Category: Nonsense

A man from Seattle died in July while having anal sex with a horse. Cause of death: perforation of the colon. This comes courtesy of Eugene Hernandez, editor-in-chief of Indiewire, from this article. Apparently the farm where the act took place advertises through chat rooms on the web that people can have sex with animals there. All very bizarre, true, but the kicker? The final paragraph of the article which explains that, while sex with animals is not illegal in the state of Washington, the farm is under investigation to see if sex with small animals is ocurring there, because that would be illegal due to a cruelty to animals law.

Huh? So you can have sex with a sheep or a horse, but not a rabbit? And my husband and I can’t even fuck legally in Boston? Bizarre.

So after seeing GODZILLA: FINAL WARS on the big screen last week, and catching up with GODZILLA AND MOTHRA: BATTLE FOR EARTH on the small screen yesterday, I am once again filled with Mothra-love and jonesing on kaiju. And what’s a kaiju, the uninitiated might ask? The definition given by Wikipedia is “strange beast or mysterious beast, a popular Japanese term referring to strange creatures, especially giant monsters as portrayed in Japanese fantasy films.” Everyone knows the most famous kaiju of all, Godzilla. King Kong is considered kaiju as well. Well borrowing from a website I’ve been perusing recently I thought I’d do something really geeky but fun (for me) regardless: share my top 10 kaiju.

