Parked on the beach in Oceanside, CA…
I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy.
I cannot get enough of this video…
Lane and I discuss the potential fallout of my poem, “Deep”:
laneinlosa (12:07:03 PM): This is, really, really, really deep.
Don’t even try to understand it.
It’s simplicity only adds to its depth.
It is,far, far, far deeper than you are.
joelnerd (12:07:13 PM): Fuck yeah, it is.
laneinlosa (12:07:22 PM): BLEW MY MIND
laneinlosa (12:07:28 PM): pop
joelnerd (12:07:35 PM): Totally.
laneinlosa (12:08:25 PM): how did you comprehend the gravity of that, just to articulate it into words?
laneinlosa (12:08:27 PM): DANG!
joelnerd (12:08:53 PM): I don’t know. I almost blew my own mind trying to get the words down.
joelnerd (12:09:06 PM): It’s fucking hardcore dangerous shit.
laneinlosa (12:15:58 PM): you live life on the edge BRO
laneinlosa (12:16:22 PM): you should be more careful
joelnerd (12:17:51 PM): I know, right? I might accidentally kill someone with my poetry. I should sell it to the military.
laneinlosa (12:18:04 PM): ha
laneinlosa (12:18:26 PM): “accidentally” wink wink
joelnerd (12:18:41 PM): I can’t be held responsible.
laneinlosa (12:18:48 PM): mmm
joelnerd (12:18:53 PM): If people can’t handle it, it’s on them.
laneinlosa (12:18:54 PM): good alibi
joelnerd (12:18:58 PM): Thanks.
laneinlosa (12:19:25 PM): good thing i didn’t die… anchulee [his girlfriend] would have tried to sue you
joelnerd (12:19:48 PM): Good thing.
laneinlosa (12:19:55 PM): yeah for both of us
Follow Lane on Twitter at @lanefarnham.
“Deep”
by Joel Traylor
This is
really, really, really
deep.
Don’t even
try
to understand it.
It’s simplicity only
adds to its
depth.
It is
far
far
far
deeper than you are.
“Leroy Clyde vs. the T-Rex”
by Joel Traylor
Let me tell you another story about Leroy Clyde. As you know, Leroy Clyde did not fuck around, and he especially did not fuck around back in the day. Now you also know about how the Space Time Vortex deposited all sorts of shit from all throughout space and time all over our lovely planet of Zaxon 7, and a lot of that shit was still alive. Well, this story is about our friend Leroy running into one of the scariest pieces of shit that Zaxon 7 has ever seen.
So one day Leroy Clyde is walking from his house to the Dust Town train station, as he has a poker game over in Clintonville that he wasn’t about to miss, when he hears a roar. Old Leroy looks up to see one of the largest and scariest predators the universe has ever known walking down the street toward him: a goddamn Tyrannosaurus Rex. And it looks pissed.
The T-Rex sees him and studies him with its beady little eyes, almost like it’s trying to decide just what Leroy Clyde might taste like. But just then, some dumb woman walks out of a nearby store and screams. And gulp! Just like that the T-Rex chomps down and eats her.
Leroy watches this poor woman’s legs kicking around, scraps of her polka dot dress flying everywhere, and he knows that – just like him – the T-Rex is not fucking around. It throws its head back, and the woman’s legs disappear down its throat. One of her red pumps hits the dusty road, and Leroy realizes that he spent the night with her just a week prior. Damn if he can’t remember her name.
The T-Rex stares at Leroy Clyde, and Leroy Clyde stares right back. And then, quick as a whip, the bastard dinosaur lunges at our hero, mouth open wide, its gigantic teeth going every which way.
But Leroy Clyde isn’t ready to get eaten just yet. He steps to the side, and he punches that goddamn T-Rex right in its goddamn face!
“Suck on that,” Leroy says.
The creature rears its head back and roars, and Leroy grabs his laser rifle off his back. He pushes back the brim of his hat, lines up the shot and blasts the ugly monster right in the eye. While the laser doesn’t kill it, it pisses it off even more, probably beyond all measure and reason. The T-Rex charges Leroy Clyde, and Leroy Clyde dances to its blind side. Confused and still running, the T-Rex tears down the street past Leroy’s house. As most of you probably know, Leroy lived right at the end of the deadliest dead end street of them all: on the edge a three-mile-high cliff. Needless to say, that was the end of that goddamn Tyrannosaurus Rex.
In case you’re wondering, Leroy Clyde did make it to his poker game on time. He even managed to bluff ten large off of a five-eyed Xindar with a two-seven-off-suit. While the universe didn’t always deal Leroy Clyde the best of hands, he always made the most of them.
I read this morning that Logan Lerman, the guy who plays Percy Jackson in Percy Jackson & the Olympians: The Lightning Thief, is very close to being cast as Peter Parker in the upcoming Spider-Man reboot. I enjoyed Lerman in The Lightning Thief. I thought he did nice work evolving his character’s unsteady charm into the winking confidence that his demi-god required. As Peter Parker, I’m pretty confident that he would deliver a solid and likeable performance, embrace the awkwardness and insecurity that defines Parker, and ultimately rise to the heroics that makes him Spider-Man. That’s all fine.
However, none of this forgives him being a franchise hog! Popular actors cashing in on multiple high-profile franchises is really nothing new. Did people cast aspersions on Harrison Ford for playing Han Solo and Indiana Jones? Did they level criticism on Humphrey Bogart for playing Rick Blaine and Sam Spade? I can’t say, but these days franchise hogging seems to have become an epidemic. It seems like every time I read the entertainment headlines there’s another franchise hog, and it’s gotten out of control.
