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Tattoo Assassins

James Rolfe’s “Angry Video Game Nerd” is considerably more vulgar than the usual here, so I have to give a language warning. Nonetheless, I am reposting this video for the sole reason that, upon watching it, I suddenly want to see a bad-good comedy-action movie based on the never-released Mortal Kombat ripoff game Tattoo Assassins. That thing looks hilarious.

Anime Review: ‘Darling in the FRANXX’

Where “riding a giant robot” takes on a new meaning.

Darling in the FRANXX, written by Naotaki Hayashi, et al. Directed by Atsushi Nishigori. Starring Yûto Uemura, Kana Ichinose, and Nanami Yamashita. A-1 Pictures / Trigger, . 24 episodes of 24 minutes (approx. ). Not rated.

Available on Crunchyroll.

Darling in the FRANXX made a stir when it appeared in , though most of the buzz that reached my ears had little to do with the quality of the show itself. On the one hand, I saw people praising it because they regarded its heroine, a girl called Zero Two, as good waifu material—humorous, of course, but not serious criticism. On the other hand, and much more bizarre, I saw people attacking it because the show’s ultimate message is (gasp) that marrying and having children might be worthwhile things to do.

It is a strange world where such a message is controversial, yet here we are.
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Negative

The magical girl got the results of her test for the Chinese coronavirus back. The results were negative. So there is one case in our town, but so far zero confirmed cases in our house.

Currently working on Son of Hel, and I want to keep plugging away, so I’m not sure I’ll get a post up today. At the moment, I’m working on a sequence in which St. Nicholas entertains Queen Titania of Fairyland, so I’m researching full-course meals to make sure everything is proper and dignified. It’s making me hungry.

Updates in the Time of Quarantine

I’m a few days late on the next in my series of essays partly because I was watching both the theatrical and directors’-cut versions of both Alien and Aliens to refresh my memory. I am of the heretical opinion that the theatrical version of both movies is the superior one, an opinion I may discuss at greater length later.

For now, I wish to give a more personal update. The magical girl and I got married three weeks ahead of our original schedule because she’s a nurse, and I wanted to limit her contact with her elderly parents, with whom she was living. That’s why we got married in a private ceremony with the permission of our bishop, and we were just in time, as all public ceremonies of any sort were suspended just a week later.

Anyway, as I assumed would eventually happen, she’s now definitely been exposed to the virus at the hospital where she works, though her own test results aren’t back yet. In any case, if she has it, I definitely have it. We’re quarantining ourselves in our apartment right now while we wait. Nobody in our immediate vicinity, including the patient who tested positive at the hospital, is exhibiting symptoms.

It just so happens that we got this news right as we were beginning our break from work that was originally supposed to be the start of our marriage and honeymoon. That works out well for us: I’m off work anyway, but I’ll be put on administrative leave later if it looks like I need to stay away from my job for longer than our planned vacation.

Admittedly, the two of us are having a much better time than a great many people. While others are getting seriously ill or going stir-crazy, we’re on a little newlywed honeymoon staycation, which both of us are mostly enjoying, even without the slightly larger wedding and honeymoon we originally planned. In any case, the way events have played out have convinced me that I did the right thing to ask the bishop to let us marry early, a request he graciously granted even though it was Lent. I had some doubts at the time, naturally, but now I’m further convinced that was the right move.

‘Alien’ vs. ‘Bloodchild,’ Part 2

Today, as promised, we continue to compare and contrast the famous and influential film Alien with the less well-known but nonetheless celebrated short story “Bloodchild” by Octavia Butler. In this essay, I will tease out some of the themes and concepts behind Alien.

For much of the content in today’s post and in subsequent posts, I am indebted to Xenopedia, the Alien vs. Predator wiki, where hardworking fans have compiled a lot of history and trivia, as well as an essay I read many years ago and have not (alas) been able to relocate.