1. MOTHRA – While Scot enjoys reminding me that Mothra is basically… a giant moth, I repeatedly remind him that Mothra is in fact an earth spirit, charged with keeping the earth’s environment safe from serious harm. Mothra just thrills me. She is visually breathtaking, with huge wings and glowing compound eyes. Mothra is one of the most popular of the Japanese kaiju, after Godzilla and possibly Gamera. She has appeared in dozens of Godzilla movies, including a hadnful of her own. One of the most unique features of Mothra’s is her lifecycle. She often appears first as a giant egg which hatches into a larval stage. This gigantic catrpillar can bite with its powerful mandibles, and spray a cocoon forming webbing it can use to trap its foes. THe larval mothra also uses this silken web to create a cocoon for itself from which emerges the adult Mothra in its traditional appearance. The various Mothras have possessed a wide assortment of powers with which to combat threats to earth. Mothra has a repeating theme in her film appearances: self-sacrifice. Mothra is often sacrificing her life for her children, or for her allies when combatting a foe more powerful than she. The beauty of Mothra’s lifecycle allows for this noble self-sacrifice because the viewers always know that Mothra will be back. Oh yeah, and there are a couple of 6″ fairies that run around and help Mothra. Even better, they often sing the Mothra song, which is a joy all its own.
2. RODAN – It’s clear I’ve got a thing for winged kaiju. The sight of enormous monsters in flight is thrilling, and I love the use of hurricane force winds generated by the flapping of massive wings. Rodan premiered in his own self-titled film back in the 50’s. It was the first of the Godzilla films to be shot in color, and is actually pretty effective for a horror film. Basically a giant pteranodon, Rodan and his mate awaken and terrorize Tokyo. They are finally struck down by an erupting volcano. Only the force of nature itself is mighty enough to put an end to the destruction of another force of nature. Rodan returns as a sometime ally, sometime sparring partner for Godzilla. During these early films, Rodan is treated with respect as a worthy adversary and combatant. After a lengthy absence from the screen, Rodan returned in the 90’s, updated with fire breath (and dubbed Fire Rodan.) Apparently in the modern age of kaiju, a monster is useless with out an energy projection attack. In addition to his awe-inspiring visuals, Rodan has the best of the monster’s cries.
3. MANDA – We take a break from wings and move to a Chinese-style dragon/sea serpent. Manda is a little utilized kaiju that made its appearance in a film called ATRAGON, (which I have never seen.) Manda is the god and protector of the undersea kingdom of Mu. Its first Godzilla-related feature amounts to a few scenes in DESTROY ALL MONSTERS. From those few tantalizing scenes, I have long been fascinated by the snake-like monster. It’s clear why Manda didn’t get a lot of screentime. The marionette used to play Manda was pretty cheesy even by Godzilla standards. Cut to GODZILLA:FINAL WARS, where Manda is updated using a combination of puppetry and CGI. The results are fascinating, as Manda writhes through the ocean at top speeds, constricting its body around a submarine. I’d love to see a kaiju film that featured Manda prominently.
4. KING GHIDORAH – King Ghidorah is Godzilla’s arch-nemesis. This terrifying dragon from outer space has battled the King of Monsters time and time again. King Ghidorah made its debut in the aptly titled GIDRAH THE THREE HEADED MONSTER, where it takes the combined forces of Godzilla, Rodan and Mothra to defeat the evil space dragon. King Ghidorah places so high on my list for purely visual dramatics. The golden scaled beast is enormous, its three fearsome heads spouting electricity at its foes. Its massive, bat-like wings are spectacular. King Ghidorah was so popular it quickly made a return appearance in MONSTER ZERO, and since then the monster in various incarnations has returned time and time again to battle Godzilla and Mothra as well. While some find the special effects of the Japanese kaiju to be rather rudimentary, these four favorites of mine are all pretty visually spectacular, but more, great care is taken with the audible cries of the monsters. Mothra’s is mournful, Rodan’s is just cool, Godzilla has that recognizable foghorn cry, and Ghidorah sports a mysterious, alien voice. Despite its penchance for evil, King Ghidorah makes it into my top 5.
5. ANGUIRUS – Anguirus is basically a monstrous, prehistoric hedgehog, complete with a body covered with spines. Anguirus is a scrappy monster, boldly battling monsters who at first look are far mightier. I’ve only seen Anguirus in supporting roles, either fighting with or against Godzilla. I think the most screentime that I have seen Anguirus enjoy was in the most recent, GODZILLA” FINAL WARS. Here he uses his special ability to curl himself into a ball of spikes and acts as a soccer ball of sorts to attack the King of Monsters. I’m not sure what exactly is Anguirus’ appeal, other than his tenacity and his unique appearance. I need to go back and watch a few more of the films where he is featured.
6. GODZILLA – I had Godzilla ranked at #7 below Gamera, until I started thinking of the orignal GODZILLA film and the King of Monsters origin. While originally a mutated lizard spawned from atom bomb testing, a later twist on the Godzilla mythos (revealed in GODZILLA, MOTHRA, KING GHIDORAH: GIANT ALL-OUT MONSTERS ATTACK) has the monster made up of the souls of the victims of the atom bomb. This adds a dark and deep twist to a monster whose appearances through the 70’s, 80’s and early 90’s relegated him to little more than a campy joke. Let’s face it, he may not be my favorite of the kaiju pantheon, but he is the one who started it all. And when he’s on, he’s really on, big, bad, and indescribably mean. A force to be reckoned with.
7. GAMERA – Gamera is the heroic cosmic turle who is almost as well known as Godzilla himself. He sports his own lengthy series of films, and was recently updated for the 90’s with a trilogy that some say are what monster movies should aspire to. And yes, you heard that right, he’s a giant turtle. Gamera is very cool… with his flame thrower breath, and his spinning saucer flight. Some his movies got a little cheesy when he became a defender of children (similar to Mothra) but he’s stil lots of fun. He’s got a bizarre and vicious rogue’s gallery, and despite the defender of children angle, his battles are more violent than Godzilla’s. He even has his own little rhyme that Scot loves to spout, “Gamera is full of meat, Gamera is fun to eat!” Believe me, Gamera’s not that kind of turtle.
8. ULTRAMAN – I remember oh so vividly coming home from church on Sunday mornings in the early ’70’s and getting myself situated in front of the black & white TV to watch “Ultraman.” Each week, our main character (I think he was an air force pilot) would encounter giant monsters necessitating his transformation into the alien hero, Ultraman. If I could remember them clearly enough, some of the kaiju monsters Ultraman faced might end up on this list, but Ultraman was pretty darn cool himself, with an array of nifty powers, and huge, alien robotic look. They have since remade and updated Ultraman, but I would give anything to get my hands on the original series. again.

Okay, so that’s only eight. I had a couple more listed to round out my Top 10, but honestly, at this point most of the remaining kaiju are about the same. I was going to mention Reptilicus, a one-off, acid spitting, Danish kaiju whose one and only film appearance (REPTILICUS, natch) was a popular staple on Creature Feature, and Barugon, a rather goofy looking villain of Gamera’s who nonetheless had some original and effective abilities, as the 9th and 10th on my list, but are they really any better than Baragon (not to be confused with Barugon) or Hedorah? And I’ve heard some pretty interesting things about Biollante, but haven’t seen his movie. So for now, the list stands at eight.

