If you ask kids what their favorite holiday is, most of them will probably say, “Christmas!” because they get presents. Some might say, “Halloween!” because they get candy. Growing up, October 31st was always my favorite day of the year, but it had nothing to do with receiving cavity-inducing treats. I loved Halloween because for one special night, I could be absolutely anything I wanted.
Trick-or-treating was fun, of course, and no kid’s going to refuse candy, but wearing that costume, putting myself in the role of someone not me–that’s what held all the magic.
On Halloween, I could be a flapper from the 1920s, the Bride of Frankenstein, or a vampire bat (my wings were so cool–they had glow-in-the-dark lines on them).
Halloween made me feel confident, playful, and powerful–all things I don’t particularly feel the other 364 days a year. It gave me the chance to walk in another man/woman/creature’s shoes, then take them off at the end of the night when they started to hurt.
I was a dragon, roaring around with green duct tape on my tail to protect it from dragging on the sidewalk. I was a bat, winging through the night, my cute clip-on bat earrings dangling from my woefully un-pierced ears. I was a Pooh Bear who sneezed messily, causing my dad to blow my nose on a dead leaf (not anyone’s finest moment, but you have to admire the ingenuity). I was the serial killer Red John from my favorite TV show, The Mentalist, sporting a ring of duct tape around my wrist and a small pocket knife I was too afraid to walk inside Meijer’s with because I might get in trouble. I was an artist, carving my masterpiece into the cold, slimy flesh of a pumpkin.
I was all those things and more, and I cherish every memory–except maybe the sneeze.
Today, I was a friendly werewolf, making patrons smile as they entered the library and laughed at my ears, paws, and tail.
Halloween hasn’t lost its magic yet, and I hope it never does.
Some thoughts leading up to the movie (click here to skip straight to the review):
Superman and I go way back. My first memories of the Man of Steel include lying on my belly on the yellow-gold living room carpet, watching the Christopher Reeve movies with my parents and older brothers. Our VHS copies of the films had been recorded from TV, which meant two things:
1.) They had been edited for running time and content. (I didn’t realize until years later that several scenes had been cut).
2.) They had commercials. My dad and brothers were pretty much experts at stopping/starting the recording to omit these, but one notable goof stands out, and the original Superman movies will forever be associated in my mind with a woman’s voice saying, “I don’t like your face” and the man’s reply of, “Shaving irritates it!”
The Christopher Reeve movies were good. I enjoyed them as much as a little girl could. Clark trying to keep his identity hidden from Lois in Superman II and having to battle a dark version of himself in Superman III were particularly memorable.
Me being Superman at an outdoor Comic Con (I should’ve taken off the glasses!)
I got a little older and Superman faded out of my life, until a new show came on called Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman. Boy, was I hooked! Yes, the storylines were sometimes cheesy and the special effects were at times undeniably horrible. But the love story felt real.
In this version, rather than Clark Kent being a bumbling persona put on for show, Clark is actually the character’s real identity, and Superman is just his alter ego.
Clark Kent is who I am. Superman is what I can do.
This idea resonated with me, and I credit Lois & Clark for my deep love of Superman which still burns to this day.
When it came to Smallville, well I was still a little bitter about L&C getting cancelled, and questioned why we needed another Superman show so soon. Once I gave it a chance, I fell in love – hard – with this charming take on Clark Kent’s early years. Also, the special effects were pretty darn good.
Superman Returns was an unexpected pleasure. I know I’m in the minority, but I dug it. I liked the general storyline, and Brandon Routh’s portrayal of both Superman and Clark blew me away. He’s got this one line – I’ll take you back now, Lois – that’s so heavy with double meaning it makes me shiver. I was very much looking forward to the next installment of this, which we never got, because instead they gave us:
Man of Steel.
Which. I. Hated.
From Kryptonian creatures that looked like Avatar rejects to a young Clark just standing there pointlessly watching his dad die, this movie seemed to spit on everything I knew and loved about this fandom. I didn’t think it was possible for me to hate a Superman movie. This one proved me wrong.
I surprised myself by actually liking Batman versus Superman and Justice League. They were entertaining and they had Wonder Woman, so, all good.
Then along comes the TV show Superman and Lois.
Once again, I’m thinking, Do we really need ANOTHER Superman show? Once again, I’m proven wrong. Superman and Lois, I felt, was exceptionally well done (minus the last 5-10 minutes of the series finale – seriously, Do Not Watch, it’s horrible). But here we had an experienced, mature Superman battling to save the world while also raising two teen boys and attempting to be a good husband. It was the romance of L&C meets the teenaged-hero-coming-of-age-story of Smallville. Major props to Superman and Lois, and I’ll try to forgive the wretched ending, which apparently happened in part so there would not be two live-action versions of Superman in existence at the same time.
Because I guess they thought people might get confused between the TV version and the movie.
Which I wasn’t even sure I wanted to see. I mean, I’m 44 and there have already been three different Superman TV shows as well as seven(???) Superman movies in my lifetime alone. I mean, I love the guy, but seriously?
So, I waffled. Then I watched the trailer, and thought maybe. Heard some good things in interviews and decided to give it a go.
I spent part of the previews (pre-commercials, more like) explaining to my dad that it wasn’t going to be the same actors or storyline from Superman and Lois. I told him the show was cancelled.
Dad: Why?
Me: So they could make this movie.
Dad: ?????
Me: Yeah.
He then asked me how the show ended, and I had to go into all the depressing/annoying details.
Dad: Why did they end it like that?
Me: ?????
Finally, it was movie time.
Me in my Superman shirt proudly holding an advanced copy of my superhero novel
Superman 2025 (this movie needs a better name) Review
Well, I knew going into it that a CGI dog in a cape was going to play a prominent role. So, I was aware the movie wasn’t going to have my preferred level of realism. Even so, as Krypto came running up in the opening scene, I still had to make a mental adjustment. It was like the first Avengers movie – I came to that having only seen Iron Man 1 and 2, which were fairly believable explorations of advanced technology. And then in Avengers there’s suddenly aliens talking about taking over Earth and I’m like, whoa, okay, I have to rapidly shift my expectations in order to enjoy this movie.
So, it was like that here, too. I had get in gear for things to be a little less realistic and a bit more absurd. Once I got in the right mind-frame, I could just sit back and enjoy the pleasant rollercoaster ride that was this movie.
Superman is more playful than your typical DC movie. It honestly felt more like a Marvel film. It has high energy, high stakes, lots of fun characters, and several one-liners that made me laugh. There are monkeys on computers, pocket universes, and a King Kong-sized creature that looks like Stitch from Lilo & Stitch.
It also has weirdly juxtaposed scenes at times, like Clark and Lois having a serious conversation while the Justice Gang (yes that’s their name, lol) battles a giant glowing monster in the sky outside the window.
This version of Superman’s character is a lot less restrained/reserved than what I’m used to seeing. At one point he is near hysterical when confronting Lex Luthor about Krypto’s whereabouts, and also gets pretty bent out of shape during a frustrating interview with Lois. I didn’t quite know what to make of this – Superman is usually about control and restraint. Because of how powerful he is, he can’t risk accidentally hurting someone, and he wouldn’t want to even appear to lose his temper in the public eye because it would erode people’s faith in him.
Granted, the public’s faith in him was pretty much in the toilet by the time he had the Krypto meltdown, but still. It bothered me. Then I read a review of the movie where the reviewer pointed out that this is Superman at the beginning of his career. He’s still figuring out how to act as Superman, how to interact with his fellow metahumans, how to do this whole hero thing. This isn’t Tyler Hoechlin’s older character with decades of experience under his belt. This is someone who’s fresh and naive and trying to do good but not always going about it in the most effective way or making the smartest choices.
