tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246085171943273782024-02-19T02:10:51.105-08:00NERDGASM LIVES!A celebration of all things geeky.
Sci fi, Fantasy, Horror, Comics, Cartoons and Computer games.Big Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12526855303594680503noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324608517194327378.post-4770069122998801132015-03-31T09:35:00.001-07:002016-10-19T09:37:37.444-07:00THAT BATGIRL COVER. Not an educated, but considered, opinion:<div class="MsoNormal">
Not an educated, but considered, opinion:<o:p></o:p></div>
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As the furore over the controversial Batgirl cover finally
breathes its last, and its final death throes have more an air of resignation than violence about them, I wish to rather cruelly de-fibrillate this beast and
parade its carcass across the pages of the internet to the same weary faces
that were glad to see the back of it in the first place.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The subject of this cover, or rather the reference this cover pertains to, is of course fraught with very
sensitive and dare I say, difficult matters to address directly, and therefore succinctly, but I'll have a go.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Having been a comic reader for over 35+ years I have
experienced them in many different incarnations, styles and representations.
When comic shops were dark, dusty, smelly places manned by Ygor like sub-humans
is where my tales begins, which is a world away from the shining bastions of
geek culture that they represent and embody today. In the days even before
Pokeio and YiGiMon, in the days before PS1, let alone PS4, when games were
loaded onto your computer with machine code via an audio tape at the success
rate of about 1 in 4; THIS was MY universe.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Almost a self-fulfilling prophecy; my favourite character is
and always has been the Hulk. Looking back I could not have seen just how much
a prophetic choice this was. A thoughtful and intellectual scientist, whose
life and relationships are marred by the childlike, misunderstood brute who
wanted to be either loved or simply left alone by humanity, and who is the manifestation
of his own extreme emotions.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Violence is not a new thing in comics. In fact it was
probably what drew me to them with such enthusiasm in the first place. Watching
Hulk SMASH the shit out some robot, or slug it out for 10 pages with the Thing
simply filled me with joy.</div>
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Bob Laytons Iron Man #123-#124 sees Whiplash and
Blizzard put through a wall at the end of a billiard table in an epic fight in a casino with the red and gold Avenger…. The panels were visual Prozac to my little
neonate mind; which overflowed with whimsy and nonsense alike. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The Heavy Metal Comic/Magazine was lush with sumptuous
sci-fi and fantasy art and full of very graphic violence and sexually explicit
imagery; my first taste of ‘sex, drugs and rock n roll’ in a comic book format.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Call me old fashioned but I have always seen violence
portrayed against women as less acceptable than against men, and not just that biologically innate sense of outrage that violence against women evokes, but even in the simple context of the fictional characters in comics.</div>
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Marshal Law was a masterpiece of violence
from Pat Mills and Kevin O,Neill which had a Judge Dreddesque protagonist on
the trail of a serial killer/rapist. It had a rape scene in one issue that
shocked me, and rightfully so. She (the victim) was portrayed in the comic as a
real person. One that had been introduced in earlier issues and who the reader
had built a relationship with, and one who I dare say I had a thing for. Yes,
Yes, David had a crush on comic book and cartoon characters so what? None more
so, I might add, than Diana the acrobat from the D&D cartoon series of the
80s, but I digress. To see this rape, this fatal rape no less, portrayed in
Marshal Law shocked me and upset me. Did I…? Would I want this comic banned? No.
I was reading a story. A fictional story… and my reaction made me feel very
vulnerable and very human. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Alan Moore’s masterpiece From Hell, which retells the story of
the Whitechapel Murders, follows the machinations of the infamous Jack the
Ripper in a work, which I think deserves one day, to be part of the literary
curriculum in schools. The violence is gruesome and in context and is
perpetrated against women and is truly horrific as anyone who is familiar with the history and the
legend that surrounds it, will know.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Even She-Hulk’s brutal beating at the hands of Red Hulk in
King-Size Hulk #1 made we wince more than once. After humiliating her, he chokes her into unconsciousness.
As she is losing consciousness, he whispers he could kill her at any time… The
threat stays with She Hulk and terrifies her even during her civilian moments.
Very powerful stuff. But would I want it banned? No. I had read a story. A
fictional story. And I felt its repercussions even after I had closed the pages. I hated Red Hulk for what he did. For making one of my
favourite Marvel Characters feel that way. And again ‘yes’, I have a thing for
She Hulk.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I want to 'feel'... I want evocative fiction and art. I want my emotions to affirm my life experience. The very fact the Batgirl cover was actually pulled from production is truly terrifying in the precedent it sets, as our course is pulled ever closer to the destination of Orwellian distopia. The image on the cover alludes to an event in the DC universe that happened over 25 years ago. I personally did not even make the connection when I first saw the cover. Perhaps because I wasn't looking to be offended?<br />
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I've heard some absurd arguments. Let me paraphrase what seems to be the most salient:<br />
'The current Batgirl title is read by teens and because of this it is inappropriate to use this image on its cover.'<br />
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Ok. Lets address this complaint. I will be as impartial and honest as I can be. The cover itself is not explicitly violent or sexual, but its theme is dark and menacing. It relates to a fictional event within comics over 25+ years ago in which the Joker sexually assaults Barbara Gordon. Many comic readers are aware of the event but not all have read the actual Killing Joke in which it was published. Many readers and comic collectors will not and did not immediately get the reference to the Killing Joke when they first looked at the cover. Myself included. The current Batgirl comic is rated as a Teen+ comic book which would suggest 16+ year olds read it, or rather should read it, or at least this is the suggested minimum age demographic for this publication.<br />
Are you seriously going to tell me that this cover. This COVER! is unsuitable for a 14+ year old audience who according to their age should not even have read the Killing Joke? Ironically less than two shelves away from this cover, there will probably be reprints of the Killing Joke which is suggested for mature readers, but which is quite obtainable by a comic book fan of any age entering a comic book boutique. Yes. It happens with DVDs, it happens with computer games, and it happens with comics too. Younger audiences buy material that it considered unsuitable for their age group.<br />
But regardless of this to suggest that this cover is a bad, corrupting, unsuitable image for young adults says more about the people making these accusations than it ever could about the cover image, or its creator, or its publication.<br />
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I've even heard apologists argue that: Oh it would have been a more fitting cover for Gail Simone's run on the title, but not for its current run or readership.....<br />
What the fuck has that got to do with anything? It is a Teen+ comic book. Even if nine year olds get there hands on it, then that's not the fault of the publisher. And even if a nine year old did read it, they could in no way make any reference to the cover image and the events in the Killing Joke unless... UNLESS... they had somehow gotten their hands on a copy of the Killing Joke as well, which is way outside the licensed readership. You see how ridiculous this all starts to get? We are ultimately not even talking about the image on the cover being offensive but the reference it makes, to an event in the pages of a stand alone publication called the Killing Joke. The image in itself is no more offensive than any other of Batgirl's previous issues.<br />
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Batgirl taking selfies in a crowded women's toilet? I find it ridiculous... Not really offensive... I might find it fun if I was a 17 year old teenager. Would I ban it? No.<br />
