows it, probably because they have seen the anarchist place it there. The public is aware the bomb is going to explode at one o’clock and there is a clock in the decor. The public can see that it is a quarter to one. In these conditions, the same innocuous conversation becomes fascinating because the public is participating in the scene. The audience is longing to warn the characters on the screen: ‘You shouldn’t be talking about such trivial matters. There is a bomb beneath you and it is about to explode!'” Be sure to keep this in mind when ratcheting up that tension.

Working with a first draft is all about setting up a bunch of jokes waiting for punchlines. That’s where my favorite part of the writing process comes in – revision. We’ll tackle that beast in Part 3.

I hope you found something helpful in my web of words.

See you tomorrow, Loyal Reader.

The WORM Deconstructed (Part I)

Posted in Books on July 21, 2011 by Michael Louis Calvillo

Thus begins my first post on breaking down DEATH & DESIRE IN THE AGE OF WOMEN from inception to market. Today, I’m going to focus on ideas, dreams, and how the vile WORM came into being. Okay then, let’s rock…


(Alex McVey’s beautiful cover)

People are always (always, always, always) asking me where I get my ideas. Once they find out I’m a fully fledged author (with published books and everything), it’s the first thing out of their mouths. Sometimes I’ll stammer and shrug my shoulders, sometimes I’ll make crap up (my favorite), and sometimes I’ll give it the old college try, surprising myself with the B.S. that comes out. It’s never an easy question to answer (which is why so many of us writerly folk get sick of trying to answer it). Regardless of the difficulty, Loyal Reader, I’m gonna try to set things straight right here, right now.


(Where ideas come from)

So then, when I start in on a book my subconscious brain goes to work, and my fingers begin hammering away, and by the time I’ve got a story going I’m not always sure where it came from. There’s a weird sort of magic going on at the goopy juncture where thought, imagination, and nervous response join forces to power things along. When I’m in the groove, the story writes itself and…well…things are almost too easy. When blocked? Well, lets just say there’s a reason many writers are alcoholic messes. A block does quite a number on your psyche. It takes you apart from the inside out. Fortunately, I’m a pretty, patient person. I allow stoppages to work themselves out and do other things until the floodgates blow open and my fingers get back to dancing.


(Sometimes writer’s block can be fun!)

In the case of DEATH & DESIRE IN THE AGE OF WOMEN, everything went super smooth. I churned out a first draft in about five weeks time and then spent another week or two editing. All in all, I’d say it took about seven weeks to finish (not bad for 80,000 words / 300 pages). There were no blocks or hiccups or stubborn ideas, just fruitful, day-to-day typing and very little backtracking. The first draft came out clean – the complete story intact and ready for a final coat of paint.

But where do you get your ideas?

Yes, yes, I know. Okay, in this instance I can actually give you something solid. Well, sort of… The initial idea came from my wife. She is a voracious, vivid dreamer. Me? Not so much. I have dreams from time to time. Sometimes I remember them, sometimes I don’t, but I never, ever remember them with the clarity and detail that my wife does.

One fine morning she woke up and told me about a crazy dream where females ruled the world. There were many, many more details and even a nifty, action story about how she was trying to resist or escape or something, but like all dreams and things whispered between lovers in the early hours of the day, the fine little details have since been lost to constant thought and (constant) brain drain. Still, what struck me most about her story weren’t those little details, but how a world ran by females was scary even to a female. Males are such egocentric goofs that a world ran by men (literally – I know this is generally the case, but I mean a future world where men rule and imprison / subjugate female kind literally) wouldn’t frighten us. We would be happy to be on the winning side. Michelle dreamed about a world ran by women, but it didn’t empower her, it scared the hell out of her.


(Not quite as grand as the WORM, but it’ll do.)

And that’s that. That’s the pure seedling that got the ball rolling. I took Michelle’s basic premise and then began inventing my own details to drive a story. I came up with the WORM, because worms are such awesome, gross creatures.

Before I go on, I don’t want to get too spoiler heavy, so if you haven’t read the book, don’t worry, I’ll give a little, but hold back on the twists and turns. You’re safe with me, Loyal Reader.

