Showing posts with label slaying. Show all posts
Showing posts with label slaying. Show all posts

Friday, June 06, 2008

Attention: Worlds officially colliding

Buffy_lI read Entertainment Weekly's Popwatch blog semi-religiously. It keeps me in touch with what's happening in pop culture, it occasionally has some great things to dish about and it produces America's Next Top Doll, which makes me bust a gut every time.

Today, they brought up the Slayage Conference on the Whedonverse happening right this second in Arkansas. This is a fab conference, with lots of really fun Buffy geeks. I should know: I went to the first one in Nashville several years ago. I'm even an official "Buffyologist" since the paper I presented there subsequently was picked up and published in Slayage. And yes, it's part of the scholarship material of my tenure file (which, incidentally, went to outside readers this morning). I am very proud of my little piece on the treatment of race in the American musical genre and "Once More (with Feeling)" I am also particularly proud that one of my graduate students is there right now (hi, Lauren!) and can't wait to chat with her about her experience.

But I digress: back to Popwatch. I decided to leave a comment on the article earlier in the day. I checked back again tonight, just to see what else had been posted about the conference. And in the comments, I discovered the following comment left by someone named Alissa:

Middento is a professor at my school. This popwatch comments section has become too surreal.

Ah, the 'verse is small indeed. Not to mention surreal.

Sunday, October 29, 2006

Drácula sounds much better with an accent (Vampire Blog-a-Thon)

Those eyes: terrible, desperate, yet exhilerating. They are haunted, haunting. And yet you can see how those eyes can hold you in their power, in their venerable thrall. The eyes of Dracula.

Well, not quite. They are, rather, the eyes of Drácula. Don't forget that accent; in Spanish, that would be a spelling mistake.

The coming of sound caused many problems for Hollywood in the late 1920s, but one of the biggest involved all those movie-goers south of the border: the exceptionally large Latin American market. Starting in 1930, Universal attempted to reach out to these patrons by filming many of their established hits with the same scripts now acted out by Spanish-speaking actors. (Indeed, the "Mexican spitfire" Lupe Vélez largely became a star through her lead roles in both the English and Spanish versions of 1930's East Is West and 1931's Resurrection.)

Only a handful of these films were made before 1931, but the most famous -- and certainly the only one of these films that is widely available -- is the curious case of Drácula. The Spanish version is largely the result of a cost-cutting measure executed by producer Carl Laemmle, Jr. to literally make two films at once: the English version, directed by Freaks auteur Tod Browning, would film in the daytime while the Spanish version, directed by George Melford (The Shiek), would film using the same script and sets that night. The Browning version catapulted star Bela Lugosi to international fame and is today considered a classic on its own terms.

Don't get me wrong: Lugosi's singular stare is the stuff made of legends and the man's debonaire interpretation of the Vampire-to-end-all-vampires is brilliant. As a movie, however, Drácula is far better.

I just finished watching both films at the same time, one on my television and the other on my computer and while both feature relatively similar scripts, the two are strikingly different. Lupita Tovar -- who plays "Eva" (not "Mina") and provides an introduction for the film for the recently produced multi-disc package done by Universal -- indicates that the actors even had the same blocking marks at night as the daytime English cast, but that means little when the camera is set up in a different place or is doing something very different. For example, one of the iconic shots of Lugosi comes early in the film when the camera slowly tracks into a close-up of Dracula's face, eyes highlighted by a band of very bright light. This happens to be the first time that we see him and it's a very effective shot. The Spanish version introduces Carlos Villarías simikarly but with no moving camerañ Melford saves it instead for an extremely impressive shot on the staircase when Renfield (played frenetically by Pablo Álvarez Rubio) sees him for the first time. Browning creeps us out with his magnificent moving shot -- but Melford puts us into Renfield's shoes in a far more effective manner by giving us a far more dynamic shot (shown here) when the narrative deserves it, not just because we should ooh and aah. In many ways, Drácula is also far more human than Dracula. Oddly enough, this is partially due to Villarías' hands, which are significantly smaller than the craws that Lugosi bends into shape. Mostly, however, the effect seems to come from how Melford frames Drácula and Renfield together as they interact rather than isolating them in individual (and isolating) shots.