That explanation worked for me, and helped me adjust my expectations for the character.
Lois and Clark had good chemistry, and for once Clark actually looked like a believably different person than Superman, sporting a wild mop of curls and glasses that supposedly had hypnotic powers capable of changing his appearance (good detail – makes the whole glasses-as-a-disguise thing seem more plausible). Jimmy Olsen, Eve Teschmacher, and Kara all made me laugh. The real scene-stealers, though, were Captain Hammer – er, Green Lantern – played by Nathan Fillion, Mister Terrific (he probably made me chuckle the most), and oddly enough, Krypto.
Yes, I can see why everyone loves the dang CGI dog. His behavior is SO awful it just takes you back to every encounter you’ve ever had with a terribly trained animal that you can’t help but love anyway. We’ve all had that dog, or know someone who does.
Lex Luthor is darkly determined to eliminate his nemesis, Superman. He has gone to extreme lengths to manipulate events in order to take out the Man of Steel. In the final confrontation, I really felt Lex’s raw hatred.
At one point in the film, a character gets murdered. This is the one part of the movie you really wouldn’t want younger audiences to see, and I don’t think it was necessary to the plot. The death is used as a catalyst to get one character motivated to take action. I think this could’ve been accomplished by something short of murder (torture, maybe?). It just felt like too much.
Overall, the plot worked, though towards the end I wasn’t entirely sure exactly what was happening, but I knew who I was rooting for and that was all that really mattered.
I liked that the movie touched on relevant topics, such as the risks/benefits/motivations for getting involved in foreign wars, the power of social media to shape public opinion, and the complicated tangle that is immigration. It felt fresh.
The ending is sweet and uplifting and kind of perfect, and will leave you glad you watched the movie. I saw one scene (also super-sweet) after the credits, but I’m hearing there’s a later one I missed. No worries – I’ll definitely watch the movie again (and probably own it). My dad turned to me after the movie and said he really liked it. I concurred.
The last and probably best thing I’ll say about it is this: I went looking for fanfiction afterwards, and found an excellent, still-in-progress story about this new version of Lois, Clark, and the gang. The author: someone who had never seen a previous version of Superman, but was inspired enough to write over a hundred thousand words about these characters and this universe. To me, that says more than positive reviews or ticket sales. Just like Lois & Clark did for me back in the 90s, this movie brought a new fan into the red-yellow-blue fold.
And I’m pretty sure they’ll be rooting for the Man of Steel for years to come.
I was on my way to work a few weeks ago, the traffic gods mercifully smiling down on me (they don’t always), when the driver in front of me suddenly swerved to avoid something in the middle of the road. In a few seconds, it was my turn to veer sideways as I came upon a beautiful tabby cat lying motionless across the center line. Dead. My heart cracked a little.
Then, right as I passed the animal, just as he was leaving my line of sight, came the slightest twitch at the tip of his tail.
It took my brain several seconds to process what I’d seen, and another one to slam on the brakes.
So there I was, stopped on the thankfully not very busy highway, the cat by this point looking distant in my rear-view mirror. I could see no further movement from the animal, and I wasn’t a hundred percent sure I’d seen it in the first place.
For an instant, indecision pulled me in two different directions:
Option One: Assume the cat was already dead. The slight tail-twitch I saw could’ve easily just been the wind ruffling the fur.
This notion held appeal for numerous reasons. It would mean the cat was no longer in pain. It would mean me being on time to work, and not having to make any difficult, complicated decisions.
And then there was Option Two:
Go check on the cat, see for sure if it was alive or dead, and then deal with the situation accordingly. If it had passed away, at least I could move the body off to the side of the road. But if it was alive, then things would get complicated. Messy. I would have to get involved.
All of these thoughts flashed through my brain in the span of a blink, maybe two. And then came the words, the ones that always come at times like these. The quote I’ve repeated in my head more than any other:
“Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort.” ~Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
I was already making my U-turn before the old wizard’s voice had even finished speaking.
I raced back to the cat and put my emergency blinkers on. The rest happened in an anxious blur:
The cat was still alive but in very bad shape. I pulled some gloves on and opened the back hatch of the car. Another driver stopped, also on his way to work, and I felt a rush of gratitude not to be completely alone in the situation anymore. I told him my plan to take the cat to the vet, and he thought I had the situation well in hand (I didn’t feel so sure, but I appreciated the vote of confidence).
I carefully wrapped the cat in an old jacket and laid him on a blanket in the back of the car, apologizing profusely for any further pain I was causing. I called in to work and left a message for the administrators, relaying what had happened. I probably talked a bit louder than necessary in my adrenaline-charged state but hopefully I didn’t yell.
Then we were pulling into a driveway to turn around, and zooming off to the nearest vet.
It took less than ten minutes. As soon as I arrived, I rushed around back to check on the cat. He didn’t look like he was still breathing, but the vet kindly let me bring him in just to double check. Sadly, he had passed on. I wasn’t surprised, but still felt a prickle of tears and a stab of grief for the person whose cat was not coming home that night, or ever again.
The vet promised to check the cat for a microchip and notify the owner if one was found. If not, they would take care of his remains with their stray cat cremation service. I left the jacket with him – a tangible sign that someone had cared for him at the very end – and slowly made my way back to the car and onward to work.
I was only fifteen minutes late – a small miracle, considering – and everyone was very kind and supportive about my decision to help the cat. Most of them probably thought I just naturally did the right thing, that I didn’t even consider doing anything else.
I wish I could say I’m that good of a person, but I’m not. The reason I love that quote from Dumbledore is because it helps me easily distill a hard decision down to its bare essence:
Is this the easy choice, or the right choice? It kinda sucks how often those two are not one and the same.
Sit by the TV with a beer and veg out after a long day at work, or drag yourself off the couch, inject some energy into your voice, and read the kids a bedtime story despite barely being able to keep your eyes open.
Throw your empty yogurt cup in the trash or rinse it out, crush it, and put it with the recycling.
Easy vs. Right. Whether a big decision or a tiny one, the advice works just as well.
Even with the choices laid bare, I still don’t always make the right one. The easy choice is often deliciously tempting because, well, it’s easy. And like I said, I’m not that good of a person. But with a little help from my favorite book series, I am trying to be a better one.
Just to start off: I am a majorMonk-aholic. I’ve seen every episode at least twice, plus read most of the excellent tie-in novels by Lee Goldberg. So naturally, I was thrilled to see an advertisement on Peacock for a brand new Monk movie. I watched Mr. Monk’s Last Case on the day it released – December 8th – and I’ve been wanting, maybe needing, to talk about it ever since.
The first thing fans need to know is that this movie has an underlying tone of despair which was not typical of the original series. I noticed by chance in the upper corner of the screen that one of the warnings on the film was for suicide. I frowned, thinking this might be an unintentional spoiler for the case Monk would be investigating. Not so.
The reason for the warning quickly becomes clear in the movie’s early scenes. Mr. Monk is not doing well at all. In fact, he is deeply depressed and planning to end his own life.
When last we saw Adrian, he was euphoric from finally solving his wife’s murder, and happily building a relationship with his newly-discovered step-daughter, Molly. But more than a decade has passed between then and now, and times have definitely changed. Over the course of the movie, we learn it’s not one big thing causing Monk’s depression, but rather a series of events and feelings that have all chipped at him over time.
Most of his loved ones have scattered and moved away, including Natalie. Monk is no longer working as a police consultant, and the only people he regularly interacts with are Molly, Dr. Bell, and Trudy (in the form of ghostly visions). Monk’s social isolation is sharp and palpable.
