Last week, the American Library Association posted their annual list of the most challenged and banned books in America. It’s an important thing to keep tab on because of the implications.
For one thing, once a book gains a reputation as controversial, especially a YA or children’s book, it’s unlikely to leave the list until a more controversial book comes out. It doesn’t matter if there are greater social implications in the book. Context makes no difference. The inclusion of controversial elements to address them in a way that makes sense to young people so they can be encouraged not to follow that behavior means nothing.
It’s been a while since I uploaded a new video, but the streak ends today. My Thomas Was Alone let’s play campaign continues with massive user error. Sure, the ominous pixel cloud is showing up more often for our intrepid rectangles, but I’m the biggest threat to their safety right now.
No horror game series ever grabbed my interest and scared me quite as much as Fatal Frame. Sure, I prefer Eternal Darkness: Sanity’s Requiem and even Illbleed, but neither of those continued after a first entry.
Fatal Frame is all about the camera obscura. Essentially, developer Tecmo created a mythology around existing technology. An actual camera obscura is an early projection device, the kind of thing used for entertainment in a parlor or by a travelling show to convince people ghosts are real.
In Fatal Frame, there is no trick of the imagination; the ghosts are real and the camera obscura is your only defense.
The BBC has released the most incredibly nerdy interactive infographic ever. They have mapped all of the time travel over twelve regenerations of Doctor Who (the War Doctor included). It’s astonishing.
Mind blowing level of detail
I can think of few filmmakers I’d be more interested in reading the debut novel of than David Cronenberg. The master of body horror and the modern psychological thriller has written a novel coming out on 2 September 2014.
The book trailer is something else. It’s a short film, really, and NSFW at that. Nothing gory happens, but there is nudity and dialogue suggesting the gore to come.
April is almost over and I’ve held up to my goal of at least one post a day, even during the stressful tech/performance week of Funny Girl.
Now things are getting real.
Next week, Sketchy Details @YouTube returns with a new schedule. I’ll be announcing that on Monday. I’m also aiming for at least two posts a day, Monday to Friday, for the rest of the year. I’m scheduling stuff in advance already for when I’m vacation in Florida next month. I’m plotting out the convention schedule and trying really hard to get panels picked up at big events. I’m a charming speaker in person, honest. There are a few other things on the back burner that are slowly going to role out before summer takes over. I’m excited for where this is going.
David Cronenberg’s newest film has a trailer and a premiere now. Maps to the Stars will debut in competition at the Cannes Film Festival this May. The trailer (subtitled in French) is…something else.
If my constant praise for the musical Taboo, the music of Boy George, and Drag Race contestants with a Club Kid aesthetic didn’t tip you off, allow me to be direct. I have a strong fascination with the NYC Club Kid culture of the 80s. It is such a twisted world of art, fashion, music, and fame to just dig into and play around with.
James St. James’ memoir Disco Bloodbath is adapted in appropriately strange and sarcastic ways for the feature film Party Monster. You know the whole story in the first two scenes. James St. James lives with party promoter Michael Alig in his apartment in NYC. Michael admits to the murder of drug dealer Angel in self defense. James, so used to the ridiculous lengths Michael will go to for his parties, assumes it’s a joke and ODs on heroin. The rest of the film is told in flashback, from the time the pair first meet to the final blowout party before Michael’s arrest.