But what about Eva? Ahh, here is where the real difference lies in the two pictures: the treatment of the woman. For all that she does in the English version, Helen Chandler plays Mina as cold and aristocratic, like most female roles of the time. In Stoker's novel, however, Dracula is far more sexual and the fact that mostly women fall under his thrall implies a certain explicit sexuality which is only implied in Browning's film.

Not so Melford's version. Freed from the binds of the fledgling Production Code, Melford was able to show much more of what Drácula does to Eva and, even if he doesn't show all-out sex, the evidence is far clearer. For one thing, the Melford version actually shows the bite marks as evidence to the viewer, something denied in the Browning version. And please: look at these images here. First, Eva is drawn to Drácula in the night. Helen Chandler would not be wearing the shapely, sheer dress with which Lupita Tovar saunters saucily onto the screen. Even from far away, we can see why Drácula wants her, not to mention what he wants her for. Of course, the implication here is that Eva wants it, too. This shot culminates, by the way, in Drácula lifting his cape and Eva coming under his wing, which he clearly brings down in order to "kiss" her on the neck. Yes, there is a lot of Eva-kissing in this film -- on the hand, on the neck, kiss-kiss everywhere. (Poor Mina never gets to have any fun in Browning's film.)

And just look at her after Drácula has finally had his way with her! Yowza. Doesn't she look like she's about to start singing "I Feel Pretty"? That's because she got some Drác blood in her! Tovar plays Eva in a far more carefree manner than Chandler throughout the film, but the looser attitude really comes across here with the plunging neckline, the loose devil-may-(literally)-care hair and a stance that says "I'm a WOMAN now!!" Her fiancé, Juan, says, "I can hardly believe it! You're a different woman now!" Guess what, bucko: she is. Maybe you should have gotten to her first. By showing us some of these scenes, Melford's version of the Stoker tale not only stays faithful to the novel with its implied sexual tension, but also simply makes much more sense. Give me Lupita Tovar any day... but only if she bites.

This posting is part of the 2006 Vampire Blog-a-Thon, featuring over 40 other blogs all talking about vampire movies. Thanks to Nathaniel at The Film Experience for putting forth the idea! Check this page for information on all the other blogs, although I particularly like these:
Oh yeah -- and Happy Halloween!

Friday, October 20, 2006

Because there's just not enough blood in the world



Tune in on the 30th. I was tempted to do another riff on Buffy but, considering I've already done that (and professionally, even), I'm aiming for something more classic. (Or, more appropriately, más clásico.)

And no, Xan is not going trick-or-treating as a vampire. There is a costume, which we will try out this weekend, I think. And we have pumpkin. And we have a Costco-sized bag o' candy (because if you have it, they won't come, and if you don't have it, they will...with eggs...). Now we just need him to beg for more candy for us.

Friday, December 16, 2005

Christmastime is here

We interrupt this grading session to report that...

THE CHARLIE BROWN CHRISTMAS SPECIAL IS PLAYING ON TV RIGHT NOW!!

I realize I'm old-fashioned in this day and age of TiVo and everything-televised-on-DVD, but there's something special about catching this on television. It's just so neat.

If he weren't asleep, I would be waking up the boy. Then again, I still have to wait a few years until he can learn the Snoopy Dance. (And then, he can be like that other Xander. Not to mention me, since I do a mean Snoopy Dance.)

Speaking of this Christmas special, I discovered just now that Jody Watley has a version of the tune from this special that makes it sound very... well, let's just say it's a version that makes you want to snuggle at the fireplace.

(Hee hee, Lucy just said the "big Eastern syndicate" line, a metafictional dig at the world of comic strips. Have I mentioned I love the Vince Guaraldi Trio? Yay.)

