One Minute Book Reviews: Yule Edition

Happy Yule, everyone! I read all nine of these books today. I can very easily read seven or eight or even nine books in one day. I wrote all the reviews before I read the books, too. I already knew what the books were about and whether I liked them or not before I read them. I had pithy, funny things to say about each book already prepared by the time I started reading. I can read a book just by touching it. I can move books around on the shelf with my mind. I moved the books around on my shelf with my mind then snapped the above photo using the magic cameras in my eyes. Then I uploaded the photo, along with the reviews, to my blog, which is what you're reading right now (and for that I humbly thank you).

SELECTED UNPUBLISHED BLOG POSTS OF A MEXICAN PANDA EXPRESS EMPLOYEE (Megan Boyle, 2011) Want to hear something crazy? So I gave my copy of this book to my friend Hootie for Christmas. Right before I wrapped it, I opened the book and pointed at a random passage, which was about feeding Cheez-Its to a cat. Then I brought the book to the coffee shop where Hootie works and guess what? Hootie was wearing a Cheez-Its sweatshirt! Then I showed her the part of the book about the Cheez-Its and she said she feeds her cat Cheez-Its too!!!!!!! Crazy synchronicity, right? This is less a book and more a way of life. Immediately once you start reading, you notice a change in how you’re thinking, writing, tweeting, eating, interacting with people, imagining stuff, looking at your cats. Anyone could have thoughts like these, but no one else could have these exact thoughts, which makes the book feel both universal and thrillingly, perfectly singular. It feels like there’s a little Megan Boyle shaped narrator in my brain now. Hurray!

LEAVE SOCIETY (Tao Lin, 2022) This is the first Tao Lin book I’ve read, based on Josh Sherman’s recommendation. The only other (literary) thing I’ve read by Tao is “A Poem Written by a Bear,” which my friend Michael gave me when he enrolled in my boarding school, aged 23, and groomed me and all my friends. I don’t know why they let Michael into the school, it was fine though. None of us cared. He acted the same age as us, or honestly even younger. Plus I was on so much acid back then, I didn’t really know what was happening around me on any meaningful level anyway. And I always loved the Tao Lin poem, it really stuck with me. I loved Leave Society, too. I think it works on multiple levels: as an obsessive chronicle of the affects and peculiarities of ordinary life; as a sort of anti-odyssey, where in a series of episodes a blasé hero encounters not monsters or witches but dentists, doctors, and energy healers; and as the diary of a dreamer, a flawed yet earnest and warm-hearted seeker, searching for meaning in a world increasingly troubled by mediation, distraction, and toxic chemicals. I also came away from the book with an improved understanding of the term “autofiction,” which here seems less to mean “fiction about one’s self” or “autobiographical fiction” and more “writing that acknowledges, enjoys, and engages with the idea that one’s life is an ever-unfolding work of art.” 

THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE (Shirley Jackson, 1959) I think a case could be made for this being the most influential novel of the 20th century, especially if you take into account film and not just literature. Every haunted house movie, every ghost story, every James Wan’s The Conjuring, every The Shining, every Netflix horror miniseries owes a debt to this book. And I bet some of them don’t even realize they’re referencing its images and ideas. It’s all bled into the culture so much. But like omg. This book is so, so good. It’s so elegant and sharply written, so psychologically acute, so FUNNY, and, when it gets there, so absolutely terrifying. I read it with my book club and it seemed like everyone loved it, even those who don’t usually go for spooky stuff. And even seasoned horror fans find it frightening. I don’t know what else to say. I love this book so much. 

THE SHINING (Stephen King, 1977) WOW, this book has a lot of N bombs! The Overlook Hotel lobs psychic N’s at Dick Hallorann so hard, he almost falls off his snowmobile and over a cliff. I kept wondering if King could still get away with all these N’s in today’s society. Or if he would even still attempt it. I mean, I guess he’s pretty untouchable at this point. What can I say about a book like The Shining? It’s perfect. Even the annoying/stupid parts (ie the evil hedge animals) are perfect. I’m sure this has been said a lot, but the thing I loved about it the most is how it’s like…600 some pages, and Jack doesn’t even really fully lose his mind until 450-500 pages in. It’s just all slowly building tension and suspense. And the writing is so stripped-down, unpretentious, there are no mannerisms, almost no affect. It’s just bloody brilliant. 

ANYBODY HOME? (Michael J. Seidlinger, 2022) Certain stylistic choices kept me from loving this one. The writing is engaging and clever, with a great flow. I blew through it in a couple of nights. But I found little to differentiate the characters, particularly the five home invaders, and I struggled to care about any of the victims. I think the author wanted readers to view events unfolding from a clinical distance, through a dispassionate, chilly, impersonal lens, and he definitely achieved that. Whether that’s to your liking, I leave it up to you to decide. (FWIW, I would see a movie based on this book, and I actually think the material would be better suited to the screen than the page). 

