Bon Cop Bad Cop
plot: When a man's dead body is found on the boarder of both Ontario and Quebec, literally, detectives from both provinces are brought in to share the case, and find themselves at the head of a serial killer targeting members of the National Hockey League.
This is a 2006 crime drama comedy starring Patrick Huard and Colm Feore.
It is one of a few films that is completely bilingual, switching rapidly back and forth between English and French.
I needed subtitles, cause I don't speak a lick of French. The dvd does however, allow you to choose if you want the main dialogue in one language or the other, or if you do not want any subtitles at all.
I love this film. It's a forced to work together cop buddy films. The fact that Rick Mercer has a small role as a "Don Cherry" type character just adds to the inside jokes.
There are moments where it's a bit over the top in the humour, like when they break into a suspects house and trip a security alarm that blows up the marijuana plants and the one cop has to crawl out under an overturned bathtub, causing himself and his partner to get high.
Or the running jokes of each yelling at the other to speak their language for the first half of the film.
I eagerly await the sequel.
Monday, July 6, 2015
The Nosferatu Adventures s9 p1
The Nosferatu Adventures
page 225, chapter 225
2023
Rolf's Kingdom...
"You must be Max..." the sentence rolled off Harker's tongue in a single breath as the dark haired pirate leaned against the wall just behind Reuben, his arms crossed over his chest causing his leather jacket to make noise.
"Who are you? I don't know you?" the dark haired male said as he took a step closer, little William clinging to his neck still.
"No. But I know all about you." he cast his eyes down not sure how he felt about the whole thing. "The one who staked his claim pardon the pun, on Nosferatu before Reuben had any chance to convince her to come home. Clearly you got what you were after." he gestured towards the little boy.
Maxwell grinned licking his lips. "Nice to know I've been the topic of conversation." he placed a hand on his chest before adjusting the boy on his hip.
"No. Not really." Harker remarked under his breath. Closing his eyes again he raised his chin turning towards Reuben. "Is he alright?" Reuben nodded turning towards his reluctant friend, letting Harker run his knuckle gently across the auburn haired eight year old's cheek. "Well then, I guess I'll head back to my research."
"Research?" Maxwell's attention was still half on them half taken by the room itself as he walked around with William still clinging to him.
"Yes, I have a personal library filled with books no one reads." he clasped his hands together bowing slightly. "I'm lucky that witch let's me have pee breaks...so infuriating." he turned heading back down the hall.
"Witch?" Maxwell asked tilting closer to the throne running one hand across the velvet.
"He's inherited a reflective position as of late." the dark haired male said giggling. "He's a magick mirror."
"I take it he didn't ask for the job?"
"No one asks to be a magick mirror. Being forced to stay home all the time." he sniffed. "The pack had some run ins with a pretty powerful sea witch over the years, and at one point, she took it out on him." Reuben shrugged. "Plagued his crew for months, cursing them, hexing them. After awhile, Harker tried to get some revenge. Didn't work. He accidentally broke her magick mirror in the process. As punishment, the sea goddess Yemaya, told him he needed to take the place of the librarian for this generation."
"Why not just make a new mirror for the old librarian to use? It is just a mirror."
"Where's the punishment in that? She could have easily killed him for attempting to kill the sea witch. But to be honest, I think either Loki or Bacchus intervened. Talked her into just grounding him." Reuben put his hand on the eight year old's hair half amused half displeased with the fact he was staring at them, one fist clinging to Reuben's belt while the other hand started to flex and unflex at his side. Then the little boy raised his right hand squinted and pointed at them both mumbling under his breath. "Hey! What have I told you about that!" The little auburn haired eight year old put his hand down, sheepishly looking at the floor. "No spells unless your life is in danger."
"Why? The intervening I mean not the spells part." Maxwell asked shifting his weight so that little William would relax his grip around the werewolf's neck. Reuben smirked rubbing a hand over his beard.
"They owe this pack a few." he said squinting.
"But...he's not even a werewolf."
"But his brother is." Reuben let out a deep breath telling the auburn haired boy to go find his uncle Rolf, waiting until he was out of ear shot before continuing. "Nosferatu's sire."
"Aren't you curious as to why I'm here?" Maxwell asked spotting the toys still on the floor, allowing William to sit and play with them.
"Not in the slightest, just waiting for you to hop back through." Reuben said crossing his arms over his chest, taking a stance, blocking the doorway completely to the rest of the castle.
"She's turned. On us. The packs, Vlad, the kids..."
"Kids?" Reuben's voice cracked causing him to clear his throat.
"It's that Edmund guy. The second he showed up, Nosferatu...well let's just say she's been under his spell for the last few years."
"Kids? I'm still waiting here." Reuben sniffed feeling the very pit of his stomach begin to curdle with a sourness.
"He safe here?" Maxwell asked gesturing towards the little boy. "I don't want to talk in front..." Reuben whistled Tombstone appearing suddenly.
"Guard him." The hellhound snorted but walked over to the new boy, sniffing him wildly before plunking himself down beside him. Reuben nodded in the direction of the hallway, Maxwell following as they turned at a set of large doors, Reuben stopped putting his hand out on the other werewolf's chest. "Talk."
"After you all left, Loki returned for awhile. Couple of months actually. They fought constantly."
"Well she does bring the best out in men." he mindlessly scratched at his beard.
"She refused to have another werewolf claim her. Even married Vlad can you believe it!"
"Wouldn't expect anything less. Continue." Reuben's chocolate brown puppy dog eyes sparkled as he heard that. He knew our heroine better then she knew herself sometimes. Something in him just couldn't see her willingly giving up a chance with Dracula for anyone. He ran his hands through his long dark hair, sniffing back a giggle.
