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So I can’t believe I’m writing about Rocky Horror Picture Show, because this movie used to be such a huge phobia of mine.  I know that this probably seems weird, or at least over-reactionary, but it has to do with a particular incident from my youth.

When I was growing up, late-elementary-school-ish (the exact timing when this happened isn’t as important as how), my dad and stepmom were watching the film with a couple of friends of theirs who had come over for dinner and to visit.  All the adults were draped over various living room seating glued to the oversized television.

This wasn’t atypical, and my stepsister and I would pass through on occasion as the adults were watching movies.  Sometimes we’d flop around ourselves and join in the voyeurism.  Movies were my father’s life, they offered up some alternate reality in contrast to his illness, which kept him housebound.  So the television was always on, either as a focus or as background noise.  Mostly campy B-rated sci-fi movies abounded with other weirdness and pop culture thrown in.

But in this particular incident, the adults were engaging with the Rocky Horror movie itself, even more than the usual pun-induced banter.  They all acted all together in response to certain scenes, in an orchestrated way, as if they were part of the script.  The result was both alienating and a little frightening, like some in-crowd joke that I was too young to understand, and from what little I caught of the screen, said joke seemed to be of a sexual nature.

So I was avoiding the entourage, a bit more than usual, while also trying to catch glimpses of whatever it was that had their attention.  You know, passing through the living room en route to the kitchen for a glass of tea, or another, or to use the bathroom, or looking for one of the cats to bother… the usual kid lurker stuff.

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I happened to be thusly passing through the room when the scene of Rocky’s creation captured my attention.  Between seeing his half-naked, gold spandexed frame playing off of Frank N Furter’s gender-bending glory, I was entranced.  I stood there bug-eyed, mouth agape, and just stared.  That is, until my parents’ friend pointed me out for it, directing all the eyeballs in the room to rest upon me in my bewildered strange sexual awakening.

I was horrified.  I instantly retreated from the room and made a mental note to never ever watch the film under any circumstances, so as to not appear so hypnotized by whatever it was that had captured me.  For.  Over.  Twenty.  Years.  Despite posing nude within my figure-drawing group, making artworks utilizing my own menstrual blood as media, and showing my works in erotically charged and socio-politically themed exhibitions.  That particular movie remained off-limits.

Fast forward… a photographer friend of mine was giddy with anticipation.  Her son was going to be playing Frank N. Furter in the live action version of the film at the local community college and she was inviting everyone she knew.  She got me two free tickets, and good seats at that.  I had to overcome my irrational childhood fear.  I had to give myself over to my vulnerability.

I don’t remember much of the show itself except that my fears were irrational and I rather enjoyed it.  My friend’s son did a brilliant portrayal, capturing the character beautifully.  The show was totally up my alley based on my sense of humor, spectacle, and love of 4th wall breaking cinema and writing.  It was an experience, and a pleasant one at that.

There was even a young girl in attendance, of about the same age I had been when I first encountered the film, there with her parents and gleefully part of the proceeding.  Her parents explained that Rocky Horror Picture Show was her favorite movie, and I could easily picture myself as that girl in another time and place.  It wasn’t even a stretch considering the fact that I had a thing for Tim Curry and my favorite movie was Clue.

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And, even more importantly, it got me talking to my partner about sexual fantasies, fears, and vulnerabilities, which sparked a sexual awakening in our relationship in ways we had not previously known that stayed with us for months afterwards.  In fact, it nearly saved our marriage (though sadly it was doomed to fail due to our having grown apart spiritually and emotionally, and no amount of physicality was going to repair that).

So I guess I’m writing this to point out the incredible power of Rocky Horror Picture Show and its ability to redefine gender and sensuality according to its terms.  This is the energy that I want to embrace, to encourage, to nurture in some of my own work.  For in the flicker of the cinematic circumstance, we can emerge from our own vulnerabilities to express our true selves on our own terms.  We can shiver with anticipation as we open up the time warp into our own wants and desires, to eschew traditions and roles that we never felt connected with.  And we can revel in sharing that experience with others who feel need to do the same.


