REVIEW BY ROBERT J. REI
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
Crash, smash, bang, boom! Suddenly there he was sprawled on the floor less than eight feet away between the left hand side of the stage and me. The well dressed lovely blonde-haired woman who sat in the seat next to me at my left hand was clearly startled with surprise and concern, as was I also, reacted and began to instinctively rise from her seat to assist Edgar Allan Poe who had just taken a dramatic startling sudden drunken fall off the stage onto the floor right in front of us. Halfway up off her seat she just as quickly sat back down watching intently and carefully the man on floor in front of us drunkenly picking himself up the spotlight now shining fully gently upon him, for she, like me, remembered that we were at a one man play in a theater and that the seemingly violent uncontrolled fall from the stage to the floor was a planned part of the show, maybe, probably, hopefully, for we the audience had clearly fallen under the spell of the sublime and supreme performance of the actor Jeffery Combs, as he brought Edgar Allan Poe to life, for all of us present that Halloween night in the Somerville Theater.
REVIEW BY PAUL DAY CLEMENS
Having read as much as I have in the last 40 years both by and about Edgar Allan Poe, it is rare indeed that I encounter a book about EAP that can truly qualify as original. So imagine my surprise and delight upon reading J.W. Ocker's 'Poe-Land' to discover that Mr. O has managed to pull that most impressive rabbit called "Originality" out of his magician's topper first time up to bat, if you'll excuse the mixed metaphor. Hell, even the book's cover is delightfully unique, featuring a typically brooding Poe in a deliberately incongruous Coney Island style setting that frames Ocker's narrative to a proverbial T, inviting one and all, young and old, literary and non, to enter Poe-Land -- IF they dare! -- and experience the wonders therein.
REVIEW BY TOMAHAWK MAN
Directed by James McTeigue, Produced by Marc D Evans, Trevor Macy , Aaron Ryder, Written by Ben Livingston and Hannah Shakespeare, Music by Lucas Vidal. Distributed by Relativity Media 2012. Rated “R”. 111 mintes. Released in the UK: March 9, 2012. Released in the US: April 27, 2012. Released on DVD in US: October 9, 2012.
LORD, HELP MY POOR SOUL
Let’s get two things out of the way before we can begin.
Spoilers. You’ve come this far, whether you’ve seen the movie or not, so take it. How can I discuss a film without discussing all of the film? So grow up. “Spoilers” don’t spoil anything. Surprise is shallow. Suspense is deep. You want a surprise? Open your cell phone bill. (Spoiler alert! It’s not what you thought it was going to be!)
The second thing: spinning in one’s grave. I’ve sometimes wondered if, when one spins in one’s grave, is it really fast and counter-clockwise like a flicked Twister spinner arrow, or is it like a series of spinning revolutions at 90 miles-per-hour, like a chicken on a rotisserie spit?
As for The Raven starring John Cusack, I’ll bet Edgar Poe is spinning giddily in his grave, like a tilt-a-whirl at the State Fair. And that would be the happy-prankster Poe. The famous hoaxter.