Rawk Dawgs!

Posted in General, Music, News, Raves on October 18, 2011 by Michael Louis Calvillo

Call us modern-day primitives, but every so often Costco dinners are in order. A gut-busting Polish sausage dog or two pieces of heavy, greasy pizza? Which is the lesser of two evils? You’re damned if you do, damned if you don’t.

And if that doesn’t do you in, they make a great fruit and ice cream thing. And if the time is right, you can wash everything down with a little sample buffet. It’s kind of like dining tapas style.


(Worth the burn)

So then, Loyal Reader, what tops a Costco dinner night? How about a Costco dinner night coupled with a visit to Gamestop for some trading?!

Very cool, huh?

I’ve got my sights set on ROCKSMITH, a new guitar game that uses a real guitar (any guitar with  1/4 inch jack – I’ve got three of them) and turns the whole button mashing colored jewels thing into something much cooler. You actually play notes and chords via a tablature like system that replaces falling jewels with fret numbers for the proper finger placement.

When you learn a song on ROCKSMITH, you learn that song for real.

I love playing guitar and I love getting into the garage for a jam session (Halloween will rock!), but I can never remember songs to play. If I pick five, maybe six songs off the game, and then spend the next two weeks trying to master them I should be good to go come my Halloween jam.

Thus begins a noble experiment. I will see if this ROCKSMITH does all it claims to and then I will report back with the results.


(Rawk!)

It’s eighty bucks – a little more than the standard 59.99. The game comes with a special guitar cord that fits a guitar on one end and the game console’s USB interface on the other. I’ve got some trade-ins gathering dust (I had to stop playing RAGE before I even gave it a fair shake – it got me motion sick!) so it’s out with the old and in with the new.

Excited!

Here’s the skinny, minny…

Bad Bad Movies

Posted in Movies, Rants, Raves on October 17, 2011 by Michael Louis Calvillo

Like most genre-lovers, I dig bad, bad movies.

Not just bad movies – bad by itself doesn’t cut it – I’m talking bad, bad movies. I’m talking movies sooo bad that they somehow lap themselves and end up turning out pretty good. I’m talking about movies with a subversive undercurrent, movies that are bold enough to flaunt their badness. These movies know they are bad and generally don’t give a damn.

When it comes to devoting 90 minutes, I tend to prefer them.

 


(Sometimes, bombing can be a good thing)

If somebody were to ask me if I’d rather watch Rutger Hauer in HOBO WITH A SHOTGUN, or, something populist and well-reviewed, say the new Brad Pitt film, MONEYBALL (which is supposed to be excellent), I’m going with HOBO. Let’s see, THE HELP or THE HUMAN CENTIPEDE 2: FULL SEQUENCE? Centipede, please.

My all-time favorite bad, bad movie is hand’s down, Jackie Kong’s BLOOD DINER (I’ve  written several critical pieces on the film – the definitive article being an extensive essay published in Darkscribe’s gargantuan horror / slasher film anthology, BUTCHER KNIVES & BODY COUNTS). It’s a gleefully nutball blast of eighties gore. If you haven’t seen it, make it one of your goals. You might not enjoy it as much as I did as a deviant teen – most of these movies only work at a certain time and place in your life – but love it or leave it, it’ll definitely leave an impression.


(Simply the best!)

The same can be said for David Gordon Green’s sword & sorcery, stoner comedy, YOUR HIGHNESS.

Sort of.

It’s nowhere near as awesome as BLOOD DINER (it’s not even in the same oddball ballpark), but it surely qualifies as bad, bad, and in terms of leaving a lasting legacy, it will probably live on as an interesting genre oddity. Or maybe not. Maybe a cult will develop ala commercially failed Adam Sandler comedies (GRANDMA’S BOY, BUCKY LARSON) or maybe the movie will die away and just fade into bad, bad movie obscurity. It might go down as a bad, bad, bad movie (that third bad? It’s not a good thing).