FINALLY, SOME GOOD NEWS (Delicious Tacos, 2022) Is it possible to find happiness in a world where your decisions have already been made by others? Where corporations dictate your every move, from the clothes you wear, to the food you eat, to the car you drive, to the places you go on vacation? Where you're essentially owned by the company you work for, and the banks who sold you loans? Where you're a slave to the desires of your body and the sinister machinations of late stage capitalism? Me, I wouldn't know, because I left society after reading Tao Lin's book, and I now live in a hut I built out of mud and sticks in the Alaskan wilderness. But if you do want to know the answers, I would ask Delicious Tacos. He seems like he thinks about these things a lot. Hell of a writer, too.

THE CROWLEY TAROT: THE HANDBOOK TO THE CARDS (Akron & Hajo Banzhaf, 1995). I got this because I don’t understand the book Crowley himself wrote regarding the Thoth deck. I don’t even know where my copy of the Crowley book is now, I may have sold it. The guy at the shop where I bought this was having a mental breakdown of some sort. He was talking very fast, burning too much sage, and weeping, and he followed me out to my car trying to tell me stuff about the universe after I checked out. I hope he's okay, I'm worried about him. The book is good so far, it’s much more clear and easy to understand than the stuff Crowley wrote. But honestly I’ve only read like 7 pages so far and I’m just including it here to make it seem like I read more books in the past couple months than I actually did. 

DONALD GOINES (Calvin Westra, 2022) Propulsive, repugnant, shocking, nasty, wholesome, hallucinatory, filled with masturbation and puppets, richly imagined, minimalist prose but maximalist plot/imagery, tripped out, referential & allusive yet totally unique, and also just a beautifully designed, joyful object that makes you happy when you hold it in your hands. I loved Calvin’s previous book Family Annihilator and I love this one too. 

EVERYTHING IS TOTALLY FINE (Zac Smith, 2022) I still haven’t finished this. I’m reading it right now. I mean like, right now right now, not right now in general. I’m sitting here reading it as I type this. I’m typing with both hands and holding the book under my chin and reading it upside down, and I’m also masturbating at the same time by rubbing my computer against my erect penis. I’m also drinking an Arnold Palmer through a straw, and juggling several bowling pins using my feet, and I’m naked. I’m catching the bowling pins between my toes, which are grossly enlarged and have wide boiling pin shaped indentations between them. The pins are making a sound like thwut thwut thwut as they land in the spaces between my toes, and the laptop is making a sound like dkl dkl dkl as it rubs against my penis. Now I am sticking out my tongue and waggling it at you as I do all of this. Now I am in jail because you called the cops on me for doing all of those previous things. Now I am getting called out on a blog post for style stealing (the gravest of all literary crimes) because I stole Zac Smith’s style when I wrote this review of Zac Smith’s book Everything Is Totally Fine by Zac Smith by Eveything is Totally Fine Zac Smith by Zac smith and published it on my Zac Smith blog is everything is Tottally Zacc Smith blog is totally Zac smithh is everything blog is totally fine is everything is totally fine by Zac Smith.

One Minute Movie Reviews (II)

 

I watched all these movies over the past month or so, some in theaters, and some at home on my laptop. I go to see most any horror that comes out, even though most are kind of bad these days. I’ve seen articles saying this has been a “banner year” for horror, which is true I guess, if you go by Rotten Tomatoes. Personally I would welcome something that shook up the formula a bit, something that went beyond the ComicCon style of “hehehehe spoooooky!” horror that’s in vogue these days. I blame Sam Raimi for that, by the way. And look, I love The Evil Dead. It’s a great film, and so is the sequel. But it’s still his fault, okay? Also, the whole Marvel thing is his fault, too. It all started with that gay ass Spider-Man bullshit. Everything is Sam Raimi’s fault basically. But it’s not all bad. You can still find a lot of cool shit to watch online, if you know where to look. For horror and cult stuff, I recommend Arrow, which my friend Bradley turned me onto. They’ve got lots of weird, obscure shit you can’t get anywhere else. Shoutout Bradley. 

SMILE (Parker Finn, 2022) Out of all the recent milquetoast horrors to come out in theaters, this one was probably my favorite, which is funny, because it’s also probably the least formally daring. Compared to Pearl or Barbarian, Smile doesn’t take many risks, but there’s a certain inventiveness in the way it builds tension, and I actually found it scarier than I was expecting to. There are off-kilter stylistic choices that create an unnerving, intense atmosphere of dread, like how Finn shoots his creepy actors looking straight at the camera, or the nausea-inducing upside-down establishing shots of trees and city buildings, or the gray-blue pallor of the interior shots. The style and plot borrow heavily from the American remake of The Ring, adeptly mining audience nostalgia while providing just enough original imagery to keep you entertained.