Well then, in any case, I figured if women were going to take over the world and imprison mankind, a giant, planet-sized worm – a white worm even, laden with pinkish eye-orb-things and swooping, sharp segments – would have to float into the far end of our solar system and begin enacting telepathic control over Earth’s females (why females and not males? I’m not sure. Perhaps it’s a reproductive thing. Fiction is cool like that). This psychic connection between women and the WORM manifests itself physically via the synching of women’s menstrual cycles on a global level. As the WORM floats closer and closer to Earth’s orbit, its hold on its female army grows and grows. Many plans are planned in secret, telepathically from WORM to woman to woman, but not every single woman is in the covert loop. A small percentage have a weaker bond (why? Genetics? Will? Again, fiction is a beautiful thing) and once the Master Plan is initiated and men are destroyed / confined, the women left out need to be assimilated into the New World Order. The book’s heroine, Claudia Mendoza, is one such woman. She misses her nuclear family and abhors the sudden, militant coup.

There’s a bit of how things got started. I thank my Michelle in the book’s dedication for her lovely dreams, and now you know why.

I’ll contine this discussion in a couple of days, filling in more details about the story and where key ideas came from. I’ll also be getting into the nuts and bolts of writing (outlines and schedules and the like), style, and talk about things like how killing kids (should you do it?) might be a deal breaker.

Obsessive Compulsive Complacence

Posted in Books, Music, Raves on July 20, 2011 by Michael Louis Calvillo

My lovely family of three (Michelle, Deja, and I) hit the library today for the first time in a good while. Ever since wedding my beautiful girlie, it’s been somewhat of a staple. We love to read. The library is free. When we started out we had zero cashflow, so it made perfect sense to wile away the hours amongst the racks. Once we finished school and got jobs and things stabilized, we kept the library habit. We don’t go weekly like we used to, but our city library (well, the city next to our city) is one of the good ones and this afternoon’s visit was a fruitful one.


(Told you my city library was cool. No lightsabers today though)

Anyway, today’s haul pulled in about 12 CDs (the library isn’t solely about books you know). I picked up:
BJORK – Volta

MY MORNING JACKET – Evil Urges
THE WHITE STRIPES – Icky Thump
DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE – Narrow Stairs
PORTISHEAD – Third
GREASE – Motion Picture Soundtrack
VAMPIRE WEEKEND – Vampire Weekend
DEPECHE MODE – Sounds of the Universe
ARCADE FIRE – Neon Bible
CHUCK BERRY – The Definitive Collection
VAMPIRE WEEKEND – Contra
ETTA JAMES – Life, Love & The Blues

Wow! (That’s a lot of links! No worries, I do it all for you, Loyal Reader).


(The coolest of the 12 CD covers goes to…DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE’s Narrow Stairs)

Speaking of music, I’ve undertaken a massive project this summer – organizing my iTunes library! With over 8,000 songs, a good half of them downloaded via various file sharing programs (I do not recommend this – too many viruses), my info tags were a mess! No longer. After days and days of obsessive-compulsive data entry, my library is in awesome shape. Name, Artist, Album, and Genre are all accounted for. Every little thing is uniform and perfectly labeled. I even spent $8 on a program (iArtwork) that finds and imports all of the missing album covers that iTunes can’t seem to track down. My Cover Flow is looking sexy as hell! Woot! Woot!

Tomorrow I’m going to sync my iPad, iPod, and then upload my library into my XBOX 360 Slim (with 250GB at my disposal, I can afford to give over 40GB to music). My home theatre set-up is about to be bumpin’, y’all!


(Not my actual cover flow – I have BECK, but no BIGSTAR)

What else? A DANCE WITH DRAGONS is moving along nicely (200 pages in). BIG BROTHER is waiting for us on our DVR (a blog on this dastardly obsession will be coming soon…). I’m working through ENSLAVED on the 360. All of these entertaining diversions are making summer fly by. Which reminds me…work starts soon. This seemingly limitless free time is about to become severely limited. And oh crap, I’ve got three short stories (two are already written and waiting for edits, one needs to be started from scratch) and a novel (more edits) to submit to various (patiently waiting) editors.

Still, my blog persists…

’til tomorrow, Loyal Reader (where I promise something a little more focused).

