Gateways to Abomination, Matthew M. Bartlett
I’d seen a lot of word-of-mouth hype about this collection, and I was surprised and pleased to see that it lives up to everything I’d read. More of a novel presented as a series of connected short stories, some only a few pages in length. Bartlett has a great sense of both visceral, surreal horror and weirdness, and this was just an absolute pleasure to read. Even though Weird Massachusetts is a pretty heavily-used trope (one of which I myself am guilty of using), his Leeds remains totally original. A witch-cult running a local radio station is sublime, at least in his hands. I will gladly continue to tune into WXXT, way down on the sinister side of the radio dial. Highly recommended.
The Witch-Cult in Western Massachusetts, Matthew M. Bartlett
A very brief companion piece, essentially a chapbook, illuminating the lives of a number of the wicked characters appearing or mentioned in Gateways. The illustrations by Alex Fienemann are well done and match the semi-absurd, sometimes humorous evils of the coven described.
Unlanguage, Michael Cisco
Unlanguage is, I think, a masterpiece, albeit one nearly entirely beyond my ability to describe, let alone expound on; I have more to say, more I want to say, about Cisco’s novel, but I can’t find the words for it. In some ways during reading I found myself reminded of House of Leaves over and over, which isn’t to say that Cisco’s work is derivative or even that the two pieces are similar. The mental, emotional, and physical effects of the two, though, are comparable. It might be that what House of Leaves did with and to the structure of the novel, Unlanguage does with language itself. I haven’t read anything else by Cisco, so in that regard I have nothing to compare it with, but I often see his other works described as “challenging” and “experimental”, so I have to assume they’re similar in some ways. Even so, I can’t imagine anything can really touch Unlanguage. There are the books you read that make you think, “I could write this,” and the ones that you make think, “I could write something like this, but not as well,” and the ones that make you think, “this is way beyond what I could ever write.” Unlanguage is in a further category, the “I don’t understand how anybody could write this, or how it even exists” category. It’s a truly singular creation, and like House of Leaves and a handful of other works, the closest thing to a true mind-warping magical tome that we have in our world.
Black Helicopters, Caitlín R. Kiernan
Unfortunately, I felt like Black Helicopters took what I liked about Agents of Dreamland, padded it with a bunch of stuff I wasn’t into, and then also diluted the stuff that worked for me. The prose itself is still very good, Kiernan is a great writer, and a lot (most?) of what I didn’t enjoy is more due to my own tastes than anything the book does right or wrong. It just didn’t really work for me, unfortunately, coming off as too scattered to fully congeal or even really hold my attention. I’m all for books that jump forward and backward in time and space, but there was a lack of cohesion for me that kept things from really coming together. The parts of the story I was more interested in were given relatively little time on the page. Read Agents of Dreamland first if it sounds appealing; if you’re really into it, give this a shot, but otherwise I can’t really recommend it unless you’re a big Kiernan fan.
The Children of Old Leech, edited Ross E. Lockhart
I’ve had this since Christmas and shamefully only just finally got around to reading it, but better late than never. Definitely a strong collection overall, especially for those (like me) who can't get enough Laird Barron. John Langan's "Ymir" is the standout, unsurprising given both his superb writing and his close friendship with Barron, but several of the other stories were great as well. I really enjoyed Stephen Graham Jones' "Brushdogs", "The Old Pageant" by Richard Gavin was nice and subtle, and Scott Nicolay and Jesse James Douthit-Nicolay's "Tenebrionidae" was excellent for its rail-riding voice and weirdness. Michael Griffin's "Firedancer" didn't hit 100% for me, but did leave me wanting to read more of his work. In total, it's a great supplement to Barron's own stories. I don't know that any besides "Ymir" are strictly required reading, but none were bad and the average quality was quite high
Deep Red, dir. Dario Argento
As a huge fan of the giallo aesthetic, it was pretty criminal that I hadn’t seen this; it’s finally been rectified. There’s good reason that this is frequently cited as one of the quintessential entries in the genre, because it is absolutely superb. Obviously, Goblin’s score is excellent and perfectly supplements the film, which is Argento at his finest. Even though it came out several years after The Man From Y.E.T.I. aired, Deep Red really hammered home for me just how much giallo influence there was in that series, and it’s no secret that endlessly analyzing that bizarre show is one of my prime hobbies; for that, I doubly enjoyed the film. If you’ve any interest in the genre and are late to catching this like I was, do yourself a favor and set things right.
Female Prisoner Scorpion: Jailhouse 41, dir. Shunya Ito
I’d vaguely heard of this series somewhere, was too brain-dead tired to pay scrutiny to anything too attention-heavy, and had two free months on Shudder; therein lies the story in my watching this art-meets-exploitation women-in-prison number courtesy 1972 Japan. On the one hand, the film is exploitation to the core, with essentially every character save Scorpion being almost cartoonishly nasty and brutal; Scorpion herself is almost entirely characterized by her speaking barely a handful of times throughout the whole movie. I was surprised that there’s less nudity than I expected, but regardless, just about every interaction between any and all the characters is savage and nasty. On the other hand, Shunya Ito seemed to basically be able to do whatever he wanted, resulting in a lot of surreal, beautiful shots and sequences. The juxtaposition of the two headspaces here gives me ample ground to use hefty red string to connect Jailhouse 41 to giallo on my film conspiracy board, despite very clear tonal differences. I’d be interested in watching others of the Scorpion films to see how they stack up. All things considered, though, any recommendation here hinges on whether you think you’d like a sometimes-surreal women-in-prison exploitation film, which is doubtless something you already know about yourself.
Mandy, dir. Panos Cosmatos
Apparently, after Beyond the Black Rainbow, Cosmatos got really into Twin Peaks: The Return, listened to a ton of metal albums, and then called up Nic Cage. This is what I’ve mentally reconstructed from the evidence that is Mandy, anyway. It is the most metal thing I’ve ever seen. It is probably the finest vehicle Nic Cage will ever have, in terms of enabling him to go full-on Nic Cage. The score is absolutely flawless. It is, as you would expect from Cosmatos, blisteringly beautiful, with colors and cinematography like a downtuned acid trip with scorpion-sting chaser. It is also kind of weirdly misogynistic, not unlike Black Rainbow, which is unfortunate, although at least Mandy is a bit less so than that earlier film. Or it seems that way to me, anyway. Still, if you’re a fan of Nic Cage, heavy metal (the music, movie, or comic, take your pick), or insanely gorgeous film, and you’ve got the patience for a pretty slow first half, you owe it to yourself to check this out. My only disappointment was the incredibly limited theatrical release, because I desperately wish I could see this in a theater.
The Raid 2, dir. Gareth Evans
I watched The Raid: Redemption probably three to five years ago, thought it was awesome, and then forgot about it. Then I saw the trailers for Evans’ new film Apostle, and thought, “oh yeah, I should check out The Raid 2.”. Man! I watched this with my wife, a tremendously skilled martial artist, and we were both absolutely floored by this film. The choreography, filming, and performances with regards to the fighting were probably the best we’d ever seen. Most modern action movies are so cheesy, and everyone bemoans the 1/2 second shots and million-cuts-a-minute style that’s been going on for what seems like forever, but it’s still just unbelievably refreshing to see something done totally in opposition to that. Anyone who likes action or martial arts absolutely owes it to themselves to watch this; my only caveat is to watch The Raid first, and watch them close together; the huge gap between my watching the first and second films made it really hard to figure out who was who and what the hell was going on for the first 20 minutes, because this picks up right where the first one left off and explains practically nothing. Still, that’s one small caveat for so much excellence.