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Tuesday, August 5, 2025

Queer Indie Authors at T's Pub


Queer Indie Authors at T's Pub
Featuring:
AJ Dolman
Natalie Hanna
Chris Johnson
Stevie Mikayne
James K. Moran
 
T's Pub or tspub.ca
Ottawa, Ontario.
Thurs., Aug. 21. 
Doors "open", 5:30. 
6:00pm start.
Free event.
Y'all are invited.

That's how the pros do it, true believers. We've got it all—poetry, horror and other speculative fiction, mystery and fab host Eden Moore, to boot! 

AJ Dolman’s (they/she) debut poetry collection is Crazy / Mad (Gordon Hill Press, 2024). They previously authored Lost Enough: A collection of short stories (MRP, 2017), and three poetry chapbooks, and co-edited Motherhood in Precarious Times (Demeter Press, 2018). Dolman’s poetry, fiction and essays have appeared in numerous magazines and anthologies. A bi/pan+ rights advocate and founder of Bi+ Canada, they live on unceded, unsurrendered Anishinaabe Algonquin territory.

Chris Johnson (he/him) was born in Scarborough, ON, and currently lives on unceded, unsurrendered territory of the Anishinaabe Algonquin Nation. He is the Managing Editor for Arc Poetry Magazine and Editorial Assistant at Nightwood Editions. Chris' latest chapbook is 320 lines of poetry (counting blank lines) (Anstruther Press, 2023).

natalie hanna is a queer Ottawa lawyer of Middle-Eastern descent, working with low income populations. She runs battleaxe press, and her poem “light conversation” received Honourable Mention for the 2019 Diana Brebner Prize. She is the author of thirteen poetry chapbooks, including titles with above/ground press and Baseline Press. Her 2021 chapbook, machine dreams (Collusion Books), co-authored with Liam Burke, was nominated for the 2022 bpNichol Chapbook Award. Her first full-length collection, lisan al'asfour (ARP Books, 2022), was a finalist for the 2023 Ottawa Book Awards.

Stevie Mikayne is a queer writer of romantic mysteries. Her work is inspired by that time she was allowed to crash a Private Investigator School, coupled with her natural resistance to being told that she can't blend genres. She is a two-time Lambda Literary Award Finalist as well as a Golden Crown Literary Award Finalist. In her real life, she is a professor of creative writing at the University of Ottawa and a mum to a fabulous almost-teenager.

James K. Moran, a writer of many bi lines, has published speculative fiction and poetry in Burly Tales: Finally Fairy Tales for the Hirsute and Hefty Gay Man, Bywords, Glitterwolf, On Spec, and elsewhere. Moran’s collection Fear Itself and small-town Canada horror novel Town & Train were published by Lethe Press. For over 15 years, he was a freelance contributor for Xtra Magazine (née Capital Xtra!). He reviews for Arc Poetry Magazine, Plenitude: your queer literary magazine and Strange Horizons. Findable at jamestheballadeer.

Wednesday, July 30, 2025

Finally reading Peter Atkins' All our Hearts are Ghosts & Other Stories

Finally reading All our Hearts are Ghosts & Other Stories (Shadowridge Press, 2022) by my pal Algie (aka Peter Atkins). Here it is, in my Winnipeg hotel room. I was recently out west for a reading with local spec-fic writers SM Beiko, Keith Cadieux and host Susie Mohoney at Raven's End: The Horror Book Shop. They astonished me. I had ordered my elusive signed copy (at least in Ontario) late last year from the new bookstore

I thought the short-story collection would be good. But I must admit that instead, it is very, very good. 

Toured with Peter and Glen Hirshberg (Artie) as part of The Rolling Darkness Revue 2010: Curtain Call, a traveling roadshow of horror writers where the two scribes would travel with a contributer from that year's chapbook. 

I am happy to say I am still learning from Algie. What a gift Peter's short stories are—efficient, incisive, eminently readable, smart and so very, surprisingly, funny. Why did I wait so long to read it? Why?

