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Spotlight: Threedayfish

1 Dec

December 1, 2011

According to JRD Skinner, Threedayfish is a mystery to man, woman, and child. As master of the FlashCast’s first recurring segment, and sole film reviewer, Fish has begun to build an empire of internet notoriety which can only end in a flame-out of booze, drugs, and easy women.

While always listening, Fish currently occupies most of his time with his education, and has been known to delve into the world of war game miniatures.

I’d like to note that it says “sole” film reviewer. There is a good reason for that. While my New York Minute segment of FlashCast may often touch upon movies, and this website may on occasion do a feature on some of the worst that movies have to offer, I am not nearly the reviewer that Threedayfish is. I would hate to try to put into words what I feel about movies. I would not dare step on his toes. The old cliché “I may not know about art but I know what I like” applies to me. It definitely does not apply to Threedayfish.

You can find him online and like him on Facebook right here.

Read on and discover how some modern films carry on the tradition of a classic American genre.

Fish’s Guide to Judging Pulp

            Special guest Threedayfish here helping out bmj2k, a guy I’ve never even met. Why? Because I am a nice guy. He didn’t give me much to work with. He just said “Hey Fish, you’re a handsome guy, mind helping me with my blog” and I said yes. Why? Because I am a sucker for flattery. Enough about what I am, now for who I am. I am a contributor to a podcast known as Flash Pulp. Flash Pulp tries to revive an American genre that has left a lasting impression on its media. I specialize in reviewing movies worthy of the title pulp. It was easy at first, thanks to the slew of super hero movies. Comic book heroes are a direct descendant of pulp fiction magazines. But as summer waned, and the easy pulp picks thinned, I had to decide for myself how to distinguish pulp flicks from any other old movie?

            Well, looking back on pulp’s history and evolution, I have determined three hallmarks that separate a true blue pulp movie from a look alike. The first genetic trait in pulp DNA is how the movie ends. The movie has to make the audience feel like things worked out for the best. There are a couple of ways a pulp movie can achieve this. Super hero movies have the most familiar form of this kind of ending: the hero, after coming to grips with his new identity as an individual with the responsibility to help others, has saved the day and things look brighter until the inevitable sequel. However, that isn’t to say the ending has to be all smiles. An example of this would be when John Hartigan saves Nancy Callahan then kills himself in Sin City. Not exactly uplifting, but the hero’s moral code was upheld and the girl was saved. A warrior’s death. While not a happy ending, it was virtuous. Sounds predictable? Of course! A pulp movie must leave the audience reassured that good can triumph over evil. The exceptions to this rule would be your Lovecraftian horror and your film noir. But that has more to do with the goals of the genre.

            So, we have eliminated kiddie movies and tragedies. C’mon Fish, we need specifics. Okay. Here’s another give away. Pulp will experiment in story lines and style. A great example of this is Scott Pilgrim Versus the World. Movies like Tron experimented with being sucked into a video game, but Scott Pilgrim put on display a world where video games were reality. This made for a visually humorous and charming movie. This narrows down our picks. While dramas can be pulp-y, a good drama will often try to make some point, one that may challenge your beliefs or defend others with a new perspective. This is all well and good, but it’s not the way pulp operates. This eliminates dramas, documentaries, and a through and through comedy which aims to parody rather than experiment.

            So what does this leave us with? The pulpiest of genres: Adventure, Sci-fi, Fantasy, Horror/Thriller and Crime. But Fish, you have yet to really narrow things down. Well, to be honest, it’s not hard to fall into the pulp category. But there is one more necessary quality. Pulp heroes are static, predictable, expected. These have a negative connotation from  movie critics, but an audience member may see it differently. An audience member may see them as reliable. “Count-on-able” if you will. So what’s so great about this predictability?

 Pulp is a genre that doesn’t try to invent, rather to improve and innovate. Humans have created anything original in art, music, or literature for thousands of years. Pulp-influenced writers have no illusions about this and so they reinvent whatever and wherever they can. This can be in the setting as in the Scott Pilgrim example, or with pseudo-science in Sci-Fi. Any new discoveries in science lead to new pseudo-scientific problems and conflicts in our movies and books. It is what society at large calls ‘progress’ that pulp tries to shield us from. Often it seems to just add more problems and more stress to our troubled world. Pulp ultimately tries to reassure the public that things will work out, even if their world was just turned upside down and we hit our butts hard on the unfamiliar ground. Pulp will do this by any means, even if that means avoiding thought-provoking and ‘smart’ plots.

Spotlight: Ingrid Prohaska

30 Nov

November 30, 2011

Sit back and relax, Dear Readers. If you are reading this on your phone or mobile device I welcome you, but I also suggest that you find a place to sit down and get comfortable for a while. In fact, before we go on, go ahead and bookmark this page. When you get to the end of this post you’ll see why. In fact, let me give you some advice. Don’t.

Don’t get to the end in one sitting.  Take your time, come back to this over a few days. Pause. Savor it. Find that quiet and comfy spot and prepare to stay there for a while. But you’ll be there in body only. Your spirit is taking a little trip.

A trip to Vienna….

“Hi, my name is Ingrid and I’m very happy to be a mobster.

My main work is writing poetry and short stories; to publish my precious pieces I run a blog – “DancingElla’s Words“.

Some of you might know me as a legend teller on FlashCast. The idea came up when I read a blog post by JRD Skinner and almost at the same time he told me about his interest in Vienna. This reminded me of my old love in these legends and so I’ve started to transform the Austriagerman originals into English. You can find them all at “Viennese Legends“.

Finally a huge thanks to bmj2k for his invite!
I hope you’ll enjoy the selected potpourrie of my work and you’ll have an entertaining time.”

