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" Keanu Reeves' next action hero won't have Neo's steady Zen-like calm, but it was the fiery passion that made the role of Hellblazer so attractive, according to the "Matrix" star.

"[It's] his anger. He's angry, but he's got a good heart," Reeves said recently of the comic book badass, whose real name is John Constantine.

In the "Hellblazer" comic, which is aimed at a savvy adult audience, Constantine is an Englishman with occult powers who is both a liar and a cheat and yet nevertheless often prone to doing the right thing.

Reeves said he hopes to get moving on the big-screen adaptation, which will be called simply "Constantine," as soon as September. Warner Bros. has long labored to get the DC/Vertigo comic into theaters, with Nicolas Cage at one time attached to the role before Reeves landed the job. The film will mark the feature film debut of video director Francis Lawrence, whose résumé includes clips for Britney Spears, Jennifer Lopez and P.O.D. "

Hollywood just screwed up ALAN MOORE'S ass after what they did to LEAGUE. The sperm juice hasn't even dried up yet and now they're going to bang him up some more. It doesnt take a genuis to figure out why CONSTANTINE will never work.

First off, KEANU REEVES. I mean that's it! Just that name! And this isnt a minor miscasting flub. Constantine is the ultimate cool magician of the Dc Universe. He is BRITISH! There's no way around that. And Reeves despite his limited acting ability, cannot pull it off.

Watch DRACULA and listen to him speak with a British accent.Reeves is perfect for one dimensional roles where the main requirement is for him to stand up and look puzzled.

Originally concieved as a minor character in SWAMP THING, Constantine was so popular that He got his own spinoff series.Moore under the prodding of Totelben and Bisste his co-creators in SWAMPY created the nickel and dime shit magician using STING as the visual template.

Based on what Reeves said about CONSTANTINE it is apparent that he does not know what he is talking about.What motivates JOHN CONSTANTINE isn't anger.He's just a complete Bastard! The ultimate son of a bitch! And that's why he's so cool! But trust Hollywood to fuck it up. They always do.

The second accident is the director. Again we have a music video director at the helm. Mtv directors are good for 3 minute shorts where the content is not the main ingredient. Sure you have fancy visuals and all those slow motion , computer graphics , exploding glass smitherins coming on to your face at 130 miles per second. BUT HELL BLAZER isnt about that!

Its about the dark side of the human condition.Most of the time the demons are more of his own making.Its a gritty noiorsh looking number and they should have gotten someone like William friedkin or Martin Scorcese to do it.
The film is being produced by Richard Donner's wife and that makes it doubly unforgivable. Because richard Donner is the only one who made an ultimate Comic book movie that worked. And still works to this day! SUPERMAN!

I saw some of the images of this new BATMAN short film and by the look of it, seems preety amazing. The costume is staright out of DARK KNIGHT returns and ALEX ROSS's War on crime.But the fan crowd is divided into two. Some really love it while the other half hated it. The subject of the contention was that the dialogue between BATMAN and The JOKER was totally bad and that the ALIEN creature and The PREDATOR appearance was over kill! I can't comment since I have not seen the thing.Since the whole thing was intended as a demo reel for the director,then the audience should just appreciate the spirit in which it was made.

Personally I love the suit. Was never too keen on the BAT NIPPLES of SCHUMACHER. And I never really went for the BAT PADDINGS either. When Tim Burton defended his choice of Michael Keaton , he threw in the padded muscles because his reason was that he wanted BRUCE WAYNE to be an everyday man who the public wouldn't suspect is THE BATMAN.What a lame excuse. As if the suit could fool people that it was his actual physique.

Bruce Wayne became muscular and big because he dedicated his life to the spartan discipline of honing his body into a leathal fighting machine. And Burton's depiction of a bespectaled Bruce Wayne was more an accurate portrayal of CLARK KENT not the Dark Knight's alter ego.

Strangely enough among all the three actors who recently played BATMAN. It was Keaton I favored the most. Burton was right in saying that there's something menacing with KEATON's eyes when he's wearing the cowl.

Keaton should have just enrolled ina six month body building course under DAVE ( DARTH VADER ) PROWSE just like what CHRIS REEVE did when he prepared for SUPERMAN. but those were the days.