HALLOWEEN ENDS (David Gordon Green, 2022) I didn’t like the first two Halloweens in the new trilogy, but I did like this one, which is funny because it leans into certain aspects I disliked about 1 and 2, sometimes even harder than those ones did. Maybe it’s that here the filmmakers felt more committed to the weirdness. Ends begins with a nasty little prelude that far surpasses anything in the first two films, and then proceeds to go off the rails, oscillating wildly in tone and bouncing awkwardly between discordant plot threads. I loved that it felt like a schlocky, silly, ‘80s style slasher, instead of adopting the dreadfully somber tone that afflicts all the slasher reboots starting in the early oughts. There was something so much more disturbing about cartoonish, tonally discordant, makeup-heavy freakouts like Nightmare on Elm Street 3, compared to the like, Ridley Scott/Jerry Bruckheimer-i-fied hyper-realist/action-y reboot aesthetic that began in 2003 with Marcus Nispel's Texas Chainsaw Massacre. I thought the filmmakers tapped into that anarchic ‘80s spirit quite well. Character deaths were disturbing and visceral. Jamie Lee Curtis got to have her “moment.” Overall, not bad.

PEARL (Ti West, 2022) Was anyone really clamoring for an origin story about the murderous crone from X (Ti West, 2022)? I read somewhere that West and Mia Goth wrote the script for this in two weeks, and when I read that, I was like yeah, that makes sense. I wonder if they did a lot of coke when they were writing it. I don’t know if this was a good movie or not. I didn’t get why the mom was German. A lot of the details didn’t make sense. Plus I just wanted it to be way more unhinged. The scarecrow sex scene was pretty unhinged, but then it kind of got more and more “hinged” from that point on. The Technicolor Wizard of Oz aesthetic was nice to look at. Mia Goth has an awesome, crazy, giant face, which is incredibly nice to look at. She really carries the whole movie. Without her, it would have been an absolute bust. The dance audition sequence was wonderful. I just wanted them to push everything way, way further. Everything should have been 10x more over the top. 

BARBARIAN (Zach Cregger, 2022) Honestly? It’s giving improv comedy. I got serious “Yes, and…” vibes from this one. I liked the first half, which was clean, tight, and suspenseful. The two lead actors were well-matched and perfectly cast. The Detroit setting was effectively creepy. I hated the plot twist. I hated how the movie abandons its protagonist halfway through and starts over with a new main character. It just felt like the writers ran out of ideas and started adding a bunch of random shit without any regard to what came before. You could tell they thought they were making something outrageous and unhinged, but in the end it was way less than the sum of its references. I felt deeply irritated any time Justin Long was onscreen. The “MeToo” plot felt already dated, and also just annoying and pointless. 

THIS IS THE END (Seth Rogen, 2013) I watched this on Netflix because I think Jay Baruchel is cute. Baruchel was okay in the movie, which had one or two chuckles but no belly laughs. The special effects at the end were entertaining. Seth Rogan tries so hard to be affable and likable, all his characters are these lovable doofuses. I wish he would do a movie where you see him as a raging, sociopathic, narcissistic, evil, shithead. Maybe like, as a murderous acid casualty or something. I doubt he would do it, though. He seems very self-aware and conscious about his image. Oh well. 

UNFAITHFUL (Adrian Lyne, 2001) A filthy sex movie for perverts. I loved it! I want to write a 7,000 word essay analyzing this movie according to the different sweaters the characters wear. If you’ve ever dreamed of having raunchy, filthy sex with Diane Lane inside of a Williams Sonoma catalog, this is the flick for you. 

FALL (Scott Mann, 2022) This is a B movie about two hot rock climber chicks who get stuck on top of an abandoned 2000-foot radio tower in the middle of the desert. If you hear that description and think you might enjoy it, you almost definitely will. I think the filmmakers made the absolute best possible version of their concept. My palms were sweating to an uncomfortable degree. The scene with the turkey vulture was terrific. Probably wouldn’t play as well on a small screen. Jeffrey Dean Morgan was criminally underutilized. They should have cast a no-name in his part, or deleted that character entirely.

JACOB’S LADDER (Adrian Lyne, 1990) A bleak and disturbing film which posits life on Earth as a kind of purgatory between life and afterlife. I love the way the film resists traditional narrative structure, and operates instead according to the surreal, associative logic of dreams. There is something of Kafka in its labyrinthine, Chinese finger-trap, nightmare-you-can’t-wake-from structure. The film is especially lauded for its horrifying imagery, which famously inspired the design of the Silent Hill video games, and it’s easy to see why. The hospital sequence in particular will haunt your dreams. Great performances from Tim Robbins and Danny Aiello. 

