ETHOS // SCRIPTURE (JOHN 5:31-47): 'In which I attempt to describe the relationship between Jesus and the scriptures via the Invisible Man'
Here’s my longer sermon notes from this morning’s, Metro Christian Centre, Bury & Whitefield service (dated 26th September 2021). As always, you can always listen and watch this on our YouTube channel. ETHOS Thanks for the feedback on our series on the Beatitudes. It’s been a pleasure and a challenge to spend time grappling with those incredible words. The reason we did so, as I said at the…
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classic literature mad scientists really think they’re hot shit and that they can play god but the second they have to take responsibility for their actions they become chickenshit wimps. all of them. I love it honestly, like it’s not even about hubris it’s just about them crying and shitting and pissing themselves as soon as they realize their actions have consequences no matter how small.
i tried typing in that image shack url but, alas. lost to time. anyway, more trying too hard... but koolaid man mowing down waves of caprisun is still a little badass.
notice the large gaps in time between drawings. i became very frustrated with taking pen to tablet and grew lazy, and it shows.
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i love it sm i have it on dvd 😌
Drew some of my favorite guys today hehe
(Human mike because i felt like it ❤ )
Kemp, sarcastically: "Pleasure to see you again, Griffin. Or perhaps not see you, given the circumstances."
Griffin, very much invisible but wearing a nice hat: "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about."
i did this.
DAMN IT, THE SHADOWS ARE IN THE WRONG PLACE
Here's a silly little comic
Meet Nick Monet! I'm slowly expanding out my Dractective story, and Nick immediately became my favorite. Whoops.
THE UNIVERSAL MONSTER MOVIE COLLECTION!
For those of you not familiar with the term, this is the collection of films made by Universal between the years of 1923 with "The Hunchback of Notre Dame" and 1960 with "The Leech Woman", which starred all manner of vampires, giant bugs, walking cadavers, and half human/half "fill in the blank" style creatures.
Some of these pictures happen to be some of my favorite films of all time, with several being listed in my Top 50 movies I've ever seen. In previous movie reviews, I've touched upon some of the films from this canon already such as "The Creature of the Black Lagoon" and "The Black Cat".
However, with today's entry, I'm going to talk about one that nearly rivals "Bride" in its overall greatness. I'm talking about the classic tale of science and addiction gone horribly wrong: "The Invisible Man" starring Claude Rains!
The Invisible Man
Made in 1933, this movie is the third of four insanely wonderful horror movies directed by the late great James Whale which the original Frankenstein, The Old Dark House, and Bride of Frankenstein.
All Pre Hays Code films, they capitalize on the lack of the strict controls and censorship that would plague later monster movies from this era, by delivering an dark, atmospheric and all together terrifying windows into worlds where science goes horribly wrong and terrors lurk in every shadow.
I think the thing I like most about James Whale's particular entries into the Universal Monster canon is his use of German Expressionism to create very stark, harsh, and unnatural scenes that tend to ratchet up the tension naturally and tends to keep the audience on edge. For more modern movie goers, Tim Burton is also big proponent of its influence so many of his films, even the more benign ones, tend to also use these cinematic techniques.
However, for me, whether it's this film or Cabinet of Dr. Caligari, nothing is better for unnerving your viewers than opposing contrast and fierce angles. In any case, The Invisible Man is obviously the first film adaptation of the world renowned HG Wells novel of the same name, with some slight alterations. Mainly the changes deal with the character of Griffin, the Invisible Man himself, and his relationship to others.
In the books, Griffin doesn't really have much of a backstory, just kind of an insane nobody that just happened to get these fantastic powers. In the movie though, Griffin is a respected chemist who falls in love with his boss's daughter and in wanting to make something of himself to prove himself worthy of her affections, starts dangerous experiments with the substance Monocane, which after repeated injections renders him invisible.
It also renders him homicidal and megalomaniac, although it could be a combination of the drug's influence, the shock of losing his identity through not being able to see himself any longer, the frustration over not finding a cure for his condition, and the total lack of sleep (he really seems never to have a moment of peace in this entire movie).
However, regardless of how you slice it, in the end the movie is a shared journey into the depths of Griffin's madness, going from a charming gentleman to a completely unhinged psychopath that kills for the sake of killing until he too meets his own bloody end at the hands of the police.
