What? Me Worry?

Okay, I'll admit to another weakness of mine (besides being a crime-fic junkie). I enjoy disaster flicks (the more recent of which, along with their elaborate special effects, are now referred to as disaster porn). I don't know why I do. Perhaps, it's because I live in a state where we are all just a size 7 earthquake on the Richter Scale away from living it ourselves. And, watching the cataclysm on the movie screen is a perverse distraction from dwelling upon that fact. It doesn't help that Los Angeles has been employed in so many movies as fiasco fodder that it's actually a surprise when it's not used in one. So, with 2012 coming out this week (my son and I are already scheduled for this cinema mayhem), L.A. will again be on display, and on the losing end. Don't believe me? Take a gander at the sneak:


Director Roland Emmerich lives in the southland so I expect him to put in some nice little touches for local accuracy. For example, in the above clip the overhead expressway you see collapsing is our world famous (and locally infamous) 405 freeway. I hope you noticed that it was packed with vehicles as it collapsed and dumped its payload into the chasm. The end of traffic congestion! See, it's the little things you get the most joy out of, don't ya think? So, I've put together a small list of my favorite movie scenes where my hometown gets plastered [spoiler alert: some endings and key plots points are revealed in the films listed below].

War of the Worlds

War of the Worlds LA Destruction

We're talking about the classic 1953 version (not the Spielberg/Cruise 2005 vehicle). Director (Bryan Haskin) and producer, the great George Pal, do a fantastic job of bringing the vision of H.G. Wells to the screen. It may start somewhere else in a small town, but it ends triumphantly among the debris and rubble of L.A. This was the one film, as a child, that made me think about sneezing on my kid-era foes.

Independance Day

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Director Emmerich's first real special effects laden beat down of LaLa Land. He ignored the symbolism of taking out the well-known and familiar City Hall (like the previous film), and went after the tallest building we have, the fomerly named Library Tower on Fifth Street in downtown L.A. (it's also the tallest skyscaper west of the Mississippi River).

Miracle Mile



Steve De Jarnatt's 1988 gem of an apocalyptic thriller is a highly underrated film. Not only does it correctly capture the area's character for which the movie is named after, but it ends with the Miracle Mile neighborhood of Los Angeles (along with the rest of the city) being hit by multiple nuclear missile strikes. What can I say? It's the 80's.

Kiss Me Deadly



I have to include this famous, and restored, final scene from Robert Aldrich's Mike Hammer 1955 movie. Mickey Spillane hated the movie, along with its screenwriter (who only had contempt for the novel). Though Hammer, with the help of his girl Velda, break free of the burning house, there is no escape for them (or L.A.) when the femme fatale of the tale unleashes the atomic genie from the valise.

Terminator 2: Judgment Day

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Alright, too much of a good thing is bad. So, this is the last nuclear pasting that involves the city of my birth (but it's a great one). The scene is from James Cameron's 1991 Terminator sequel, and it includes the Sara Connor dream sequence that recreates, with the stark and realistic special effects, the chilling consequences of a nuclear explosion upon downtown.

The Day After Tomorrow



I'll end this list with Emmerich's last calamity film, from 2004, and its weather gone wild scenario. Tornadoes wreak havoc on The City of Angels (and wipeout the Hollywood Sign, in the bargain)! The key lesson from the movie: NEVER go back to the office in a disaster film!

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G

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Banks, as institutions, serve a purpose in our financial establishment that involves withdrawals, deposits, loans, investment, and exchanges of currency. Yes, like just about everyone else, I hate them, too. Principally, for their collusion in the de-regulation crisis they helped build, and the resulting recession that caused so many anguish in lost jobs and the like. But also, because every so often, they'll remind me just how fragile my secrets really are. Case in point, the ad my checking account firm mailed to my house yesterday.

Typical of today's money lenders proposals, it offered me a chance to earn 20% cash back for shopping online. I don't mind it, really (most of them will go into the shredder). However, they used my first name in the address! ARGH! You see, I don't use my real first name--I learned to employ a format change from a co-worker about three decades ago. Instead of using First name, middle initial on anything official, I changed it to first initial, Middle name on just about everything. I converted all that pre-existed to that arrangement (including this bank), and carried it forward to anything I've opened since. Furthermore, I began keeping the G name sub rosa. If friends found out about my initial G, and guessed correctly what it stood for, I'd confirm it. But, I NEVER confess it.

Why? As early as I can remember, I was always called by my middle name by my family (and close friends of). Absolutely no one EVER called me by my given name, except those at school, or later, work (primarily owing to the fact of the entrance forms one fills out for each). At first, I became comfortable with the dichotomy of having two names. It kept separate those close to me, and those that weren't. My friends at school or the job, could and would use my preferred moniker. [wife: "Sounds picky."] Eventually, it just became easier to settle on my middle name when interacting with everyone.