"Vlad disappeared a few months after that. Just before a full moon. It triggered the ritual, Jacob claimed her, and she got pregnant."
"Just like that? No mystical magickal from Loki...just normal..."
"Yeah, just normally the old fashioned way. She hated him for it. Bitch ripped him to shreds one night, out in the open in front of the rest of his pack. Literally, tore his arm clean off..." Reuben shook his head as he listened, thinking she was so much like her sire. "Left him on a pike in the middle of the woods like Vlad used to do. Said it was a warning to any pack members that she wouldn't be claimed again."
"And how'd that work for you?" Reuben shifted his weight from one foot to the other the bad feeling in his stomach getting worse.
"Loki returned. He did something to myself and two other pack alphas, reached into us, removed something. Next thing we know, she had a litter." Maxwell brought his hand up to his chest making a clawing gesture.
"And she survived the birth? They survived?" the feeling expanded into his chest up into his throat, causing Reuben to swallow hard, his eyes watering with nausea.
"Yes. All four of the young werewolves survived the birth. But...she wasn't her anymore. And that's when this Edmund showed up. The second he did, she turned on everyone. He said she was his dead wife and she was just completely taken in by him. Something to do with that old spellbook she carried around all the time." Maxwell leaned back at the waist his shoulders hitting the wall. "Vlad returned to the castle, talking about the portal and a visit from Bacchus. They fought, and I mean swords, spells, silver tipped arrows, fought. Edmund wanted the kingdom and he was using her to get it." Maxwell's eyes became distant as he lowered his voice to a whisper. "That's when she killed them. Vlad's men, the other pack members...I found the old gypsy woman Vlad had been so fond of, had her open the portal send me here. William...he's all that is left of her litter."
"Shack me!" Reuben blinked processing everything he just heard, the nausea still clinging tight in his throat, his ears starting to ring. Pressing his hand flat against the wall, Reuben leaned over, a feeling of vertigo flashing hotly behind his eyes, causing what could only be considered a vision as he gave in to the vomit. He saw Edmund, the first Seer, commanding his covens with Nosferatu at his side.
"You okay?"
Reuben grunted as he flicked his hair out of his face spitting "I better get a mop."
"Let me guess, you just had a skull splitting vision?" Maxwell asked. Reuben nodded. Making a noise, the older werewolf sighed. "William!" he turned heading back into the room only to find little William standing in the doorway with Tombstone beside him, a handful of the hellhounds fur clutched tight in his fist, the beast panting contentedly. "I told you before, not everyone wants to talk to you in that way. If you want to communicate you use a pencil and paper."
"He doesn't talk?" Reuben asked. Maxwell said no as he went over picking the boy back up. "Neither does our little monster. But when he screams..."
"Tell me about it. Who knew banshee children could shatter windows in the next village?" He sniffed little William's hair. "So nephew, I haven't heard you call him by his name yet?"
"Damen...Damen Frankenstein."
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Yes, Damen... no "i" no "o" no extra "a")
page 225, chapter 225
2023
Rolf's Kingdom...
"You must be Max..." the sentence rolled off Harker's tongue in a single breath as the dark haired pirate leaned against the wall just behind Reuben, his arms crossed over his chest causing his leather jacket to make noise.
"Who are you? I don't know you?" the dark haired male said as he took a step closer, little William clinging to his neck still.
"No. But I know all about you." he cast his eyes down not sure how he felt about the whole thing. "The one who staked his claim pardon the pun, on Nosferatu before Reuben had any chance to convince her to come home. Clearly you got what you were after." he gestured towards the little boy.
Maxwell grinned licking his lips. "Nice to know I've been the topic of conversation." he placed a hand on his chest before adjusting the boy on his hip.
"No. Not really." Harker remarked under his breath. Closing his eyes again he raised his chin turning towards Reuben. "Is he alright?" Reuben nodded turning towards his reluctant friend, letting Harker run his knuckle gently across the auburn haired eight year old's cheek. "Well then, I guess I'll head back to my research."
"Research?" Maxwell's attention was still half on them half taken by the room itself as he walked around with William still clinging to him.
"Yes, I have a personal library filled with books no one reads." he clasped his hands together bowing slightly. "I'm lucky that witch let's me have pee breaks...so infuriating." he turned heading back down the hall.
"Witch?" Maxwell asked tilting closer to the throne running one hand across the velvet.
"He's inherited a reflective position as of late." the dark haired male said giggling. "He's a magick mirror."
"I take it he didn't ask for the job?"
"No one asks to be a magick mirror. Being forced to stay home all the time." he sniffed. "The pack had some run ins with a pretty powerful sea witch over the years, and at one point, she took it out on him." Reuben shrugged. "Plagued his crew for months, cursing them, hexing them. After awhile, Harker tried to get some revenge. Didn't work. He accidentally broke her magick mirror in the process. As punishment, the sea goddess Yemaya, told him he needed to take the place of the librarian for this generation."
"Why not just make a new mirror for the old librarian to use? It is just a mirror."
"Where's the punishment in that? She could have easily killed him for attempting to kill the sea witch. But to be honest, I think either Loki or Bacchus intervened. Talked her into just grounding him." Reuben put his hand on the eight year old's hair half amused half displeased with the fact he was staring at them, one fist clinging to Reuben's belt while the other hand started to flex and unflex at his side. Then the little boy raised his right hand squinted and pointed at them both mumbling under his breath. "Hey! What have I told you about that!" The little auburn haired eight year old put his hand down, sheepishly looking at the floor. "No spells unless your life is in danger."
"Why? The intervening I mean not the spells part." Maxwell asked shifting his weight so that little William would relax his grip around the werewolf's neck. Reuben smirked rubbing a hand over his beard.