The collection feartures ten stories in all, all strong or superb, as well as the script for a Marvel Hellraiser comic (without the artwork) and prose examining the backstories of three characters in the film Hellraiser: Hell On Earth, a project which Peter was attached to. The latter two are not my cup of literary tea, but as admittedly akin to  bonus material for a DVD, they are intriguing. Still, Peter's fantastical stories, though, are pithy, sometimes gorey, and always clever. 

The opener, a banger of a novelette, "The Stuff that Dreams Are Made Of" is a compelling first-person pulpy prequel to "Intricate Green Figurines", a clever, engaging story  from his last collection Rumours of The Marvelous concerning the pursuit of emerald figurines of Lovecraftian creatures. As I recall, the piece was portentous with an underlyimg sense of menace.

So, naturally, when we recently tried the Greek version of the board game Horrified, in Winnipeg, at a faming café, this green Medusa figurine caught my attention. One must ask, is it one of your characters', Algie?

That aside, Atkins' clever use of intergenerational character I admire greatly. These  include Private Dick Steve Donnelly, protagonist of "The Stuff that Dreams Are Made Of" and his daughter Tabby in the charming "The Thing About Cats". His grandaughter Kitty appeared in stories in Rumours of The Marvelous. Such intergenerational connection adds a certain weight, texture and je ne sais quoi to reading the pieces. Peter's story notes are an enjoyable complement to each story as well, being both potty-mouthed and playful with the reader.

I remain grateful that I know Peter (aka Algie). Read him. It's terrific work, really, with each story revealing further delights, dread and disquietude.  

As well, I am thankful that Chelsea shipped this signed edition from Raven's End: The Horror Book Shop last December. 

Monday, July 21, 2025

Review: Superman film mostly soars! Some of my thoughts

So, that there new Superman film, eh? Here are my spoiler-free thoughts.

Liked it. Entertaining. Stellar cast, clever fight scenes, and an array of characters that is arguably also the flick's Kryptonite. Director James Gunn brings his signature poppy, colourful, rock-n'-roll musical style that he applied to the Guardians of the Galaxy films.

David Corenswet as Clark/Superman is superb. I knew he would be from finding him in Hollywood (Netflix), the alternate timeline show that posits: what if a matinee idol modelled on Rock Hudson came out of the closet in 1930's studio  Hollywood? As a square-jawed, handsome, athletic invested actor, I thought then he could be a dead-ringer for Jack Kerouac ... or Superman. As for Corenswet's Superman? Idealistic, good-hearted, earnest, imperfect.  Nails it. And Corenswat's Clark Kent? Finally a worthy foppish success to Christopher Reeve. The film, though, could have used more Clark. In all, Corenswat's is a more upbeat, hopeful and colourul Kal-El. He's not landing like Henry Cavill's brooding Supes, with a boom that cracks the pavement. Yet Clark still struggles. The decisions he grapples with define him and challenge his optimism. In many scenes, there is a visual delight and almost serene acceptance of super-powered, otherworldly menace occurring around him, and Clark is just doing his best.

Clark/Supes, getting some help from someone he once saved.












Clark and Lois Lane, a rather sexy Rachel Brosnahan, are passionate. This bickering, passionate couple is terrific and the actors have chemistry. There's even a double entendre in there between them, if one watches closely.


Top marks go to the supporting cast. Nathan Fillion as smarmy Green Lantern Guy Gardner just shreds the scenery. The Daily Planet staff gets something to do, drawing from Grant Morrison's all-time quintessential comic-book masterpiece All-Star Superman. The news staff is great chaotic comic relief. And the Superdog, Krypto, Gunn's own pooch, wrecks every proverbial China shop he can in an abundance of comic relief. It's  Gunn's own canine, and they are a bit of a scene-stealer. I like the dog; many don't.