The pandemic dealt his mental health another crippling blow, causing a resurgence of his agoraphobia as well as cranking up his OCD to unbearable levels. Although Monk lived to see the other side, he never truly recovered from the trauma of being that afraid for so long.
There’s been much talk about how we all came out of the pandemic psychologically worse for wear. Whether or not you got the virus, whether or not you personally knew someone who passed away, we all have scars. No one came out of those years unscathed.
But there hasn’t been as much discussion about how it affected the people who were already struggling with demons like depression, germaphobia, isolation, etc. before Covid, how much worse it was for them. By now, most of the world has moved on, but there is this forgotten group of people who physically survived, but never fully came back. In some ways, I am one of them.
I appreciated that the movie talked about this, and using Mr. Monk as an example was the perfect way to explore the issue – a beloved character who is already well-known for his mental health battles, so we’d easily be able to understand just how hard everything hit him.
Monk’s suicidal intent is the dark current running beneath the rest of the plot, which features many of the character returns and emotional moments fans will be expecting.
The regular gang reunites for this adventure, including Stottlemeyer, Natalie, Randy, and Dr. Bell, all portrayed by their original actors. Trudy’s spirit plays an important role here, just as she did in the series, and Sharona appears in a flashback, so she is included as well.
The only recast is Molly, originally played by Alona Tal (aka Jo on Supernatural). Not sure why they cast a different actress for the film – possibly they wanted someone with a more easy, free-spirited vibe? – but it shouldn’t bother people too much as Molly’s only appearance on the original series was for probably about 60 seconds in the last episode, and the new actress, Caitlin McGee, does a great job.
The movie hits all the right beats for a typical Monk story:
Randy presents an outlandish “theory” about the case, complete with an equally ridiculous visual aid.
The Randy Disher Project gets a hilarious shout-out.
Adrian plays his clarinet (incorrectly identified in the closed captioning as an oboe).
Stottlemeyer grumpily disagrees with Monk about the prime suspect.
Monk gets to say his classic, “He’s the guy.”
Natalie and Monk team up to investigate, resulting in numerous car crashes and lots of hysterical screaming (Monk being the screamer, of course).
The bad guy looks like he’s going to get away with it.
Monk gets that smile on his face when he finally solves the case, closely followed by, “Here’s what happened…”
Another highlight was the introduction of the new, cooler-than-cool police captain, Lisa Rudner, who obviously knows a valuable asset when she sees one. She makes it very clear she wants Monk to return as a consultant. Although Rudner isn’t in this first movie that much (yes, despite the movie’s “last case” title, I would be surprised if they didn’t make another one), her brief scenes show that she cares more about getting justice for victims than about politics or appearances – a sharp contrast to Captain Stottlemeyer in his early days, when he hated having Monk called in on a case because it might make the captain and his officers look incompetent.
Overall, the mystery is not the most complex or well-written one in the history of the series, and there are a few plot holes I won’t get into here to avoid being spoilery, but emotion is the true engine of this story, and the movie has that in spades. From the devastatingly personal nature of the case to Monk’s private battle with depression, there is more than enough substance here to elevate the storyline to the status of a movie as opposed to just a super-sized episode.
Despite the many wonderful comedic moments, the sadness is what stayed with me most, so much so that when I walked in on my mom watching an old Monk episode the other day, my heart twisted at the knowledge of what is to come for this character, what he will have to endure before finally coming back into the light again.
And, yes, Mr. Monk does survive the movie. But not because one of his friends runs up at the last moment to knock the pills out of his hand. Despite Monk’s cryptic comments throughout the movie, and the concerned looks he gets from Natalie, Molly, and even Stottlemeyer, no one seems to know exactly how close he is to ending it all, and that’s scary.
Monk’s psychiatrist has a better idea of what’s going on than anyone else, and there’s an extremely touching scene that brings them both to tears (me too). But no matter how many people tell Monk he is loved and needed, it just doesn’t seem to sink in.
And as desperately as I wanted someone to get through to him, to shake him and yell at him and tie him down until he finally listened, in the end the decision to live comes from within Monk himself. I think it has to. The way it happens is sweet and special and I won’t spoil it, but it is worth seeing – just like the movie itself.
Honestly, I don’t know if it will hit most people as hard as it did me. It’s all about what you’ve been through, and what you’re going through right now. I’ve known three people who’ve taken their own lives, so this movie dredged up a lot of that old pain. For viewers without that personal history, it might just be like a regular Monk episode. For others, it might be too hard to even watch. Graphic images of Monk hoarding and counting out prescription sleeping pills, opening a high-rise window as if to jump out, writing goodbye letters to all of his loved ones – these could be triggers for people who are already on the brink.
In the end, I think it was an important movie exploring the after-effects of the pandemic on those who were already in crisis. It made me want to listen to “Hate Me” by Blue October. It made me want to check up on the people in my life. It made me want to check up on myself.
If you’re reading this, and you’re feeling some dark thoughts, I hope this movie inspires you to reach out for help. Or reach inward, as Monk does, and see the value you bring to this big, scary, wonderful world and the people in it. A value onlyyou can bring.
We’re never as alone as we think we are, and neither is Mr. Monk. (Keep watching past the credits, and you’ll see what I mean.)
Stay safe, take care of each other, and have a Happy New Year.
Okay, so when this movie came out in 2010, I was dying to see it, but I was also terrified because of its apparent similarity to my then-unpublished novel, Even Heroes. If memory serves, I would have been finished with the actual writing of the first draft in 2010, and possibly done typing it out (yes, I wrote my first draft by hand!), but it was still a 300K-word hot mess that was nowhere near ready for publication. Then along comes this movie about a regular kid who decides to go out and become a superhero in the real world – EXACTLY what my novel was about. So yeah, as a newbie writer, I freaked.
In the years since then, I’ve realized that having other stories out in the world that are similar to mine isn’t a bad thing – especially if people seem to like them. In fact, it’s good to know that there is an audience for your work, that it fits into some specific category (although, admittedly, real-world superhero tales don’t seem to be a very large category…yet). I’ve also come to realize that I didn’t have to be worried about being accused of copying Kick-Ass, or vice versa. Even if the plots bear a close resemblance, every author, every creator, has their own unique take on the subject matter that will set their work apart.
So, fast-forwarding to 2022, when one book blogger mentioned Kick-Ass in a review of my novel, I was delighted that someone made the connection. I also realized it was high time for me to watch the movie. Here’s what I thought:
At the beginning, I LOVED it. Dave Lizewski is a likeable teen who decides – despite having no powers, no training, and no special skills – to don a spandex costume and attempt to help people as a superhero named Kick-Ass. When he tries to intervene against some local thugs, things take a startlingly violent turn when Kick-Ass gets brutally stabbed and then hit by a car. A very realistic outcome, I thought, for someone with no training and no real plan. In the hospital, he awakens to find he’s had metal rods put in his body to stabilize broken bones (like the Wolverine!) and has sustained nerve damage which makes it difficult for him to feel pain (a superpower!).
Despite his disastrous initial attempt, Dave gets another costume (the paramedics kindly got rid of his first one before anyone saw it) and goes right back out for more superhero-ing. I love him for this. He has a kind heart and genuinely wants to help. He even goes so far as attempting to retrieve a lost cat named “Mr. Bitey.” That reminded me so much of a cut scene from my book that I had a huge grin on my face. What superhero story is complete without trying to save a cat from a tree (or in this case, a billboard platform)?
