Horror movie vs horror book battle vol 1:The Exorcist

This is the new category featured in my zine, and it is in my opinion the interesting one. I always love to ask people from the horror scene, which is better, is it the movie or is it the book upon which the movie was based.

This first episode we will talk about The Exorcist. I believe that every self respecting horror fiend saw the William Friedkin classic movie at least once in their lifetime. There are two sequels and a prequel, also two seasons of the tv series but we will keep our minds on the first one. Many dubbed it the scariest horror movie of all times, which is in my opinion much overrated, because for me The Sentinel and for instance Omen or Burnt Offerings were a lot scarier than The Exorcist. The cast in the movie was awesome, especially young Linda Blair who became horror icon thanks to the role of possessed girl Regan and no matter where she starred afterwards she always remained equalized with this movie. The music and dark atmosphere of the movie were also awesome as was the great ending. So, that makes it one of the all time classics of the genre which will withstand every test of time.

Moving onto the novel. The late William Peter Blatty did not write and publish much in terms of quantity but this novel which I read last week was awesome and it managed to have the same dark and brooding atmosphere as the movie. The only thing that the book has and movie has not is wider scope of some characters who dont appear in the movie at all or are marginalized like Swiss housemaid and her husband, or detective Kinderman, who appears a lot in the novel. But it is normal that they cut that out in the movie to make it more fluent and interesting to the cinema goers focusing mainly on one storyline and avoiding the substorylines. The book has the same ending as the movie, so nothing changed like the movie makers sometimes do. Happily this one was not the case.

In the end, what can I say? The movie and the book are equally great and that just doesnt happen a lot, so after our first horror movie vs horror book we can say:

Horror movie 1:Horror book 1-the match was a draw!

(record review)BY ALL MEANS-“Cultivated Rhetoric”(Felony Records)

By All Means are the band from the Los Angeles area and when we talk about them we can safely say that they are a veteran band in the melodic punkrock scene. Their path began almost 20 years ago, in 1999. After three full length releases and some lineup change the trio delivers this new record.

The new album contains 12 songs of powerful melodic punkrock played with experience, knowledge, heart and soul, not necessary in that order hehe. The songs are not over the top fast aggressive hardcore punk stuff, they tend to gravitate more towards pop punk, but the melodies, backing vocals, guitar hooks and lyrics are first class. In fact, one of the most calm songs on the album, namely “Old Friend” is for me the best on the album, having lyrics that make you emotional and give you goosebumps. All of the songs are worth the listening and doing it again and for good measure, spin the fucker one more time to be certain you heard all of the great music on this record. Some more highlights songs:”Stiletto Stars”, “No Longer Yours”.

7/10

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SILENT NIGHT by Nikolas Boleslavski

Deda Mraz sedi u fotelji i pije čaj. Na TV-u se daje repriza legendarne serije (novogodišnji
specijal). Pre toga, išla je repriza legendarnog filma.
– Svake godine isto… – mrmlja Deda Mraz nakon gutljaja čaja, otvarajući novo pismo.
Dragi Deda Mraze, piše tamo, ove godine bio sam dobar. Popravio sam ocene u školi, sklanjao
za sobom posle jela i redovno pospremao sobu…
– Uvek isto… Svake godine isto… – smeška se Deda Mraz i gladi gustu bradu, prepunu
mrvica od čajnog keksa.
Ipak, piše dalje u pismu, ove godine ne tražim ništa za sebe…
Deda zaustavi gutljaj i podiže obrvu.
Ove godine želim da mi doneseš najoštriji nož na svetu, za moju mamu. Stalno je slušam kako
priča da želi nož toliko oštar da može jednim potezom čoveku da odseče glavu. Ne znam šta će
joj to, ali sigurno to mnogo želi čim toliko o tome priča. Molim te, Deda Mraze, donesi joj takav
nož…
Deda Mraz odlaže pismo na sto, namešta se i ispija ostatak čaja. Nešto će već smisliti.
Ubrzo uzima vreću i sprema se za put.
Njegove sanke lete preko svih krovova sveta.
Tek na izmaku noći, on dolazi do dimjaka na krovu kuće u kojoj živi dečak na čije pismo ne
prestaje da misli. Malo zastane ispred dimnjaka, ali već nakon nekoliko sekundi niz njega pada u
kamin.
Kada mu se oblak gareži razbistri pred očima, ugleda dečaka koji ga oduševljeno posmatra.
– Znao sam da ćeš doći! – kaže dečak – Izvoli, uzmi keksa i mleka…
Deda se pridiže i otresa pepeo sa čizama.
– Jesi li doneo ono što sam tražio? – posmatraju ga te očaravajuće nevine oči – Kako to da
ti je brada i dalje snežno bela, a ko zna niz koliko si se dimnjaka spustio…?
– Slušaj, dečko… – Deda vadi iz poklon iz vreće – Nož je tu, ali samo zato što moji
pomoćnici po automatizmu pakuju u džak sve što pročitaju u pismima… Ipak, nož ti ne
dam. Noževi nisu za decu niti su za to da ih deca daju mamama da seku nekom glave…
Jasno?
Dečak ga gleda.
– Šta znači „po automatizmu“? – pita, a Deda Mraz pada u nesvest.

Nešto kasnije, otvara oči. Pred njim, mlada žena skida ukrasni papir sa noža koji će uskoro
bljesnuti pod snopom svetla novogodišnjih sijalica.
– Jesam li bio dobar, mama? – dečak pita mladu ženu koja zagleda sečivo.
– Bio si sjajan, dušo… – mazi ga po glavi, ne pomerajući pogled.
– Znači li to da dobijam nov telefon?
– Da… – majka hipnotisano posmatra oštri čelik.
– Kada?
Majka se trgne.
– Kada se otvore radnje, pile… – brzo se pribere, ljubi dete u obraz i pošalje ga na
spavanje.
Onda se okrene Deda Mrazu.
– Izvinite zbog udarca u glavu, ali moja procena je bila da mi nećete svojevoljno uručiti
„poklon“…
– A…
– Ššššš… Ne govorite, ne govorite… – stavlja mu ruku na usta – Dovoljno ste uradili…
Deda Mraz je nemo gleda u oči.
– … sad je na mene red… – i jednim mu potezom odseče glavu.
Dok je njegovo obezglavljeno truplo drhtalo kraj kamina, protresla je vreću, otkrila da je
prazna, zaključila da je to baš zgodno i – Dedinu glavu i telo ugurala u nju, vezala je i bacila u
kontejner koji će kroz nekoliko sati biti pun prazničnog đubreta…
… a onda otišla na sprat da ubije muža i pozove hitnu pomoć „jer misli da je njen suprug izvršio
samoubistvo dok je ona spavala kraj njihovog sina, što on može i da potvrdi…“.
Ubrzo, pred kućom su treperila svetla vozila hitne pomoći, pridruživala se i ona policijska i sve
se divno uklapalo u okolnu prazničnu dekoraciju.
Dok je pometnja trajala, poklopac na kontejneru je zadrhtao. Kada se podigao, na pločnik je
pala Deda Mrazova glava, a za njom i ostatak.
Glava osmotri okolinu, a telo se podiže, strese se i ruke vratiše glavu gde joj je mesto.
Deda Mraz još jednom pogleda oko sebe i uzdahnu:
– Uvek isto… Svake godine isto… – i poželeo je da opsuje, dok je žurio ka svojim sankama,
a na istoku se dizalo srebrno Sunce, obasjavajuću mu snežno belo bradu bez ijednog
traga gareži….ili krvi.

KRAJ