Movie review: The Nice Guys

April 21, 2016 - The Nice Guys - Poster and cover for the official soundtrack that will be released by Lakeshore Recors on May 20, 2016

I knew I should have written this up right after I saw the movie, or at the very least, the next day.

But I didn’t, and now it’s been almost a week since I’ve seen it, and I really wish it were completely fresh in my head because I don’t think I’m going to do it justice. I’ll try.

In The Nice Guys, directed and co-written by Shane Black, alcoholic PI Holland March (Ryan Gosling) and muscle-for-hire-with-a-heart-of-gold Jackson Healy (Russell Crowe) get thrown together when a prominent adult film star dies, or at least appears to. This sets off a wild and complicated chase for the truth that I don’t want to spoil a thing about. (How’s that for a try? I waited so long so you don’t get any spoilers!)

I’ll just cut to the chase here–The Nice Guys may well end up being considered a classic. It’s smartly directed, completely hilarious (I don’t think there’s a dud joke in the whole movie), and extraordinarily smartly scripted. Heck, it even has a kid in it as an important character who not only isn’t annoying, but adds greatly to the film! How is that for an achievement?

Set in 1978, the recreation of the era is nearly perfect (I did catch one howler–see if you can spot it). Anyone who grew up in the era would certainly enjoy just looking at it, as much as that sounds like something most people wouldn’t want to look at. Also, anyone who enjoyed the detective and tough guy TV shows, movies, and novels of the ’70s and early ’80s is going to find not just something but pretty close to everything to love about this movie.

It’s terrific. See it now.

And also…

…there is a novelization by Charles Ardai (AKA Richard Aleas), founder and editor-in-chief of the terrific Hard Case Crime and a highly accomplished novelist as well. I haven’t read it yet, but after loving this movie, loving Hard Case Crime, and loving his novels, I most certainly will.

The Nice Guys novelization

 

 

Awful news: Darwyn Cooke dead at 53

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I’ve been away for awhile for a variety of reasons–haven’t looked at the comments, haven’t checked the site’s e-mail account, haven’t looked at the Twitter feed.

I knew I’d come back, but I hate having to come back for this.

A lot of people asked me why there had been no volume two in Darwyn Cooke’s planned illustrated versions of all of the Parker novels. I wrote the publisher to inquire, and, atypically, got no response. Now we have our answer.

We regret to inform you that Darwyn lost his battle with cancer early this morning at 1:30 AM ET. We read all of your messages of support to him throughout the day yesterday. He was filled with your love and surrounded by friends and family at his home in Florida.

Donations can be made to the Canadian Cancer Society and Hero Initiative.

Please continue to respect our privacy as we go through this very difficult time.

A longer statement will come later today.

“Then we shall not be weary. Then we shall prevail.” — John F. Kennedy’s New Frontier speech

Probably most of you reading this have purchased and read Darwyn Cooke’s comic book adaptations of the Parker novels. Brilliantly done–damn near perfect, actually–they won pretty much every award comic books can win. Darwyn probably did more than anyone other than Donald Westlake himself to bring people into Parker’s violent world.

Behind the scenes, he also did a lot. I never told anyone this, but he donated some money to help keep this site afloat when I was having some financial difficulties a few years back. (It didn’t influence my coverage–I don’t think I wrote any reviews of his work after that.) And, more important than money, he granted this little site an exclusive in-depth interview when he released his comic book adaptation of The Score. He could have gone to any of a number of big sites–any comic book site on the planet would take an exclusive from him. But he wanted to draw readers of his comics to the books to further spread the gospel of Donald Westlake and Parker, so he chose us.

Darwyn was a very private person, but you never would have gotten that impression from that interview. He was clearly having a blast talking to a couple of guys who loved the Parker novels as much as he did. I bet we could have done it for another hour, easy, had we not had other obligations to get to.

I was supposed to edit it down, but reading it after I transcribed it, I found it so much fun and Darwyn so interesting and funny that I kept every word. (Well, not quite every word. There was some off-the-record stuff, some of it, alas, about potential Parker projects that will never happen now.)

So those are my memories right on the heels of learning about this tremendous loss.