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Two armoured chicks on Motorcycles wielding swords as Batgirl Jumps between them. The violence here is much more palpable. The risk of harm much more distinct. But its dynamic. I quite like the cover. Would I ban it? No.<br />
But then why would we want some cretin no more qualified than us to look at every cover of a comic book and sanitise it because they 'dont like it' or 'dont find it suitable'? Remember it was a VARIANT COVER anyway! It references nothing that happens in the actual comic. Variant covers showcase other artists depictions and work, and their portrayals of events or characters within the given Universe that they are set.<br />
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Like a blind and enraged Samson these cretins would rather pull the Temple down upon themselves and everyone else... and feel content... and perversely empowered.<br />
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It is so much easier to destroy than it is to create. It empowers people thinking they can tear something down, simply because it offends them. The truly horrendous and unforgivable thing is that most of the time it doesnt offend them, but all they see is the opportunity to empower themselves.<br />
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Should we ban this:<br />
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These pieces of art make reference to the Rape of the Sabine Women. An episode in the legendary History of Rome. Should we censor? Who should be allowed to look at these?<br />
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The Rape of Prosepina. A sculpture which references the abduction of Prosepina by Pluto the God of the Underworld.<br />
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I have said it above, please read it one more time:<br />
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'Like a blind and enraged Samson these cretins would rather pull the Temple down upon themselves and everyone else... and feel content... and perversely empowered.<br />
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It is so much easier to destroy than it is to create. It empowers people thinking they can tear something down, simply because it offends them. The truly horrendous and unforgivable thing is that most of the time it doesnt offend them, but all they see is the opportunity to empower themselves.'<br />
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I ask you in all earnest, will you not think for yourselves? Do not let an hysterical narrative sway your mind to banning works or expressions of art simply because someone is offended, for here open the gates to Hell...<br />
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Big Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12526855303594680503noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324608517194327378.post-74868100168425501402012-08-11T06:07:00.001-07:002012-08-11T06:14:32.845-07:00Spam-heads & Drunken farts.Greetings Poozers,<br />
Big D bounds once more unto the breach to give you more classic covers.<br />
How about this for starters:<br />
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Luthor's tits! What are those people looking at? Forget that he can use his super-speed to phase through solid matter, travel back in time and break the light barrier... I mean those bystanders see that everyday. But to see the Flash with a head that rivals Gorilla Grodd's swollen helmet... I mean, I see people in red spandex with super-powers with physical deformities everyday... and I wouldnt dream of staring. Just plain rude. If I was Flash I'd punch them all to death. That'll learn 'em!<br />
Anyone remember that fad in the 80s when being a kid meant running around and slapping unsuspecting victims on the forehead and shouting 'SPAM'.... Aaaah, happier times. Flash... you dirty Spam Head!<br />
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And for the next dose of comic-cover-goodness, here's one of my favourite Iron Man covers:<br />
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Now its great for a number of reasons. Its great because it captures Tony Stark's realisation that his drinking and lifestyle have spiralled out of control to the point where his alcoholism is ruining his life as both an industrialist and superhero. Okay thats a given. But its the expression. This expression is not brought about by this terrible revelation as he looks at his dishevelled and broken self in the mirror. No, no... Tony is only human. He's been boozing all night, he's had a kebab from the local take-away and then he's sat down to take stock of himself before having a good old drunk fuelled fart.... and the poor fucka has followed through! Thats the truth of it folks. If your a true believer, you'll believe that and you'll love me for telling you. SHAZAM!<br />
The imprudent floating of drunken air biscuits is ill advised.Big Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12526855303594680503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324608517194327378.post-57093450022040138452012-07-26T09:19:00.000-07:002012-07-26T09:19:08.465-07:00Awkward teamings...Greetings Terrans,<br />
Anyone remember The Champions?<br />
No loss of kudos if you dont. They were a rather short lived Marvel team from the70s. <br />
I mean The Defenders roster at any given time was usually a strange collection of loners and outcasts... <br />
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But The Champions? Who on Earth put these mixture of motely knobbers together?<br />
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Two X-Men rejects, a Russian defector, a stunt rider turned Spirit of Vengeance and a Greek Demi-god.<br />
Aaah, I dont mean to be too harsh. Reality is, I own every Champions comic as I adore anything with my main man Herc in. They are fun, but lack of interest due to a run of B-list villains and awkward scripting led to its early demise. It may be worth noting that no member of the Champions (except Ghost Rider) had ever had his or her own, solo comic up to this point. In 1973 Ghost Rider got his own title,<br />
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but Black Widow hadn't been seen since Daredevil 124 and neither Iceman or Angel had been seen since X-Men 94. It wouldnt be a mega 33 years later that Hercules got his own regular title with the Incredible Hercules in 2008. Although he had, had one or two 4 issue limited series, and countless appearances in Thor and Avengers comics.<br />
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Swarm - A Nazi bee-keeper whose creations had turned on him. <br />
Pluto (that Herc's uncle, God of the Underworld, not the Disney dog) <br />
The Porn Quartet consisting of STD Man, The Cock Ring, Herpes Simplex and Fanny Crab.<br />
Ok... I made that last one up.<br />
But here's a special treat.... talking of cock rings...<br />
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Just less than one half of The Champions: Me as Hercules and the lovely Kate as Black Widow. Excelsior!Big Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12526855303594680503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324608517194327378.post-3815529931767489062012-07-25T08:08:00.000-07:002012-07-25T08:08:07.158-07:00How tall is Absorbing Man and where are the Houses of Parliament?Greetings Earthicans,<br />
Im here again to share some more delicious comic cover imagery from yester-year to astound and baffle your heightened, but barely adequate nerd-senses.<br />
Comic covers are a work of art. They are a piece of social history. Some are so iconic that they echo down through the ages and become synonymous with the hero they represent, standing alone as a testemant to a classic moment in comic history. <br />
Of course, in the 70s & 80s a comic cover often had little to do with what went on inside the comic. Spidey plummeting into a vat of toxic waste on the cover, might mean that Peter Parker chafes his hands on some rather rough paper toweling during the story and Hulk being bombarded with nuclear warheads on the cover, might mean he strokes a cow in a field.<br />
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So whats this about? Maybe they get hit by a giganto-ray during the comic?.... Nah... read it... doesnt happen. They fight, they smash, they fall off...<br />
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Oooo 'ang on a minute... I can remember Absorbing Man being 100ft high and fighting Thor... Nuff said.<br />
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And here is Mr. Nasty-and-balds first appearance waaay back in Journey into Mystery 114 (March 1965)</div>
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Anyways, Spider-Man #95 (1971), check out the cover. LOVE IT!</div>
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Watch our Bobbies go! Leaping into action without a care for their own safety and with barely more than a wobble of the tit-like appendage on the top of their heads. Look at that one in the background. He's better than Spider-Man! Im glad the rest of the world see our police force as psuedo-superhuman tit wearers. It comforts me.</div>
