5 posts tagged “neil gaiman”
Saw it again!
I believe, my dear friends, I am in the clutches of an obsession once again.
Although, put Johnny Depp and Tim Burton together, mix it up with a fantastic musical score (which I've alwaysalwaysalways loved, just my kind of dark humor) and throw in a splattering fountain of blood, and yes, you've got just the ticket for a good Liza-loves-it-with-passionate-abandon. Like it was written just for me.
Neil Gaiman even points out that Johnny Depp sounds a lot like early Bowie in his singing style - and this in itself is just about too much for me to handle. Mashing up so many of my favorite things (Gaiman, Depp, Burton, Bowie, and blood) is enough to short-circuit my brain to the point where I'm left a twitching mass of grinning, shivering meat, prostrating myself upon the bloody altar of icon-worship. Mine mine mine, made all for me.
I mentioned to my friend after seeing this movie again tonight how I must have been a serial killer in a previous incarnation... the artful and beautiful splatter of blood always gives me such shivers of joy... and OH, can Mr Depp turn a perfectly devious grin of hatred/anticipation/lust or what?!? Mmmm.
See now, my friends. A glimpse into my dark interior. But I'm not the only one; oh no. I think we all have a certain amount of predator within us, we do. Certainly you understand...
... one of the reasons I love Neil Gaiman so very, very much is because his brain works the way mine does, only intensified to the umpteenth power, in a way I long mine to achieve some day. I reflect him or he reflects me? I love it when he posts something that so completely has me nodding and saying, YES. Yes yes yes, that's it, exactly. I wish I could have said it as well as he has.
Neil on Doctor Who:
(snipped)
Having caught the virus, I was now, I realised with horror, infecting others.
Which is, perhaps, one of the glories of Dr Who. It doesn’t die, no matter what. It’s still serious, and it’s still dangerous. The virus is out there, just hidden, and buried, like a plague pit.
You don’t have to believe me. Not now. But I’ll tell you this. The next time you get into a lift, in a shabby office building, and jerk up several floors, then, in that moment before the doors open, you’ll wonder, even if only for a moment, if they’re going to open on a Jurassic jungle, or the moons of Pluto, or a full service pleasure dome at the galactic core...
That’s when you’ll discover that you’re infected too.
And then the doors will open, with a grinding noise like a universe in pain, and you’ll squint at the light of distant suns, and understand...
Read more on his blog here. Always read Neil. He's perfect.
What was the highlight of your summer?
Submitted by ladym.vox.com.
Definitely the ALA trip to NOLA... and THIS:
So Neil Gaiman likes this singer. Apparently. Now I'm gonna have to check her out. I love getting recs from people who have impeccable taste. Because then I can pretend that my own music/book/movie knowledge is just as cool.