Kick-Ass eventually has his breakout moment, becoming an internet sensation when someone films him standing up against three criminals who are viciously beating a man on the street. It’s a great moment in the film, because the only thing keeping Dave standing is his heart (and his nerve damage, which allows him to withstand some of the worst blows).
At this point, I was full-on in love with the movie. Yes, it was bloody and gory, and the language was over-the-top foul, but it was every bit the realistic superhero story I’d hoped for.
Things went downhill for me when Kick-Ass heads to the apartment of some dangerous drug-dealer dude who’s been bothering Katie, a girl at school that Dave has a crush on. Kick-Ass is soon WAY over his head once again, facing down a group of armed gunmen ready and willing to kill him. Enter another costumed vigilante – an 11-year-old girl in a purple wig who, after saving Kick-Ass’s life, goes on to horrifically murder every single person in the apartment, including people who are fleeing and/or unarmed and begging for their lives.
In the wake of the senseless violence, the movie lost so much of its heart – as well as its believability. The purple-wigged Hit Girl and her father, a Batman-ish vigilante called Big Daddy, introduce themselves to Kick-Ass as the “real deal” compared to his wannabe superhero efforts (in my opinion, it’s Dave who’s the real deal – a person with his heart in the right place who’s trying his best). Hit Girl and Big Daddy have a completely carefree attitude about violence and killing, and happily stab, shoot, burn, and crush (yes, there’s a trash-compactor murder in there) their way through the criminal organization that Big Daddy blames for the death of his wife.
Seeing a father raising a young girl to be nothing but a revenge-obsessed killing machine was hard to watch. I also felt that Hit Girl’s skills were way too advanced for the amount of time she’d been trained by her father (she’s only 11, and he’d been in jail for at least part of her life). There is an action scene near the end of the movie that’s absolutely epic to watch – Hit Girl fighting her way through a hallway full of hardened killers – but there’s just no way a child that small with that little training could fight like that. I will say that the actress does a great job. I’m not a fan of little girls cussing every other word and slaughtering people with abandon, but there are moments when she is cornered and scared and grieving that she portrays very well.
Other storylines include Dave pretending to be gay to get close to Katie, and a kid named Chris who becomes a fake superhero to get close to Kick-Ass (Chris is really gathering intel for his father, the head of the drug operation Hit Girl and Big Daddy are targeting). There is a lot of potential in these elements, but too much of it is glossed over and underdeveloped. Not enough time is spent on Kick-Ass’s relationship with Chris’s alter-ego, Red Mist – a true friendship between the two could’ve made their battle at the end much more emotional. Likewise, I thought Katie was way too quick to forgive Dave for lying about being gay (and also for breaking into her room to reveal himself as Kick-Ass). The movie tried to cover too much ground, and many of the elements did not get the attention they deserved to make them full-fledged story arcs.
Despite the gruesome, over-the-top action finale, the movie does finally find its heart again through the bond between Kick-Ass and Hit Girl, who end up working together, and eventually trust each other enough to take off their masks and reveal their true identities.
In the end, I loved the concept for the movie, and some of the characters and relationships, but I wanted it to remain what it was in the beginning – a realistic story about a kid trying to be a superhero in the real world – rather than devolving into a tale of horrific child abuse and gratuitous violence. In order to get the regular-teen-becomes-a-hero flick I’m truly longing for, I may just have to take a page out of Kick-Ass producer Matthew Vaughn’s book and make the movie myself. Realistically, would I ever be able to raise the budget for a film adaptation of Even Heroes at a dinner party? Probably not. But would the movie be epic if it ever got made? Totally.
Several years back, I attended a writers meeting at a nearby library. My hope was to find someone who’d be willing to read my first novel, which at the time was still grossly overlength and badly needed a fresh pair of eyes. If I could find someone else who wrote YA, we could do a beta reading exchange, and both benefit from it. At least, that’s what the little optimistic voice in my head kept saying. Sadly, when the authors in attendance split off into groups based on genre and age group, my name was the only one listed under “Young Adult.” Despite connecting with an awesome bunch of talented and friendly authors, I was still out of luck when it came to getting help with my book. Or so I thought.
On a desperate whim, I decided to reach out to the woman who’d organized the event. She wrote romance and chick lit – not even close to my category – but I knew she’d written at least two or three novels, which (combined) would be the equivalent length of mine. Plus she seemed super nice. Genre differences aside, maybe she’d be willing to do an exchange.
I was a ball of nervous energy as I sent the email. I’d tried to get help from other authors before, but no one seemed interested (who could blame them, considering the 150K word count), and at that length I certainly couldn’t afford a professional editor charging $3-4 per page. I’d been stuck on this same problem for years, and was beginning to feel hopeless.
When I started reading her reply, that feeling of hopelessness stabbed deeper. She didn’t currently have any books that she needed beta-ed. So, that was that. Then I read the next line: but she would be happy to read my book anyway. I couldn’t believe it. I think I might’ve cried a little.
Instead of just reading the book, this woman – Anna – did something even more amazing. She read it with her then ten-and-a-half-year-old son. They gave me feedback throughout the entire process, telling me what chapter they were on, what they liked, and what needed help. After they were finished, they gave me a list of notes that became my bible as I revised my novel for publication. It was more than I ever could have asked for.
In the time since then, Anna and I have become what she dubbed “writing partners.” Mismatched as we are – she writes romance and easy-going chick lit, I write dark stuff; I’m a planner, she’s a pantser – somehow it works. She began to write a new novel, and I got the opportunity to read it chapter by chapter, giving feedback on each freshly-minted scene. I’d never read something in real time before, right as the author was creating it, and it was pretty cool to be part of that experience.
It didn’t hurt that the book was hilarious, fast-paced, and had me rooting for the main character, Paige, all the way through. As Paige struggled with the ins and outs of getting started in the cut-throat real estate business, I saw my own battle to make it as a writer: the moments of elation, the moments of self-doubt, the moments of despair when giving up feels like the only sane course of action. Paige’s refusal to let those dark moments drag her down made me want to keep my head up and keep fighting too.
Several years down the road, I am still in that fight. Publishing my first novel – the one Anna and her son so generously helped me with – was a definite moment of triumph, but success still seems miles away. I haven’t found my audience yet, my sales are nonexistent, and my writing flame – once a roaring inferno in the pre-pandemic era – is barely a flicker these days.
What better time, then, for Paige to come back into my life, her adventures finally published for the world to enjoy? Reading this book is a fond trip down memory lane – making me laugh all over again at all of the horrible stuff Paige has to go through (the mentor from hell, constant babysitting, delusional clients, a haunted mansion no one wants to buy) , and also reminding me that she has to go through all that stuff to earn her success at the end of the story.
I don’t know what my own life story’s ending will look like, whether I’ll ever truly “make it” as a writer or not, but I sure am glad to have an awesome writing partner like Anna. And I am so totally, insanely proud of her for publishing her first book at long last.
“The part of Joey Buchanan is now being played by Nathan Fillion.”
I remember that moment so clearly, sitting there watching One Life To Live with my mom. Being diehard soap fans, we were more than familiar with recasts – they happened about as often as hummingbirds flap their wings (i.e., constantly). And unless you kept up with Soap Opera Digest or one of the other magazines, you could really be caught off guard. Sometimes it hurt – a beloved favorite suddenly gone, and a new face thrust in front of us with the expectation that viewers should simply accept the change and adjust. Other times, a role had been recast so many times, or the character just wasn’t that memorable to begin with, so a new actor meant nothing aside from a brief eye roll (Another recast? Oy.).