Monday, July 25, 2005

X sometimes doesn't mark the spot

It is no secret that our son is named Alexander at least in part because of the television series Buffy the Vampire Slayer. The real reason is because we had agreed that he should have a name that could translate into the three languages that we speak -- English, Spanish and Polish -- which meant that he would not get my name, which doesn't translate into any other language at all. Alexander fit very nicely: Aleksander, Alejandro. Plus, it lent itself to the possibilities of a nickname with a "Z" sound, which would make me very happy. (My first choice, Zachary, had long been rejected by both my wife and my mother.)

We couldn't bring ourselves to call him "Xander," however, just because it would be a little too close to the series. Not that we don't love the character Xander Harris -- I, for one, perhaps identified a little too closely to his goofy, sad-sack ways and how much those indeed emulated my own high school experience. (Xander was cooler, however, than I was. Jenny can confirm that.) Angela found that a possible nickname was "Xan," which we thought was way cool, and there we go: our child's nickname.

A few months ago, I found out that an old college friend, Angela Lee, was moving to DC and indeed was also pregnant. She informed us that she was having a boy and that they too had decided on the name Alexander. I thought this was great. A couple weeks ago, right after she got to town, she came to see me on campus and she saw my Xander Harris action figure (in camouflage from the Halloween episode, purchased while I was at a conference from the New Orleans Tower Records entirely because it was 90% off). She said, "That's what Xander Harris is like?" I said, "Oh yeah," and then went off describing the character's life as a loveable loser. "Oh great," she said, "maybe I don't want him to be named that after all."

I laughed it off and didn't think about it. This last weekend, we were both headed to Annapolis to celebrate our friend Ric getting tenure at the USNA. (We were there to assure various people that, yes, Ric used to have very long hair.) I also finally met Angela's husband, whose name is Peter Harris.

It took me until the drive home when Angela finally spelled out for me the problem with now naming him Alexander: the fact that his last name would be, as it turns out, Harris. In other words, their son would have the exact name as the BTVS character.

Somehow I missed that.

Of course, she's 36 weeks pregnant and so far the only other name they have for their child is "Moo-Shiu Godzilla" so maybe there will be a real Alexander Harris after all. (Although wouldn't you want to be a kid named "Godzilla"? Your friend at the playground could point at you while you're arriving, then run away screaming while you stomp on sand sculptures emulating Tokyo. Plus, his initials would then be MSG.)

Thursday, July 21, 2005

I mean, why bother posting anything about my OWN life?

Today was really fun.
I got out of bed really early because I had terrible stomach cramps.

I feel sad, because Sarah and Britney are complete bitches. They told everyone I have an STD, just because I slept with both of their boyfriends on Saturday night.

I'm so happy. I just found out that I have been accepted into Harvard. And Yale. I don't know which to choose... oh, why is life so hard sometimes?

Last night I had to shave my entire body. Apparently, the lice that I caught from Amanda's friend are really hard to get rid of. I look quite strange with no hair and eyebrows. I'd post pictures, but my webcam is broken.

I want to tell the world that my girlfriend Amy is the bomb! She made pizza last night, and even though I burnt my lips on the cheese, it was awesome!!!

I am really annoyed with those assholes at _are_you_hotter_than_us_?, because I am so much cuter than them, and those photos don't do me justice. They can't reject me, so I'm starting my own rating community. Click here to join (the first five applicants are automatically accepted).

Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! Here's ten thousand photographs of my cat.

I want to say thanks to the academy for giving me this award.

I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said I have a terrible skin disease which prevents me from coming into contact with other human beings. And bipolar disorder.

You should all do this quiz! It's amazingly accurate. You just put in your name and birthday, and it will tell you you're a moron.

That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with my favourite Buffy fan-fiction piece I wrote last year when I was in hospital.

[Thanks to Frooder, whose LiveJournal entry involving this made me crack up. Back to reality of sorts next time.]