Check out DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE’s I Will Possess Your Heart, my fave of the new music (thus far…)

The Worm Lives!

Posted in Books, News on July 19, 2011 by Michael Louis Calvillo

The slime-encrusted beast is finally loose!

Eight copies of my latest (greatest?) novel, DEATH & DESIRE IN THE AGE OF WOMEN, have slithered their way home. Thanks to Bloodletting Books for doing such a bang-up job. Have you seen those endpapers? The gorgeous cover art? If you’ve got yours (thank you very much for the support) – you know what I’m talking about. If not, good luck. I’ve warned you and warned you and warned you…

This particular edition (no plans for any others as of yet) is limited to only 150 copies. You can try to order one from the Horror-Mall, but once they’re gone you’ll have to take your chances on e-bay or search the web and weather the collector’s market. Limited editions of this quality go up in value pretty quickly.

I want to spend a little time on the origin of the book, maybe share an excerpt and then break it down and detail its production, but today is all about pictures! Feast your eyes…


(The WORM unleashed!)


(Love that killer Alex McVey cover.)


(Eight contributor’s copies)


(Those beautiful endpapers – the picture doesn’t do them justice)

Stay tuned for an in-depth discussion detailing DEATH & DESIRE’s maturation from dreamy seedling to limited edition hardcover. In the meantime, I’m going to salivate over my contributor’s copies and bask in the glory of the worm!

Geek Love

Posted in Books, General, News, Raves on July 16, 2011 by Michael Louis Calvillo

First off, continuing yesterday’s discussion, the final Harry Potter film, THE DEATHLY HALLOWS (Part Two), does exactly what it needs to do. I think the preceding film is a bit better, but things wrap up nicely (nice being the operative word here). That is all. Though I’ll defend HP from those too cool to give the little guy a break, I’m by no means a super-fan or anything like that. The series is done and all is well (my kid has been following them since the age of six, and now, at sixteen, this particular entry feels more like a milestone than a been-there, done-that fantasy).

Okay, the Potter-verse behind me, the real purpose of today’s blog is my shiny, sexy, new, black XBOX 360 slim. Yep, Loyal Reader, I finally freed my old school box from my home theater set up and traded on up. Gamestop (those greedy pigs) gave me a $110 bucks in trade, so I shelled out just shy of $200 for the new system, but hot damn! I’ve got 250gb (over the old box’s pathetic 20 gigs). I can also plug the new console in via an HDMI cable as opposed to the old system’s component only outputs. It’s also quieter and smaller and matches my hulking (by comparison), shiny, black PS3. Other than that it’s the same old thing, but I’m geeking out nonetheless.

What else? Oh, DEATH & DESIRE IN THE AGE OF WOMEN, my Bloodletting Books release, has been showing up on doorstops and in mailboxes across this great nation, but I’ve still yet to get my contributor’s copies. Eight of them have been shipped my way, except mail service ’round here seems slower than elsewhere. Ugh! Frustrating! I was hoping to snap a few pictures and post them up, and I will, but it looks like it’ll have to wait until Monday (providing the mail delivers the goods).

For those of you that have received your copy (copies for you big spenders), I can’t thank you enough for the support. I pour my heart and soul into these things and that you’d take the time to read them means the world. Be sure to let me know what you think about DEATH & DESIRE and stay tuned for updates on upcoming works (7BRAINS and BIRDBOX should both be dropping by late summer – deadlines don’t always pan out, but according to my publishers that’s the current plan).

 
Speaking of video games, check out my man, Dave Chappelle playing some GTA

The Muggles & Me Getting Medieval at Hogwart’s!

Posted in Books, Movies, Raves on July 15, 2011 by Michael Louis Calvillo

Harry Potter is pure magic. I don’t care what any y’all haters be saying about little Harry. Shoot! I love that four-eyed geek. He is always super sincere, and he has that cool, lightning bolt, forehead scar, and an even cooler striped scarf. It’s like a pure, courageous, 10 year-old John Lennon got scooped up from the early 50’s and dropped in the Durselys’ residence (the foster family that torment Harry in the wizards’ off season). Now tell me, what’s not great about that?