I wouldn't know the story behind my family's dogged refusal to use G_____ for a good many years. That is, until right before I married my bride of twenty years. It was readily known among the relatives that my mother and her sisters came up with Michael as my personal name. The little spoken fact was that my father handed me my birth name. And, no one would speak to why it wasn't used among them. Years later, in between our engagement and wedding dates, I'd visited my old man during one of his latter (and many) hospital visits to break the nuptial news to him (to his surprise) in late '88. To cover his shock (his experience with marriage[s] being a poor one), he decided to confess this:
Dad: You know, Michael, I'm the one who gave you your first name.
Me: Yeah, Pop. I know.
Dad: What you don't know is that I named you after a favorite uncle of mine.
Me: Really?
Dad: Yes, well... I wanted you to have his name.
Me: Okay.
Dad: The problem was, about 2 to 3 months after you were born, I discovered his name was really R_____.
Me: I... see.
It all became suddenly very clear why not a single person in the clan (on either side) ever used that name: I was honored with the name of a misremembered relative! Without question, he couldn't have been that much of a favorite, now could he? Good reason I keep it secret, huh? Till the bank reminds everyone in my household (and especially my kids) what that initial stands for.

Thanks to the bank I refuse to name, and my Pop.

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Trigger City

One of things I dislike most (besides lame Hollywood film remakes) is reaching the tail end of a book series that I really enjoy. While there are always other books to read (or in my case, listen to), a great novel series brings the kind of stories that blend the new right along with the familiar - all the while leaving the reader yearning for more. That's great when you start such a series, or are in the midst of one. It's not so good when you hit the wall, so do speak, and there's no next chapter in the string just sitting there... patiently waiting on you to get to it. This only goes to show the reader (me) that he's now hooked - relegated to waiting for that next novel fix. You end up trying to squelch that hunger by doing things like scanning the inter-tubes for any word of a publishing date for that next novel. Then, when you get the news you've waited on so desperately, you're counting the days down till the publishing date arrives. Not that I'm complaining... much. Although, this Crais-head really welcomes the autumn slide into January next because it'll deliver The First Rule come the 12th (there, I said it). Only now, however, I have to contribute another series-jones to my list of addictions (I'm excluding all things golf, for the sake of argument). I found myself taking stock of that fact yesterday morning when I finished Sean Chercover's Trigger City.

I've already noted how much I admired the author's debut novel, Big City Bad Blood, in an earlier post. The next in the series did not disappoint, at all. As well, the audiobook by Audible was just as solid as the first. This time, I had the benefit of some history with the P.I. character of Ray Dudgeon. Besides having the first book under my belt, Corey clued me in to the author's short story contribution in Killer Year (edited by Lee Child), One Serving of Bad Luck (which I consumed rather quickly after BCBI). The exemplary voice work done by audiobook narrator Joe Barrett (and the Audible studio directors) had his tones and inflections in my head as I read it (not a bad thing at all). The second novel added welcomed new layers to Ray, while he continued his painful recovery from what was meted out in the first book. Add to this, Trigger City included a timely and relevant plot to boot. The secondary characters (and I very much include the Second City here) Mr. Chercover used in the novels were a force multiplier with their impact on the series. Moreover, whatever the work experiences he gathered before he became a writer, seem to bring a certain reality to his story-lines. Like author Robert Crais, Sean can deftly build out and construct a character universe through his books (this one squarely centered on Chicago). He really made it easy to get immersed in the day-to-day lives of the characters, and grow comfortable with them (it has to be some sort of gift to be so habit-forming). I don't know what it is about the mystery/crime fiction genre that seems to draw this causing dependency reaction in its readership. The Horror and Sci-Fi lit I've read over the years rarely did that for me (Frank Herbert's Dune series being an exception). Even my Tom Clancy years never had this affect, either. Nevertheless, here I am... once again.
Hello. My name is Michael... and I'm a crime-fic series addict.
I never did smoke cigarettes (even in high school), chocolate no longer loves me, and I can't drink alcohol anymore (dammit). Great... All I have left is this series condition. All thanks to my dealers, the C-brothers (Crais & Chercover). I guess I can take the edge off by reading the Gravedigger Peace short, A Sleep Not Unlike Death, from the Hardcore Hardboiled collection, or the Ray Dudgeon piece in Chicago Blues (The Non Compos Mentis Blues) while I wait word on the next book. That, and cross off another day on The First Rule calendar I keep.


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November Prints

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During a span in my life, I carried an 35mm SLR camera (Canon AE-1, and later, an A-1) just about everywhere I went. Photography filled a hole in whatever artistic bent I had in me. I shot color slide or black & white print film at whatever points in the city I traveled to, or at various sporting and musical events I attended. It seems I had to have at least one hobby/interest going on as an adult. [wife: "Substitute the word obsession."] And during the late-70's / 80's, this was it. Over the years, I had collected a number of slides and negatives--most of which I've likely now lost (if I'm lucky at today's yard sale, I might find some). Only some of the prints that were created years ago have found a way to remain with me into this century. So, I've decided that if I can't find the original film or slide sources, I might as well scan what I have to form an archive of sorts. The images in this post represent a prime example from that era, and they have a connection to the present.

