Showing posts with label Nineties. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nineties. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 22, 2026

Season 21 - Adam Bede (1991-1992)

For about six years in the late eighties and early nineties everyone seemed to fall under the mass delusion that Patsy Kensit could act. She was everywhere. I don't know if it's because of her music career with Eighth Wonder or the, to me, completely baffling successful of Absolute Beginners, but she was the "it girl" of the moment. As an aside, if a movie stars David Bowie and I buy it for a dollar at Half Price Books yet am never able to bring myself to finish watching it, that is the definition of a bad movie. In fact Robert Altman takes the piss out of it in the first few minutes of The Player. Now that is a movie worth watching. As for Adam Bede, the only reason I have this on DVD is because it was included in The George Eliot Collection and it was cheaper to buy the whole set than to buy Middlemarch separately, and I needed my Rufus Sewell. I know you know what I'm talking about. When I got the set ironically the first adaptation I watched was Adam Bede because I was in the mood for some Iain Glen. This was long before Game of Thrones and therefore the reason I was mildly obsessed with him was because of Wives and Daughters. You know I really think Mr. Preston and Cynthia could have made a go of it. But that wasn't to be. And ironically Adam Bede is just another Iain Glen doesn't get the girl story. And yes, it's a recurring theme. The only lasting impression I have of that first viewing is thinking how depressing it was. I also remember that I had some disappointment that Patsy Kensit survived. I mean, if she's going to darken my door the least she could do is slump over and expire on the stoop. What annoys me most about her casting is this is peak early nineties casting, Iain Glenn, James Wilby, Susannah Harker, and Alan Cox! Think how good this could have been without her? Especially when the supporting roles are played by Jean Marsh, Julia McKenzie, Freddie Jones, Patsy Byrne, and George Innes. Oh, and George Innes, he is fabulous. Most known for his roles in The Italian Job and Upstairs, Downstairs, he has only one scene where he's in the witness box and he describes the dead child Patsy Kensit's character has left under a bush, and it's just heartbreaking. Even if she wasn't guilty as sin, for being Patsy Kensit AND for abandoning the child James Wilby got her with, I would have convicted her just due to the testimony against her. To have one actor outshine everyone made you realize how pedestrian this adaptation is. It's nothing more than a girl being seduced by the lord of the manor and getting with child, thus destroying the good village boy who truly loved her. AKA Iain Glenn not getting the girl. Again. So therefore I maybe shouldn't lay all the blame on Patsy Kensit? I mean, her casting technically just adds to the peak early nineties vibe... And it's not like this rather pedestrian story could have been improved. At the end of the day her character was transported to Australia and the much nicer girl played by Susannah Harker got the boy. So, win win in the end? Or maybe it was a Pyrrhic victory?

Wednesday, October 2, 2024

Goosbumps

The Goosebumps series by R.L. Stine started in summer 1992. Seeing as I viewed myself as a sophisticated adult because I was just about to start high school I wasn't the target demographic. That would have been my brother who is four years younger than me. He loved authors like John Bellairs, so of course this fell into his wheelhouse. He wasn't a fanatic because his main loves were video games and WWF and WCW wrestling, but I remember him having a few books on his shelves, particularly Night of the Living Dummy. One thing R.L. Stine gets is what Rod Serling did before him, and that's that dummies are terrifying. Which is lucky, because this season is all about Stine's evil dummy. For the most part. It's about how the dummy has influenced, one might even say destroyed, two generations in Port Lawrence, Washington. The problem is it's hard to categorize this show, there's a nostalgia element but there's a lot of cheese too. You have horrific moments and then you have Justin Long doing some of the most insane physical humor you will ever see as the dummy possesses him. There's no inbetween. And the show isn't able to find a common ground. It doesn't know what it wants to be and I think this is because it's made by Disney. It wants to reach the widest audience possible so it hedges its bets. When it could go dark it goes funny, when it could go terrifying it goes gross. In that regard it does kind of want to be Buffy the Vampire Slayer, even with an alum of that show, the late and unlamented Forrest. But here's the thing, even Buffy wasn't able to find the sweet spot in telling a story about an evil dummy. The season one episode "The Puppet Show" is one of those ones if I was a person who skipped episodes when rewatching favorite shows I just might skip. It's a shame Sid had to show up in the second Buffy video game, because he's a horrible fighter, but it is what it is. What I'm trying to say is that it's like a once in a lifetime situation to get this balance right and in the end Goosebumps failed. I was willing to give it the benefit of the doubt, because there are solid episodes here, but the finale left me cold. Instead of bringing our Port Lawrence Scooby Gang together to vanquish the big bad instead we get a rambling episode about the origins of the dummy. We're in Egypt and traveling circuses, we're far away from our core cast. The town then gets possessed by the dummy and everyone has makeup like the henchmen from the Buffy musical as my brother pointed out. And I guess they win, it's very convoluted and Justin Long appears to still be possessed at the end and that's where we're left. Because while the show was renewed it was renewed as an anthology. So guess what? Next season we'll get new stories and characters that they might just as well leave on another cliffhanger. I mean, really!?! I invested my time in this uneven show and I'm not going to get closure!?! Not to mention that I feel like I need therapy because I realized I'm now the age of the parents of the teens on the show. At least the flashbacks to their high school years had the requisite amount of flannel. The flannel is all I have to comfort me now.