  • Legends

A legend about a junker, his vices and how to get a magical coin …
“The Heckthaler”

A bone house is the location of this creepy legend …
“Revenge of the Dead”

In ancient times three little devils played their mischievous tricks on the Viennese in and around St. Stephen’s church …
“The Three Little Devils”

  • Poetry

“Broken Mirror”
by Ingrid Prohaska

The mirror broken
a smash on my soul
a chapter closed

Scars on my face
a tear
just one
the last one

Then she turned into stone.

Copyright © 2011 Ingrid Prohaska


the original post >
http://dancingella.blogspot.com/2011/07/broken-mirror.html

“The Fall”
by Ingrid Prohaska

Dark sides
dark impressions
dark poetry

I feel that I fall
and I fall
I fall

Hands are reaching out for me
offer me their help
but when I try to take them
I have to see
these hands are bones
of dead
or undead
I feel the cold
and I’m scared

So I fall deeper
and deeper
deeper
into a universe
where the sun doesn’t shine
and no flower can bloom
where tears freeze into sharp stones

An unknown land
without any light
where one can’t see
and hardly breathe
dark feelings are stronger than ever

My inside cries

But in my scream
there hang the words
for me to hear

I will survive!

Copyright © 2011 Ingrid Prohaska


the original post >
http://dancingella.blogspot.com/2011/09/fall.html

“About a Break”
by Ingrid Prohaska

  • Short  Story

A story about light and heavy bags …

“On the Terminal”
by Ingrid Prohaska
I got out of the train on that big terminal. I had a lot of bags; my baggage had become very heavy during the long lasting journey. I felt tired, somehow burned out, hopeless and nearly desperate. I didn’t know, where my journey would go when I was going to leave the station again, but I was sure – I didn’t want to take all these heavy bags with me any more.

I carried my baggage into the station hall and looked for a silent place. Finally I sat down on a bench in a low frequented area. I thought about what I could do. I watched the passengers carrying their suitcases and bags. Some of them carried very heavy, others seemed almost to dance with their light bags. “I wish that could be me; dancing through the life only with light bags, carrying only things I really need.”

I had lost some of my light bags with things I was missing now. And somehow I was already used on the heavy bags I carried with me; this made it so difficult to dump them. Sometimes I asked myself, why it was so easy to lose light bags, and seemingly not possible to get rid of heavy ones.

While I was lost in my thoughts, my eyes fell upon a sign “Lost & Found”.

“Hey,” I thought, “there are the experts!”

I took up all my bags, carried them towards the sign, walked into the agency and looked for a friendly face. A middle-aged man with a blue working-coat stood behind the desk. He had a boring face without any expression.

“Can I help you?” he said expressionless with a monotonous voice.

“Yes, I really want to get rid of my heavy bags. Could you please give me an advice?”

“Never heard about someone who wants to lose something,” he answered still monotonous, “Normally people come to us because they want to find what they have lost.”

“Well,” I said, “I also lost a lot of things during my journey. So, maybe you can help me in this way?”

“Yes,” he said and gave me a form, “fill it out, make a list, describe your bags and bring it back. Then we will see, if someone has found your things.”

I took my pen and wrote down a list: love, time, joy, humor and hope.

I gave him the list and a smile crossed his face.

“Yes Lady, these things are often lost. Our backroom is full of these things. These are light bags. People rather lose light bags than heavy ones.”

He opened the door to the backroom, so that I could have a look into it and I was really surprised.

“And nobody comes to get back what he has lost?” I asked.

“Seldom,” he said. “Although many people miss their light bags, they don’t take the time to find them. Others even don’t notice what they have lost. So, we’ll have a look for your bags.”

He went into the backroom and while I was waiting, I felt hope coming back. And really how I had felt, he brought me the well acquainted bag of my hopes. Suddenly I felt joy. I had tears in my eyes when he brought me my bag of joy a short time later.

I left the “Lost & Found” agency again with my bags of hope and joy. And anyhow – my heavy baggage seemed lighter. I sat down again in the station hall. I cried and laughed the same time.

“Hey Lady, is everything alright with you?” An old man had sat down beside me. I told him my story about getting back my hope and my joy.

“But I still wish to lose my heavy bags.” I ended my story.

“What is in your heavy bags?” he asked.

“Well,” I sighed, “I had a lot of bad experiences, hurts, guilt, doubts, fears. – Do you know how to get rid of them?”

He smiled. “Losing heavy things is not so easy, eh? They are often connected with the fear of forgetting and forgetting bad things is often connected with the fear of happening again. Right?”

I nodded.

“Love helps,” he continued.

“But I have lost my love.” I answered sadly.

“Okay,” he said, “and what’s about your self-love? I’m pretty sure you have some, otherwise you wouldn’t wish to change your baggage.”

I looked around, “Could be I have a little bag self-love anywhere.”

“So take care of your self-love, let it grow. This can be a way to lose your doubts and fear and guilt. I’m sure you won’t miss them. And love will heal your hurts. And love,” he said, “will become more and more, if you take care of it and you will be able to give love and so you will get love.”

I felt that this man was right.

“And – do you also know, how I can find my lost time and my lost humor?”

He smiled again. “Time,” he said, “is lost. It is past. But take care of your future moments. Try to enjoy every moment in your life. And humor,” he said still smiling, “humor, you’ll see, come back alone.”

Before I could thank the old man for his advice, he disappeared as quickly as he had appeared. But he was right again.

After I had left the station – with my light baggage I had decided to walk except of taking another train – I found a bag of humor. I laughed and I danced and then – I wrote down this story.

Copyright © 2007, 2010 Ingrid Prohaska


the original post >
http://dancingella.blogspot.com/2010/12/on-terminal.html

  • Links

DancingElla’s Words > http://dancingella.blogspot.com/


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