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The original shot is of the drum stand on the stage at one of L.A.'s famous nightclubs, in-between sets at a musical event I attended. The Roxy Theatre, on the Sunset Strip, has a storied history. It opened the year ('73) after I graduated high school, and it was the first landing point in the U.S. for the British stage play, The Rocky Horror Show, in 1974 (that's a year before it was made into the cult film, The Rocky Horror Picture Show). As well, many famous rock artists (Bob Marley, Bruce Springsteen, Warren Zevon, Van Morrison, David Bowie, Jay-Z, etc.) have played there over the years since. Its bar (On the Rox) was even the site for many stints in John Lennon's lost weekend period, in 1973-74, and the last place John Belushi partied before heading back to his sad end at the nearby Chateau Marmont.

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And what was I doing there in the early 80's when I took this picture? It goes back to when I started my jazz fusion period around the mid-70's. It's why I still have a good many tracks by Bob James, Dave Grusin, Jean-Luc Ponty, and Sadao Watanabe in my iTunes library. On this night, I came to listen to composer-arranger, west coast jazz/jazz fusionist, saxophonist (and L.A. native) Tom Scott. His New York Connection album was one of the first in that music genre I ever owned. Many don't recognize his name, but they've likely heard his work and didn't realize it. If you appreciate Carole King, you know her song, Jazzman. That's Tom Scott performing that stirring sax riff. Ever seen Starsy & Hutch, The Streets of San Francisco, or Family Ties on TV? Their theme songs were written and arranged by him. He's sat in and played on records for the Grateful Dead, Kenny Chesney, The Carpenters, Whitney Houston, Barbra Streisand, Joni Mitchell, Blondie, Eddie Money, Steely Dan, Pink Floyd, Quincy Jones and Frank Sinatra. And he's performed with 3 of the 4 ex-Beatles during their solo careers: records with Paul McCartney and George Harrison, and band work with John Lennon.

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Years later, I re-used this shot for an evening photography darkroom class I took at Santa Monica College when I lived in that coastal small city. It was there I learned to apply lith and posterization techniques the old fashion way - in a barely lit room that had running water, developing chemicals, and enlargers. To this day, there remain a few businesses that still do this type of photographic printing. But, the past is receding quickly. The second and third prints of the original were examples of the old way of doing those techniques, manually. Nowadays, digital photography has taken over (see the effects is this year's production loss of Kodachrome). Some think it has killed photography (though, I'm still on the fence with that). What the old darkroom masters could do in those veiled, inky rooms have almost entirely been relegated to Photoshop, computers and the graphic artists/photographers of today who've mastered the 1's and 0's of the new technology. The fourth shot (below, and done yesterday) is an example of that. That inverted image of the original took next to no time to produce, digitally. In days gone by, developing my own film was second nature to me. Those old photo/darkroom techniques remain a heart-warming recollection - and likely disappearing from memory.

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And it's not that I thought the drum stand photograph was any great piece of image composition or art. It was just a decent picture to work with for that darkroom exercise (and for the grade I sought). I later framed the three of them (that's how they came to live with me in my last bachelor abode). And what is its connection to now, you ask? It was during our dating period (the year 1988) that my future bride asked me about those displayed photos. I explained, then, all of this to her (she figured out that I also took a date to that event and wasn't interested in any of those details, btw). Afterward, she let me in on some news. She was at that very same concert. That was the first of the coinkydinks she'd lay on me during our courtship - which, along with her bewitching aura, told me she was nothing like any of the people I'd known before her.

Hello, November.

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"I just as soon leave him home by himself."

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With kudos and credit to blogger/artist Fooksie for creating a graphic (left) that was the perfect visual to go along with this Halloween post, I share with you my all-time favorite Bill Cosby routine from childhood (it's the most liked by my kids, too). From his 1966 Wonderfulness album, it includes the immortal lines:
This is before babysitters, when parents did not believe in babysitters, at all. The philosophy was, 'What! Let some stranger look after my kid?!? I just as soon leave him home by himself.'
Enjoy.

Chicken Heart


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Miscellaneous Monday

Not that it means anything special, but this is the last Monday for the month of October, already. We're sliding, alright. Halloween on Saturday and November (along with the return of Daylight Standard Time) comes Sunday. Plus, I've got a newly minted 14 year-old who still wants to trick or treat (and says he needs a costume), a 9 year-old (who can't wait for next month to arrive so she can turn 10) who desires pumpkins for sculpturing and spider webs for decorating the house with, and a wife who is juggling so many projects at work and at home that the last thing she wants to see is any ghoulish creature coming to our door, at the moment. Add to this that she-who-must-be-obeyed cares little for the time change (winter blues), and we (kids and I) have our work carved out for us as the light wains. Good to know that it's another normal October at the insane asylum that is my home during this time of year. So, let's mention a couple sundry items and get them out of the way.