The photographs are from more costume-based figure modeling sessions, but I thought we may as well do the Time Warp again again while we’re here. If you want to see some of the previous posts featuring identity costume art, here’s Time Warp 1 and Rock-y the Vote 2… Or feel free to read my other personal essay about The Spooky Dentist

Portrait of myself with dark makeup and crow skull headdress, backlit by the sun.
Portrait of myself with dark makeup and crow skull headdress, backlit by the sun.

And feel free to check out more of Jennifer Weigel’s work here on Haunted MTL or here on her website.

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Jennifer Weigel is a multi-disciplinary mixed media conceptual artist residing in Kansas USA. Weigel utilizes a wide range of media to convey her ideas, including assemblage, drawing, fibers, installation, jewelry, painting, performance, photography, sculpture, video and writing. You can find more of her work at: https://www.jenniferweigelart.com/

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Dexter Original Sin sees Dex’s first date and third kill in The Joy of Killing

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Episode six of Dexter Original Sin brings us Dex’s third kill, making him officially a serial killer.

Yay!

The story

This episode dealt with many things. The first, and clearly most interesting, is the kidnapping of Nicky Spencer, the police captain’s son, whom we met a few episodes ago.

This loss has sent the entire police force into an uproar. They need to find the killer fast before Nicky’s found hanging from a bridge.

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Unfortunately, Harry’s still on the sidelines for this one, after horribly messing up the case against Levi Reed. He’s instead working with LaGuerta in a case regarding a dead homeless man. Despite the different victims, types of death, and the fact that they don’t appear to be related at all. Except that Dexter believes they are. They are, in fact, the first murderers of a blossoming serial killer. Just like him.

Before Dex can lean into this investigation, though, he’s drug along on a double date with Deb, Sophia and Gio. And here, we see the first shadows of danger from Gio. Shadows that will almost certainly turn into a monster.

Patrick Gibson and Raquel Justice in Dexter Original Sin.

What worked

I would first like to acknowledge that, despite my irritations, Gellar did well in this episode. She didn’t have Whedon’like one-liners. She didn’t exist to give snappy comebacks with a side of girl boss.

She looked as though she’d aged. She was serious. She behaved like a real person who felt terrible about what was happening.

And, just to shout out the costume department, she looked washed out. Yes, that is a good thing. Let me explain.

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White is not a good color on her. At least not that shade. It made her look bad. This is not something that Sarah Michelle Gellar would choose to wear.

But it is something that Tanya Martin would choose to wear. And I love that. I love when shows and movies let people look bad because they’re more interested in being true to the character and not focusing on everyone looking as hot as possible at all times.

I also want to discuss Gio, Deb’s boyfriend.

Gio scares me. And I think that most women watching this will feel the same way.

Not girls. Not teenagers or even some young women. But adult women, I’m willing to bet, do not like Gio after this episode.

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It was the scene at the bar. The part where he got in the face of the guy who spilled Deb’s drink. There was danger in that scene. Gio didn’t want an apology. He didn’t want to make sure Deb was okay. He didn’t even want the drink replaced. He wanted a reason to hurt that stranger. Because at that moment he was furious. And the only way to handle that fury for him was pain.

Gio is a very dangerous man. I’ll be very surprised if this season doesn’t end with Dexter having to take him out.

What didn’t work

At this point, we have a lot going on. We have Nicky’s kidnapping. We have Dexter finding himself as a serial killer. We have the flashback storyline with Laura and Harry. We have the dangerous Gio and the likely in-danger Sophia. And we have these murders of drifters and homeless people that the team is now investigating.

Christian Slater and Christina Milian in Dexter Original Sin.