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Tour Guide:'Please ignore the terrorist on the roof of the bus firing a semi-automatic weapon at a costumed vigilante.On your left you will see the famous St. Catherines dock, and the Inn where Charles Dickens himself penned some of his classic, Victorian literature. On your right you can see Spider-Man and some policeman kicking the shit out of some man with a moustache.... Oh and theres Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament again....Didnt we pass the Houses of Parliament on Westminster Bridge?'</div>
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Since when were the Houses of Parliament next to Tower Bridge? Ok, American comic book artists, how would you like it if I drew Disneyland next to Disneyworld...? Eh? Eh?</div>Big Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12526855303594680503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324608517194327378.post-65243743458844803662012-07-20T07:04:00.001-07:002012-07-20T07:04:49.110-07:00Comic-cover-tastic!Greeting Earthlings.<br />
Over my next few blogs I'll be hoping to share some classic moments from comic book history with you. First appearances, my favourite comic covers, and an in-depth look into some of comics most loved super-heroes as well as some of its more embarassing B-listers. <br />
My comic sack is always full, and I am always eager to disemmenate its contents onto a willing audience. <br />
Feast your eyes on two comic covers of yester-year (silver & bronze age) that I found on a rummage through said sack. <br />
Now Ill be honest, and Kryptonian Warrior may kick my ass, but I am not one of Superman's biggest fans. Sure, I reserve an amount of pomp reverance for the icon, the hero, the legend that is he, but my vast collection sadly lacks any volume of Superman comics (I only have a measly 114 Superman comics in assorted titles). <br />
Im even less of a fan of his long time pal Jimmy Olsen. But what can I say? This comic cover had it all for me. Batman being pressed slammed and Superman taking a nice, solid, side kick to his abdomen? OOOF! And not by an irrate Solomon Grundy, or indeed Lex Luthor in Kryptonite armour.... But by none other than Jimmy himself! What a dude.<br />
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I mean just look at Jimmy. He looks like he's gonna get all Bane on Batman's ass, and I've seen Superman take direct hits from artillery and still remain standing, but Jimmy's kick even has Superman going for a burton. I bet your just dying to know what goes on inside the comic? Has Jimmy gone mad? Is Jimmy actually saving Batman after a fall from a high building, whilst simultaneously swatting a fly on Supermans abdomen? Well tough titty. You'll never find out. It's mine, and I open my comics for NO-ONE! (Superman's Pal, Jimmy Olsen No.92 1966)<br />
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My next cover has something you probably thought you'd never see. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and over 6ft tall. Hmmm.... Yes, he does sound rather arian doesnt he? But who would have ever thought that Thor the mighty God of Thunder would be taking orders from Hitler himself? Yes, rub your eyes in disbelief. That is Adolf Hitler on the cover and that is Thor being his bitch. <br />
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Who'd have thunk it eh? But it happened kids, it happened... Ein, Zwei, Drei...<br />
(Invaders No.32 1978)Big Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12526855303594680503noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324608517194327378.post-75437366554655245682012-01-22T08:17:00.000-08:002012-01-22T08:17:57.359-08:00Animalympics!Greetings Earth Dwellers, and once more unto the breach as we arrive at the penultimate entry in my Top 5 Alternative Animated Features countdown.<br />
The most memorable cartoon experiences come of course from our childhood, when wonderment and suspension of disbelief allow us to experience the symphony of colour, movement and sound to its fullest extent. But not all of these experiences survive a revisit.<br />
Although nostalgia is a powerful thing, the true test is watching it again and whether as an adult you are able to embrace it as you did when you were a child. The myriad levels and depth of some cartoons are such that they can always be enjoyed with any amount of watching. <br />
Animalympics was one such animated feature. <br />
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At its most basic, its about animals (albeit anthropomorphic ones) competing in the Olympic games. Fantastic idea to begin with, as we've all asked the questions: Who would win in a fight between a kangaroo and a buffalo? Who would win in a race between a Crocodile and a leopard? etc. All these questions and more are answered in this film. But also the voice characterisations, the subtle humour and tongue-in-cheek puns, the story of adversity, triumph, love, and joy, combine to make an animated spectacle that I have always been able to watch and enjoy since I first saw it in 1985. The cherry on the top is the masterful soundtrack that was composed and performed by Graham Gouldman (10cc Bassist) and compliments the cartoon to sublime effect.<br />
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With the Olympics here upon us, in our very capital, Animalympics is perhaps more topical than ever. <br />
Enjoy another muscial clip from the film and Ill see you at the next blog.<br />
Big D out.<br />
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Best known for his works: Lord of the Rings, Wizards, and Fritz the Cat, Ralph Bakshi teamed up with fantasy artist Frank Frazetta for the (1983) animated feature Fire & Ice.<br />
Although given limited release and financially unsucessful, the film is no less enjoyable than any of the classic fantasy romps that were around at the time. Beastmaster, Conan et al.<br />
In my opinion Bakshi's dark, brooding style coupled with the realisation of Frazetta's artwork make for a heady combination that is difficult to forget. <br />
Of course the reason it is at my No.1 of alternative animated features is, as always, because of the lowest common denominator. A scantily clad woman. Princess Teegra. <br />
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She was the first, and probably only, cartoon character I lusted after with all the pant arousing passion that any young man could muster. Barefooted and wearing a microkini that remarkably defied all the laws of physics, she bounced around the screen with the wanton abandon of an over inflated novelty armchair.<br />
Now I realise that Frank Frazetta's fantasy women are exactly that. Fantasy. Although porn star Daphne Rosen does bear some resemblence.<br />
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But I was young and impressionable... and, as most nerdy teenagers are, pathetic and desperately horny.<br />
But all hornyness aside its an animated classic and a definate must for all fantasy fans.<br />
Heres the theatrical trailer for the movie. Hopefully it'll whet your appetite and you'll go and watch it on Youtube.<br />
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If you can, watch the movie. NOW! There are some truly great moments. Pay special attention to the finale. Its essentially the Battle of Yavin, Death Star run, but through the ice trenches of Necron's stronghold, and instead of X-wings its Dragon Hawks. Fantasy-tastic!<br />
There it is. The final installment in my Top 5 Alternative Animated Features.<br />
Keep tuning in kids, and Ill see you at the next blog.<br />
Big D out.Big Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12526855303594680503noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324608517194327378.post-55760929087907710192011-11-05T08:21:00.000-07:002011-11-05T08:41:19.953-07:00Music to my ears, and more than meets the eye.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYaWcBa49z2AM7SD1X9ACDSnjlMzdI4p-UACqh8Vk4FdeNDauDUltsNlFLaLQDX7vZRm1MPRPiUQMqTcOKEnGuRE4D0BBwo3S9QRxE4iO8okPV2q2065-aX_to-7a8FvNeWXB6w28WmqU/s1600/transformers_the_movie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYaWcBa49z2AM7SD1X9ACDSnjlMzdI4p-UACqh8Vk4FdeNDauDUltsNlFLaLQDX7vZRm1MPRPiUQMqTcOKEnGuRE4D0BBwo3S9QRxE4iO8okPV2q2065-aX_to-7a8FvNeWXB6w28WmqU/s320/transformers_the_movie.jpg" width="210" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
This cartoon has got it all. Life, death, high drama, and robots that turn into dinosaurs.<br />
As well as Eric Idle, Orson Wells, and Mr. Spock. Ooh I nearly said Dr. Spock there, and you would have had to kill me. <br />
The music for the film was nothing short of rocktastic! and had me punching the air (as well as my friend sat next to me) at every power chord and every exhilirating 80s Def Zeppelinny Halenesque riff that was tortured from the guitar. <br />
I readily admit that NASA had to be contacted in order to calculate how many times I actually watched this movie/cartoon. Its off the fucking charts!<br />