"They owe this pack a few." he said squinting.
"But...he's not even a werewolf."
"But his brother is." Reuben let out a deep breath telling the auburn haired boy to go find his uncle Rolf, waiting until he was out of ear shot before continuing. "Nosferatu's sire."
"Aren't you curious as to why I'm here?" Maxwell asked spotting the toys still on the floor, allowing William to sit and play with them.
"Not in the slightest, just waiting for you to hop back through." Reuben said crossing his arms over his chest, taking a stance, blocking the doorway completely to the rest of the castle.
"She's turned. On us. The packs, Vlad, the kids..."
"Kids?" Reuben's voice cracked causing him to clear his throat.
"It's that Edmund guy. The second he showed up, Nosferatu...well let's just say she's been under his spell for the last few years."
"Kids? I'm still waiting here." Reuben sniffed feeling the very pit of his stomach begin to curdle with a sourness.
"He safe here?" Maxwell asked gesturing towards the little boy. "I don't want to talk in front..." Reuben whistled Tombstone appearing suddenly.
"Guard him." The hellhound snorted but walked over to the new boy, sniffing him wildly before plunking himself down beside him. Reuben nodded in the direction of the hallway, Maxwell following as they turned at a set of large doors, Reuben stopped putting his hand out on the other werewolf's chest. "Talk."
"After you all left, Loki returned for awhile. Couple of months actually. They fought constantly."
"Well she does bring the best out in men." he mindlessly scratched at his beard.
"She refused to have another werewolf claim her. Even married Vlad can you believe it!"
"Wouldn't expect anything less. Continue." Reuben's chocolate brown puppy dog eyes sparkled as he heard that. He knew our heroine better then she knew herself sometimes. Something in him just couldn't see her willingly giving up a chance with Dracula for anyone. He ran his hands through his long dark hair, sniffing back a giggle.
"Vlad disappeared a few months after that. Just before a full moon. It triggered the ritual, Jacob claimed her, and she got pregnant."
"Just like that? No mystical magickal from Loki...just normal..."
"Yeah, just normally the old fashioned way. She hated him for it. Bitch ripped him to shreds one night, out in the open in front of the rest of his pack. Literally, tore his arm clean off..." Reuben shook his head as he listened, thinking she was so much like her sire. "Left him on a pike in the middle of the woods like Vlad used to do. Said it was a warning to any pack members that she wouldn't be claimed again."
"And how'd that work for you?" Reuben shifted his weight from one foot to the other the bad feeling in his stomach getting worse.
"Loki returned. He did something to myself and two other pack alphas, reached into us, removed something. Next thing we know, she had a litter." Maxwell brought his hand up to his chest making a clawing gesture.
"And she survived the birth? They survived?" the feeling expanded into his chest up into his throat, causing Reuben to swallow hard, his eyes watering with nausea.
"Yes. All four of the young werewolves survived the birth. But...she wasn't her anymore. And that's when this Edmund showed up. The second he did, she turned on everyone. He said she was his dead wife and she was just completely taken in by him. Something to do with that old spellbook she carried around all the time." Maxwell leaned back at the waist his shoulders hitting the wall. "Vlad returned to the castle, talking about the portal and a visit from Bacchus. They fought, and I mean swords, spells, silver tipped arrows, fought. Edmund wanted the kingdom and he was using her to get it." Maxwell's eyes became distant as he lowered his voice to a whisper. "That's when she killed them. Vlad's men, the other pack members...I found the old gypsy woman Vlad had been so fond of, had her open the portal send me here. William...he's all that is left of her litter."
"Shack me!" Reuben blinked processing everything he just heard, the nausea still clinging tight in his throat, his ears starting to ring. Pressing his hand flat against the wall, Reuben leaned over, a feeling of vertigo flashing hotly behind his eyes, causing what could only be considered a vision as he gave in to the vomit. He saw Edmund, the first Seer, commanding his covens with Nosferatu at his side.
"You okay?"
Reuben grunted as he flicked his hair out of his face spitting "I better get a mop."
"Let me guess, you just had a skull splitting vision?" Maxwell asked. Reuben nodded. Making a noise, the older werewolf sighed. "William!" he turned heading back into the room only to find little William standing in the doorway with Tombstone beside him, a handful of the hellhounds fur clutched tight in his fist, the beast panting contentedly. "I told you before, not everyone wants to talk to you in that way. If you want to communicate you use a pencil and paper."
"He doesn't talk?" Reuben asked. Maxwell said no as he went over picking the boy back up. "Neither does our little monster. But when he screams..."
"Tell me about it. Who knew banshee children could shatter windows in the next village?" He sniffed little William's hair. "So nephew, I haven't heard you call him by his name yet?"
"Damen...Damen Frankenstein."
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Yes, Damen... no "i" no "o" no extra "a")
Saturday, July 4, 2015
Theme week part 3-Clearly Canadian
WolfCop
plot: Small town cop Lou Garou, is called in to investigate a bunch of disturbances in the woods on the edge of town and is kidnapped. He wakes up the next morning with a pentagram carved into his chest and only flashes of memory. He is then called in to investigate a murder in the woods. Once there, he realizes he saw the victim the night before while having been kidnapped. This happens to be the night of the full moon, and he turns into a werewolf. His best friend who owns the gun shop, has been researching werewolf mythology and convinces him to let him help, by locking him up for the night in the police station, only they get a call about a robbery. The two then head out to stop the crime in progress. Before the night is over, Lou gets kidnapped again, and we learn he was made a werewolf by a group of occultist changelings who want his blood.
