A nice, easy-to-navigate gallery of those America’s Next Top Model death photos I mentioned earlier can be found here.

(via Andrew Sullivan, who wants us to be outraged. But doesn’t he always, as long as it’s not South Park?)

For example, a clear sign of progress in Western society is that one does not need to argue against rape: it is

I have a phobia about skin growths, so this video by Grizzly Bear for their song “Knife” pretty much paralyzed me. But it’s eerie enough that I think you’ll find it scary, too.

I watch Tyra Banks’s America’s Next Top Model, but only for the photo shoots in which they’re all made up to look like the victims of brutal murders. Yeah, that’s the ticket.

More here. The relevant photos are #5 in any given model’s gallery.

UPDATE: An easier-to-navigate gallery of the pics can be found here.

This week’s Horror Roundtable asks its participants about their favorite horror-related song. Mine is, I think, an unusual choice, but an appropriate one.

The other day, partially in response to a post by Jon Hastings on The Host and Land of the Dead, I brought up the way that mainstream film critics will latch onto political allegory (real or perceived) in horror films, frequently to the exclusion of other, more interesting aspects of those films.

Blogger Bruce Baugh wrote to me in response:

I have a theory that the critics’ urge to find political allegory in Romero’s movies in particular is their way of staving off dealing with what always seemed to me the obvious point in his work: nihilism. It’s much easier to say “yeah, those guys over there suck” than it is to think “but maybe none of my good intentions or noble efforts matter one bit, either.” It’s not that Romero makes no distinctions between good people and bad, it’s just that he goes on to say that it doesn’t matter in the end whether you were good or bad: it won’t affect your chances of survival when things come munching. And even though I don’t think that’s the moral truth of the universe, it’s for sure an _emotional_ truth of part of our experience, if we acknowledge it rather than hide it.

As something of nihilist myself, at least in my approach to horror, that makes a lot of sense to me. Now, to be fair to the folks who come at Romero looking for the purely political message, I do think it’s there, not least because interviews I’ve read from Romero himself seem to back it up. But it seems reductive to take the complexity of, say, the shifting nature of who’s right and wrong in Night of the Living Dead and boil it down to a campaign commercial. Nihilism works a lot better as an explanation. And it is truer.

Bruce continues:

Hmm. In its way, the Romero-verse illustrates one of the classic existentialist points Camus was on about: whatever you’re trying to hold onto won’t last. You’re stuck. You have to start something new. I wonder what a zombie story would be like if I had a community of survivors who accepted that philosophical/religious despair and then went on to try to do something meaningful in the next context. Damn, like I don’t already have enough on my plate….

Robert Kirkman and Charlie Adlard’s ongoing zombie comic The Walking Dead looked, for one brief shining moment, like it was headed in that direction, but that was a year or so ago now and that hasn’t happened and doesn’t look like it will happen. DIY, Bruce!

Meanwhile, Jon Hastings himself wrote in regarding the other half of that post of mine, my surprise at the rape scene in 300:

As for the rape scene in 300, what I thought was interesting is that it wasn’t presented as something for a guy to avenge or get angsty about (a la Identity Crisis) but as the Queen making a sacrifice for the good of Sparta (just like her hubby and his men!). Still very “problematic”, of course, but I’m not sure that I’ve seen a movie that’s taken that particular POV before.

That’s a good point. She even doles out the comeuppance herself, and the whole business occurs with no expectation from either her or the rapist that her husband will ever find out about it, even. Very different than the old “women in refrigerators” approach.

On a completely unrelated note, The Horror Blog’s Steven Wintle, who knows me well, writes the following:

I’ve been watching the British sci-fi series Primeval recently. It’s about a group of scientists investigating holes in time that are releasing prehistoric creatures into the modern world. The third episode looks like it’s chock full of scary aquatic dinosaurs.

Just thought you should know.

PS: I found out about it from Bill Cunningham.

Oh boy! I gotta check this thing out–it seems kind of like The Mist with no mist and tonier accents.

Finally, I write letters too. Or at the very least I post comments. Andrew Dignan’s review of the latest episode of Lost over at The House Next Door (SPOILER ALERT! SPOILER ALERT! SPOILER ALERT!) saw him throw his hands up in despair over the introduction of the so-called “magic box,” from which the residents of the mysterious Island known as the Others claim to be able to produce their hearts’ innermost desires. “I give up” is the direct quote. I myself did not:

I think you’re taking the “magic box” concept a bit too literally. I assumed that Ben was speaking, if not metaphorically, then at least, er, poetically, and never got the impression that the room where Locke’s father was being held was an actual Magic Box that they opened up to find him in that morning. Rather, I interpreted Ben’s statement as a more explicit assertion of the already established ability of the island, and apparently some of the people on it, to make manifest their fears and desires. From Jack’s dad to Eko’s brother to Kate’s horse to Charlie’s guitar to Locke’s ability to walk to Juliet’s ex getting run over to Charlie’s plane full of heroin to (perhaps) Claire’s mother getting into a car wreck immediately following Claire wishing she were dead, the entire show has involved one character after another opening the magic box, if you take my meaning.

Later, Andrew replied, in part:

Guys, come on now. I say outright that the box is likely a metaphor, and not literally a cardboard box sitting in a corner somewhere.