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Transformers the Movie (1986) is where it was at, and in my nostalgia filled mind where it still is. Hollywood can keep their crappy Transformer films (you know the ones Im talking about) and kiss my shiny metal ass! Proving that simplicity is the key to adventure. It wasnt overburdened with bollocksy character developement or building to an ultimately dissapointing climax through tedious narrative. It started... there was a fight... then another fight... then some sentimentality... then another fight... then a break... then another fight... then a huge fight... and then it finished. PERFECT!<br />
This has to be my Number 3 favourite alternative animated feature.<br />
Ba weep granna weep ninny baap!Big Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12526855303594680503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324608517194327378.post-33430531720099759012011-05-16T05:54:00.000-07:002011-08-02T07:33:46.363-07:00Where do we all live?Were do we we all live?<br />
Well if you were smoking Morrocan Woodbines and listening to the Beatles in the 60s the answer would be: A Yellow Submarine.<br />
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I know its quite fashionable and some people think its a bold statement of their individuality to say that they do not like the music of the Beatles. I say these people are stunted, pretend, little half creatures, who will ultimately lead very sad lives. Its not because in all sincerity they dislike the Beatles, but usually because they think it gives them such an air of debonair chic to be contrary to such a monumentally, important episode in the history of music. In short, they are arse-heads.<br />
Yellow Submarine gave me, a very young boy at the time, a context for the Beatle's music and so I instantly fell in love with the film. It was pretty much like an hour and a half music video of the Beatles.<br />
The story, characters, music and highly stylised visuals and animation conspire together to make what I consider a fantastic animated experience.<br />
Many years later I met one of the animators of the film, Geoff Loynes, who now, of all things makes his living as Santa Claus. An old-school animator, he is an absolute joy to converse with and still remembers the film fondly.<br />
Although the opening is somewhat grey and desolate it had me hooked from the chorus: Aaaaaaah look at all the lonely people....<br />
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So No.4 in my Top 5 Alternative Animated Features is: Yellow Submarine, and to see you out here is one of my favourites from the film.<br />
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See you next blog for No.3. <br />
Big D out.Big Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12526855303594680503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324608517194327378.post-59221406501788399142011-05-14T06:00:00.000-07:002011-05-14T09:08:58.706-07:00Watership Down but not out.Greetings Earthlings. Lets talk cartoons shall we? <br />
A colourful interplay of sights and sounds; larger than life, but totally accesible to the youngest of viewers.<br />
Cartoons are a veritable Aladdin's cave of sacred memories for us all.<br />
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Luminaries such as, Disney, Hanna & Barbera, and the Warner Bros. stable each deserve a blog of their own, as perhaps does every anime studio. Maybe I'll visit these in later blogs, but rather than me bang on about their merits here, let me introduce you to my Top 5 Alternative Animated Features.<br />
These are the ones I had on VHS and watched endlessly, or rented at the weekend from the local Video rental store (aaaah the 80s) to watch ad infinitum over the weekend, only to have my brother do exactly the same when he came of age. They are therefore indelibly etched on my psyche and their sentiments always in my heart.<br />
Saying that I do remember purposely taping over one of my brother favourites: Flash Gordon (The Greatest Adventure of all). He used to watch the shitting thing 4 times a day.<br />
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Now awash with nostalgia after watching that, Ill probably go and watch the other 9 parts. It reminded me of happier times when my brother was a cute kid with missing front teeth and a lisp, when WWF moves were so much easier to do on him, and his will was that much more pliable. Rather than the billigerant, whiskey swigging, misanthrope he has become. <br />
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While Im here I'll use this blog a forum to express my regret at taping over my brothers treasured memory:<br />
Im sorry for taping over your cartoon Adam, which you then spent the rest of your life searching for.<br />
Here is a missing piece of your lost childhood. Please watch the rest of it on Youtube... AND STOP FUCKING COMPLAINING ABOUT HOW I TAPED OVER IT WHEN YOU WERE 8 YEARS OLD!<br />
Aaaaand Im back in the room.<br />
So my No.5 Alternate animated feature is:<br />
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With its dark and menacing undertones and its unabashed violence and horror (for a cartoon), many have argued that Watership Down is not for children. I say because of this, it is one of the most important childrens cartoons ever. An emotional tale of sentimentality, comedy, comeraderie, mortality and triumph over adversity, It ticks all the boxes. It certainly does not shy away from the sheer brutality of nature, and at times the horror is very palpable... but it is a cartoon. No one ever got upset because Jerry cut Tom's head off. <br />
You have the accessability of a cartoon with some very grisly and indeed real, if unfortunate, aspects of life wrapped in superb story telling. <br />
If a child has ever been traumatised by Watership Down then there was something wrong with the kid, not the film.<br />
Cementing Watership Down's reputation as a life affirming experience, Nigel Hawthorne, John Hurt, Richard Briers and Zero Mostel use their vocal talents to sublime effect. <br />
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So, Watership Down, No.5 in my Alternative Animated Features list. Please tune into my next blog when we'll whip off the veil to reveal what is at No.4<br />
Big D out.Big Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12526855303594680503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324608517194327378.post-50166967736553909972011-04-26T06:30:00.000-07:002011-04-26T06:42:01.808-07:00Im Bane and Im WINNING!The place: Design & Business Centre, Islington, London<br />
The Event: Kapow! Comic Convention<br />
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CRACK!<br />
I must have broken the back of nearly a hundred people over the weekend. Happy smiling faces as they dangled over my knee like broken ragdolls. <br />
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'Hey... Bane... Can you break my back?'<br />
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I honestly dont think there was much of the weekend that I didnt come out of character.The mask hardly came off. I went to the pub and ordered drinks as Bane.<br />
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There was a moment between me and the Landlady at O'Neils on Saturday evening, when she asked me to remove my mask.... I simply gave her the steely Bane stare and said:<br />
'Do you know who I am woman?'<br />
'Ill take it off for you...', she retorted.<br />
And preceded to peel my mask off and dangle it infront of me. It could have been a Mary Jane and Spidey moment, and I must admit I did feel a touch of romance wash over me... But alas. I am Bane, and there is no room in my life for such things. Oh yeah, and my wife probably wouldnt have appreciated it.<br />
The culmination of the weekend for me, was winning the cosplay parade. My stage performance left me feeling giddy and crapulent, and I lumbered from the stage doe eyed, grinningly inanely and cooing gently to myself.... under my Bane mask.<br />
When I went up with the five finalists and was announced as the winner, Im sure I left my body for a second, and hovered... looking down at an achievement that a month ago was the stuff of fantasy and reserved for my daydreams. <br />
I had gone to a Comic Convention.... dressed as Bane.... And I had won the coplay parade...<br />
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I knew a fair few people there. Dom, John and Dexter were legends. Claude was his usual inimitable self. Staff from Orbital and GOSH looked rosey cheeked and plump of fetlock. But I finally got to meet the people that had made everthing possible. HA:UK, thats Heroes Alliance UK for those of you not up on your acronyms. They are a group of super-powered humans, affiliated the Make A Wish foundation and do sterling work for charity. I love each one of them, and have decided to have their babies.<br />
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Please share my glory by watching the 2 videos of the cosplay parade:<br />
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Here are three of my favourite photos. One of me and a kid dressed as Batman, one of me showing that Bane does have a soft spot for Batman, and one done for me by my friend Chris. <br />
