Hellfire and Rattle-n-Roll
If you're of those who hasn't yet seen Prometheus
, count yourself lucky. I could go on and on about why it was such a mess, but go google the reviews and take your pick.
It's ironic and unfair that the critics heaped so much scorn on John Carter
when its plot made a lot more sense than Prometheus'
Closer to home, I've been reading nonfiction books as research for a freelance project. One recommended book was Hellfire
by Nick Tosches, the story of The Killer, Jerry Lee Lewis. It's a very American Southern tale, what with Lewis marrying his cousin and other girls in their mid-teens, moonshine, pills, loose women, speaking in tongues, guns, his run-ins with the law, his son drowning in the family swimming pool, setting his piano on fire, more loose women, Elvis, and most fascinating of all, playing Iago in a rockabilly presentation of Othello
, to critical acclaim and much success.
That video is interesting but you don't get a sense of Lewis' wild charisma. Try this for some hard rockin' 60s headbanging:
We've got reason to cheer one of our own. The Broadway Book Mall hosted Beth Groundwater's signing for her latest novel, Wicked Eddies
, which earned a Critic's Pick from Kirkus Book Reviews
. Beth called foul when asked if she enjoyed a good paddling.
Labels: Beth Groundwater, Jerry Lee Lewis. Nick Tosches, Othello