First, the author of Big City Bad Blood and Trigger City, Sean Chercover, is having a diverting giveaway. His READING@WORK CONTEST:
I'm giving away prizes for the best pictures of people reading Trigger City in the workplace. So take a picture of yourself reading the book at work, and send it in.

Prizes include Trigger City lapel pins, t-shirts, signed books, and one-year subscriptions to Crimespree Magazine. You might even win your name used as one of the characters in my next book. You could end up as a cop, a corpse, or even an arch criminal.
Send your photo to the author to get in on this. I sent mine in this morning (I should have shaved, though):






Since I'm in my seasonal movie mode (Silent Hill and 1963's The Haunting, already), there are a couple still I'm looking forward to teeing up on the DVD player. The new one is (from what I hear) the highly unrated werewolf movie, Bad Moon (1996). Eric Red (the writer of The Hitcher and Near Dark) directs this tale of a man coming to visit his sister and her son at their home. What intrigued me to this film is that it's told from the perspective of the protective family German Shepard (yes, I'm a sucker for these kinds of stories):



Of course, Halloween wouldn't be Halloween for me without my annual viewing of Tim Burton's Sleep Hollow. Whether it's how the director handles this period horror film, the startling visuals he employs throughout, the Hammer films that provided the inspiration for the design of it, and favorites like Christopher Lee and Christopher Walken giving chilling cameos in it, I have to have this fix this time of year (that and candy corn):





Who knew that my children would continue to amaze their father (and hand out gray hairs to their parents like it was candy on a certain holiday). I don't know if it's related to the solar system sculpture he recently completed and turned in for his 8th grade science class, but this is what my son wants his old man to play (and re-discover) in the car as we make our way to school:


And my daughter is no slouch as to enforcing her will on to my iTunes library. She's got her father scratching his head as to how he ignored (or missed entirely) this song:


I'm definitely getting too old too fast.



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A Blood Sucking Survey

With Halloween almost upon us, and with the trend of late centered upon vampires (holiday or not), I guess it was time to compose a seasonal post like this one. Watching Francis Ford Coppola's Bram Stroker's Dracula, recently, didn't hurt the idea either. Or, having read blogger Dennis Cozzalio's grand Halloween post the other day: SINISTER SHADOWS OF LIGHT AND PRINT: Goose-pimply Halloween Reads and The Horrors of L.A. Repertory Cinema. Because of it, thanks were sent his way for alerting me to this weekend's showing of Robert Wise's grand haunted house adaptation of the Shirley Jackson's novel, The Haunting of Hill House, at the Alex Theatre in nearby Glendale. The Haunting (1963) is one of those unnerving, little black & white film gems that slowing, but surely, will creep you the heck out by the time the final credits arrive. I place it up there along with The Innocents (1961), based on Henry James' The Turning of the Screw, for its sheer scare (not gross out) power. And finally, with RADIATOR HEAVEN spotlighting a wonderful October mix of appropriate movie reviews through to the eve of All Saints Day, I don't have a choice, not do I? And thanks, J.D., I'm really enjoying my initial viewing of Silent Hill because of your posts.

Now, wher

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e was I? Ah, yes... vampires. You can't turn a broadcast channel lately without catching something on the legendary creatures. Be it the already acclaimed True Blood on HBO (blogger cousin Poncho has me real curious about this series), the CW's Vampire Diaries (which does not have me intrigued), or the trailers for The Vampire's Assistant (a maybe catch while it's out). Author Charlie Huston's newest horror pulp-noir, My Dead Body (supposedly the last of the Joe Pitt series), is also a vampire tale. Even the great Mexican director of the best Blade movie in that whole series (II), Guillermo Del Toro (along with Chuck Hogan), has begun a written series on them (The Strain). Okay, I get it. People really love this stuff. And since I've already covered what I consider is the decades old impetus for the current spate of modern blood sucking goodness flowing about, Richard Matheson's I Am Legend, I guess I have to go futher back, to the beginning. The classic 1897 novel by Bram Stoker that started this obsession, Dracula. The author Stoker may not have invented the vampire, but he did make the subject popular.