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Big D out.Big Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12526855303594680503noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324608517194327378.post-66741142613596876012011-03-29T06:41:00.000-07:002011-03-29T14:59:24.216-07:00The Blackest of Holes.A slighlty darker tale than the usual Disney outings of the time, and riding on the tail of the Behemoth that had thundered through our lives in 1978 to leave its footprint indelibly on the sidewalk of sci-fi, cinema history,The Black Hole was at best, a forgettable story with some very memorable characters and moments.<br />
Vincent as the sass talking, hovering robot and Ol' Bob as a forgotten, obsolete model with a redneck accent were instantly endearing to the young, Disney staple viewer such as myself.<br />
Maximillian Schell as Reinhardt was delightlfully, manical and menacing in equal measure<br />
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But I think as a movie for youngsters it is ultimately... unsatisfying. Watching it again as an adult, I still like it and think there is some great moments, but most importantly the very unsettling and spooky moments seem just as spooky as when I watched it as a kid.<br />
That bit where Anthony Perkins rips the mask off of the face of a supposed robot to find a zombified crew member, is still vivid and chilling. <br />
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Which brings me to my raison d'blog: Spooky Robots.<br />
Maximillian is at No.1. There you have it.<br />
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So ends the Top 5 Spooky Robots countdown. Please tune in to my next blog where we'll find out if I have any ideas left.<br />
Big D out.Big Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12526855303594680503noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324608517194327378.post-35709002860027617062011-03-14T15:11:00.000-07:002011-03-14T15:11:42.843-07:00Stepford MILF's<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6SQENtqD0CifZ_xFw9dTAfuU9VQgTcVcO8TvVyjNWtwxLwKa5-QHJ99becriIEJceCnAfFP-wqzYNgcCoxYpPBEuF6cmjBlpeEN6pNYDAJeaevoCpQsLuTYlYaLGx0lFVCMh3nV3PcDo/s1600/Stepford+wives.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6SQENtqD0CifZ_xFw9dTAfuU9VQgTcVcO8TvVyjNWtwxLwKa5-QHJ99becriIEJceCnAfFP-wqzYNgcCoxYpPBEuF6cmjBlpeEN6pNYDAJeaevoCpQsLuTYlYaLGx0lFVCMh3nV3PcDo/s1600/Stepford+wives.jpg" /></a></div>A great sci-fi thriller. The 1975 original was a great piece of social satire, and still makes for both chilling and thought provoking watching today. Full of twee, effete housewives in floppy hats, flowery dresses and pinnies gliding around in a very unstettling suburban dream.<br />
I could swear some of the sets were re-used in the late 70s early 80s porn films as, Im sure, were some of the wives.... and if they weren't they should have been. Grrrrr...<br />
Im not sure I fully understood its impact when I first watched it as a kid. It was billed as sci-fi/Horror, yet there were no monsters, no robots that looked like robots, and definately no space battles. Of course the chills came from much subtler devices. The growing concern and eventual maniacal, panic of Katherine Ross is played to perfection and is really what carries the story along so effortlessly. The scene that still haunts me today is the films climax. It hasnt lost any of its power and it still gives me a twinge of the galloping hoopazootiks.<br />
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Of course many films have used the doppleganger to chilling effect. Both Invasion of the Bodysnatcher films (1956 & 1978) were masterful, and I've even mentioned The Two Faces of Evil from the Hammer TV show in an earlier blog, as my most chilling doppleganger moment. Even in the scene above with her nipples like carpenters thumbs, and a pair of devil's dumplings so pert you could tell the time by them (Im sure they said a quarter to nine), it doesn't detract from the horror, but cleverly juxtaposes it with something titillating and arousing. A combination that always makes me shift uncomfortably in my seat.<br />
'...Help me somebody.... I dont know how I feel...'<br />
Heres another great scene which proves spookyness doesnt need ghosts or the supernatural: <br />
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I thought we were friends indeed... Spooky robot No.2: The Stepford Wife.<br />
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Now before I sign off, time for another quick rant:<br />
What the fuck did they do with the 2004 Stepford Wives remake? You thought I'd forgot about that eh?<br />
Not fucking likely.<br />
Christ! They had a half decent cast as well. Nicole Kidman can do a very good beleaguered wife (Dead Calm), Glen Close can definately do spooky (Fatal Attraction) and Bette Midler.... Well, she can do anything, and usually does.<br />
A comedy? A bad comedy at that. It cut the dangling balls straight from under the true story's hairy crotch.<br />
The Maitres of the Hollywood Cookie Cutter and the non-existent audiences they think theyre appealing to..... A little message.... FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU ALL..... HOLLYWOOD IS DEAD TO ME!<br />
That is all...<br />
Tune in for No.1 in the top 5 spookiest Robots countdown in my next blog.<br />
Big D out.Big Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12526855303594680503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324608517194327378.post-67282430831060968182011-03-02T08:26:00.000-08:002011-03-29T14:50:39.336-07:00Robo-ginga!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUgBy976P-Cij9G9RRV7C8r2KwXLVEUFaVOQRAJiCRDD0Tya1v42ViLp2zC10lHYwea6hR3KBGk2IzHfOk27c1rp-6LDb8fkVTbfxbDREPrvogH-y91hphiQ4vzv-VEHXu0lZm1YRpfUg/s1600/220px-Demon_Seed_1977.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUgBy976P-Cij9G9RRV7C8r2KwXLVEUFaVOQRAJiCRDD0Tya1v42ViLp2zC10lHYwea6hR3KBGk2IzHfOk27c1rp-6LDb8fkVTbfxbDREPrvogH-y91hphiQ4vzv-VEHXu0lZm1YRpfUg/s320/220px-Demon_Seed_1977.jpg" width="212" /></a></div>Little bit of an esoteric one this. I am hoping some 'real' nerds read my blog, as its only a 'real' nerd who would know what Im talking about when I say: Demon Seed.<br />
1977. (Again with the 70s!) The lovely Julie Christie stars as in a rather strange role that has her impregnated, or rather raped and impregnated, if you want to get down to mechanics, by an artificially intelligent computer called Proteus IV.<br />
Proteus IV is apparently a system, incorporating organic elements in a quasi-neural-matrix giving it, to all intents and purposes, the power of thought. Now the voice alone is spooky. Spooooookily spooky, and believe it or not, it is none other than the voice of Robert Vaughn, who requested his name be removed from the credits. Vaughn in my opinion does the best spooky computer voice EVER!<br />
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But this is the Top 5 Spooky Robot Countdown, I hear you cry! Of course children, of course. Proteus IV isnt my choice. <br />
It's Proteus VI's offspring that is so spooky it has to be seen to be believed.... (ROBO-GINGA ALERT!)<br />
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Another creeped-out creation of Proteus' is an invalid's wheelchair with a mechanical limb attached to it. Yes, you heard me correctly. Like something straight out of Herbie Hancock's 'Rockit'.<br />
So, what do you call the child of an artificial intelligence and a human? I suppose the term 'robot' will fit loosely. This particular robot gains a hell of a lot of extra spook points for having ginger hair as well. (ROBO-GINGA ALERT!)<br />
So the Demon Seed is No.3 in my Top 5 Spooky Robots countdown. <br />
The films premise is an intelligent, thought provoking one, but one which I think is not fully exploited due in large part to production values. Originally a novel by Dean Koontz, it is still worth a read or in fact a watch.<br />
Tune in to Spooky robot No.2 in my next blog.<br />
Big D out.Big Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12526855303594680503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324608517194327378.post-42620617659969455762011-02-26T06:09:00.000-08:002011-02-26T06:10:29.768-08:00Logan's Drub<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsal7r57RXFgLAhU_k_l95lVnlNgg4qIpHx5VOD2Icznv0lD8tgVj970cjVYu_StHD6yr0PeOU2aD83-w2q0Cy_dZ1jpjYJ9l9E0SiktRelQ2lVqLlygvlAlV_96lhF0uXcCKWL2EXz1M/s1600/box.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsal7r57RXFgLAhU_k_l95lVnlNgg4qIpHx5VOD2Icznv0lD8tgVj970cjVYu_StHD6yr0PeOU2aD83-w2q0Cy_dZ1jpjYJ9l9E0SiktRelQ2lVqLlygvlAlV_96lhF0uXcCKWL2EXz1M/s1600/box.png" /></a></div>Its been mentioned once before, but for the sheer creepiness of the robot in it, I will invoke the film again:<br />
Logan's Run.<br />
Now dont get me wrong, It hasn't been mentioned twice in this blog because I think it was the best that sci-fi had to offer in the 70s and not because it is one of my all time favourites, but it does have what I consider to be one of the spookiest fucking robots ever!<br />
His design, his movement, his wierd, spaced out, dialogue, the fact he likes to freeze humans and feed them to the unsuspecting populace above, and of course his super-creepy catchphrase:<br />
'Fish and plankton, and seagreens and proteins from the sea....'<br />
