Hitler’s Pope: The Secret History of Pius XII (1999): Cornwell’s Dope

John Cornwell, Hitler’s Pope: The Secret History of Pius XII (Viking, 1999)

[originally posted 14Nov2001]

“Don’t you think a red carpet was a bit…tactless, boys?”
photo credit: Wikipedia

I feel guilty abandoning this book. The subject matter is tailor made to suit my tastes, and so many reviews of the book have focused, incorrectly, on Cornwell’s seeming obsession with attacking the Roman Catholic Church and his methods of research, that I couldn’t imagine not liking it when I picked it up. But quite simply, Hitler’s Pope is an unmitigated disaster.

Donner Pass (2012): Would You Like Fries with That?

Donner Pass (Elise Robertson, 2012)

 

“Come any closer and you’re gonna wish you were anthracite, baby!”
photo credit: IMDB

I’ve seen any number of reviews of Donner Pass that all seem to center around the same idea: good story hamstrung by bad acting. I’m not convinced this is the case on both counts; at least two of the actors here turned in performances that I quite liked (even if I found one of the characters portrayed an intolerable ass), while there were a number of aspects of the story I found infuriating. That said, the main mystery here is a pretty nice twist on the wild-mountain-man theme, and if you’re looking just at that aspect of it and squinting right, okay, I can see where those reviewers are coming from. One way or the other, though, we’re all ending up in the same place.

Head of a Sad Angel (1990): Last Will and Testament

Alfred Chester, Head of a Sad Angel: Stories 1953-1966, edited by Edward Field (Black Sparrow, 1990)

[originally posted 11Jul2001]

One of those rare books where the cover is just plain informative.
photo credit: Amacon

Alfred Chester is something along the lines of the godfather of what we now know as eighties literature. Warmer than Bukowski, more detached than Faulkner, closer to the point than Sherwood Anderson ever got, the novels pumped out thirty years later by such authors as Ellis and McInerney could have been tarred by the same brush, though Chester mixed a kind of hard-boiled romance with his stark realism. And yet, as Edward Field reminds us in his introduction to the book’s nonfiction appendix, Chester was almost totally forgotten by the time of his death in 1971, at the age of forty-three. The fact that an obscure, unknown, then-out-of-print writer could have still influenced a whole (albeit a bad) genre should tell us something: specifically, that Chester is possibly the most neglected important American writer of the twentieth century.

Dredd (2012): Draining Day

Dredd (Pete Travis, 2012)

Commit a crime, I lock the door.
photo credit: Rotten Tomatoes

I am one of the few who actually likes, in an entirely non-ironic way, Danny Cannon’s cheesy 1995 Judge Dredd with Sylvester Stallone in the title role. It’s a silly movie, but if you took it seriously, you were kind of missing the point. It’s meant to be over the top, and it succeeds gloriously. Because of this, I was maybe a little more wary of the 2012 reboot than I needed to be, especially when the glowing reviews started pouring in. So it took me perhaps longer to get round to watching it than it should have. Ultimately, you can count me up as yet another convert to the cause; while the film is not without its (minor) problems, Karl Urban filled those shoes far better than I ever thought he would, and the breathtaking cinematography from Alex Dod Mantle (who also worked with writer Alex Garland on the similarly-gorgeous 28 Days Later…) pushes it over the top from acceptable to incredible.

Witchcraze (1994): Build a Bridge Out of Her!

Anne Llewellyn Barstow, Witchcraze (HarperCollins, 1994)

[originally posted 11Jul2001]

“If she weighs the same as a duck…she’s made of wood!”
photo credit: betterworldbooks.com

I mentioned on a discussion board a couple of weeks ago that I’d started this book, and was immediately told by three different feminists to drop it as fast as possible. So as I continued on, I did a little outside research, and what I found was appalling, to say the least. After reading enough of the book to find myself agreeing with its naysayers, it got added to the pile for the Fifth Annual Gahan Wilson Bookburning (named for Gahan Wilson’s late and much-lamented book review column in the now-defunct Twilight Zone magazine; September’s column was his reviews of those books he’d read over the year that deserved to be converted into heating material).

Self Storage (2013): Access Code, Please

Self Storage (Tom DeNucci, 2013)

 

Sometimes you’ve just gotta do these things yourself if you want ’em done right.
photo credit: unobtainium13.com

I was sitting on the couch today watching movies and writing my review of the execrable pile of dog dung that is Infected, and when I clicked on Tom DeNucci’s name, I saw that he was involved in Self Storage, a movie I had just added to my Netflix queue a few days before. Thus it was that I found myself watching Self Storage a few hours ago. It is not by any means, as awful a film as Infected. Not a great film, by any means, but not a terrible one, either. Though take with as much salt as necessary, given that I’m a sucker for Michael Berryman.

Eyes Wide Shut (2000): A Prescription for Watching This Movie

Eyes Wide Shut (Stanley Kubrick, 2000)

[originally posted 28Jun2001]

Stanley did a bad, bad thing…
photo credit: impawards.com

The good news is: it’s not as absolutely downright awful as everyone said it was.

The bad news is: large parts of it are.