This is a 2014 comedy horror starring Leo Fafard and Jesse Moss
There are a couple of nods to other movies/shows in the genre, Ginger Snaps trilogy being the obvious with actor Jesse Moss being in both films, and the peeing blood scene which is similar to GS as well, as the line about "you may or may not start to get your period".
The style of the wolfman costume is just that, like the old throwbacks to the classic Wolfman starring Lon Chaney, and even the one similar in Monster Squad which was played by Jonathan Gries. With real stunts and practical effects. I do love a movie that goes through the trouble and time to do make-up/prop effects. There just isn't enough movies doing things this way anymore.
And there is just a small nod to Teen Wolf, with some of the car scenes...no he doesn't truck surf...but he does have his "wolf mobile".
The fact the lead character's name is Lou Garou, which is a play on the French version of werewolf or wolf man (loups garoux, loup-garou) was genius.
This picks some of the best pieces of previous werewolf culture and mixes in just enough of an original idea that it's more then enjoyable. I do love a movie that has a fresh take on things, and the addition of the other type of shapeshifters is new.
I can't wait for the sequel.
plot: Small town cop Lou Garou, is called in to investigate a bunch of disturbances in the woods on the edge of town and is kidnapped. He wakes up the next morning with a pentagram carved into his chest and only flashes of memory. He is then called in to investigate a murder in the woods. Once there, he realizes he saw the victim the night before while having been kidnapped. This happens to be the night of the full moon, and he turns into a werewolf. His best friend who owns the gun shop, has been researching werewolf mythology and convinces him to let him help, by locking him up for the night in the police station, only they get a call about a robbery. The two then head out to stop the crime in progress. Before the night is over, Lou gets kidnapped again, and we learn he was made a werewolf by a group of occultist changelings who want his blood.
This is a 2014 comedy horror starring Leo Fafard and Jesse Moss
There are a couple of nods to other movies/shows in the genre, Ginger Snaps trilogy being the obvious with actor Jesse Moss being in both films, and the peeing blood scene which is similar to GS as well, as the line about "you may or may not start to get your period".
The style of the wolfman costume is just that, like the old throwbacks to the classic Wolfman starring Lon Chaney, and even the one similar in Monster Squad which was played by Jonathan Gries. With real stunts and practical effects. I do love a movie that goes through the trouble and time to do make-up/prop effects. There just isn't enough movies doing things this way anymore.
And there is just a small nod to Teen Wolf, with some of the car scenes...no he doesn't truck surf...but he does have his "wolf mobile".
The fact the lead character's name is Lou Garou, which is a play on the French version of werewolf or wolf man (loups garoux, loup-garou) was genius.
This picks some of the best pieces of previous werewolf culture and mixes in just enough of an original idea that it's more then enjoyable. I do love a movie that has a fresh take on things, and the addition of the other type of shapeshifters is new.
I can't wait for the sequel.
Thursday, July 2, 2015
The Nosferatu Adventures s8 p24
The Nosferatu Adventures
page 224, chapter 224
1462
"So, how are you feeling?" Loki's voice was nothing more then a hushed whisper as our heroine entered her bedroom to find the dark haired god stretched out on her bed. He batted at the fringes of the large curtained tapestries.
"My boobs hurt all the time, but otherwise spiffy. Yourself?" she closed the large wooden door, not wanting any of the servants to see him. Loki patted the bed beside him. "I would ask if that was an invitation, but knowing you I know better." she crossed her arms giving her boobs a lift. The god made a clicking noise with his tongue winking at her.
"You ready to go?"
"Go where?"
"Back to 2015. Where your pack is, where your sire is, where your son is..."
"Your son. I was just the carry on luggage he hid in while he crossed the border. Me..." she shrugged making a duck bill. "I'm fine right where I am. No passport." She gasped for air as the god waved his hand then made a gesture like he was tugging her towards him on an invisible rope, causing our heroine to glide towards him as if on a conveyor belt.
"That trick never gets old." he winked again tilting his head to the side patting the bed once more. Our heroine grunted as she flopped onto the mattress, unable to reclaim control of her limbs. "Now that's what I call curb appeal." he growled running his hand down his stomach locking his fingers together. "You don't want to go home." He shrugged. "That's fine. Really. The boy doesn't need a mother he can just be an orphan. I mean, male lycanthropes have been raising their kids alone for centuries. Why should this be any different. Besides there is double the amount of werewolves here for you to shack up with." he said it all with a straight face as he began petting the top of her hair. "Packs!" he let the word form like a hiss. "Two of them." Loki trailed his palm down our heroine's spine, as he leaned in quick grabbing her, pulling her down beside him on the bed. "Now that we know you'll survive the birth any one of those beasts will be lining up for their prize. Keep it single births of course, at lest for the next few years, then gradually let you start having liters." The dark haired god brought his left hand up behind his head as he continued to tease the female with his other arm, which was wrapped around her tight, his thumb making small circles on her hip.
She tried to move from him, but he grabbed a hold of the back of her neck, digging his nails into her pale flesh enough to cause her to bleed. "What? Did you think I was done with you?" Loki snickered. "The experiment worked. A banshee gave birth to a werewolf. That's talent." He leaned in just a centimeter licking her from the edge of her collar bone to her ear. "And I want some more." he rolled over, pinning her to the bed, straddling her. "Enough for a whole hockey team."
The god let out a deep sigh as he started to toss miniature green orbs at her watching them bounce off her face, her neck, her chest before disappearing. "And I think...I think we should do this the old fashioned way." he let the orbs grow from the size of peas to the size of grapes, still tossing them at her. "Let some of the other bloodlines expand. So who's it going to be? You going to be the mate of the pack alpha of the Oakens, or the Blacksmiths or...one of the other seventy or so packs out there you've never met?"
"I will not."
