Bad Blood
Okay, the
reviews are in for "Blood & Chocolate," which is about "Vivian, young Bucharest chocolatier by day, secret member of the loup garoux, werewolves, by night." The general consensus is that the movie sucks more than a vampire/werewolf movie is supposed to suck, but the (male) reviewers are not considering the
Olivier Martinez Rule for film reviewing, i.e., any film with Olivier Martinez is worth watching, even if you have to turn off the sound. Conclusion: wait for the DVD.
Lilith Saintcrow, author of the
Dante Valentine novels , has an
intriguing essay about the monster in fiction and paranormal fiction over at the
Midnight Hour. She says that paranormal authors "are engaged in the remaking of monsters, in a constant dialogue about what a monster means." She also discusses how monsters reflect the
zeitgeist of their authors.
Bookseller Chick has a funny challenge to add "...in your pants" to book titles. Let's see, "Happy Hour...in your pants." "The Nymphos of Rocky Flats...in your pants." "The Becoming...in your pants." Other paranormals that do well...in your pants? How about:
The Dark Tower...in your pants
A Hunger Like No Other...in your pants
Dark Fever...in your pants
I am Legend...in your pants
Okay, I find this altogether too amusing. I'll be spending the weekend reading the proofs for
Midnight Brunch, the sequel to
Happy Hour at Casa Dracula. This means that I'll be fixating on commas and grammar, and flashing back to grade school under the strict rule of Sister Angela. Oh, la, for the days when I could
diagram a sentence with absolute certainty... Those brain cells are gone, baby, gone.