My wife Ann was a keen cook, and an inventive one. As we approach Halloween and the wintry months ahead, I offer this extract from one of her notebooks.
We had a great night at the Victoria public house in Birmingham’s city centre, when cast and crew were finally able to see Network 23’s inaugural short films: Who is Bette Noir? (a mock news report introducing key characters from Club Vamporama), Hail Cthulhu! (a ‘minisode’ featuring Club Vamporama regulars Jenni and Marie) and the psychodrama All Bad Things… (which actually wrapped filming on Saturday night).
The event was hosted by horror author Jasper Bark and kicked off with a magnificent rendition of Edgar Allan Poe’s ‘The Tell-Tale Heart’ by local actor William Hayes. Jasper interviewed Melyza Fay about playing ‘Jude’ in Club Vamporama and her forthcoming role as ‘Elizabeth’ in the giallo tribute Terror at Bell’s End, then talked to All Bad Things… co-stars Demelza O’Sullivan (‘Alex’), Liam Woon (‘Mike’) and Sham Zaman. The programme ended with Jasper reading his own short story ‘Taking the Piss’.
All three films will receive their public premiere at the Gunmakers Arms’ Halloween shindig At the Brewery of Madness.
Above, first row: William Hayes gets his teeth into The Tell-Tale Heart; Jasper Bark talks to Melyza Fay.
Above, second row: Demelza O’Sullivan, Liam Woon and Sham Zaman chat with Jasper; Jasper closes the night with some toilet humour.
Below: Chrissie Harper’s poster design for the Gunmakers Arms’ event tomorrow evening. She also took these photographs.
[Published in The Dark Side #186, August 2017.]
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[Published in The Dark Side #172, December 2015.]
Went up to Manchester yesterday, to interview Jenny Hanley and Jonathan Rigby for the 28th Festival of Fantastic Films. Both guests and audience seemed to have a great time, and my conversation with Jenny was recorded for use in a future issue of the The Dark Side. The photographs above were taken by Chrissie Harper. (No, I wasn’t kneeling next to Jonathan; he’s just really tall.)
Forty years ago, Paramount Television attempted to set itself up as a fourth US network, with Star Trek as its ace card. William Shatner would return as James Kirk, although Leonard Nimoy had declined the studio’s entreaties to bring Spock back aboard the USS Enterprise bridge (and was, in any case, locked in a legal row over unauthorised exploitation of his image). Star Trek: Phase II began as a tv movie, stretched into a full series and eventually shifted onto the big screen as Star Trek: The Motion Picture, whilst plans for the putative fourth network were quietly shelved.
Well, here we go again: CBS (successor to Paramount’s tv assets) wants to slice itself a piece of the pay-per-view pie which has proven so profitable for HBO and Netflix, beginning with its own Star Trek spin-off, Discovery. Set a full decade before the Enterprise embarked upon its five-year mission and allegedly firmly locked into that original timeline (as opposed to the ‘Kelvin’ timeline created for the three recent movies featuring Christoper Pine and Zachary Quinto as Kirk and Spock), Discovery was initially announced for January, rescheduled for May and finally made its debut last month; worrying warning signs, you might think, but CBS clearly have their minds focused on higher things, such as profit forecasts.
Much has been made of the fact that the new lead is a “woman of colour”, but Star Trek: Deep Space Nine (1993-99) already featured an African-American actor in the commander’s chair and Star Trek: Voyager (1995-2001) a female captain, so that’s hardly noteworthy. In fact, one early rumour I heard was that Discovery would continue the adventures of the female first officer played by Majel Barrett fifty-two years ago in the unaired Star Trek pilot “The Cage”. Instead, Sonequa Martin-Green stars as Lt. Cmdr. Michael Burnham, a human raised on Vulcan following her parents’ deaths during a Klingon raid. Of course, the makers can’t resist some half-arsed fanwankery, so her adoptive father is none other than Sarek, although there’s curiously no sign of his current wife Amanda Grayson (better known as Spock’s equally human mother).
So far, so so-so, but it gets worse. The opening two episodes are located aboard the USS Shenzou, described by its captain as a veteran of the fleet yet just as absurdly huge and tech-encrusted as any of the shiny starships seen in JJ Abrams’ ‘Kelvin’ reboot. Its sister vessels have been similarly upgraded, zipping out of warp drive like the dark wizards in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Pixels. In contrast, the Federation’s Klingon adversaries have shaved off the beards, reupholstered their foreheads and now resemble a gang of Orcs with the social skills of Big Brother contestants.
Much of this could be overlooked, were the entire enterprise (ahem) not so dreadfully dull. With the possible exception of Saru, an alien science officer with an amusing bias towards self-preservation (Doug Jones), none of the characters engaged me in the least, leaving their dramatic tribulations of negligible interest. Phaser beams fly, starships fry, crewmen die, uncaring I.
Matters reportedly improve with the third episode (the reverse is difficult to conceive), but by then CBS will be expecting US fans to subscribe to Discovery via its “All Access” platform, and I strongly suspect many will already have walked. In this latest quest to monetise Gene Roddenberry’s creation, CBS may well have guaranteed this wobbly spin-off neither prospers, nor lives long.