A harmless enough sentance, but said with such insidious intent, it makes my flesh crawl.<br />
His poetic, monologue and lyrical waxing about his birds and the wind whispering his name is beautiful but has such fatalistic undertones. Like someone trying to woo you before fatally raping you.<br />
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On my journeys through many a movie blog, the robot in Logan's Run seems to be much derided. Why? I have no idea. One assumes if these so-called critics are splashing about in the vast sea of 70s sci-fi they must at least like or have an understanding of the genre. If so, the merit of this most creepiest of robots would be apparent.<br />
Saying that though, a reader had commented on one blog saying:<br />
'If they all lived their lives in a domed city, how comes Michael York's character has an English accent?'<br />
Fuck me... Who are we dealing with here? Because you mother sucks cocks in Hell, thats why.<br />
Please express your disgust at the writer and the moronic reader who left a comment at: <a href="http://blog.moviefone.com/2010/04/15/where-everyone-has-gone-before-4-logans-run/">Movie Blog: Logan's Run</a><br />
Anyway, 'Box' for that be his name is No. 4 in my Top 5 Creepy Robot countdown. Can they get any creepier? Tune in to my next blog to find out.<br />
Big D out.Big Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12526855303594680503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324608517194327378.post-63659990398103751252011-02-22T04:35:00.000-08:002011-02-22T04:41:44.407-08:00C-Creepio!ROBOT. <br />
Tempting to think it might be an acronym like LASER (Light Amplification through Stimulated Emission of Radiation), the word is actually Czech, and means simply worker or slave.<br />
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Zombie-like in cadence and mannerisms. Slow, ponderous and unswerving in their loyalty to their maker.... and paradoxically ready to run amok and kill their maker at the drop of a hat, is perhaps how we see the classic robot. But the image, role and perception of the robot has changed myriad times through sci-fi history. One thing though, has always remained a constant for me. Some are cool, some are cute, some are even humourous. But they are all.... CREEPY. Brrrrr... (shiver)<br />
To illustrate my feelings here starts the Top 5 Creepiest Robots countdown. <br />
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Now I suppose the first of movie's creepy robots has to be Maria from Fritz Lang's Metropolis (1927), but then again every single character from every black & white movie from the 1920s is creepy. Those silent, googley-eyed, actors, with their over-the-top physical gestures and the camera speed giving their movements a frantic, jittery air of the maniacal is enough to creep out the person who knitted Freddy Kreugers sweater.<br />
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The imposing and impenetrable, mute, brute, Gort from The Day the Earth Stood Still (1951) is another example. Klaatu Barada Nikto. I hear you say. A phrase that would echo down through cinema history. Toys, Army of Darkness, Tron are a few films which make use of the (para)phrase.<br />
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Now Im going to get in so much trouble for my first entry at No.5 in the Creepiest Robots countdown. <br />
Hell, I may even get death threats.<br />
C-3PO. There I said it. <br />
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But this is one uncle I wouldnt leave alone with my kids.<br />
Having a camp robot is creepy enough, but there are times when his neurotic campness just spills over into Creepsville. The fact that he walks like Peggy Bundy doesnt help either. And he constantly wears that expression of mild alarm. Like that of a post-pooper whose finger has just breached the integrity of some cheap toilet paper.<br />
Then to have him walking around (ro)bot naked with all his bits and workings showing in the prequel, like some wierd and shameless naturist was the vertiable LED on the circuit board.<br />
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And God only knows what happened in that cramped, little escape pod on the way down to Tatooine.<br />
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There you have it. Creepy Robot No.5 - C3PO<br />
Tune in to my next blog as we get even creepier!<br />
Big D out.Big Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12526855303594680503noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324608517194327378.post-51544835153787360702011-02-17T10:31:00.000-08:002011-02-17T16:11:04.624-08:00Why I do the NerDgasm Quiz.Fuck the schmultz! I love it! <br />
I honestly do. Sure, overcrowding, tie-breakers, awkward publicans and soho crack-heads all stress me out and sometimes throw a spanner in the works, but its just a question of taking the spanner back out and hitting them over the head with it!<br />
At the end of the night, if everyone has had a good time and enjoyed my merry NerDgasm Shenanigans then its all worth it.<br />
NerDgasm is about riding a Grifter over to your mates after you'd watched Tizwaz when you were 10 years old. <br />
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Its been going for well over a year now, and Im pleased to say it does have a devoted following, I think partly because there is nothing quite like it. <br />
Where else can you listen the theme of Robocop, answer questions on how the Death Star's thermal exhuast port should be targetted and top it off with a talk about the rape scene in Marshall Law? <br />
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It made my heart well with emotion to see two people actually playing Magic the Gathering when I arrived for the last NerDgasm quiz on Sunday. Truly, this is a special advent. It has perhaps become larger than me (although thats quite difficult) and is hopefully now about what each nerd brings to every NerDgasm. A point also labelled when a member of one team yelled a lamentful 'KHAAAAAAAAN....' as they slipped from 3rd place to 4th place when the scores were finally announced.<br />
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When I first started it, I wanted to make it like a favourite TV programme that no nerd would ever want to miss. Hopefully this has worked on some level.<br />
I personally work better under pressure, so although I have a basic framework for the quiz and have a pretty good idea whats going into each one, I usually leave everything to the last minute and frantically write questions, edit film clips and collect the sound bites a day or so before the quiz. I also do this as sometimes when new guests confirm attendance, I add questions that I think they will enjoy, and try at least to make what I think will be an even playing field. This has actually proved to be disastrous. I change questions, compile a new picture round, accomodate for the extra people, print extra sheets, add more prizes and fill more sweety bags only to find the bastards dont even turn up. <br />
The worst fuckers are the nerds that I have spoken to, that I know would actually enjoy the NerDgasm if they could get their scrawny asses along, but instead whinge and whine about their barely adequate psychic defenses, saying: Im not very good at answering questions. Ooh what would the other nerds think if I got a question wrong? My skin begins to flake if I dont update my facebook page every 5 minutes. FUCKERS!<br />
I also enjoy shopping for the mutlifarious prizes that feature every NerDgasm.<br />
The prizes are a combination of things that I come across in shops and things I actively search for or find on eBay.<br />
The sweets are now a permanent addition also, since they were added at the Halloween Quiz and seemed to go down so well. They are hand picked by me and lovingly placed in those stripey, paper bags that you all know and love.<br />
May I just make a little reminder that the NerDgasm is 100% me. Its costs dearly of my time and funds, but the kudos I get in return is all worth it. The people I have met and the friends Ive made, and the friends that have been made by others, is really what the night is all about...... Oh ok. The night is about proving that you a far better than any of the other nerds that would even dare try to answer a question on She-Hulks cup size.<br />
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See you for fun, friendship, and fuckery at the Easter NerDgasm!Big Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12526855303594680503noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324608517194327378.post-38234817519305954382011-02-14T02:50:00.000-08:002011-02-14T02:50:58.439-08:00Sweeeeet Caroline!<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaxM9ar1CDpumPZTHOFxuyltvb5r6vZo-koMxWMLJt0lI3BXrD2Alx6TD8T2MnTi8bf_gcmdmBYA3b4fPEXTuA4r-wBfPxrR_rOsn4BF4ktB7Wt0T0PEqlhjaECgz51hzFzx3ZFeanEwo/s1600/Caroline+Munroe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaxM9ar1CDpumPZTHOFxuyltvb5r6vZo-koMxWMLJt0lI3BXrD2Alx6TD8T2MnTi8bf_gcmdmBYA3b4fPEXTuA4r-wBfPxrR_rOsn4BF4ktB7Wt0T0PEqlhjaECgz51hzFzx3ZFeanEwo/s320/Caroline+Munroe.jpg" width="241" /></a></div><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">My First Lady of Fantasy! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Hot enough to fry bacon on that gorgeous mid-section is the perfectly formed Caroline Munroe, who comes in at my Primo slot.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">As if starring alongside Doug McClure in ‘At the Earth’s Core’ </span><br />
