King Arthur At The Movies
The movie King Arthur: Legend of the Sword opens in theatres today on what is the 80th Anniversary of the coronation of King George VI as King of Britain (which happened on May 12th 1937).
I’m sure there is no correlation between the two events- the release of a movie that I gather is a real turkey judging from reviews I’m reading at the Rotten Tomatoes film web site and the coronation of a man who was a great and heroic king (in contrast to his brother the Nazi sympathizer King Edward VIII who abdicated the throne for what he thought was a great piece of tail Mrs. Wallis Simpson).
To mark the occasion, I’m posting here two photo montage music videos I made about King Arthur at the OneTrueMedia video making site (an online video making site that sadly no longer exists) and then posted to YouTube.
The 1st King Arthur photo montage I made back on January 24th 2009:
The 2nd King Arthur photo montage music video I made (which was called Merlin, Morgana and Arthur using images from the famous TV series called Merlin) I made back on July 21st 2009:
Here are links to a few chapters I’ve written in my series of vampire novels that pertain to the Arthurian legend:
King Arthur and The Vampire Horus:
https://draculvanhelsing.wordpress.com/2011/04/20/king-arthur-and-the-vampire-horus/
Sunset Over Camelot:
https://draculvanhelsing.wordpress.com/2011/04/18/sunset-over-camelot/
Morgana Before Dawn:
http://thevampiresamurai.blogspot.ca/2010/04/morgana-before-dawn-planned-catnapping.html
Arthur’s Sword and The Best Laid Plans of Mice and Men
http://thevampiresamurai.blogspot.ca/2010/04/arthurs-sword-and-best-laid-plans-of.html
-A personal essay
written by Christopher
Friday May 12th 2017.
Orson Welles, Donald Trump and Dracul Van Helsing
The year was 1946 and actress Rita Hayworth was filming the movie Gilda with her co-star Glenn Ford.
She returned home to her husband Orson Welles only to see a mysterious entity de-materialize in front of her.
“Who was that who just disappeared outside the door?” Rita asked Orson as she kissed him on the cheek.
“That was that London-based billionaire Mr. Sol Invictus Set who had asked me to direct a film for him,” Orson replied.
“Well, he certainly got the Hell out of here,” Rita quipped.
“I should say so,” Orson poured himself a glass of whisky and soda, “Hell is definitely where he belongs. He wanted me to write and direct a film about Hitler.”
“The subject material would certainly catch the attention of the world,” Rita poured herself a glass of milk.
“But he wanted it to be a film expressing admiration for Hitler,” Welles’ eyes flashed anger.
“Well, then you were wise telling him where to go,” Rita kissed him again.
Welles softened, “Thanks, Rita.”
Rita was thoughtful, “You seem to have a habit of offending billionaires, Orson. First William Randolph Hearst and now this Sol Invictus Set. I hope this doesn’t cost you.”
“Cost me? How?” Welles looked quizzically at his wife.
“I hope Hollywood doesn’t decide to blacklist you,” Rita looked almost clairvoyant, “turn down your ideas for making films. Europe would probably be more accepting of a genius such as yourself. But it would be a shame if America turned its back on supporting your artistic excellence.”
For once in his life, Welles was speechless.
. . .
U.S. President Donald Trump was sitting at his desk in the Oval Office wondering how he’d be able to use the Mary Poppins word Supercalifranchilisticexpealidocious in a tweet and still be able to make a profound statement.
The phone rang.
Trump picked it up.
“Hello?” Trump ran a radioactive monitoring comb through his hair.
“Hello, Dad, it’s me,” it was his daughter Ivanka, “you had called me earlier while I was busy chatting with Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau.”
“Yes, it was your closeness to Justin Trudeau that I was wanting to talk to you about,” Trump explained, “I was listening to a radio program about the paranormal on the radio last night featuring some former Canadian cabinet minister- some guy called Paul Hellyer. Anyways Paul Hellyer was saying that Justin Trudeau is in close contact with an ET gray from the planet Nibiru – some alien chap by the name of Gali-Gula whose ET body is supposedly possessed by the spirit of the ancient Roman Emperor Caligula. I was wondering if you could phone Prime Minister Trudeau for me and ask him if this is true.”
“But Dad, why don’t you just phone him yourself?” Ivanka asked.
“Yes, but as you know somebody has been leaking all the phone conversations I’ve been having with world leaders. If that one gets leaked, especially in lieu of the unusual subject matter, there may be some among the American people who’ll start to think I’m nuts,” Trump was shocked by the high level of radioactivity in his hair when he looked at his comb monitor.
“All right, Dad, I’ll call him,” Ivanka put her mobile phone down, smoothed her skirt and then speed dialed Justin Trudeau’s number.
. . .
The Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec and Canadian vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing were making love in a gondola on a canal in Venice.
“In Venice, veni, vidi, vici,” Dracul said as he collapsed in Qonzilqointec’s arms and even though he was a non-smoker, he longed for a cigarette for some reason.
“In Venice, you came, you saw, you conquered,” Qonzilqointec sighed in ecstasy.
He certainly came all right.
Qonzilqointec thought maybe she really should have taken her dress completely off.
She lit a cigarette and wondered what dry cleaner Monica Lewinsky used on her blue dress.
“We’re here at the house of the masked ball,” the gondolier announced.
“Who puts on a masked ball during Lent?” Qonzilqointec asked, “aren’t carnival masquerade balls supposed to happen before Lent?”.
“Welcome,” the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Sol Invictus Set materialized before the door.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday March 28th
2017.
Haiku About TCM Host Robert Osborne R.I.P.
Haiku About TCM Host Robert Osborne R.I.P.