OLTL’s Joey Buchanan fell into the second category. As viewers, we didn’t really care about the character…until that fateful day mentioned above. Right from the first scene, Nathan had his hooks in us. Joey’s playful interactions with his family members felt funny and warm and natural. Mom and I looked at one another and decided, “We like him.”
Of course, little did we know that Nathan Fillion would go on to become the very definition of a megastar, ruling genre television and police procedurals alike with starring roles in Firefly, Castle, Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog, The Rookie, and many more. He also voices the character of Octopus on my current favorite series, Resident Alien (if you haven’t seen it yet, go stream it on Peacock right away!). Nathan is the perfect example of how a talented actor can make a previously bland character into one audiences can’t get enough of.
Watch Nathan’s first scene as Joey, courtesy of Jasmine on YouTube:
Lois & Clark (& Jimmy 2.0)
Mom and I had a much stronger – and more negative – reaction when we heard that same cheesy voiceover announcing that the character of Jimmy Olsen on Lois & Clark would now be played by Justin Whalin. While recasts are a dime a dozen on daytime television, they are far less frequent when you enter the realm of prime time and movies. So, no eye rolls this time. We were attached to Michael Landes’ portrayal of Jimmy and didn’t understand the change. My mom theorized that Michael looked a little too similar to Dean Cain, who was playing Clark Kent. A brief internet search indicates she may have been right (go, Mom!), but it does raise the question: if he looked too much like Clark’s little bro, why cast him in the first place? It’s not like Michael suddenly started resembling Dean. Maybe there were other reasons we’ll never hear about.
In any case, the Jimmy Olsen recast was a rough one. All recasts take the viewer out of the reality of the fictional world, reminding us that we are just watching a show or movie. And since this was my favorite show – the marvelous escape that helped me cope with the real stuff going on in my life – I definitely didn’t appreciate the interruption. Justin (AKA Jimmy 2.0) acknowledged on the special features portion of one of the L&C DVD sets that he didn’t get the warmest welcome from fans, receiving a lot of negative letters in the first part of his initial season. However, by about halfway through, the tides were turning and he was getting about a 50-50 mix of good and bad fan mail.
Personally, I think I started to warm up to him around episode seven, “That Old Gang of Mine.” Jimmy’s heartbroken grief after Clark Kent is “murdered” in that ep really tugged on my teenage heartstrings. If he was that devastated after losing a friend, my young mind reasoned, then he must be a pretty good guy. 🙂
Iron Man and Rhodey: The Missing Bond
Unlike my initial dismay over the new Jimmy on L&C, the recast of James Rhodes in Iron Man 2 was just plain confusing for me. Admittedly, I am not great with names, so it took me a beat (and a rewatch of the first film) to realize that this newcomer, Don Cheadle, was supposed to be playing the same character that had previously been portrayed by Terrence Howard. Another rocky transition for me, since I thought Terrence was great in Iron Man. The writers really took the time to show the bond between Rhodey and Tony in that initial movie, and with a new actor, the relationship between the two characters just didn’t feel the same. Of course, Don Cheadle ROCKS as War Machine, so he eventually won me over, but if I were a writer working on that franchise (I wish, LOL!), I think I would have added a bonding scene between Tony and Rhodey 2.0 early in Iron Man 2 to help audiences get over the hump and begin to form that connection to the new actor.
A Tale of Three Carlys
When it comes to recasts, it’s cool to acknowledge the different strengths each actor brings to the role, rather than just trying to forget any previous incarnations of the character ever existed. Michael Landes was charming and hilarious as Jimmy, while Justin Whalin was sweet, sincere, and boyishly innocent. Terrence Howard’s Rhodey had a memorable bond with Tony Stark, while Don Cheadle’s version kicked all kinds of butt fighting side-by-side with Iron Man against Whiplash (and added some great humor when his suit’s tech malfunctioned).
General Hospital did something really interesting a few years back, where they paid homage to all of the actresses to ever play the role of Carly through the years, bringing back each performer for a single, memorable scene alongside costar Maurice Benard. It was a little bit weird, but also a really nice touch to see a show so boldly acknowledge (rather than shy away from) the uncomfortable but sometimes necessary issue of recasts.
In Loving Memory
Recasts can happen due to a variety of circumstances – financial disagreements, personal issues, an actor no longer being available – but the very worst reason is, of course, that the actor has passed away in real life. Such was the case with Michael Gambon replacing Richard Harris as Dumbledore in the Harry Potter movies. I loved Harris’s Dumbledore for the sweet, grandfatherly affection he showed Harry, and the sparkle in his eye. Gambon brought more quirkiness and mystery to the role. Together, they made the perfect wise old wizard.
While Dumbledore had to be recast for the pre-written storyline to work, there are other times when replacing a deceased actor just wouldn’t feel right. After Christopher Reeve passed away, Smallville decided to have his memorable and magnetic character, Dr. Swann, also perish. The grief on the show mirrored our grief in real life. The same goes for the character of Dr. Kroger on Monk. After the loss of actor Stanley Kamel, Monk paid tribute to its fallen cast member in the best way possible – by showing Adrian Monk grapple, and eventually make peace, with the death of his beloved psychiatrist, Dr. Kroger.
Superman and Lois (and Jon Kent 2.0)
Over the summer, while searching for the premiere date of my other current favorite show, Superman and Lois, I stumbled across the news that Jon Kent would no longer be played by Jordan Elsass. The news was upsetting, but at least I had ample time to adjust before the show actually began airing its third season. Still, I was nervous as I sat down to watch the premiere. Elsass was memorable, and I could tell from the amount of fanfiction written about his version of the character that he really made an impact on viewers.
So far, despite my reservations, I am happy with how Superman and Lois has handled the difficult situation of replacing one of their main actors. They didn’t shove the change in our faces, but they didn’t sweep it under the rug either (and very thankfully, they did not make that super cheesy voiceover announcement!). Over the course of S3’s first several episodes, we are gradually getting to know Michael Bishop’s version of Jon. I feel like he has the right vibe for the character. He’s sweet and earnest, funny yet serious when he needs to be. As Nathan Fillion showed us almost twenty-nine years ago, recasts do not have to be horrible. As Justin Whalin, Michael Gambon, and others have demonstrated through the years, a new actor can make a role special in their own way, without taking away from what came before. I’ll always look back fondly on what Elsass brought to the character of Jon Kent, and I can’t wait to see how Bishop grows into his own version of the fair-haired Kent brother.
So, it’s Halloween, AKA the one day a year I actually have a legitimate excuse to wear my werewolf masks (no the plural is not a typo – I have two masks, as well as a set of fuzzy ears, a pair of paws, and a tail). As you can probably tell from the above sentence, werewolves are kinda my thing. I’ve spent the last several months reading and watching all manner of lycanthropic entertainment. Now seems like a great time to give you guys the skinny (or should I say the hairy?) on the numerous fur-raising tales I’ve been dipping into!
Enjoy, and let the good times howl!
TV
Wolf Like Me (Peacock) This show was the whole reason I signed up for Peacock. It just looked SO good. And I am thrilled to say it more than lived up to expectations. The show centers around Mary (a werewolf with a tragic past), Gary (a widower struggling to raise a young daughter), and Emma (Gary’s daughter, who suffers from severe anxiety, depression, and panic attacks). Wolf Like Me is a beautifully written and performed story told in six bite-sized episodes. It is part rom-com, part drama, with a little bit of horror thrown in for good measure. You will fall in love with the characters, laughing out loud at some points and holding your breath at others. I devoured this show in about three days, then immediately rewatched the final episode because it was next-level good in terms of the emotional payoff. I have since showed the series to my mom, who also really enjoyed it. When we got to the last episode, I asked her if she was excited for the final installment. She said, “Yes and no.” She wanted to see how it all turned out, but also was sad that there would be no more episodes. It was definitely over too soon, and I can’t wait for season two, assuming we get one (I think we will!).