I remember a time when DE NIRO bulked up fifty pounds to play JAKE LAMOTTA for RAGING BULL and he lost it again to do the lean years.What a feat. Reeves when he was first tapped to play SUPERMAN was a thin and whimpy guy but after PROWSE was thru with him, he looked like THE MAN OF STEEL.

Then there was STALLONE beefing up for ROCKY III and then cutting up for RAMBO FIRST BLOOD IIIt was so effective in the box office that when STALLONE directed TRAVOLTA for STAYING ALiVE ( SATURDAY NIGHT FEVER 2 )he trained TONY MANERO to be cut and lean.

But now we dont see that discipline in action. You want to cast a nerd looking actor to be a superhero,NO PROBLEM. Just design the suit with lots of padding and an armoured look,THERE YOU GO.

I realy hate it when filmmakers reinvent the costumes of superheros. That was the main beef I had with DAREDEVIL.Putting that collar like he was a grovy discoteque king was a real cop out. Elecktra looked like a female wrestler.Everyone does black leather and armour nowadays. That's why I love this BATMAN suit.Its nostalgic.

I just hope that they make a film version of DARK KNIGHT RETURNS. And they better get ADAM WEST to play BATMAN.That would be something to see. Well if not him then CLINT EASTWOOD would do just fine.Then again how about CHARLTON HESTON. " PUT YOUR DAMN DIRTY PAWS OFF ME YOU DAMN JOKER! "


TOMB RAIDER EYUCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK

Cecile dragged me to the new LARA CROFT MOVIE. I really protested to high heavens because I hate the director. JAN DE BONTis such a HACK! He is a second unit direcotr who's main specialty is blowing things up with four or five camera's running at 8 times their regular speed.

Cecile: " It would be great. Its going to be exciting."

FLIM: " He's a 2nd unit direcotr. His job is to shoot insert shoots of gun clips falling on the floor in slow-motion.How interesting could it be? Besides any idiot knows that the cradel of life is in AFRICA SO WHY DO THEY ACT SURPRISE TO DISCOVER THAT IT IS IN AFRICA? "

Cecile: " We'll wed get to see ANGELINA JOLIE and she's gorgeous."

I look at my wife for a minute.

FLIM: " I guess this is a girl thing. Why do you need me there anyway? "

15 minutes into the movie I was proven right. Tomb Raider as a game worked because it ws a parody of INDIANA JONES in a gaming platform. But as a movie , parodies dont have a long shelf life. And i hate the script. The expositionary dialogue can be written by a grade schooler.

On the way out I saw a movie display for THE LEAGUE OF EX- GENTLEMEN.

CECILE: " Well LARA CROFT was a bad movie but ANGELINA was pretty."

FLIM: " I just wasted 120 bucks on a stupid movie that I knew was going to be stupid. I should have just bought pirated dvds instead."

CECILE: " Well the League looks good."

FLIM: " Sorry to disappoint you but it looks even worst!They included TOM SAWYER who is an AMERICAN into the mix and also DORIAN GRAY who wasnt in the comic book in the first place. They should have just added WIFLRED OF IVANHOE and LORD GREYSTOKE. And look at the NAUTILUS. IT LOOKS LIKE A FUCKING MODERN DAY SUBMARINE from OPERATION PETTY COAT."

Cecile: " Yes it doesnt look victorian in design."

FLIM:" Have you seen their fight scenes. All of that Honk Kong wire trick stihck shit again. It really looks out of place."

A pretty worthless movie night out. I went home and slipped on FRIDA. I enjoyed the movie.Maybe because she's a tortured soul who isn't playing a tortured soul.

QUARTER GIVEN-IV

‘ I thought I was poisoned? “

The devil fondled his horn and looked at me pensively. “ Before you were poisoned. She offered your death to the Demon, TALOS. It seems that your girl friend is a black witch adept.”

“ What can I say? I sure know how to pick em.” Did I say that out loud?