DELIVERANCE (John Boorman, 1972) Whooooo-eee! Wow. I thought I knew what was coming, but I was totally unprepared. A truly shocking movie, which combines extraordinary artistry with brutal exploitation. It kind of reminded me of Tobe Hooper’s Texas Chainsaw Massacre. It has the same kind of visceral, down-n-dirty, twisted redneck energy. The scene where Jon Voight reaches the summit of the cliff and looks down over the rapids is breathtaking. The “squeal like a pig” sequence is certainly among the greatest ass rape scenes in American cinema, if not the outright best. Highly recommend this one.

TERRIFIER (Damien Leone, 2016) Felt like I needed a shower after watching this. It is grubby and disgusting, and utterly pointless except as a means to depict the nastiest, grisliest violence you could possibly imagine. There were times I had to look away from my computer screen, it’s that gross. No plot, no character development, just brutality. I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone really. HOWEVER. In my opinion, there is an undeniable power and grit to this film. There are layers on layers of grimy texture in the production design. The acting is much better than it has any right to be. And the character of Art the Clown…I mean. Damien Leone, the writer-director, clearly has a direct psychic link to some sort of malevolent demonic entity. Which is kind of what horror is all about, no? At its root? Showing us our demons? If you like snuff-adjacent, radical, pornographic horror…well, I still can’t in good conscience recommend this movie. But, you know. If that’s what you’re looking for, I can’t stop you. Consider yourself warned. 

TOP GUN: MAVERICK (Joseph Kosinski, 2022) This is the greatest motion picture ever made. And if you disagree, you’re clearly a puppet of Vladimir PUTIN!!!!

One Minute Book Reviews

Happy autumn, bookworms! And what could be better, on a crisp fall day, than donning your comfiest sweater and curling up with a book? 

I’m excited to get back into writing about books! After my dishonorable discharge from PhD school in 2016, I installed a block in my brain around criticism, writing about books, and having thoughts about stuff more generally. I put myself through hell in grad school, trying to be smart enough and live up to my own unrealistic expectations. My experience there quite literally drove me insane. So, you can see why there’d be a block. I’m hoping that with this blog, I’ll be able to ease back into criticism in a gentle way, and hopefully not cause another mental breakdown. Or if I do have another mental breakdown, at least now I’ll be able to blog about it. And THAT’S using lemons to make lemonade! ;)

These are all the books I read in the past ~2 months or so, in no particular order. 

THE BACCHAE (Euripedes, 407 BC) By golly, this play has everything! Hordes of frothing, hallucinating women…cattle stripped of their flesh…fountains of milk and wine spurting from the soil…living mountains…emasculated kings…brutal dismemberments…shapeshifting gods…cannibalism…cross-dressing…everything! This is one of my favorite works of literature. I read it for the first time in college, and I’ve enjoyed revisiting it every couple of years since then. It is a bloody, brutal phantasmagoria that depicts what happens when man refuses to acknowledge the godliness of the gods. The moral of the play can be summed up with this quotation, spoken by Cadmus following the tragedy’s climax: “If there is anyone who holds deities in contempt, let him consider this man’s [Pentheus’] death and believe in the gods.” 

THE PUSSY DETECTIVE (DuVay Knox, 2022) I was sold on this book as soon as I heard the premise. A detective who specializes in lost and missing pussy? Genius. I was expecting the book to follow a more traditional mystery-noir-detective plot trajectory, but that’s not really what it’s about. The pussy detective is less a “detective” as such, and more of a sexual-psychospiritual healer. The mysteries he solves are inner mysteries – mysteries of the human psyche, and spirit – and pussy. This is a bawdy, funny novel about spiritual regrooving. The thing that really makes it pop is the style. DuVay Knox is a born wordsmith, and you can practically taste the delight he takes in the possibilities of language – taking it apart, putting it back together in new ways: what his narrator calls “being Ebonically incorrect.” The ending leaves plenty of room for a sequel, or even a series, which I would definitely be excited to read should it come to fruition. 

DETRANSITION, BABY (Torrey Peters, 2021) A beautiful piece of literary fiction, a sort of dramedy of manners, hyper attuned to the emotional-energetic matrix of transfeminine experience. For Torrey Peters’ characters, even in detransition there is no escape from the monologue, the internal/infernal perpetual armchair gender theorist. Torrey writes these characters so well that it almost hurts to read. I wanted to give the characters a Xanax. I wanted to give them a hug. I wanted them to calm down, they need to discover meditation or something. It feels like a weird way to praise Torrey’s writing, but I think it’s a testament to the book’s success that you kind of get sick of these people. Or at least I did, which maybe says more about me than it does about the book. 