It’s not a bad, bad movie in the traditional accidental sense. The filmmakers here are competent (I actually think they are more than competent – I think they are pretty exceptional – their resumes are loaded with great films). They set out to make a quirky comedy and have succeeded. Bad, bad isn’t really fair here, but with these guys and their low-brow predilections, I think they might appreciate the bad, bad distinction.

As far as bad, bad goes, low budget, indie horror, by its excessive nature, is more likely to produce the occasional twisted, little gem. Big-budget sword & sorcery epics rarely aim low. They usually shoot for the stars, then fail miserably, then disappear from the collective consciousness. Case closed. Other than Jackson’s LORD OF THE RINGS series, and Boorman’s artsy (commercial bomb) EXCALIBUR, I can’t think of too many other successful cornerstones. When sword & sorcery films go down, they go down hard (I’m looking at you CONAN 3D).


(Bad, bad good)

Repeated viewings generally don’t help, they just make the costumes look goofier and the sets all the more ridiculous. The action gets repetitive. Though medieval and purposefully dated, things look old. Man, as much as I love the genre in theory (I’m a sucker for fantasy novels), it’s a hard-sell. It’s tough to pull these things off (HBO’s GAME OF THRONES is up to the challenge).

With YOUR HIGHNESS, the creators of EASTBOUND & DOWN (David Gordon Green, Danny McBrideBen Best), and their extreme, screwed-up sensibilities, thought it would be a funny idea to marry a sword & sorcery questing adventure with their profane, warped world-view.

Hmmm?

A sword & sorcery stoner comedy?

Okay.

I don’t know who green-lit this sucker (or why – the idea is usually to make money), but I’m glad they did. Bad, bad movies just got themselves another worthy piece of pop culture trash to add to the inexhaustible canon of sleaze and cheese.

I’m not in the mood to write-up a detailed review, besides, the less you know about this or that, the more likely you are to enjoy the movie, but I’ll give you a little to whet the appetite…

Danny McBride plays a slightly toned down version of Kenny Powers (if you know nothing about Kenny Powers get yourself to Google stat!). His Thadeous isn’t as deeply offensive as the coked-out, baseball has-been, but he comes pretty darn close. He’s still selfish, foul-mouthed, and rude. He still thinks the world owes him EVERYTHING. He still complains and talks loads of mess. He still thinks he’s God’s gift. And it still works (for me at least – as for the rest of the world? The film was universally reviled).

I love McBride’s prideful, a-hole / coward character. He was great in THE FOOT FIST WAY and legendary on EASTBOUND & DOWN (and especially effective in OBSERVE & REPORT where Seth Rogen did an excellent McBride impersonation playing a part clearly written for McBride). He keeps me smiling with his mullet and his obscenely cocky sense of self-entitlement.


(Kenny F—— Powers!)

James Franco mugs it up big time, playing his role (Thadeous’s golden boy brother, Fabious) completely straight, holding his luxuriant locks high, smiling a big hero’s smile, dashing and righteous as a Prince Charming styled champion. Franco chews the scenery with melodramatic relish, having way too much fun, channeling his soap opera chops to help him ham things up. He overacts perfectly.


(Keepin’ it real)

The movie itself follows Franco’s lead. It’s a ridiculous mess, but it plays all of the Dungeons & Dragons stuff on the nose. It’s not a wink-wink nod-nod satire – McBride’s character maybe, his mega-jerk is ridiculous in any context – but the rest of the movie takes its dumbass plot seriously (in which the boys must quest to save a virgin from a deranged warlock). Mixing wizards, and spells, and a fierce Minotaur (whose penis is the source of much hilarity), and ancient prophecies, it’s actually a serviceable fantasy.

Okay, let’s not get too carried away here – the splattery (the goofy gore effects are great) adventure never really amounts to much more than a series of scatological jokes (Green and company continually milk any plot points involving sex or genitalia), but I laughed, and smirked, and laughed, and guffawed, and laughed some more. I had fun (which is a whole lot more than I can say about most movies out there).

