Showing posts with label Mario Acevedo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mario Acevedo. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

In the Handbasket: Mario Acevedo



Mario's back, boys and girls! Jailbait Zombie, the latest installment in the adventures of undead Vampire detective Felix Gomez is out just today, and Mario has dropped by to clue us in on the post-apocalyptic films that shaped his deliciously twisted vision.

If you haven't checked out his work already, you can get to know more about him at his website. (Don't tell him I said so, but he's a sweetheart in person and you can stalk him, uh, I mean meet him and say nice things to him, when he visits a town close to you.)

Here's his answer to the question, "Mario, what do you write?"


"I write contemplative social commentary disguised as vampire detective novels (with lots of nekkid ladies)."

Take it away, Mario!

Day after Doomsday by Mario Acevedo

We all worry about tomorrow. But what happens when there is no tomorrow? Meaning the world as we know it has gone poof! Or bang!

Here was my assignment, write about my favorite post-apocalyptic movie. Which is timely considering the country is in an apocalyptic mood.

I wonder about the fascination with such gloomy predictions. We scramble so hard to make the world a better place and yet we like to dwell on catastrophe.

Here are my movie picks.

We’ll start at the bottom.

DAMNATION ALLEY (1977) Not a particularly good movie. I give this post-atomic piece of cheese four slices. Starring Jan-Michael Vincent (what happened to him?) and George Peppard. Had a for real all-terrain vehicle with nifty tri-wheels that could climb over big rocks. See attacks by giant cockroaches! What was special about this film was that the studios predicted this turkey would be the sci-fi thriller of the summer. Instead it got roasted by a little flick called Star Wars.


THE OMEGA MAN (1971) Yet another interpretation of Richard Matheson’s novel. Film adaptations include one with Vincent Price (The Last Man on Earth-1964. Regarded as the most authentic to the book), the recent version with Will Smith (I Am Legend), and The Omega Man starring the Hollywood workhorse, Charlton Heston. I saw this movie in my formative years and the plot appealed to my youthful sense of anarchy (which compelled me to join the army. We make a better world by blowing it up.). In Omega Man, Heston thinks he is the last man on Earth which means he helps himself to all kinds of cool cars to tear around the city. A plague has turned the few survivors into zombies and at night they claw at barricades to get at Heston. Though in his later years he became a right-wing mouthpiece, in this movie Heston wasn’t afraid of a little jungle fever provided by the luscious Rosalind Cash

SOYLENT GREEN (1973, again with Charlton Heston) The premise of this movie could be the final Powerpoint slide of Al Gore’s Inconvenient Truth. Overpopulation and environmental destruction has driven civilization and the planet to the verge of collapse. No one has jobs. (Yikes! Maybe this movie was too prescient.) The government keeps hungry mobs in line by doling out multi-colored crackers made of who-knows-what. For riot duty, the cops didn’t bother with tear gas, they used front end loaders to scoop up the troublemakers. Despite the futuristic setting, the hi-tech toy (for its time) was a lame pre-Space Invaders video game. Apartments (if you could afford them) came pre-furnished with booty call (all babes, naturally. Sorry women, no man-candy available.). The movie was shot with a hazy glare to replicate the smog and the depressing ambience. Noteworthy as being the last movie appearance of tough guy, Edward G Robinson. Everybody gets on but it was sad to see him as a frail old man. Heston utters the most terrifying words I hope we never hear: “The oceans are dying.”

Spoiler Alert (unless you’ve seen The Simpsons)--The punch line of the movie has become a joke. Soylent Green is people! In her wisdom, Mother Nature doesn’t condone human cannibalism. Even with Soylent Green we wouldn’t last long as we’d die from a people version of mad-cow disease.

THE TIME MACHINE (1960) Though remade in 2002, I prefer the original with Rod Taylor. In this movie we go way, way past the apocalypse. I was in awe of the time machine in its ultracool Steampunk Victorian glory (loved the sound) and the time-lapse special effects of bodies decomposing and the earth changing. Didn’t like that all the good people were as blond as Nazis (though wimps) and the Morlocks looked suspiciously ghetto. The civil defense air raid sirens freaked me out (and still do). I first saw this movie on summer vacation when we kids got into the theater by bringing empty cartons of Meadow Gold milk products.



PLANET OF THE APES (1968) My favorite post-apocalyptic movie, and yet another Charlton Heston flick. Though the more recent version with Mark Wahlberg (2001) has better special effects and the ending is more in keeping with the original novel by Pierre Boulle, the Heston version remains on top because of its dramatic punch. Compare Apes with another classic sci-fi movie that came out that same year: 2001: A Space Odyssey. While Odyssey captivated audiences with its gorgeous special effects and music, the head-scratcher premise of its bizarre ending couldn’t compete with the final whammy of Apes. I didn’t know the ending when I first saw Apes and it had me thinking for days. Unfortunately, the sequels redefined suck.

See you in the End Times.

Happy Fanging!

Mario Acevedo

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Octoberguest! Mario Acevedo



Scary. Wild. Funny. Definitely over-the-top in the best way! That's the only way to describe Mario Acevedo's work. Mario writes the Felix Gomez vampire-detective series for Eos HarperCollins: The Nymphos of Rocky Flats, X-Rated Blood Suckers, and his latest novel The Undead Kama Sutra. I knew he'd be perfect to get us ready for the Halloween season here at the Handbasket! Stay tuned this March for his next novel Jailbait Zombie.