2am Thoughts and Reflections:
Having mentioned the overall them of this film being a decent man's fall from grace, the important symbolism of drug addiction was not lost on this cowboy. the Invisible Man is the story of a man who dares experiment on himself with unknown untested substances and the aftereffect of such as it begins to alienate him from his fellow man is manifested in increasingly severe paranoia and delusions of invincibility.
Through the repeated injections of Monocane (cough...insert drug here...) Griffin begins to fade away from his fellow man, turning from a brilliant man of science to an increasingly violent predator. There's even an intervention by his fiance, Flora, who pleads with him to come with her and get help. The similarities to the drug problem that we as a society have wrestled with for decades is palatable, and I feel whether you enjoy science fiction or not, you should watch the film just for that engaging metaphor.
It doesn't hurt that viewers can bask in the magnificent way Claude Rains plays the part that drives home why even modern audiences should sit up and take notice. Claude Rains, in his first American screen appearance, plays an Invisible Man that is the perfect mix of manic energy, cultured sophistication, and devilish malice. You can hear in his voice an air of superiority and confidence that has been eaten away by the illness of invisibility to the point that its a strange hollow shell of itself. Its a man trying desperately to struggle against the freight train of insanity that's about to make a beeline for his front door, but with every passing moment and the realization that he may be stuck like this forever, he slowly slips away from reality into a world of his own fantasy.
A world where he has the power to take what he wants without repercussions without empathy or remorse. A world where he has been cheated and scorned to the point he feels completely separate from his fellow man. But through it all Mr. Rains never plays it without that underlying dignity so that it never seems campy or over the top. Even at its most absurd where the Invisible man is skipping down the road in just a pair of trousers singing "Here we go gathering nuts in May!" looking very much like a scene fro one of my daughter's favorite Dr. Seuss' short stories "What was I Scared of?, It never feels over the top or played for laughs.
There's a level of menace and unhinged ferocity, somewhat like when really good authors write the Joker properly in Batman. It's like he's laughing but he'd snap your neck at any moment. Definitely not a character to mess around with. Not that it's surprising, I'm a pretty huge fan of a ton of great movies where Claude Rains plays slick, sophisticated baddies such as Prince John in Errol Flynn's The Adventures of Robin Hood, the corrupt senator in Mr. Smith Goes to Washington or the former Nazi slowly poisoning his wife in Notorious.
Even his most famous role as Captain Louis Renault in Casablanca, although he ends up being a stand up guy, he's more that capable of dirty deeds and machinations. Yes, for all of you that might not have seen any of these films, climb out from under your rock and check them out. However if you fail to heed my words, just think of Claude as the perfect guy to play an admiral in the Imperial Fleet from Star Wars, that overly British classy type of villain...although again...that's not doing him justice. Oh just watch some of his movies, DAMN IT!
Final Grade: A++
C'mon was there ever a doubt about this grade? One of the best of the best. Second only to Bride of Frankenstein in terms of these classic Monster movies. Not surprising either given it was the same director, same overall theme of science gone terribly wrong, and it used most of the same actors/actresses.
A personal favorite from the supporting cast is Una O'Connor who played the Inn keepers wife. She also played Frankenstein's housekeeper in Bride and in both she's insanely over the top, gaping and gawing, chewing up the scenery...just terrific. However you don't have to take my word for it.
The Library of Congress has put this film in its national film preservation archives back in 2008 for being "culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant. Not only that but it's also among the list of films with a 100% rating on Rotten Tomatoes, which is definitely not an easy thing to do.
In closing, I do want to give credit for the ingenious and groundbreaking visual effects work by John P. Fulton, John J. Mescall and Frank D. Williams.
Done all without CGI obviously, it also strikes me of how incredible some artists can be with practical effects to the point where I wish it would embolden more modern film makers to choose real life special effects instead of simply resorting to computers. whose work is often credited for the success of the film.
My personal favorite is the effect at the end of the film where Griffin is walking out of a barn in the snow to meet the police. The footprints effect was done simply by having footprint sized trap doors in the studio floor, which would be activated dropping those sections lower than the rest of the floor, hence looking like the footprint.
I mean...that seems simple until you really think about it! I just ask you...would you have thought of that...?
In a modern day world, a select few gothic horror characters live under the same roof, that being Dr. Henry Jekyll's mansion. This is about all the stupid stuff they get into, as well as getting free therapy from each other.