It was this essay, of unknown title and authorship, that first made me aware of the sexual symbolism behind the creature designs and situations in the Alien movie. The premise of the essay was that Alien is ultimately about “fear of female sexuality” (that men are terrified of horny women is one of feminism’s most popular canards). Although exhaustively explaining the film’s imagery, the essay failed to make its case, and I came away from it with the opinion that Alien is a mishmash of sexual menace with no real point behind it—an opinion I still hold, and which I will ultimately defend.

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‘Alien’ vs. ‘Bloodchild,’ Part 1

A couple of months ago, I sat down and rewatched Ridley Scott’s classic 1979 science-fiction horror film, Alien, a movie that was influential and unusual in cinema in large part because its sequels and spinoffs seemed bent on refuting it: Its well-received sequel Aliens, from James Cameron, deliberately went in a different direction, and the decidedly less well-received Alien 3 went in a different direction from that.

I recently saw a few of my mutuals on Twitter dissing the original film, calling it the product of a nihilistic era of cinema and accusing it of having few if any redeeming features. I am of a different opinion, so though I am ready to admit it has flaws, I am also happy to defend Alien as a great movie. But I think that greatness is at times despite, rather than because of, the film’s creators: There was a lot of pretentiousness behind Alien, but most of it either failed to make it to screen or was subtle enough that the average viewer could easily ignore it.

I wish to compare and contrast Alien with a short story by the late Octavia Butler, who in spite of her tragically short career and small corpus has over the last decade become something of a darling amongst the more vocally politically left wing of the science-fiction community. I read her story “Bloodchild” years ago, and it quickly became one of my favorites. It is in concept so similar to Alien that I convinced myself she meant it as a sort of answer to, or subversion of, the movie’s themes—which is not impossible, since she published the story in 1985, well after Alien made its appearance.

Perhaps I haven’t looked hard enough, but I have not seen anyone else discuss the parallels between these works. Although the subdued but sexually charged imagery of Alien has been interpreted (and over-interpreted) time and again thanks in large part to the unique creature design by the always-creepy H. R. Giger, most who discuss Butler are too busy obsessing over her black skin or her womanhood to grant her the place she deserves in the larger field of science fiction.

What characterizes both of these works, the horror film and the short story, is that they depict humans—vulnerable and mostly unwitting—coming into contact with an extraterrestrial species with endoparasitoid reproduction: That’s a two-bit way of saying these aliens spend their early life growing inside a host, which they then kill. In the real world, this kind of parasitism is known mostly from insects, but it’s creepy and disconcerting enough to make good fodder for sci-fi.

In both stories, the parasitically reproducing aliens are huge, powerful, and at times violent. Thematically, both Alien and “Bloodchild” use their basic concept for similar ends, presenting a sort of monstrous sexual menace involving a reversal of the usual roles, with men becoming “impregnated” and giving a gruesome kind of birth.

In this aspect, however, “Bloodchild” is the more successful of the two. The alien in Alien is simply a monster running on instinct. Although the screenwriter, Dan O’Bannon, described the action of the “facehugger”—an intermediate creature that implants the alien’s embryo—as performing “oral, homosexual rape,” this probably doesn’t come across to most casual viewers: The thing is an animal and acts like one. It’s a parasite, and what it does cannot, strictly speaking, be called either homosexual or rape.

By contrast, “Bloodchild” depicts the endoparasitic aliens (called “Tlic,” unfortunately) as intelligent and reasonably civilized, so the relationship between the Tlic and the humans who bear their young becomes a mutual one that is nonetheless fraught with tension. Butler herself described “Bloodchild” as a love story, and though that is likely to raise the average reader’s eyebrows as much as O’Bannon’s talk of homosexual rape does, she has more justification for that description.

By coincidence, O’Bannon originally planned something remotely similar for Alien: His original concept had the alien growing out of a ravenous adolescence into a calm and enlightened adulthood, and he envisioned an advanced alien civilization with an entire religion based around its inhabitants’ peculiar reproductive methods.

This of course never came to fruition, as the final version of the creature is simply a movie monster. Nonetheless, O’Bannon’s muse apparently grabbed Butler later to tease out the ideas he had left undeveloped.