That’s a lot. It’s more than what can be followed comfortably. And that doesn’t even consider the one or two-episode arches like Levi, Nurse Mary or Tony Ferrer. A lot is going on, and a lot to keep track of. And it’s hard to believe, seeing what we’ve seen from this franchise and knowing what we know about how they handle endings, that these are all going to have satisfying endings. Especially since I haven’t heard anything about a season two.

We have four episodes left in this season, and I am expecting the storylines to start heating up. As of right now, we have way too many that don’t have enough to do with each other. But as we get closer to episode ten, I would expect these loose threads to knot together and form a noose around the neck of our dashing Dexter.

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3.5 out of 5 stars (3.5 / 5)

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Review: Pater Noster and the Mission of Light (2024)

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Disclaimer: This film was given as a screener for the review use of HauntedMTL. You can find more information about PATER NOSTER AND THE MISSION OF LIGHT HERE or buy it on Amazon HERE.

A few years ago, I was talking with a friend and we got on the subject of meditation. I was just getting into it and was looking for some insight. 

She’s a smart and well-rounded person, so when she recommended a meditation retreat, I was curious. She described a scenic, rural meditation center within Michigan that hosted weekend-long retreats. Especially silence retreats, where no one speaks at all and meditates for most of the day.

Being a podcast co-host/egoist who loves the sound of their own voice, I was fascinated by the challenge. Perhaps, I, too, could be one of those people who could go without talking for a weekend and become a smart and well-rounded person like her. Perhaps, I, too, could find enlightenment and all that shit.

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So, I poked around the website of the retreat and I found something interesting…Music. There on the website were songs created by the meditation teachers. You could even buy their CDs.

“But Brannyk,” you must be thinking, “What does weird meditation music have to do with PATER NOSTER AND THE MISSION OF LIGHT?”

Well, everything.

THE PLOT OF PATER NOSTER AND THE MISSION OF LIGHT

Max (Adara Starr) is a happy-go-lucky and go-with-the flow hipster who works at Hear Kitty Records with boss Sam (Morgan Shaley Renew) and co-worker Gretchen (Shelby Lois Guinn). As she says, “I go where the music takes me.” This proves especially true as a regular comes in with one of the rarest records from Pater Noster and the Mission of Light. 

Created by a commune in the 1970’s, this illusive group created multiple albums, most which were lost to time when the group mysteriously disappeared. Now their records are worth thousands, including the very last album they created, said to be cursed. With only four copies made, those who got their hands on the final album supposedly went insane or died. 

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When Max is miraculously able to get her hands on all copies – all except that last elusive album – she and her friends (including the lovely Sanethia Dresch and the hilarious Joshua R. Outzen) will go to all lengths to find that missing record. Soon they’re tangled in a web of mysticism, music and murder. Will they be able to find out the secrets of the mysterious Pater Noster (Mike Amason) and the Mission of Light in time or will this adventure be their swansong?

Sam and her friends follow a high member of the Pater Noster
(Still from Pater Noster and the Mission of Light)

THOUGHTS ON PATER NOSTER AND THE MISSION OF LIGHT

Pater Noster is a strange little gem of a film by writer/director/producer/cinematographer/editor, Christopher Bickel. It’s a love letter to music, records and the weirdos who love underground music. It’s also a strange love letter to the cults who made music in that weird and wonderful time of the 1960’s and 1970’s. 

Much like Mandy, there’s a surrealist atmosphere of the cult. Unlike Mandy, the film is gritty and filthy. You rub it between your fingers and there’s sweat and dead skin. It’s manic, raw energy. It’s a bad trip you can’t come down from. A nightmare which you cannot wake. It smells like vomit and fungus-ridden bowling shoes. It’s the worst hangover you’ve ever had.

Sam is tripping out with visions
(Still from Pater Noster and the Mission of Light or my typical Tuesday night)

And I mean all this in the best of ways. 

