Lisa’s Editorial Corner: On Gunnar Hansen, Jack the Ripper, Stephen King, and the SBS


What’s All This Then?

Hi there!  Well, as of my birthday yesterday, I am now officially an adult.  What does that mean for this site?  Well, for the most part, it means that I’m going to be even more aggressive about giving my opinion.  After all, I’m an adult now.  Whatever I say matters, no matter how weird or random it may be!  In fact, I’m such an adult that I’m not even going to worry about proofreading these posts anymore.  Adults don’t have to worry abut makin typos.

So, what is Lisa’s editorial corner?  Well, it’s a new weekly feature where I talk about whatever caught my eye during the previous week.  Basically, it’s a way for me to embrace my inner know-it-all.  Fear not, I’m going to keep it entertainment-related.  You don’t have to worry about me using this feature to try to convince you to vote for Gary Johnson in 2016.  (At least not yet…)

For instance, I might use this feature to talk about Gunnar Hansen…

On Gunnar Hansen and Andrew Bryniarski

On November 7th, Gunnar Hansen passed away from pancreatic cancer.  He was 68 years old.  When I first heard the news, I was out with my friends in the SBS (and I’ll explain what that stands for at a more appropriate time) and we were celebrating my upcoming birthday.  I spent the day after that with my family and then it was Monday and it actually was my birthday and … well, long story short: I’ve only now gotten a chance to write about his passing on this site.  And I feel really guilty about that because Gunnar Hansen was an iconic figure in film history.

Who was Gunnar Hansen?  Well, you probably already know.  He was Leatherface in the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre.  Beyond that, he was also a teacher, a writer, an acclaimed poet, and reportedly one of the nicest guys that you could ever hope to meet.  I never met Gunnar but every story that I’ve ever heard about him — whether it was from someone who met him at a convention or someone who knew him outside of the world of horror fandom — has been a positive one.  As well, I’ve read many interviews with Hansen about the making of Texas Chainsaw and he always came across as being a very intelligent and well-spoken individual.

And it’s often overlooked just how good a performance that Hansen gives in Texas Chainsaw Massacre.  Hansen may have been cast because of his large frame and he may have had to perform underneath a mask but he still turned Leatherface into a genuine character.  It’s often overlooked that, out of the entire cannibal family, Leatherface is the only one who has any real responsibilities.  He’s just trying to prepare everyone’s dinner and he keeps getting interrupted!  No wonder he eventually ends up sitting down and slumping in frustration.

Now, upon until a few hours ago, I had absolutely no idea who Andrew Bryniarski was.  Do you know who he is?  Here’s a picture of him, with Gunnar Hansen:

Andrew and Gunnar

Gunnar is on the right.

Why are Andrew and Gunnar posing together?  Because Andrew played Leatherface in 2003 remake of Texas Chainsaw and in 2006’s Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning.

And here is what Andrew said on Facebook after several people tagged him in posts about Gunnar’s death:

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Seriously, Mr. Bryniarski?  Now, before you think that he “misspoke” or any of that, he went on to double down on his comments.  When someone pointed out that, if not for Gunnar, Bryniarski would have never played Leatherface, Bryniarski wrote back, “I played the role twice without him.”  Bryniraski then told another FB user to “suck Gunnar’s dead nutz.”

Seriously — what the Hell!?

For what it’s worth, Bryniarski has an official response to everyone who is upset with him.  You can check it out here.  As far as I can tell, it appears that he feels that, while promoting Texas Chainsaw 3D, Gunnar criticized the way that he played Leatherface.

There’s probably more to it than that but … well, it really doesn’t matter.  If you’re going to speak ill of the dead, you better have a hell of a better reason that professional jealousy. End of story.  Bryniarski’s comments and the outrage that greeted them only serve to remind us that Gunnar Hansen was a class act.

Gunnar Hansen, R.I.P.

On Jack The Ripper

Over 4 years ago, when I reviewed Murder By Decree, I wrote about my fascination with the unsolved case of Jack the Ripper.  Well, after all this time, I’m still fascinated.  So, needless to say, when I read that an Australian professor named Richard Patterson was convinced that he had figured out the identity of Jack the Ripper, I was intrigued.

