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Seek out personal
peace every day,
share it with others
_ These past couple weeks have been a
grinding, draining bore. Between work,
school, homework and the demands of
Carl Sundberg
Reasoning with madness
everyday life, 1 have not had much time
to do what 1 enjoy the most: play guitar.
In this world, joy becomes peace and
life without peace is poindess.
Saturday morning, 1 decided the
daily grind would come to end. I
woke up around 10 a m. and headed
downstairs into my basement where
my Les Paul and Fender amp await
ed patiently to be awakened.
I clicked on the amp, turned on the
effects pedals, threw the guitar over my
shoulder and strummed a magnificent,
monstrous G chord.
Transcendence began.
For what felt like a split second, I
played my guitar loud and unforgiv
ing. Distortion shook the walls and
riffs shattered the silence of morning.
The notes began to increase their
rhythmic motion until 1 lost myself in
a constantly shifting pattern of arpeg
gios and chord progressions.
It turns out that 1 had played down
there for about four hours. Time flies
when you're having fun, you know.
1 lunger eventually pulled me from
my trance. I went upstairs and got
something to eat went back downstairs
Turn to SUNDBERG, page 9
Disappointing movies
keep bloodthirsty fans
wanting more horror
When was the last time 1 extolled the
virtues of mindless, horrific violence?
It must have been weeks ago. I guess
that's a long enough wait, so it's time
for another horror movie roundup.
Sadly, the upcoming months look
a little dry. There are so few major
studio horror releases, and indie re
Ryan Nyberg
Budget rack
leases have such spotty distribution,
that I'm almost tempted to throw in
the towel and go budget shopping
for DVDs. Anything with a picture of
an exploding decomposed head on
the cover would probably alleviate
my addiction for a few days at least.
In fact, the movie theaters are so
dry of blood-splattered horror that I
might blow my whole meager pay
check on $ 10 zombie movies in or
der to keep me through the famine.
The closest thing to horror this
weekend is "Scary Movie 3," which
might cause my head to explode,
while next weekend brings the
"Alien" re-release. That's fine and
dandy, except that it's Halloween
and 1 kind of hoped for a more
valiant effort from filmmakers,
rather than just a pumped up ver
sion of a 25-year-old movie. Albeit a
great one, but still.
During November, the closest
thing to what I'm looking for is the
release of "Gothika," starring Halle
Berry and Robert Downey Jr. It's
about a criminal psychologist who
has an accident and wakes up in the
same institution she worked in, ac
cused of murder and believed to be
insane. Nice and creepy, with some
vengeful ghost thrown in for good
measure. And it's so difficult to resist
Berry in a hospital gown.
The only other thing even close to
the horror genre in November — and
this is shooting pretty far afield — is
"The Haunted Mansion," starring that
anti-Christ of family cinema, Eddie
Murphy. Johnny Depp had the chops
to pull off being in a movie based on
a Disneyland ride, but something tells
me that Murphy isn't up to the task —
something like "Showtime," "The Ad
ventures of Pluto Nash," "I Spy" and
"Daddy Day Care."
After November, the dry spell real
ly gets going. It lasts at least until
March with the release of "Dawn of
the Dead," a remake of the 1978 film
of the same name, which was one of
the greatest, most grandiose horror
films of all time. The director of the re
make is a newcomer, the cast is decent
and the writers have all done great
work in the past. Plus there are zom
bies. Plus there is a shopping mall. Be
still my beating heart.
There is one wild card in the deck I
should keep in mind, that being
"Bubba Ifo-tep." It's a film about an
aging Elvis Presley and a man who be
lieves himself to be John F. Kennedy
doing battle with an ancient Egyptian
mummy. Can life be any better than
this? Can one truly find salvation in a
film starring Bruce Campbell? I think
one can, assuming that said film was
directed by "Phantasm" director Don
Coscarelli and is based on a story by
Joe R. Lansdale. The problem is that
the film has only been released in a
handful of theaters across the country,
none of them within a hundred miles
of me. But its growing popularity al
most ensures a wider release at some
point. Let us pray.
So why this obsessive fixation on
horror cinema? Why this compulsive
need to have frightening, bizarre vi
sions presented to me on the screen?
Maybe my mind — dulled by the con
stant bombardment of modem cul
ture — needs to see the most extreme
of visions in order have some sort of
reaction. Maybe it's my disgust with
the moral and intellectual emptiness
of the society around me that drives
me away from so-called "normal" cin
ema. Maybe I just like to watch stupid
characters die in really interesting
ways. Whatever the reason, you can
find me in the theater.
Contact the senior Pulse reporter
at ryannyburg@dailyemerald.com.
His opinions do not necessarily
represent those of the Emerald.