Granted, but I think what all of us who accused Andrew of literalism were picking up on was that he was acting as if this aspect of the show debuted, or at the very least reached some completely unprecedented level, this week. The point I was trying to make with my list of “where there’s a will, there’s a way” moments is that this has been a part of the show for a long time, and that this ability of the Island and some of its residents was already apparent.

Hooray for interaction!

Thursday afternoon is here, and with it my opinions on 52, Justice Society of America, Amazing Spider-Man, Battlestar Galactica: Zarek, Detective Comics, Girls, Runaways Saga, The Walking Dead, and X-Men in this week’s Thursday Morning Quarterback.

“It’s one hell of a movie,” he said. “It’s just in your face, raw as they come.”

Let’s hope so. A bunch more at SciFi Wire.

Taliban militants have hacked off the ears and noses of three Afghan drivers captured helping American forces.

—“Taliban mutilate Afghans for helping US,” Tom Coghlan, The Daily Telegraph

(via Andrew Sullivan)

Jon Hastings at The Forager offers his take on two recent, controversial genre films: first 300, then The Host.

Several interesting points are raised in the 300 review, from a likening of the movie to a sort of Western wuxia picture to a (favorable) comparison of the way this movie translated the comics imagery of Frank Miller to the screen versus the way Sin City did it (for the record, since I’ve seen a lot of people make the same comparison, I actually liked them both a lot).

Jon also kicks off the review by saying “The teenage goth girl who sold me and my brother tickets for this told us that it was the best movie she had seen since The Matrix.” As you can probably tell from the grosses alone, even aside from anecdotes like this and several I’ve experienced on my own, this film is playing awfully well with females. After seeing the movie, I’ll admit I was surprised at this–more so than I was going in, at which point I figured the oceans of beefcake would win women over. The thing that really threw me here was the rape scene, to be honest. After one Identity Crisis too many, I’m sort of at the point where if a given work of fiction isn’t more or less about rape, I’d prefer it not tackle the topic at all; I feel as though far too many writers don’t realize just how completely rape overpowers a story if it’s handled in a perfunctory fashion.

On the Host front, Jon shares my skepticism about mainstream critics’ penchant for political allegory in their genre films, but says that in The Host‘s case, you barely notice it, seeing as how it’s just one of a myriad of different tones and themes chucked into the mix willy-nilly in what is apparently the predominant mode of Korean cinematic storytelling. As a bonus, he also points out how reductive a reading of the original Dawn of the Dead as an anti-consumerist parable really is, and claims that the reason Land of the Dead feels flat is that Romero (perhaps buying into his own press) set it up so it’s difficult to read any other way. (Again, for the record, I like Land, and don’t think it’s as allegorical as all that.)

My buddy Ben Morse interviews Veronica Mars star Kristen Bell live on-screen. Hot YouTube action at the link!

Robert’s is a horror film, because it’s very fantastical and couldn’t happen. Mine is a terror film, because it could happen.

–Quentin Tarantino on the two halves of Grindhouse (Robert Rodriguez’s Planet Terror and his own Death Proof), during an “Inside the Grindhouse” commercial segment on the SciFi Channel tonight.

How do we feel about this distinction?

The critics, however, were mostly hostile, and frequently venomous. Many reviews made the same points:

This week’s Horror Roundtable asks the musical question: What is your favorite horror-movie theme music?

I found out last night that due to the use of a fish-bladder-based filtering element called isinglass, Guinness is not vegetarian.

I just died a little inside.

And it’s not The Scarlet Gospels. Or the third Abarat book. Or the third Book of the Art. Or the second Galilee book. Nor is it the Hellraiser remake he’s writing. Or the Midnight Meat Train adaptation he’s producing. Or the Damnation Game and Pig Blood Blues adaptations in the pipeline.

It’s a brand new novel called Mister B. Gone, and it’s coming out this Halloween, and the details, such as they are, can be found at Clive’s Revelations site. (Hat tip: Pete Mesling.)

Writer Jeremy Brown speaks with Battlestar Galactica‘s Grace Park. Man, the BSG crew REALLY think highly of this season’s finale, huh? Given the previous two-and-a-half season finales, that’s high praise indeed…

And as usual, Thursday Morning Quarterback is up, featuring my thoughts about this week’s installments of Buffy the Vampire Slayer Season Eight, Civil War: The Confession, 52, Battlestar Galactica, B.P.R.D.: Garden of Souls, New Avengers, Stormwatch: Post-Human Division, and Tales of the Unexpected. Go nuts!

Resolutely P.C. film critic Dana Stevens of Slate loves The Host. I’m not surprised, given that her litmus taste for genre films appears to be whether they can be seen as sufficiently allegorically anti-Bush, and by all accounts The Host passes that test with flying colors. For many mainstream film critics, the slightest display of political awareness automatically enables a horror film to transcend the genre, regardless of what else is going on, or whether anything else is going on. And I guess the fact that the bad guy in this is a monster rather also keeps her from having tut-tuttingly inform us that Doing Bad Things Is Wrong.

So once again, I’m unconvinced. But yeah, I’ll see the thing.

I expected better from Dan Savage.

(Hat tip: Eric Reynolds, who should also know better, god bless ‘im.)

Clive Thompson determines exactly how many vampires could exist at any given time in the Buffy the Vampire Slayer universe. FACT!