Then I found out that Patterson thought that poet Francis Thompson was the murderer and I promptly yawned.

Poor Francis Thompson.

Poor Francis Thompson.

Seriously, most evidence (as opposed to the speculation of people who have seen From Hell) indicates that Saucy Jack was probably some psycho who lived on the margins of society.  He got away with his murders because he committed them in 1888, a time when just taking fingerprints was considered to be advanced forensic science.  He was never caught, he died in obscurity, and no one knows his name.

However, that’s no fun!  Why spend so much time researching Jack the Ripper if the final solution is just going to be some creep that nobody’s ever heard of!?  That’s why it seems the almost every Victorian of any sort of renown has, at some point, been accused of being the Ripper.  Oscar Wilde, Lewis Carroll, Francis Thompson, and the painter Walter Sickert — all of them have been accused and, amazingly, all of them have had their creative work cited as evidence of their guilt.

You have to wonder if, 100 years from now, amateur criminologists will insist that Stephen King was responsible for every unsolved murder in New England…

Speaking of Walter Sickert…

Here’s one of the infamous painting that’s always cited by people who are convinced that he was Jack The Ripper:

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By the way, this is my new Facebook cover photo:

That’s Natalie Wood rehearsing for West Side Story!

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Why not listen to a little music before you leave?

Hey — did you know that I have a daily music blog?  Check it out: Lisa Marie’s Song of the Day!  This is the song that I shared on my birthday because a lot of people have told me that it might as well be about me:

You know what you should do now?

Since it’s the day after my birthday and all, why not go read the first review that I ever wrote for this site?  Check out my thoughts on a strange little film called Welcome Home, Brother Charles.

Brother Charles

Wait a minute!  What does SBS stand for?

Sexy Bitch Squad, of course!  (SBS FOREVER!)

Have a great week!

Congratulations to the Kansas City Royals: 2015 World Series Champions!


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Congratulations to the Kansas City Royals!

Tonight, after 12 innings and scoring 7 runs, the Kansas City Royals won the 2015 World Series!  It took them 5 games to defeat the New York Mets but their victory was never in doubt.  From the moment they defeated the Blue Jays for the AL Championship, the Royals had the momentum.  The Mets are a good team and put up a good effort but, from game one, it felt as if the Royals were unbeatable.  After spending 8 innings of Game 5 trailing 0-2, the Royals tied the game in the 9th inning and then scored 5 runs in the 12th.

I didn’t start as a Royals fan.  I love my Texas Rangers and I’d be lying if I said that there wasn’t a part of me that wishes they could have been the ones winning tonight.  And my Rangers had a good season.  After being dismissed by everyone, they came on strong during the second half of the regular season and they won the AL West.  I’m proud of what they accomplished this season and I can’t wait to see what they do next season.

But tonight belongs to the Royals!  Congratulations, Kansas City, on a great team, a great series, and a great victory!  This is the 2nd World Series victory for the Royals and their first since 1985.  They earned it.

See you in April!

A Tribute To Wes Craven


Whatever words I have to say about Wes Craven would never be enough. But here’s my pathetic attempt at a tribute, anyway.

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If I had a dime for every time I heard “I didn’t even know Wes Craven was ill” today, I’d be a very wealthy man. And if I could add in the times I said it myself, I’d be doubly rich. Sadly, no one’s paying me for either either hearing or saying it, so all that means is that we’re stuck with the shitty reality that one of the true masters of modern horror is no longer with us. And I’m still broke. The latter,can probably be fixed — the former, tragically, can’t.

Brain cancer is an especially horrific way to go, and I hope that Wes was surrounded by family and friends and went peacefully into the land of eternal sleep and nightmare. I add “nightmare” in there because, let’s face it, he’d probably be bored in an afterlife that was all rainbows, candy, sunshine, and smiles. I’m sure…

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Writing In An Angry World


I was planning on writing a lot of film reviews today.  After all, I am definitely running behind.  I’ve recently seen everything from Lavalantula to Trainwreck to The Stanford Prison Experiment and I promise that, within the next few days, I will get around to reviewing all of them.