I then stamped my foot and said, “ So what? How can I avenge myself and why the hell are you so interested in helping me out? “

The room suddenly folded itself and my living room transformed into a yawning cave hole. There was a giant arch with stone heads adorning it with the words…

“ ABANDON YE ALL HOPE…”

“ Don’t believe that crock of shit! It’s just to scare off nosey tourist and stupid bystanders! “

We entered the door way and saw what seemed like a thousand feet drop. There was a brilliant flashing light at the bottom and a noise that sounded like a hundred voices singing some high school rhyme.

“ This is home! “ The devil sighed and he grabbed my arm as we plunged into infinity!

At the bottom was a someone who seemed like a doorman. He was around d twelve feet tall.

“ Where’s your tickets? “ He grumbled.

I scratched my head. “ Wait a minute I thought that HELL was open to everyone.”

“ YOU THOUGHT WRONG, FREAK! Its invitational “ His tail slapped my face.

“ He’s with me.” The devil inclined his neck to the left.

The doorman inspected the horns of the devil.” This is just a temporary pass. You used it up the last time.”

“ Well I was kinda busy. I’ll have a new one engraved as soon as I can.”

He grudgingly let us in. I never expected in a million years to see what I saw when I entered HELL. It was like a giant disco party. Flashing lights and flames leaping out from below. The sweating bodies of men and women as they danced and gyrated to the sounds of a rhythm that came from the center of the earth. Food and drinks flowed in abundance. Waiters were everywhere flapping their wings as they swerve refreshment upon refreshment.

“ Shocking isn’t it? No one’s really prepared for what HELL is. I tell you if everyone knew then there would be no contest. Up there…” the devil pointed with his tail, “ They live a very docile existence. Slow clouds scratching green mountains with their lazy fingertips and all that shit. One of the main activities they have is watching flowers bloom. I’m not kidding. But down here…down here it’s always a HOT TIME! “

Of course it being hell I saw millions of demons of all shapes and sizes. Some had four or more horns. Others have horns that touch the ceiling of the cavern. While others are littered with horns all over their bodies. I ask my companion why certain demons have certain horns.

“ Ughh. Don’t mind that. It’s a CASTE system. The bigger the horn, the more powerful the rank. Certain horns are given access to places that normal demons can’t even enter.
It’s like a key. Well to be precise certain doors here in HELL can be opened with the horn itself. And despite what you read, the horns are detachable. It’s useful when you’re on a mission of subterfuge. But be wary. You lose the horns. You lose your ticket to going back.”


One of the waiters landed beside me and said, “ Do you want a Whiff of BRIMSTONE?”

I nodded and he bowed his head. The tip of his horn almost upon my nostril. I looked at my companion and he urged me on. I then held the tip and snorted. It was like a punch in the face and my brain reeled.

“ Nasty bite. “ The devil caught me by the arm and led me into the center well.

I don’t know what I took but it made my toes tingle and I felt I was walking on naked bodies of pregnant women. When I looked down, I realized that I was, indeed walking on the naked bodies of pregnant women.

“ By the way you can stop alluding to me as the devil. My real name is ASOMODAS. I’m a PIT LORD of the SEVENTH CIRCLE.” My companion whispered into my ear.

I didn’t make any sign of understanding what he said. I was too busy concentrating on the swelling bellies below me.

“ Don’t mind them. They are the SELF ABORTING MOTHERS! They get off on this kind of things. Now do you see that big cavern to the left of the sea of white vapors? That’s the INFERNAL records room. That’s our stop. I must retrieve your records and have them processed in the Well of despair. After that you’ll be given clearance to descended into the inner circle.”

I scratched my head, “ Meaning? “

Asomodas smiled, “ You’ll be given an audience to the house of INFERNAL LORDS where you make the deal.”

“ Is there going to be a long line? I hate long lines! “ I replied.

Asomodas just shook his head, “ Don’t we all.”

There was a small boat at the edge of the swelling belly landscape and an old man sat on the bow. He was nibbling on a piece of bone like a toothpick and as soon as he saw us he spat it out and wiped the grease from his hands.

“ You’re running low on recruits. If I were your employers I would have terminated your status and cast you back to being a lowly second class poltergeist.” He cackled.

Asomodas threw his head back, trying to impale the old man with one of his horns.

“ AW SHUT UP YOU FUCK! “ He then threw three pieces of gold coins into the old man’s foot and pointed towards the hall.