Nicholas Hoult is always superb and emotional, whether as the Beast/Hank McCoy in X-Men: First Class or as misguided Neo Nazi Bob Mathews in the recent chilling The Order. Here, Hoult makes a terrific, tortured, passionate, megalomaniac Lex Luthor, a barn-burner in all his scenes. Lex's hench-people are gleefully invested in being bad. Luthor even explains why he does what he does. Gene Hackman, a standard-bearer as Lex Luthor in the 1978 Superman: The Movie (and arguably Superman II), never really did explain the why— only the how
about his evil plots. 

There is a veritable parade of comic characters at last receiving a live-action treatment and likely many cameos I missed.

But not my old pal Kim Brunhuber, who read at the Tree Reading Series I ran in Ottawa back in the day. I yalloped when I saw Kim in his cameo appearance as a news anchor. Way to go, Kim! You're my hero. P.S.; my mother-in-law harboured a crush for you and was knocked back when I said I knew you a fre years back.

Because of all of the elements James Gunn jams into this two-hour-plus feature, I have many mixed feelings because it's a big ball of everything and the above-mentioned surplus of characters. Maybe more Superman would have been better? Perry White is black, which is a change. The Superman S and costume are both slightly altered new takes on the 87-year-old design. As well, some characters have powers they don't have in the comics. There's more wanton widespread destruction that I care for (and find tedious these days in many comic-book fare, frankly). The depiction of quantum physics, as expected in a superhero flick. But still, Superman is quite spectacular. Will see it again, actually.

It's also a film brimming with hope. I can overlook many quibbles for hope. We need it now, more than ever. And Superman remains a symbol of hope.

Note: Stick around for the credits. There are two post-credit scenes. Also, I love the special thanks section, not only because co-creator Canadian artist Joe Shuster is listed along with American co-creator Jerry Siegel, but also comic-book-famous writer and Chaod Magick warlock Grant Morrison. Affable Jerry Ordway, my favourite (and masterful) artist from my days collecting The Adventures of Superman and also the fine The Power of Shazam! is in there, too.

As well, all photos are from Warner Bros. and I believe fall under fair use.

Winnipeg readin': A Spec-Fic Midsummer Spectacular at Raven's End Books


Say—do I know anyone in Winnipeg? Because I am reading there with a fabulous spec-fic crew there this Thursday, July 24!

Raven's End Books: The Horror Bookshop Presents 
A Spec-Fic Midsummer Spectacular
with readings by Canuck speculative fiction voices:
Samantha Mary Beiko 
Keith Cadieux 
Susie Moloney 
& special guest: 
Ottawa’s James K. Moran 

hosted by Susie Moloney
Thursday, July 24, 2025
Doors 6pm; reading 6:30pm. Free.
Raven’s End Books: The Horror Bookshop
1859 Portage Ave.
Winnipeg, Manitoba
info@ravensendbooks.com

Bios

S.M. (Samantha) Beiko pens award-winning fantasy novels for teens including The Lake and the LibraryThe Realms of Ancient Trilogy (Scion of the Fox, Children of the Bloodlands, The Brilliant Dark) and her new queer monster romance series, The Brindlewatch Quintet (The Stars of Mount Quixx, The Door in Lake Mallion, followed by The Sleuth of Ferren City in 2026). Beiko created the Aurora Award-winning webcomic Krampus is My Boyfriend! and is the editor of Gothic Tales of Haunted Love and Gothic Tales of Haunted Futures.

Keith Cadieux, a horror writer and editor of modest publication history, has stories in GrainPrairie Fire and ELQ. Of his short story collection Donner Parties, the Winnipeg Free Press said, "Cadieux is a master of letting the horrors which lie beneath and outside us press up relentlessly into our troubled minds. No one should miss that experience." He lives in Winnipeg with his wife and big dog named Bear.