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">was the deadly, seductively winking, chopper pilot, Naomi, in The Spy Who Loved Me, and was the only redeeming feature of one of the worst films, sci fi or otherwise, in existence: Star Crash, where she gives a whole new meaning to the term ‘curved space’.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The type of bird you would have married and still not been disappointed 30 years later. Cuh! I bet she wouldnt even mind rummaging through your old dusty back issues with you on a Sunday afternoon.</span><br />
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I hope youve enjoyed oggling this flesh-fest as much as Ive enjoyed compiling it. <br />
Please continue to tune in for the finest in all thing Nerdish!<br />
Big D out.Big Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12526855303594680503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324608517194327378.post-83102253605746911832011-02-08T06:19:00.000-08:002011-02-08T06:19:03.695-08:00GET YOUR ROCOS OFF!<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UE6Plvt4FkI" title="YouTube video player" width="480"></iframe><br />
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Please tune in to my next blog for my final installment of the Hot Retro Nerd Babes Countdown!<br />
Big D out.Big Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12526855303594680503noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324608517194327378.post-27218389987132372722011-02-03T03:19:00.000-08:002011-02-03T05:58:28.990-08:00Dusk till (soft) PornThe lucky No.3 spot in our Top 10 Hot, Retro, Nerd, Babe Countdown is: <br />
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But... it was 15 years ago that my senses were first sexually assaulted by the vision that was Salma Hayek, emerging from a red, steamy aperture, with a symbolic, writhing, albino serpent, coiled sensually around her neck.<br />
The little known name of her character was Santanico Pandemonium and the film was of course: Dusk till Dawn.<br />
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There is little more to say after that, other than express my utter disappointment at what she then became.<br />
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Well... men not of the clergy anyway.<br />
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Ok gents, loosen your pants and gaze in sexual awe at the Santanico Pandemonium snake dance!<br />
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Tune in to my next blog for some more nostalgic mammaries!<br />
Big D out.Big Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12526855303594680503noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324608517194327378.post-32998439272477019632011-01-30T05:59:00.000-08:002011-02-03T05:57:53.367-08:00Jungle-Beast-Bond Babe!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit5MXvhLaZnwpRA3B2QJ4O_FhtsQ9dHDJ8D5pC8R9HOhhD6LEnSgU6gzxBQS92aKYH0cZW4el06UWC_rMFA2e-En75IvZ-3fkc3pVWfcCuAtpteb2_MfNFB3J2S7R2WuFaFkWodEln3tY/s1600/sexy+tanya.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit5MXvhLaZnwpRA3B2QJ4O_FhtsQ9dHDJ8D5pC8R9HOhhD6LEnSgU6gzxBQS92aKYH0cZW4el06UWC_rMFA2e-En75IvZ-3fkc3pVWfcCuAtpteb2_MfNFB3J2S7R2WuFaFkWodEln3tY/s320/sexy+tanya.jpg" width="255" /></a></div>The athletic poise, and taut physique of a panther. The striking blue eyes. The hairstyle that could withstand an attack from a Sabre-Tooth Tiger....<br />
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Now, shame on you if you havent experienced her in any of her sexy incarnations. Replacing Shelley Hack in the final series (5) of Charlies Angels, absolutely stunning in fantasy romp Beastmaster,<br />
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</tbody></table>and appearing where every good sex bomb should, as a Bond Babe, in View to a Kill.<br />
She was one of the most popular sex symbols of the 80s.<br />
The soft porn thriller Inner Sanctum seemed a little bit of a fall from grace in 1991, but there was little that the Bronx born, babelicious Tanya could have done that would have upset me, short of announcing she was actually a man in drag. (Although there were some shots in that particular film which would have made that statement highly unlikely.)<br />
As is evident in my babe countdown, animal skin bikinis seem to play a big part in my formative titillation. But what can I say? Nothing says: Lets go behind that bush and make mad, passionate, animal sex... until we're caught, more than an animal skin bikini.<br />
Please watch the trailer of one my favourite appearances of Tanya, and one of my favourite fantasy films of all time: The Beastmaster.<br />
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Tune in to my next blog for the lucky No.3 spot.<br />
Big D out.Big Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12526855303594680503noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324608517194327378.post-52408873403769559632011-01-13T10:42:00.000-08:002011-01-14T04:29:49.152-08:00Bar-Bar-Bar, Bar - Barbarella<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJC3xtfDu2KbWttgQHicpSv7xDniYdH3VK7mLx-FHUwVh1MQIMjLl3roWJxEjkuOjQarhi9jR3gkkPu1J93yk5Minr1EK2BVcHWJmtQn3qqx_b_RhA9LcUxtto8Ckk5SEPjQJBtWw7oPY/s1600/barbarellawp1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJC3xtfDu2KbWttgQHicpSv7xDniYdH3VK7mLx-FHUwVh1MQIMjLl3roWJxEjkuOjQarhi9jR3gkkPu1J93yk5Minr1EK2BVcHWJmtQn3qqx_b_RhA9LcUxtto8Ckk5SEPjQJBtWw7oPY/s320/barbarellawp1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Jane Fonda's gorgeous, big haired, free-lovin', hippychick, space vixen takes a stand (or rather doggy postion) at our number 5 spot.<br />
Now Ive got to be really honest and say I didnt see this semi-erotic, space tale until only a few years ago.<br />
Ok. It did look dated, but I thought in a rather pleasant and nostalgic way. It still seemed to retain some of the hippy sentiments of the 60s and you even get more than one glimpse of Jane's perfectly, pert Boobarellas!<br />
French and English versions were shot simultaneously, with Jane (being a fluent French speaker) doing her own lines in French. Let me say she is even sexier when speaking en Francais - ooh la la!<br />
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De Laurentis would return to camp sci-fi with the 80s classic Flash Gordon.<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">My only comparable Barbarella fantasy would be meeting a loved-up, tripped out sci-fi hippychick after having smoked too many Beatles records and perhaps having supped from a cup of psychedelic fungus. </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I mean, I’ve been to enough festivals, taken enough dubious substances, and let my personal hygiene drop below the norm to tell you that drug-induced, free love aint all it’s cracked up to be.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Here, watch the truly gorgeous, Jane Fonda give a tititalling, zero-g, strip-tease as 1968 sci fi cult classic babe, Barbarella...</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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Tune in to my next blog were it becomes obvious I have an animal skin bikini fetish.<br />
Big D out.Big Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12526855303594680503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324608517194327378.post-69175794682886777532011-01-03T07:36:00.000-08:002011-01-04T07:36:01.509-08:00Planet of the Babe!<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Next up is Linda Harrison… Who? </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhshkkKMFywqz8rmKNqwhopLwyPY0shhCYeMQf7rJk7F0mtGtpmMhd73eGZoMrxLSA-TT73ViW_dsbt5v2ot8mxAy9OiMVMyvX_oTNv3OuofIMgb6XoGLjWxA5NMJrwyx8tTFSw0d5tQzM/s1600/Linda+harisson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhshkkKMFywqz8rmKNqwhopLwyPY0shhCYeMQf7rJk7F0mtGtpmMhd73eGZoMrxLSA-TT73ViW_dsbt5v2ot8mxAy9OiMVMyvX_oTNv3OuofIMgb6XoGLjWxA5NMJrwyx8tTFSw0d5tQzM/s1600/Linda+harisson.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Oh, that’s the bird from Planet of the Apes to you nerds. (Not to be confused with the Linda Harrison that competed in the Slalom canoing events in the 1970s) </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">That sultry, simpleton. That curvaceous, cave-woman who could barely say her name or write it in the ground with a stick, let alone give you a shopping list or nag you to an early grave.