Sunday, May 10, 2015

All Things Interrogated: Riot or Revolt? - Baltimore Fights Fire With Fire

Over the last couple weeks, Baltimore was set on fire. Another black male has been mysteriously killed in police custody. Angry, the community responded. Leading the charge is a temporary alliance between The Bloods and The Crips. Like most, I was initially surprised by the alliance between the long-term rivals, but after reflecting it makes sense. Both gangs have a common enemy. Remember this is the same city that the HBO’s The Wire was based. The gangs in the show, like the gang in most American communities are persistent yet unpredictable powder kegs. Let's not be too surprised when they explode.

Philosophizing The Walking Dead S3E9 The Suicide King and An Open Letter to Rick Grimes

Welcome to our journey into the guts of The Walking Dead. What kind of journey? A philosophical, psychoanalytical and political kind. What I would like to do over the next couple months is dig through the Walking Dead episode by episode to see what it can teach us. Thank you for following me on this journey. I look forward to reading your comments. Be forewarned: There are spoilers everywhere. Don’t forget to check out my previous post in the Philosophizing TWD series: Philosophizing The Walking Dead S3E8 Made To Suffer The Politically Corrected Angry Black Women

Monday, May 4, 2015

Scream 4 (2011) and Reconstructing the Unconstructed

Does Scream really break the rules? Does the film strike the structural kernel of the horror genre? Is self-awareness of the meta-intertextuality of horror really subversive, or does Scream cling dogmatically to the banalest aspects of the films it seeks to critique?

Scream 4 begins with a complex introduction. A film inside of a film inside of a film where each film, in its respective layers, is self-aware of the film inside the film. The first opening begins with two women teasing each other about a potential stalker which devolves into a comparison between a pure/idealized horror of 80’s antiquity and contemporary horror.

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Dear Zombies - I just can not catch a break - Solidarity with Baltimore!

Dear Zombies,
I am having a blast at my new job. Driving all over Chicago and meeting tons of great people. Several weeks ago I made a plan to write a post a week and two weeks ago I scheduled time to write. I found a seat to camp out at the local coffee shop and began working on a post. Boom! The screen goes blank on my tablet and won't turn back on. I thought that the battery died but after fiddling with the device I realized that my tablet had committed suicide. After squabbling with Amazon I received a partial reimbursement and was able to buy a new laptop. It arrived today! I am testing it out to write this post!

Before my laptop died I was revising a post I wrote on Scream 4. I should have it published by the end of the week. I am planning to focus my posts during May primarily on war movies, PTSD and of course politics.

I have been trying to catch myself up on the news of the revolt (not riot) in Baltimore. I hope to publish an All Things Interrogated post in the following weeks.

No Justice. No peace.


Sunday, April 5, 2015

Julia (2014) and Socializing Vengeance

There are three ways to make your way out of Trauma. The first is to become oblivious to your own pain by becoming numb. The second is by failing to integrate the trauma you come under the sway of madness. Lastly you can find a way to live with yourself. Enjoy your symptoms. Find a way to make sense out of what happened in such a way where you can rekindle your sense of self in the world. The film Julia is about a woman’s journey to return to herself after becoming the victimized by four men. Rather than tell the worn out tale of rage let loose, the film plays with the idea that in order to free yourself from victimization one must depersonalize the crime. Think beyond the cruelty that happened to you and strike at the core of the power structures in which reinforced and allow the continuance of male supremacy.

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Dear Zombies - I Have Climbed Out of the Gutter, and I'm Ready for Brainz!

I have climbed out of the gutter of unemployment. Luckily in time before I ran out of funds to pay my rent. The job market is cruel bastard, and I’ve found the job for me. And it pays more than my previous place of employment. Woot!

I have two weeks of freedom before my official start date and I took some time out today to catch up on some writing and reading.

What happens next is a good question. I'll be working of course! I plan to get back to a regular posting schedule as so as feasible. What I have learned is that I need to escape my apartment to write and confront these blank pages in a new space. Today, I ventured out to a coffee shop to get my blogging on. Here I am!

I’ll be working on an analysis, today, of a great film I saw a week ago called Julia. I know its terrible title. I think the film succeeded in a way that American Mary failed. Specifically in terms of its politics and temperament.

Look out for the post later this week!

Monday, March 16, 2015

Dear Zombies - Running Out of Time, But I Have Hope - Belated Celebration of 2014

Being a grown up is hard. As I mentioned in my last couple posts, I have been on hiatus first due to trying to find the time to write with my previous job, then getting fired from said job because a couple of my fellow coworkers took their personal frustrations out of me via a character assassination. Now I am on my last legs. I have one more month's worth of rent saved and am starting a temp job tomorrow. You'd think a masters degree and over 60 grand worth of education would make adult life all puppy dogs and rainbows.

