I come both to bury and praise Captain America, as well as discuss the latest issues of The Authority, Mighty Avengers, Civil War: The Initiative, Cold Heat, Fantastic Four, 52, Incredible Hulk, Sheena: Queen of the Jungle, Supreme Power: Hyperion vs. Nighthawk, and Ultimate Spider-Man, at this week’s Thursday Morning Quarterback.

Well, you’re off to the right start, I’ll give you that.

(Hat tip, plus lots more info: Ain’t It Cool.)

My favourite movie when I was a little, little boy was Bud Abbott and Lou Costello Meet Frankenstein. It

If you care about filmed violence as deeply as I do, then for God’s sake do not miss this movie!

If you enjoyed Children of Men, take a gander at this montage of the fake commercials and advertisements created for use within the film’s fictional world by designers Foreign Office. You’ll note the animals-as-children theme right off the bat, among many other fascinating dystopian cultural tidbits. Also, you’ll note that King Crimson is awesome.

(via Heidi MacDonald)

A man suspected of killing and dismembering his wife was captured Sunday as he fled searchers, running through snow in northern Michigan, police said.

Stephen Grant had been the subject of a manhunt since police discovered what they believe to be the torso and other body parts of his wife, Tara Lynn Grant, in and around the couple

Big interviews with some genre worthies up on the Wizard site this week…

Andy Serwin talks with Battlestar Galactica‘s Tricia Helfer.

Jenny Peters talks with 300‘s (and Lost‘s) Rodrigo Santoro.

A human rights group said Thursday that Saudi Arabia violated international law when it ordered the beheadings earlier this week of four Sri Lankan robbers and then left their headless bodies on public display in the capital of Riyadh.

—Activists blast Saudi Arabia beheadings,” James Calderwood, Associated Press

(via Charles Johnson)

“…We were getting prisoners from the navy SEALs who were using a lot of the same techniques we were using, except they were a little more harsh. They would actually have the detainee stripped nude, laying on the floor, pouring ice water over his body. They were taking his temperature with a rectal thermometer. We had one guy who had been burned by the navy SEALs. He looked like he had a lighter held up to his legs. One guy’s feet were like huge and black and blue, his toes were obviously all broken, he couldn’t walk.”

—“Confessions of a Torturer: The Story of Army Interrogator Tony Lagouranis,” John Conroy, Chicago Reader

(via Andrew Sullivan)

When good movies happen to good bloggers, part one: Bill Sherman reviews Cemetery Man/Della’morte, Dell’amore.

When good movies happen to good bloggers, part two: Stacie Ponder reviews The Exorcist.

My single favorite music writer, Fluxblog’s Matthew Perpetua, interviews my single least favorite music writer, Rolling Stone‘s Rob Sheffield: Part One / Part Two / Part Three.

Fantagraphics, the best comics publisher in the world, needs your help.

Loren Coleman, the best cryptozoology blogger in the world, needs your help.

You can see my favorite horror comics at this week’s Horror Roundtable. And that’s not the only things of mine you can see there.

Good news/bad news: Scientists have discovered a vast ocean of water deep beneath the surface of the Earth/All that water is trapped within solid rock rather than forming a contiguous body of liquid, so it’s not like there are any pleisiosaur/icthyosaur battles going on all Jules Verne style. (Hat tip: Carnacki.)

Here’s a long-overdue link to Eve Tushnet’s latest post on Eyes Wide Shut, a film we’ve been discussing for a while now. In it she clarifies her take on the character (or lack thereof) of the Harford’s daughter Helena (it’s not that she thinks there’s some sort of crucial moral or religious component lent a marriage by the children it produces, but basically that if you show a kid in act one, it better go off by act three), as well as the difference between her sin-based approach to Bill’s misadventures and my guilt/shame-based ones (sin accounts for the possibility of redemption, so an ending where that isn’t wrestled with is disappointing; shame doesn’t, so it isn’t).

Here’s the thing, though, and this just occurred to me as I was driving back from the oil change place: Doesn’t Helena play a major, if subtle, role in the film’s denouement? As I’m fond of pointing out, there are no accidents in Stanley Kubrick films, and the final scene of this one takes place in a toy store where the Harfords are shopping for and with their daughter. The part she plays in their rapprochement doesn’t get spelled out, of course, but setting the scene in this environment Kubrick appears to be saying that their marriage has produced something that will out-last and out-love the temptations and degredations Bill has come across. Right? I remember thinking that the setting gave Alice’s final prescription for their marriage’s woes–“Fuck”–an extra, naughty, earthy frisson, and that wouldn’t have been the case if the scene took place in the self-help section at Barnes & Noble.

To shift gears to the not safe for work portion of this post, Eve also links to critic and sock-puppeteer Lee Siegel’s take on the film. Siegel argues that the sequences in which Dr. Bill pictures his wife in flagrante with her sailor fantasy-man are the most erotic in the film; Eve disagrees, and I’m with her:

…I didn’t find the Alice-fantasy scenes erotic at all. The black-and-white felt cliched; the whole thing did. That actually worked for me–I’m thinking that jealous fantasies, like most projections of the self onto the beloved, are usually cliched.