Susie Moloney has authored four novels of horror and supernatural, 
Bastian Falls, A Dry Spell, The Dwelling and The Thirteen and the short-fiction collection, Things Withered. She continues publishing in journals and anthologies. Currently Moloney is writing television and film in the genre and you can see Bright Hill Road and Romi wherever you rent movies. She’s working on a new novel, her first in ten years.

James K. Moran fell hard for horror with Universal Monsters and Weird Tales covers. Moran’s speculative fiction and poetry have appeared in Bywords, Glitterwolf, and On Spec. Lethe Press published his collection Fear Itself and small-town Canada horror novel Town & Train. Moran reviews for Arc Poetry Magazine, Plenitude and Strange Horizons. Findable at jameskmoran.blogspot.ca & jamestheballadeer.bsky.social.

Friday, June 27, 2025

Queer Indie Authors at Toronto Pride


Front row: JM Freeman.
Second row: Host/organizer Dorianne Emmerton, Antonio Robledo, AJ Dolman.
Back row: Our pal Christian Baines, and yours truly.

I was part of this lovely rogues gallery of writers from last night's pre-Toronto Pride Queer Indie Authors  reading at Super Bargain Cocktail Bar. Check out the wallpaper that Oscar Wilde would have snarked about.

Photo: Antonio Robledo. Thanks, Antonio!

Everyone but Dorianne will be at our Toronto Pride booth all weekend. 

We're a delight! Come say hello and chat. Mebbe bring coffee or water?

On Church between Gerrard and McGill. Nearest subway station: College.
Friday, 7:00pm to 11:00pm.
Saturday, Sunday: Noon to 11:00pm.

J. Marshall Freeman is a writer of fiction and poetry. He is the author of two queer-hero young adult novels, The Dubious Gift of Dragon Blood and Barnabas Bopwright Saves the City. His latest book is the short story collection, To Wrap Yourself in Light, which includes two award-winning stories from the Saints+Sinners Fiction Contest. A poet, he has featured at many Toronto poetry nights and m released two poetry chapbooks. Jonathan is currently writing a middle-grade science fiction novel about evil trillionaires and brave dogs. He lives in Toronto with his husband and brave dog.

Dorianne Emmerton writes queer speculative fiction. She curates the Brockton Writers Series, and helps run the Bi+ Arts Festival. She grew up in small town Northern Ontario amidst rock outcrops, jack pines, and pigeon-sized mosquitoes but now calls Toronto home. Her stories have been published in places including Luna Station Quarterly, Eavesdrop Magazine, Room Magazine, The Audient Void, The Fantasist, Daily Science Fiction, and in the anthologies Nevertheless (Tesseracts Twenty-One) and Ink Stains Volume Seven: Decay.

Antonio Robledo, aka A. Renegade, is a mental health and addiction professional, with a background in social work whose significant contributions to Canada were recognized with the King Charles III’s Coronation Medal in 2025. Mexican by birth and Canadian by choice, he divides his time between supporting others through therapy and practicing his passion for rock climbing. Robleo’s Love (Man to Man), is a bilingual collection of poems exploring love that defies convention and the deeply personal journey of one man’s love for another. 

AJ Dolman’s (they/she) debut poetry collection is Crazy / Mad (Gordon Hill Press, 2024). They previously authored Lost Enough: A collection of short stories (MRP, 2017), and three poetry chapbooks, and co-edited Motherhood in Precarious Times (Demeter Press, 2018). Dolman’s poetry, fiction and essays have appeared in numerous magazines and anthologies. A bi/pan+ rights advocate and founder of Bi+ Canada, they live on unceded, unsurrendered Anishinaabe Algonquin territory.