The old man smiled at me and started to push the staff that was immersed into the dark cold waters.

“ That’s Charon, the ferryman. Don’t mind him. He likes to verbally assault anyone within hearing distance. He hates me specially because I sunk his boat twenty five times in the past.” Asomodas whispered to me.

Charon grabbed his horns and slammed his knee into the demon’s face. “ By the way thanks for reminding me. That’s one I owe you!”

A scuffle started and within a few seconds the two combatants were tearing each other apart. The boat threatened to sink and I clutched the prow with both hands. I was afraid of drowning. That was what the fortuneteller told me I was going to die of. Much of my adult life was spent on dry land. Funny how everything turned out.

“GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF MY HORNS! YOU’LL TIP US OVER! “

“ I CAN SWIM SONNY BOY, HOW ABOUT YOU? ““

I HATE WATER! I HATE IT! “

“ I KNOW! “

I injected myself in between them, “ Stop it, both of you! We’re nearly there. What’s this really all about?”

Charon and Asomodos just looked at me. There was a momentary silence and then..they were both at it again. Soon we keeled over. I mean the entire boat keeled over. I never felt the kind of coldness that surrounded me as I hit the waters.

QUARTER GIVEN-III

He started to talk but my mind drifted away. Nina poisoned me! I was dead! I WAS GOING TO HELL!
I was poisoned by somebody I thought, loved me. I’m dead but I still feel alive. I’m going to hell so I must have lived a horrible life. But I DIDN’T! I gave alms to the poor! Every Sunday on my way to Church I gave to this old lady with the broken arm with the dented milk can! I gave a lot when the donation hat was passed hand-to-hand thru the aisles.I went to SUNDAY MASS! EVERY SUNDAY! I EVEN WENT ON DAYS THAT WEREN’T SUNDAY! I OBSERVED THE BLESSED SACRAMENTS AND ALL THOSE OTHER SPECIAL DAYS! I even walked around like an idiot for a day with that stupid ash mark on my head every ASH WEDNESDAY just to ensure that I’d go to that Beautiful white CASTLE in the air! AND NOW I GET THIS!

I should have just stayed at home and watched TV instead of sweating and standing in those overcrowded services where priests would talk about things that they only read in books! I should have fucked other women when Nina wasn’t available! Should have committed adultery and every sin that I could have indulged in at the time!

LIFE IS SO FUCKING UNFAIR! EVEN IN DEATH!

Then my thoughts went to NINA. Our relationship wasn’t going very well for the past six weeks. There were fights over small things. What channel to watch? What to eat? What to wear on her friend’s parties? I can’t even have a normal conversation with her because somewhere along the line, we’d argue over something and then it would be a full-scale war! So I avoided talking to her. I’d just lock myself in the library and read and read. Can’t watch TV that’s her territory, the living room. So an invisible demarcation line was drawn. Did it ensure peace? NO! We still slept in the same bed. Now that was another battleground!

“ We don’t talk anymore? “ She’d say in between puffs of smoke.

I’d pretend that I was asleep. But she’d blow it in my face.

“ I ‘m just avoiding arguments. I don’t want to argue with you.” I’d mumbled.

“ How can we communicate when we don’t talk? “

“ Can you please not smoke in bed. I have asmath and it bothers me when you smoke in bed.” I replied.

“ I smoke when I’m stressed out.”

“ NO! You smoke because you love smoking. You smoke before breakfast. You smoke during breakfast. You even smoke while YOU’RE CHEWING! “

I slammed the pillow as I clicked the light open.

“ YOU KNEW I SMOKED EVEN BEFORE YOU FIRST FUCKED ME! SO DON’T GET ALL HIGH AND MIGHTY WITH ME!” She flicked the stick and reached for the pack.

“ BUT I DIDN’T KNOW THAT YOU SMOKED EVEN WHEN YOU SLEPT!” I tried to control my anger but once the beast was loose…. it was loose!

I stood up and shook my head.

