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The Nightmare Before Christmas - A 1000 Piece Puzzle from Disney

The Blair Witch Project (1999) - Trading Card #4

A rare book entitled "The Blair Witch Cult" was published in 1809. It was a collection of almost incoherent ramblings purporting to tell the history of the Blair Witch, describing archaic, often bloody rituals, and assorted witchcraft experiences. The only remaining copy is currently in the library of the Maryland Historical Society. Front: Objects displayed here were supposedly used by the Blair Witch cult in connection with the book.

The Blair Cult

No fabricated occult mythology would be complete without its own version of the equally fabricated Necromonicon, which is precisely what this "only remaining copy" of The Blair Witch Cult is.

The Abominable Dr. Phibes (1971) - Newspaper Ad

 

San Francisco Examiner - July 4, 1971The Abominable Dr. Phibes gets a nifty little shoutout in the July 4th edition of Examiner/Chronicle's Datebook, a few days prior to its opening on Wednesday, July 7th.

I was also pleased with the amount of love that this ghoulish little gem got doused with in the 'Horror Comedies' episode of the Shudder series Horror's Greatest.

The Alchemist (1985) - Soundtrack Collection

 

This release is partnered with Band's equally wonderful score for Zone Troopers, which was also released in 1985. But that is a subject for when, or if, I ever make it to the end of the alphabet.

Although The Alchemist was released in 1985, it had been filmed in 1981 and sat on a shelf for four whole years. Why was that? Well, based on all that I have seen, heard, and read about the film, it was terrible.
What is not terrible, however, is Richard Band's score, which the liner notes for this release describe as elegant and beautiful. I agree. Which marks this catalogue entry as the first of many examples on an excellent score having been composed for a less than excellent film.
In the liner notes Band says he wanted his music "to invoke not only a sense of sadness and resignation but also mystical love, beauty, retribution, and finality." It does.

Alien (1979) - Trading Card #1

Time: the future.

Place: the commercial towing vehicle "Nostromo", a gigantic Mineral Ore Refinery being tugged across the galaxy. Its crew, five men, two women, and one cat, are deep in hyper-sleep...

While it might be no big deal today, in 1979 an R-rated, and quite gory, monster movie having a bunch of merchandise aimed at children caused quite a bit of controversy.

I recall a segment of Sneak Previews wherein Gene Siskel took a moment to hold up one of Kenner's 18" Alien figures and rant about how vile it was for a toy company to make and sell something so inappropriate for children. 12-year-old me thought he was an overreacting, stick-in-the-mud jerk-face. Because that toy was fucking awesome and I wanted it, bad.

And who got it for Christmas in 1979? My younger brother. I got the soundtrack, Heavy Metal's Alien: The Illustrated Story, and Richard J. Anobile's Alien: The Movie Novel. So it goes.