Christian Baines Raised on dark humour and motivated by horror movies and New Zealand wine, Christian Baines is the author of eight novels including gay paranormal series The Arcadia Trust, Puppet Boy, Skin, and My Cat’s Guide to Online Dating. Born in Australia, he now travels the world whenever possible, living and writing in Toronto, Canada between trips


James K. Moran is a writer of many bi lines with speculative fiction and poetry appearing in Burly Tales: Finally Fairy Tales for the Hirsute and Hefty Gay Man, Bywords, Glitterwolf, On Spec, and elsewhere. Moran’s collection Fear Itself and small-town Canada horror novel Town & Train were published by Lethe Press. For over 15 years, he freelanced for Xtra Magazine (née Capital Xtra!). Moran agonizes—or, rather, writes—across the genres about grief, love, nomadic superheroes and drag-queen warlocks. His reviews appear in Arc Poetry Magazine, Plenitude: your queer literary magazine and Strange Horizons. Findable at jamestheballadeer.bsky.social and jamestheballadeer on Instagram. Moran lives in Ottawa.

Saturday, May 31, 2025

Legendary Comic-book writer Peter David, revered Incredible Hulk scribe, has passed away

Peter David
Sept. 23, 1956-May 34, 2025.

Eisner-award-winning comic-book writer Peter David has passed away this week, at 68, after a lengthy struggle with health problems. I knew him not personally, but as the byline of the guy who wrote The Incredible Hulk for about 11 years, from when I was a kid dreaming deeply in grade eight to my twentysomething days in Old Blighty. I read Peter David's entire run, a run that earned him legendary status and reverence, from his roughshod debut in issue # 331 to issue # 467, announcing his sudden departure issue.

David started on the book with the May 1, 1987 issue # 331, "Inconstant Moon". I was in grade eight, drawing the Hulk and other heroes such as Spider-Man, Superman, Batman and Captain Marvel with my best pal Dietrich, a Jehovah's Witness. We were preoccupied with bullies, a little (well, maybe a lot) afraid of girls, and quite a lot invested in superheroes. Peter David's final issue, # 467, titled "The Lone and Level Sands", bore an August 1, 1998 cover date. By then, I was in my mid-twenties, living, working, drinking, writing and growing in London, England.

He inspired me so much, as a writer, that I thanked him in my acknowledgemennts in my first horror novel, Town & Train. And my 17-year-old hero John Daniel is even reading The Incredible Hulk issue # 355 in one scene. My book, set in 1990, examines the theme of realizing your dreams, or nightmares. I wanted to shoehorn in the kind of thing a geeky, horny, restless 17-year-old would read in the heatwave summer of 1990 in a small city. 

In actuality, at that time of my writing, issue # 355 of the Jade Giant's comic was hitting the specialty-store stands. The issue  I referenced, that John reads, is titled "Now You See It ..." and cover-dated May 1989. A trippy interloper who calls himself Glorian promises Hulk his fondest dreams if Glorian can only, you know, cleanse the Hulk's soul. In my book, which I started in August 1990, the conductor of a mysterious steam engine train promises anyone their wildest dreams if they only just come aboard. An obvious line-through of inspiration, that.

So, I read Peter David's Jade Giant for quite a spell. Eleven years, in fact. From my flat in Central London's Hackney, I hand-wrote him a letter of thanks once I read in the letters page, Green-Skin's Grab-Bag, that he was leaving the book suddenly. I never heard back, which is often par for course in the comuc-book business.

Why did I like his portrayal of the Hulk so much? I had been a fan of Ol' Greenskin since I could buy comics. I was a kid with a temper problem. I was athletic in some ways, but not enamored with sports.  I struggled with bullies regularly. Superheroes and reading were an obvious imaginative, escapist outlet. So, I enjoyed me some globe-spanning power fantasies, as in the early 1980's Hulk monthly comic. Yet ... Peter David was all about character development and exploration. And he had the Hulk confront other characters in singularly interesting ways, including when the Blob, an immovable object, couldn't expulse Hulk's fist from his massive gut.