But right now, I am having a hard time getting my mind to focus.  Indulge me, if you will, in a few off-topic thoughts:

We live in an angry world.  Fortunately, there is often enough good out there to allow us to maintain some sort of hope in the face of the bad.  But this week…oh my God, this week.  I find myself dreading going on twitter because my timeline is full of hatred.  It’s being spewed by people on both sides of the political and cultural divide and none of it is really designed to debate an issue or change anyone’s mind.  Instead, it’s simply a celebration of just how capable and imaginative we, as a species, are when it comes to finding excuses to hate one another.

Sometimes, it becomes too much to handle.  It’s infuriating.  It’s depressing.  It’s exhausting.  I can understand why my fellow TSL writer, Viktor VonGlum, takes occasional breaks from all forms of social media.

I think, ultimately, the main reason all of the twitter fights and the angry Facebook memes and the internet trolling gets to me is because it all feels so pointless.  It’s depressing that there are apparently thousands of people out there who believe that tweeting out a picture of  some smirking comedian talking about what he thinks Jesus would do is somehow the equivalent of true political activism.  The whole idea that any of this is being done to make the world a better place is a fantasy.  Instead, it’s simply a reflection of the fact that we live in an angry and hateful world.  Nobody’s mind is going to be expanded.  Nothing is going to be accomplished.  Nothing is going to be changed.  And nothing is ever going to get better.  And let’s be honest, here — the majority of twitter activists don’t want to change the world.  If the world ever became more like the one they claim to want, they would lose their excuse for being angry and hence, their reason for existing.

That’s why I usually refuse to comment on politics on twitter.  That’s why, whenever any of my friends on Facebook send out a political meme, I usually choose to hide the post.  Me, sign a petition?  Unless it’s related to film preservation, don’t count on it…

Or, at least, that’s what I would have said until earlier today.  That was when I read about the death of Cecil the Lion.  Cecil was a 13 year-old lion who lived in Zimbawe’s Hwange National Park.  Since 1999, Cecil had been a part of a study conducted by scientists from Oxford University.  Known for being a particularly friendly lion, Cecil was something of a national icon in his home country.

Earlier this month, an American tourist killed Cecil the Lion.  Working with two accomplices, this hunter used meat to lure Cecil away from the safety of the park.  He then shot Cecil with a bow and arrow.  When that failed to kill Cecil, this hunter spent 40 hours tracking Cecil.  When he found the wounded Cecil, he shot and killed him with a rifle.  Cecil was then skinned and beheaded.  To the hunter, Cecil was just another trophy.  Cecil’s cubs have now been left without a father and will probably be killed as other male lions seek to take over Cecil’s pride.

Well, when I read that story, I finally had enough.  I was finally as pissed off as everyone else on twitter.  And I did something that I have never done before.  I signed a petition over at Whitehouse.gov, demanding that the American tourist be extradited to face poaching charges in Zimbawe.  And if the story of Cecil’s death pissed you off as much as it did me, I would ask you to consider signing as well.  Here’s the link.

(As someone who believes in as little government as possible, I am as shocked as anyone by the fact that I’m petitioning the government to actually do something.)

Thank you for your consideration and for indulging me in this little off-topic rant.

Cecil The Lion, R.I.P.

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Music We Love – The Songs of James Horner


As of this writing, there’s been news about a plane crash in California. The plane was registered to Film Composer James Horner, and supposedly, the pilot didn’t survive. There’s a possibility that Horner has passed, but I’m going write this as if he wasn’t and update it later if it changes.

I just hope it doesn’t.

Note: We’ve received confirmation from various sources citing Horner’s assist that the composer has indeed died. Such a loss. 

