Been so looking forward to seeing this final product and was happy to find a few photos on IMDB. I love Jack Black already, but also really hope that writers Carl Ellsworth (Red Eye, Disturbia) and Scott Alexander (Ed Wood, 1408) capture the spookiness and campiness of our other favorite spooky book series!
Sunday, April 5, 2015
Our favorite childhood book series is not only on its way to being a feature film (see more here, let's just cross our fingers and hope they don't mess it up), but it may also soon be the subject of an in-depth documentary which will focus on the lure and love of the series as well as its controversy. Gammell's art has haunted us and Schwartz' stories have frightened us for decades. Now, filmmaker Cody Meirick wants to discuss the series and all it has become.
To donate money, visit their IndieGoGo page here! And also check out their website for more information: ScaryStoriesDoc.com. For more updates, "Like" the project on Facebook!
Had no idea just how banned the series is, thank goodness it wasn't at my schools. The Scary Story series was the most checked out, shared, and talked about series of books throughout all of my elementary school and even middle school years. I couldn't be more grateful to have spent my beginning years of reading with my head stuck in a series that really made me think, wonder, and stay fascinated about the unexplained. Especially because I reading was very hard for me, I just couldn't stay focused. I soon realized it was because I hadn't been reading anything I found interesting - until I found Scary Stories. Not only did this series get me more open to reading, but they peaked my interest in all things spooky, something that has heavily influenced me as a writer and filmmaker - something I just wouldn't have pursued if it wasn't for this series and other books like it. It's a real bummer that people have banned the series out of so many schools. If I had kids, these books would be required reading!
Saturday, April 4, 2015
The overall story is a neat idea, but it's a bit flawed - maybe. Let me explain (or explore). While watching it, I wondered if this was some kind of statement on rape or promiscuity. If it's about rape, is it that when you're a victim of rape, things will never be the same, that you now attract a darkness that can come after you and find you once again? Scary! And/or that you'll forever be treated terribly by others, is that what "follows"? A bad reputation? Same with if it deals with promiscuity. Reputation, again? Or hell, even a statement about STD's? Am I giving this movie too much credit, thinking it's about something much deeper than it really is? If so, then that's a bummer. I'm just trying to like it, I guess.
The other thing that's tricky is that "It" appears in the form of some person that only the victim (Jay) can see. The problem with this is that it deals with strangers and clones - two archetypes no one in an audience really cares about. We don't know them or know what they're capable of and therefore they aren't scary. Mystery and faked identity is scary and awesome, don't get me wrong, but show me what they do! Luckily, in the beginning we see a girl, who is being followed, get killed - ok now we know what they can do, so the "followers" should be scary. The reason they're not however, is because we see them, and they are in the form of clones, which just doesn't work (especially the Yara clone, like please die already!) That being said, the one clone that was truly scary for me was the one that appeared as the dead girl from the beginning. This made me wonder if perhaps all of the followers are actually people (or in the form of people) the "It" has killed, which is fucking awesome! The only problem is that it came up out of nowhere and then was never discussed. It wasn't clear so I'm not sure if it is part of the story, or if I'm just making crap up. If it is not part of the story, then why WOULD it be scary for Jay to see the previously dead girl from the beginning - she didn't know her, so it's not scary.
I don't know about you guys, but this really seems to be the most convincing theory so far! It really answers the questions that have puzzled experts for years. "Jack" had to have been a man amongst the crowd, a man we'd least expect. I also wonder if he perhaps knew the police route and schedule, knowing what he could get away with and at what times (the reason he told police there would be an officer at the body of Polly Nichols, though there hadn't been one there when he left her). Check this amazing episode of Missing Evidence out and tell me what you think.
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Been trying to pump up the look of the place over the past few months, my obsession for antlers has consumed me.
Had fun decorating for the holidays too!
Thursday, February 19, 2015
When I saw the above portrait of Medusa (Caravaggio) in a book when I was a kid, I was haunted by it. I've probably mentioned on here before about my childhood fear of decapitation, needless to say seeing this painting didn't help. It wasn't just the headlessness or the snakes, it was the look on her face. Shock. Rage. Hurt. I never forgot it. Ever since, I became not only fascinated by Medusa, but felt heavy sympathy for her. In a way, we can give credit to Caravaggio for making me feel all of this, but besides the painting, I knew her story. And as I get older, I understand it even better.
Medusa has forever been and will continue to be seen as a monster. After being raped by Poseidon, Medusa was cursed by Athena who was jealous. She gave her a head of snakes and the ability to turn anyone who looks at her to stone. After years of turning to stone the warriors that sought her out, a young man named Perseus outdid her and chopped off her head.
This classic greek myth shook me has always shaken me to the core. In the words of the Wicked Witch of the West, "what a world!" Not only did she get taken advantage of, but she was punished, humiliated, and killed. And her death, a victory to everyone else.
I feel just as upset about Medusa's mythological death as I do about the true and historical ones of say Mary Queen of Scots, also beheaded. Did you know they burned her clothes in front of her before her execution? I visited Holyrood whilst in Scotland two and half years ago and felt a deep sense of sadness for Mary as I looked upon her home, her trinkets, and her friend David Rizzio's blood that still reddens its famous corner. Locked up and beheaded. What a life.
Or even Marie Antoinette, our favorite "party girl." When people speak of her death, it's in mockery. There's a secret pleasure to knowing that someone was killed, and brutally, for not being "the best" at her job. Why do we look at Marie and laugh?
Why do we look at all of these women, real or not, and feel their deaths are just? Or at even just how it is?
I chose to dress up as Medusa last Halloween because this recent year was a tough one. Sure I didn't get my head cut off, but I realized that many people I had loved turned out to be the types who laughed at Marie, or told Mary to shut up and stay locked away, or rooted for Medusa's head to hit the floor. Last year, I lost and said good-bye to many friendships, women I grew up with. I was heartbroken by each one of them, as well as by the few men I had naively given my heart too throughout the year. It was a year of disappointment and hurt. A year of being misunderstood and mistreated. A year of being humiliated, that lead to me losing all humbleness. I had always identified with villains, but now I felt I had really "understood" them.
With the recent year involving friendship drama with the women in my life (something I hardly ever experience) combined with the hurtful realizations that men don't take most women seriously, I figured out why I felt such fury for these historical and mythological deaths. I guess, sometimes, the world is one that enjoys putting down women. That headless women are celebrated. That whatever they have to say or feel is disposable. Not to mention the constant desire for only their bodies, but that's a whole other talk.
I had written an essay about this topic (headless women and their significance) a few years ago, but this was the year that really taught me just how present these hidden beliefs are in our culture - and sometimes amongst those we least expect. It sounds far fetched and a bit dramatic, for sure. But I still feel and know that generally the world is harsh on women (both men and women to each other). I realize it's probably just a rough patch, a tough age, a difficult generation, etc. I know too that things are much better now and if anything, I'm so grateful for all of the lessons I've learned, and wouldn't trade that for anything. And I'll always value random insightful experiences like this one, even if they are not easy to go through. Either way, I'll forever be a woman, living amongst the rest of us, doing everything I can to keep my head up high.