Wednesday 31 October 2012

You can prove anything with fangs

I have not got a Halloween post specifically for you, dear reader.
However, in a dark corner of my PC, I opened a dusty computer folder marked "Ideas for blog" and it creaked slowly open as JPEG creepies and GIF crawlies scuttled out from it. And in it, under the failing light of my torch, I found terrifyingly what I am posting tonight.

It is a TV review I wrote much earlier this year. Usually I would not have kept it, but for it being fully written and ready to go, felt I should hold on to it for a little while.

At the time it didn't make it onto the blog simply because I figured nobody else was likely to have watched a Channel 5 documentary called: "Mysteries of the Vampire Skeletons". Of course, now, there is even less likelihood of someone remembering it.

However, in lieu of my GhostWatch viewing still to come, I felt it was apt on Halloween to resurrect it.

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There is an unwritten rule in Archaeology: If you don’t know what you are looking at, say it is “ritual” and move on.

Often, describing things as “ritual” is unsatisfying for the couch historian. Far better to have archaeology provide unbendable proof of vampires. So fair play to Channel 5 who commissioned the documentary “Mysteries of the Vampire Skeletons”.

The documentary set out to explain the reason behind burials found on the outskirts of an Irish medieval cemetery where the skeletons are in positions suggesting they were somehow broken up and each found with a stone in their jaws.

As clear a case of “ritual” as there ever was. Only that would be too… well, Time Team and, son, you’re Channel 5’s boy now.

“Mysteries of the Vampire Skeletons” was everything you hope for in a commissioned channel 5 documentary.

At once full of conjecture and speculation given to no counter argument – one professor immediately makes some extraordinary leaps of faith about how the bodies have been placed: their bones broken after death – “in those deliberate conditions those bodies could not possibly rise out of their graves”.

Another makes a statement regarding the act of placing a stone in a body’s mouth, “Almost as if there is an intentional act to prevent the soul from re-entering and re-animating the body”.

Far be it for me to counter an academic or two but I would think that being dead is a rather more deliberate condition to not being able to rise out of their graves. And no matter that the stone thing may well have been a result of any number of beliefs surrounding the specific people who were dead [perhaps – just spitballing – the stones were placed to prevent the soul from leaving the body and reaching Heaven] you just carry on and suggest the one that sounds the most like it is a vampire skeleton.

I feel like we are being led somewhere here.

An archaeological osteologist is produced next and is shown putting the jigsaw of one of the bodies together. Standing over it, she adds nothing but says everything with: “I like doing this work because you start to realise that this is the body of someone who used to be alive.” And then goes on, “I have not seen anything like this act of putting a stone in the mouth of the dead before. And you can see that this stone is heavy. I cannot piece together the front of the skull because it has been broken into too many fragments.”

The documentary missed a trick here – they could have easily claimed to have digitally recreated the man from the broken skull shards, ala CSI, where the computer outputted this:



And hoped no one recognised him as Vampire Bill.

Finally, she looks a little lost in thought: “It all makes you think what it did to end up in such a way?” Does she mean laid out on a mortuary table in front of a woman who has no concept that I can’t see weight? Or, that it had sucked the blood of a maiden in it’s time?

Which leads me on to the point which, absurdly, annoyed me most of all – this isn’t vampirism is it? I mean, there are no fangs. This more fits the facets of being a Zombie.

Undeterred, the documentary continues with 3 tales (2 being historical reconstructions) of occasions where bodies have been exhumed and desecrated due to them being perceived to be un-dead. One is from the middle-ages where two recently buried men were reportedly seen walking through the cemetery as animals. The 2nd is about a study made by a doctor from the Georgian era. The third a story is from modern Romania about a farmer who exhumed the body of a woman’s uncle at her request to remove and burn his heart to prevent him haunting her dreams: “I saw that the body was fat, when I stuck my knife into her uncle he groaned and when I threw the heart onto the fire, it crackled.” For some reason the contemporary story seemed less quaint and more creepy. It was probably the laughing and smiling old gnarly farmer telling the story with palpable glee at getting away with burning a human heart he had just cut out a corpse that did it.