Shia LaBeouf first got me thinking about this when he appeared in Transformers and then Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. I like Shia LaBeouf, and I know he worked for years to get to where he is. I’m sure when his agent came to him with the possibility of working on either film, he hesitated to think about the greater good. He just screamed, “Hell yes!” The idea of working with Steven Spielberg or even getting punched by Michael Bay were too good to pass up. No one can blame him.
Let me back up for a second and define what I mean by “franchise.” Entertainment lawyers may debate me, but I mean movies that are based on materials that have a devoted fan base and will likely lead to sequels. I’m talking about reboots, comic book movies, book adaptations, TV crossovers, etc. You know what I mean. Shia LaBeouf can make Eagle Eye and Disturbia all day long, as far as I’m concerned. The problem lies when he starts popping up in things that have become iconic to our culture, playing household name characters (or characters from tremendously popular movies) over and over: franchise hogging.
There have been plenty of other offenders lately. The surly and gravel-chewing Christian Bale chomped down on Batman and Terminator, a major issue for me. Should he be allowed to be both Bruce Wayne and John Connor? Robert Downey, Jr. played Tony Stark in Iron Man along with Sherlock Holmes. Shouldn’t he just get one?
Why is this a problem? It breaks the spell. I want to disappear into my entertainment. I want Batman to be Batman, dammit! I don’t want to be distracted thinking I just saw him fighting robots in the future. I don’t want to wonder if Jude Law will make a wink-wink cameo in the next Iron Man movie. I just want to grab on for the ride and not be distracted by stuff like this. Hats off to Peter Jackson for mostly avoiding huge name actors for the Lord of the Rings movies. Not to say that he went with unknowns, but can you imagine if he had cast Tom Cruise as Aragorn? What if Tom Hanks played Bilbo Baggins? Why not Cameron Diaz as Galadriel?
I also believe in spreading the wealth. Years ago, a friend of mine who does voice acting was lamenting the loss of voice work to name actors. Yes, Billy Crudup and Morgan Freeman, we’re talking to you. If you listen to the voice work in commercials these days, you’ll recognize Edward Norton , David Duchovny, Tom Selleck and so on. These jobs used to go to unknowns, but more and more big name actors (or their agents) have been muscling in on the voice action. I understand wanting to ride the gravy train that their success provides, but that half-day’s voice work would have paid someone else’s rent for a year.
The same goes for franchise hogging. Why not let somebody else get their big break?
Hollywood economics aside, franchise hogs mostly upset me as a fan. Nowhere is this more evident than in comic book movies. I grew up reading comics as a kid, and I still love them today. I celebrated the victories of comic book heroes and mourned their losses. They even helped me to better understand some of my own challenges growing up. While I didn’t have blue skin like Nightcrawler, I did know what it was like to feel ostracized sometimes. Peter Parker didn’t always get the girl, and neither did I. When you grow up loving these characters and their journeys, you want them brought to the screen with the greatest of care. And it’s a fucking honor to get to play their parts.
You shouldn’t be playing multiple superheroes. Period. Ryan Reynolds played Deadpool in the awful X-Men Origins: Wolverine and is set to appear in his own spin-off film about Deadpool. Awesome! But wait, he’s also going to be Green Lantern? And both movies are set to be released next year? What the hell? How can he be in both the Marvel and DC universes?
Unfortunately, it gets worse. Chris Evans was recently cast as Captain America in The First Avenger: Captain America. Congratulations, Chris. You look the part, you’ve got natural charisma, and you’ve proven yourself as a leading man and ensemble player time and time again. I can really see you wielding the shield, but you might be the biggest franchise hog of them all! Some of us are trying to forget the Fantastic Four movies, but we still remember you as the Human Torch. How are you supposed to play two characters in the Marvel universe? How does that work?
Why should we care about franchise hogs? Why does any of this matter? Because movies matter. There will always be a little kid in me that goes to the theatre to experience things far greater than I could ever experience in my own life. I want to live out dreams. These actors are our guides, and we look to them with trust and adoration. They shouldn’t mislead us. They shouldn’t confuse us. They should do right by the stories that they help to tell.
Did you ever see Coldblooded? You know, Wallace Wolodarsky’s genius dark indie comedy starring Jason Priestley? No? You need to.
In Coldblooded, Priestley plays Cosmo, a sullen young man who lives in the basement of a retirement home taking numbers for the mob. One day he is informed that he is going to be made a hit man, and he soon discovers that he has a natural talent for offing people. A deft script meets subtle performances, a low-key score and a minimalist visual style to create a film that couldn’t be dryer and more pitch-perfect. Fine supporting work from Kimberly Williams, Peter Riegert, Robert Loggia, Janeane Garofalo, Josh Charles and Michael J. Fox make it all the better.
It’s not available on DVD or Blu-Ray (hopefully someday), but I’d be happy to loan you my VHS copy. Of course, then you would need a VCR. What’s a VCR? Exactly. Fortunately, someone with no appreciation for copyright law has posted Coldblooded to YouTube in nine parts. Watch it here. Seriously, take the time. It’s great.
SyFy pulled down the original clip I had posted, so here’s this instead:
Did anyone watch? Wow. Gotta say, it might be my favorite of all the SyFy original movies. They really went for it, and the result is something pretty enjoyable. In case you missed it, the DVD releases April 27th.
Big web day today. I signed up for Twitter (@joelnerd), uploaded a mess of photos to Facebook, and tweaked this site. The brown bag look is called Cypher v.2, and it’s courtesy of Digital Visions in Queenstown, New Zealand. Thanks, mates!