"Wrong answer." he snarled as he leaned over biting a chunk out of her neck, the blood filling his mouth in a gush as it sprayed them both, splattering on the wall for the briefest of seconds before her wound closed up. "Healing even quicker then before. Your body is adapting even as we speak."
"I'm not going to do it."
"You don't get it. This is what you were designed for. My bloodline, Bach's bloodline." he clapped his hands together sounding like thunder. "In one female. One beast that can not die. Strong enough to survive being a werewolf. To survive giving birth to the very things that sired you. You breed for me and then when it's Bach's turn to play with you, you bleed for him. Done deal."
2023
Rolf's Kingdom...
The auburn haired boy sat at the stairs of his uncle's throne, a small doll in hand. It was still freshly made, smelling of wet dog fur, causing him to rub at his nose over and over again. The poppet nothing more then sticks wrapped with werewolf fur, another of the trinkets the alpha had left for him. No one said his name anymore out loud, but somehow, the little one just knew. He'd heard stories of when his uncle Rolf and Reuben had been members of a strong pack, long before he had been born. Before the pack had split between his uncle's kingdom and the Queen's, where the Darkest Forest was. That's where the alpha had returned to. Living he was told, in the old witch's cabin.
The boy sniffed again, turning on his spot to stare at the wall behind the throne. Tilting his head just an inch to the side, he squinted his eyes. He knew he wouldn't come into his lycanthrope side for another few years, but if he concentrated really hard and stayed really still, he could sense things.
There just to the left of him, a small tornado of dust began to swirl sending a shiver through him. That exact moment, Tombstone ran into the room growling, as he stood between the boy and the wall. It began to crack revealing a small black hole just as the boy felt the hellhound's body pressing against him, urging him to move out of the way. But the little one was frozen in fear.
Instinct took over, and he screamed for help, shattering the nearest mirror, nearest set of wine goblets, causing the hellhound to whimper and shake.
A set of strong arms swept the little one up quickly, one hand over his mouth rushing him out of the way in a blur. Reuben didn't make it out of the room quick enough though, as the figures emerged from the portal. The room settling just as quick as it had opened.
The dark haired male stood just inches away from the edge of the stairs behind the throne, a couple of feet from the now repaired wall. A small dark haired boy in his arms.
"William, say hello to your great great grand nephew and your brother."
TO BE CONTINUED...NEXT SEASON
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Family feud anyone?)
page 224, chapter 224
1462
"So, how are you feeling?" Loki's voice was nothing more then a hushed whisper as our heroine entered her bedroom to find the dark haired god stretched out on her bed. He batted at the fringes of the large curtained tapestries.
"My boobs hurt all the time, but otherwise spiffy. Yourself?" she closed the large wooden door, not wanting any of the servants to see him. Loki patted the bed beside him. "I would ask if that was an invitation, but knowing you I know better." she crossed her arms giving her boobs a lift. The god made a clicking noise with his tongue winking at her.
"You ready to go?"
"Go where?"
"Back to 2015. Where your pack is, where your sire is, where your son is..."
"Your son. I was just the carry on luggage he hid in while he crossed the border. Me..." she shrugged making a duck bill. "I'm fine right where I am. No passport." She gasped for air as the god waved his hand then made a gesture like he was tugging her towards him on an invisible rope, causing our heroine to glide towards him as if on a conveyor belt.
"That trick never gets old." he winked again tilting his head to the side patting the bed once more. Our heroine grunted as she flopped onto the mattress, unable to reclaim control of her limbs. "Now that's what I call curb appeal." he growled running his hand down his stomach locking his fingers together. "You don't want to go home." He shrugged. "That's fine. Really. The boy doesn't need a mother he can just be an orphan. I mean, male lycanthropes have been raising their kids alone for centuries. Why should this be any different. Besides there is double the amount of werewolves here for you to shack up with." he said it all with a straight face as he began petting the top of her hair. "Packs!" he let the word form like a hiss. "Two of them." Loki trailed his palm down our heroine's spine, as he leaned in quick grabbing her, pulling her down beside him on the bed. "Now that we know you'll survive the birth any one of those beasts will be lining up for their prize. Keep it single births of course, at lest for the next few years, then gradually let you start having liters." The dark haired god brought his left hand up behind his head as he continued to tease the female with his other arm, which was wrapped around her tight, his thumb making small circles on her hip.
She tried to move from him, but he grabbed a hold of the back of her neck, digging his nails into her pale flesh enough to cause her to bleed. "What? Did you think I was done with you?" Loki snickered. "The experiment worked. A banshee gave birth to a werewolf. That's talent." He leaned in just a centimeter licking her from the edge of her collar bone to her ear. "And I want some more." he rolled over, pinning her to the bed, straddling her. "Enough for a whole hockey team."
The god let out a deep sigh as he started to toss miniature green orbs at her watching them bounce off her face, her neck, her chest before disappearing. "And I think...I think we should do this the old fashioned way." he let the orbs grow from the size of peas to the size of grapes, still tossing them at her. "Let some of the other bloodlines expand. So who's it going to be? You going to be the mate of the pack alpha of the Oakens, or the Blacksmiths or...one of the other seventy or so packs out there you've never met?"
"I will not."
"Wrong answer." he snarled as he leaned over biting a chunk out of her neck, the blood filling his mouth in a gush as it sprayed them both, splattering on the wall for the briefest of seconds before her wound closed up. "Healing even quicker then before. Your body is adapting even as we speak."
"I'm not going to do it."
"You don't get it. This is what you were designed for. My bloodline, Bach's bloodline." he clapped his hands together sounding like thunder. "In one female. One beast that can not die. Strong enough to survive being a werewolf. To survive giving birth to the very things that sired you. You breed for me and then when it's Bach's turn to play with you, you bleed for him. Done deal."