Eventually, David ended Jade Jaw's often meandering worldwide travels of writer Bill Mantlo's era that I was weaned on, introducing an entire new super-powered team, the Pantheon. This allowed him to develop Bruce Banner's traumatic childhood, further delving into how Banner's father was abusive and the effect of this abuse on Bruce as a young boy. Through the MacGuffin of therapy sessions with psychiatrist character Doc Samson, David posited that the Hulk was only one of many personas of Bruce's disassociative identity disorder, a result of his childhood experience in that he created personas to protect himself. Samson had been around for years, since issue # 141, with its cringeworthy sexist Herb Trimpe cover, with the Doc uttering, "Foolish Female!!! The victory shall belong to Doc Samson!" However, the handsome musclehead had never acted as Bruce's therapist or shrink to treat his obvious and distinct Hulk and Banner personalities.

Bill Mantlo', ending his considerable Incredible Hulk tenure, had laid the groundwork for childhood trauma and schizophrenia, but it was David who examined the effects of child abuse, namely Bruce Banner's personas. Peter David also, at the first opportunity, through a plot MacGuffin, and with editorial blessing, powered down the character, making him not only grey but cunning, and often mean, as well as articulate and intelligent. Now, Bruce Banner only turned into his alter-ego, the Grey Hulk, at night. The full moon affected him, making him stronger. In this way, David added a shameless yet wonderful supernatural touch to the Hulk mythos, enriching it. Yet at the same time, this powered-down, smaller version of the character was a throwback to the Hulk's very first appearance. 

Some longtime fans bristled, while others, such as myself, paid attention, leaned in and watched what Peter David did. He admitted later on to flying by the seat of his pants until it became clear what he was doing with a floundering title that editorial didn't care much about. But he stuck with it, stayed in the book and kept going, likely determined to do something interesting with a character he was kind of indifferent about at the outset.

The writer also penned the most popular era of the Hulk as Joe Fixit, a legbreaker for casino owner Mike Berengetti in Las Vegas. The irascible Fixit, who didn't take guff from anyone, sported a fedora and pinstripe suit as a disguise. There, he got to know bodyguard, redhead Marlo Chandler, another David character who would go on to to marry former sidekick Rick Jones, and he lived a pretty great life as the Hulk. Other characters such as Iron Man or Spidey might appear, but Fixit lived his own life, no longer on the run from the army, or anyone. Instead, he sent them running. Joe once sent the Grey Gargoyle packing with a concrete severed arm, the villain unsure what would happen if he transformed back into flesh. What a terrific and interesting era for the Hulk, surrounded by a fresh cast of supporting characters, courtesy of Peter David. A deserving fan-favourite.

David also brought back minor players such as the aforementioned hunky psychiatrist Doc Samson, he of the flowing green hair, and tight red muscle shirt with a yellow lightening bolt, and sidekicks such as Rick Jones, and Jim Wilson. Jim died of HIV/AIDs. Bruce visited Jim on his death bed in a touching coda and a Red-Ribbon issue to raise awareness about HIV/AIDs. In this way, Peter brought in startling social relevance. 

Peter and I even  tussled very briefly over social media when I asked him if he wrote Jim as gay or bi or straight and he refused to say, instead saying that straight people got AIDs too which, of course, I knew, so I let it go.

Memorable moments of David's tenure include when Bruce/the Emerald Giant threatened another character for being homophobic. 

At Rick Jones' wedding, Hector, an openly gay character whom David created, flirted with gay hero Northstar of the Canuck super-team, Alpha Flight. For the wedding issue, the author wrote himself into the story as the officiant rabbi who soon got intoxicated at the reception. Famously, David also snuck in an unauthorized and unnamed cameo of the character Death from Neil Gaiman's Sandman series, who gives the bride Marlo a wedding gift and leaves.

Another iconic character moment featured the Hulk and love-interest Betty Ross reconciling over the course of an issue that was one long conversation, ending with them cracking up.