And that’s all that really matters. Bad, bad movies entertain first and work as art second (yes, Loyal Reader, even stoner comedies can be classified as art). YOUR HIGHNESS may not stir the soul (or come anywhere close to the soul), but that’s cool, that not its thing.

Sometimes, I’d rather just turn everything OFF and let a movie of this ilk settle over my brain, filling in sucking pockets of gray matter with the absurd, gassing me into submission, not unlike the pungent, illicit fog that surely deserves a screenwriting credit amongst its human conduits.

Here’s the so-so trailer…

Old School!

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

This is how we used to do it!


(A few MS Word txt. files and this sucker hit capacity!)

Oh, and BTW, this post is the 101st thread in 101 days! Yes, it’s a paltry post if there ever was one, but, well…did you hear me? 101 BLOGS in 101 DAYS! And most of them are 1000+ words! Sweet!

See you tomorrow, Loyal Reader!

Critiquing The Critics

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

I love getting reviews of my work. No matter what you hear, no matter the humility, no matter the idiot ego, working writers DIG reading what other writers (yes, critics are writers by trade too!) have to say about their chops. They can wave a dismissive hand all they want and pretend not to care, but they’re not fooling anyone. They care. Trust me, they really, really care.

And when they get a bad review (it’s happened to me approximately two times), it hurts.

 


(You suck! Ha! Ha! Ha!)

Oh, we’ve got thick skins and we slink along seemingly unphased and try to act like it doesn’t matter, but we don’t write these books to have them slagged. We want you to like us. That’s why we write what we write. We hope it works and entertains (and changes the world or whatever).

When a negative review rolls in, I pick apart my work and wonder what it is about a particular piece that a particular reviewer can’t seem to stomach. It eats me a little.

But then, I cheer myself and think that if I have to wonder, and the critic in question hasn’t laid out any firm, concrete problems, I can breathe a little easier. That I can’t understand a critic that can’t understand me, isn’t necessarily a bad thing. It just reaffirms that we aren’t right for each other. C’est la vie.

It’s the articulate critics that do me in. Clarity stings.

 


(So true.)

Lucky for me, one of the best writers in the on-line critic game, Adam Groves of FRIGHT.com, seems to enjoy my work. He’s said some awfully nice things about my first two novels (I WILL RISE, AS FATE WOULD HAVE IT). Same for my collection (BLOOD & GRISTLE) and a goofy, little novella I published with Delirium earlier this year (BLEED FOR YOU).

The guy isn’t made of praise. He dings what he believe needs to be dinged. I’ve been fortunate enough to garner mostly glowing critiques, and I love reading how awesome I am at this, or how effective I am at that (and, yes, I even appreciate reading about my work’s shortcomings), but mostly, I enjoy Mr. Groves’ reviews because the man can write his butt off.

He is uber-articulate. And he attacks works with an intelligent, literary gusto missing from most online review sites.

Browse his reviews – you’ll actually get smarter (I promise).

Start with his latest – a review of my sold-out Bloodletting release, DEATH & DESIRE IN THE AGE OF WOMEN.

Lola’d!!! ARGH!!!

Posted in General, News, Rants on October 14, 2011 by Michael Louis Calvillo

We’ve just been Lola’d! Here I am watching some Kitchen Nightmares, just chillin’. Michelle brought me a big old burrito from this greasy spoon place called SS Burger Basket. It’s a five dollar burrito. I ate half and Michelle was going to eat the other half, but Lola struck before she had the chance.

We left the burrito on the table, out of doggie range. That fat slapper jumped up there and got it! She ate that five dollar burrito in two bites!

This beagle has absolutely no manners!

Beware the Evil Beagle!


(Devil Dog!)

She enjoyed the burrito immensely. ;-/

Scream Writer

Posted in General, Movies on October 13, 2011 by Michael Louis Calvillo

My work is done.

Not.

I ALWAYS have new work nibbling at the base of my brain.

I’ll start another project tomorrow (I gotta write a new novel), but at this very moment I am done with my screenwriting duties on the now-in-production ATHENA (like us on Facebook, please).