2023
Rolf's Kingdom...
The auburn haired boy sat at the stairs of his uncle's throne, a small doll in hand. It was still freshly made, smelling of wet dog fur, causing him to rub at his nose over and over again. The poppet nothing more then sticks wrapped with werewolf fur, another of the trinkets the alpha had left for him. No one said his name anymore out loud, but somehow, the little one just knew. He'd heard stories of when his uncle Rolf and Reuben had been members of a strong pack, long before he had been born. Before the pack had split between his uncle's kingdom and the Queen's, where the Darkest Forest was. That's where the alpha had returned to. Living he was told, in the old witch's cabin.
The boy sniffed again, turning on his spot to stare at the wall behind the throne. Tilting his head just an inch to the side, he squinted his eyes. He knew he wouldn't come into his lycanthrope side for another few years, but if he concentrated really hard and stayed really still, he could sense things.
There just to the left of him, a small tornado of dust began to swirl sending a shiver through him. That exact moment, Tombstone ran into the room growling, as he stood between the boy and the wall. It began to crack revealing a small black hole just as the boy felt the hellhound's body pressing against him, urging him to move out of the way. But the little one was frozen in fear.
Instinct took over, and he screamed for help, shattering the nearest mirror, nearest set of wine goblets, causing the hellhound to whimper and shake.
A set of strong arms swept the little one up quickly, one hand over his mouth rushing him out of the way in a blur. Reuben didn't make it out of the room quick enough though, as the figures emerged from the portal. The room settling just as quick as it had opened.
The dark haired male stood just inches away from the edge of the stairs behind the throne, a couple of feet from the now repaired wall. A small dark haired boy in his arms.
"William, say hello to your great great grand nephew and your brother."
TO BE CONTINUED...NEXT SEASON
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Family feud anyone?)
Theme Week part 2-Clearly Canadian
Men with Brooms
plot: After the death of their coach, former team mates return to their small town for the reading of the will. In it, their coach's last wishes are for the curling team to regroup playing one more big game. With his ashes in one of the curling stones.
This is a 2002 comedy-drama starring Paul Gross and Molly Parker.
Can I start by saying how bloody difficult it was to first find this movie and second get through it with all the tech issues. The construction here caused power outages/surges more then once knocking my internet out and causing me to have to restart the movie, not once, not twice, but four times. I think I know the first half hour now off by heart. I literally spent a full day watching this movie. (I watched it on Sunday and waited till now to post)
There is a sub-plot happening with one of the character's trying to have a baby, and the way they handle the "sex scenes" are extremely funny without being vulgar.
The main themes seem to be about forgiveness, loss, hope, honesty. There is a love triangle happening between the Paul Gross character and the two lead females, while touching on the topic of death both from his character having lost his mother to the two sisters having just lost their dad.
I do like the fact this is a buddy movie on one level, having the team mates working together to advance in the tournament. As well, there is a scene that breaks down how curling works. Which, I am ashamed to say, I had no clue about till I saw this movie. Curling was always on the television growing up I just never bothered to pay attention. This movie will make you want to watch, or take part in a game.
plot: After the death of their coach, former team mates return to their small town for the reading of the will. In it, their coach's last wishes are for the curling team to regroup playing one more big game. With his ashes in one of the curling stones.
This is a 2002 comedy-drama starring Paul Gross and Molly Parker.
Can I start by saying how bloody difficult it was to first find this movie and second get through it with all the tech issues. The construction here caused power outages/surges more then once knocking my internet out and causing me to have to restart the movie, not once, not twice, but four times. I think I know the first half hour now off by heart. I literally spent a full day watching this movie. (I watched it on Sunday and waited till now to post)
There is a sub-plot happening with one of the character's trying to have a baby, and the way they handle the "sex scenes" are extremely funny without being vulgar.
The main themes seem to be about forgiveness, loss, hope, honesty. There is a love triangle happening between the Paul Gross character and the two lead females, while touching on the topic of death both from his character having lost his mother to the two sisters having just lost their dad.
I do like the fact this is a buddy movie on one level, having the team mates working together to advance in the tournament. As well, there is a scene that breaks down how curling works. Which, I am ashamed to say, I had no clue about till I saw this movie. Curling was always on the television growing up I just never bothered to pay attention. This movie will make you want to watch, or take part in a game.
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
Food n Flix July
This month's Food n Flix selection was Eat Drink Man Woman, and hosted by Kahakai Kitchen.
plot: Three women, desire to leave their father's traditional home in order to have a life of their own. Each afraid how the other family members will react once they tell them.
This is the 1994 drama starring Sihung Lung and Jacklyn Wu.
I watched this online, so there is a lack of dvd cover in the photos.
This movie kicked my arse all over town. Seriously, it had me whining to people after the first five minutes, because I was the only one in the group who could not seem to find a copy with English subtitles.
Asian cooking, is not my forte. I don't really eat it, and I never cook it. I had a hard time just identifying some of the items used in the opening scene. So, needless to say, my notes are a little on the thin side this time around.
I saw in the film fish, chilies, daikon, pork-belly, greens, bamboo, garlic, chicken, frogs, rice paper, broth, dumplings, noodles, rock salt, fries, pop, chicken-burgers, hamburgers, duck, shrimp, "fondue" (shabu-shabu) ham, rice vermicelli, sea cucumbers, cellophane noodles, seafood stew, sunflower seeds (I think that's what it was in a scene but I couldn't get a close up) spare ribs, bean sprouts and snow peas, ramen, tofu, green onions, wilted greens, rice, melon, citrus, tea.
My one saving grace, is the fact that I've seen Tortilla Soup (year one of this blog) and given Tortilla Soup is the English remake, I at lest knew what the basic plot was.