Deep condolences to Darwyn’s family in this difficult time. Man, will he ever be missed.

As we mourn, let’s also make sure we celebrate this too-short life. There is lots of great Darwyn Cooke work out there. Dig in.

Update:

I’ll use this space to link to other obituaries and reminiscences as they roll in. Post any good ones you find in the comments and I’ll add them, and yes, I will try to open my e-mail at some point this weekend.

Comic Book Resources

DC Entertainment (via Newsarama)

Bleeding Cool

Paste Magazine: Comic Artist Darwyn Cooke Perfected the Visual Language of Optimism

 

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Departed, the Destroyer: Rest in peace, Warren Murphy

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I’ve been away for awhile, so a quick word before I get started. Sorry to those who have e-mailed me or tried to contact me via Twitter. I think I got back to everyone, in some cases two months late. I had a much-needed vacation, the happy occasions of two friends’ weddings, and other stuff, all good, but it kept me away from the site and associated things. Thanks as always to Nick for picking up the slack.

I’d like to spend time writing more excuses, because I don’t relish writing what follows.

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I don’t know if I’ve read more books by Warren Murphy than I have of any other writer. I do know that I’ve read more books with Warren Murphy’s name on the cover than I have of any other writer.

Lots of those were ghostwritten, because Warren created the Destroyer, one of the longest running, and to my mind unquestionably the best, of the books publishers categorized as “men’s adventure.” There are over 150 volumes. He wasn’t going to write them all. I think I’ve read about 75, and I’m not stopping until I’m done.

In the glut of what were often terrible (if sometimes fun) crank-’em-out books oriented at guys (although there are plenty of girls who liked them, too), the Destroyer stood out. They were piercing in their satire and sometimes laugh-out-loud funny, and, unlike much of the competition, the funny was on purpose.

The core of it, the heart, the thing that made it all work, was the great characters that Murphy and his partner Richard Sapir (who died much too young) created–Remo Williams, and the master of the martial art of Sinanju, Chiun. Chiun, the deadliest man alive, obsessed with soap operas and Barbra Streisand. Remo, the man whose past has been erased, brooding often, occasionally getting satisfaction from delivering justice to those who deserve it.

And let’s not forget Harold W. Smith, their straight-laced boss who doesn’t seem to have a creative thought, until you recognize that he basically invented the Internet in the 70s and was a deadly killing machine in WWII. Just make sure your paperwork is filled out correctly.

They are as much a part of me as Tarzan, Parker, Doc Savage, the Shadow, the Spider, James Bond.

Warren Murphy died (I don’t think he would like me using euphemistic language like “passed away”) on September 4 at the age of 81.

We were Facebook friends and had some back and forth in the comments every once in awhile. But I don’t claim that I knew him.

Someone who did is James Mullaney, who started as a Destroyer ghost, got cover billing eventually, and, if things go right in Hollywood (oooh, boy) will be scripting a Destroyer movie. This is what he wrote:

People who only knew Warren Murphy for his irascible Facebook persona didn’t know him at all. Yes, ask him what he thought of Rodney “Trevanian” Whitaker and you’d be combing expletives out of your hair for a week. But then there’s this…

Fifteen or a million years ago, I flew down to Pennsylvania to meet Warren for the first time. He had some business idea that required a face-to-face meeting so that he could look me in my “beady eyes.” (Life took detours for both of us, so this particular idea never saw the light of day). Way back then I was pretty much crippled by a bad back. I’d told him about my problem before I got there, but when he saw the nearly impossible time I had walking and just getting in and out of his car he offered to pay to get me to a doctor. The very first time we met in person. He meant it.

Flash-forward to about a year ago. My mom fell ill. Warren did right by his own mom, and took care of her until the end. He told me at one point that he’d changed more of her diapers than she had his. He understood how hard it was to care for a sick parent because he’d been through it. One day, a note came in the mail from Warren, along with a check for a thousand bucks. He knew it was tough, so he cut a check and apologized that it wasn’t more. That was Warren Murphy.