The documentary was pained to point out the relevance of the telling this stories. The beliefs that the dead can rise and stalk the living have been around for many years and so the proposed link was that it is possible that they spread to Medieval Ireland. The key was the age of the burials.

The cameras now follow the archaeologist managing the burial excavation. He is excitedly driving his car. “I am going to the research lab to get the results of the carbon dating of the bones!” Then a quick cut to his office where he renders the first part of the footage inexplicable and redundant: “I was actually sent the results in an e-mail.” He looks at the e-mail on screen – the camera slowly zooms in to his face and the screen, building tension, he points to some squiggly lines “We are looking at a crossover point of 740AD.”

Was this good or bad, it was impossible to tell. The narrator, thankfully, helps out: “This puts the graves some 300 years before the first recorded instance of a “vampire” burial. Could these graves be the earliest ever found of vampirism?”

No. There is no connection. There is no connection of time, of written or spoken history or religious tradition or of geography. None. No.

Academics giving half arguments, dubious evidence waved at the camera, weirdly drawn parallels from space and time and strange editing choices all geared toward the total narrative belief of the actual existence of vampires is a virtuoso channel 5 bit of fluff. Nonetheless, I simply don’t understand why these academics went onto this documentary, taking the wooden nickel, to give authority to this diluted historical nonsense. Perhaps it was ritual. Ritual humiliation.





Tuesday 23 October 2012

"Quotable lines!"

One of the simple joys I have found in recent times is writing short film quotes to films I have made up. Inspired by Kim Newman’s brilliant twitter “Dungeon Quotes” series #edq, it is the perfect form for tweets to while away the time whether on the bus or in a queue.

Here is a selection you can feel free to quote to family and friends from films I have made up so far.


Bridicide!

Bridicide tag line: “She had to have the day to always remember, her bridesmaids vowed to give her the day never to forget”

Only these won’t be marriage vows. Oh no. These will be vows of killing.

“If I don’t start enjoying the best Hen Party of my life in the next ten minutes, I am going to make sure all the hens know about your dirty little secret. Don’t think I won’t tell them about you and Bobby.”
- Bridicide (2012)


“You see, I didn’t find your “prank” of hiring me an 82 year old stripper tonight very funny. So I called in a favourable wedding duty from the Best Man.”

“But the Best Man is also my husband!”

“Yes. And he is such a – rhythmic – dancer. Aren’t you, James? Don’t speak – we ladies don’t want you to show your big dagger like… wit! Ha ha! Hahahahaha!”
- Bridicide (2012)


“Be careful with how you are handling that knife for the cake, you fool! You are waving it about as if this dress has not been stitched by 3 blind seamstresses from Venice using threads sourced from the hills of Honolulu! I dare you to spill blood on this wedding dress!”
- Bridicide (2012)


“Damn, Tilly! Now we have to kill the videographer and throw his DVD into the acid just to be safe! How’s my fascinator?”
- Bridicide (2012)



Here is a full grindhouse style trailer for Lorna LOLZ then KILZ!

Lorna likes laughing out loud to friends’ social media updates – Lorna types out her giggles in the comment boxes.
L.O.L.
But When Lorna sees comments which don’t make her laugh, those friends become the prey in her social web.
Lorna LOLZ changes to Lorna KILZ quicker than throwing a computer sheep in… Lorna LOLZ then KILZ!
Rated R.


At first. Lorna certainly “likes” her friends' statuses. But then tagging them for real – with a ship's harpoon – becomes the only way.
Lorna LOLZ then KILZ!
Rated R.


“Who? I haven’t updated my status to that! Someone has hacked into my social network…” Lorna hacks into accounts... and flesh. When Lorna types out LOL you better watch out for it stands for LAUGH OUT LEATHAL in: Lorna LOLZ then KILZ!
Rated R.



And my personal favourite, essentially because I reckon I could get it made:
Clouds set to: Doom!