There’s also wizards, witches, dragons, worlocks, giants, elves, house elves (Dobby will break your heart), pure evil, black magic, all manner of slavering beasts, Dementors, Death Eaters, and lots of English kids in peril. If you don’t have little ones or haven’t seen the seven (Seven! Going on eight!!!) films for whatever reason, I say you ignore the PG Rating and give yourself over. Getting started is a little rough, a little saccharine, but the movies really mature from feature to feature. The second one, THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS, is a bit kiddie film cookie-cutter. Next up, Alfonso Curan’s THE PRISONER OF ASKABAN, is actually a way cool surprise. Just when I thought the series would follow part II into the unremarkable void, round III turns out pretty damn incredible. Colored a bit Burton-esque in its textures (everybody’s skin is kind of a pallid, pale greenish-silver-gray), it features some exceptional time travel sequences that twist the plot up nicely and there’s also scary werewolves and Gary Oldman as wizened, fugitive worlock Sirius Black (cool name, right?).

Episodes four and five, THE GOBLET OF FIRE and THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX, are okay. They have some nice sequences (dragons and ghosts and Quidditch liven things up), but things aren’t surreal and artsy interesting like in Curan’s part III, nor are they as tightly wound as the future films. They meander some, yet can’t be skipped if you plan on tackling the series because they add to the complexity of the everly complex plot. I gotta give HP credit where credit is due. The narrative isn’t easy stuff. There is a brainy streak that keeps the movies smart, guaranteeing their classic status. Mark my words, Loyal Reader, these films, as a whole, especially with part VI and VII (part one thus far) (along with the books) will be revered.

So then, parts VI, THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE, and VII, THE DEATHLY HOLLOWS (Part One), really ratchet things up. They’re grittier and feel a bit more like action movies (with characters who have deep roots and more at stake as the players we have actually grown to care about). But wait, no, that’s not quite it. I’m not much into action films. They bore the crap out of me. The later HP movies are different. They have momentum. They feel urgent. And don’t get me wrong, where Curan’s entry may be more arty, he definitely dances to the beat of his own drum, the last two films have a level of artistry that give them their own style. Director David Yates does his thing. He’s crafted a visual style that suits the series. It’s solid, fantasy fimmaking.


(Another reason to check out POTTER – Carter’s deranged Bellatrix Lestrange…she’s a real mean one)

Well then, tonight, it all ends. Tonight, my Loyal Reader, Harry and I walk into the abyss. I hope things wrap up nicely. I’m guessing Harry dies, because the only way for Voldemort to die is for Harry to die, but then, since this is still kiddie fare, the young wizard will come back somehow and every body will live happily ever after (which is okay with me, though I think the series would be awesome, and much more emotionally resonant if they let Harry go out as a martyr).

While waiting for my definitive review, why not learn how to Dobby? Everybody’s doing it!

Burn Hollywood! Burn!

Posted in Books, Movies, News, Raves on July 14, 2011 by Michael Louis Calvillo

Since I was very small (or should I say, ‘Since I was very young,’ seeing as how I stand a whopping 5’6″) I wanted to be a filmmaker. I spent my youth reading movie magazines and daydreaming about writing, directing, editing, and marketing films. Like with the book thing, I fantasized about genre work. No dramas, or comedies, or documentaries here, only crazy horror and dark fantasy and the occassional sci-fi freakout. I took these dreams as far as college. I spent a year enrolled in Cal State Northridge’s RTVF (Radio, Television, & Film) program, made a few shorts, did a little, uncomfortable networking, and then promptly changed my major to Creative Writing and got the hell out of Dodge.

Why?

Well, for the first time I got a whiff of reality. While watching movies rules, making movies freaking sucks.

Films are collaborative efforts. They cost a crap load of money to make. And most of the people involved in the industry are Royal Douche Bags. The thing is, I like to work alone – I need to work alone (save for working with another writer – I can handle that from time to time) – I don’t do well with dumbass directors and producers and investors who know nothing about what I am trying to do, who don’t really understand my blood-soaked vision, trying to stick their fat, greasy fingers where they don’t belong. Also, I was broke and developing film was damn expensive (I suppose the digital explosion had made things a little easier in this regard). And lastly, I don’t like working with Royal Douche Bags – they’re full of rank air and suck the joy right out of the art. Writing – novels – not abbreviated screenplays – helps me get my Art on, and the complete, creative control feeds the ego and keeps me sane (not to mention it’s free – all I have to do is fire up the computer and start hacking away).