Jujutsu Kaisen Volume 1 by Gege Akutami - Manga Review

In June of 2023 we visited the Universal Studios theme park in Osaka, Japan. While there something called the Jujutsu Kaisen: The Real 4-D ride caught my eye. Although I had no idea what Jujutsu Kaisen was, the ride looked like too much fun to miss out on.
Despite my understanding of the Japanese language being nonexistent, I was able to suss out and follow the ride's storyline. Characters from the series have come to investigate the opening of this new magic school in Osaka. They ask that the attraction riders help them out and a whole lot of immersive excitement ensues.
I had a great time and could not pass on the opportunity to purchase a Jujutsu Kaisen themed souvenir when exiting through the ubiquitous post-ride gift shop. I returned home with a set of Divine Dogs pens that I still have and, on occasion, like to use. Who's a good Divine Dog!?!?Another thing I returned home with was a strong desire to start reacquainting myself with the many awesome offerings to be found in the worlds of manga and anime. Which I have, albeit at a far slower pace than I had first anticipated... 
Slow pacing, however, is not a problem with Jujutsu Kaisen Volume One. At least in its opening chapter, where the storytelling zips from Point A to Point B to Point C at such a clip that I started to double and triple check that pages were not stuck together. There was, as Joe Bob Briggs would put it, "way too much plot getting in the way of the story."
Don't believe me? Well, here is a somewhat stream-lined version of the first chapter: First-year student Yuji Itadori wants to be a member of the Occult Research Club, but the School Council President would rather Itadori join a sports club and tries to abolish the Occult Research Club. Megumi Fushigoro arrives at the school, searching for a "special-grade" cursed object of some kind. Fushigoro, like the members of the Occult Research Club, notes that there is something "off" about the school's rugby field. Back to Itadori, who uses his impressive physical prowess to get out of joining a sport club and is allowed to join the Occult Research Club. He then has to rush to an important meeting, catching the attention of Fushigoro as he sprints past. This meeting is with his dying grandfather, who implores Itadori to use his strength to help people before departing this mortal coil. Fushigoro arrives to inform Itadori that he is there to take the cursed object Itadori found, but the other members of the Occult Research Club have the cursed object. They break its seal, unleash a curse, which attracts the curse at the rugby field and a battle ensues. If one curse ingests another, they grew stronger. Also, a curse can only be exorcised by another curse. So Itadori swallows the cursed object, which is a finger, in order to gain its power and destroy the rugby field curse. Turns out Itadori's impressive physical strength allows him to become something of a storage vessel for cursed objects...
And that is just the first chapter! I thought I was in serious trouble of exposition and action overload at the start of chapter two, which introduces the character of Satoru Gojo, but, thankfully, the pacing slowed down somewhat and the chaos became coherent. What had been a confounding delirium was now a delightful confection of goofball humor mixed with ghoulish horror.
Turns out that severed finger was once part of Ryomen Sukuna. Itadori not dying within seconds of ingesting Sukuna's finger, that he is able to control its malevolent power, is something of a major miracle.
As Earl (Fred Ward) from Tremors once said, "Change in plan." If Itadori ingests all of Sukuna's cursed fingers and toes, then, when Itadori dies, Sukuna will also die. Problem solved. Sort of. There are a few seriocomic obstacles Itadori needs to navigate before becoming a student at Jujutsu High, but there is never any doubt that he will become a member.
After all that is settled, the time comes to introduce the hammer and nail wielding Nobara Kugisaki. A strong and sassy country lass that has arrived in Tokyo to learn jujutsu and kick all manner of demonic ass.
This, I think, completes the formation of the quartet or so of primary characters that I saw on the ride. Which means the second half of the volume settles into an addictive blend of youthful snark and mortal danger.
I am hooked, for now...

The Blue Ghost - Newspaper Ad

 

Oakland Tribune - April 26, 1930Here is another ad that caught my eye while I was searching for other stuff. I felt it was worth clipping and sharing here based on the title alone. But what is it, exactly? Well, I did a little digging and this what little I learned...

The Blue Ghost, by Bernard McOwen and J.P. Riewerts, is an old dark house yarn wherein a group of people gather together at the gloomy home of one Dr. De Former. Their intention is to investigate the bizarre occurrences that are happening in the house and to solve the mystery of the blue ghost.

Although the Oakland Tribune did not have a critic review this production's brief run at the Dufwin Theater, they did quote a review from the Evening World that was for its concurrent Broadway performances. An unnamed critic is quoted raving at how, "Eerie, ghostly, uncanny things happened so fast and furiously that the weak gasped, the strong gulped, and the blasé blinked."

Uh, okay...

The Tribune article goes on to share how the production offered "sliding panels, clutching hands, ghostly apparitions, doors that open and shut without human touch, flying daggers, shots in the dark and cloaked figures." Wow. That sounds like a good time to me.

The article then closes with the observation that this new mystery play is "said to have more humor than a majority of its companions."

I also learned that co-writer Bernard J. McOwen played Dr. De Former on Broadway. That production opened on March 10, 1930 and closed in June of that year, after just 112 performances. About 14 weeks on the Great White Way, at what was once the Forrest Theater and is now the Eugene O'Neill Theatre.

Learning that factoid got me to do a little more digging, which uncovered a less than stellar review of The Blue Ghost that appeared in the March 11 edition of the Brooklyn Eagle. 

The unnamed critic for that paper derided the production as "one of those plays of creaking boards, flickering lights, windows that open and shut without rhyme or reason, and appearing and disappearing ghosts, gargoyles, clutching hands and arms - also without rhyme or reason." Ouch.

This critic notes that the cast "works hard with the material available," calls a character a racial slur, and closes with the opinion that The Blue Ghost "should have been billed a burlesque of a mystery play."

I feel compelled to add, although this is pretty much stating the obvious, the fact that racist language was used to describe a character, but not the performer, suggests that blackface was used in the production. It was 1930, after all...

The Abyss (1989) - Soundtrack Collection

 

There are myriad reasons as to why the year 1989 is lodged in both my memory and heart as being a special, happy, and magical time for me. Being able to see The Abyss on the big screen is one of those reasons.
The Terminator (1984) and Aliens (1986) had both blown me away, so I my anticipation for The Abyss was massive. What kind of sea monster(s) was writer-director James Cameron planning to unveil and unleash from the bottom of the ocean?
When one of my friends told me he had heard that Cameron described the film as more of a love story, that its plot did not involve any kind of monster threat, I was not the least bit disappointed or dissuaded. The Terminator had been propelled by a love story, after all. The strong emotional bond that was forged between Ripley and Newt is what gave Aliens its heartstring strumming heft. I knew that Cameron was capable of delivering something special, unique, and interesting with The Abyss, with or without a monster.