DARRYL (Jackie Ess, 2021) A hilarious, searching novel about the struggle of types to become individuals. One of the most genius uses of “character” as a literary device I’ve ever seen. The book is structured as a series of comic monologues; it could be performed as a one-man play and I bet it would be a big hit. Generically it begins as a sex farce, then darkens and deepens into a transgressive psychosexual thriller (or maybe it’s a dark psychosexual thriller from the beginning, but the narrator is too naive to realize that’s what’s happening?) I read it twice, first on my own and second with my book club. Some of the people in my book club didn’t like Darryl as a character – they felt he was unlikable, or even that he was too much of a cuck and that that made him irritating. I definitely liked the book more the first time. The second time I did get a little sick of the character. But the comedy is so sparkling, and the voice is so perfect and precise. It carried me through. Jackie Ess is the smartest kind of writer – the kind who doesn’t ever feel the need to prove her intelligence. Adopting Darryl’s voice allows her to poke and prod at the excesses of contemporary subcultural grouping mechanisms without moralizing or seeming disingenuous or rude.

LAZY EYES (James Nulick, 2022) James Nulick is frighteningly brilliant. His sentences are silky, seductive, mysterious, prismatic, like glittering jewels. He inhabits his characters like a shadowy puppeteer. James has told me he’s not a believer but I almost don’t believe him. Or maybe I do, maybe he’s not a believer, but his writing is – kind of like how Courtney Love says she’s not psychic but her lyrics are. My favorite stories in the collection were the ones involving animals – “Claws,” where the narrator is a cat yearning to be reincarnated as a human, and “The Black Doberman,” which anatomizes the erotic tension between a couple and their dog. Dark, disturbing, haunted, and haunting stuff. 

NARROW ROOMS (James Purdy, 1978) This book is wild! It’s like…mythological gay retard gothic sex melodrama set in the Appalachian mountains. It is gory and horrifying. It also has some really weird sex scenes. I like a book that depicts the abject horror of being a gay man. I wonder if that’s why Purdy hasn’t been canonized, even in the world of gay literature: his work is too bleak and distressing to fit into popular historical narratives of diversity, assimilation, rising above struggle, etc. It’s not a pleasant vision of homosexuality, or life, or love, or fate. But I think it’s a very deep one, and true. 

IN A SHALLOW GRAVE (James Purdy, 1975) One of the strangest and most moving love stories I’ve ever read. There is a comic element here that’s missing from Narrow Rooms, I think in part due to its first-person narrator. The narrator of this book was disfigured in Vietnam, and all his bones and arteries and veins are on the outside of his body. He sits in his old farmhouse writing letters to the woman he thought he would marry, who is terrified of him now on account of his inside-out appearance. I don't want to spoil what happens, it's too perfect, so if anything about that description sounds interesting to you, just read it. I think it rivals Wuthering Heights, in terms of wild, Gothic, weird, funny, slightly supernatural love stories. 

MARIGOLD (Troy James Weaver, 2016) This is such a beautiful book on every level, from the style to the pacing to the voice to the interior design to the cover. It’s a work of art that fits in your pocket. Other authors & presses should take notes. Troy’s voice is so precisely his, when you read it you go: Only one person in the entire history of the universe could have written this. And that’s especially impressive given the book's brevity and economy of means. There is so much feeling in this book, contained in so few words. It is intense and poetic and bleakly comic. It cuts clean through to the bone. 

HOW TO HEAL YOURSELF WHEN NO ONE ELSE CAN (Amy B. Scher, 2020) I didn’t read this straight through, just skimmed parts and skipped around to get to the exercises. The basic thesis of the book is that many physical illnesses are caused by thought patterns buried deep within the subconscious mind. Negative experiences from your past, or even experiences from past lives, “install” harmful thoughts and beliefs that manifest in various physical and psychic symptoms. The book includes exercises to help readers hack into the subconscious mind and reprogram these harmful thoughts and beliefs, as a means of energetic self-healing. I found the argument of the book compelling, but so far haven’t noticed any improvements in my health after doing the exercises. The idea that my subconscious mind is making me sick in order to protect me resonates on  a very deep level. I’m going to continue with the exercises, and will write another review if I see any improvement in my symptoms. 

THE RICHEST MAN IN BABYLON (George S. Clason, 1926) My uncle recommended I read this to learn more about personal finance. I read the first few chapters. It’s kind of boring but it has good advice if you’re interested in developing a healthier relationship with money. My favorite piece of advice in the book is to remember that a portion of all the money you earn is yours to keep. I never really thought about it that way before.

THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY (OSCAR WILDE, 1891) RIP Oscar Wilde – you would have loved TWITTER. I didn’t actually finish this, and I wasn’t paying very close attention to the 40 or so pages that I did read. I just couldn’t get on the right wavelength, I guess. I did however enjoy the aphorisms that form the book’s famous “Preface," including this one: "All art is quite useless."

One Minute Cat Reviews

I love cats! I’ve never met a bad one. Or, I should say, even the bad ones are good ones in my book. My two cats fill my days with happiness and delight. If I’m ever in a bad mood, all I have to do is seek one of them out, and all my worries melt away. I can always count on cats to put a smile on my face. Here are my reviews. 