(But not I. Get back to work lazy kitty kat!!!)

Still, movies rock, I’m a cinema addict, and I keep dreaming about crafting a feature done right, and I can’t help but to hope (yet I watch my filmmaking buddies go crazy and think, no thanks). Maybe one day I’ll have the opportunity to do something Auteur style, an MLC joint from beginning to end. In the meantime, though the majority of my career aspirations are spent writing creepy novels (and the like), I still write the occasional screenplay and have done a bit of work with up-and-coming filmmaker, Robert W. Filion.

I met Mr. Filion at Fangoria’s Weekend of Horrors a couple of years back and we’ve forged a nice working relationship. His zombie short, SEE THE DEAD , was playing the festival. I checked it out and was impressed. He read my book, AS FATE WOULD HAVE IT, liked it, and then asked me if I would be interested in working together. Though I was still leery of film and didn’t really want to get involved, I figured what the hell, I want to write for a living and the only way to make enough money to support a family is to just do it. If you throw enough stuff against the wall, something is bound to stick, right? I told Robert I’d be happy to team up. We laid out a few plans and got to work. Since then (about two years ago), we’ve made a few nice short films (my screenwriting, Robert’s production, direction, editing, money, everything else).


(Don’t forget – It’s all about that source material!)

The first short we put together was based upon my story, Chekov’s Children (from my collection, Stoker finalist BLOOD & GRISTLE). I wrote the story back in college during an exercise where we were to emulate a classic author’s style. I modeled my piece after Anton Chekhov. What struck me about Anton’s work was how he mastered capturing a small moment, loading it up with all kinds of subtext and undertone and metaphoric detail, then he’d let the vignette play out until it came to an abrupt end that gave zero resolution but filled the reader’s head with possibility. He let you fill in the ending, often forcing you not to just imagine what came next in the current action, but what happened to his characters’ throughout the rest of their lives. Good stuff. My story came out pretty cool. Whereas Anton was a true master, I was more than happy to accept a young padwan-in-training role and do what I could with my growing powers. There’s some subtlety, some metaphoric detail, but it’s mostly overt, college-kid, A-for-effort type craft. Not bad, worthy of publication and a few kicks, but hot damn, subtlety is tough, man. It’s a skill I still work at every day. I nailed it back then in a raw fashion. And though I still work at it, Loyal Reader, my powers have grown exponentially since then (pick up some of my new work and prepare to have your mind blown – subtlely of course). (Isn’t subtle and it’s brother subtlety, a pair of great words? The way they flow? What they mean? God, I loves me some language). Anyway here’s Filion’s short film. I think he did an excellent job (the actress playing “Ivana” is pitch perfect). Enjoy. Comment. Praise. Kill. Get your Ebert on…

The following video rocks, but be sure to go out and read the source (via BLOOD & GRISTLE).

Don’t Bother Me…I’m Reading / Rocking Out Bare Chested!

Posted in Books, Raves on July 12, 2011 by Michael Louis Calvillo

Damn! This every day thing is already tough. I have a few posts planned (interesting subjects and whatnot) for the next couple of weeks, but every day? Every day? YES, EVERY DAY! (Don’t worry, Loyal Reader, I won’t give up).

So then, what’s on the agenda for today?

Well, I just picked up the new George RR Martin (see yesterday’s post on A DANCE WITH DRAGONS) and I really, really want to get back to reading it (which will happen the second I’m done here). Anyway, mere moments before diving in to DRAGONS (20 pages down, 980 to go), I took down the final pages of SLASH (2007), the rocker’s self-titled, tell-all autobiography. Co-written with music journalist, Anthony Bozza, the top-hatted shredder bares all and divulges the grimy details of his sordid life. Heroin addiction? Check. Infidelity? Check. Blantant disregard for responsibility? Check. Rampant idiocy? Check.