The cinematography is an homage to indie films of the 70’s, looking like it was made on super 8 film and sold at an estate sale after being forgotten for years. The effects and makeup are beautifully practical, veering from subtle to ball-to-the-walls, literally puking up your guts. The shit that the crew was able to get away with in terms of action and effects is incredibly inspiring. It easily feels like this is a bigger budget film.

The acting is fantastic for the most part. Joshua R. Outzen as Jay Sin is so funny and honest with his performance. Sanethia Dresch is endearing as Sam’s friend/roommate, and film enthusiast. Morgan Shaley Renew as Sam’s boss is very charming as being like a mother hen for the group. Mike Amason as the eponymous Pater Noster is perfect casting, being able to make the switch from kindly old man to fearsome cult leader .

(Still of Pater Noster aka the worst Santa at Xmas)

However, I had a hard time getting a read on Max (Adara Starr). She’s just always so happy and go-with-the-flow. Perhaps a bit naive. And maybe that’s the point. She “goes where the music takes her” and there’s little else that motivates her.

The story is clean-cut and follows a simple, but concise narrative. That’s not a bad thing, either. In fact, I prefer the simplicity. It has a clear progression and rising tension. There’s very little to detract from the story or distract the viewer. It’s smartly edited and the pacing is perfect, never meandering off and never throwing everything at you all at once. 

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The ending is gruesome, chaotic and incredibly satisfying. The finale is beautifully and grotesquely shot. There’s a special balance of avoiding showing too much or not enough, especially with gore and body horror. There’s an art to cutting action just right to make sure the audience is aware of what’s happening, but adding to the tension of the scene. Thankfully, Bickel nailed it with PATER NOSTER AND THE MISSION OF LIGHT. 

(Still from Pater Noster and the Mission of Light)

BRAINROLL JUICE:

I have a longer Brainroll Juice for this one (RIP SEO readability), so I’ve set it into two parts – History of Music and Religion and the Cults in the US during the 1960’s-1970’s. Of course, these are just super brief overviews of each and I’m no expert. But I thought it would help with some of the context of my review and also PATER NOSTER AND THE MISSION OF LIGHT.

History of Music and Religion

Religion and spirituality have been intertwined with music since perhaps the dawn of time. 

The great goddess Kubile/Cybele was a huge proponent of using music and dance for healing, mental health and spirituality. Dionysus often had raves that lead to prophesies, healings and sexy times.

Meanwhile, the Assyrians used music as a war cry under Ishtar, looking for victory to the beat of cymbals, drums and war-pipes. The Egyptian goddess Isis is said to have created the sistrum (which looks like a wicked torture device). And worshipers of the child-sacrifice-friendly god, Baal-Moloch had priests singing hymns of praise during rituals and sacrifices. 

Brutal meme but it has pater noster saying brutal
(Exhibit B of why Brannyk takes so long to write reviews)

In India, the role of music was relegated to temples, using drums, conches and flutes as instruments to honor the gods. Music was integral in worship and tapping into the realm of the divine. Guy L. Beck explains in Sacred Sound: Experiencing Music in World Religion, “As Brahman pervaded the entire universe, including the human soul at its core, the notion of sacred sound as manifested through chant and music provided a veritable thread binding the human realm to the divine.”

Guru Nanak, the founder of Sikhism, taught through shabads. These were devotional hymns and mantras of the religion, of which many still survive to this day. 

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And of course, from my boy Rumi, there are the Mawlawīyah, the whirling dervishes, who dance in a religious mystic fervor to prayers and music. 

Not to be beat, in the Abrahamic religions’ history, God and music are nearly inseparable. Joshua’s trumpets brought down the walls of Jericho; King David’s wrote and performed numerous psalms; Miriam (Moses’ sister) led a victory song and dance party to celebrate their freedom from the pharaoh.

Obviously, this is a very, very brief overview, but it shows the cultural significance of music of spirituality. Music is an incredibly human and old form of expression, dating back around 40,000 years ago. Songs carry power, our history, spirituality, good omens, and warnings. It’s part of our culture and social learning. We weld our songs reverently, dangerously, softly and loudly. 