This is Mario's busy season, so he wants to make sure that the goodies he's brought to the Handbasket--a signed Advance Reader's Copy of one of his novels and a Devil Duck!--get snapped up this week. Anyone who comments on his post between now and end-of-day Saturday is eligible!


Welcome, Mario!



It’s October and since I write vampire stories, I get swamped with requests for articles. It would be easy enough except for one huge reason. My vampire doesn’t cooperate. He hates Halloween.

You would think that being surrounded by fans in vampire costumes is an ego boost. Not true. To my vampire, seeing all those weirdos in cheesy capes and fake fangs would be like Paul Robeson attending an Amos and Andy show with the actors in black face. It’s not camp, it’s insulting.

What about Santa Claus at Christmas? I asked my vampire. There are thousands of Santa imposters and I’ve yet to hear one peep of protest from the North Pole.

Whole different holiday, my vampire answered. Santa doesn’t mind ‘cause he needs the help. It’s his busiest season what with overtime for the elves, inventory snafus, stuff getting held up in Customs, and he’s still supposed to have kids sit on his lap at the mall? If it was me, of course I’d love a regiment of helpers.

But Halloween ain’t that at all. Sure, these costumed freaks make it easier for me to blend in but I get around anyway. What I resent is going out and being mistaken for a pretend bloodsucker. I didn’t lose my soul for nothing.

What’s with the Goth folks? I’d kill to get my tan back and these pasty-faced wanna-be’s actually cultivate a corpse in a tomb complexion.

And then there’s the fake “blood” punch. Plus the “blood” enchiladas. And the “type-A” marinara sauce. Don’t bring up “Bloody” Mary’s. Since when did we vampires stop drinking real booze? What’s the point of being immortal if you can’t get tight now and again?

One thing that really sticks in my craw are zombies. Really, try getting a zombie out of your craw. They’re all gummy and nasty-tasting. Unfortunately, zombies are all the rage now. Why, I don’t know. They smell like Dumpsters and leave pus on the furniture. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been to a cocktail party and guests start to haggle over the difference between zombies and vampires. Sure, we’re both undead but the similarities end there. We vampires are cool. We’re good company. We can control our appetites. I don’t know how many dinners I’ve seen ruined by zombies lunging over the table and snacking on the host’s brains. I mean right there. At the table. How rude.

Plus, we vampires are sexy. Everyone knows that. (Except for one particular barrista who won’t return my calls or texts.)

Have an awesome October.
Happy fanging.

Thanks for coming by, Mario!

Stop by tomorrow to meet poet and uber-blogger Michelle Brooks!

(If you comment on Mario's blog, you'll also be eligible for the end-of-month prizes: $100 Godiva and Harry&David giftbaskets and more books!)

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Quick Thrills

A review of my almost-week in the Big City wouldn't be complete without a mention of a the Quick Thrills From Out-of-Towners reading I did at Borders Manhattan Park Avenue with several of my friends. Definitely one of my favorite parts of the week (running a hard third behind coffee with WDWF and sitting next to the devastatingly handsome Barry Eisler at two dinners!), the event was conceived and organized by the beautiful and truly talented Michelle Gagnon whose latest novel, BONEYARD, is making quite the splash. Here's a shot of the participants taken with Tim Maleeny's camera--perhaps taken by our ticket chick and sultry snake model, Jennifer Talty.

Lee Child introduced us, and several in the crowd of around fifty people were disappointed that Lee didn't read. But in his typical spirit of generosity, he was careful to direct the spotlight on the rest of us, who are all on the emerging side of the business. It was a terrific crowd and I know I was grateful to see everyone there. A thousand thank-yous to Scott Marcus, the Borders Manhattan Park Avenue Manager!

From left to right: Tim Maleeny, Mario Acevedo, Michelle Gagnon, Alexandra Sokoloff, me, Shane Gericke, J.T. Ellison, and Laura Caldwell.

A special surprise for me was the appearance of my first and favorite stalker, Joe Frick, whom I met on myspace! He's a grad student studying something about English as a second language and he's lived in exotic locales like Thailand and Chicago and tells darned fine stories about his travels, domestic and foreign. He took a pic of us together--yes, photographic evidence of his obsession. I felt free to rip it from his awesome blog!

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Road Trip



It's shaping up to be a busy summer. Here's where you can catch up with me:


June 7-13
Tinker Mountain Writers Workshop, Hollins University, Roanoke, VA

June 10
Hollins Branch Public Library, Roanoke, VA
Reading, 7 pm (the book club meeting begins at 6:30, public reading at 7)


June 16
Private Book Club Appearance, Cincinnati, OH

June 19
Southern Illinois Writers Guild Meeting, John A. Logan Community College, Carterville,IL
Reading, 7 pm

July 9-13
Thrillerfest, Grand Hyatt, NYC


July 10
Quick Thrills from Out-of-Towners

Reading with Alexandra Sokoloff,
Shane Gericke, Michelle Gagnon, JT Ellison, Tim Maleeny, Mario Acevedo,
Laura Caldwell, introduction by Lee Child

Prizes, including an 8ft Plush Snake! Signing afterwards.
One hour reading--we promise!

Borders Manhattan Park Ave., Park @ 57th, 8 pm


When I return from New York, I'll be sticking close to home for the following few months, writing, writing, writing....

P.S. Quick Thrills postcard design done by Pinckney and me. Well, with a little help from Comic Life!