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-( Harper's Island, Week VIII--SPOILERS )
-I've been reading Dan Simmons' The Terror which is an atmospheric, delightfully creepy historical horror/suspense thriller about a lost Arctic expedition and what might have befallen the doomed crew. It's predicated on real events and historical figures, but skewed to the eerily fantastical, with a tongueless Eskimo witch and a formless creature stalking the Arctic wastes in search of blood.
-I've set aside Caleb Carr's Angels and Demons. It started out with such promise but eventually bogged down into a tired courtroom drama with a cast of fusty Victorian tightasses. Reading it was like tuning in to an episode of CSI, only to have the Ben stone-era cast of Law and Order crash through the set ceiling and stage a theatrical coup. Add that to the fact that I had scant sympathy for anyone except the Linares baby and the quiet Cyrus Montrose, and I simply decided to waste my increasingly myopic eyesight on more interesting fare. It's as disappointing and turgid as The Alienist was refreshing and exciting.
-I watched Pathfinder this morning. Pure cheese, but also chock full of Karl Urban manflesh, including a shot of his gloriously bare, copulating ass. Why you'd take time to bump uglies while hordes of armored Viking warriors are in search of you, I don't know, but mmmm.
-I've been reading Dan Simmons' The Terror which is an atmospheric, delightfully creepy historical horror/suspense thriller about a lost Arctic expedition and what might have befallen the doomed crew. It's predicated on real events and historical figures, but skewed to the eerily fantastical, with a tongueless Eskimo witch and a formless creature stalking the Arctic wastes in search of blood.
-I've set aside Caleb Carr's Angels and Demons. It started out with such promise but eventually bogged down into a tired courtroom drama with a cast of fusty Victorian tightasses. Reading it was like tuning in to an episode of CSI, only to have the Ben stone-era cast of Law and Order crash through the set ceiling and stage a theatrical coup. Add that to the fact that I had scant sympathy for anyone except the Linares baby and the quiet Cyrus Montrose, and I simply decided to waste my increasingly myopic eyesight on more interesting fare. It's as disappointing and turgid as The Alienist was refreshing and exciting.
-I watched Pathfinder this morning. Pure cheese, but also chock full of Karl Urban manflesh, including a shot of his gloriously bare, copulating ass. Why you'd take time to bump uglies while hordes of armored Viking warriors are in search of you, I don't know, but mmmm.
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