I take my inspiration to write from a lot of things. Daily life, books I've read, movies and TV I've watched, the occasional dream...
I fell in love with
Heroes when it first came out two years ago. A great television epic about normal people who develop superhero abilities. What made Heroes so great was that it was steeped in normalcy. A high school cheerleader who can't die. A male nurse trying to balance his abilities with his job. A cop who suddenly starts hearing voices, helping him to catch criminals. Great storylines and intriguing characters.
Yet in season 3, they've gone beyond wacky. I know it's hard to keep up the momentum, and the writer's strike didn't help. Honestly, I didn't mind last season as much as the critics did. But I never did understand the Maya/Alejandra plotline. The introduction of new characters without wrapping up the stories of the older ones, well, it left the series jerky with gaping holes. And let's not talk about Hiro and his long-assed stint in feudal Japan. A few epidoses were interesting, but they completely overdid it.
Now you've got villains aplenty. A Petrelli is brought back to life. Sylar, the crazed killer who used to slice people's heads in two, is now a good guy. He's suddenly able to control his powers after what, blinking his eyes four times? Huh? There's a dude who creates black holes.
Black holes. What happened to normal people developing odd abilities? This guy opens interdimensional portals? Then there's Suresh, once a decent scientist, now a power hungry mutant. The Suresh storyline completely lost me. He's spinning cocoons, like The Fly on acid.
And what's with Hiro suddenly acting like a complete smack? He's bored, so he needs to save the world again? He used to have depth, an idealistic soul needing to fix the world's problems. Now he's just annoying.Nathan, once an ambiguously dark politician finding God? And he listens to his dead archenemy?
What the fu--dge?
I was so disgusted I couldn't watch last night's episode. I'll probably check it out later in the week, but every time I consider the craziness of this once great show, I get agitated. As someone who writes fiction, I'm not slamming the series' writers. Rather I'm confused and taken aback that these people haven't asked the viewers what they want. Or if they have, they're not listening. They've proven they can craft a wonderful world in which the fantastic happens. I just don't understand how they've strayed so far from what they started out with--a great show.
Yet in season 3, they've gone beyond wacky. I know it's hard to keep up the momentum, and the writer's strike didn't help. Honestly, I didn't mind last season as much as the critics did. But I never did understand the Maya/Alejandra plotline. The introduction of new characters without wrapping up the stories of the older ones, well, it left the series jerky with gaping holes. And let's not talk about Hiro and his long-assed stint in feudal Japan. A few epidoses were interesting, but they completely overdid it.
I was excited to see Max Payne. I ignored bad reviews, since most video games turned into movies are typically vilified by gamers. However, the naysayers were indeed correct in this instance, more's the pity.
This is how I'm feeling today. Not enough sleep, too many edits, who knows? But they say a picture is worth a thousand words... This is one of my favorite Demotivators.
To Do This Week
So somehow I got roped into watching Goosebumps with my kids. They are showing reruns of the old 1/2 hour shows on Cartoon Network in honor of Halloween. My children are young, so too much terror gives them nightmares. Goosebumps is just enough to creep them out without freaking them out. No violence, just the threat of monsters and witches and spiders.
Anyone who knows horror knows the name Clive Barker. The renowned English author of such masterful fiction like Books of Blood, Weaveworld, The Great and Secret Show, and Imajica. Many of his short stories have become movies. Hellraiser (probably his most famous), Lord of Illusions, Nightbreed, Candyman and recently the Midnight Meat Train.
hat didn't make sense. The dreams the photographer has of the train. Were they dreams or precognitive visions? The blood he bathes in, his? Real or not real? And that mark on his chest. What made it? The flash of what we were shown when the butcher caught him? Or something else?
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