“ Do you know how it’s like to kiss someone who smoked as much as you do? I can even taste what kind of cigarettes you had. On Mondays you have that menthol after taste. Which isn’t so bad because I like mint but when you smoke the. …It’s like French kissing a muffler! THAT’S WHY I NO LONGER KISS YOU! “

Her eyes flared up. Its ok if I criticized her cooking because she knows she’s not good at it. It’s all right with her if I don’t like the books she reads because it is common knowledge she loves JERRY KOZINSKI. BUT never ever talk about her smoking habits! That’s the big SIN!

“ Its easy to hide behind a cigarette when you’re dick’s as big! You don’t kiss me anymore because you don’t feel like it. Not because of this smoking crap! I remember days when ‘we’d do it for hours and I’d smoke in between and it doesn’t stop you from clamping your tongue into mine! YOU DON’T KISS ANYMORE BECAUSE YOU CAN’T GET IT UP! “ She lit another one and smiled like a cat.

Of course that wasn’t true. I was horny as ever. It’s just that I just…can’t with her. Just the sight of her makes me… I don’t know. I slept inside the library that night. With WAR AND PEACE as my pillow.

Should have known that something was a foot when she cooked me breakfast. Or was it dinner? She was all smiles and asking for forgiveness. I thought everything was dead and buried as I gobbled up the salmon. How many people had salmon for breakfast? That should have tipped me off as well.

I was shooked out of my reverie by a shove. The devil pointed towards the kitchen and said. “ She did the ritual over there.”

“ RITUAL? What RITUAL? “

“ THE RITUAL OF TALOS.” He snorted.

I was about to ask why when he brutally cut me off.

“ Its an old trick that the priests of KNOSSOS used to to do during the year of POSEIDON. I don’t want to go into that. It’s kind of sick if you ask me. Involves all kind of ritualistic bullshit. From disemboweling to summonings and spitting into coffee mugs.”

‘ I thought I was poisoned? “

QUARTER GIVEN PART II

“ POISONED? I WAS POISONED? WHO POISONED ME? WHO? “ I started screaming again.


“ He’s dumb too! One thing about my luck, it’s always consistent. Got myself another mindless biblical offender. I always get those. But not GAMOTH. No,no,no! He gets the superior intellect variety! The “ those who can change the world’ types! Of course he gets incredible deals and pacts and offerings!”
She looks at me and swings her tail with her left hand.

“ But not me. I always get the losers. I’m definitely cursed!”

“ Who poisoned me?” I pleaded.

“ I’ll give you a hint. It’s a female! “

I sat down and primed my brain for immediate memory recall. I live with three women. My grandmother wouldn’t do it. I mean she’s my…grandmother. Grandmothers are not supposed to poison their grandchildren would they? If she wanted to poison me. She would have done it when I strangled her pet cat in grade seven. No it can’t be my grandmother.
How about our maid, ELSIE. She has access to the food and I do comment how bad her pork chops are when their deep fired. You can’t eat it after fifteen minutes. Becomes harder than an old pair of shoes. Almost impossible to cut with a knife, the following day so you can imagine what the left overs would look like.

Yes it could be the maid.

“ It’s the fucking Maid! SHE DID IT! “

The devil blew a lazy wisp of black smoke towards me.

‘ IT was NINA!”

“ No.”

“ NINA!”

“ No. “

“ NINA!”

“ NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!”

“ NINA NINA NINA NINA NINA NINA NINA!!!!! “ He was jumping and dancing to an unknown song as he jubilantly proclaimed to the bookcase the name of my slayer!

Not Nina.The love of my life. The girl who made my groin aches by just smiling sideways in my history class. Not Nina with the bosoms that heave and sigh when she rode my ram rod of infinity, shriveling it to a mere foot note after five minutes and thirty six seconds flat! Not Nina my…. my…

“ Yes it was your stupid live- in slut. Serves you right for not going down on her when she begged you to. Can’t understand you MEN-FUCKS. You want women to go down on you but you don’t even give them the common courtesy of a reach a…”

“ Please stop! I don’t want to here anymore. I just …let me just…”

I walked behind the sofa and stumbled on something.

‘ OH MY. …AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! “

It was my dead body. Arms contorted and the face… my dead face, locked in a stupid grin.

