There are still some good films going on this weekend, but not quite enough to keep me occupied the entire time. I actually skipped Friday night (and I did miss catching Gunga Jim’s show, however, that was it) though I definitely had some stuff I was looking forward to for Saturday. Ken had brought in a trio from Pulp Fiction
, again, it may have been too soon for these folks. The
pawnbroker and the gimp had been to Wasteland fairly recently
, and Angela Jones had just done Dark Xmas in their inaugural year
right before the shut down. Still, it was a good excuse to pull up a very curious film called Curdled
is the story of a young Colombian woman named Gabrielle, who is fascinated by the local serial killer – not necessarily in a aspirational romantic fashion, but just fixated on how he does things and why he does things. It all feeds into a story that she heard when she was much younger, about victims of the guillotine. They say that those executed still retained consciousness… And that the heads even speak. The serial killer too, beheads people. In order to learn more, she joins a forensic cleaning company. It’s basically a maid service for murder scenes. (What a great subject for a suspense film!) As she studies her files, she eventually stumbles
upon one of the scene of the crime… One where the murderer has made a mistake. I don’t wanna go any further, because this was a genuinely good film and I want you to go out and find it to watch it yourself! The character of Gabriella inspired Quentin Tarantino so much that he wrote The character of Esmeralda in Pulp Fiction
specifically for Jones. In his mind This was the same character, although she wanted to keep them somewhat separate. Still, you can see some of the more bit of the character in Esmeralda as she taxis Bruce Willis away and chance about the death of his opponent. Curdled
is one of those films that I’ve never heard of and had no idea I needed to see it so badly. It was only made better and enhanced by the fact that I had just come from a screening of The Toolbox Murders
in the other movie room… I found that features very similar crime scenes and investigation, and just as much if not more blood. The Toolbox Murders
is another one of those video nasties that I always meant to watch, but never got around to. Wasteland is great for stuff like that.
One of the thing Wasteland generally ISN’T great for is costumes. I cosplay here occasionally – usually every other show or so and even then, usually only for a couple hours. I tossed my Blade in the car, unsure if I was going to don it,
but then I ran in to my buddy Jason who delightedly informed me he was breaking out his Captain Spaulding around three or so, and I decided that would be a great time for me to bring out Blade.
“Aren’t you a little too…..” Jason hesitated, searching for the right word “Caucasian to be Blade?” His wife Tina jostled him, laughing.
“PUPPET MASTER. Not Snipes!”
I popped out to my car and started assembling the costume piece by piece. Blade is tricky. everything has to go on in a SPECIFIC order. A couple of guys tossing back beers two cars down looked up. as I got the mask on over the blackout hood.
“If you’re going for unsettling….YOU SUCCEEDED.”
I smiled under the mask as I reached to grab the wig out of the passenger seat and fumbled it on. Between the wig and the hat, the dudes eyes widened as they suddenly recognized me.
That’s the other thing about a con that’s not really a cosplay event. When the costumed characters DO show up they get a LOT of attention and surprise. Blade was a hit, and even though I only wore him for a couple hours I probably took as many photos as I typically do all day at a comic con.