Warren’s health issues have been ongoing for many years, but the guy just kept chugging along. He’d grouse, he’d wind up in the hospital, he’d say it was close to the end…and then he’d turn around and seemingly get over pneumonia and cancer and everything else an overtaxed immune system shouldn’t have been able to swat back, but regularly did. Right now I’m hoping this is just him playing a dirty trick on all of us to see all the swell stuff we’ll be saying about him in the coming days.

My last correspondence with Warren was two days ago. He wrote a wonderfully positive note in which, despite his poor health, he shared his short, medium and long-term plans. I will be forever sad that he didn’t meet that long-term goal, and I will forever miss my friend, Warren Murphy. Rest in peace, pardner.

I don’t have anything to add to that, except to say that I hope you’re enjoying that Gordon’s Gin up there, Warren.

Related: Remo Williams’ adventure begins again–the Destroyer returning to film

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Thanks again to Nick for picking up the slack while I was away. I have some new Westlake scores of my own that I hope to showcase soon.

Westlake Score: Killtown

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NB: A version of this post also appears at Existential Ennui.

This Westlake Score may not be quite as exciting a proposition, or indeed acquisition, as the T. V. Boardman edition of Pity Him Afterwards I blogged about last week (for me anyway; who knows—perhaps it will be for you), but like that book it does complete a run of novels in my seemingly ever-expanding Westlake collection—in this instance the British paperback first editions of the Parkers.

Published by Coronet/Hodder Fawcett in 1971, Killtown is the fifth of Westlake’s Parker novels, retitled—presumably by Coronet, said new title also utilized by Berkley in the States for their 1973 paperback edition—from the original title of The Score, i.e. the one where Parker and crew take down an entire town. Now, I do, it almost (almost) goes without saying, already own four other editions of the novel—that aforementioned Berkley paperback, a 1984 Avon paperback, an original 1964 Pocket paperback and a 1985 Allison & Busby hardback—but when I spotted this copy of the Coronet edition on eBay I couldn’t resist bidding for it (and winning it, for just over four quid). Reason being, it was the only one of the sixteen Parkers published by Coronet that I didn’t own. And now I do, which means that I have a complete set of first printings of the British first editions of the initial run of Parkers.

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The urge to buy a book when one already owns four other editions of that same book is the kind of madness that is probably only explicable to other book collectors (and even then…), but in my defence I should like to point out that this is quite a scarce edition, certainly in its first printing (which my copy is): I can only see one other copy listed for sale online at present, offered by an American seller at $35. Admittedly there are a half a dozen or so reprints listed on AbeBooks and Amazon and the like, but who in their right mind wants a reprint of anything? (Ahem.)

Stark-Killtown-UK-icf Stark-Killtown-UK-icbIn common with the bulk of the Coronet Parkers, the cover of Killtown is a double-cover “bullet hole” affair—a design attributed to the late great Raymond Hawkey—with the shiny black paper inner cover beneath the silver card outer cover bearing the legend “Parker is in” followed by the book’s title—which shows through the bullet hole—on the front, and on the back a photo of Westlake/Stark and a brief bio. (I say “the bulk of the Coronet Parkers” because some of them were initially issued by Coronet with illustrated and photographic covers.) And like a good half dozen or so of the other bullet hole cover Parkers, on its first page it sports this character sketch:

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Not sure that’s an entirely accurate description of Parker, but I do like the bit about how “in his mean, dark world he is almost a god.” Anyway, should anyone be remotely interested—or even still reading by this point—here is Killtown nestling in amongst my complete collection of first printings (plus a few reprints) of the Coronet editions:

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Westlake Score: Pity Him Afterwards

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NB: A version of this post also appears at Existential Ennui.

It may not have been a banner year thus far for book blogging chez Louis XIV/Existential Ennui—and certainly not at The Violent World of Parker, where, this post included, I’ve managed just two posts this year; some co-blogger, huh?—but it’s been a bloody good year for book collecting. I’ve had three books at the top of my wants list for the past four years (and more like five or six years in the case of two of them), and one by one, over the past few months, I’ve managed to cross them all off. First came a 1957 Cresset Press edition of Patricia Highsmith’s classic The Talented Mr. Ripley (albeit sans dust jacket, compensated for by the addition of a facsimile jacket); then a 1965 Michael Joseph edition of perhaps P. M. Hubbard’s finest novel, A Hive of Glass (albeit an ex-library copy, compensated for the additional acquisition of an uncorrected proof of said); and now a British first edition of Pity Him Afterwards.