Tomorrow, we’ll begin diving more deeply into the origins, plot lines, and themes of these works. Stay tuned.

Happy Easter

I’m not posting as much as I should because I’m still kind of in honeymoon mode. But it’s been a productive day for me, and I have to admit, in spite of this whole business, I’ve kind of enjoyed being quarantined with my new wife. Originally, before everything went down, we were supposed to have our marriage and honeymoon this next week, so we still have a block of time off coming up, which we’ll now have as a staycation (both of us, fortunately, are still able to work during all of this). Today, I made her brunch while we streamed an Easter Mass from her home country—the Philippines—over her phone.

I also finished a writing project I’ve been working on and a book I’ve been reading, and yesterday I finished something else I want to talk about—so I should have some posts of substance in the next couple of days.

Unfortunately, I still don’t have a publisher at the moment. I have manuscripts out, but what with everything going on, I don’t respect quick responses right now, so I’ll wait a few months before I begin shopping the manuscripts to other places. Anyone reading this blog will of course be first to know if something breaks. I’m contemplating self-publishing Jake and the Dynamo and its sequels.

For now, though, I think it’s time to get to the writing project I intended to start after the one I just finished.

Also, I’ve been really dissatisfied with my physical state since they closed the gym I go to, but my magical girl just introduced me to a great app for home workouts. I did a good one today that left me panting and will continue tomorrow, so I think I can get back in shape. I’m all around in a good mood right now.

I realize not everyone is doing so well, but I hope for good things for all my readers. Stay safe, and happy Easter. He is risen.

I Drink

This is an excerpt from one of my favorite “poems.” I put that in quotation marks because I discovered, after the fact, that these are actually song lyrics. They are probably under copyright, so I quote only in part:

I drink to drive away all the years I have hated,
The ambitions frustrated that no longer survive.
I drink day after day to the chaos behind me,
Yes, I drink to remind me that I still am alive.

So I give you a toast to the endless confusions,
To the lies and delusions that have swallowed my life.
Yes, I give you a toast to the wine and the roses,
To the deadly cirrhosis that can cut like a knife.

For the children unborn, for their dead, phantom faces,
For our sterile embraces in the tomb of your bed.
I drink, and I mourn for the harvest that failed,
For the ship that has sailed, for the hope that is dead.

Yes, I drink till I burst in my own degradation,
To the edge of damnation that is waiting below.
Yes, I drink with a thirst that destroys and depraves me
And cuffs and enslaves me, and will never let go.

To me, these lyrics are so stark, so raw, that they deserve to be read in a muted tone, surrounded by dead silence. I was shocked not only to learn that they come from a song, but also that the song sounds … well, in my opinion, too upbeat. The song is by Charles Aznavour, a Frenchman who had mastered several languages and produced a wide range of music. He also has a great voice and clearly writes pretty good poetry in English.

Here he is:

With all due respect, I just don’t find that crushing enough. The music and the voice are too beautiful for the ugly content. These lyrics, by themselves, are one of the poems I turn to from time to time for catharsis, but the song, I admit, I don’t care for. Of course, my knowledge of music is limited, so there may be something here I’m missing.

So I’m Married

I have to apologize again for failing to post regularly, but at least I have an excuse this time: I’ve been on my honeymoon, sort of.

Since the global zombie apocalypse or equivalent is currently underway, things have been kind of weird for the magical girl and me. Naturally, our wedding plans fell apart—but that didn’t stop us. We originally planned to marry after Easter, but for reasons having to do with the current global situation, we got permission from our archdiocese to have a private wedding during Lent.

We were married in a small ceremony with exactly nine people, including us and the priest. We took “social distancing” wedding photos, which are charming in a way, but which I won’t display here as I don’t intend to slap photos of real people up on the internet without permission.

We had a self-isolation honeymoon, which also wasn’t what we planned, but was nice in its own way. Both of us had to work, though. The magical girl is a nurse, and she couldn’t get much time off. Most of my work I’m currently doing from home.