I’m sure I’m not the first to point out that only unlikable characters die in the first Die Hard movie, and this is a sharp contrast to all the others. Even the uber-safecracker Theo, the only likable terrorist, survives Die Hard 1. It’s also notable that Theo doesn’t actually kill anyone, which might be a deciding factor in surviving that first movie and actually presages the McClane character arc through the next two films. Is John being punished for his kills, righteous or otherwise? And, so, like some twisted episode of Quantum Leap, he must set right what has gone wrong in Die Hard 2 and face the poorly written demons of his own creation in Die Hard 3?
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This weekend, I tried to make a list of ill-conceived sequels that ruined the original movies, but found it hard going. There are so many obvious examples that leap to mind, but most of them can be dismissed, forgiven, or explained away. This left me without an article and once again back to the blank page and the fear that Amazon will remove Greatsociety from their Kindle subscription service whatever thing, and I’ve come to rely on the eight cents a month I earn from that bullshit. Without that eight cents, I won’t be able to pay my monthly hooker. Who, yes, is a white mouse in a tiny adorable tutu. Because that’s all you can get for eight cents. But that’s all I need. Just put her on my penis with a string tied around her and let her scramble for freedom. Hauntingly similar to how I treat all of my girlfriends.
To appease the Kindle gods, I’ll write, instead, about my long journey (one hour on Saturday) rationalizing the existence of some horrible sequels.
Continue reading ‘Bad Sequels and the Men Who Love Them’
Nine years ago, I wrote an article titled Cheeta Lives which, as I review it today, appears to have been written under the influence of Sudafed and illegally imported bathtub gin. At the time, Cheeta was 71 years old and living the high life in a retirement home, fawned after by nurses and addicted to bad TV and copies of National Geographic which, apparently, he sat and “read” through cover to cover each month.
On Christmas Day, as the haze of gift-giving and a heavy breakfast rolled into the afternoon, I grabbed the paper and found myself reading Cheeta’s obituary. The obit was, sadly, a little critical, detailing Cheeta’s prima donna attitude on set. His hate for Maureen O’Sullivan – Tarzan’s Jane – was severe and he would bite her and chase her at every opportunity, often ruining multiple takes. O’Sullivan spent the rest of her life referring to Cheeta as “that bastard,” and telling anyone who would listen about the chimp’s transgressions. Cheeta outlived her, but her daughter was on Twitter within moments of Cheeta’s death with a healthy helping of yuletide bitterness, retracted later in the day.
Cheeta’s nurses, however, report that he was a perfect gentleman. And now he’s in pet heaven. Being savaged by one of the Lassies.
Here’s something you can file under “what was lost” and has not yet been found: The two great 80’s Soviet invasion TV miniseries. On the big screen, in the 80’s, we had Patrick Swayze fighting Cuban paratroopers, the ultimate in jingoism in Reagan’s new America. But it’s what was playing out on the small screen that scared the shit out of us. The Day After, Threads and Testament drove home the point that the nameless, faceless Soviet monsters had nukes pointed at our backyards and, if World War III hit, it would all be over in about twenty minutes. There would be no more noble battles, no more armies clashing. We would simply be vaporized by an unimaginable force. Or, worse, we would survive to die slowly in a poisoned wasteland.
Continue reading ‘The Russians Are Coming!’
by Lonnie Martin (AKA Rotting Corpse)
Dear Fox Television,
Look, I’m not going to Monday morning quarterback how you screwed up Terra Nova. I won’t mention how you thought you had a sure thing (which, by the way, you should have had), spent way too much money on it, then got scared and let too many cooks into the kitchen to try to fix what may or may not have been broken. Nor am I going to berate you for trying to hit every existing demographic in the world because you desperately want to try and make back the ga-jillion dollars you’ve dropped into it.
Continue reading ‘Five Ways to Fix Terra Nova (Though It’s Probably Doomed Anyway)’
Well, there we go. Ten years of Greatsociety. Archived articles, retrospectives from our Confederate dead, an intensely insular nerdgasm about the 20 best sci-fi films, and now we’re in the home stretch.
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Wrapping up our “Top 20 Sci-fi Films” freakout is a casual email exchange between the three of us regarding some of the films we shared across our lists. The three lists were posted early last week – Rottingcorpse’s list, Cassander’s list, and Nacho’s list.
Rottingcorpse’s list can be found right here.
I started with a grand plan to work through all the movies that were specific to my list of top 20 sci-fi flicks, but that got way too long. So, when I hit a point with They Live, where it was obvious that we are still living in that materialistic, alien-dominated world, I figured that was the best spot to end. The Quiet Earth and Pandorum will have to wait for another day… So, here are my explanations for some of the titles on my list:
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