It’s amazing to think that music today holds just as much joy, expression and spirituality as it did when we as humans didn’t have a written language yet. 

Cults in the US during the 1960’s-1970’s

Well, here’s the other half of Bickel’s love letter. 

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During the rise of religions/cults of the 1960’s and 1970’s, particularly within the United States, music was also critical in their teachings and appeal. Through civil unrest, the rise of drug culture, search for personal identity and the global access to new religions of the East, the American youth sought answers to larger questions. They sought community. Conviction. A place to belong.

From the Beatles getting hippie-dippy with Hare Krishna, to the Helter Skelter of Charles Manson, music and cults also intertwined within this chaotic period.

Cults frequently used music as a means to communicate, to prophesize, to heal and to convert. It’s easy to feel like you belong when you know all the words of the songs and the steps to the dance. You feel like you’re in the “in-group”. Like you, yourself, are part of something larger.

Pater Noster high leader showing their hippie bus
(Still from Pater Noster – a cool group bus! Score!)

On the Children of God’s website, it states that, “the Children of God became famous as their original music gained popularity when their bands landed recording contracts and big-stage performances, particularly in France and Brazil. From radical rock-style songs denouncing the hypocrisy of the establishment of the day, to heart-touching folk ballads about God′s love, original music became a prominent feature of the movement′s outreach and culture.” They even have a playlist.

The Unification Church (aka the Moonies) have a YouTube channel full of songs, including karaoke versions (worst karaoke party ever). 

Bickel created a film that encapsulates the fervor of music and the (sometimes) dangerous allure of spirituality/cults. The quest to find answers and our meaning in the universe. The love of music and its hold on the human soul. The aching desire to be connected with others, with the self, with some kind of higher plane or answer to our questions. 

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Sam goes where the music takes her; her religion is music. Her worship is through the collection of these records, regardless of the danger associated with it. Not only does she go willingly into the den of Pater Noster, but follows without any suspicion or hesitation.

Pater Noster and the Mission of Light is enticing, with its cheery psychedelic songs, wrapped up in mysticism and mystery. And Bickel showcases this incredibly human desire for something more, for cosmic connection through harmony (literal and metaphorical), and its consequences.

girls with flowers, offering them to the viewer. there's a sinister look to their smiles and eyes.
(Still from Pater Noster and the Mission of Light)

BOTTOMLINE:

It’s Ghost World meets Mandy but dropped on the bloody floor of a mosh pit. 5 out of 5 stars (5 / 5)

PS – Herb Alpert’s Whipped Cream is a FINE album

References:

Treitler, Leo. “History and Music.” New Literary History, vol. 21, no. 2, 1990, pp. 299–319. JSTOR, https://doi.org/10.2307/469254. Accessed 5 Jan. 2025.

Martens, Frederick H. “The Influence of Music in World History.” The Musical Quarterly, vol. 11, no. 2, 1925, pp. 196–218. JSTOR, http://www.jstor.org/stable/738578. Accessed 5 Jan. 2025.

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Hansen, Greg (2008) “Sacred Sound: Experiencing Music in World Religions. by Guy L. Beck, editor,” BYU Studies Quarterly: Vol. 47: Iss. 1, Article 16. https://scholarsarchive.byu.edu/byusq/vol47/iss1/16

McLeod, William Hewat and Nangia, Tamanna. “Guru Nanak”. Encyclopedia Britannica, 1 Jan. 2025, https://www.britannica.com/biography/Guru-Nanak. Accessed 5 January 2025.

Britannica, The Editors of Encyclopaedia. “Mawlawīyah”. Encyclopedia Britannica, 15 May. 2012, https://www.britannica.com/topic/Mawlawiyah. Accessed 5 January 2025.