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Sunday, July 03, 2005

Why I can now be considered an expert if NPR needs information about musical demonology

I guess the editors of Slayage needed the article right away for a reason -- my article has indeed been published! And it fits so nicely with the rest of the work there!

For those of you who aren't Buffy freaks, this is a reason to roll your eyes. But for me -- hooray! (And again -- it counts professionally!) It's kind of ironic that it's the most recent thing I've written and one of the first to come out in print. There's something to be said for online publications.

Monday, June 27, 2005

Published!

Not that I should expect any of you to know this, but something finally happened which I have been waiting several years for.

As an academic, of course, I write. And occasionally, I try to publish some things. Up until recently, the only things I've had published have been book reviews (for Dispositio/n and Worldview). This coming year will be a minor banner year, since I have two articles coming out in book collections -- a piece on documentary aesthetics in Patricio Guzmán's Chile, memoria obstinada for a collection memorializing the thirtieth anniversary of the fall of the Allende government; and a piece excerpted from my own book on Peruvian film for a collection on "rural cinema" -- and one for the online journal for Buffy the Vampire Slayer on the musical episode.

However, one piece has been on my curriculum vitae now since 2001. I wrote the piece originally in 1995, I think, and first tried to get it published in Michigan Feminist Studies. They refused it -- not because it was bad quality, but because (so I was told by a horrified friend who was on staff there) they couldn't get past the fact that I saw the film Strange Days in a relatively positive light. Miffed, I sent the piece to a call for papers for a journal called FEMSPEC, a small journal which specialized in feminist takes on science fiction and fantasy. IT was accepted for the special issue, just in time for my being hired as a sabbatical placement when I first got to AU.

And then I waited.

And waited.

At some point, I assumed the journal folded and we were all lost in the shuffle. Needing to update my c.v. for my upcoming review this fall, I finally felt so embarrassed that this ancient piece was still in my "forthcoming" list that I thought perhaps I should take it off the c.v. I wrote to the editor one last time to ask if and when the issue would ever come out.

And then, I got this reply: "the issue came out months ago! i am so sorry that i didn't let you know, but other contributors had received an exam copy, so i assumed you did as well!"

Now, finally receiving my copy of FEMSPEC 5.1 (2004), I find my article "'This Is Not Film': Ef/Facing the Screen in Kathryn Bigelow's Strange Days" in print. At last, I am a published academic. (I would like to the journal's website but this issue is apparently the only one they don't yet have online, alas, so you will all just have to take my word for it.)

Nest step: New York Times best-seller.