Published in hardback in the UK by T. V. Boardman in 1965 (the year after the US Random House edition), Pity Him Afterwards was the fifth of Donald E. Westlake’s novels to be published under his own name and, until a fortnight ago (when I won this copy on eBay for seventeen quid), the only one of the eight Westlakes in total published by Boardman that I didn’t own. Doubtless that will mean little to most folk, even those with an enthusiasm for Westlake, but book collectors with an interest in crime fiction (or indeed longtime readers of Existential Ennui) will surely understand how collectable—and how uncommon and elusive—the Boardman Bloodhound Mysteries (of which Pity Him Afterwards is no. 499) can be.

A big part of that collectability is their dust jackets, almost all of which were designed by Denis McLoughlin, a body of work which comprises around 550 wrappers. (The Bloodhound wrappers are just one strand of McLoughlin’s wider body of work; he designed another two or three hundred covers for Boardman besides and drew countless comics both for that publisher and for IPC and DC Thomson.) And of the seven jackets he designed for Westlake novels (the wrapper design for the final Westlake published by Boardman, The Spy in the Ointment, was taken from the US edition), Pity Him Afterwards is, I think, the best: arresting, dramatic, darkly evocative.

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That the novel itself doesn’t match up to its terrific cover is bit of a shame, because in truth it’s not a patch on the earlier likes of The Mercenaries, Killing Time, Killy and especially 361. Parts of it are quite good—it’s set in and around a summer stock theater (a favourite motif of Westlake’s; see also the pseudonymous sleaze novel Backstage Love and its two sequels, and Alan Grofield, whose background is in summer stock), and the passages dealing with the day-to-day running of said are surprisingly interesting and convincingly done. The problems come in the ludicrous characterization of “the madman”, the murderous escapee from a mental institution who drives the plot and who, preposterously, manages to get a job as an actor at the theater (and then starts killing his coworkers). He’s an utterly unbelievable creation, and the novel suffers whenever he assumes the role of point-of-view character.

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Still, there’s some decent characterisation elsewhere in the novel, notably in the shape of Eric Sondgard, captain of the Cartier Isle (where the theater is located) police department during the summer months and humanities professor at a Connecticut college for the remainder of the year—a believably unassuming chap whose self-doubt almost causes him to hand off the case to the state police more than once but who through diligence and dogged determination eventually wins through. And then there’s the whodunnit aspect of the book—Westlake deliberately obfuscates which of the actors the madman has assumed the identity of—which despite my general disinterest in such guessing games I must admit did, well, keep me guessing.

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More importantly from my perspective, however, this copy of the Boardman edition of Pity Him Afterwards, which I won on eBay for seventeen quid, completes my set of Westlake Boardmans, so in that regards it’s a thing to be prized. And particularly so in that dust jacket, which, though a little shabby, is presentable enough to take its rightful place in Beautiful British Book Jacket Design of the 1950s and 1960s.

Westlake Score: God Save the Mark

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NB: A version of this post also appears at Existential Ennui.

Well, I reckon it’s about bleedin’ time I pulled me bleedin’ finger out and posted something at The Violent World of Parker, yeah? I mean, it’s not like I’ve exactly been prolific on Existential Ennui of late, but over here I haven’t posted anything since October of last year. (I suppose I do have the excuse of a work-related upheaval at the tail end of 2014 and into 2015, but that’s only going to get me so far as a defence.) I have, however, still been (sporadically) collecting Donald E. Westlake books, with the consequence that I’ve built up a bit of a backlog of Westlake Scores. Case in point: God Save the Mark, first published in hardback in the UK by Michael Joseph in 1968 (the year after the US Random House edition).

