Wes Craven’s 1995 film, A Vampire in Brooklyn was so bad, not even the fierceness of Angela Bassett could save it. Given, the borough’s growing hipster cache, it was only a matter of time till the vamps came back.
Too much or too little information?
Potential readers, I need your help.
I set out to write an entertaining little fiction, a commuter read with some naughty bits. But to paraphrase Ms Tina Turner, I never do anything nice and easy. But how you could write about Marie Duplessis and make her a
vampire in the 21st century and not reference La Traviata? Somewhere in the world, it’s probably being performed even as I write this. How could my Marie not have an opinion about her
Review — Only Lovers Left Alive — Pomo Vamp Art Film
THERE BE SPOILERS HERE
If you call your main characters, “Adam” and “Eve” you’re probably going for metaphor. But for the life of me, the deeper meaning of Jim Jarmusch’s retro-stylish pomo vampire art film, Only Lover’s Left Alive eludes me.
The undead Adam (Tom Hiddleston) lives in Detroit which here appears to be an almost uninhabited post-acopolyptic landscape. Not literally, but when out driving at night there are few other cars and no pedestrians. He’s a musician with a severe case of ennui. He’s suicidally depressed and blames it mostly on the living for having made such a mess of things and are terminally stupid.
He gets his blood from a hospital worker. Under this movie’s rules, it
Buzz — Still Doing It Wrong
Still putting the polish on my book – awaiting feedback from my minions, endless rounds of proofreading, line-by-line edits, etc – trying to see how much I can do “on my own” — book production-wise — and coming up against limits where I least expect them.
For those paying attention, this isn’t my first SP experience, but I’m determined to make it my best.
Meantime, because I can’t just reread the damn thing twenty-four hours a day, I’ve been working on