(An interesting still from ATHENA)

My first produced screenplay.

Sweet.

I’ve done a couple of shorts. Three by the same director, my homie, Robert W. Filion. He does good work and gets better and better with each new short he puts out. The three I wrote – CHEKHOV’S CHILDREN, DUMMY (no link), and THE PROMISE JAR are pretty cool little films.

But ATHENA? ATHENA is something special. It started as a short, thirty-minute film about one guy’s inability to get over his wife’s death and finds help from a brain-infesting little parasite. It was quirky, and kind of gross, and fun. Robert has been wanting to do a feature for sometime. He wants to get that career going (he’s got skills) so he figures the time is now. I’m with it. Let’s get our art out there. Let’s be heard.

Books are excellent. I love reading and writing them, and I love that the books I write are actually being read. Hundreds have taken the plunge, but my vision wants to haunt thousands, and hundreds of thousands, and more.

A feature has that potential.


(Magic, Loyal Reader, pure magic)

I knocked out two more segments in the ATHENA universe and wove them together with the original short. It jumps around and plays with time ala PULP FICTION. As much as the writer in me wanted to put in title cards with clever titles, breaking the film into chapters, and giving it a literary feel, boxing in sequences, I held off and kept it all visual.

When we transition between segments we simply fade, or wipe, or whatever, and then we let the story-line dictate time and place. It’s exciting.

I’ve also been thinking a lot about sound. I like musical cues – mini-refrains that can be used throughout the film to tie scenes to other scenes. Audio poetry. I love it. I love motifs.

Still, I gotta shut up. All of that stuff is Robert’s job. The writer has to let it go and hope the pages translate to the screen. I think this one is going to work. I think people are gonna dig it. It has a mass appeal to its horrific set pieces. There’s lots of blood, and limbs, and gore, but the in-between talking is funny and sometimes…insightful. Sometimes little nuggets of wisdom just spill out.

That’s the best part about screenwriting. Things have to move faster than in a novel and little sound bytes of poetry manage to creep their way in. If Robert’s actors can pull it off just right, this thing can take us places.

I hope you come along for the ride.

Action, Loyal Reader, action!

Man’s Best Friend?

Posted in General, News on October 12, 2011 by Michael Louis Calvillo

We own a beagle. She’s a beautiful dog. Most beagles are. They have that classic hound look – droopy eyes, fat paws, short, barrel like bodies. They can melt you with a well-timed gaze.

But, as nice as they are to look at, they are stubborn, selfish beasts. I love my dog and I’d like to think she loves me back, but beagles are soulless manipulators. All they want, all the time, is FOOD. They’ll do stupid dog tricks for food, but only for food. They could care less about pleasing their human owners.

The dog even went so far as to eat my kid’s dinner (though to be fair, my kid left her food on her bed at beagle eye / jumping level)

Now, a Labrador Retriever or a good Terrier (there are tons of types of terriers!)? They thrive on keeping their humans happy. They will do sweet, cuddly, kind things to assure our affection. They reciprocate something like love. They want you to like them and this (mostly, but not always) even transcends food.

Eager to please…Sweetly disposed..Content just to lay by your feet and follow you around… You good dog owners know what I’m talking about. You probably take it for granted sometimes (go pet your dog and appreciate the little sucker).

But when you have a beagle?

Ugh.

This may not apply to ALL beagles. It is possible there is a loving, human-pleasing beagle somewhere, but we’ve owned two, and spent some time at beagle rescues observing their behaviors, and, well, they all seem pretty similar to me.

Our last beagle, the super-cute Oliver is way awesome in retrospect (he died getting stuck in a gate in 100 degree+ summer heat while trying to squeeze his fat butt through iron rods to get at a Koi pond – ;-( he didn’t deserve to go out like that). He put himself to bed around 9pm every night, waddling off to his crate. If the crate’s door was closed, he’d use his paws like hands and open it right up to let himself in.

He was sweet too. He didn’t have a mean bone in his squatty, little body.

