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My Favorite Films of 2015…


No Top Ten list here, just a dozen films that I really liked, in no particular order:

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I like Amy Winehouse’s music, but this relentless documentary made me see her in a new light. A brilliant portrait of a talented yet self-destructive artist. Yes, it’s like watching a train wreck, but the glories and deep soul of  her music comfort us on the march toward her inevitable end.


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A science fiction film that investigates the meaning of humanity, and an absolute gem. Alex Garland’s direction and script are spot-on, as are the performances of Domhnall Gleeson (who is turning out to have a fantastic career), Alicia Vikander, and Oscar Isaac, three of the best young film actors today.



Not since All the President’s Men has there been as good a film about investigative journalism, and it’s got the best ensemble cast I’ve seen all year. Solid and immersive filmmaking at its best.


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I love Tarantino films. I love westerns. I love it when violence erupts out of stillness. So how could I not love this film? Yes, Tarantino is brash and (intentionally) derivative — that’s his modus operandi. But the man can shoot a film. His use of the wide screen is unparalleled. There’s so much in every frame, whether it’s an interior or exterior, that you never get bored, since there’s always something to look at. And the performances are all classic B-movie: Kurt Russell, Sam Jackson, Walton Goggins, and especially Jennifer Jason Leigh, who anchors the whole film.



Some films you love just because their message resonates with you, and that’s why I love Brad Bird’s SF/fantasy. I saw this on DVD a short time after seeing the new Star Wars film, and was moved and entertained much more by it than by the Force reawakening. Tomorrowland reawakened not only my sense of purpose, but my sense of wonder as well. Pretty much trashed by the critics, this deserves a look if you haven’t seen it.


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Yes, this crazy motherhugger named White Boy loved this film about NWA, the bad boys of gangsta rap. I’m not a fan of rap in general, but this film effectively showed the artistry behind the genre, and the difficulties of starting a new (and frequently reviled) musical category.




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At last — a science fiction movie about science, and the solving of problems through scientific means. A good script, cast, and special effects, sure, but what really makes this film a stand-out is its reliance on good old American (and universal) know-how. I hope millions of kids see this and are influenced by it. If so, it could be a big step toward making our country less fearful of science and knowledge in general, and a little less stupid overall. Oh, and did I mention, SCIENCE!


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This one seems to have flown under the radar recently. It’s a chilling portrait of gangster Whitey Bulger, and a penetrating look at corruption at all levels. Johnny Depp as Bulger has never given a better performance, looking out at the world through cold, reptilian eyes. It’s a role for the ages, and he makes the most of it.


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Though it doesn’t fly as high as Director Innaritu’s Birdman, it’s a compelling recreation of an earlier time, and a grueling trek through the American wilderness of the 1820s. Leonardo DiCaprio isn’t one of my favorite actors, and I often think he phones in performances, but he really earns his money in this one. Though I’d like to have seen more depth in the characters, what’s on the surface is quite enough. It’s a tough film to sit through, but well worth the shared pain. Tom Hardy is, as always, brilliant and almost unrecognizable, probably the best film actor working today.


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When I heard about this film, the combination of Tom Hanks and Steven Spielberg made me think, “Oh, this is going to be earnest,” but I was pleasantly surprised. Hanks is our James Stewart, and he handles the role with aplomb, but the real treasure of the film is Mark Rylance, in the quietest and most subtle performance of the year.


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Another Kurt Russell western, and a goodie, though this one is far more horrific than The Hateful Eight. It’s pure pulp and pure gruesome fun, and it’s now streaming free for Amazon Prime members.






One of my guilty pleasures is the Rocky franchise, and this seventh film is the best since the first in 1976. Apollo Creed’s son is the fighter in question, and the aging Rocky Balboa is his trainer. It’s a sharp and well-paced film, with terrific performances by Michael B. Jordan and Sylvester Stallone, who is heartbreaking in his depiction of an old warrior.



