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- 06/22/15--07:17: _Some classic strips...
- 07/20/15--05:54: _ZINE REVIEWS: “Who ...
- 10/06/15--04:51: _FOOTY AUTOBIOGRAPHY...
- 10/08/15--20:33: _DVD REVIEWS "Unfrie...
- 10/14/15--06:41: _Anyone for soup? Th...
- 01/11/16--06:46: _Tales From The Road...
- 01/17/16--21:39: _Feeling groovy
- 02/23/16--19:24: _REVIEW: Tammy Lynn ...
- 03/08/16--18:50: _MOVIE REVIEW: Frivo...
- 03/08/16--19:00: _MOVIE REVIEW: Samur...
- 03/08/16--19:06: _MOVIE REVIEW: Bare ...
- 05/13/16--21:56: _Horror Block for Ap...
- 05/30/16--07:56: _Zines ain't dead......
- 07/23/16--08:28: _Rockin' Jellybean: ...
- 08/20/16--07:44: _Horror Block for Au...
- 09/20/16--17:10: _Horror Block for Se...
- 09/29/16--08:33: _Memories of Max
- 10/04/16--20:45: _MOVIE REVIEW: Boys ...
- 10/21/16--19:39: _Horror Block for Oc...
- 01/22/17--23:23: _Article 1
- 06/22/15--07:17: Some classic strips from that issue of KNAVE
- 07/20/15--05:54: ZINE REVIEWS: “Who said zines are dead?"
- 10/08/15--20:33: DVD REVIEWS "Unfriended" and "Cooties"
- 10/14/15--06:41: Anyone for soup? The truth about Blank Room Soup
- 01/17/16--21:39: Feeling groovy
- 02/23/16--19:24: REVIEW: Tammy Lynn Sytch: Sunny Side Up (Vivid, 2016) - NSFW!!!
- 03/08/16--18:50: MOVIE REVIEW: Frivolous Lola (1998)
- 03/08/16--19:00: MOVIE REVIEW: Samurai Cop 2 (2015)
- 03/08/16--19:06: MOVIE REVIEW: Bare Behind Bars (1980)
- 05/30/16--07:56: Zines ain't dead.....just coughing up blood
- 07/23/16--08:28: Rockin' Jellybean: The Zine
- 08/20/16--07:44: Horror Block for August: Psycho!
- 09/20/16--17:10: Horror Block for September: Shit
- 09/29/16--08:33: Memories of Max
- 10/04/16--20:45: MOVIE REVIEW: Boys In The Trees (Australia, 2016)
- 10/21/16--19:39: Horror Block for October: Got Sole!
- 01/22/17--23:23: Article 1
...and a one-page panel gag, plus a two-page SLUG toon by "Randy"
Wanting to keep things positive, I’ll focus on the article I enjoyed most, which was a surreal wrestling-themed piece called “New Earth Wrestling”, which reminded me of those old fantasy matches between rasslin’ legends that Gold Belt Wrestling magazine would print in the late 80s, pretending the results were calculated by a super-computer. In this instance, however, EVERYTHING is fictional, including the names of the wrestlers. This is a trippy but accessible piece. It’s sad that I can’t say the same for much of the rest of his zine.
I love Raven’s writing style and much of what he’s trying to convey, but I worry that his writing is heading to a plane that I just don’t understand anymore.
Rojonekku Word Fighting Arts 1: Raven Mack, PO Box 270, Scottsville, VA, 24590, USA. www.rojonekku.com[email for prices, 40S, :70]
OF COURSE, not all zines are zines. Some are self-published comics. In the past month I received the following…
WELL, another footy season is over and the mighty Hawthorn Hawks achieved a THREE-PEAT of AFL premierships over the hapless West Coast Eagles.
Leading up to last Saturday's grand final, it seemed the perfect time to reflect on the glorious past of my beloved Richmond Tigers, who got knocked out of the finals race in the first week.
The Tiges were great once - back in the 1960s and 70s - but they haven't been a force in the AFL (or the VFL as it was known in the good ol' days) for 35 years.