Wednesday, August 7, 2024

Book Review - Daryl Gregory's Spoonbenders

Spoonbenders by Daryl Gregory
Published by: Knopf
Publication Date: June 27th, 2017
Format: Kindle, 416 Pages
Rating: ★★
To Buy (different edition than one reviewed)

Fourteen year old Matty Telemachus rather awkwardly finds out he can astrally project. He's just thinking inappropriate thoughts about his cousin Mary Alice and discovers that when he's sexually aroused or, in this first instance, masterbating, he can leave his body behind. Which makes him wonder, is he unique or are his gifts inherited? It turns out that his family is none other than the Amazing Telemachus Family. They were the darlings of TV talk shows until they imploded on air. Which means no one in the family will talk to Matty about their past. Which makes him start digging. His grandfather and grandmother met in a government study into psychic powers. Teddy had conned his way in but Maureen was a genuine psychic. They fell in love and married, having three children. Irene, Matty's mother, is a human lie detector, Frankie is telekinetic, and Buddy can see the future. But the past is in the past and the family's powers have done nothing but destroy their lives, turning them into barely functional adults. Irene can't hold down a job or maintain a stable relationship, Frankie has used his powers for nefarious means and is now in deep with the mob, and Buddy, well, Buddy spends his time digging holes in the backyard and is practically nonverbal. In fact, when Frankie realizes his nephew has been perving on his daughter instead of taking him to task he decides to use Matty to help free himself from the mob. His genius plan is to rob the mob and then pay back his debt with their own money. No matter how "amazing" his family once was, any sane person can see that this plan is flawed. But Frankie, and the whole family, is desperate. Their mother was their rock and without her the family is spiraling. And now the CIA have come knocking. They were reviewing their files from Project Stargate and were wondering if any of the newest generation of family members had started exhibiting powers. Little do they know about Matty... Who might just be the key to solving all their problems, but not as Frankie had planned. The family is in for a reckoning and their whole world is about to change.

I feel like I've been swindled by Teddy Telemachus. If you read the actual blurb of the book you think this is going to be a romp about a gifted family. And it is not that. At all. This was a bait and switch. The best character, Maureen Telemachus, is dead and gone by the time the action starts, and the family isn't just dysfunctional but I dislike them all. Deeply. I was hoping for nostalgic television talk shows with psychic stunts, and instead this is just your basic boring Chicago mafia tale. With a whole heap of nineties historical inaccuracies. I assume the other decades also have historical inaccuracies, but I just caught the blatant ones from my childhood. A SNES doesn't have a standby light. It does have a light when the power is on. No standby light. And these inaccuracies just made me more annoyed with the book than I can adequately explain. It wasn't just that this wasn't the book I thought it would be, it was that it just wasn't a good book. Because having a deceptive blurb isn't the end of the world. In fact a book I read quite recently was nothing like I thought it would be and yet it still completely won me over. So much so that I had to order the sequel from England so that I could read it a full month early because of the US publication date not being synchronous. But all of these pale in comparison to my problem with Matty. Um, how are we supposed to feel about Matty? Because he really creeps me out. I know his cousin Mary Alice is adopted, thus skirting the whole incest vibe, but, um... Is he supposed to be the hero? Or is he supposed to embody how flawed the family is? Because as I said before and will say again, he just creeps me out. I read enough books with gifted people to know that emotion can trigger their powers, but did it have to be masterbating? And masterbating to thoughts of his cousin? Oh, and then when he can't trigger his powers near the end of the book when it's necessary to save their family Mary Alice lets him cop a feel!?! Ew, no, ick. I did not sign up for pervy incestuous teenagers trying to take down the mafia. I wish I could expunge this book from my mind because I feel dirty.