I don't know what to tell you all this month, other then I was literally last minute trying to decide what to make for it. Then, feeling totally defeated thinking I would either have to pass or to doctor up instant ramen; I got this idea.
I put on my ICP Riddle Box cd. Riddle Box...box, like a case, like a briefcase, like a lunchbox. This caused me to first run to find my ICP lunchbox, which got me thinking about Bento boxes. Right, slap to the face it was staring at me the whole time, the scenes where the chef brings the little girl her lunchbox every day.
Yeah, it was one of those cases where I was over thinking it and the second I stopped thinking about it, the answer came to me. Okay, yeah my ICP lunchbox is a collectors item, and not really large enough for anything...so I used a plastic container instead. Just pretend it was done in a cool black metal lunchbox...
So I decided to make for the bento style lunchbox, a scallion pancake, eggs, rice and fruit.
The recipe I found on the Food Network site, and it ended up being a mess. I don't know if the recipe was missing a step or something, or if what I thought was a strange mess was what it was suppose to look like? The original recipe called for mixing slowly boiling water into flour with a wooden spoon till you get a ball. That just brought me a bowl of paste. I ended up having to add extra flour, oil and get my hand in there for it to form any sort of ball.
Scallion Pancake (original recipe)
2 cup flour
1 cup boiled water
1/2 cup scallions chopped
1 tablespoon sesame oil
1/2 cup canola oil
salt
pepper
In bowl sift flour and slowly continue to add water, mixing with a wooden spoon till a ball forms.
Cover with a damp cloth for 30minutes
On floured board roll out dough into a rectangle, brush on the oil mix, add salt and pepper and the scallions.
Roll dough into a log, and cut into 4 pieces. Take one piece and twist it up 3 times to make a spiral, then flatten once more.
In a hot pan, add the canola oil and cook both sides till golden.
Okay, so I had to add an extra flour. Almost 2 full cups to the mix, plus a few splashes of oil.
I then had to keep adding extra flour to my board because it just wasn't holding up.
I think I will omit the salt when I try this again, as I found the salt was just too much with the oil.
They ended up not being any kind of identifiable shape. It ended up making four hamburger sized (there are two in this photo) "pancakes".
The total time was listed as an hour and half from start to finish, but I clocked it closer to the two hour mark.
I rounded out my packed lunch with two hard boiled eggs, some white rice and orange slices.
I had heard of the bento boxes before, but never really paid any attention to it. It wasn't until I decided to do this today, and looked some of it up that I realized there is a whole sub-culture around making packed lunches. From fancy boxes to decorating the main items to look like cartoons, to take-away restaurants that deal only in them, to classes for housewives to be able to make them for their kids. I came across a website that was dedicated just to cookbooks on the topic.
I also have to admit, I was really thinking of going in a completely different direction for about five minutes; and making a veggie burger because of the fast food scenes.
Yeah, you know as always, not the prettiest but it is really comforting to have someone care enough to pack you lunch no matter how old you are.
Till next time.
plot: Three women, desire to leave their father's traditional home in order to have a life of their own. Each afraid how the other family members will react once they tell them. This is the 1994 drama starring Sihung Lung and Jacklyn Wu.
I watched this online, so there is a lack of dvd cover in the photos.
This movie kicked my arse all over town. Seriously, it had me whining to people after the first five minutes, because I was the only one in the group who could not seem to find a copy with English subtitles.
Asian cooking, is not my forte. I don't really eat it, and I never cook it. I had a hard time just identifying some of the items used in the opening scene. So, needless to say, my notes are a little on the thin side this time around.
I saw in the film fish, chilies, daikon, pork-belly, greens, bamboo, garlic, chicken, frogs, rice paper, broth, dumplings, noodles, rock salt, fries, pop, chicken-burgers, hamburgers, duck, shrimp, "fondue" (shabu-shabu) ham, rice vermicelli, sea cucumbers, cellophane noodles, seafood stew, sunflower seeds (I think that's what it was in a scene but I couldn't get a close up) spare ribs, bean sprouts and snow peas, ramen, tofu, green onions, wilted greens, rice, melon, citrus, tea.
My one saving grace, is the fact that I've seen Tortilla Soup (year one of this blog) and given Tortilla Soup is the English remake, I at lest knew what the basic plot was.
I don't know what to tell you all this month, other then I was literally last minute trying to decide what to make for it. Then, feeling totally defeated thinking I would either have to pass or to doctor up instant ramen; I got this idea.
I put on my ICP Riddle Box cd. Riddle Box...box, like a case, like a briefcase, like a lunchbox. This caused me to first run to find my ICP lunchbox, which got me thinking about Bento boxes. Right, slap to the face it was staring at me the whole time, the scenes where the chef brings the little girl her lunchbox every day.
Yeah, it was one of those cases where I was over thinking it and the second I stopped thinking about it, the answer came to me. Okay, yeah my ICP lunchbox is a collectors item, and not really large enough for anything...so I used a plastic container instead. Just pretend it was done in a cool black metal lunchbox...
So I decided to make for the bento style lunchbox, a scallion pancake, eggs, rice and fruit.
The recipe I found on the Food Network site, and it ended up being a mess. I don't know if the recipe was missing a step or something, or if what I thought was a strange mess was what it was suppose to look like? The original recipe called for mixing slowly boiling water into flour with a wooden spoon till you get a ball. That just brought me a bowl of paste. I ended up having to add extra flour, oil and get my hand in there for it to form any sort of ball.
Scallion Pancake (original recipe)
2 cup flour
1 cup boiled water
1/2 cup scallions chopped
1 tablespoon sesame oil
1/2 cup canola oil
salt
pepper
In bowl sift flour and slowly continue to add water, mixing with a wooden spoon till a ball forms.
