The Sad and Rabid Puppies campaigns have not shown a tremendous degree of interest in horror fiction. In his podcast, Brian Keene has commented (with clear thankfulness) that the culture wars have largely left horror behind, with writers in the genre getting along despite differences of political opinion.
My latest thing for Women Write About Comics: a rough-and-ready analysis of what the 2016 Hugo ballot would have looked like without the Rabid Puppies.
When I was a teenager, I tried to play through all of the Final Fantasy games in order – although I have to admit, I never did finish Final Fantasy VIII. Still, I battled my fair share of pixelated beasties, and I often wondered exactly where those imaginary creatures originated.
I wanted to like Suicide Squad. And, indeed, I liked parts of it. But it had one glaring, inescapable flaw: the plot was a mess. I’ve gone into a bit more detail over at my Women Write About Comics review.
The film was commercial success and Suicide Squad 2 seems an inevitability. Sequels that improve upon the originals are scarcely unheard of amongst superhero films — Superman 2, Spider-Man 2, Captain America: Winter Soldier, Captain America: Civil War, Iron Man 3, The Dark Knight, X-Men 2, X-Men First Class — so perhaps next time we see them, the Squad will have their act together.
We can hope, at least…
My fourth and final look at the prose fiction Hugo nominees is up at Women Write About Comics. Wizards in towers! Steampunk kitties! Earthbender oppression! Fish-eating AIs! Exploding moons! How could you say no…?
Ghostbusters 3 languished in development purgatory for decades. Many said that it could never be done, but few predicted just how controversial it would be when it finally surfaced.
My latest round of Hugo reviews can be read at Women Write About Comics. This time the subjects are brains in jars, revenge in space, exploding woodland animals, demonic possession and jellyfish-oriented Afrofuturism…
You know, if you’re going to join a campaign for journalistic reform, then it would help if you were able to actually read a blog post before passing judgment. But alas, it appears that a good chunk of Gamergate fails to meet this rather low bar.
I went to see The Legend of Tarzan expecting to spend a couple of hours with an unabashed pulpy romp. That is pretty much what I got, although I was pleased to find that the film also showed a quite thoughtful approach to its source material.