More than just a host
He was a friend showing you
a world of great films
Wilkie The Cat As James Bond: A Poem
Wilkie the Cat was assigned to play James Bond
even though his fur was far too blonde
so Wilkie made the transition from stage to film
His Bondish image stamped on mugs fresh from the kiln
But all that pottery went to pot
those martinis hit too much the spot
Wilkie showed up in front of the cameras thoroughly sloshed
and made a mess of those upper class British parties quite posh
Those aristocratic estates will never be the same
as asses go, Wilkie was a first-rate pain
Mitzi was assigned to play the Bond girl
she thought she’d give the role a whirl
her acting was great
her sex appeal first rate
but Wilkie was loaded to the gills in every scene
and among the cast, only Sean Connery was serene
he was assigned a role considered cameo
and ended up fair Juliet’s Romeo
in the Shakespeare scene
among England’s hills so green
Wilkie the Cat was given the axe
thrown out on his ass along with his snacks
Mitzi left the studios in shame
she’d not enjoy Bond girls’ fame
Daniel Craig was called back to play the role
and Connery listened to music- a little soul
Said Sean to Dan who was quite his fan,
“I think we can safely say in the case of Wilkie the Cat,
Never again! will be the slogan on any future Bond director’s mat.”
-A Wilkie The Cat poem
written by Christopher
Sunday March 4th
2017
Renfield and The Oscar Envelope Mix-up Fiasco
Renfield R. Renfield the genetically created shapeshifting hamster/human who was Chief of Security and Intelligence Gathering for Set Enterprises was in the kitchen of the colossal mansion owned by his boss the London-based billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set.
Sitting alongside him in the kitchen was his friend and fellow employee Amadeus Emanon the genetically created personal concert pianist to the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set (Amadeus had been cloned from the DNA from locks of hair of composer Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, British actor Alan Rickman and California mass murderer Charles Manson).
Amadeus was busy working on his 12th plate of bacon and scrambled eggs and his 11th plate of pancakes smothered in Canadian maple syrup.
Upstairs the vampire Set was complaining to his butler and valet Athelstan about the increasing amount being spent on food in the household budget.
Back downstairs in the kitchen, Renfield still hadn’t finished one plate of bacon and scrambled eggs.
He was still busy reading email messages between Russian President Vladimir Putin and U.S. President Donald Trump having hacked into both countries’ secure national encrypted security systems. (more of a challenge than hacking into former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton’s private email server that she used when serving in that position but what the heck- challenges made life interesting).
“I noticed,” Amadeus wiped some scrambled eggs and maple syrup off his chin, “that you haven’t been around the house the past few days. Where were you?”.
“I was in Los Angeles,” Renfield took his sunglasses off and put them on the table.
“What were you doing in Los Angeles?” Amadeus asked while crunching on a slice of bacon, “Visiting the porn studios you own there?”.
“No,” Renfield put aside his autographed photos of actresses Akira Lane and Nicole Oring, “I was at the Academy Awards.”
Amadeus sat with his mouth open, “How did you manage to get in there? Were you with that bus tour group that Jimmy Kimmel brought in?”.
“Well,” Renfield started putting some pet hamster food and some ketchup atop his scrambled eggs, “if you recall, I was created with the genetic ability to be able to shapeshift into a hamster. So I just shapeshifted into a hamster and wandered all over the auditorium. On stage, backstage, in the audience,accidentally wound up in Matt Damon’s underwear (horror of horrors!) where I discovered he has a Jimmy Kimmel Loves Matt Damon and Vice-Versa heartshaped tattoo on his ass. I also managed to get into Salma Hayek’s underwear which I thoroughly enjoyed.”
“You filthy disgusting pervert,” Amadeus was shocked.
“Funny those words you just used happen to match the 10,000 most favourite sentences that other people seem to post on my Facebook timeline,” Renfield was reflective.
“Did you do anything else during the Oscars?” Amadeus asked.
“Well, while the PriceWaterhouse Coopers accountant was busy playing with a certain part of his anatomy while photographing actress Emma Stone backstage with his smart phone, I ran up and switched two red envelopes on him,” Renfield grinned broadly.
“You didn’t?” Amadeus looked horrified.
“I did,” Renfield stuck his chest out proudly, “ever since Dr. Cadbury Rocher told me at last year’s Set Enterprises’ Christmas party that part of my genetic make-up contains the DNA of Loki the Norse trickster god in Norse mythology, I am now endeavouring to become the greatest practical joker of the 21st Century.”
Amadeus lost his appetite (a rare occasion for him).
He stood up and walked over to the kitchen window.
He thought to himself that living with a kook like Renfield was like living in La La Land.
He opened the drapes of the kitchen window, noticed it was now nighttime and moonlight was starting to shine through.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday February 28th
2017.
Haiku About Carrie Fisher R.I.P.
Haiku About Carrie Fisher R.I.P.
Miss Carrie Fisher
warrior princess of the stars
now above the stars
Haiku About TCM’s Robert Osborne
Haiku About TCM’s Robert Osborne
Film historian
his intros are riveting
he’s Robert Osborne
Haiku About Sir Laurence Olivier
Haiku About Sir Laurence Olivier
Knight of stage and film
a giant among actors
The greatest Hamlet
Haiku About Rita Hayworth
Haiku About Rita Hayworth
Put the blame on Mame
Gilda? Lady From Shanghai?
Cinematic queen
Haiku About Debbie Reynolds R.I.P.
December 29, 2016 at 4:15 pm (Commentary, Entertainment, Film, Movies, News, Obituaries, Poetry) (Debbie Reynolds, films, haiku, poem)
Haiku About Debbie Reynolds R.I.P.
Singin’ In The Rain
to Tammy to Singing Nun
classy classic star
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