Dr. Henry Jekyll, a meek pediatrician, who's DEFINITELY mentally stable, trying to keep calm and control over his house.
Edward Hyde, an elfish dude with a passion of gardening and is posing as Henry's adoptive son.
Adam Frankenstein, a shy and gentle giant who likes drawing and just wants to fit in with the rest of his friends.
Victor Frankenstein, a young man with a temper three times the size of him and acts as if he's better than everyone.
Dr. Griffin, an invisible scientist who hardly talks and loves playing pranks on the rest of the household.
Erik, a strange little man who always wears a mask and hat to hide his face, and has no grasp of social interaction, thanks to living under an opera house for an entire decade.
And finally Dorian Gray, a flamboyant 'young' man who takes a lot of pride in his appearance and is very outdated in slang, despite being 20 years old...
And that's everyone important! Feel free to ask anything!
Here's my new AU Gothic Gang!!!
I'm very excited about this and I've been waiting to share this. Ok so the basic premise is that it's modern day and a few gothic horror characters(Henry Jekyll, Edward Hyde, Victor Frankenstein, Adam Frankenstein, Dorian Gray, Dr. Griffin and Erik from POTO) live under the same roof and learn how to open up about their individual problems and grow stronger relationships. I will eventually put this stuff on a separate blog.
Feel free to ask me anything about it!
The Invisible Man (2000-2002) - S01E01 “Pilot”
IN THE DEAD OF THE NIGHT
James Buchanan was born in the late 18th century, though he doesn’t remember the date. He was turned at the age of 30 after his village was taken over by a coven of vampires. He spent the majority of the next century traveling with the coven as they moved around the country to defer detection. He hated his existence and did everything he could to try and find an alternate way to live. With the help of a witch, he was able to imbue a ring with properties that allowed him to live in the sunshine once more. He used the extra time and energy he had to study science and work towards a substitute for blood.
Around the 1960′s, he was able to find a group of scientists that made progress towards finding a solution. Once he was able to get it easily mass-produced under the guise of blood transfusions, he began advocating for vampire rights. He started a vampire rights group that pushed through legal action to protect vampires.
By the 20th century, he’s a well known name in the vampire and human community and he’s very well off due to the patents he holds on the blood substitute. He’s living in New York City and working to live the most normal life he can find. But, he often finds himself giving in to his darker instincts.
Thinking of my 12th grade English teacher who told me to read Invisible Women after she saw me sitting surrounded by men because I was the only senior girl in computer science. Bless her.
A/: Smut in the second half of the chapter, please use caution
The repairs on the cabin were coming along better than you expected. The roof was fixed, and the cupboards in the kitchen had all been replaced. The overlay on the floors had been ripped and discarded, and luckily beneath the overlay was hardwood that could be fixed by being sanded and stained.
It was coming together, and Ari speculated that it would be done before the first significant snowfall, which was everything you wanted to hear and devastating all rolled into one.
Things came quicker, and with the two of you working on what you could, albeit you were doing menial tasks, the repairs were coming along better than anticipated.
The plan was to rebuild, remodel and sell. You planned only to be here as long as it was necessary and then head back to Boston.
You never intended to stay long-term. You intended to stay for the winter, seeing as you thought you’d be getting trapped here when the snow fell. But if everything was going to be done, or mostly done before the first significant snowfall, it had you wondering how long you really would stay?
Ari was your soulmate, and the two of you had been sleeping together, but as far as you knew, the two of you weren’t exactly official.
But you should’ve been right? You should be official because you were soulmates? And yet, the idea of being in a genuine and authentic relationship with Ari had scared you.
Your last relationship left you exposed and battered, bruised from the act of cheating and waiting around for a man who didn’t want you until he lost you.
You were frightened of a relationship with Ari.
But thrillingly and excitingly. Like you were about to take a significant risk like you were standing at the edge of a platform above a canyon.
It felt like you were given a chance to bungee jump, and every harness was attached and secured; every safety measure was in place. It was your decision, the final decision to either jump and feel the rush, feeling the experience that would make you feel so alive.
Would you take that jump? Would you embrace the heart-stopping moment of falling before you were caught?
Would you take that leap and hope for the better? Or would you climb back from the edge for the sake of preserving the rest of your fragile heart that was slowly healing?