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The fourth of Westlake’s comical “capers” (the preceding three being 1965’s The Fugitive Pigeon, 1966’s The Busy Body and 1966’s The Spy in the Ointment), God Save the Mark is a curious entry in Westlake’s British publishing backlist in that it was the only one of his books to be published in the UK by Michael Joseph. Up to this point his principal British publisher had been T. V. Boardman (who issued all eight of the prior novels penned under his own name in hardback in the UK); after this point his principal British publisher would be Hodder & Stoughton (heralded by Hodder’s paperback imprint, Coronet, picking up the rights to the Richard Stark-written Parker novels in 1967 with Point Blank). But for one book, Westlake’s principal British publisher was Michael Joseph, making Westlake a very brief stablemate of, among others, Dick Francis, Geoffrey Household, Ira Levin, John Wyndham, Adam Diment and Len Deighton (whose Only When I Larf is advertised on the back cover of God Save the Mark).

Why Joseph only published the one Westlake I couldn’t say, but the transitory partnership did at least produce rather a nice dust jacket—not as striking perhaps as Denis McLoughlin’s ones for Westlake’s Boardman-published books, but certainly better than anything Hodder would come up with. The jacket design is credited to Carol Smith, about whom I can establish virtually nothing other than she possibly designed the cover for the 1965 Viking Press edition of Michael Faraday’s The Chemical History of a Candle (originally published in 1861), bizarrely enough; but I’ve added her simple, stylishly typographical God Save the Mark wrapper to Beautiful British Book Jacket Design of the 1950s and 1960s nonetheless.

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I’ve yet to read the novel itself, so I’m afraid I can’t offer a review, but anyone wishing to read such a thing can always head over to The Westlake Review, which continues to do a sterling job in reviewing Westlake’s oeuvre at length (sometimes extreme length). But I have read, and so can review, the next Westlake Score I’ll be unveiling: the only one of those aforementioned Boardman-published Westlake novels that’s heretofore been missing from my collection.

Donald Westlake’s Cops and Robbers gets a new DVD/Blu-ray release

 

Here is some news of interest. Cops and Robbers, based on the novel by Donald Westlake and with a screenplay by him, is coming to DVD and Blu-ray on June 23.

Apparently, this had a previous DVD release that was an edited television cut, as was the prior VHS release. Kino Lorber is releasing this version, and they wouldn’t do something like that, so this may be the first chance to see the theatrical cut since it was originally in released in 1973.

I’ve never seen it, so I’ll be picking this up soon. However, I won’t have a review up any time soon because all of my movie-watching time at the moment is going to TCM’s Summer of Darkness.

Here is the blurb from the KL website.

Synopsis

Pandemonium and hilarity break loose when two rogue New York City cops decide to jump fence and join the ranks of crooks. This sharp-edged satire is a funny, exciting and exceptionally intelligent caper movie loaded with enough twists to keep you guessing to its thrilling end! Disillusioned with life on the force. Cliff Gorman (The Boys in the Band) and Joseph Bologna (My Favorite Year) star as two of New York’s finest decide to put their badges to use… to get into a Wall Street brokerage so they can leave with $10 million in untraceable bonds! But the plan goes awry when their deal to cash in the bonds with a local Mafioso goes sour. Now wanted on both sides of the law, the bumbling cops find themselves in a race to get out of Manhattan with their loot… and their lives! Stellar direction by Aram Avakian (End of the Road) and featuring a hilarious screenplay by Donald E. Westlake (Bank Shot) and based on his own novel.

DVD/Blu-ray Features

  • On-camera interview with Star Joseph Bologna
  • Trailers

 

Grab-bag post and open thread, Memorial Day edition

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Has it really been two months since I posted here? Jeez, folks, I’m sorry. I have had a few things going on, like taking a break from crime fiction and breaking a collarbone, but still.

I’ll make up for it a little bit with this jumble of odds and ends, and I hope to get back to posting at least once a week sooner rather than later.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

I think Americans too often take our freedom for granted, since we’ve grown up in it. But it is not the natural state of human affairs. It took tremendous sacrifice to achieve it, and tremendous sacrifice to maintain it. I am always humbled when thinking of that, most especially today.

Getting to the crime stuff, I’ll start with the sad news that artist Glen Orbik has died of cancer too young at 52. Glen is best known to VWOP readers as the artist of many great covers for Hard Case Crime.