Wolfblood (Peacock) A cute British show for kids/tweens about a species of werewolf-like creatures struggling to keep their secret while dealing with all kinds of normal teen drama and various supernatural dilemmas. To be honest, this one is worth watching for the accents alone – you’ve got all manner of British, Welsh, Irish, Scottish, and more, and being an American, I could listen to those voices talk all day long. A few of the storylines would definitely be more of interest to younger viewers than adults, but overall I had so much fun watching seasons 1-3 (all they had on Peacock, though apparently there are 2 more seasons floating out there somewhere). The wolves were very obviously CG, but at least they were cute-looking. The characters were very well-drawn, with even people like the mean girls and the class bully getting backstories, so that no one was just one-dimensional, and everyone was a redeemable human (or wolf). By the end, I felt like they were family, and I was sad when it was time to say goodbye.
The Order (Netflix) The pacing is a bit manic on this college-set drama, rushing from one storyline to the next as if the writers thought the audience had super short attention spans or something. That said, the actors are likeable, and have good chemistry together, making me care about the characters and their problems. There were a lot of cool details, including the use of wolf pelts to create the werewolves (rather than the typical “infection by bite” mode) and a practical explanation for the purpose of werewolves and why they eat the hearts of their victims. I found this a refreshing change from the norm. Also of note: season one did a great job of making the werewolves scary by not showing too much. There’d be a paw, or a snout, or a massive silhouette, or even just someone reacting to what it looked like without the beast appearing on screen. The wolves do eventually show up in their entirety, but the build-up was nice. I’d like to see another season of this, especially as it ended on a cliffhanger, but I don’t know if there’s any chance of it actually happening.
Books
Bitten(Once Bitten, Twice Shy, Book One)by Noelle Marie
I found myself engaged by this story of a young woman whose life gets completely upended after she is bitten by a werewolf, witnesses her family being attacked (and presumably killed) by brutal assailants, and then finds herself kidnapped and held against her will by a group of werewolves “for her own protection.” I liked most of the characters, including the lead, Katherine, and many members of her pack as well as students at the special werewolf school she ends up attending. The whole “werewolf society” thing was cool. There was even an awesome, all-female pack that I desperately wanted Katherine to join.
The one thing that grated me about this book was the character of Bastian. I hated him and the way he treated Katherine, which to me read like abusive behavior. He bit her and turned her into a werewolf, jeopardizing her life and her family’s lives simply because his wolf was attracted to her and couldn’t “control himself.” Bastian follows this up by kidnapping Katherine, obsessively micromanaging every detail of her life (she is not allowed to go anywhere or do anything without his permission), peeing on her to mark her as territory (for her “protection”), saying nasty things like “I wish I’d never met you” and then later apologizing that he didn’t mean it, etc. I was cheering Katherine on whenever she did anything to defy him, and cringing whenever they had romantic moments. The reason for some of Bastian’s disgusting behavior is explained by the end of the book, but in my mind the explanation didn’t really do anything to excuse his actions. I want her to ditch his sorry butt.
Unleashed(Wolf Springs Chronicles, Book One)by Nancy Holder and Debbie Viguie
This book stands out from the pack (pun intended!) because of the really creepy atmosphere. The main character, Kat, has just moved in with her grandfather outside the remote town of Wolf Springs. Their cabin is in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by woods. She is not allowed to go out by herself at night. She isn’t even allowed to step off the porch after dark. Strange noises emanate from the darkness – including screams and weird drumming/chanting from a nearby corporate retreat. A girl has been murdered prior to Kat’s arrival in Wolf Springs, and a second death occurs right after Kat moves in, heightening the fear level. Even the reveal about the existence of werewolves – which the reader should see coming, given the topic of the book – is handled in an eerie and believable way, adding to the creep factor.
Kat did frustrate me at times, taking actions that very obviously were not smart, just in order to move the plot along. Seriously, if people were getting murdered/mauled to death in the woods at night, and basically everyone on the planet had already warned you not to drive home alone, I don’t think you would forget or ignore this information just because of a fight with a guy.
Overall, though, I thought the book was well-written. I have mixed feelings about the end, as there was no resolution to any of the plot points. However, the chilling atmosphere and numerous mysteries kept me engaged, and I definitely want to read the next book in the series!
The Wolf Giftby Anne Rice
I’d never read an Anne Rice book before, and I must say I was very impressed with the writing. Beautiful descriptions, expert characterization, and a compelling tale of a newly-turned “man-wolf” made this a highly enjoyable read. I especially liked that the main werewolf, Reuben, used his gift to dispatch the most deplorable criminals imaginable (including child murderers and someone who was trying to light a homeless man on fire), making him like a really vicious superhero/vigilante. My main complaint would be that never at any point does he consider not killing his victims, even though he’s plenty strong enough to contain perpetrators with nonlethal force. The only other thing that bothered me was that Reuben’s main love interest, Laura, was the only character not particularly well fleshed out. They decided to move in together and spend the rest of their lives together after just barely meeting each other and having sex two times. Insta-love is a big no-no for me, but overall I really enjoyed the book. There are some beautiful philosophical passages as well as a few “science behind the transformation” tidbits which were refreshing because most authors don’t attempt to explain something like that in medical terms. I will definitely read the sequel at some point.
Mercy Thompson Series, Books 1-3 (Moon Called, Blood Bound, Iron Kissed) by Patricia Briggs
As you can tell by the fact that I read the first three books, I am hooked on this urban fantasy series about a Native American woman who can transform into a coyote at will. She also happens to be a mechanic and a total badass who was raised with werewolves and therefore does not take crap from them. So far, these books tend to involve murder mysteries that Mercy gets involved in due to her ties to the supernatural community, which includes fae, vampires, witches, and the aforementioned wolves. I thought the plot of the first book was a tad overly complicated, with possibly too many characters introduced. For a supposed loner, we find out that Mercy is actually close with her neighbor, Adam (the local wolf pack’s Alpha), and Adam’s daughter, Jesse, and Adam’s third in command, Warren, and Warren’s boyfriend, Kyle, and the local cop, Tony, and the fae guy Mercy bought her garage from, Zee, and the friendly-ish vampire, Stefan, and well, you get the picture – it’s a lot of people in her life, and that’s before the folks from her past get involved. So I was a little overwhelmed in book one, but I settled right into book two with all of the characters and relationships already established, and it’s been smooth sailing ever since. I love Mercy’s voice and her personality. Looking forward to book four and beyond!
Cry Wolf (Book One of the Alpha and Omega Series) by Patricia Briggs
I gave this book a chance because my library only had the first three Mercy Thompson installments (plus one from way later in the series, but no way am I reading them out of order). I read the audiobook version, which is not my preference, and may have colored my perception of the story. This book takes place in the Mercy Thompson universe, shortly after the events of Moon Called, so there are some spoilers for that one. The characters were okay, but not as compelling as the main characters in the Mercy books. The book cover did not mention that it was an abridged edition, but I felt like something might have been missing from the beginning. Anna and Charles, who have only just met, are already “mated” to each other in wolf form (meaning their wolves just instantly fell in love/lust/whatever). We didn’t get to see when this moment occurred, but we do know the two are virtual strangers, which made it uncomfortable for me that they were already bonded for life. Another case of insta-love that left me sour, because I think people need to spend a lot of time together before making a commitment like that, whether your wolf is horny or not. The story has some cool elements of magic and a really nice newly-turned werewolf who sadly doesn’t survive to the end of the book. The concept of what Anna is, an Omega wolf who can’t be controlled by an Alpha and has the power to calm other wolves, was interesting, but I didn’t love her character or Charles and therefore wasn’t super-invested in their romance.
