* Last night I saw the stage adaptation of The Diary of a Teenage Girl by Phoebe Gloeckner. It was great. Here’s my review. But I really want to stress that the show is accompanied by an exhibition of original Gloeckner art and comics pages, which right then and there transforms it into a can’t-miss situation for fans of Gloeckner’s work. I mean, these things are astonishing. The show runs through MoCCA weekend, so get your tickets, and even if you hate the play or think it’s just alright, you’ll have seen Gloeckner originals up close and personal. The blowjob cross-section, for God’s sake. The beach scene!
* Elsewhere on Robot 6: Bill Sienkiewicz draws friendly dictators.
* The Bram Stoker Awards will recognize graphic novels. That’s cool, but only if they look farther afield than the schlocky, not scary horror-comics mainstream. I mean, I’m totally fine with two nominations being eaten up by The Walking Dead and Mike Mignola every year, but I’d rather see The Squirrel Machine instead of Simon Dark or whatever.
* I enjoyed this essay by Oscar Moralde on the challenge of ending a TV series for The House Next Door. I think he’s right that Lost‘s finale, by virtue of the whole construction of the series, will bear more weight than even the finales of The Sopranos and Battlestar Galactica, for good or ill.
* They’re remaking Godzilla–yes, again. I’m mildly optimistic. It’s a little-known fact that I freaking LOVED Godzilla as a kid, and I would assume that the hideous Devlin-Emmerich remake provides a pretty convenient “what NOT to do” guide for whoever makes the new one. Cloverfield proved how scary scale can be; I imagine a Hollywood Godzilla is going to be an all-ages summer-tentpole affair rather than a serious horror movie, but summer-tentpole needn’t equal braindead.
* I think I love you, Zak Smith.
* I think I hate you, Ken Bromberg.
* Lost thoughts tonight, of course, but for now why not take one last gander at last week’s?