Cover with a damp cloth for 30minutesOn floured board roll out dough into a rectangle, brush on the oil mix, add salt and pepper and the scallions.
Roll dough into a log, and cut into 4 pieces. Take one piece and twist it up 3 times to make a spiral, then flatten once more.
In a hot pan, add the canola oil and cook both sides till golden.
Okay, so I had to add an extra flour. Almost 2 full cups to the mix, plus a few splashes of oil.
I then had to keep adding extra flour to my board because it just wasn't holding up.
I think I will omit the salt when I try this again, as I found the salt was just too much with the oil.
They ended up not being any kind of identifiable shape. It ended up making four hamburger sized (there are two in this photo) "pancakes".
The total time was listed as an hour and half from start to finish, but I clocked it closer to the two hour mark.
I rounded out my packed lunch with two hard boiled eggs, some white rice and orange slices.
I had heard of the bento boxes before, but never really paid any attention to it. It wasn't until I decided to do this today, and looked some of it up that I realized there is a whole sub-culture around making packed lunches. From fancy boxes to decorating the main items to look like cartoons, to take-away restaurants that deal only in them, to classes for housewives to be able to make them for their kids. I came across a website that was dedicated just to cookbooks on the topic. I also have to admit, I was really thinking of going in a completely different direction for about five minutes; and making a veggie burger because of the fast food scenes.
Yeah, you know as always, not the prettiest but it is really comforting to have someone care enough to pack you lunch no matter how old you are.
Till next time.
Theme Week- Clearly Canadian
Trigger
plot: Two female musicians reunite over a decade after their last gig, to catch up before attending a rock benefit and after party. They discover that even though their lives have taken very different paths since they last saw each other, they are still as close as they ever were.
This is the 2010 Bruce McDonald comedy-drama starring Tracy Wright and Molly Parker.
This was Wright's last movie before her death.
I have to say, I've been looking forward to seeing this film since I heard about back few years ago. Originally, meant as a squeal to Hard Core Logo, I was expecting a lot more Logo-ish jokes/vibes. Two of the HCL actors make an appearance as their old characters -Callum Keith Rennie and Julian Richings. - And I laughed at the little in jokes presented; first with Richings character calling himself an alien (nod to his role on I was a Sixth Grade Alien) and Don McKellar's character sitting around in his robe eating cereal (nod to his role in Twitch City.)
This sort of presents itself as a love story, giving you the idea that the two leads may have been involved, either way it underlines a real sense of jealousy between them (just like HCL did with the characters played by Callum Keith Rennie and Hugh Dillon) The one having made a major name for herself only after moving, the other having stayed connected to the local music scene. Both battling addictions in their own way.
The Parker character is trying to get back some sort of feeling she had when she was still in the band even though she now comes across as being a sell out. While the Wright character has visions as if her true self is mirrored everywhere. Both are clearly feeling insecure of what they think the other's current life offers.
The fact the last few scenes happen in a high school was a brilliant idea, reducing the two characters to their younger egos for a cat fight in what first seems like a back alley, but is in fact on the school stage. This is where the honesty we've been building up for the whole movie explodes. (again just like the last few scenes of HCL it happens on a stage and back alley)
But, with that said, I was disappointed with how it sort of went in circles and didn't really do anything. I know it was a low key, quiet movie, given the topic; but I was really expecting...more. More rock n roll, more in jokes to the fact it was a Bruce McDonald rock n roll film, more Canadian-ness. I would have loved to have seen the other two HCL actors, John Pyper-Ferguson and Bernie Coulson make an appearance, even just standing there would have been cool.
plot: Two female musicians reunite over a decade after their last gig, to catch up before attending a rock benefit and after party. They discover that even though their lives have taken very different paths since they last saw each other, they are still as close as they ever were.
This is the 2010 Bruce McDonald comedy-drama starring Tracy Wright and Molly Parker.
This was Wright's last movie before her death.
I have to say, I've been looking forward to seeing this film since I heard about back few years ago. Originally, meant as a squeal to Hard Core Logo, I was expecting a lot more Logo-ish jokes/vibes. Two of the HCL actors make an appearance as their old characters -Callum Keith Rennie and Julian Richings. - And I laughed at the little in jokes presented; first with Richings character calling himself an alien (nod to his role on I was a Sixth Grade Alien) and Don McKellar's character sitting around in his robe eating cereal (nod to his role in Twitch City.)
This sort of presents itself as a love story, giving you the idea that the two leads may have been involved, either way it underlines a real sense of jealousy between them (just like HCL did with the characters played by Callum Keith Rennie and Hugh Dillon) The one having made a major name for herself only after moving, the other having stayed connected to the local music scene. Both battling addictions in their own way.
The Parker character is trying to get back some sort of feeling she had when she was still in the band even though she now comes across as being a sell out. While the Wright character has visions as if her true self is mirrored everywhere. Both are clearly feeling insecure of what they think the other's current life offers.
The fact the last few scenes happen in a high school was a brilliant idea, reducing the two characters to their younger egos for a cat fight in what first seems like a back alley, but is in fact on the school stage. This is where the honesty we've been building up for the whole movie explodes. (again just like the last few scenes of HCL it happens on a stage and back alley)
But, with that said, I was disappointed with how it sort of went in circles and didn't really do anything. I know it was a low key, quiet movie, given the topic; but I was really expecting...more. More rock n roll, more in jokes to the fact it was a Bruce McDonald rock n roll film, more Canadian-ness. I would have loved to have seen the other two HCL actors, John Pyper-Ferguson and Bernie Coulson make an appearance, even just standing there would have been cool.
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