I’ve always loved James Horner’s music, from way back in the eighties with Wolfen, Krull and Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan. I’ve also spent a lot of time making fun of the notion that if you listen to these films and many of Horner’s other pieces, there were these familiar sounds in them. It was as if he recycled a lot of his themes to a degree that would put Hans Zimmer to shame. Still, he won an Oscar for Titanic. Below are some of my favorite Horner related tracks.

Wolfen (1981)

Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan (1982) – The Genesis Countdown – Love this one.

Krull (1983) 

Commando (1982) – Some thought this to be one of Horner’s worst, but I liked it.

Aliens (1986) – The beginning of this song, Resolution and Hyperspace, was never used in the film Aliens. It was, however, featured near the end of Die Hard, for some reason.

Willow (1988) – Escape from the Tavern.

The Rocketeer (1991) – The Flying Circus was one of my favorite tracks. This was a wonderful action piece.

Braveheart (1994) – The Battle of Stirling – Where William Wallace asks his men to Hold.

Titanic (1997) – Hard to Starboard – Everything seems great for Jack & Rose, but something looms in the distance. Great piece.

A Beautiful Mind (2001) – Real or Imagined. Beautiful at the start, tragic near the end.

Christopher Lee, R.I.P.


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The picture above is Christopher Lee in the 1998 film Jinnah.  In this epic biopic, Lee played Muhammad Ali Jinniah, the founder of modern Pakistan.  Up until yesterday, I had never heard of Jinnah but, after news of Lee’s death broke, Jinnah was frequently cited as being Lee’s personal favorite of his many roles and films.

Consider that.  Christopher Lee began his film career in the 1940s and he worked steadily up until his death.  He played Dracula.  He played The Man with the Golden Gun.  Christopher Lee appeared, with his future best friend Peter Cushing, in Laurence Olivier’s Oscar-winning Hamlet.  He played Seurat in John Huston’s Moulin Rouge.  He appeared in both The Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit trilogies.  He appeared in several films for Tim Burton.  He even had a small role in Martin Scorsese’s Hugo.  He appeared in two Star Wars prequels.  He appeared in the original Wicker Man (and reportedly considered it to be his favorite of his many horror films).  He appeared in Oscar winners and box office hits.  And, out of all that, Christopher Lee’s personal favorite was Jinnah, a film that most people have never heard about.

Unless, of course, you live in Pakistan.  When I did a google search on Christopher Lee, I came across several Pakistani news sources that announced: “Christopher Lee, star of Jinnah, has died.”

And really, that somehow seems appropriate.  Christopher Lee was the epitome of an international film star.  He worked for Hammer in the UK.  He worked with Jess Franco in Spain and Mario Bava in Italy.  He appeared in several movies in the United States.  And, in Pakistan, he played Jinnah.  And I haven’t seen Jinnah but I imagine he was probably as great in that role as he was in every other role that I saw him play.  Over the course of his long career, Christopher Lee appeared in many good films but he also appeared in his share of bad ones.  But Christopher Lee was always great.

It really is hard to know where to begin with Christopher Lee.  Though his death was announced on Thursday, I haven’t gotten around to writing this tribute until Friday.  Admittedly, when I first heard that Lee had passed away, I was on a romantic mini-vacation and had promised myself that I would avoid, as much as possible, getting online for two days.  But, even more than for those personal reasons, I hesitated because I just did not know where to start when it came to talking about Christopher Lee.  He was one of those figures who overwhelmed by his very existence.

We all know that Christopher Lee was a great and iconic actor.  And I imagine that a lot of our readers know that Lee had a wonderfully idiosyncratic musical career, releasing his first heavy metal album when he was in his 80s.  Did you know that Lee also served heroically during World War II and, after the war ended, helped to track down fleeing Nazi war criminals?  Did you know that it has been speculated that Lee may have served as one of the role models for James Bond?  (Ian Fleming was a cousin of Lee’s and even tried to convince Lee to play Dr. No in the first Bond film.)  Christopher Lee lived an amazing life, both on and off the screen.

