protean depravity

Time to look at upcoming movie screenings and the Fantasy Filmfest, my dears! (And I'm already loving the -incomplete- program.)   There are a couple of interesting open air screenings left in this summer, and that coupled with the Yorck specials and a few films regularly showing will help bridge the time until FFF begins. Let's have a look. And no, Hokum isn't part of the lineup... yet?    So, the Freiluftkino Kreuzberg is showing a Science Fiction movie , old or new, every Tuesday until the end of August and although I missed "2001 A Space Odyssey", I feel compelled to watch Tarkowski's Solaris  on August 18, at 8.30 pm. I have only seen the newer Solaris movie with Geroge Clooney, and quite liked it, and I generally like Tarkowski's style, so I'm glad they're screening it. Freilichtbühne Weißensee continues its series of screenings of original films from the former east bloc, and there's a two-part mini series called NöNöNö that takes place ...

Six, six, six, and I again forgot my blog's birthday! But this way I will celebrate it later and later each year and so it can have birthday all year long, which is neat too. Please, as usual, have a little drink for us to celebrate this occasion! I have a little present for you guys too, namely a giveaway. I have started and dnf'ed quite a few books this year. Plus, I recently scanned my shelves and added some of my older science fiction/horror books to the pile. Reach out to me through the usual means if you want to have any of the books, and don't hesitate! I'm giving them away gladly to someone who will enjoy them more than I do. Have a great time!

I have absolutely no idea how something as trite as a surface with a reflective metal coat has become one of the main staples of horror fiction, but here we are to find out why. Reflections, whether on glass, mirror or water, have always had confrontational, psychological, existential and inherently uncanny undertones in what they might (or might not) show us and what that might stir up inside - from Narcissus to Poltergeist. A mirror, or a reflective surface in the broader sense (a television screen, a photographic lens, a camera's eye, a celluloid film, etc.), shows the bare truth - and yet it is impossible for us to touch, smell, hear or taste that truth. We can only see it. So on the one hand it has the claim of reliability, but lacks depth. There is a conflict there. It is not our world, thus it must be a different one. It is illusion through and through and yet tells us so much about ourselves and our fears; vanity, introspection, evil twins, parallel universes, the future....

Hey, hey! I'm not doing much these days except for working, reading and hanging out on my balcony drinking self-made mocktails, so I don't have much to report until I'll have some vacation next week. So I hope you enjoy the short reviews, there are some nice books out there!

It's thriller time again! I preferred my thrillers in the shape of audiobooks this past month, as there's so much to do when the weather gets warm and that amps my energy levels up. It is a special kind of happiness to finish an audiobook while cleaning your windows and at the end of the day you have another title crossed out of your list and you can look through clear windows. Or have a squeaky clean bathroom. Or enjoying whatever it is you are cleaning. The haul of titles this time is truly a mixed bag, ranging from awesome to meh, so let's take a look at them. Enjoy!

A couple of weeks ago the Final Girls Berlin held an event-ful Midsummer weekend during which a collection of the festival's best folk horror short films were shown at the open air cinema Freilichtbühne Weißensee, as well as many super interesting talks (all free) were presented at the annual online Brain Binge event. I missed some of the Brain Binge Events, notably and sadly the "The Hills Are Alive: Singing and Screaming in Horror Musicals" which honestly sounds like fun, "The Bleeding Edge" about Menstruation in Horror, and the "Pitch Your Idea Workshop", which is a shame because although I usually stay at a safe distance to horror, and I am an avid reviewer and observer of the genre, I in fact do have a couple of ideas of my own and could use a hand in the realization.

  Every year in June, at the middle of the road, I turn back to take a look at the year in horror and the books I have read so far, and since time is nothing but a blur these days, we're there already, if not a little late. In order to do so I answer a series of questions that we used to sum up our reading year/half year over at the Shine and Shadow reading group on Goodreads. At this point I have some bad news, though... At the beginning of this year I quit my role as admin of the group, as people returned to their normal lives and spent less and less time on Goodreads (and no need to say, reading less and less) and the workload of the group became much bigger - because nobody did the work anymore. Also people just stopped communicating and that was really frustrating and annoying. So, I jumped off that train although I loved my reading group and talking with people about the books we read together. But hey... Things always keep on changing and I hope that I'll find new peop...

To ape someone. To monkey around. Monkey business. Ape arms. Monkey basket. Monkey see, monkey do. From the top of my head, I can think of quite a few idioms and sayings involving monkeys, and none of them have an even remotely positive connotation. Why is that? Well, I'm not an expert, but I think apart from their often aggressive and unpredictable nature, I would say that it's the same underlying fear as with dolls - their resemblance to us. Monkeys  look like humans, but they're not quite us. They surely act like us, but in a distorted way and that's eerie. We tend to be afraid of human-like things that look like us, but are underneath strange, that's somehow unsettling. So, take a doll, a toy in the shape of a monkey and it's double scary, especially with creepy eyes and teeth and a lethal music instrument, for whatever reason... Stephen King milks that fear to its full potential in his short story The Monkey , where such a toy monkey causes death every time...