The amazing Miss Satanica writes me, “I feel like you are one of the only girls around that could possibly understand anything. You are so fucking punk rock – that whole spiritual kind of shit that moves mountains…”
To which I say, WOW. She also tells me that there’s talk about the Teledildonics demo here on Suicide Girls.
I’m really excited now about something totally different, however. It’s been a good couple of years for me in terms of my favorite comic books being made into movies. Being an OG Mike Mignola and Frank Miller fan, I was highly stoked by Hellboy (Selma Blair, Ron Perlman, drool) and practically orgasmed over the true-to-form wanton bloodshed and black humor in Sin City. (Which, poetically, I saw with Mark Pauline.)
I like it when they do it *right* like the comics were meant to be. Not like Batman, which sucked dingleberries but which I’ll happily admit gave us a wider cultural dialogue for PVC catsuits and homoerotic Robins. Batman should have been more like Arkham Asylum’s Batman — not a hero, but a dangerous criminal in a hero suit. Oh, and how they royally fucked up Elektra. If they had done Miller’s Elektra just like the comic (illustrated by my hero, Bill Sienkiewicz), we would have had an insane Sin City version of the animalistic female killer, plus a nice analogy of corrupt politics that befits our times (as it did when it came out in 1986).
At the same time I started collecting all this stuff, right after I got off the streets at the ripe old age of 17, I got into a French comic artist named Enki Bilal. I fell deeply in love with his art and the mythologies he weaved into outer space and future tech (and political corruption and sex) in his series, Gods in Chaos.
Imagine my glee last night when I was trolling the horror movie fest calendar and discovered that Bilal made a movie out of Gods in Chaos called Immortel: Ad Vitam — watch the trailers, beware screen resize (what *is* it with the French and all the Flash and screen resizing?) To my delight, the film was handled completely by Bilal, the artist I’ve worshipped for years. (Photo of main character Jill from Immortel; all her bodily fluids are blue.)
Incidentally, at last year’s horrorfest (Yet) Another Hole in the Head I saw one of the best indy horror films I’ve ever seen — Dead and Breakfast now occupies a spot of honor in my “best splatstick” list, right after Evil Dead 2. Yes, it’s that funny, well-done, and just plain wrong.
I only hope that someday they make a true-to-form movie based on Stray Toasters. Eh, Hollywood’s too chicken for that.
