The first thing I ever reviewed on this site was an adaptation of The Hobbit that Gene Deitch made in 1966. Later I reviewed a Harry Potter fan-fiction called My Immortal by Tara “XXXbloodyrists666XXX” Gilesbie. What connects these is that they are both so-bad-they’re-good. Ben & Arthur, on the other hand, is almost so-bad-it’s-homophobic, and it’s the worst movie I’ve ever seen.
It’s not that Ben & Arthur can’t be entertaining in its failings, but Ben & Arthur’s outlook on the world is veiled more thinly than The Room’s misogyny. And what is this outlook? Why, it’s that “straight people are all evil, bigoted psychopaths,” of course! Why then did I say that the film is borderline homophobic? Well, because it’s both heterophobic and homophobic.
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As you’ve probably guessed if you’ve ever thought about it, the silent “p” in “psychopath” isn’t there just to confuse; the Ancient Greek letter “ψ” (called Ψι) represents the sound /ps/, which is used in the word “ψυχή,” which meant “soul” and was pronounced /pʰsyː.kʰɛ᷄ː/. “Psychopath” is derived from “ψυχή” and “πάθος” (suffering), and like many greek loanwords, the latin alphabet renders “ψ” as “ps.” I assume since /ps/ isn’t an especially easy way for non-greeks to begin a word, it therefore became just /s/ in other languages.
Continue reading Bella Swan: Sociopath or Psychopath?
Now, I think people have a tendency to apply the term “Mary-Sue” to just about any character they dislike or find irritating. A common summary of what constitutes a “Mary-Sue” is simply that a character is perfect, idealized, has no faults, or always does the right thing; I fervently believe this definition to be quite inaccurate.
For me, whether one is a Mary-Sue is not a question of perfection but one of accountability. Sex also plays a substantial role in the equation. To put it most simply, a Mary-Sue is a character who acts merely as a vessel through whom the author may live out their—often sexual—fantasies.
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In my last article I discussed A Song of Ice and Fire, a series of alleged “books” so bad that I couldn’t even review them directly. I felt I should follow that up with something a bit on the lighter side. For my very first post, I reviewed a so-bad-it’s-good ‘60s cartoon loosely based on a Tolkien masterwork. Now I’d like to bring up the subject of a work of similar hilarity: My Immortal by Tara “XXXbloodyrists666XXX” Gilesbie. And no—I didn’t misspell “wrists”; she did.
My Immortal is a work of fan-fiction set in the world of J. K. Rowling’s Harry Potter series, although the two have very little in common. Despite being deleted from the website on which it was first published, very likely due to its numerous and ineptly-penned sex scenes and the like, My Immortal now has numerous sites devoted to it where one can read the full text or download the .epub file, which I recommend to anyone in need of hysterical laughter.
Continue reading My Immortal: Depravity and Bloody Wrists
The name Twilight applies to a lot of things, and to avoid confusing some laughable teen-vampire-romance with the main character of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, I now always refer to Stephanie Meyer’s work as “The Twilight Saga” so as not to associate it with any good work of high-fantasy. There’s also an owl with that name in Kathryn Lasky’s Guardians of Ga’Hoole series, and I’ve heard there’s also one in Buffy the Vampire Slayer (and who knows how many other stories).
Continue reading Bella Swan: Beware the Bloodthirsty Sociopath
We all know that the Rankin/Bass cartoon adaptation of The Hobbit, while not quite as bad as their attempt at The Return of the King, was still a childish mess that fails utterly to communicate the dark and timeless themes of Tolkien’s original work, but it wasn’t the first such attempt. And, believe me, it was certainly not the worst.
All but unknown until just recently, the 1966 adaptation of The Hobbit resurfaced to the horror of Tolkienists everywhere. From what I can gather, it is the gruesome result of a horrifyingly successful attempt to blackmail Tolkien by threatening to unleash this and other planned abominations upon the world—successful because he payed up. It was made on a fiendishly small budget and took less than a month to finish, and this is farcically obvious in the finished product, which is under twelve minutes in length. Continue reading Review of 1966 The Hobbit Adaptation