In the meantime, I plan on going back and trying to watch as many of the Godzilla movies as possible in order! It’s sure to drive Scottie crazy, but I hope I can manage without forcing him to sit through many. Any of you have any favorite kaiju? E-mail and share your lists!

Gregory Maguire’s Wicked was a huge bestseller that spawned an award-winning Broadway musical. In it, Maguire explores L. Frank Baum’s wonderful world of Oz by taking a look at the much reviled character, the Wicked Witch of the West. He examines just what it means to be wicked, and turns everything you know about Oz upsidedown. That green woman with the pointy black hat and broom had a name: Elphaba. Wicked is an absorbing, powerful book that comes highly recommended.

No one was more surprised than Maguire that there is now a sequel, entitled Son of a Witch. After years of hearing from readers who wanted more from Maguire’s Oz, and the magical interpretation of his novel to a Broadway musical of the same name, the author relented and has crafted a book that lacks the gripping intensity that the character of Elphaba brought to Wicked, but greatly satisfies with the introspective story of the unfortunate Liir, who may, or may not be her son. Maguire’s Oz is not for kids, and his exploration of politics and religion, so evident in Wicked is continued here. Son of a Witch starts in the middle of a story, when a young man is found near-death after a fall from a great height. He languishes in a coma being tended to by a quiet young woman named Candle with a singular musical talent. As Candle comforts his tortured body and soul with her music, his past slowly unfolds. It is Liir, who was roughly raised by Elphaba from infancy and suddenly abandoned after Dorothy came to Oz. Try as he might, Liir cannot avoid being involved a grand events, much like the woman many presumed to be his mother.

Liir’s story is one of a search for identity, and more, a search for a place in the land of Oz. Maguire expands greatly on Baum’s universe giving a dark trajectory to the Emerald City and the denizens of Oz. One wishes that Maguire would continue with a whole series of books about Oz, much as Baum did, but with adult sensibilities, and his unique political worldview of the magical world. Son of a Witch is due out in September. With the success of Wicked and the renewed interest fostered by the musical, look for lots of people to look for Maguire’s latest novel.

I love Patricia A. McKillip. I have been reading her books since I discovered her as a young adult in the mid-70’s and her gloriously romantic fantasy, The Forgotten Beasts of Eld. Now 30 years and 20 novels later, McKillip continues to entrance me with her latest work, Od Magic. Before I talk about this book, let me mentions something about McKillip’s work, most notably, her use of language. Words seem ironically inadequate to describe the skill with which McKillip spins the English language into magic. Lyrical is one word that is often used in reviews, but it’s so much more. Most of McKillip’s work deals with magic, and if there is any true magic in the world, I would suspect it would be found in her use of language. I could luxuriate in work written by McKillip regardless of the story, simply to enjoy her use of words. How double wonderful for me that she writes the kinds of stories that fill me with wonder and emotion.

Od Magic is in some ways, standard McKillip fare. It takes place in a land where magic is commonplace, found in mighty wizards, unlikely, unnoticed princesses, and lonely gardeners. It is populated by wise and misguided kings, and mysterious beings of great unknown power. Long ago, a wizard giantess named Od, saved the city of Keilor in exchange for the promise of a school of magic being founded there. In the centuries that have passed, the school has flourished, becoming part of Keilor’s royal palace, overseen by the King. Od has been seen less and less frequently, sometimes presumed dead, before mysteriously appearing again, this time to a solitary gardener with the curious ability to talk to plantlife. Od encourages Brenden, the gardener, to travel to the school. His appearances startles the complacent teacher Yar, who keeps the fact of Od’s reappearance to himself. You see, magic is now entirely under the province of the King. All magic must be learned at his school, and used for the protection of Keilor. All other magic is outlawed, so when rumours of a master illusionist Tyramin, performing in the city’s Twilight Quarter emerge, the city of Keilor is thrown into a tizzy.