John Van Eyssen as Jonathan Harker in Dracula ...Image via Wikipedia


Having been introduced to this character as a child, during the 60's, watching the 1931 Universal Pictures version by Tod Browning on one of those monster movie programs that populated the weekends of old, I ate it up (while squishing myself out of fright into my grandmother's front room chair). I think I even had one of those Dracula model kits due to that experience. Despite that, I didn't read the original novel until somewhere in the 80's. But, I still found it enthralling due to the fact very few of the Dracula film versions I'd seen through the years follow or have most of the aspects in the novel's storyline. Case in point, ask yourself the following: Who kills Dracula in the tale? If you just watch the movies, you're likely to answer Van Helsing with either a stake through the villain's heart or using daylight to destroy him. I'll make the case for reading (in general) this novel right here and now by stating it was Jonathan Harker and the heroic Texan, Quincy Morris, who vanquish the vampire - and they accomplish this with knives no less (though, kudos should be given out to writer James V. Hart and Coppola for including this in the 1992 re-telling). See? Dusty old novels may not have the gore, but they definitely have the grit. With that said, let's get on to this movie survey.

The Halloween Movie Poll of 2009

Name your favorite film version (actor/movie) for each of the classic characters listed below from any of the Dracula films you've seen. I've limited this to the six (there's that number, again) roles most likely found in the motion picture renderings of the classic tale. The Rules of the Survey:

  1. You can mix and match actors/roles from different films - you're not limited to naming a set of characters from one movie (but, you can if you want). Since there are over 160 such versions out there among TV and film--second only to the character of Sherlock Holmes (according to Wikipedia)--you can splurge and have at it.
  2. What you shouldn't include - any vampire film that does not have Dracula or any the primary characters from the novel. So, no Vamp, Fright Night, Near Dark, From Dust Till Dawn, The Night Flier, Vampyros Lesbos, Innocent Blood, Interview With A Vampire, The Night Stalker or The Lost Boys. As fun as they are (along with others), let's stick with the folk Bram Stoker came up with over a century ago for this probe, shall we?

Please leave your answers in the comment section (I'll leave mine below, and thanks):

Renfield

Klaus Kinski from Jess Franco's Count Dracula (1970) - he's great as this character and would go on play Dracula in the Nosferatu remake decades later.

Jonathan Harker

David Manners from Tod Browning's Dracula (1931) - out of all of these characters, this was the hardest one for me to pick for some reason; so I went with the first one I ever experienced.

Lucy (Westenra)

Sadie Frost from Coppola's Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992) - I pick Sadie because out of all the Lucy's (and amalgams) out there, none are as over the top as she.

Mina (Murray)

Kate Nelligan from John Badham's Dracula (1979) - she's underrated as an actress, and was the best thing in this film that was adapted from the stage play.

Van Helsing

Peter Cushing from Terence Fisher's Horror of Dracula (1957) - my easiest choice in the whole survey; he's action plus intellect (and has played this role multiple times in various movies).

Count Dracula

Christopher Lee from Terence Fisher's Horror of Dracula (1957) - there's been so many good ones in this role (with varying degrees of acting talent), but Lee had such a physical presence in each of the multiple movie versions he played that character; I'll go with this 1957 iteration because it was his first, and he was such a cold-blooded monster in it. [Who was my second pick, you ask? Believe it or not, it's Jack Palance from Dan Curtis' Dracula (1973) TV movie]

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Tales from the (Movie) Theater: Part 6

Continuation of the series--see Intro, parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5:

Transitions
After only a few months of working without too much incident (mostly the closing shifts) at the Huntington Park Warner, big changes came to the theater, and my way. Even though I started off as the newly minted projectionist, the low wages contributed to the one prominent trend of my tenure there: turnover. It didn't take long for the middle guy to leave. So in a short time, I was no longer the lowest man on the totem pole. Unbelievably, I became the second most senior tech there (right behind my younger brother, the lead projectionist).

That change, by itself, produced immediate dividends, though. I received a better choice of hours, but my brother got another recruit to train. All in all, an improvement (especially for me). More openings than closings at the theater meant for a better social life. And since I didn't have to report for work till noon (when the theater opened and staff checked in), I could attend morning classes (on weekdays) or sleep in (on weekends). But, other things were brewing that would have a greater impact.

While the owner had been progressive in changing the theater's content to spanish language (or sub-titled) for an evolving community, before I arrived, business wasn't as robust as he expected. As the owner, Armand choose all of the movies his theaters would show (obtained weekly from a local movie distributor). Plus, he needed to regularly attract enough ticket purchasing customers to keep the business viable. Keep in mind, the majority of the ticket sales went to the studio/distributors. More importantly, having people in the seats brought them to the concession stand (where the theater owners made their profits). For the months he tried this, the spanish content didn't bring enough patrons (at least for his bottom-line). I remember he even booked some Mexican soft-core movies to see if it could get more people to the theater. And it may have (at least for the males patrons), but that didn't stimulate food or snack sales to any great degree. Nope... and that wouldn't do. So, the owner changed back to mainstream U.S. movies - and that's what I would show for the rest of my term in the booth there.