But, now that he’s gone to doggie heaven (lots of humping and eating I’d imagine), it’s easy to forget how BAD he was!

Escaping, digging, knocking plates of food from the dining room table and then wolfing down as much food as he could before we could scold him. Oliver, God rest his soul, was far from angelic.

So it goes with our latest headache – Lola. Say it with me. Low-la. It’s fun. I make it more fun and call her, Low-low. She’s gangsta. She’s about five years old and she’s mellowed some, but she’s still a pain the butt.

Escape? Check.

Digging? Check.

Sleeping on couches she is forbidden to jump on? Check.

Laying on said couch like a fat turd, staring defiantly while chastising her to “Get down!” Check.

 
(Nefarious! Devious! Unassumingly…difficult!)

But, then, as much as she infuriates me, she makes the cutest little grunts and groans, and when she pants and her tongue hangs just so and her brown eyes squint ever so slightly, she looks like she is smiling at you. She looks too happy to not think, now, that is one cute dog.

Don’t be fooled, Loyal Reader. It’s pure survival. Hound dogs, an obnoxious breed if you’re not into hunting small game, have been bred with purpose. That they’re cute is mother nature’s way of sparing them. A dog that irksome has to be cute or their line would die off. Folks wouldn’t put up with their crap.

Since we’ve given away one dog, Furio, (a Lab / Chow mix, and a real people-pleaser named after Furio the enforcer from Italy from The Sopranos, is currently brightening up a 12 year old’s world – our friend Jenna took him for her son, Tai), and our WONDERFUL cat, Pericles, passed on, Lola has actually been happier. She needs to be the only dog or she gets too jealous and acts out.

Acting out usually involves cleaning something up.

My wife and I swear we are never getting another pet. They’re messy. They smell. They add more responsibilities to an already hectic life. You gotta worry about them. You gotta love a creature that might not love you back. You gotta love, unconditionally, an animal that given the chance, and starving would probably eat your face right off.

Ugh (again).

Still. Let’s take some odds, Loyal Reader – though betting against me would be stupid, because I assure you, no matter how we protest, we will end up with another pet. I know my wife too well. When she says, “We are never getting another pet ever, ever again!” what she means is, “We are never getting another pet ever, ever again, right now.”

Which is fine by me. I may agree and add, “Never, ever, ever!” but what I really mean is, “Never, ever, ever, until the right little beast gives me the right look, and the price is right, and my girl holds me tight and coos adorably until we’re pulling out hair out, teaching a creature the difference between defecating on grass as opposed to soft carpet or clean floor tiles.”

Whatever happens, it’s all about quality of life. The thing inside of me that turns my back on English Bulldog puppies (apart from balking at the $1000+ price tag) is just sense being sensible. When we jump again, we gotta make sure we can give the pet 100% of our time, effort, and love. Their lives are short and it’s our job to make it as awesome as possible. Nothing’s worse than a lazy pet owner (guilty, but working on it).

Philosophically picking it apart, pet ownership can be pretty deep stuff.

Okay, time to stop thinking. Unplugging in 3…2…1.

Woof! Woof!

Poor dog! Don’t worry – you’ll get your revenge. One day, you’ll eat your owner’s face off!

Trying To Sneak One By, Eh?

Posted in Books, General, Movies, Raves on October 11, 2011 by Michael Louis Calvillo

No. Of course not. I am one blog post behind schedule so I have to do this quick post to catch up.

My brother is visiting so I should get off the computer and hang out.

Here is a quick link back to an earlier blog that melted my heart into a pool of pure jelly. Presenting (again)…Sofia!!!

My wife and I went to see the cancer comedy 50/50Seth Rogen is super enjoyable as the cool, best friend. He’s the funniest dude alive. The lead, the kid from 3rd Rock From The Sun (Joseph Gordon-Levitt), is good. I could relate to a lot of the stuff what with my own cancer experiences. The movie does a good job of conveying what it’s like. They don’t over do it or get too sentimental. Recommended!

So go see a movie with a loved one – whatever you’re doing, it’ll improve your mood.

