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Jul. 29th, 2012 08:59 amI had a really terrible afternoon yesterday, to follow on the heels of my what the hell is this day Friday, so last night in the hopes of being cheered up I watched the 1998 made-for-TV movie "Nick Fury: Agent Of SHIELD" starring David Hasselhoff as Nick Fury, Agent Of SHIELD. It was everything you'd expect and more.
Oh, it was so gloriously awful. It was chock full of villain monologues, questionable fashion choices, startling and random moments of homoeroticism, and terrible acting. Apparently Nick Fury not only has an eyepatch but a fake hollow eye behind it, in which he keeps string and explosives. My favourite line of dialogue is a toss up between a bad guy goon shouting LET US ROCK AND LET US ROLL early in the film, and Fury telling the big villain "I danced on your poisonous father's grave" followed by "Hey, how is HYDRA's dental plan?" as he elbowed a bad guy goon in the mouth.
So that's well worth a viewing party if you like terrible films. And it even has a man I dubbed "Fake Coulson", Nick Fury's suit-wearing, sarcastic-remark-making friend who holds down the fort while Fury's off wreaking havoc. I salute you, Fake Coulson. You were the finest part of that film, for what that's worth.
I also wrapped up final edits on The City War this weekend, which was great, and I'm not sure if I've said it but it won't suffer from repeating that the folks at Riptide Publishing have been nothing but awesome throughout the editorial process. If you write romantic or erotic fiction, particularly in the queer or kinky spectrums, they're a great place to submit your work. I haven't read a lot of my fellow authors on the site, but given the vigor and ingenuity with which they edited The City War I am sure it's good stuff.
Today I am going to sit quietly and hope nothing horrible happens. I think it's a good plan.
Oh, it was so gloriously awful. It was chock full of villain monologues, questionable fashion choices, startling and random moments of homoeroticism, and terrible acting. Apparently Nick Fury not only has an eyepatch but a fake hollow eye behind it, in which he keeps string and explosives. My favourite line of dialogue is a toss up between a bad guy goon shouting LET US ROCK AND LET US ROLL early in the film, and Fury telling the big villain "I danced on your poisonous father's grave" followed by "Hey, how is HYDRA's dental plan?" as he elbowed a bad guy goon in the mouth.
So that's well worth a viewing party if you like terrible films. And it even has a man I dubbed "Fake Coulson", Nick Fury's suit-wearing, sarcastic-remark-making friend who holds down the fort while Fury's off wreaking havoc. I salute you, Fake Coulson. You were the finest part of that film, for what that's worth.
I also wrapped up final edits on The City War this weekend, which was great, and I'm not sure if I've said it but it won't suffer from repeating that the folks at Riptide Publishing have been nothing but awesome throughout the editorial process. If you write romantic or erotic fiction, particularly in the queer or kinky spectrums, they're a great place to submit your work. I haven't read a lot of my fellow authors on the site, but given the vigor and ingenuity with which they edited The City War I am sure it's good stuff.
Today I am going to sit quietly and hope nothing horrible happens. I think it's a good plan.
