Today it begins: Unfated, a serial epic I’ve been constructing for the better part of thirteen years. It tells the story of a world riven by the battle over human will. (One much like our own, at that.) Are we driven by Fate? Or are we free to make our own decisions?
In the world of Unfated, Fate is no abstraction; it’s a supernatural entity that guides most people from the moment of birth. A small faction of humanity, however, rejected this pact with Fate, choosing exile over submission. But are the Unfated any freer than those who consider themselves Blessed by Fate? As the stench of musket smoke fills the battlefields of this world, four characters, two from each side of this ancient divide, find themselves forced together to seek the answer to a timeless question:
Who plays god in a godless world? Man? Or Fate?
How can you know whether you’ll enjoy reading Unfated? Well, here’s a quick list for your perusal. (Because everyone loves lists, right?) If you like any of the following:
- Game of Thrones
- Murder mysteries
- ’90s Britpop
- Romances in which two people initially can’t stand each other but inevitably fall in love
- H.P. Lovecraft
- Post-apocalyptic wastelands
- Friendly monsters
- Women on top
- Thomas Dolby
- Indiana Jones-style romps through ancient ruins
- Dragon meat
- Frontier justice
- Arguments over Fate vs. free will
- Extreme body modification
- Moral ambiguity
- Tales of unlikely companions thrown together to undertake incredible journeys
. . . Chances are you’ll dig Unfated.
And to find out what exactly I’m talking about when I call Unfated a “serial epic,” read on.
Presented without comment, for nothing I can say would add anything to the splendor:
In October 2015 I decided to pick up a habit I’d tried out years ago but abandoned: watching a bunch of horror movies during All Hallows Month, then spilling my thoughts like so much viscera. I intend to do this again in 2016 and beyond. This post will serve as a roundup of links to the movies I’ve discussed. It will grow, year by year, until every nook and cranny of the horror universe has been plumbed.
NOTE: These aren’t spoiler-free reviews. (They’re not even reviews so much as a meandering inventory of opinions and anecdotes.) Which is to say, if you haven’t seen one of these movies and don’t want anything spoiled, might want to skip these pieces till you’ve watched said film.
Herewith, the list of movies, arranged alphabetically and citing the order in which I wrote about them plus the year each was released.
The Babadook (#5, 2014)
Dawn of the Dead (#8, 1978)
Demons (#2, 1985)
Friday the 13th, Part III (#1, 1982)
Halloween (#10, 1978)
Hard Rock Nightmare (#7, 1988)
Housebound (#9, 2014)
Tucker and Dale vs. Evil (#3, 2010)
White Zombie (#6, 1932)
Zombeavers (#4, 2015)
It’s time to wrap up this October horror-thon by climbing aboard the mother ship: Halloween. I could probably write 20,000 words about this movie, but I’ll try to keep this coherent.
Let’s start with the historical record. Halloween was mostly jeered in its initial run. It was considered tawdry, exploitative trash. A cheap knockoff of Psycho. A tasteless, offensive exercise in vicarious sadism with no redeeming qualities. And atop those perceived deficiencies, critics slathered it with scorn for unleashing Friday the 13th, A Nightmare on Elm Street, and all the other stalwarts of trashy horror cinema on the world.
That was the real sin, you see. These days, Halloween is widely acknowledged as a classic. And yet any time it’s examined as a key piece of cinematic history, an inevitable phrase appears: “the movie [insert text here] inspiring the 1980s slasher movie explosion.” Why the bracketed section? Because, depending on your source, Halloween is either [credited with] or [blamed for] said explosion. And the critics of my childhood most definitely went with option two.
. . . Which didn’t stop those slasher flicks from dominating my youthful (and so often thwarted) movie-viewing ambitions.
Tonight I have the pleasure of introducing you to the best movie to come out of New Zealand since the Lord of the Rings trilogy. (In this house we do not speak of that bloated abomination that stole The Hobbit’s good name. Poor Martin Freeman.) It’s a little gem called Housebound. I’d never heard of this movie until I was perusing the internet’s multifarious offerings of “Best Horror Movies Streaming on Netflix” lists, on which it popped up more often than not. It deserves so much better.
I can’t summarize this movie without spoiling what makes it so good. I can only offer a taste. Housebound opens with a hilariously botched attempt by two thieves to break into an ATM. One of them, Kylie, is our protagonist, a young woman with issues; we learn that the ATM fiasco isn’t her first rodeo, crime-wise. Rejecting the usual diversion programs as having been, shall we way, ineffectual, the judge sentences Kylie to eight months of house arrest . . . in her childhood home . . . with the mother and stepdad she can’t stand.
And oh, by the way, her mother has always been convinced the house is haunted, much to Kylie’s irritation. Of course, no sooner is Kylie delivered to her mom’s house and ankle-braceleted than she begins to hear strange noises. And off we go. That’s as much as I can tell you other than Watch this movie tonight.