What better way to reminisce about Richmond than read autobiographies (well, sorta...both are of the "as told to" variety) about my two favourite Richmond sons, KEVIN BARTLETT and MATTHEW RICHARDSON.
It's ironic how similar both these players were - in talent and on-field demeanour - and yet how different their career trajectories turned out, purely due to circumstance.
Bartlett was a member of five premiership-winning teams (1967, 1969, 1973-74, 1980), played a whopping 403 games from 1965-83 and kicked 778 goals. He also won a ton of club best and fairest awards but never a Brownlow Medal, the ultimate personal achievement for a footballer.
Richardson played in 282 games from 1993-2009 but never played in a grand final, let alone won a premiership. He kicked 800 goals but probably could have kicked a lot more if he'd been accurate. He won a ton of B&Fs for the Tiges and came heartbreakingly close to winning a Brownlow in 2008, but wound up equal third to Adam Cooney of the Western Bulldogs.
Bartlett was ridiculed for his receding hairline and inability to handpass to team mates.
Richardson was ridiculed for his incredibly poor kicking for goal and his constant spitting the dummy on the field: at umpires, opponents and team mates.
Bartlett was nicknamed "Hungry" because of his selfishness on the field. But fans loved him because he was a champion player in a team of champions.
Richardson was plain old "Richo", but he also found it difficult to share the ball around, trying to do everything himself to lift his hapless team to victory week after week. Fans hated him for years, but eventually grew to love him because they could see he was a champion player trapped in a shit side.
Bartlett and Richardson would never have survived playing in the modern game of 2015. Coaches would have quickly banished them to the B grade, then traded or delisted them at the end of the season because they weren't willing to follow set plans and be team players.
KEV (pictured above with champion Richmond coach Tommy Hafey, left) was my idol growing up as a Tigers fan in the 1970s. He was probably the sole reason I stayed a fan after they started sliding down the premiership ladder in the early 80s due to one management cock-up after another.
I picked up KB: A Life In Football (as told to his son Rhett Bartlett) a couple of weeks back for next to nix in a Mildura bookshop. I didn't realise till I started reading it that the low price was because the photo-heavy memoir was four years old.
Still, it was a fun and easy read, full of fantastic action shots and pix of Tiges and KB memorabilia.
It's just a pity it wasn't written five years earlier - by 2011, Kev was reconciled with the Richmond Football Club and a beloved Tiges legend. But it wasn't always that way. He'd turned his back on the club for the previous 20 years after he was sacked as coach in 1991 (after a less than stellar four-year coaching stint, I might add). Bad blood ran deep and I'm sure an autobiography in 2006 would have been darker, more bitter and would have had a few well-aimed barbs at key management figures who paid a part in his coaching demise (and also tried to sabotage him at times during his playing career). But that was all water under the bridge by the time Kev co-wrote KB.
In the end, the impression of Kev I got from this book was that he's a funny, self-deprecating raconteur who adores the Tigers, even if the relationship has been rocky at times.
This is a more traditional autobiography and a pretty mediocre one at that. The problem is that Richardson is a taciturn guy; he let his footy do the talking. Which meant he has little to say.
Questions about his career are met with stonewall replies. You can sense Flanagan tearing his hair out in frustration on every page. Anecdotes are shot down before they can start, facts are confused or dismissed with one-line answers - Richo is actively unhelpful in trying to tell the story of his life.
Flanagan is forced to fill chapter after chapter with stories about Tasmania (Richo's home state) and the even the history of football. And there are numerous comments from Richo's friends, family and former team mates and coaches to give us a picture of the big man. They all say the same thing: he's a loyal, hard-working guy with a good heart, who was completely untrainable and selfish on the oval because of a single-minded desire to try to win games by himself.
It was only late in his career - after he'd been publicly lambasted for a 2002 incident where he abused a first-year footballer, a team mate no less - that Richo made any effort to become more of a team player. Not that he succeeded, but at least he tried.
Eventually, the fans - from Richmond and opposing teams - began to realise what a phenomenal talent Richardson truly was. In another team or era (perhaps playing alongside KB and other greats) he would have been a legend. As it was, punters knew he was in the wrong team at the wrong time.