Monday, June 13, 2005

Good things

Today was a good day. Here are some reasons why:
  1. 8:00 AM is a perfectly reasonable time to wake up. For those of you not in the know, Angela has rewarded my taking care of Xan full-time over the last month by taking him up to Cape Cod when her parents returned so I could get some work done. This was actually not my idea; when Ange suggested it, I said, "Oh no, I couldn't do that........or can I?" It's an amazingly generous offer and I love her all the more for it. (I will join them on Wednesday.) Of course, on Sunday, unprompted by any crying whatsoever, I was awake at 6:30. Very distressing. Today, however, my own circadian rhythms allowed me to come back to 8. How nice!
  2. I will soon be a Buffy scholar for real. Also in the news: my article on race and the musical episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer has been picked up by Slayage, the on-line academic journal for Buffy studies. You can stop laughing now, but I'm thrilled. Plus, it's legit: as a refereed academic journal, it actually counts as a "real" publication for my tenure file. I was supposed to finish revising it today, but I'll have to really finish it tomorrow when I go to UDC to look up a source.
  3. Ellen is da bomb. Our favorite short-story writer offered to help paint the newly refurbished walls of our laundry room. In addition to helping me purchase the gallons of Saffron Thread and Artisian Blue paint (it's gonna look like a freakin' cabana!! I'm so happy!!), this also offered us the opportunity to check out Udupi Palace's fine spread of South Indian buffet. I tried all sorts of stuff I've never had before. We filled ourselves silly. Really, it was scary how full we were. Happy, though.
  4. MJ has been acquitted. This is not necessarily a good thing, although it did have the hot dog vendor outside the Foggy Bottom metro stop amusingly say to people as they came out of the subway, "He's cleared of all charges! Watch your children everybody!" The good thing is that now that he's acquitted, he can go home. Where I hope he stays to leave the rest of us alone. Preferrably if he brings along Brit, K-Fed and their inevitably trailer-trash brat, too.
  5. I do not have a trailer-trash brat. Nope, my baby is amazingly cute and wonderful. I was carting around pictures in the book I was reading so I stared at him (along with one picture with my wife in it) lots on the metro rides today.
  6. Free food is good. I joined my buddy for dinner on his birthday, offering to pick up the tab as long as we went somewhere where drinks were involved. He suggested Bangkok Bistro, a Thai place in Georgetown. Not only was there fine food, but then we discovered that you get a free entree on your birthday! Done!
  7. Sometimes, it's better when the movie Begins. Another reason why I love Dave: he got us passes to a preview screening of Batman Begins. Did you know it's 141 minutes? I, for one, didn't even notice. And that, my friends, is always a very good sign. In a few words: probably the best storytelling we've seen this year. Definitely worth the price of a ticket, at least in my opinion.
  8. I got to embarass a woman. At the end of the film, there is a shot of a stethoscope. The idiot woman behind me says loudly to her companion, "Look, the stethoscope." I whipped around to face this ignorant dumb-ass bitch who clearly thinks she is watching a video in her living room instead of being a movie theater!!!! and say to her rather loudly, with a look of mock expression on my face, "No! Really? A stethoscope?!" And then stared at her until she turned away abashedly. I have been wanting to do that for a very. Long. Time. Because people need to be educated about how to watch movies and, dammit, that's what I do. And honey, I know you're proud of me.
  9. Said ignoramus was not the Movie Mom. It's always good to see Nell, if for no other reason than she's a really bright person to watch a movie with. I'm curious to see her take on the film since we didn't chat afterwards. She's a superstar because she remembered it was Dave's birthday, too. (That, and the hip jeans-and-t-shirt outfit that she was working. Never let it be said that the Movie Mom isn't both comfortable and fashionably inclined.)
  10. My cat likes me. Which is a step up from tolerating me. Actually, she was in my lap purring when I started typing this. Maybe that's because I turned the air conditioner on, though. Or maybe she needs food. I'll take the fuzzy love when I can get it.
  11. Chocolate chip cookies. Homemade. Mmmm.

I think that's enough for today.

Thursday, April 28, 2005

Anya would be very happy

I know that as a new parent, I have new inexplicable attitudes toward life in general and I'm not supposed to be morbid or anything. Then again, the other day I discovered I needed some Stephen King to calm down, and I've been included Depeche Mode's "Never Let Me Down Again" in my lullaby repertoire. And besides, Ange made him the most amazing quilt involving monsters in the hopes that he therefore won't be afraid of him.

So, perhaps I shouldn't be as concerned about the fact that I find this to be outrageously funny, in a horrible way. (The title of this post serves as a warning, though perhaps only the Buffy freaks will get it...)

Saturday, March 26, 2005

News from the Home Front

You’ll note from the posting time that it’s currently around 1:00 AM early Saturday morning. Angela let me sleep for about four hours, thank goodness, so I’m up for the long haul. Oddly enough, we did envision it this way, that she would take the mornings and I would take the late nights; unfortunately, of course, Xan obviously couldn’t hear us planning in utero and just keeps us awake all day and night. At the moment, he’s nursing while Ange is actually asleep. After going over the 10% body weight loss at the hospital (which is why he stayed an extra day), he is back up to 6 lbs. 13 oz. as of the pediatrician visit today. (He met Dr. Vijay for the first time and she declared him doing fabulously.)