Charles Ardai, editor-in-chief of that amazing line, writes, “Glen was a shooting star, a miracle. Losing him is like losing Jim Henson, like losing Robin Williams. Such talent. Such a cruel fate.” Please read the post in full, and see some gorgeous artwork, at Killer Covers.

More artwork here.

Rest in peace.

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Starting on June 1, Turner Classic Movies is offering a free online course on film noir.

Summer is cooler in the shadows.

We invite movie fans from around the world to join us for a flexible, multimedia investigation and celebration of film noir.

In this nine-week course, we’ll go back in film history to investigate the “The Case of Film Noir”—the means, motives, and opportunities that led Hollywood studios to make these hard-boiled crime dramas, arguably their greatest contribution to American culture.

This course will run concurrently with the Turner Classic Movies “Summer of Darkness” programming event, airing 24 hours of films noir every Friday in June and July 2015. This is the deepest catalog of film noir ever presented by the network (and perhaps any network), and provides an unprecedented opportunity for those interested in learning more to watch over 100 classic movies as they investigate “The Case of Film Noir.”

Both the course and the associated films will enrich your understanding of the film noir phenomenon—from the earliest noir precursors to recent experiments in neo-noir. You will be able to share thoughts online and test your movie knowledge with a worldwide community of film noir students and fans.

Mrs. VWOP, a film major, has agreed to take the course with me. (Things like this are why she became Mrs. VWOP.) If there are a few of you out there who would also like to take the course, let me know either in the comments or via e-mail. Maybe I’ll do a weekly discussion thread if there are enough folks to warrant it. If nothing else, it could get me posting regularly again.

You can learn more and sign up here.

Oh, and a friend of mine somehow misread this to mean that you had to watch 100 movies. Just in case you did as well, that’s not the case.

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The missus and I have been watching the new Netflix Daredevil series. We have a few episodes left to go, so I won’t go into it too much as I may write a full review when we complete the season. Suffice it to say that it is very good and somewhat surprisingly very noir. I used to read the comic book on occasion in my misspent youth, and don’t recall the tone being anything like that, but it suits the character quite well. The acting, writing, and direction are for the most part superb. Anyone fan enough of crime fiction to be reading this post will likely enjoy it immensely.

Darwyn Cooke says he won’t be returning to Parker comics until 2016, but by the sound of it, I suspect it will be a longer wait than that. I get the sense that he feels he needs to recharge the batteries a bit before returning to the character. But if you like his work on Parker, you will almost certainly like his newly announced project.

Cooke’s upcoming Image Comics series “Revengeance” is a story he originally pitched to artist Tim Sale, but after five years of waiting for Sale to be available, “I told Tim, sorry, I’m taking this one for myself.”

On “Revengeance,” Cooke said, “I think the title indicates that I’m not taking it entirely seriously.” He compared it to the Mickey Spillane novel “I, the Jury,” with a “young, liberal, nonviolent sort of party guy” as the protagonist. “It’s incredibly dark. The ending of it is horribly dark. But on the way, I’d like to think there’s going to be a lot of hilarious stuff.”

The series is set in 1986 Toronto, where Cooke himself lived in his 20s. “There’s a lot of me in it,” he said. “I just kind of subtracted everything decent about me, and made everything bad about me twice as bad.”

No release date announced yet.

So that’s the latest! Again, apologies for the scant posting lately, but you regulars know that happens from time to time.

Let me know if you want to take that film noir course! It could be a lot of fun.

Best,

Trent

 

The Violent World of Mack Bolan

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Reader Matt points out that the Executioner has been plundering Parker-related book titles recently…

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I have plundered these images from MackBolan.com.

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Gold Eagle, the division of Harlequin that published men’s adventure books including The Executioner/Mack Bolan, is being closed down after Harlequin’s acquisition by HarperCollins. I expect Mack will land on his feet somewhere, especially if the movie franchise tentatively starring Bradley Cooper gets off the ground.

 

Some panels from Darwyn Cooke’s Slayground set to music

Because why not?

The song is pretty cool, and fits. (“The Hell Raisers,” by Syd Dale.)