Okay, go watch my niece’s video one more time. Listen to the way she enunciates and try not to smile your face in half.


(I’m glad I never shaved my head. Despite some gnarly treatment, my hair actually hung in there. It’s getting thicker and fuller as we speak, enhancing my devilishly good looks!)

Best Promotional Blog Ever!

Posted in Books, General, News on October 11, 2011 by Michael Louis Calvillo

This just might make me rich, Loyal Reader…

Watch awesomeness. I’ll wait for you…

Now how can you possibly say ‘No’ to that? There is absolutely no way. And that disturbing brain. How can you resist? You know what you gotta do…

7 Brains
(Click me!)

7 BRAINS
by: Michael Louis Calvillo
Chapbook, 60 pages
ISBN: 978-1-926611-14-3

Thriller / Filler

Posted in General, Rants, Raves on October 9, 2011 by Michael Louis Calvillo

This year’s Universal Studios Hollywood’s Halloween Horror Nights was a smashing success. The mazes were heart-stopping fun and the vibe was foggy-freaky. Everything worked out perfectly for us (but not necessarily for the bigwigs at Universal).

You see, the economy sucks, and lucky for those shelling out, the crowds were way tolerable. Though we upgraded to a front-of-the-line pass, had we braved it with the general admission drones, things wouldn’t have been as bad as they had been in the past (where we waited almost two hours to board the backlot tram!).

Still, even though the park’s streets and alleyways weren’t crazy congested, some of the more popular lines posted wait times in excess of 80 minutes! Without the upgrade, we’d probably get through two mazes, and another attraction or two. With the pass, there was absolutely NO waiting for anything. We walked right on up. It was pretty sweet. When we do it again next year, we’re definitely doing it with front-of-the-line passes. It’s totally worth it.

(Up close and personal with a groovy ghoulie)

Here are the best and worst things about the event.

1. Rob Zombie’s House of 1000 Corpses in 3D was the best terror maze by a mile. The 3D effects worked out nicely with the day-glo, neon, go-go splatter of Zombie’s signature look. The movie is an underrated gem (IMHO) and the maze does a great job of pulling the best parts of the movie together, whisking nervous walkers along on a swift jaunt to hell and back.

You begin by venturing through Captain Spaulding’s Murder Ride, then end up in the Firefly’s demented residence, then you wrap things up with a descent into the bowels of the earth to tackle Dr. Satan’s sadistic lair.

The effects were top-notch and the actors scared the bejesus out of me. It was fantastic. If you go, it’s a must-see.


(Though his head is humongous, Rob Zombie’s vision goes hand-in-hand with haunted mazes)

2. La Llorona is a creepy Mexican fable about a woman who drowns her young son and daughter so she can be with a man who doesn’t want anything to do with her kids. When the man finds out what she has done, he rejects the woman. She kills herself in the very lake where she dispatched her kids. Together, the three spirits roam, and moan, and do a whole lot of ghostly crying.

The maze was aptly atmospheric. Catholic imagery, eternal wailing, and a bunch of dead kid dummies got the blood pumping. The screaming Llorona got things jumping.

If you go, be sure to pin this one at number 2, right behind Zombie.

3. The studio tour tram was converted into a SCREAM 4 themed snoozefest. Monitors ran video footage of Stab 8, the new movie-within-a-movie from those “clever” Scream writers. The idea is that YOU and your tram-mates are extras in Stab 8 and fodder for ghostface’s sure knife. It’s a nifty idea (they did the same thing with Jigsaw last year).

Unfortunately, everything feels half-baked. The experience is disjointed at best. Creative doesn’t follow through, even dropping the kinda cool, live action role-playing (we were sort of LARPing) midway throught the ride in favor of a series of commercials about upcoming Universal horror movies.

The tram doesn’t go through any of the cool tram stuff either. No King Kong, no Jaws, no spinning ice tunnel. They simply drive you down to the Psycho House, let you out, and then make you hike through some pretty gnarly, dirt-trailed terrain. With so many feet trudging along, dust rises to mix with the piped in fog and things get almost unbearable. It’s sort of…miserable.