A scorching documentary about the feud between Gore Vidal and William F. Buckley, which came to a head in a series of televised debates between the two in 1968. The actual footage shows that a battle of words can be just as involving and terrible as a battle with guns, knives, or lightsabers. The climactic scene may be the most grimly fascinating moment of television ever.


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Guillermo del Toro’s newest film took a lot of heat for not being as much of a horror film as some critics and viewers wanted it to be. That’s because it wasn’t a horror film, but a gothic film, and one of the best ever made. There were moments of sheer icy terror, nevertheless, and a plot that played beautifully with the tropes of the genre. A beautiful looking film as well, which was perhaps a case of pearls before swine. It was the film del Toro wanted to make, and if some viewers didn’t like it because it wasn’t the film they expected it to be, all the sadder for them.


And that’s it. I’m sure there are films I’ve overlooked or forgotten or not yet seen (always the case). If you haven’t seen these, I think you’ll find them moving and entertaining. Feel free to comment and share your own favorites from last year…

An analysis of David Bowie’s “The Man Who Sold the World”

I learned of the death of David Bowie today, and thought I’d post this piece I wrote back in 2007, my reflections about one of his greatest songs…


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David Bowie’s “The Man Who Sold the World”

I’d never paid much attention to David Bowie. When he was becoming famous in the early 70’s, I had lost interest in rock and was delving into classical music, still playing my Doors and Janis and Beatles and Stones LPs, but ignoring the new crop. Thus, I missed Bowie’s classic albums, and by the time I started paying attention to rock again, we (and Bowie) had entered the era of disco, a sub-genre that I found both forgettable and regrettable.

Just recently, however, I started listening to Bowie, thanks to the recommendation of a friend, and in short order got the albums, The Man Who Sold the World, Aladdin Sane, and a two-disc Singles 1969-93 collection (Hunky Dory is on my must-buy list). On the first album mentioned, I came across the song that made me realize that for a third of a century I’d been missing the work of a musical genius.

The title song from The Man Who Sold the World has become my mantra, a song that I literally cannot get out of my head and have no wish to. Musically, lyrically, philosophically, it stands above 99% of Bowie’s other songs (at least the ones I’ve heard), 99.9% of the songs written during the time of its creation, and 99.99% of those written today. I need to write about it, if for no other reason than to examine why it’s made such an impression on me.

Musically, the hook gets in your brain and won’t let go. That A-A-A-G-A-B flat-A-G is a riff as simple as rainwater, but what’s most infectious about it is that it’s played over three different chords: D minor, A, and F. The melody of the riff is unchangeable. It seems to owe nothing to any key, and stands alone, adapting itself to the darkness of D minor, the brightness of F, and the intermediary and transitory character of A.

When the song shifts to a C chord (after “a long long time ago”), the thrice-repeated octave-long C-run and the following single F-scale create a churning, rising engine out of the chorus. Just when we think we’re on solid musical ground between C and F, Bowie drops in a B-flat minor chord (on “never lost”) which adds a textural complexity that suggests that maybe we are lost after all. But at the end of the chorus we slide down a half-step from B-flat minor to A major, a step toward home.

What’s most fascinating about “The Man Who Sold the World,” however, is not just the musical dexterity alone, but how Bowie relates the music to the evocative lyrics concerning duality, lost chances, and lives not lived. I’ll be up front and admit that I haven’t read any analyses of this song except for a rather brief one in Wikipedia, which makes the solid suggestion that the song might have been partly inspired by the poem:

Yesterday upon the stair

I met a man who wasn’t there.

He wasn’t there again today.

Oh, how I wish he’d go away.