LILOU (aka DEEDOO aka “THE DAINTY DAME”) Lilou is a wonderful cat. She’s 15 years old! She is pleasantly plump and has beautiful black fur and white whiskers. She enjoys being scratched and petted lightly on her cheeks, head, and under her chin. She does not like getting scratched or petted on her back, sides, stomach, or rump. She is sensitive. Her meow is a deep, full-throated, richly sonorous bellow. She enjoys catching moths, flies, and even the occasional mouse. She likes crunchy cat treats and dry food. She only likes one brand and flavor of wet food. For a special treat she likes tuna. Some may opine that Lilou can be rather curmudgeonly or aloof in temperament, but in my view her no-nonsense attitude merely adds to her charm. Lately she has been eating a diet composed solely of wet food, which has improved her personality as well as her figure, and added to the shimmering luster of her coat. Indeed it seems as though she has been in some sense reconstituted by this moisture-rich diet. When she eats, she does so quite daintily, using her tongue to lap up the food one tiny nibble at a time. This habit is what earns her the affectionate moniker: “THE DAINTY DAME!” 

EMILIO (aka EMILE) Emilio…what a great cat! He is approximately two to two-and-a-half years old. It is difficult to pinpoint his precise age, owing to the fact that he was feral for the first months of his life. As a kitten, he emerged from the forest near my house, and was often wont to stare longingly in the direction of the kitchen, hoping, I could only surmise, for a cookie or scrap of fish or meat. Only after about six months of regular feeding, did he become comfortable enough to enter the house and become part of our kitty family. Emilio has beautiful black fur and gray whiskers. He is lithe, sleek, and deadly, the ultimate mouser. When he becomes excited, the fur on his tail poofs up immensely, and resembles an old bottle brush. He enjoys being petted and brushed, and also enjoys snuggling. His meow is a tinny, high-pitched squeak. He can be extremely annoying, especially when he is hungry, which is all the time. He will eat almost anything, he’s basically a vacuum. Why, I’ve seen him catch and eat four mice in a row, one after the next after the next. I’ve seen him eat mouse after mouse until he vomits. It’s disgusting. He is endlessly affectionate and loves to give lots of kisses, snuggles, and headbutts. But watch out! He’s frisky, too, and has no qualms about shedding blood, even the blood of them that he’s closest to. 

Lilou’s Big Meow

Emilio’s Extraordinary Poof

One Minute Fast Food Chicken Sandwich Reviews

A chicken sandwich post? In 2022? Are you insane?!?!?!

I know, I know. I’m a few years behind the curve. The Chicken Sandwich Wars were so 2020. But I think it’s actually worthwhile to take a retrospective glance. To look back on the carnage and the glory, to get a real sense of the winners and losers of this incredible period in fast food history. 

Also, I still haven’t read enough books to do a book reviews post. So this is what you get instead.

SPICY CRISPY CHICKEN SANDWICH (McDonald’s, $4.99) When I tried this sandwich it was fresh, crisp, and smothered in pale orange sauce. I think the sauce is mayonnaise based. It’s not particularly spicy if you’re used to spice. There isn’t much of a “flavor” to the sauce that I can discern, I’m guessing it’s just cayenne and paprika or something. Sometimes the sandwich comes so slathered in sauce it’s dangerous to eat. Each mouthful is wet and sloppy. Gobs of sauce dribble out the back every time you take a bite. In fact, the sandwich is so wet, I think it should be called the “wet chicken” sandwich instead of the spicy chicken sandwich. It has a couple of pickles on it but you can’t really taste them over the sauce and the fried chicken patty. The bun is either toasted or colored in some way to make it look like it’s toasted. The piece of chicken is fairly small compared to some of the others on the list. All in all, it’s a delicious fast food sandwich. 

SPICY CH’KING SANDWICH (Burger King, $4.99) I love the name of this sandwich because it reminds me of Maggy, my favorite character from Little Dorrit, who loves going to the hospital to eat oranges and “chicking.” What a joy it is to pretend to be Maggy, squealing with delight while you sit in your car in the Burger King parking lot, repeatedly shouting the word “chicking” and devouring this delectable sandwich. The sandwich looks like it’s going to be a “wet chicken” like its McDonald’s counterpart, but in reality it tastes fairly dry. I guess the wetness is just an optical illusion. The large piece of fried chicken is drenched in a tangy, spicy-sweet glaze. There’s also a dollop of spicy mayo, and of course some pickles. This sandwich is exciting and festive, it feels like you’re eating a fried chicken feast on a bun! That said, it’s also liable to give you a stomach ache if you’re not careful. At 1500 calories, it’s one of the least healthy fast food sandwiches ever created. 

NB: This menu item has been RETIRED and is no longer available at most Burger King locations. A quick review of the available evidence suggests that while the sandwich was well-received critically, it did not sell well enough to earn a permanent slot on the ever-evolving BK menu. A tragic casualty of the Chicken Sandwich Wars to be sure. 