At the end of the tiring trek, you pass the Psycho House (unceremoniously) and then descend into a left over WAR OF THE WORLDS set – the gruesomely impressive aftermath of a plane crash. Effects wise things aren’t too shabby, but a lame ZOMBIEZ ON A PLANE theme cheapens the thrills, sucking the creepy right out of the plane crash scene.

At this point you reboard the tram and ride back with another round of commercials.

And that’s that.

Not too cool.

What’s scarier? Being run down by club wielding maniacs or being exploited as test-marketing cattle (though to be fair, I’ll probably see every movie they advertised).


(Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!)

4. Oh, how I hate power tripping freaks.

Universal hires hundreds of actors to roam the park and scare patrons. Some of them have the right attitude. They scare folks in good fun. They do their freaky thing, then run away, (probably) giggling beneath layers of latex.

But then, some of these seasonal actors are real douchebags. There’s a mean-spirited vibe to their antics. They seem to enjoy making others uncomfortable. It becomes less fun and a bit weird.

My wife doesn’t help. She spent a good part of the evening supposing that Universal may have accidentally hired a wacko ready to freak out and start stabbing people with a real knife.

Which is totally possible when you think about it…

Anyway, the worst of these sadists, chainsaw wielding skull-heads – their chainless chainsaws harmless – are obnoxiously loud and extremely unnerving. The bastards use the impotent saws to torment patrons and drive hysterical, screaming women to their knees. They tend to really work it and push things as far as they can.

I suspect, that had this been some sort of no-holds-barred bloodsport, a few of these guys would have gladly took up a real saw and embraced the violence…


(Running on crutches brings out the beast in me!)

Here’s a good litmus test for cruelty: while most of the freaks are instructed to feign brutality, swinging fake scythes, and machetes, and clubs, pulling away at the last possible second, some of them take things too far and go for the low blow (in my case, they targeted my legs the moment they noticed that I was hobbling around on crutches).

One dude even followed me for a while, mocking my unsteady gait, basically gimping it up and making fun of the way I walk (I feel self-conscious enough already – I don’t need some zombie lackey rubbing my handicap in).

A note to upper management: please encourage horrific savagery, it drives the event, but please insist upon respect. This may seem oxymoronic, but this is a business. Employees should never offend guests no matter their specific, scare-all directives. There’s a fine line here. Being intelligent enough to make the simple distinction should be one of the job’s primary prerequisites. Meatheads need not apply.


(The only way to fly)

5. The live-action, musical show, Bill & Ted’s Halloween Adventure, is, as Roger Ebert said about THE HUMAN CENTIPEDE 2, “An affront upon human decency.”

This is not an exaggeration. I’m sure Ebert was exaggerating for effect. I am not.

I steal his words and repeat them back with supreme sincerity. This live-action debacle was the worst theme park stage show I’ve ever had the displeasure of squirming through. Nothing made any sense. The production forewent coherence for idiot rambling and awful celebrity impersonation.

It’s hard to believe that somebody somewhere put this thing together. It’s even harder to believe that somebody approved it. And even harder to believe a whole cast of wannabes actually perform the dog five times a night.

I can’t even find the right words to slag it.

There’s bad dancing, bad lip sync, bad writing, bad acting, unfunny racism, and it drags on and on far too long.

Oh, and once you’re in, you’re trapped for the duration. There’s no disrupting the “performance” with early exits. I’m not the type to stir the pot – I’ve sat through some bad stuff in the name of civility – but if I had the opportunity to go back, I’d grab my wife’s hand and insist upon being let out. It really was that horrendous.

Okay then, Loyal Reader, repeat after me: I WILL NOT WATCH BILL & TED’S EXCELLENT HALLOWEEN ADVENTURE!

Take my word for it and stay away!

Despite the thirty agonizing minutes wasted on Bill & Ted, we had a great night. I look forward to doing it again next year.