Wednesday, October 01, 2025
Monday, August 25, 2025
A Landscape of Witches
Growing up, I remember that witches were a regular part of the landscape of story telling. Whether it be the Wizard of Oz, Snow White, Cinderella, tales from the Brothers Grimm, the old bitch in black was the common enemy that everyone could agree needed to die. Well, all with maybe the exception of Samantha from Bewitched, or Kim Novak in Bell, Book and Candle... And certainly, Glenda, the good witch from the north or south was okay.
For some reason as I grew older the witch seemed to fade from the landscape though. No longer common fodder for story telling. I remember the Witches of Eastwick, but it was sort of a not great movie; maybe the book was better. I guess I shouldn't forget Harry Potter, but alas Harry never really struck me as a witch, more a sorcerer, though yeah, they had wands and flying brooms and maybe even pointy hats, so I guess you can't say they totally faded. There was also a series of novels Anne Rice wrote about witches in N'Orleans. I do remember reading a couple of them, and being very entertained. Still, ...
Then, some twenty five or thirty years ago, I believe I was sitting in the Neptune theatre when a preview for The Blair Witch Project came on, and it looked absolutely fantastic. Oooh! Finally a black evil scary bitchy witch that was going to make the hair on the nape of your neck stand up and salute! Alas, though some brilliant marketer had edited, whittled, the movie down to 60 seconds of thrilling promise in a preview, the other 89 or so minutes of the movie turned out to be inane and downright junk. That marketer turned that piece of junk into a big hit, but I went home totally bored and deflated.
I can't say that in the 25 or 30 years since, that other than maybe Harry, that I've even noticed the shadow of a witch, not even on the remote horizon. Maybe I forgot about them. Stopped noticing.
All of which brings me to my 72nd birthday, and receiving a text from my nephew offering to send me money as a birthday present if I'd spend it to go see the movie Weapons. I told him I didn't need the money but I'd go to see the movie and accept the recommendation as a gift regardless. Well, lo and behold, it turned out to be a witchy movie. I won't say anything else...
Monday, August 11, 2025
Ah, Vacation Of The Mind
Saturday, August 09, 2025
Who Was That Guy?
For some reason I couldn't overlook a movie called All Neat With Black Stockings. It was some British movie made a long time ago, back in 1968 when I was a pimply teenager; yes, a long time ago. I'm not sure it ever reached any of my local theatres back then; I definitely don't remember it and I think I would have as it was rather unique and crazy, though, yeah, it was a long time ago, so who's to say for sure?
I watched it last night, finished it this morning. The 'star', Ginger, so named presumably because of his red hair, was a plonker, and though you can find a definition for a plonker via google, the one I found doesn't quite match the one provided by the plonker in this movie when he described himself. According to him, it's a guy who shares a muffin with his mates. The muffin being a bird, or well, more formally, a girl. The girls in this movie were quite easily seduced by this plonker, and in most cases didn't seem to object to being shared. If you're wondering, it wasn't some threeway scenario, more a case of, well I'm done with her, so you can have a go.... Of course Ginger ultimately had to meet some muffin (a quite lovely Susan George) that would cause our hero to question his plonking ways. Well, (I might be spoiling here...), ultimately she 'accidentally' gets plonked, as the mate that plonks her thinks it's all the same as usual and tells her so, and she falls for it only to, well, start crying, be pregnant, and cause Ginger to decide it was his fault so he's got to marry her, because he really loves her, sort of... They go on a honeymoon and some photographs of the excursion make the final cut that are quite artistic. There were other artistic elements scattered throughout... In the end though, Ginger really can't quite seem to change his ways, and it ends with him being cheeky with some muffin waitress in a lunchroom. The waitress smiles at him when she calls him cheeky.
Besides Susan George, I sort of recognised one other actor, one "Harry Towb", but I can't say what I know him from. There was a cast of twenty or thirty quirky characters, all of them fantastic in there own way, and I was so impressed with the guy playing Ginger, (Victor Henry), that I wondered why I'd never seen him in anything. I guessed maybe he was more of a stage actor, and indeed he was, but it turned out that in 1972 he was hit by a car and spent about 13 years in a coma before he died. Rather a sad end, I'd say. Wikipedia indicates there were three other movies he appeared in. I might need to search for them... One is The Sorcerers starring Boris Karloff. Another, Privilege has him listed low in the credits so he may not've been on screen long enough, but it's described as a musical science fiction comedy drama starring Paul Jones, the singer from Manfred Mann, so may be worth pursuing on its own.
Saturday, December 18, 2021
The Unfortunate News About Quippled
Unfortunately, on this date, December 18, 2021, quippled has disappeared magically from the planet. Not only has he disappeared but most evidence that he ever was on this planet has disappeared as well. The only thing that remains is his work. The universe and blogspot have decided it should show my former moniker, humble, Quantom Q., as the author of all of quippled's posts. I'm not sure if that's fair, it certainly isn't honest, and at minimum needs to be recognized as a mistake. I'll blame the robot for the mistake so maybe I won't need to be held culpable...
It was an innocent mistake. I was looking at some of quippled's posts, noticed a typo, and decided I should fix it. The problem of course was that I hadn't logged in for years and years. Blogspot had mutated into some appendage of Google, and though it appears I may've been able to log in using my google account, I wasn't sure. I had different notes on how to login, and well, long story short, ended up clicking 'forgot password' and got a link sent to my google account (if only I'd used that first...). The problem arose when I finally did log in and the robot that greeted me mistook me for Quantom Q., or recognized me as him. A persona that I have not been for probably 15 years, and now, suddenly, wham!, QQ replaces q. It wasn't like the robot said, "Hello Mr Q., it's been a long time..." I wasn't even aware of the mistake until I refreshed one of quippled's posts and saw QQ listed as the author. I checked another, and another, and well, all of of quippled's posts were now being shown as authored by Quantom Q. Blast the robot for making such a stupid mistake, but I'm not sure there's anything that can be done, other than memorializing the fact that another earthly mistake has been made. I, now forever or until whenever, as Quantom Qurkington attest that the wondrous works for which I am being credited, were in fact the product of a poster named quippled. He should not so easily be forgotten.
Saturday, April 13, 2013
The Thief of My Childhood
Djinn: And the tongue of a liar! But he who would steal the all seeing eye from the very brow of the goddess must be neither a thief or a braggart but a hero!
The djinn did a very good job of delivering this line. Oh, I should say, the movie is The (wonderful) Thief of Baghdad.