I was not wrong. The movie swept me away and, despite its theatrical version feeling a tad truncated to me, went on to become my favorite James Cameron movie. He might have made 'better' films, but none of them swept me away as completely as The Abyss.
The soundtrack release that accompanied the film turned out to be every bit as truncated and incomplete as the theatrical version. While it did offer a nice sampling of Alan Silvestri's enchanting and exciting score, the elements that I really loved about it were missing.
It took twenty-four years, but, in 2013, Varèse Sarabande finally managed to release this Deluxe Edition that contains Silvestri's complete score.
In his liner notes for the original album, and that were reprinted for this release, James Cameron described Silvestri's work as "by turns explosive, delicate, intensely emotional, wondrously expansive, mysterious, fiercely driving, tender, and ecclesiastical." I agree and do not feel capable of putting it any better than that.

Imajica by Clive Barker - Book Review

My first attempt to read Imajica was in 1991. At the time I was still pretty hot for Clive Barker's body... of work, that is. But my enthusiasm for it was starting to wane, big time.

While I had been wowed by the Books of Blood and blown away by Hellraiser, I struggled to make it through both The Damnation Game and Weaveworld. Then there was Cabal and whatever the hell its film adaptation Nightbreed was supposed to be. 
The Great and Secret Show, the book that preceded Imajica, felt like a return to form, but I was also noticing a distressing sameness to Barker's storytelling. In that he would create this vibrant 'other' world that was connected with, yet separated from, our 'real' world. His protagonist(s) would invariably be messianic figures that were destined, for better or worse, to bridge or connect or, in the case of Imajica, reconcile said worlds.
Going from Weaveworld to Cabal to The Great and Secret Show felt, to me, like reading the same story three times in a row. I was starting to wonder if Barker had anything else in him...
Which is where my mind was in 1991, when I cracked open Imajica for the very first time. I was also daunted by the massive scope and size of the book. It was around 800 pages long and, to be honest, I was favoring shorter, quicker reads at that time.
I made an indeterminate dent in the book before giving up on it. It seemed to me to be the same old stuff and I just was not in the mood for that. So, I shelved Imajica and moved on to other books.
There were only two other Barker works that I read after I bounced off of Imajica. One was The Thief of Always, which is my favorite, and Everville. Everville is supposed to be the middle part of a trilogy, The Great and Secret Show being the first part, but there has yet to be a conclusion and it has been thirty years and Barker is not getting any younger...
Oops, I have digressed and must return to Imajica and its five dominions.
Back in June, my mother-in-law decided to treat her entire family to a vacation. Knowing that we would be out of town and living out of a suitcase for well over a week, I thought it advisable to put something hefty on my Kindle. Something I could spend an extended period of time losing myself in. Which is how and why I decided that a second attempt at Imajica might be in order.
Well, it took almost five months, but I managed to finish the damn thing this time around. Was it worth it? No... and yes.
Since I have not read anything by Barker for the last 30 or so years, reading Imajica felt somewhat fresh. Somewhat because I was surprised at how clear my recall of those first 200 or so pages I had read, way back in 1991, was.
Once I got past those 200 or so pages, and started making my way through the next 200 or so pages, I began to notice a different kind of sameness to the work. It seemed that everybody the protagonists met or befriended did not seem all that long for this, or anything other, world. By the time I hit the halfway point I was conditioning myself to hold back my emotional investment with any of the supporting characters.
Also not helping was how several characters just... dropped out for what seemed like hundreds of pages, only to return for the briefest of moments, before being dispatched and tossed onto what was becoming an almost comically large pile of deceased tertiary characters.
I think that it was slowed down my reading zeal, more than anything. But I also wanted to finish the damn thing. To see if the dominions would be reconciled and what that would mean.
Well, I made it and, surprise of surprises, Barker's epic tale wore down my emotional defenses by the end. I closed Imajica with a smile on my face and a warm glow in my heart.
It is unlikely that I will every return to Imajica, but I am glad I managed to power through to its optimistic and joyful ending. I kind of needed it after the 800 or so pages that led up to it.

The Blair Witch Project (1999) - Trading Card #3

In the winter of 1786, all of Elly Kedward's witchcraft accusers, along with half of Blair's children, mysteriously vanished. Fearing a curse, the townspeople fled Blair and vowed never to utter Elly Kedward's name again. Front: An early woodcut depicting Kedward, bound on a wheelbarrow, banished to the freezing Black Woods.

Elly Kedward's Fate
I do love the depth and texture of the backstory created for the film.