The owner even trumpeted the change by having his minions add to the marque, Under New Management. The trouble with that was, it wasn't true. There was no new management, only new content. The result of that little trick was to have a Huntington Park police officer come by one day and ask to see the new business license for the new owner. And Armand had to sheepishly talk with him over the phone to straighten that out. What's the old saying? Measure twice, cut once. Poncho's noun would also be appropriate here: sheeeze. And as much as that change had ramifications for the theater workers and movie patrons (and perhaps, the balance sheet), the next one had the tidal wave effect for me. My brother left the movie theater.

Question: Why did you leave the movie theater?
I was working part time in real estate (while there), being unsuccessful actually, working with our aunt [mother's older sister]. And it was difficult at 19-20 years old to do it. I didn't have the patience. But there was a representative, a sales person for Ticor Title, who came in to her office from time to time. He had referred me to someone (at Ticor). Probably within a matter of a couple of weeks, I had taken an interview, was hired, and was out the door.
Later in the interview, he mentioned this:
Yes, and there was other aspects driving the move. I remember an incident that made it clear it was the right moment. At the time, I was semi-living with my girlfriend. There was a period I had to take the bus to work - I had no other form of transportation. This one day, my girlfriend also had to go to the area (Huntington Park); perhaps, for an interview or something. We were on the bus, and we were running late. I was probably 20-30 minutes late. And if I'm late, that means the movie theater is late because they cannot start the movies without the projectionist.

As I'm coming along, with my girlfriend next to me, the woman Isabel [the older person in charge during the daytime who sold the tickets at the box office and managed the concession stand] was pretty upset with me. She couldn't open the theater's doors, and patrons were waiting out in front to get in. And she started screaming at me as I arrived. The bus stopped right there in front of the theater, too. It happened all right there. My girlfriend then got into an exchange of words with her (because she didn't care for the woman making a scene, along with her yelling at me). Mind you, this episode is occurring while my girlfriend was still on the bus. And as the driver is closing bus door (to get away from all of this) to head off to the next stop, with both hands, my girlfriend flips the older woman off! True story.

By that time, I'm left there with this hysterical co-worker who is mad as hell at me for being late AND for having a crass girlfriend. Which to say the least, was the beginning of the end of our relationship because of this upset. And then wouldn't talk to me, at work. It was an uncomfortable feeling everyday, thereafter. You come in and try to acknowledge each other, but I only got the evil eye from that point forward. It became pretty clear that moving on would be for the best.
So, after working there for a little over a year from 1975 to 1976, he gave his notice. Before leaving, my brother covered those responsibilities that I, the soon-to-be senior projectionist, would have to know and assume. Like preparing for

Warner Theater Huntington Park 05Image by jericl cat via Flickr

the weekly changes in movies. I'd learn to drive early on Wednesday mornings to take last week's movies back and pick up the new content for the current one from the distribution company Armand used. Also, it would be up to me to lay out the new movie schedule and times, and give it over to our box office each week. And finally, my sibling helped me become more proficient in my projecting skills so I could train the new and future ex-projectionists that would make their way through that booth in the coming months. Who would have thunk it? After only a few months of working there, along with absorbing these changes, and I assumed the lead projectionist position at a movie theater I attended since childhood. While I made a few dollars more each week, it was still laughable to be in that position. I just didn't understand the joke at time. All of this in the bicentennial year of 1976, and I was only 21 years old.

To be continued...

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My Honor to Scribble

You know, I'm usually dumbfounded when I win things. Be it compliments, gifts or awards, they're not what I expect... but I am grateful for such things and to those who bestow them. Such is the case with blogger J.D. and his more than fine movie blog, RADIATOR HEAVEN. His site is one I had been lurking on for some time (and only recently interacting with). That, and because he covers a wonderful array of film in a marvelous manner and enlightening detail (plus, he adds some tremendous comments of his own to the blogs he visits). J.D. very kindly conferred on me the Superior Scribbler Award. And since I'm curious by nature, I looked into the award, which has an interesting history in the year it has been out there circulating through the intertubes (click on the award link to check it out).

So, onto the rules of The Award:

  • Each Superior Scribbler must in turn pass The Award on to 5 most-deserving Bloggy Friends.
  • Each Superior Scribbler must link to the author & the name of the blog from whom he/she has received The Award.
  • Each Superior Scribbler must display The Award on his/her blog, and link to This Post, which explains The Award.
  • Each Blogger who wins The Superior Scribbler Award must visit this post and add his/her name to the Mr. Linky List. That way, we'll be able to keep up-to-date on everyone who receives This Prestigious Honor!
  • Each Superior Scribbler must post these rules on his/her blog.