Killin, A. (2018). The origins of music: Evidence, theory, and prospects. Music & Science, 1. https://doi.org/10.1177/2059204317751971

Paglia, Camille. “Cults and Cosmic Consciousness: Religious Vision in the American 1960s.” Arion: A Journal of Humanities and the Classics, vol. 10, no. 3, 2003, pp. 57–111. JSTOR, http://www.jstor.org/stable/20163901. Accessed 5 Jan. 2025.

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Goosebumps, The Vanishing Comes in Hot With Don’t Go In The Basement

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Goosebumps is back with season two, The Vanishing. All eight episodes dropped yesterday, January 10th.

Today, we’re talking about episode one, Stay Out of The Basement Part 1. This episode gets its title from the second of the original Goosebumps series. How much else does it get from this source material? Let’s find out.

The story

Our story begins in 1994, with a group of teens planning to spend the night in an abandoned building called Gravesend. And we are surely made aware that it is indeed Ye Olde 1994 with Beastie Boys blaring and references to X Files. Thank you, show writers, for making me feel as old as possible as quickly as possible.

For reference, the flashbacks from season one took place in 1993. I don’t know if these two stories exist in the same universe, but it stands to reason they do. So it couldn’t hurt to keep track of a timeline.

The teens’ plans are ruined when one of them, a boy named Matty, is infected with some horrific thing that seems to melt him before the very eyes of his friends.

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We then cut to 2024, where our story really begins. Two kids, Cece and Devin Brewer, are coming to spend the summer with their dad, Anthony. Anthony is Matty’s younger brother. He is now an adult and excited to have his twins spending the summer with him. He only has one rule for them.

Don’t go in the basement.

As it turns out, nothing in the basement will hurt the kids. Until Devin and Cece end up in Gravesend, and accidentally bring home the exact entity that killed their uncle thirty years ago.

What worked

The first thing that stood out to me was the connections that Cece and Devin have to this town, while still being outsiders.

David Schwimmer, Sam McCarthy and Jayden Bartels in Goosebumps The Vanishing.

Their dad, Anthony, lives there full-time. And while the twins seem to spend some time there, they really haven’t in years. This puts them in a liminal position of being both newcomers and having ties to the place. They know some people, but not most of their peers. But everyone knows their family, because of the tragic death of their uncle. This is a good way to have some flexible characters. They are both from there and not from there. It works.

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I also liked that this first episode has clear ties to the book it’s named for, while not being bound to it. In Don’t Go In The Basement, the kids have to save their father, Mr. Brewer, from the terrifying plant clone trying to take over his life. (Sorry for the spoiler. But the book did come out over thirty years ago.)

While this storyline is going to inspire at least some of our storyline, it’s clear that we’re going to go far above and beyond that. I appreciate that we’re keeping the integrity of the source material, while not being shackled to it.

Finally, I like that Anthony seems like a good dad. He’s worried about his kids. He’s excited to spend time with them. He’s quick to not involve them in fights with his ex, their mom. When he asks them not to go in the basement, he then takes them down to show them that he’s not hiding anything, it’s just not a safe place for them. All good dad points. Even better, we see that Devin goes to his dad when he’s scared. We get the feeling that Anthony would have listened to him if he hadn’t been fending off a homicidal vine at the time.

What didn’t work

I only have one complaint about this first episode. In the very beginning, we see the death of Matty. But, it’s really fast.

Not that I wanted to see a teenager suffer, but we see his face go dark and melt so fast, you’ll blink if you miss it.

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For one thing, that lets the viewer off too easy. This is our first dark moment. It should be a little slower. We should focus on the fear and anguish for a few more moments. Especially since this death is going to be the cornerstone of our story for the season.

While I am disappointed that this means we were in fact left on that terrible cliffhanger from season one, I’m happy with how this season is starting. The characters are interesting, the story is dark, and I’m excited to see how it plays out.

4 out of 5 stars (4 / 5)

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