That fact still didn't stop me - when I received an email invitation to fill in a club survey at the end of every season - to get to the question, "How can we improve the club's on-field performance next year?" and I'd each time I'd write, "Sack the coach. Sack Richo."
Please don't misunderstand me, I loved the guy, but it was obvious to me (and pretty much everyone else) that Richo was a bad fit for the Tigers and vice versa.
But just like his premiership-winning dad Barry, Matthew was a Tiger through and through. Started with the club, ended with the club. More's the pity.
Ironically, this book would have been better if it had been written five years later. Nowadays, Richo has developed into a respected TV commentator who adds great insight to the footy games he covers. He's opened up and is very comfortable chatting to players with a microphone in his hand. One can only wonder how much more insightful and entertaining his autobiography would have been in 2015 now he's had this media training.
Perhaps Richo will think about penning a second autobiography down the track - it couldn't help but be better than this one.
I got turned onto these indie horror fillum via the magic of YouTube where following one movie preview link can quickly send you tumbling down a rabbit hole of celluloid "delight".
The problem with trailers is that they can make you think you're watching the greatest film ever...till you watch the ACTUAL film and realise that you've already seen all the best bits in the trailer. Or, worse still, that what you saw in the awesome trailer is NOTHING like the actual movie.
The trailers for Unfriended and Cooties (both USA, 2014) promised good things, so when I scored free preview discs of them at work a few months later, I eagerly popped them in my DVD drive and checked them out.
HELEN and I did this podcast last month, so technically it's from 2015 and therefore a year old. Or not.
In this edition, we relate tales of terror culled from years of long drives in the Australian outback. We've had a few unsettling experiences.
Forgive the sudden conclusion. Listening back, I realised the last six minutes was just waffle about the dangers of driving at dusk in the outback when the kangaroos emerge (which happened to us again that very evening, funnily enough). But it wasn't particularly spooky conversation, so I cut it out.
Enjoy the rest HERE.
I MAY be a pornographer, but after staring at gaping fannies and cum shots every day, there's something nice about soft-core tease once in a while. Sometimes, we need a bit of sizzle without the steak, know what I mean? And that's what Frivolous Lola is all about.
There's a storyline here, but let's be honest, the film's all about the arse...and INCEST.
Bum shots galore...like this one:
And incest. Played for laughs.
And attempted rape. Also played for laughs.
And pissing. Don't forget the pissing.
Except if you think too much about the INCEST subplot. Then it's all a bit icky.
LAST month's Horror Block took its own sweet time getting to my Sydney PO box, but it finally arrived last Friday. Sooooooo.....let's get started.
OK. Well, I'm not a fan of the HELLRAISER series, but I *do* love Pop! Vinyls, so I'll hang onto this one. :)
I love love LOVE this 28 Days Later T-shirt. This right here makes this month's box worth getting.
These are quirky. They're currently on display next to our spice rack above the stove.
I'm not a big fan of patches, but this is kinda cool as a keepsake.
Normally, I'd be over the moon about getting a Blu-ray. That's fantastic value in the Horror Block. Sadly, I did a big giveaway for this movie in my magazine a few months back, so I kinda know what it's about and it didn't really grab me at the time. I tossed it into my office "freebie" box, but I've just had a change of heart and will retrieve it, so I can watch The Editor as part of my "Halloween Month of Horror" project in October.
There's usually at least one good article in this mag, so I'll flick through it, then pass my copy onto AW
OVERALL RATING FOR THE APRIL HORROR BLOCK:
A solid B. The T-shirt definitely elevated it from a B- or C+.
If you want to order your own Horror Block, head to https://www.nerdblock.com/.
I DIDN'T want to pay $120 for one of his art books, so I made one myself. It's way cheaper. The PDF is HERE. :)
THRILL me, Nerd Block. Your horror sampler box sucked, but let's see if this box - the first of a new three-box subscription - has anything that grabs my attention.
Pandora's box is opened.