With that covered, I'll move on and share/bestow this award with the following:

  1. Dennis over at Sergio Leone and the Infield Fly Rule - while I've conversed online with this movie blogger, and since he's local, I look forward to the day we meet at the New Beverly Cinema and discuss the merits of The Howling vs. An American Werewolf in London ;-)
  2. Elyse over at Obsessions of a Pop Culture Nerd - she of the frighteningly smart nieces (and their spotless punctuation and grammar... really, I'm not bitter) and her fun as hell content covering books, authors, film, directors, and what not; she also happens to look stunning in red (and not all can pull that off, IMO)
  3. Lesa from Lesa's Book Critiques - not only does she read and review some of the most interesting books out there, she's a librarian (and they are, as a whole, some of the nicest, smartest and best read people on earth); and my thanks for the book recommendation for my teen's recent birthday, Lesa (he loved it)
  4. Nordette over at Who's Shoes Are These Anyway - this blogger/writer/future novelist always challenges her readers with the topics she covers (life, politics, injustice, music, parenting, breaking events, etc.), and she does it all with a manner and clarity I wish I had; plus she lives in the city with the best jazz out there
  5. Livius over at Riding The High Country - this is another of the movie bloggers I discovered this year and now follow because of his writing, reviews, and depth of knowledge (plus the depth of his movie archive); that, and his admiration of the western make visits there well worthwhile

It goes to show that there are plenty of good things and people out there on that darn thingamacallit intertube thingy. Thank you, J.D.

p.s., where are my manners? Congrats to you, J.D., upon receiving this very same award. Well earned and well done.

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Richard Matheson's I Am Legend

My recent first time visit to the West Hollywood Book Fair, a couple of weeks back, seemed to re-ignite my interest in author Richard Matheson's seminal novel (an intriguing mix of horror and sci-fi) on vampire mythology in the modern world. When I arrived at the fair, I first stopped at one of the comic shop booths before heading over to the initial panel (Ghost & Goblins: Exploring the Supernatural in Mystery Fiction) that featured author Charlie Huston. Among all of their wonderful comic book offerings, there was one particular graphic novel that stood out - the I Am Legend compilation of Steve Niles and Elman Brown comic series from the early 90's of the Matheson work. I'd heard of it, but I hadn't seen this adaptation in graphic form. Simply...wow. Between looking at its terrific illustrations and seeing how the artists constructed and re-told the author's tale, it was no wonder I was late to that book panel (I was so caught up in it).

Then upon finding and reaching said panel, what were Charlie Huston and moderator Leslie Klinger discussing at that very moment? Yep. That same novel, which they then directly credited for being the impetus for much of the written work their panel was discussing that day. Alright... Synchronicity, strike two. Finally last week, Film and TV blogger John Kenneth Muir noted in a post (and directly linked to blogger B-Sol's The Vault of Horror's said list), titled The Cyber Horror Elite's Reading List: The Greatest Horror Literature of All-Time, the results from a panel of distinguished bloggers and authors listing their favorite horror lit. [and kudos to both of them for that, too.*] And what was at 15th rung? Nuff' said... strike three! I had to put something down in a post regarding this all-time great novel (and since it was published the same year I was born, 1954, let's add that coinkydink to the mix). And besides, it is now the month of Halloween. So here it is, along with some of my thoughts towards its varied adaptations.

* that top 30 list drew such an interest-piquing response, B-Sol also posted the remaining novels, short stories, and poems that did not make it onto there or the honorable mentions list.

The Book

I think the author who influenced me the most as a writer was Richard Matheson ~ Stephen King
It's been over three decades since I first heard of this novel. I'd estimate I first read it during the early 1970's - and likely in response to seeing the first couple of its film adaptations. The story is about one man, Robert Neville, and his fight to survive in a world that's been decimated by a 70's viral pandemic (eerie to me then, and strangely apropos to me now). As much as he knows, he's the last uninfected man living on earth, and he's doing so among what's left of the population: the infected vampire horde wandering the Los Angeles nightscape. A couple of parallels are fairly obvious when reviewing the work. The Robinson Crusoe tale seems evident - especially when he's boarded up at night in his (desert island-like) reinforced and hardened home (with his stash of food, drink, and classical music LPs to keep him company). His Man Friday could be the seemingly uninfected woman, the biblically named Ruth, too. As well, the Cold War paranoia and fear track of the 50's permeates the tale. His story comes to light in a unique mix of flashback, science-fiction, mythological horror, and ultimate irony. The fact that Matheson imagined a world (and my hometown), some twenty years beforehand, that people even in the 21st century, upon reading it for the first time, would still recognize, proves the author was prophetically dead-on (so to speak) with this novel.

Matheson's clever use of flashbacks appears to use time (and its passage) as a interesting device in storytelling and as a tool for leveling the distance between the moment in time the reader takes it in and into the prescient world the author imagined. It's all too easy for the reader to simultaneously imagine Neville's plight of the damned, and whatever future pandemic (natural or man-made) that yet could come. It's considered the first of the modern vampire novels with its prominent use of science to explain away old vampire lore and subjugate religion's treatment and links in ancient mythology. The novel also seems so influential in so many other authors work. It's hard to imagine many of today's modern blood-sucker tales (with the intertwining vampire and humans storylines) coming about without this one novel breaking through and mixing myth and science (or our own use standards and technology to explain things). Even George Romero's unique zombie and apocalyptic series (that began with the equally seminal Night of the Living Dead film) would seem difficult to conjure without this novel's direction and power.

