January 10th, 2010

screenwriter, Kightlinger, hate


First off, I know it's late to be writing reviews about movies and DVDs, and just because Orphan is a horror flick, I don't want anyone to think that I can't sleep because I just watched this movie. I think this movie borders so close to being deliciously deranged, it's almost funny. If I wake up in the middle of the night (3:15AM), it's probably because the walls in my house are knocking.

The story begins on a sad note when it is discovered that a woman suffers a miscarriage. As she tries to put the pieces together, her and her husband decide that adoption might be a solution. At the orphanage, they meet Esther who seems to have one or two things in common with Kate Coleman (played by Vera Farmiga), the woman who recently lost her baby at birth. There are many scene set ups that lead us to be awestruck at the maturity and talent that this little girl, Esther, possesses, but the results of the carefully structured sequences seem to lack impact as they flirt with ironic humor. What I mean is that a person could see a situation between Kate and Esther as either funny or serious. This characteristic is also reflected in the differences Kate has with her husband, John.

By describing this film as deranged, I mean to say that the ending is a shocker. It makes one challenge the ethics of the adopting family when they pick up Esther from Saint Marianne's Orphanage and Kate bids farewell to the Sister with a simply "Bye. Thank you." as if she were helped by a stock clerk at Target who assisted her with finding her merchandise. Out of all the kids that were playfully displayed for the parents to choose from, you really have to scrutinize why they picked Esther. The scene I found humorous actually alludes to this couple selfishly seeking the perfect prodigy who will strengthen the career of a recovering alcoholic. And this from the mouths of babes, too. It's hard to tell whether Esther is or is not depicted as every little girl's fantasy. Nearing the end of the film, when Esther has her father just where she wants him, then starts the disturbing revelations that I'm more than comfortable dismissing as deranged.

There will be films that challenge the status quo in their attempt to blatantly entertain. Organizations will voice their opposition and writer/directors will be made or broken. It's like SLAYER and their new album World painted blood containing so much innuendo with their killing and murder lyrics. Some people like that kind of thing, and some people's parents would like nothing more than to see the members of that band banned. That their American Carnage tour has been postponed makes me wonder whether a few parents united to cause the band a hernia.

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Oh no, I don't have a fix

All I been hearing/reading on the web is that SLAYER has cancelled their American Carnage tour. WTF? back surgery. I know somebody at work who says that back surgery made them worse and they hope they never had it done. This is my fucking concern. What's to become of the greatest black metal band on earth? Delay the tour as much as you want. I'm sure the original tickets will be honored when Tom is back on his feet and able to rock, but back surgery? OMG! I can't believe there's nothing on the news about this either, man. Fucking mainstream news sucks. I watch the news every day on local network channels. I tolerate the bullshit that governs big media. The FCC restriction on language and shit, but what could be the harm in airing a segment or two about the American Carnage Tour cancellation?


Following the link to an interview from metal–rules.com will take you to Araya's reflection of how well he feels SLAYER performed in Russia. It's an old Jan‾2009 interview which spans about 7 minutes. I admit that there are times that I elucidate what I might say to somebody like Tom if I somehow found myself backstage after the concert. What I mean is, all this blogging and e-zine projects that I do in my spare time makes me feel like some hack journalist who might be taken serious some day. But if I ever wanted to be a journalist for-real, it would only be to get into shows for free and/or drink with celebrities. What kind of questions would I have for Tom?

Tom, it worries me that there are not local radio stations that play your music genre, no late shows that air your performances and, if there happens to be one or two cable channels that play music, air shows, then they usually tend to mix it up with bands that share the spotlight for rap metal fans. There's been a few bands that have reeled me in to buying their CDs because I liked a song or two, only to discover that they rap on a hefty percentage of songs in their album. It's common knowledge that infamy in anything one does sooner or later tends to border with whoring their skills as an artist (to make ends meet), as that's the only way I can make myself understand why a metal band would subject themselves to play that crap; SLAYER'S World painted blood seemed too good to be true and I was half expecting that the Long Beach performance might result in a Priestly end. Do you say that the pain you're suffering in your back would hinder the seriousness of a stage performance designed to communicate your lyrics with the audience clearly, or is the country, vastly concerned with it's own homeland security, unprepared for such a chef-d'oeuvre, that the weight of the world is the equivalent of discomfort you are seeking to have lifted by medical means?

If there is a god, perhaps somebody might help me cope with my day job without anything to look forward to for the next few months. All work makes Jack a dull boy. Best wishes for your full recovery, Tom.