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">N.. No.. Nooova… (You all remember the scene)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Every mans dream, all this neonate minded, sex bomb wanted to do is sleep, eat, draw stick pictures in the sand, and shag like it was 3950 something. (In-joke for Planet of the Apes fans)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I like the word ‘shag’ it sounds soft and furry, a bit like Nova’s bikini. Not the word ‘bonk’ which just sounds accidental. ‘Oh I’m awfully sorry for bonking you dear…’</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Now, no disrespect to the women of today, but if someone wanted to fire me into space to return to a future Earth conquered by violent Apes.... wait for it... in which aforementioned Apes tethered me to Linda Harrison as her life partner, I would probably go for it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0sFoWP1V2lcH6PjMTtGhnYQM4BHkQ3mI6bbG94PS7fMnIkm0AFtDJSi44PFdIZcZk_leLR42YXilu8MKbPDGpJDNNQhfPb7gnB-dNNQwDQLZjftEB1tqWusauP1idc6Xh1GZFOwXrif8/s1600/linda+harisson1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="236" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0sFoWP1V2lcH6PjMTtGhnYQM4BHkQ3mI6bbG94PS7fMnIkm0AFtDJSi44PFdIZcZk_leLR42YXilu8MKbPDGpJDNNQhfPb7gnB-dNNQwDQLZjftEB1tqWusauP1idc6Xh1GZFOwXrif8/s320/linda+harisson1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">And get this! She was also the first actress to play a live-action Wonder Woman in 'Who's afraid of Diana Prince' in 1967</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Anyways, Linda is my Retro Nerd Babe No.6 who appears in both the Planet of the Apes and Beneath the Planet of the Apes, and cuts a damn, fine figure as Nova in her furry bikini ensemble. Although in all fairness to all the other actors, that’s not too hard when the rest of the cast are dressed as chimps.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpNESmtc6Y6sAHw9MjFUWuLDoFt_67cXgYm-JjTBMXAcGtx6sLSSenm3KiFCBxxs-h3oJpihKhQUmKs_GABfHRzp85ost0WglQol1bPeMZoQsFKzz46vaNmP4U9E90YKvYYyTl3fR9mQs/s1600/linda+harrison.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpNESmtc6Y6sAHw9MjFUWuLDoFt_67cXgYm-JjTBMXAcGtx6sLSSenm3KiFCBxxs-h3oJpihKhQUmKs_GABfHRzp85ost0WglQol1bPeMZoQsFKzz46vaNmP4U9E90YKvYYyTl3fR9mQs/s1600/linda+harrison.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div>Tune in to my next blog for our half-way point, and check out who is No.5 in the Top 10 Hot Retro Nerd Babes Countdown!Big Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12526855303594680503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324608517194327378.post-67552586026293267242010-12-26T05:10:00.000-08:002010-12-26T09:00:55.980-08:00EX-FOLIATE!<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Sexy enough to arouse a Dalek’s plunger, in at No.7 is Katy Manning.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcToP97Un879fw9qHCd4pgEYukbleSohmBHn2aaL0xLdO9-7ycQmbqjffUHjk37j6xJNLyl9rjbu4X3V9pWHo0-PY7o3kSTyd1RqID3KP6ZLRB_GalWW97YA26snfO7HSH8XSWSB2aa2c/s1600/katy-manning.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcToP97Un879fw9qHCd4pgEYukbleSohmBHn2aaL0xLdO9-7ycQmbqjffUHjk37j6xJNLyl9rjbu4X3V9pWHo0-PY7o3kSTyd1RqID3KP6ZLRB_GalWW97YA26snfO7HSH8XSWSB2aa2c/s320/katy-manning.jpg" width="188" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">She didn’t have the brains of Zoe or Liz, the olde worlde charm of <state w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Victoria</place></state> or even the kilt wearing penchant of Jamie. She was a simple, clumsy girl next door sorta companion… who wore leather knee length boots. Grrrr…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">(Thinking about it now, maybe I should make a top 10 list of the Doctors Companions)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Unfortunately the naked Dalek posing she did for soft porn Girl Illustrated Magazine is reputed to have spelled disaster for her career. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvJEMOs2kuegvlkwdhhIQipZ84lGSMRRLNn6ie8YC10MTsmwH7ztIj9AWuQH9i-Xj71FfPloVv6doYgowo_DY2fPDpcatdTTfSNlMTaTu1v01pnoMLkXmRA87N9DAgPm2iJsx6rEN-SEA/s1600/manning+dalek.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvJEMOs2kuegvlkwdhhIQipZ84lGSMRRLNn6ie8YC10MTsmwH7ztIj9AWuQH9i-Xj71FfPloVv6doYgowo_DY2fPDpcatdTTfSNlMTaTu1v01pnoMLkXmRA87N9DAgPm2iJsx6rEN-SEA/s1600/manning+dalek.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Whether that’s true or not, Katy, I will always fondly remember you as the lovely Jo Jo Grant (in-joke for other Whovians).</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Here is a convicts great-grand-daughter, trying to be as sexy as Katy. Nah love! Id rather see a naked Cyberman accost Toyah Wilcox.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKvE1CLvhN0iJ0jIhSYr64QOuUdyziVZdxLPsIzSvBBsXdbrX2IeoWfbwBa7cg9sC8TpgFqM4pTixcpINmLr28AEZC1LhiY5d5noQMf4fmHX77etSJWMp2SOFmKqYGvvmzYLB33Z_dWh0/s1600/kylie+dalek.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKvE1CLvhN0iJ0jIhSYr64QOuUdyziVZdxLPsIzSvBBsXdbrX2IeoWfbwBa7cg9sC8TpgFqM4pTixcpINmLr28AEZC1LhiY5d5noQMf4fmHX77etSJWMp2SOFmKqYGvvmzYLB33Z_dWh0/s320/kylie+dalek.jpg" width="224" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Unfortunately Katy now greets fat, sweaty Dr. Who fans at sci-fi conventions.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">After escaping Ice Warriors, Autons, Ogrons, Drashigs, Draconians, Axons and Daemons, who’d have thought she would have fallen foul of Botox!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3j32n8nNXQ5tHISKUEVh7w9npa6RBpu7QqxU0qlLZcLLrxcW2wjiXUAKDWc6poZRuPVFIPGZr7GcU7NT0mOeC9xSCOeWAdr8rFUI3r1da-la9lZ3gDYvWlcUtYU0Afv_fGFBHG2c9L4w/s1600/250px-KatyManning.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3j32n8nNXQ5tHISKUEVh7w9npa6RBpu7QqxU0qlLZcLLrxcW2wjiXUAKDWc6poZRuPVFIPGZr7GcU7NT0mOeC9xSCOeWAdr8rFUI3r1da-la9lZ3gDYvWlcUtYU0Afv_fGFBHG2c9L4w/s1600/250px-KatyManning.jpg" /></a></div>Please tune in to my next blog... OR I WILL EX-FOLIATE YOU!<br />
Big D out.Big Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12526855303594680503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324608517194327378.post-91098035664062326242010-12-10T12:38:00.000-08:002010-12-10T12:38:25.236-08:00Wham-Bam! Thank you Suzanne!<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Suzanne Danielle I consider the English Raquel Welch, errrr… of the 80s. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJaji00n0uclScKZMl6eDyv9v8ui83nmf5gXzIbTCq1x8aWsM4eSZm5HD6FcJ23yuLi2AMgus5bqAL_VeHfEdKi1vpCiRsNW3IWQ3i42w_xqwfZBET-TryaJf3sI2eeuGzvf0sMfQIDfw/s1600/220px-Suzanne_Danielle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJaji00n0uclScKZMl6eDyv9v8ui83nmf5gXzIbTCq1x8aWsM4eSZm5HD6FcJ23yuLi2AMgus5bqAL_VeHfEdKi1vpCiRsNW3IWQ3i42w_xqwfZBET-TryaJf3sI2eeuGzvf0sMfQIDfw/s1600/220px-Suzanne_Danielle.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">No Hollywood glam, BBC make up would do just fine, and she could still sparkle as brightly as any star in <city w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Hollywood</place></city>. Carry on Emmanuelle cast this long legged, athletic beauty, amongst Carry On stalwarts and although not the best Carry On by a long shot, Suzanne still leaves me breathless. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">She appeared again and again in my young life. The Professionals, Morcambe and Wise, Arabian Adventure with Christopher Lee as the villainous Caliph, a regular on Give Us a Clue and the Mike Yarwood show, Tales of the Unexpected, she played a Movellan in Destiny of the Daleks, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-FLvEpL690wQvj4o_2zTqbUz8sxDaUrAvY-1XouBMcS-jxlQfdVJNqRD7BtRTniHxU0yNpKxkiCqpj3n1TqKCV8CCHA_Y_-wNVwnqIXlQV_MwkN73SQHtLxIMlOv3EaJTAPOQGV3xuIg/s1600/movellan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-FLvEpL690wQvj4o_2zTqbUz8sxDaUrAvY-1XouBMcS-jxlQfdVJNqRD7BtRTniHxU0yNpKxkiCqpj3n1TqKCV8CCHA_Y_-wNVwnqIXlQV_MwkN73SQHtLxIMlOv3EaJTAPOQGV3xuIg/s320/movellan.jpg" width="110" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">a slave girl in the Flash Gordon film, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcLOsILgoNJczlhVCP4YwThd396J0xbchyW36NHSku6WayefVNhFgPAi8HMMWpRBBX9JuiFLdEtX5_KQL6pohDhhcXm0W-EDpKi-JDCconnX-vbeUyH98nV6dDuuW34peWGcYAXa-8JGU/s1600/suzanne+danielle1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcLOsILgoNJczlhVCP4YwThd396J0xbchyW36NHSku6WayefVNhFgPAi8HMMWpRBBX9JuiFLdEtX5_KQL6pohDhhcXm0W-EDpKi-JDCconnX-vbeUyH98nV6dDuuW34peWGcYAXa-8JGU/s1600/suzanne+danielle1.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">aaaaand... she was the killer in the Hammer House of Horror TV show episode The Carpathian Eagle. </span><br />
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Now this was a really weird one for me. I remember feeling that strange, infant feeling of guilty arousal emanating from somewhere in the vicinity of my pyjama bottoms while watching her in this episode, but also being terrified of her because after each seduction scene she would cut out her victims heart. No matter how I tried, I just couldn’t reconcile myself with being afraid that she might kill me, to her causing my baby-making-stick to go all hard. God knows how that formative experience has marred me for the rest of my life. Even so she makes a very respectable No.8 in my Nerd Babe countdown.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Watch the trailer of Carry On Emmanuelle for a dollop of nostalgia and a whole heap of double entendres!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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Tune in to my next blog for No.7 in my Hot, Retro, Nerd Babe Countdown.<br />
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