Though I’d like to think of myself as a bit of a high brow snob (I prefer literature, I swear it!), I have to admit that I’m a helpless sucker for TMZ style dish and juicy, gutter gossip. I know it’s wrong, but I simply can’t help it. I need the dirt! I’ve actually wasted lots and lots of time reading rock’n’roll tell-alls – THE DIRT (Motley Crue), TOMMYLAND (Motley Crue / scandal through drummer Tommy Lee’s eyes), SCAR TISSUE (Kiedis of The Red Hot Chili Peppers), HAMMER OF THE GODS (Led Zepplin) – and I’ve loved every puke-stained, threesome laden page.

Slash’s SLASH is no different from its hard-partying brethren. It delivers all of the ruined hotel rooms, jilted groupies, and hopeless smack stories that you’d expect from the lead guitarist of one of the biggest rock bands ever to conquer the world. Swimming in a sea of YES, Slash takes full advantage of fame and does everything one might expect of a man who only wears a shirt when he absolutely must. The book jumps from one herpes addled tale to the next, but it gets a little deeper into geeky musicianship than most of the other rock biographies out there and as a garage guitarist, I appreciated the detail. Slash, despite his addictions and his typical, arrested development issues, is a gearhead at heart and he spends a good deal of time talking shop. Since I like reading about guitars and amps and recording studio setups, I relished the occasional tech break. If that kind of thing puts you into a comatose state, don’t worry, Slash doesn’t lay it on too thick, but it’s nice to learn how he got a particular sound or how a song came together.

The book also gets into the interpersonal dynamics of band life (pre-GUNS, GUNS, and VELVET REVOLVER) and clearly chronicles the rise and fall of GUNS ‘N’ ROSES. If you ever wondered why the biggest rock band in the world broke up at the height of their fame or what the hell Axl Rose’s problem is, Slash doesn’t pull any punches. He doesn’t talk too much mess or try to slag his former singer, he tries to keep things diplomatic, but he explains his side of the story and sets the record straight. We also get the origin of his top hat, his love for snakes, and all the relationship drama you can handle. All in all, cool stuff. Oh, and as a writer I am totally jealous of Mr. Bozza. How fun would it be to hang with a rock star and help them write a book?

Here’s the man himself ripping it up…

White Hot Anticipation!!!

Posted in Books, Raves on July 11, 2011 by Michael Louis Calvillo

Oh man, oh man, oh man! I read A GAME OF THRONES then A CLASH OF KINGS then A STORM OF SWORDS, back-to-back-to-back about seven years ago after a buddy of mine turned me on to it (Thanks, Devin, where ever you may be). The books were 4000+ pages of pure bliss – gritty, edgy, unpredictable, wild. I loved them. Hands down my favorite fantasy series of all time.

Becoming one of the devoted, I could not wait, but then I had no choice but to wait (something like two years) for the arrival of book 4, A FEAST OF CROWS – which was still every bit as awesome as its blood soaked brothers, but it lacked the same whip-crackle momentum of its predecessors (the great Mr. Martin went off on some mighty lengthy tangents and filled in bits and pieces of his huge world with interesting color, but then, he strayed from the hurtling cannonball of a narrative and a number of key characters didn’t even appear in the book – ugh!!! – frustrating for sure!).

It’s now been about SIX YEARS(!!!!!!) since A FEAST FOR CROWS. The HBO deal helped ease the wait a little. I’d follow George’s blog (not a blog) and revel in tidbits of information, who’s playing who, budget details, when the show was set to air, but then I’d spend most of my RR Martin Search Time growling at the computer screen and wondering when the hell the next book was going to surface. Well, Loyal Reader, at long last, it’s here!

Hell yeah!!!

If you haven’t had the chance to read any of Martin’s A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE series, you owe it to yourself to go out and pick up the first four (now five) volumes. Take your time, cherish them, and maybe by the time you make it through all 6000+ pages Mr. Martin will be ready with volume 6 (though I wouldn’t count on it – the man takes forever to complete these things and get them to press).

Oh, and in case you were wondering what a devoted reader of the books thinks of the HBO show – I dig it. They changed very little (a few things here and there), but all in all HBO is doing a great job. You can’t top the books for their sheer badassness, but the series is pretty cool. Here’s one reason why…