SPICY CHICKEN SANDWICH TACO (Taco Bell, $1-2???) I got this a long time ago, I can barely remember it. But I do remember it being pretty gross. The little of piece of fried chicken looked like a revolting gray larva wrapped in a soft taco shell. I love Taco Bell, this is just not what they do. Clearly it was an effort to capitalize on the Chicken Sandwich Wars, but not nearly enough thought or effort was put into the design and flavor of this product. It was discontinued after only a month on the menu, so if you managed to get one, good on you, I guess.

THE CHICKEN SANDWICH (POPEYE’S, $3.99, pictured in photo)  This is the only chain I visited so confident in the quality of its fried chicken sandwich that it places said sandwich as option number ONE on its menu. This is the unequivocal winner of the Chicken Sandwich Wars, the big daddy of them all. There’s simply no contest. The bun is correct, buttery and warm. The piece of chicken is large and decadent. The pickles are thick. The dollop of mayo is perfectly proportioned. The breading is on point. It is perfectly fried without being greasy, how do they do it? There were lines down the block when this sandwich came out, and it’s easy to see why. To this day, many locations sell out of the sandwich well before closing. If you haven’t tried it, what are you waiting for? 

SPICY CHICKEN SANDWICH (Wendy’s, $4.69) I’m going to be honest: I only tried this because Popeye’s ran out of chicken sandwiches and this was next door. With all due respect to Dave (may he RIP), this is just not in the same league as the big dogs. It’s much more of a traditional fast food sandwich, it doesn’t even really taste like chicken, it’s more of a gloopy, mushy flavor mélange. The spiciness is nonexistent, there is supposedly a “unique, fiery blend of peppers and spices” fried into the breading, but the only notes I detected were mayo, mayo, and more mayo. I’m not saying it was bad, it just tastes like depression. It’s not really something to “enjoy,” it’s more of a memento mori. You want to eat it fast and feel the trans-fats glooping catastrophically into your blood. Get that little hit of impending death, and get on with your life. 

SPICY CHICKEN SANDWICH (KFC, $6.99) One of the greasiest, gloppiest, stinkiest wet chickens out there. And at $7.55 including tax it’s no bargain, either! This is sort of like a drugstore dupe for the Popeye’s sandwich, but at almost twice the cost, so what’s the point? Everything is just slightly down a par. I think they could use some quality control. The one thing I will say is that the spiciness of the sauce, while not overpowering during the consumption of the sandwich, lingered delightfully on the palate for minutes after eating. I definitely enjoyed this sandwich, but I wouldn’t go back anytime soon. As a matter of fact, I won’t be going back to any of these places in the near future, I feel kind of sick. Just broccoli and brown rice will be good for a while. Tiny pieces of spinach or something. Broiled fish. You know, stuff like that.

One Minute Movie Reviews

 

I was inspired to make a blog after reading Zac Smith's and Crow Jonah's book review blogs. I like the idea of doing short, pithy reviews of things. I decided to start with some movie reviews because I haven't read that many books lately. Maybe I'll read more books now that I have this blog. Anyway, these are the movies I watched most recently, in no particular order, followed by my thoughts and impressions of each movie. 

THE TALENTED MR. RIPLEY (Anthony Minghella, 1999) Remember when they used to make those big, bloated, lavish Oscar bait movies, and everyone wanted to see them? With beautiful music, impossibly sexy actors, gorgeous locations, expensive clothes, stunning cinematography? Remember style? Remember taste? Remember class? Remember when people were excited about the movies? There’s something slightly off about the rhythm of this. It goes on and on, it’s dour and humorless, the characters are unpleasant – but who cares, I loved it anyway. The actors are perfect – this was Jude Law’s big breakthrough part! Matt Damon was known mostly for Good Will Hunting; here he plays the world’s most evil faggot – Yum! Gwyneth Paltrow and Cate Blanchett are great too, and Philip Seymour Hoffman. Everything looks expensive and tasteful, everything is well thought-out. The compositions are gorgeous, some even (dare I say) iconic. I loved all the scenes where they’re fixing drinks or espressos or eating pastries outside on little terraces or writing on typewriters or sailing beautiful boats. I wanted to get lost in this movie. 

PREY (Dan Trachtenberg, 2022) Where’s Arnold? Where’s Sly? Where’s the NAVY Seals? Who’s this Pocahontas bitch? Why does she want to hunt so bad? Shouldn’t she be harvesting maize or gathering nuts and berries? How’s she going to kill the Predator when she can’t even get a rabbit with her tomahawk? So many questions! Lots of CGI animals in this. Mice, snakes, ants, mountain lion, deer, bear, birds, and so much more. The movie was kind of okay. I liked that it was unpretentious, lithe, a fair amount of carnage. The lead actress was good. The running time was correct. It was fine. I didn't live. 