And there were many, many more great character moments during Peter David's revered and psychologically focused run on The Incredible Hulk

A highlight for the teenaged me was the shamelessly pulpy issue # 335, featuring a horror-flick-loving character whose Stalker alter-ego emerges from under the bed each night to stalk victims with their  clawed hands, sporting a wide-brimmed hat. It's an eerie, overly lurid nod to Freddie Krueger of the 1984 Nightmare on Elm Street, which kickstarted the franchise. The imagery and prose affected my feverish 14-year-old imagination much as the pulp magazines such as Weird Tales that it was aping. 

Comic-book-famous artist Todd McFarlane got his start in the title when I was in eigth grade as well.

On a very local note, Ottawa artist Dale Keown drew the character for quite a spell in the early nineties.

Thanks for the stories, Peter. 

Peter, as I told you in '98, you wrote a mean dream, and many of us dream it with you. The Hulk character grew up, and did I, from an inspired young teen to a twentysomething trying to find his way.

And you, not gamma rays—you—transformed the Hulk forever.

The Red Ribbon issue. Cover and interior art: Ottawa's own Dale Keown.


Doc Samson merges all the Hulk personas in this one.
Another fine Dale Keown cover-and-interiors issue.

The Joe Fixit era, set in Las Vegas, allowed Peter David to have further, interesting fun with the Hulk character, such as a tussle with the Absorbing Man, an inprompt run-in with Spider-Man, and lots of dandyism and a sense of style from ... Mister Fixit?

The Joe Fixit era also saw Jeff Purve's rougher-hewn, sketchier pencils introduced, as evidence by this January 17, 1989 issue, entitled "Now You See It ...", giving the Vegas adventures a more noir film, a rather brilliant tonal shift for the title and a daring one. But it work7ed.

 This issue, cover-dated March 15, 1988, bares an iconic cover and rathe good interiors from Todd McFarlane.
            
 "Quality of Life", an early-days Todd McFarlane favourite.  In this heavy-hitter of an issue, David tackles domestic abuse, hearkening back to the Hulk! magazine of the late 1970's/1980's, which bore a social conscience and also devled into a spousal-abuse storyline.
Cover art: Steve Geiger and Bob McLeod. 

 "Mending Fences", the terrific Betty Ross-Hulk conversation issue.
Cover art: Dale Keown.

Like I said, overly lurid, and in the spirit of the 1930's/1940's pulps, particularly Weird Tales
Cover art: Steve Geiger and Bob McLeod. 

Tuesday, May 13, 2025

Monarch: Legacy of Monsters terrific fun

My co-pilot was away in France for two weeks. I had a hard time of it, from breaking too much glass in the kitchen to a light-fixture bulb exploding, nearly causing a house-fire to warning staff at my favourite local bar of an unhinged customer who, when the cops apprehended him, discovered a gun on him. 

During my capricious two weeks, I juggled full-time work, running the homefront with a teenage son and two fur-children (a thirteen-year-old short-haired grey-and-white cat and a pomchi). To blow off steam, when I was not joining team-effort karaoke with a fine friend and belting out life-affirming songs with new and interesting folks, I was watching Monarch: Legacy of Monsters, which I rented (yes; you read that right, rented) from Movies 'N Stuff. 

As always, I should thank Marc Bernardin for praising it on Fatman Beyond with Kevin Smith. His recs always steer me right, this time towards glorious, perilous adventure in lands where there be monsters. 

It's the absolute (atomic?) bomb-—shot gorgeously, with stunningly beautiful or quirkily interesting players. Monarch is shamelessly pulpy, globe-trotting to locales that include deep dives into catacombs and the outskirts of Monster Island itself. The cast sells it, hard, toggling between the 1950's and present day. Not a weak actor among them. For each new local, each player has a stylish new outfit.

Oh—and the monsters, meted out at a good pace, are always also gorgeous. Comic-book rockstar writer Matt Fraction, chief executuve producer, has crafted a compelling, jaw-droppimg, epistolary and Lovecraftian thing, here. Couldn't take my eyes off it. 

It's amazing work for Godzilla or rubber-suit monster lovers to lose themselves in. Now lemme get back to it as I recover from karaoking.