Film Adaptations

The Last Man on Earth (1964)


I remember my brother telling me he'd seen this movie on some TV broadcast in the late 60's and trying to explain the story to me. What can I say? Early teen recall is not worth the hormones they are imprinted with. And it wasn't until the decade turned (a few years later) that I caught up to it on another late night showing. This Vincent Price feature, an Italian production, did have Richard Matheson write its original screenplay. But the changes and re-writes made to it had him pull his name from the film. However, it does seem to come closest to the story and spirit of the author's novel (but it suffers in its low cost production values and poor dubbing). I would say it's my sentimental favorite since it's the first telling of this story I ever saw (along with the next film) on celluloid. Additionally, these first two pushed me to actually read the book that it was based upon.
The Omega Man (1971)


This was the first film adaptation that I saw in an actual movie theater. This Charlton Heston vehicle (along with the subsequent one decades later) began to shift this tale to more of an action/sci-fi film in its execution and bearing. Gone are the plague aspects of the original work, along with the demythologized vampire text. Enter that period's introduction to the biological warfare scares as imagined by the screenwriter's adaptation in the midst of the Cold War. That, and homicidal mutants (meh). Although, the film does make great use of its L.A. setting and locations (like that originally used in the novel) - and is the only one among the film conversions to do so. Unfortunately, this film feels the most dated (hey, it's the 70's). Still, it was entertaining (as long as you let go of the superior narrative in the novel). The film's best moments are Heston being Heston (in his own inimitable way) and any of the scenes that have Rosalind Cash in them (I always admired this actress and she was never in enough movies, for my liking).
I Am Legend (2007)


This century's adaptation was the third film version, but the first to use the original title of Matheson's novel. It also returns to the concept of a viral pandemic in this re-telling. And it has two of the most charismatic performances among all of these screen adaptations. Will Smith and Alice Braga, you say? No. Will Smith and Samantha the dog (and Will was hard pressed to beat her out). [note: Ms. Braga does indeed look better than the dog, but Sam acted better] Unfortunately, the film seems to emphasize its special effects and action over the story's tenets - plus it has the worst use of CGI characters in any of the big budget, high profile film releases of late. Let alone the use of an ending (theatrical or alternate ending included on the DVD release) that seems the antithesis of the novel's. And unfortunately, it made a lot of money at the box office. So much so, the studio is preparing for something that should be abhorrent to anyone who appreciates the original book: a prequel. Coming in 2011, I Am Legend: Awakening. [don't get me started on this]

Audiobook

Also in 2007 (in conjunction with the late year release of the above film), the original novel was re-issued (yet again) by a book publisher. And for the first time, Blackstone Audio published an unabridged audiobook for the groundbreaking work. The high profile nature of the then upcoming film, and the importance of bringing a pioneering novel to the spoken word form, necessitated the studio managers bring out one of its big guns for this first audio treatment. Narrator Robertson Dean, he of the "sonorous, classically disciplined bass-baritone" voice, was selected. As one of my 2008 reads listens, all I can say is it was one of the best audiobooks I heard last year. His superlative reading gave a voice to that of the character of Robert Neville that I hadn't imagined. And since it all comes from the original novel by author Richard Matheson, without abridgement or adaptation, I'd recommend it hands down to anyone who wishes to hear his legendary words and story. And this would include any of the aforementioned film versions (I'm sorry to say).

This is a masterpiece of modern fiction by one of the true pioneers of books, television and film. The man wrote novels of mystery, science fiction, horror, fantasy, and believe it or not, westerns. Name a writer's award, and he's probably won it (the Hugo, Edgar Allen Poe, Golden Spur, and the Writer's Guild awards to name a few). And if I were to pick just one of his works to be emblematic of his skill and genius at writing, I don't think I could do better than naming this novel to represent that. And, it's a pity that the film treatments of it don't really come close to the words put down over half a century ago. And since I can't do better than those words, I'll let the final ones in the novel close this post out (to hear Robertson Dean say them, click here):
Robert Neville looked out over the new people of the earth. He knew he did not belong to them; he knew that, like the vampires, he was anathema and black terror to be destroyed. And, abruptly, the concept came, amusing to him even in his pain.
A coughing chuckle filled his throat. He turned and leaned against the wall while he swallowed the pills. Full circle, he thought while the final lethargy crept into his limbs. Full circle. A new terror born in death, a new superstition entering the unassailable fortress of forever.
I am legend.
Full Disclosure for the FTC: not one bit of compensation was had during the writing of this post (sadly enough). In fact, author Richard Matheson is one of the few people I'D PAY to have his autograph. And, no animals were harmed during the making of this movie. So there!

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