New review, and public appearance.
If you’re in the Utah area, you’re probably familiar with Life, the Universe and Everything (LTUE), the annual SF/fantasy symposium held at BYU. It runs this Thursday through Saturday, and I’ll be there on Friday for a couple of panels. (Yup — they’re running five or six panels that were my suggestion, but I only got on the ticket for two.) One of them, on the history of the B-movie, had no one else volunteer to be a panelist, so it’s changed from a panel to a presentation, complete with Powerpoint.
For those of you unable to attend, you’ll have to content yourself with this week’s review of Watch Me When I Kill (1977), a movie in which (subversively) no one watches when the killer kills.
Aww, man. Nothing in the world would make me happier than a gander at those presentation slides. Is that a future podcast I smell, perhaps?
I might be tempted to put them up here in a PDF in the near future, but remember that they’re just the point form version of my three solid pages of text notes.
(Nothing in the world would make you happier? What kind of red-blooded American male are you?)
The kind that already enjoyed a wonderful night with his Valentine and is now sated as a snake who swallowed a small, suburban child.
I thought that suburban children were all obese.
I’ll defer to you on that. I’ve ceased anthropological observations of their kind in favor of a more interesting subject: the urban, liberal arts college student.
That kind is really only more interesting to other urban, liberal arts college students.