Oh, but no.

Luckily, I am a crafty dude and feel that I will be able to secure my rent in time for me to become another body for capitalism's meat grinder. I await word from a couple job interviews that were promising and should ideally get this guy back out into Chicago to kick ass and take names.

Nonetheless, every day is full of worry and dread. I can wait with the best of them. I can sit at the DMV all day as long as I have something to read. But to wait on someone else who has no clue how important their answer is to my livelihood is another story altogether.

Maybe I entered life with more idealism. A sense of what the world could be if only it became mindful of its failures and did something abut them.

Yesterday, I took a dry erase marker and wrote, "What must be done?" on my bathroom mirror. The question is as clear as its answer. Anything that can be done must be done. Because the revolution is at stake.

I got so wrapped up in my own drama I forgot to celebrate that Interrogating Ideology With  A Chainsaw completed its first year of publication! I'd like to thank you punks for reading, providing encouragement, ruthlessly attacking me on my spelling/grammar, and the horror business for putting out so many interesting flicks. 2014 was crazy year for me. I fought to complete my masters in Social Work just as hard as the professors tried to find reason to fail me. I blogged liked crazy, writing upwards of 20 posts a month. I read over 150 books in 2014 and just completed my 700th book a couple weeks ago. I started dating met some awesome women. I moved into my apartment. Near singlehandedly carrying every object I own into my apartment. A feat I will not be doing a second time. I've had a good year, in spite of the fascists that have made my life exponentially more difficult than it needs to be.

I'm like a propper adult all of a sudden.

Thanks. You folks rock!

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Dear Zombies - The hiatus that never ends - What scary stuff have you been watching?

See what had happened was... Over the last couple weeks, I was trying to find a way to schedule some blogging into my week and not feel too drained due to the amount of writing I was doing at work. Somewhere in the middle of this scheming I got fired. And fired on fabricated gibberish because a couple people had personal problems they wanted to project on me. The madness was a bit of a hit to the ego that left me pretty furious. I'm on my way to something better.

Finally settled into my apartment in the city and terrified that I'd go homeless blogging took a back seat to me finding a backup plan. Combing the internet for work and endlessly out online applications for jobs I don't particularly want. After a couple days of scouring the internet for jobs I have a couple interviews lined up.

After I secure a paycheck, again. I promise I will return to the internet and let out some philosophical rants. Altho I took a break from horror to catch up on some TV shows, I will get back on the scary and start working on something soon.

What have you been watching? I find the beginning of the year normally pretty bleakly free of blood and guts. I'm itching for something creepy.

Sunday, January 4, 2015

Top 10 Philosophically Relevant Horror Movies Of 2014

It was the bloodiest of times, it was the most exhausting of times. Racial strife hit the fan in Fergeson. Israel Genociding Palatine, again. Obama and Putin couldn’t find the time, as hard as they tried, to set their differences aside and relieve their international sexual tension. Along the way horror flicks splattered the screen or, sadly, discarded to direct to video releases. Looking over the list of horror releases for 2014 I am hard pressed to find a theme, outside a renewed interested in the occult and a renewed need put the fear of Jesus in the hearts of the masses. Between found footage and pseudo-religious morality tales 2014 brought us a few special flicks that I know will be lining my blu ray shelf. We also saw the widespread proliferation of horror TV shows. But most importantly 2014 brought you this guy. izombiheartzoey – the only horror philosopher on the internet!

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Grimm Love (2006) Or If Only Romeo And Juliet Were Cannibals?

Many films and books have explored love. The iconic tribute of solidarity to the binary. The relationship that rubs against the spirit and brings forth something deeper and primal. From love we get this connection that seems to incorporate transcendence and destiny. There is a sense in which what love brings to the surface always-already should more than its trivial material reality. Love is already more then it’s base existence. But, there is a radical absurdity in staking a claim on a singular entity, why this one and not others? While this ring on this chick? Why is there this wife rather than another or none at all? Upon even the most basic inspection love is not able to hold its ground. Love thrives in this contradictory dialectic. The bond that love creates calls into question the very reality that it exists in. Once in love, the lover’s world is twitter-painted. A vibrant shroud covers the world. Meaning springs forth from the meaningless. A tree or a park bench passed on the morning commute get pulled into re-justifying transcendence. Objects and entities are dislodged from their context and redistributed along a new context. All that you know of the world revolves around the significant other. The world stays in place but means something very different. Because love becomes all we come to think we need. But what if our love is a love for the obliteration of love? What if rather than a love expressed through cherishing one is compelled to consume one's object of affection?