Wednesday, November 29, 2023

Karen Pirie

If you are looking for an author who is a BIG NAME in crime fiction you couldn't do better than Val McDermid. What's more, unlike other similar authors whose work has been adapted to the small screen she has either phenomenal good luck or is extremely involved in the process or maybe she's just incredibly picky because of the two series and one standalone that have been adapted they are all stellar. Wire in the Blood with Robson Green is a classic up there with Inspector Morse. As for Place of Execution? Stunning. It's one of those mysteries that stays with you forever. Every once in awhile I'll think on it and be amazed all over again. That miniseries also did a lot for changing the trajectory of Greg Wise's career to the deliciously dark. So I had expectations for Karen Pirie. But I also was totally blindsided by it because I got the wrong end of the stick. You see when they said that the show starred a "blonde from Outlander" I thought for some reason it was Nell Hudson who played Laoghaire, the bane of Jamie and Claire, instead it was Lauren Lyle who plays Marsali, Jamie and Claire's beloved daughter-in-law. Not that I'm complaining, because Lauren proved how perfect she was for this role, I'm just also really a fan of Nell Hudson because she was amazing on Victoria, though I'm still mad they killed her off. And in fairness I really didn't know how Lauren Lyle would have the time what with also filming Outlander, but thankfully that didn't seem to be a problem. What this adaptation showed more than anything is how to perfectly update you source material for the present day. In the original novel, The Distant Echo, the cold case that Karen Pirie is investigating happened in 1978 and is being investigated in 2003. Therefore to have that twenty-five year gap now this is heavy on the nineties nostalgia, but more than that it incorporates the citizen detective and true crime podcast culture that has just boomed in recent years. As for Karen herself, she's funny, she bounces around like a Whac-A-Mole. She has a sense of humor and lame style, she knows a good joke, knows she's good at her job, and knows it's a bad time to be a Karen. There's a sense of humor too which anyone who knows Val McDermid will know she possess, I remember she was doing a book signing in the US, sadly nowhere near me, but near my favorite bookstore, Murder by the Book, so I got a copy of her newest book for my mom's birthday, and I asked if she'd inscribe it "To Marian who's glad she doesn't live in Bradfield," Bradfield being where her Wire in the Blood books are set. She dutifully signed that and added "As am I." Which just cracked me up and made the present that much more special. So while there was a part of me who felt that the mtstery was a little pedestrian, it was riviting and fun and I am just so glad there's going to be more because I need more Karen Pirie in my life.

Wednesday, October 11, 2023

The Midnight Club

It was 2018 when I first heard about Mike Flanagan. He wrote and directed the most perfectly modernized and expanded version of The Haunting of Hill House for Netflix. It was the first time that I really felt that someone understood what Shirley Jackson was trying to do, and yes, that meant no Owen Wilson being decapitated I'm glad to say. He followed this up with The Haunting of Bly Manor two years later, making an adaptation of The Turn of the Screw that was actually watchable. I have issues with that Henry James story, to be sure, but Mike Flanagan made me forget them. Everyone wanted to know what classic piece of "house" horror literature was to follow, and it did take awhile to find out we'd be getting some Edgar Allan Poe with The Fall of the House of Usher, but he tided us over with the original Midnight Mass. But then, seemingly out of nowhere, it was announced he was adapting Christopher Pike's The Midnight Club. While the premise seemed dark, a hospice for terminally ill kids, I had faith in Flanagan. Faith in him and his stable of actors. Because like all the great directors, or like Ryan Murphy, Flanagan has drawn to him a troupe. I could just say Rahul Kohli and leave it at that, but I won't. OK, I will. I seriously only need Rahul to be happy. The problem is Flanagan envisioned this show as being a two season arc but he wasn't guaranteed the second season and then he went and signed a massive deal with Netflix's rival Amazon and that coupled with low ratings meant the show was cancelled and nothing was resolved. He thankfully posted what he had planned to achieve over two seasons and seeing as the pacing was so glacial he could have easily done what he wanted to in one. I mean, seriously, it took me months just to finish this first season and that took a lot of willpower. This series just had something missing. It was a disconnect. Like it caught the nineties vibe so well, but it was all surface. If you looked too closely you saw the cracks. You might have been brought to tears by a certain Green Day song, but when you realize they're somehow singing it two years too early you're taken out of the moment. And if you get distracted by Igby Rigney's clenched jaw head-tilt smile that perfectly channels Christian Slater just remember you could actually be watching Christian Slater instead of his and Ethan Embry's love child. I don't know what could have made it work. But the fatal flaw was trying to have each actor do too much. They have their main characters and then the characters they play in the stories they tell. Each episode does it's own horror trope, from Japanese horror to Black Swan psychological to teen serial killer to noir. And the way these stories within the story were told seemed a little too not just gimmicky but contrived. Like it was amateur dramatics in high school. In fact for some reason I'm thinking of the dream sequence in the Buffy the Vampire Slayer season four episode "Restless." It was like that level of bad acting but not on purpose. And don't get me started on how the bad wigs just added to the problem. This is easily Mike Flanagan's weakest show and I think the reason is it comes off as amateurish. This is the first project he has done based on material for a younger audience and I just don't think he knows how to write for that audience yet.

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