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Friday, December 07, 2007

Bram Stoker's Libertarian

image One of my friends, who I met years ago at a horror convention, asked me via my blog: "How come you aren't reading my blog?" Hell of a good question, and one that I don't have a good answer for, except to say I've been very busy, over extended, and very out of sorts. When I say I'm in need of a vacation, I don't mean it in the flippant, wistful way that most such comments are made, but in a serious, to the core of my being, oh my god there's so much to do before then kind of way.

So that's it, in a nutty shell.

So today, I went to said friend's blog, and man, am I glad I did. He has this AMAZING essay on his first day working as an extra on Bram Stoker's (err, Coppola's?) Dracula -- a film I really, really loved! A film I haven't seen in ages and need to revisit in hopes of getting a glimpse of a communist vampire or two.

And the straight razor scene.

Please, if you haven't read this beautifully written piece, and you have any interest in the film making process or good writing for good writing's sake, visit this blood sucker's site and give it a read: http://communistvampires.blogspot.com/

So, to all my blogger brothers and sisters, I'm gonna be catching up in the next couple of weeks. I've missed you.


Charles Gramlich said...

I checked it out. Interesting. I liked that movie quite a lot and there are a few quite sexy scenes in it.

Sidney said...

I'm going to check it out too. That is a great take on the Dracula story. I love than Van Helsing is kind of nuts in it. Great turn by Anthony Hopkins.

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