The devil put his arm around me and looked at the corpse.“ Eckkkk. I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes. Can you imagine the funeral? How can your relative have an open casket with that expression?” He slapped me on the shoulders.

I turned away and grabbed a pillow and covered the head. I then ran to the kitchen and opened the fawcet. I tried to vomit but the only thing that came out from me was a low moan.

“ Dead people don’t get nauseated. You can go thru the motions but why waste your slowly ebbing life essence. If I were you, I’d be busy collecting pasbacs. You don’t have much time left.”

I slapped some cold water on me and wait a minute! If I was dead. How come I can wet my face and fall down on my corpse? Does that mean that I can still move physical objects as well? If that may be then I could…yes! I could seek VENGEANCE!!!!!!

“ FUCK THE PASBAC! I want revenge! REVENGE YOU HEAR ME? COLD BLOODED REVENGE!!!!! “ I waived and flailed my arms. Striking the empty air with my fury laded punches.

“ Now you’re getting to be interesting.” He nodded. The devil then took out a match and struck it across his halfway protruding horns.

“ Excuse the bad habit but I’m running out of BRIMSTONE juice in account to maintaining this feeble form.”

“ Why don’t you assume your real body? No point in disguising it. I‘ve seen worse like that thing behind the couch.” I replied.

“ WELL SAID!” he shouted and there was a large explosion and the whiff of gunpowder.

This time he had three heads and all of them wore horns. “ So what are PASBACS? I’m going to tell you and you’re going to love this! “

I was going thru an old box of stuffs that contained my college years. I found pieces of love notes and short stories that I made. This is the dumbest piece I have found so far.

QUARTER GIVEN

I wasn’t sure how to react when I saw him. I mean my brain was screaming “RUN AWAY! “ While my legs pleaded for me to stay in place and hoped that I would be ignored. This tug of war went on for minutes or hours, I really couldn’t tell.

But it didn’t change the fact that the devil was sitting on my living room couch.

“ You don’t mind if I stretch my hooves, dear fellow. Had quite a journey.”

His voice was so proper and soft.

I nodded and just stared at him.

“Will you offer me any refreshment that you have at hand? “ He asked as he slowly tapped his horns while looking at me with disinterest.

I nodded again.

“ I can see that this is going to be a one sided conversation if I don’t do anything about my appearance. HERE!”
There was a loud explosion and a whiff of firecracker fumes and there sat a middle-aged woman with an umbrella.

“ Now does it make you feel better? “ She crackled.

I nodded again.

“ What must I do to make you talk? “ She hit her head with the umbrella.

I don’t know what made me speak after that. Probably because she reminded me of my grandmother who loved to hit her head with any object at hand when she fails to elicit a response from her grandchildren.

“ Well. It doesn’t really help even if you change forms … underneath them all. You’re still the devil! Right? “

She slowly turned her head and smiled, devilishly.

“ I always get the CHEEKY BASTARDS! NOW SIT DOWN! “

Without thinking, my buttocks and the leather surface of my couch met and embraced.

“ What do you have to drink around here? “

I motioned to the fridge and said,“ I think I have a few carbonated drinks but nothing really serious.”

She stood up and waved the umbrella in front of my face.

“ You’re not talking to your grand mother, you cheap lying bastard! Where’s the
DOM PERIGNON 67? “

“ You can’t have that! My Uncle just asked me to keep it for him just as soon his wife finished cleaning his library.” I tried to stand up while defending myself but my legs have long surrendered their will to him.

“ LISTEN UP, SONNY BOY! I’M HERE TO CART OFF YOUR CHEAP SOUL BACK TO THE INFERNAL REGIONS! YOU SHOULD BE KISSING MY ASS AND OFFERING ANYTHING I WANT, NOT TO! STUPID FUCK! “

The horns started to grow out of her head. She paused for a few seconds and tried jamming them back in. But they would only go back halfway and she groaned in disgust!

Her shoulders slumped in resignation.