NOPE (Jordan Peele, 2022) I enjoyed the visual style, the ambition, the lead performance from Keke Palmer, the horrific sequence with the chimpanzee, the witty dialogue. I didn’t care for the twist, the third act didn’t work for me at all. Most of the roles were badly miscast. The creature design seemed weirdly cloying, like if Pixar tried to make a monster movie. Keith David had just one or two lines, why cast him at all? He should have been the main guy and Kaluuya’s character should have died at the beginning instead. I was alone in the theater but for two developmentally disabled women, who kept shrieking at the screen in obvious consternation, yelling things like “THIS MOVIE DON’T MAKE NO SENSE!” and so forth. I think I enjoyed it more than they did, but only just. 

THE BLACK PHONE (Scott Derrickson, 2021) I loved this for some reason, the ending filled me with emotion. I kept thinking of Gene Siskel’s avowed hatred of films that put children in peril, and how I feel the exact opposite. I like when movies are manipulative, I like when kids are in danger. I liked how the kid comes of age in the torture cellar. In that regard it was similar to Prey actually – they’re both about finding your strength in the most challenging circumstances, and both use straightforward, uncomplicated genre trappings to riff on the hero’s journey archetype. The period details were fun, Ethan Hawke was creepy.  Nothing groundbreaking, but it's slick and competent and sentimental in a nice way. 

IT (Andy Muschietti, 2017) Boy did I hate this movie. So boring, so literal, what a piece of crap! Looks cheap even though it obviously cost a lot. The ghosts and ghouls all look dumb and fake, even Pennywise looks bad. The actor who plays him is fine, but they drown him in CGI, sucks. Plays like a series of bad outtakes from Stranger Things. Incompetent. Zero scares. The kid actors are annoying, none of the characters have any development or dimension. The music choices are weird. Nobody should be allowed to make a sci-fi/horror movie/show where a group of kids rides around town on their bikes while trying to solve a supernatural mystery for a very long time, a decade at least. It’s played out, it’s no good. Something else, something else. 

EYES WIDE SHUT (Stanley Kubrick, 1999) One of the things film can do better than any other medium is mimic the experience of dreaming. Painting, photography, music, literature – they can all do parts of it, but as a fully immersive audio-visual experience, only film can truly capture the logic, the rhythms, the textures of the subconscious mind. Has any film better depicted the experience of dreaming a sexual nightmare than this one? One of the great surrealist masterpieces. The running time flew by, I couldn’t look away. The sets are glorious, so rich with character and detail. Nicole Kidman in her see-thru camisole, the bathroom behind her suffused in eerie blue light: iconic. Alan Cumming as the giggling gay concierge: yes! The sequence in the costume shop: sickening, debauched, uproarious. Every detail is perfect, every surface considered for maximum effect. The marble staircases, the hooker’s apartment, the jazz club, the red carpeting on Sydney Pollack’s pool table. Critics hated the orgy sequence when this was released, can you imagine? I found it suffused with power and strange mystery. There are glimmers of Lynch’s Twin Peaks, Żuławski’s Possession, other classic New York-at-night films like Scorsese’s After Hours and Schrader’s Light Sleeper. I was also reminded a bit of Polanski’s The Ninth Gate, released the same year – another unjustly maligned thriller featuring an iconic male actor stumbling into a cabal of wealthy occultists. This is the better one though, obviously – it's a classic, easily one of the best movies ever. 

BODIES BODIES BODIES (Halina Reign, 2022) I liked this but I sort of get the feeling I might like it less in a few weeks. Remember Garden State? Ugh – I adored it…for 72 hours. Within a week of seeing it I despised it, and myself. I couldn’t believe it, couldn’t trust my own feelings, my own judgment. The movie version of Chicago? I had the soundtrack on CD, knew the words to all the songs. Then, at art camp, there was this other gay kid I didn’t like, he was playing the soundtrack on a boom box, singing along to all the words and dancing in an obnoxious way, doing jazz hands. Is that how I look to other people? I wondered. I didn’t watch another musical for years. I was obsessed with Donnie Darko all through high school. Later I was so embarrassed, how could I have liked something so silly? Now I think I would probably like it again. My tastes have reverted back to when I was 15. I’m going to start listening to Sublime, grow out my hair, wear giant hoodies and baggy jeans with patches sewn on the knees, smoke hand-rolled cigs, take mushrooms…Just kidding. What were we talking about? Bodies Bodies Bodies…I liked the humorous use of contemporary discourse lingo. I liked when the characters “called each other out” for comedic effect. I liked the actors. I liked that the ostensible heroine was kind of just a weird lump (relatable!). This was like a better version of Scream 5, what I think the Scream 5 filmmakers were going for, but with a much better grip on the narcissist zoomer "type," and sharper dialogue. Like Gosford Park by way of Jennifer's Body.