Movies
Ginger Snaps
This one had been on my radar ever since I encountered it on someone’s top ten list of best werewolf movies. Given that decent werewolf movies are hard to come by, I was really looking forward to this, and it did not let me down. It was a well-written and well-acted film with a compelling storyline paralleling the brutal changes of becoming a wolf with the volatile body changes a teenage girl undergoes during puberty. I must say this is absolutely the goriest werewolf movie I’ve ever seen. A total blood and guts fest. It was a bit shocking. The other thing that caught me off guard was the amount of suicide imagery. One of the main characters, Ginger, is obsessed with death and the idea of killing herself, and the film is filled to the brim with every graphic image of self-inflicted death you could imagine. If you or the person you’d be watching it with are going through any kind of depression, I would not recommend this movie, as it could be a trigger. The special effects were good, and the final form of the beast is truly hideous. Nothing pretty about this film at all, but it is well-done and worth watching if you can stomach it.
I Am Lisa
Okay, the concept of this movie sounded great – a young woman is brutalized and left for dead in the woods by a group of nasty peers. Instead of dying, she is bitten by a werewolf and then uses her newfound abilities to exact revenge on the ones who attacked her. So yeah, it sounds bloody awesome, but sadly I just felt like the writing was terrible and I couldn’t get into it at all. A lot of the characters seemed flat, and people did not behave logically or with any clear motive. At one point Lisa (the werewolf) and her best friend wisely decide that they should leave town. They then continue to hang around in town as if the conversation never took place. I didn’t finish watching this movie, so maybe it got better in the final third, but life’s too short to watch something you’re not enjoying, so I decided not to keep pushing through.
Battledogs
Like the previous film, this one had a cool-sounding concept. The idea of using werewolves for military applications isn’t explored often enough, and I thought the plot might be cool if nothing else. I’m sorry to say this is a ridiculously bad movie. I think it knows it is a bad movie, and even embraces its own terribleness, and those kinds of movies can be fun to watch, especially with friends. There is no real development of plot or character, it’s all just one action scene after another, weak explanations for elements that just plain don’t make sense, etc. I probably would have finished this one, despite how much it sucked, but I grew uncomfortable with the fact that all the “hero” characters were white, and the two main “bad guys” were Black and Native American. (The lead baddie is actually played by our beloved Dennis Haysbert, who was so memorable as God on Lucifer. His talents were wasted here.) There was one Black character (portrayed by Ernie Hudson of Ghostbusters fame) helping the protagonists, but he got senselessly murdered halfway through the film. Shortly after that, I just kind of called it quits. If you like constant werewolf action and blatantly stupid writing, you might like this one.
I don’t have Disney+ at the moment, but at some point hopefully we’ll get it back and I can dive headfirst into Werewolf by Night. In the meantime, I bid you happy watching, happy reading, and a very happy Howl-o-ween!
For a REALLY long time, I didn’t have a Twitter account. I had no idea what I’d even do with one. Then my favorite TV show got cancelled, and Twitter seemed to be the main avenue for fans to protest this development and try to bring the show back. Being the devoted fangirl that I am, of course I had to fight against the unjust cancellation of something great (#SaveForever!), so I signed up for Twitter. And even though our campaign eventually failed (cue the heartbroken sobbing), I did have tons of fun connecting with other diehard fans of the show. Just knowing how many people loved Forever helped ease the pain of its loss.
In the years since then, I’ve continued to use Twitter to fight the good fangirl fight. Sometimes we won (#SaveLucifer, yeah baby!!!), other times we lost (I’m so sorry, Limitless – I tried!), but it was always amazing to have a voice and join forces with other fans in support of a common goal.
Having a Twitter account came in handy for other purposes, too. For example, I linked my Twitter to this blog, so whenever a new post goes up on here, my Twitter followers (all twelve of them!!) can see it. Being on Twitter also allowed me to participate in several Chicken Soup for the Soul book release parties, where I made some awesome connections with fellow CSS authors.
But the best was yet to come. In the process of trying to get some much-needed reviews for my novel, I contacted Crowvus Book Blog (https://crowvusbookblog.blogspot.com). To my delight, one of the authors, Judith Crow, agreed to read and review my book (you can read Judith’s review of Even Heroes here: https://crowvusbookblog.blogspot.com/2022/02/book-review-even-heroes-by-g-bassier.html). A few weeks later, Judith contacted me about a new program initiated by Crowvus: a Twitter account that would be curated by a different author each week. It would be a chance to get more exposure for my book, and network with other authors and readers. How could a girl say no to that? 🙂
Thus, for one crazy week back in the spring, I was the curator of the @WeeklyScribe Twitter account. To say it was an amazing experience would be an understatement. At first, I was putting a lot of pressure on myself to really do a great job and provide top-notch content. I was, after all, the first American to curate the account, the first person not associated with Crowvus to curate the account, and I think basically the second person to do it ever. So I wanted to really represent their brand in a respectable way and not do anything to horribly embarrass or offend anyone.
Initially I had a very strict schedule of Tweets laid out. I was going to do two or three posts on a specific topic each day. They were all pre-written. Once I dove in, however, I started to remember what Twitter immersion really feels like. My rigid plans quickly started to loosen up, and I really began to interact organically with other authors. I noticed that polls got a nice response, so I added a few more than I planned. And, while I made sure to post new content every day, I ended up finding more pleasure in reading other people’s Tweets and commenting, liking, following, and sometimes even Re-Tweeting.
I dove happily down the rabbit hole, responding to Tweets about plot, characterization, favorite books, indie publishing vs. traditional, editing habits, etc. I shared quotes and details about my novel, and eagerly read passages posted by other authors – their opening lines, banter between their characters, even silly things, like their main character’s favorite brand of soap.
This may not seem like a big deal to you, but as a writer, I’ve basically been wandering alone in the desert for three years. And suddenly, I was swimming in a lake of writing advice, shared experiences, and jokes about the dreaded synopsis that only other authors would understand. It was heaven! It reminded me just how much of a geek I am about writing. How I could talk about it all day long and well into the night. How it keeps my heart pumping in a world that sometimes feels dead.
I really, really needed that reminder.
In the months since my time as @WeeklyScribe, I have mostly crawled back into my cave, content to be a Twitter hermit. However, I do actually come out into the sunshine once in a while, and when I do, I enthusiastically start checking every hashtag to do with writing (my faves are #WritingCommunity and #writingquestion). And then I start reading those Tweets, and liking, and commenting, and following. I don’t want to lose that lifeline to people who “get” me, now that I’ve finally got it back.
Also, maybe even more significantly, this experience inspired me to start writing again. I am happy to report that I have completed the first chapter of a brand new novel, and Chapter Two is in progress. Slow progress, but progress nonetheless.
So, that was my week as @WeeklyScribe. If you are an author interested in curating the @WeeklyScribe account, I have three words for you: GO FOR IT!! You’ll be so glad you did. I know I was.
Okay, so it’s been over a year since the series finale of Supernatural aired. I’ve finally recovered enough to talk about it now…I hope.