“ Look at what you made me do. Look at what you made me do. I want to be the nice guy. A real nice guy but ….you made me lose my temper. And I HATE LOSING MY TEMPER! I FUCKING HATE IT! I have tried to act as decent and pleasant as devilishly possible but NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! YOU WONT LET ME! YOU HAD TO BE CHEAP AND UN HOSPITABLE! HOGGING THE GOOD STUFF INSTEAD OF SHARING IT WITH A TIRED TRAVELER! WELL NOW THE GLOVES ARE OFF! PACK YOUR BAGS AND NIX THE PANTS, YOU’RE GOING TO HELL!!!!!!!!”

Her skin began to blister as I heard a sizzling sound grow louder and louder. Her eyeballs melted and the white pap dripped on her chin as she started to lean towards me.

I scrambled to the book shelf and thrust my hand into the wedge between AMADIS OF GAUL and ‘ HOW TO MAKE YOUR CLASSMATE TAKE OFF HER PANTIES IN SEVEN DAYS”

My fingers gripped the bottleneck of the Dom and I immediately threw it at him, I mean HER!

She caught it with her tongue in mid flight and swallowed the entire bottle. She smiled and repressed a giggle.

“ TELL YOUR UNCLE THAT HE’S BEEN HAD. IT’S A CHEAP IMITATION! “

She coughed once and scratched her belly. She then patted the vacant space beside her and motioned for me to sit down.

My legs obeyed their new master.

“ Now let’s talk terms! What do you have to offer me, so I wont take your soul! “

“ Didn’t I just give you the bottle of the DOM… “

She shook her head. “ That was a hospitality gift! A welcoming boon. Nothing more! Now we have to bargain! What do you have that I can take to the NETHERWORLD and it must be of equal value as your soul! “

I hate it when my math teacher gives me problems that don’t have clear solutions.
This is clearly one of them. It reminded me of a test that involve two trains departing from different destinations and …ughh I forgot the details already.

“ My stamp collection? “

She shook her head and took off her bra. Her breasts had eyes on them and they stared at me without batting an eyelid.

“ Excuse me for a moment. The eyes of Horus wanted to see you before making a final judgment.

For the longest time those eyes stared at yours truly and it… deeply irritated me for reasons I can’t understand. Was it because I knew that I was being judged? Or maybe my eyes were used to seeing nipples where they should be!

“ Yes. Indeed you are guilty! Your soul is worth FIFTY MILLION PASBACS! You need to find something of equal weight. “

“ WHERE THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO FIND FIFTY MILLION PASBACS AND WHAT THE FUCK ARE PASBACS?” I started screaming!

She looked at me and then looked at her breasts. The eyes of Horus looked back at her and then looked at me. I looked at them and I looked back at the devil.

“ Now wonder she poisoned him, he’s a fucking brute! “ She said to the eyes.

“ POISONED? I WAS POISONED? WHO POISONED ME? WHO? “ I started screaming again.

Read in AIN’T IT COOL that Herzog is making a Loch ness Monster movie film. This is another childhood passion of mine aside from Heavy metal and comic books.
MONSTERS! Cinema spawned or culturally born!

I watched the PATRICK BERGEN film, LOCH NESS that was pretty stupid. I also saw the TED DAWSON film, another horrible enterprise.

So far no one has made the ultimate LOCH NESS MONSTER FILM. And the reason maybe the fact that NESSIE is not the “ ME, MONSTER ON THE LOOSE, DESTROY! KILL! EAT! “ Type or the “ ME, INNER-TERRESTRIAL CREATURE, BRING MESSAGE OF LOVE AND HOPE, BUT YOU CAPTURE AND EXHIBIT FOR SCIENTIFIC PURPOSES” variant

Nessie is a symbol of the unknown, the magical element that may or may not exist below the water line.

Herzog said that his documentary would be told in the backdrop of megalithic monuments, fey lines and Scottish traditions.

I’M INTERESTED IN watching what the director of Fitzcarraldo and AGUIRRE THE WRATH OF GOD will do for NESSIE.

The director of photography for AGUIRRE THE WRATH OF GOD was Thomas Mauch. Cool guy with a PRINCE VALIANT hairstyle. He was my teacher when I took 35 MM cinematography lessons and I have a couple of interesting stories with the making of our student film under him. I’ll write it down one of these days.

Anyway, I hope Herzog makes the Ultimate Nessie film. We need this more than that CHARLIE’S ANGELS BULLSHEET!