"Professor, it is almost as if the cloud dial has been purposely set to doom!"
- Clouds set to: Doom! (2012)


"Neil, you know what a reversal of mood in the clouds spell? DOOM!"
- Clouds set to: Doom! (2012)


"Sarah, we need to get to the Professor's lab before the clouds do. Now put that cheese down and GET IN!"
- Clouds set to: Doom! (2012)


I mean with lines like those, this film has to have an audience on Channel 5 on a Tuesday 2:30 in the afternoon, right?


It really is marvellous fun. You should give tweeting quotes a go too.




Wednesday 10 October 2012

Sublimulous



The thing which makes us human? The difference between us and all other things?

The concept, production and performance of shadow puppets.

I don't see anything else having shadow puppets. In fact, the medium of shadow puppetry might be our unique trait in the whole wide universe.

But what also makes us human? The motivation of adventure!

To climb to the top, dive to the bottom, to traverse the widest, to travel the fastest, furthest and first. To do it for the only reason of trying to put a perfect fingerprint onto the surface of a blue marble. To high-five God on the most rad half-pipe ever. To push everything to the limit just to find out if it really was ever the limit in the to start with.

It is looking up at the vastness and counting the stars and then vow to one day visit them all.

Adventure is the human condition.

And theatre.

This was brought into sharp focus this week with the news of a man who is going to jump out a hot air balloon at 120,000 feet and skydive toward the ground in a space suit, breaking the speed of sound and hope to tell us all about it when he lands about 10 minutes later. It is, in every sense of the word, an awesome undertaking for a human.

To me it is a combination of this human condition of adventure poetically entwined (if such things can be poetic) with science to create something which is pretty beautiful. Standing, alone looking at the curvature of the earth, only able to hear your own breath in the pressurised helmet and leaping off surely captures the imagination of the spectacular and spiritual.



The very same morning I read about this epic feat I read of another one.

The quote which caught my eye from this 2nd story was this:
"This is on the very edge of what I believe possible"
That is some statement. Considering I would have thought falling from a height of 120,000 feet faster than the speed of sound was pushing boundaries, a man saying this of his own adventure, well, it must be special.

This man, Chris, got his idea when rowing in a lake:
Build a human sized hamster wheel and walk in it to propel himself 66 miles over the Irish sea from Wales to Ireland. For charity.

The very edge of what he believes possible.

Bet he was gutted when the news of the bloke jumping from space broke the same day as his. So much for the weeks of hype building up your effort, Chris.

The guy jumping to Earth has spent 4 years planning, training and exacting on the details to ensure the success of the multi-million dollar project.

Chris expects he might eat 60 Mars Bars when skippering the wheel he built in his shed.

It seems like a perfect case of the sublime to the ridiculous, but in actuality it is difficult to tell which is which. Both are idiotic with no little risk involved and, really, who can say which has more merit than the other when history records humanities great achievements? I say this: Which is truly the ridiculous one?

It's the hamster-man called Chris.



Friday 5 October 2012

Follow diversion

Hello folks!
This a timely reminder to you all, if you want to read news, see lyrics and join in the adulation of my imaginery band, Greville and the Tombstones, please click on the band link at the top of the page.

Greville and the Tombstone's blog: where all the cool cats with an interest in gothic alt-country bands hang.



Monday 1 October 2012

Ghost in the TV machine

When I was growing up, 3 things scared the living bejeezus out of me.
  • The 1945 film, The Picture of Dorian Gray
  • This song:
  • BBC's Ghostwatch
2 of these things can wait for a later explanation.

I watched Ghostwatch for the one and only time back in 1992 and, if you saw my tweet tonight, you'll already know - I am so very happy to now reveal I ordered the DVD of Ghostwatch from Amazon last week. I am excited to find out if it was as awfully frightening as I remember.

From what I can remember of it, it was the Grimm fairytale to the later Disney-fication of the form with the more recent Most Haunted.

Once I watch it (possibly near the end of October...) I will be sure to report back. Through the medium, not Derek Ackorah, but of this blog.