I know I’ve promised the full story of the birth. Be patient – it’s coming. Everyone told me that I would have a hard time finding some time to do anything and, what do you know? everyone is right. Even while Angela was at the hospital, I have been frantically doing errands and checking email when I got home, so that I already wasn’t getting enough sleep before they both came home. As luck would have it, Linda, who came down to help out, caught a virus over the last couple days and is now banished temporarily to the basement, after acquiring some major drugs which should set things right quickly. Although I had to cancel a presentation I was to make today at the Literature Colloquium (on Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Dracula), I’m still planning on heading out to London for the SCMS conference. And at some point, I should finish the story on Xan’s birth. (It’s almost done, but Angela wants a look at it first, so we need some time, heh heh.)

Vega (our cat) is currently purring on top of my wrists at this very moment. Under normal circumstances, I would kick her off, but I’m glad right now since she’s been pretty much out of sorts since labor. She regards Xan VERY cautiously, although there was a great moment this morning when she and Xan eyed each other while he was in his car seat on the floor. She’s taking small steps and is otherwise staying in the basement with Linda where (a) things are more stable and (b) with a heater on downstairs running 24/7, it’s a tad warmer. Still, it’s nice to have her up here again.

I will say this, however: I’m totally smitten. Yes, he cries and I don’t know why. Yes, there is poo (although we’re at the stage where it still isn’t that bad yet). But he has the world’s biggest eyes and most adorable face. I love him so, I really do. I realize he’s probably hideously ugly or something and I really don’t care. I am incapable of seeing anything terribly wrong with him. Angela and I stare at him, making the most mysteriously intriguing sounds, or glaring at me while I’m reading to him from the Arabian Nights. We haven’t even watched the episode of 24 we taped the other day. It’s tough and we’re a little freaked out, but it really isn’t that bad. I{ve never seen anything cuter than my son's chin moving up and down while eating. There are some powerful emotions working these days around here and most of them are pretty good. I realize that I’ve been very blessed that I happen to be on sabbatical these days, that very few other dads get this experience these days.

More later…

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

What we learned from Jack & Bobby on the WB


We never watch this show. But dinner ran a little late today, and there was nothing else on. And we got hooked in. And, as it turns out, there were some good speeches we might want to remember as parenting tools for when Xan turns 13, or 17, or whatever.

  1. On whether or not you should like the girl who likes you: So you’re growing up, becoming the guy that girls want to date. But at some point you’re going to have to decide what kind of guy-that-girls-want-to-date you want to be. And that kind of guy doesn’t go after his best friend’s girl.
  2. On “the first time”: Sex is a kind of test. And not one that is determined by whether you’re good at it or not, but whether it’s right. You can have it early, but you might regret it. (OK, granted, Buffy did this in a far more effective manner, in that it demonstrated that having sex with someone may cause them to lose their soul. But still...)
  3. On cities: Apparently, Chicago is important, too. (Who knew?)

It's a little funny wandering into a scripted TV show where we're supposed to know all the characters' stories when you don't. Ange and I were both wondering who this random guy was, thinking, "If we watched this show, we'd know. And we actually care!" A sign of decent TV, I guess. It happens sometimes.

(Then again, I'm going to be like the Movie Mom, because she's so cool and didn't have her kids watch TV. I can be like her. Right? Maybe?!)

Thursday, March 03, 2005

Maybe we should name our son "Spike"...

Angela looked up a few names on the thing I posted yesterday and found it fascinating that the legal names "Willow" and "Xander" both went up significantly at the same time. "Buffy," on the other hand, peaked in the 70s and hasn't come up since.

On that note, responding to Oge's comment as to whether or not I should name my son after the guy who used to tackle me in the hallway and do the turkey trot on my chest, and who once locked me out of my room and e-mailed my future wife saying that I wanted to ravish her "voluptuous body" (which, granted, it is now, but still...): No. But it was worth a shot.