The house from Psycho! Oh my fucking god! This T-shirt is amazing!
A Camp Crystal Lake hat. My friend Kami will love this!
Dean Cain? This DVD should be AMAZING. I'll save it for my Halloween Horror Month project.
Return Of The Living Dead meets The Simpsons? Kami's gonna love this, too.
I never expect much from this mag, yet it ALWAYS has some good articles to read.
Ah, this is pretty cool. I love toys, even if I'm not a fan of The Walking Dead. All in all, a great Horror Box for this month.
Fuck yeah! Leatherface! Can't wait to put this baby on. Oh....wait....I showed it to my wife and kids at home that evening and they HATED it. "You can't wear that around the house," said Helen. Damn.
Luckily, I found a friend on Facebook who was happy to take it off my hands with a beaut T-shirt swap. Thanks, Vixsin.
Another fucking baby doll head? Yawn.
A Ghostbusters phone case? But I'm not a Ghostbusters fan.
Then again, I need another phone case, so it'll come in handy.
A pendant thingy that I'll never wear. Chuck that shit away.
Give this to the kids, I guess.
Not into the TV series, but I gave this to AW and he'll find a good home for it. Jeez, they make adult colouring books for any old crap now, eh?
A good toilet read, I guess.
FINAL THOUGHTS: By far the worst Horror Block I've received. Very disappointing, especially the filler crap like the pendant and that dumb doll's head. I'm glad I cancelled my subscription with the October box. Hopefully, next month's box - which is a Stephen King special - will redeem this whole deal.
Boys In The Trees (Australia, 2016)
CAST: Toby Wallace, Gulliver McGrath, Mitzi Ruhlmann
I WANTED to like new Australian horror/fantasy film Boys In The Trees, I really did. There's something fascinating to me about a film set in the dark, pre-mobile phone world of 1997. The soundtrack - inspired by Triple J back when it was good - was memorable. The creepy feeling of impending doom. The jump scares with little brats jumping out at inopportune moments to spook other characters. The beautiful cinematography. Hell, I even enjoyed the underlying themes of growing up, mateship, the need to belong, betrayal and the fear of taking the big leap into the genuinely scary world of adulthood.
But the flaws are too many for me to give it a thumbs up. Firstly, the acting is atrocious. Secondly, the "shocking reveal" was telegraphed halfway through the film, rendering the "twist" decidedly unshocking. I also question the heavy reliance on Halloween as a theme. Halloween may be big in a few rich white suburbs nowadays, but it's nowhere near as big as it is in America. And it DEFINITELY wasn't big in Australia in 1997. So I call shenanigans on a whole suburb going apeshit bonkers over Halloween. Maybe in America, but not in Melbourne.
Also, two rich teens bemoaning their boring lives and telling each other, "We have to leave this town" by moving to New York City and Canada, respectively, rings false to me. Maybe if they lived in Melbourne in the 1950s. Or in the country. But Melbourne in 1997? I don't think so.
Or maybe that's just the bad acting that made me feel this way.
Anyway, I can't give Boys In The Trees more than 5/10.
* NB. I just read another online review that states the movie was filmed and set in Adelaide. But I swear I heard one female character refer to Flinders Street railway station, which is in Melbourne. Ultimately, it doesn't matter as Boys In The Trees strives to be international in flavour despite its Aussie setting.
The anticipation builds....
I wasn't into the book or movie. So I guess I'll sell it on eBay.
Now THIS is better. A Pennywise doll? Perfect for scaring the kids. Love it!
A key holder - which will probably end up holding dollies - with a Shining theme. That's cool.
Looks a bit dry to me - I passed this onto a friend.
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
An authentic signed pic from my fave Halloween gal? Yes!!!!! That's worth the price of this box alone!
(Actually, PJ's included in this box 'cos she also starred in Carrie, but she'll always be that sexy Halloween chick to me!)
A Dark Tower print. Meh. Onto eBay it goes.
FINAL THOUGHTS: The box kicked off badly with that T-shirt, but I loved the autographed photo, key holder and Pennywise dolly. All in all, a strong way to finish off my subscription.