Basically, the one thing I begged the writers not to do – kill off the main characters – they did. I’m sad that they chose to end it this way, because to me, a series finale should be a reward for the most loyal viewers – a “thank you” for sticking with the show through thick and thin. I don’t know about you guys, but my mom and I started watching in season one, so that is a whopping fifteen seasons of thick and thin. We had been watching so long that when details got changed in later seasons – like that suddenly anyone could see a reaper, or that some werewolves had the ability to “control themselves” (tell that to Madison from season 2!) – it was a little annoying. But even as the show declined somewhat in later years, and I no longer eagerly looked forward to every new installment, there was still joy to be found in each episode, and comfort in having these familiar, beloved characters in our lives.
When you’ve been a die-hard fan for that many years, saying goodbye is never going to be easy. I’ll admit that. And there was no way the writers could have possibly satisfied every single fan on the planet. I’ll admit that, too. But I do think they could have delivered something that would have appealed to a majority of the audience while keeping true to the spirit of the show. And this death-fest finale wasn’t it.
What I Liked
Unlike some fans, I did appreciate that the major storyline re: God and Jack was resolved in the second-to-last episode. The mytharc for Supernatural had gotten so crazy out-of-control after fifteen seasons (they fought every villain imaginable, up to and including Almighty God), that for me it was refreshing to return to the basics of the show we fell in love with in season one: two brothers, hunting monsters and saving people. I thought J&J really poured their hearts into the acting, and I felt like the writing was at least decent, with some deliberately repeated dialogue for parallel death scenes.
What I Didn’t Like
This episode aired during a global pandemic. We were literally surrounded by death, grief, and loss on all sides, in real life. And the writers thought the best way to end this series was by offering up another heaping plateful of sorrow, killing off some of the most beloved characters in modern television history. It’s like, really? Is this the nice dose of hope the world needed right now? Could you maybe read the room here, people? I don’t think I even cried. I just stared at the screen, and then stared at my mom, thinking, “WTF?” She looked back at me and said, “I hated it.”
I didn’t hate it, but it was such a far cry from what I wanted and hoped for that it hurt, nonetheless. I mean maybe the writers were trying to say something about the loss so many of us have gone through with Covid. Maybe they were reading the room, and offering a grief-stricken world a poignant blueprint for moving on after unimaginable loss. Maybe in ten years, I’ll look back and see it as the perfect ending.
Maybe.
What I Wanted
I wanted at least the option of imagining a positive future for the characters, rather than witnessing the end of both of their lives in painful detail. I wanted a sense of adventure for things yet to come. I expected some level of darkness or sadness, because it’s Supernatural, and that’s always been part of the show, but before now it never overshadowed the hope of two tough, scrappy brothers winning against impossible odds. I also wanted something different. Something we haven’t seen before. I’ve lost count of how many times the boys have died over the years. We’ve even seen both Sam and Dean “carry on” without the other before. Dean went off to live a normal life with Lisa and Ben after Sam fell into hell in “Swan Song,” and Sam got a girlfriend and a dog after Dean got sucked into purgatory. So, this was not new territory by any stretch.
Over the years, we’ve actually had several potential series finales. I don’t think there was really any guarantee that the show would be picked up again after seasons one, two, or three. Any of those finales could’ve been the final episodes of the show. The season two finale, “All Hell Breaks Loose, Part II,” is still my favorite episode of the entire series, and embodies all of the qualities I would’ve been thrilled to see in the series finale:
–Wrap-up of major plotlines: Ding dong, the Yellow-Eyed Demon is dead! And Dean got to kill him! Yay! Also, their dad escaped hell, so they no longer have to torture themselves about where he is and what’s happening to his soul.
–Not everything is roses: Dean only has a year to live before he dies and goes to hell, courtesy of a demon deal. Sam has come back to life, but may not be fully “himself” (the YED implies that Sam is either missing a part of his soul, or came back with some extra evil added in).
–A new adventure awaits: A gate to hell has been opened, releasing tons of demons into the world. Ruh-roh!
–Hope: Despite everything they are facing – a demon war, a one-year deadline for Dean’s life and soul – the brothers are alive and together and determined to fight the good fight.
This episode left me with tears in my eyes AND a grin on my face. What more could you ask for from any finale?
What’s Next
There’s been talk of a Supernatural spin-off for years, since way before the series actually ended. In fact, I think a few of the episodes were written as set-ups for potential spin-offs which never came to be. Most of the ideas pitched held little-to-no interest for me as a fan. I think one was going to be about Samuel Colt hunting monsters in the Old West (meh), and another was about a brand new character searching for his missing hunter father (deja vu, anyone?). The only one that sounded intriguing was “Wayward Sisters,” which would have followed the adventures of Sheriff Jody and her adopted daughters. Since we know and care about those characters, I think it would’ve worked. Also, a bunch of bad-ass female hunters kicking monster butt? Yeah, it could’ve been pretty awesome. As far as I know, though, it’s not going to happen. 😦
What is going to happen is a show called The Winchesters. When I first heard a brief description of this show, many months ago, I was excited. Like genuinely excited, in a way I hadn’t felt about Supernatural in quite some time. The gist of it was that Jensen and his wife Danneel were working on a Supernatural prequel that would focus on the early days of the Winchester family’s hunting adventures. I thought this was the best idea for a spin-off ever. Period. I have always loved the episodes that showed Sam and Dean’s younger years and the experiences they had growing up with a monster-hunter father and sleeping with guns under their pillows and having no one to rely on but each other.
I automatically assumed the new show, The Winchesters, would be focusing on Sam and Dean as teens, old enough to go off on their own and get in all kinds of trouble with ghosts, werewolves, and demons, plus have all the drama of high school, moving from place to place, living in crappy motels, and the ever-strained relationship with their dad.
To me, this would have been brilliant. We already adore the characters, and so much of their experience as teenagers is as-yet untapped. When I heard about The Winchesters, I actually felt like I got Sam and Dean back. My heart soared, and I (sort of) forgave Jensen for his misleading quote about the series finale (he said something like he wouldn’t be surprised if we saw these guys back on our screens in their beloved Impala sometime in the future) because I realized he might’ve meant a young Sam and Dean.
And then I saw the trailer for The Winchesters.
I think a part of me died that day. And not from joy.
The Winchesters is about Mary and John, in the early days of their relationship, hunting monsters together. Full stop. If you’re saying, “WTF?” right now, you’re not the only one. I would imagine everyone in the fandom had a similar reaction, because Mary and John never hunted monsters together. It didn’t happen. It goes completely against canon. Jensen and Danneel know this, of course, and were quick to assure fans that they have a plan to make it all make sense.
The only plans I can think of to achieve this would be some kind of memory wipe, an alternate universe, or time travel. In order to match up with Supernatural canon, the events in The Winchesters will almost necessarily have to be erased or forgotten at some point. Which begs the question: Why? Why do this show at all? Especially when they had a ready-made option that was infinitely more appealing AND required no rewriting of the canon whatsoever. That’s like ignoring a sack full of gold that’s sitting right in front of you and instead going dumpster-diving for empty beer cans. It will continue to mystify me for the rest of my days.
We never even got Sam and Dean back, and yet somehow I feel like we’ve lost them again.
I will give The Winchesters a chance, because it looks like a decent(ish) show. I don’t like Dean’s voiceover in the trailer, saying how Mary and John have always been this big mystery – I mean, after fifteen seasons of Supernatural, I think we found out everything about them that we really needed (or wanted) to know. I’m also not happy that the actors who played young John and Mary in the Supernatural time travel eps – Amy Gumenick and Matt Cohen (both of whom I really liked) – don’t seem to be in this spin-off.
But, in spite of everything…I want to like this show. I want it to surprise me. I want it to give me something the series finale didn’t: hope, and a stirring sense that the adventure is just starting anew.
as the HERO flies... 