Bowie takes this simple metaphor, however, and extends it radically. After passing upon the stairs, the narrator (the “self”) and the character he confronts (the “other”) speak “of was and when,” conveying in four words what other lyricists might have found required several lines. The story that follows might be seen as science-fictional, an epic tale of a man who literally sold the world and returns in some alien manner to tell an old friend. In that light, the lines “I thought you died alone/A long long time ago” to which the “other” answers, “Oh no, not me/I never lost control” suggests that the “other” might be the lost Major Tom of Bowie’s “Space Oddity,” and that “control” could be “Ground Control,” with which Major Tom never actually lost contact. (Though I haven’t read this interpretation, it’s so obvious that I assume I’m far from the first to suggest it.)

But what’s most interesting about the lyrics is not the surface SF story, but the psychological subtext and how it relates to its musical setting. The interpretation that I find most compelling is that of a man who meets his other self (or one of his myriad other selves) in a moment of self-awareness, realizes what he might have become, and considers the life he might have led if he had “lost control.” Through conformity, by never losing control of his emotions or his life, the narrator sells the world, gives up whatever other lives he might have lived in exchange for solidity and placidity, for a life which has neither excitement nor trauma. Still, that “other” beckons from time to time, and though the narrator thinks that aspect of his character “died alone, a long long time ago,” it still haunts and mocks him with the thought of what might have been.

When the narrator departs from the “other,” he tries to return to his home, searching “for form and land,” roaming for years and staring “at all the millions here,” the mob of undiscovered selves, duality multiplied to infinity. There is also a move from certainty to uncertainty: the first chorus states “Oh no, not me,” while the second changes the line to “Who knows? Not me.” The narrator has moved to unsure ground, not yet come home. And there is the suggestion that even if he does, home will never be the same again, now that he has been confronted with his new knowledge.

A more traditionally moralistic view is also possible (though less textually supported). It’s a mirror image of the above scenario, in which the narrator has sold the world – home, wife, family – in order to act upon his desires. He meets the “other,” the one who never lost control, but who recognizes in the narrator his other self, the man who did indeed sell the world. The rebuked narrator unsuccessfully attempts to go back home to reclaim the lost Eden, but finds “all the millions here” attempting to do the same.

Whichever approach one finds most appealing, there is no denying the underlying themes of duality and multiple personalities, and the suggestion that everyone has multitudes within them. The disquieting aspects of this are amplified by being placed upon a musical chordal structure that is just as disturbing as the underlying philosophical ideas.

The real brilliance of the song is the musical metaphor that Bowie uses, the constant, never-changing riff that fits harmonically with three individual chords, and whose character changes as it is played over each. It is a perfect illustration of how one personality, represented by one tune, can slip easily into very different lifestyles, represented by the changing chords.

While the original recording of the song fades out, in live performances Bowie ends the song on the unresolved A chord, leaving the narrator suspended, still uncertain, between the resolved “happy ending” of F major and the mysterious and unpredictable D minor. Thus the story remains unfinished and ambiguous.

There are songs that have equally compelling lyrical ideas, and songs that have as powerful melodic and chordal structures, but there are few that blend the two to create a work as cohesive, as compelling, and as haunting as “The Man Who Sold the World.”

SOON! Andrew Vachss Underground: script by Williamson & Richardson…

undergroundI’ve spent much of the past year scripting and helping to edit a lengthy graphic novel based on an unpublished screenplay by Andrew Vachss for Dark Horse Comics. Mike Richardson scripted the first 24 pages, which appeared serially in DARK HORSE PRESENTS, and I wrote the remainder of the 144 page book, which will appear as a hardcover, with art by Dominic Reardon, in October.

Though there are similarities between this graphic novel and a four-issue run of UNDERGROUND  back in the mid-90s, this is an all new creation  and story, and I’m excited to be a part of it. I’ve seen the art at every stage, and it’s going to be killer. I’ll let everyone know when it’s released. For more info, here’s a link to the promo page…


A year’s worth of audiobooks!