But, whenever one reads about Christopher Lee and his career or watches an interview with the man, the thing that always comes across is that, for someone who played so many evil characters, Christopher Lee appeared to be one the nicest men that you could ever hope to meet.  Somehow, it was never a shock to learn that his best friend was his frequent screen nemesis, Peter Cushing.

Christopher Lee is one of those great actors who we assumed would always be here.  The world of cinema will be a sadder world without him.

Legends together

Legends together

Here is a list of Christopher Lee films that we’ve reviewed here on the Shattered Lens.  Admittedly, not all of these reviews focus on Lee but they do provide a hint of the man’s versatility:

  1. Airport ’77
  2. Dark Shadows
  3. Dracula A.D. 1972
  4. Dracula Has Risen From The Grave
  5. Dracula, Prince of Darkness
  6. Hercules in the Haunted World
  7. The Hobbit
  8. The Hobbit: Battle of the Five Armies
  9. Horror Express
  10. The Horror of Dracula
  11. Hugo
  12. Jocks
  13. The Man With The Golden Gun
  14. The Satanic Rites of Dracula
  15. Scars of Dracula
  16. Scream and Scream Again
  17. Season of the Witch
  18. Starship Invasions
  19. Taste The Blood of Dracula
  20. The Wicker Tree

Sir Christopher Lee was 93 years old and he lived those 9 decades in the best way possible.  As long as there are film lovers, he will never be forgotten.

In Praise of Mad Max: Fury Road’s Crazy Guitar Guy


Mad Max: Fury Road opened this weekend and, taking in 45 million at the box office and maintaining an amazing 98% rating at Rotten Tomatoes, it has thrilled both critics and audiences.  From George Miller’s breakneck direction to Charlize Theron’s performance as a one-armed warrior queen, there is much to praise about Mad Max: Fury Road.   For many, though, the best part of the film is the “crazy guitar guy.”

iotaIf you have seen Max Max: Fury Road, you know exactly who I am talking about.  He is the red jumpsuit-wearing, masked man who plays a mean guitar and wields a flamethrower at the same time.  When the War Boys chase Furiousa and Max across the desert, he is a passenger on a massive truck.  On the back of the truck, drummers pound away.  On the front of truck, he dangles above a stack of speakers and amplifiers while playing a double-neck guitar that is also a flame thrower.  Though he is known to many as simply being the crazy guitar guy, his character has a name.  He is Coma, the Doof Warrior.  In just one weekend, he has become a cult hero.

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The Doof Warrior is played by Australian musician and theatrical actor, iOTA (born Sean Hape).  In an interview with Yahoo Movies, iOTA describes the Doof Warrior as being “a post-apocalyptic drummer boy.”  From the drummer boys who played and often died on Civil War battlegrounds to the modern-day soldiers who blasted Rock the Casbah during the Invasion of Iraq, music and war have always gone together.  The Doof Warrior’s heavy metal riffs are the perfect battle music for Mad Max‘s hyper-masculine War Boys.

Why, in a film full of crazy characters and exciting moments, has the Doof Warrior become so popular?  The most obvious answer is that he looks cool and he has a flamethrower.  However, another reason is that we know nothing about him.  For all the attention that he has received, the Doof Warrior is only onscreen for a handful of minutes and he has no dialogue.  Miller and iOTA worked out an elaborate backstory for the Doof Warrior but none of it is revealed in the movie.  Much like Boba Fett in The Empire Strikes Back (and before the character was ruined with Attack of the Clones), the Doof Warrior remains an enigma who can be whatever we want or need him to be.

Iota3Beyond that, the Doof Warrior is living the fantasy of everyone who has ever played air guitar or spent hours debating whether James Hetfield or Kirk Hammett is the better guitarist.  Anyone who has ever taken a guitar lesson has fantasized about watching an audience go mad while listening to his music.  The War Boys may be going to war but the Doof Warrior is playing the greatest concert of his life.  No wonder that, even when he is in the middle of a battle, the Doof Warrior never stops playing.

So, before his legacy is tarnished by bad fanfic and tumblr overexposure, let us take a minute to raise a glass to the coolest character in the coolest film of the year, the one and only Doof Warrior.

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