It all sounds complicated, as most of McKillip’s storylines tend to be, but it is the strength of her characters that has always been her second strength, after the sorcery of her words. Heroism lurks in unlikely forms; villainy is often found in the form of misguided nobility. Love, like magic, is a powerful force that overpowers reason. In an ironic twist, the magic that threatens the stability of Keilor in Od Magic is one without words. The fact that McKillip would imbue the ultimate wonder in this world with such power without her own greatest strengh; words, provides an interesting twist.

I am so happy that Patricia A. McKillip is out there writing and filling my heart with wonder with each and every novel she writes. You can all take your Harry Potter, I’ll take a little odd magic anyday.

Scot and I went to the hot new restaurant in the South End last night: Sibling Rivalry. The intersection of Tremont and Berkeley Streets is hoping to become an alternative to Boston’s lackluster theatre district. Already the home of the Cyclorama, and a pair of black box theatres that are part of the Boston Center for the Arts, the recent construction of the Calderwood Pavillion and the Atelier 505 building has added new elegance to the neighborhood. Sibling Rivalry is the dinner companion to the new theater located in the Calderwood Pavillion. We’d been aware of Sibling Rivalry for a while, but when my co-worker Maura mentioned it as the new hip place to eat, it became lodged in my brain as a place to check out.

We arrived as the restaurant opened at 5:30 since it was a Saturday night and hadn’t made reservations. My inital impressions were good, bolstered by the elegant decor, warm rust and purple design, and friendly hostess. Their specialty cocktails were funky and appealing, and both of scored with delicious drinks. I enjoyed El Diablo, a bold concoction of tequila, creme de cassis, blackberries and a splash of ginger ale, while Scot’s tart blend of gin, lime juice and mint was offset by a sugared rim. The dinner menu revolved around the two brothers who act as Sibling Rivalry’s chefs. Down the center of the menu is a list of key ingredients; arugala, garlic and rosemary; lamb; poultry, etc. To the right were the dishes created by Chef David and to the left, those created by Chef Bob. (The experience is reminiscent of Iron Chef.) The appetizers were printed in red and the main dishes in black. [On a side note, I read in today’s Boston Globe Magazine that a menu for the colorblind is available.]

Scot started with the four cheese raviloi appetizer followed by the braised and grilled lamb. I ordered the tuna tartare, with the mussells in a rosemary garlic cream sauce appetizer as my main course. Both of us were pleased with our first dishes. The tuna tarare arrived wrapped in a thin cucumber sheath, complimented by duck skin sushi rolls, two thin handmade potato chips, a delicious shallot garlic dipping sauce, and a tiny ball of wasabi. It was delicious and refreshing. Scot was quite taken with his four raviolis. Between courses, Scot ordered a glass of zinfandel, which I was not a fan of, but he enjoyed.

I was surprised by the size of the bowl of mussels that arrived shortly thereafter; it was, after all, listed as an appetizer. The rosemary garlic sauce was delicate and rich. I only had one bad mussel (it’s my own test of a restaurants ability to do mussels — B&G Oysters, ltd. is the all-time mussel champion) but a couple were a little rubbery. All in all a pleasant if not perfect mussel experience. Unfortunately, Scot’s lamb dish was less successful. The sauce was a bit sweet, the braised portion incredibly dry, and the grilled lamb alternately tender and tough.

For desert I opted for the warm, chocolate sourdough cake with sliced peaches and a peach sorbet (which Scot enjoyed.) The cake was nice and semi-sweet, and deliciously rich. No complaints there. I had hoped to enjoy desert with a nice cognac, but their choices were on the expensive side. Scot finished off with his signature Knob Creek neat.

Scot was disappointed with his entree, and I noted that the lamb dish was the only selection we sampled from Chef Bob’s side of the menu. Chef David’s offerrings were uniformly enjoyed. We thought it might be a nice touch for a board to hang by the kitchen marking which chef’s received the most orders, thereby enhancing the rivalry inherent in the menu’s presentation.

Ultimately we decided that Sibling Rivalry was fairly overpriced, entrees in the high $20’s. If the food had been exquisite, the price would have been worth it. Despite the hype, if I want to spend that much for a meal, I will stick to a reliable favorite in Aquitaine. And if the need to feel hip and trendy strikes, I’ll cross the street and hit B&G Oysters. I doubt that we will visit Sibling Rivalry again, giving David and Bob another chance to show that their food matches their ambience, but our first experience was less than stellar.