Strange as it seems, I haven’t posted on this website for a year. Could this account for my slow website traffic?…nah. At any rate, since those last posts I’ve narrated fifteen unabridged audiobooks, all of which are available for download on To immediately correct this deficiency in my website, there follows a list of clickable links to all these titles (starting with the most recent), for those of you who prefer to listen to your favorite novels as well as read them. Through the next few months I’ll endeavor to create a separate section which will deal solely with audiobooks. But for now…

The Woman by Jack Ketchum and Lucky McKee

Stealing Fire by Jo Graham

Kin by Kealan Patrick Burke

The Monarchs by Stephen Mark Rainey

B. & E.: A Whit Pynchon Mystery by Dave Pedneau

Zombie: A Love Story by Patricia Lee Macomber

The Books of Blood, Volume 1 by Clive Barker

The Black Stiletto: Stars & Stripes by Raymond Benson

A.P.B.: A Whit Pynchon Mystery by Dave Pedneau

Futile Efforts by Tom Piccirilli

Night Brothers by Sidney Williams

Stranglehold by Jack Ketchum

The Gore by Joseph A. Citro

The Pet by Charles L. Grant

Pink Vodka Blues by Neal Barrett

Fiends by John Farris

I narrate Irving Wallace’s THE SEVENTH SECRET (Is Hitler alive? mmmmaybe…)

Irving Wallace was one of the bestselling authors of his day, and The Seventh Secret has all the elements that made his work so popular. Set in the mid-80s, it starts with the idea that Hitler and Eva Braun didn’t die in 1945, but survived the end of the war, and are still alive in Berlin… Continue reading I narrate Irving Wallace’s THE SEVENTH SECRET (Is Hitler alive? mmmmaybe…)

A Bill Ryan interview…smart, funny, likes my work…

One of my favorite Facebook “friends” (as in I’ve never met him face to face) is Bill Ryan, whose threads make me laugh out loud (though never ROTFLMAO — I simply don’t do that). He has a terrific film blog, The Kind of Face You Hate, and has just done an interview with the website, The Grim Reader, in which he mentions yours truly as one of the writers he likes. Give it a read, and then check out his blog. Ladies and gentlemen and children of all deformities, please put your sweaty hands together and make squeaky noises with them for…Bill Ryan!

Playing the Reverend Mac in Joe Lansdale’s “Christmas With the Dead!”

Yoohoo! Zombie lovers! You might want to keep your eye out for a film next year based on Joe R. Lansdale’s story, “Christmas With the Dead.” It’s a zombie movie, with a screenplay by Joe’s son Keith, and starring Damian Maffei, Brad Maule, Kasey Lansdale, and lil’ ole me as the eeeeevil Reverend Mac, an escapee from a state mental hospital for the criminally insane who has his equally insane minions (hot damn, I have minions!) sacrifice non-believers to the zombies in an unholy communion.

In late June, I shot for a week on location in Nacogdoches, Texas under the terrific direction of Terrill Lee Lankford, and it was a hoot and a half! I still have a sore throat from screaming when I get et by the zombies, but the footage should be worth the pain! Here’s a out of focus shot of me and Mike Blankenship, one of the zombies who  gets a big chaw outta me. Watch this site for more news of the film and check out the official website here.

Williamson-scripted “The Sockfather” (Sock Puppet Godfather) now on Vimeo!

A 52-minute parody of The Godfather done entirely with sock puppets? You bet, Fredo, and I wrote it too! And you can see the whole thing by clicking the links below!

The Sockfather was presented by the zanies at Creative Works of Lancaster, an arts organization I currently chair. I wrote the script, except for the brilliant final song by Erich Goldstein, and play the Don as well as a number of other roles. Other puppeteers were Lydia Brubaker, Erich Goldstein, and Joanna Underhill, with Joel Lesher on sound effects. We did three performances on a Sunday afternoon and evening in the Lancaster Dispensing Company, a bar in Lancaster PA, and packed the place each time. So join us! Here’s the trailer, and here’s the performance itself, compliments of filmmaker Jeff Lynch! The better you know the films, the more you’ll enjoy it, but newcomers should like it too!