That about nails it. (The sailor was in his dress whites, for pete’s sake!)

Looking back, I find Eyes Wide Shut to be a very sexy film (beautiful, nude women are beautiful, nude women), but not a very erotic one–and that’s fine, for all the reasons I’ve enumerated before. There is one exception, though, and I’m wondering what exactly it is that makes it so. Why is it that in a film chock full of images like these…

…the most (indeed, perhaps the only) truly arousing scene looks like this?

Dr. Bill’s encounter with Sally, the roommate of the prostitute named Domino he met early in the film, is hot. Not to put too fine a point on it, but in my case it’s the only scene in the film that elicited the physical response sex scenes are supposed to elicit, with nary a nipple in sight. At least one other friend of mine reported the same basic reaction to the scene. Why? It’s probably a vain exercise to try to nail down or (over)analyze–you know hot stuff when you see it. But if we’re going to be all close-reading about it, this is probably the only sexual encounter Dr. Bill has that’s spontaneous. It’s certainly “casual,” to use the pejorative term applied to sex without emotional commitment, but there’s nothing cold or transactional (or illegal, for that matter) about it. Bill and Sally have chemistry–even without watching the scene again I can still hear her sultry breathing and speaking as they slowly-but-speedily melt into a touch-but-not-too-much clinch. And I think the chemistry comes from the fact that, however little, Bill and Sally have to work for it. She’s not a prostitute whose services he can purchase, let alone a child prostitute offered as a gift by her father, let alone a masked and dehumanized orgy participant served as a party favor. However you may feel about her seeming readiness to hit the sack with a total stranger who’s actually there to see her roommate, it’s a decision she’s making with her mind and her body, not a customer-service decision. She’s a woman, which is to say she’s a person.

The fact that so many of the other sexual encounters in the film lack that resultant heat has a moral dimension.

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Postscript: While digging up images for this post I came across a wonderful essay on the film by Reverse Shot’s Michael Koresky. Koresky puts a little too much stock in the role Bill’s profession plays in the film, I think (some of that is there, but I think ‘Doctor’ is mainly a talismanic title connoting privilege and power here–he could easily have been called ‘Sir’ or ‘Prince’). But a) he give the business in a big way to American Beauty, a film that deserves a kick in the junk whenever it is possible to dole one out (“The closest it comes to a moral insight is that it answers the ‘To fuck or not to fuck the teen virgin?’ debate with a conciliatory ‘No!'”; b) he calls out the film’s use of the uncanny, and amen to that; c) he says this:

A common criticism leveled against Kubrick

This and other insights can be yours if you click over to this week’s Thursday Morning Quarterback and read what I had to say about the most recent issues of Runaways, Doctor Strange: The Oath, 52, Conan and the Midnight God, Daredevil, The Exterminators, Jack Staff, and The Walking Dead.

In an absofuckinglutely fantastic, why-didn’t-I-think-of-doing-that post, Stacie Ponder calls out some of The Descent‘s visual homages and references to other classic horror films, including a couple even I hadn’t thought of, with oodles of photographic evidence. PLEASE go and see!

A couple of neato stories over at Wizard today.

First, Jenny Peters interviews 300 and Watchmen director Zack Snyder. Snyder, of course, also directed the Great Exception among the current wave of hideous ’70s-horror-classic remakes, Dawn of the Dead. Which leads us to…

Second, a six-page preview of Robert Kirkman and Charlie Adlard’s The Walking Dead #35, on sale tomorrow at better comic shops everywhere. I realize there may be some genre fans reading this blog who aren’t comics readers–if you like zombie films at all, The Walking Dead comes very highly recommended by yours truly.

He was leashed (a detail omitted in the log but recorded by investigators) and made to

Behold, the image that renowned political commentator Eli Roth has selected as the emblem of his next searing allegorical indictment of Bush Administration malfeasance…

Take that, Dick Cheney!

(Thanks, Jason and Horror-Movies.ca)

Good lord, that’s a big-ass squid.

Fishermen from New Zealand appear to have caught the largest squid ever–it weighs half a ton and measures 39 feet long. I mean, its species is actually called “colossal squid” (Mesonychoteuthis hamiltoni).

FanTAStic.

(Hat tip: Jason Adams.)

You can watch me attempt to make sense of the most recent installments of Civil War, Amazing Spider-Man, 52, Battlestar Galactica, Powers, Sock Monkey: The “Inches” Incident, and Superman at this week’s Thursday Morning Quarterback.

It would be Clive James’s essay on torture, which uses a critique of the Michael Palin character in Terry Gilliam’s Brazil as a springboard for challenging the notion that evil is really all that banal at all. Must reading.

Police announced they uncovered a plastic bag stuffed with the skeletal remains of at least six newborns Sunday after searching the grounds of a Christian missionary hospital in the central Indian town of Ratlam.

—“Newborn baby skeletons found in bag,” CNN

It’s high time I linked to Monster Brains, a delightfully deep repository of monster/creature/beast illustrations. Think of Fantagraphics’ Beasts book, but online and drawing from centuries of work from all over the world rather than just the current hipster art scene, and you’ll have the idea.