Heh, great comment left here ripping on the Twilight series:
Vampires are not emo high school kids. Vampires are not angsty romance-novel cover models in poufy shirts. Vampires are not hunky guys who just happen to nibble your neck now and then.
Let me be clear: Vampires are walking corpses who feed on the living. When you watch Night of the Living Dead or any other “zombie” movie, you’re really watching vampires. Those dudes are vampires but we call them zombies because George Romero is a fucking illiterate.
Now and then you get a super-genius vampire who studied sorcery at the Devil’s school in Transylvania (it’s like Hogwarts, except that one out of every ten students gets dragged off to Hell instead of graduating — so long, Ron!) and by sheer superhuman force of will has retained his intelligence and cunning even in death. That’s how you get Dracula. He’s scary because he’s a shambling undead bloodsucker who isn’t a mindless killing machine. Oh, and Dracula didn’t spend his time wearing a God-damned white tie and tails. He dressed in regular clothes because he wanted to blend in, not look like some drunk in a vampire costume.
The whole idea of a “good” or sympathetic vampire is asinine. It’s like writing fiction about a nice SS officer or a sympathetic psychopath. If vampires were good, they’d go ahead and fucking die already, because their very existence is a sin against God and nature. They are cursed walking corpses who fucking kill people. That’s why we call them monsters.
If I ever meet Stephanie Meyers or Anne Rice I’m going to lock them in a room with a hunger-crazed animated corpse and see how long they think the blasphemous monstrosity is sexy.
Posted by: Trimegistus at February 08, 2010 10:04 PM
Dirty Harry at Liberty Film Festival’s blog LIBERTAS has details of a new war movie/documentary called Brothers at War by Jake Rademacher, sponsored by Gary Sinise and Jon Voight. Dirty Harry went to see a private screening and came away very impressed with the film:
Last night was an industry event, not a political one, with the goal of finding Brothers At War domestic distribution. After the standing ovation it received, there’s hope, but I’m not holding my breath. This is a not a look at the United States military anti-war Hollywood will be eager to rally around. Though it’s a warts-and-all documentary, when it’s over you can’t help but admire these professional, fiercely intelligent warriors who believe in their mission.
What makes the film so effective is its honesty. Unlike these anti-war documentaries and narratives where you feel manipulated by the narrow context of what the filmmaker is choosing to show you, Brothers at War feels fully fleshed out. There are plenty of horrific moments to bolster the anti-war argument and many hopeful moments to arm the other side, but what rises from all of this are those magnificent men and women who serve their country by leaving their loved ones behind to run towards danger.
The anti-troop propagandist would choose only to show our guys cussing, annoyed with slow-moving Iraqi soldiers, and strutting their machismo. The pro-troop propagandist would choose only to show the brave, heroic, and vulnerable moments. Rademacher shows it all, and when the smoke clears heroes emerge.
You can go to the official site and watch a 7-minute trailer.