Ari was your soulmate, and you were his. He had spared you the knowledge that you were paired together until the two of you had slept together for the first time. He hadn’t told you because he wanted you to choose.
And you had chosen Ari. You had decided to accept the string tying you together.
However, the cabin was going to be done sooner. The cabin was going to be done and would be left with life back in Boston. You were single and had a few friends that would miss you if you left, but that wasn’t the anchor keeping you there.
It was your apartment that was leased and the job that expected you to come back.
But maybe you were deluding yourself. Perhaps you had fewer connections in Boston than you realized. If you had chosen to stay indefinitely, you would have the cabin, and you could always find a new job. You could break the lease, pack up and move.
Many different tracks were running in your head, a lot of different paths to navigate. You had more on your mind than you had anticipated when you started thinking about what kind of future you wanted. What kind of future are you could both with and without Ari.
It made you think, really think about what you wanted.
And everything, every thought and desire, came back to Ari.
He didn’t piss around. He found you immediately when you returned to the hotel and had gently led you away from the lobby to his office to tell you the news. He had closed the door behind you and drew you close, first stealing your breath with a lofty kiss that dazed you, and then he told you the news he knew you hadn’t wanted to hear.
“Your ex-boyfriend is here looking for you.” Ari’s large hands had encircled your hips, and he had pulled you into his broad chest, gauging your silence for momentary shock. “He checked in this morning when you were gone.”
“He’s here?” You muttered, resting your cheek against his shoulder. “Now?”
“I haven’t seen him leave yet. He’s been in his hotel room all day.”
“Why is he here?” You pulled away and frowned, your eyebrows furrowed. “Did he say anything?”
“He wants to take you back to Boston.” Ari removed his left hand from your hip and placed it against the side of your neck, and began stroking your jaw with his thumb.
“I don’t suppose he was going to give me an option.”
“Are you okay? You want me to handle it?” He continued to brush his thumb back and forth along your jawline, a pleasant buzzing spreading from his contact; it made your whole body come to life with lovely electricity.
“I will deal with it if you want me to. You don’t even need to see him.” He had leaned in and pressed the first of many small kisses against your flesh, the first being placed against your forehead. “I mean it, honey. If you don’t want to see him-“
“No.” You cut him off. “I should confront him. I should tell him to pack his things and drag his ass back to Boston. Did you at least give him a bad room?”
“The worst we have,” Ari smirked into a kiss and had slowly turned you to press your back against the side of his desk.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, jumping to sit on the edge. When Ari had stepped in between your legs, you wrapped your legs around his waist and locked him in, a series of sighs and airy whimpers bouncing off the walls of the office when he trailed his lips down your jawline. His soft, open-mouthed kisses had brought a rise of goosebumps to your flesh, and when he had nipped at a portion of your neck that was a particular sweet spot, you arched your back and ground your hips against him.
“You need a distraction?” His voice reverberated in your ears while his fingers were occupied with lifting your shirt inch by inch, exposing your stomach and the band of your jeans. “You wanna feel my tongue, bunny?”
“Fuck..” You whined. “Please…”
Ari started a trail of kisses down your neck and collarbone, nipping at your flesh with his teeth. He was bringing you a sense of pleasure with seemingly innocent gestures, despite the hungry look in his eyes or the neediness that was radiating from him.
“Ari,” you moaned and arched your back as he latched his mouth onto the upper swelling of your breasts. You watched him when he grabbed the bottom edge of your shirt and ripped the cotton clean in two, exposing you and your black balconette bra to him and the stiff peaks of your nipples that were hardening from the sudden departure of your shirt.
“You need to be quiet, little bunny,” Ari smirked and had locked eyes with you when he placed the first kiss to your chest, directly above the cut of your bra. He knew what he was doing, and he knew how quickly you would become a seeping pool underneath him.
“Patience, bunny.” Ari nipped at the swell of your breast trapped in the cup of your bra. “You’ll have my tongue on your pretty pussy soon enough.”
You shivered pleasantly. You shivered from the feeling of his tongue lapping at your covered nipple and his hands gripping your hips as he tasted your breasts. You shivered at the promise of him eating your pussy on his desk in his office while your ex was somewhere in the hotel, and his staff could come by any moment.
“I need you….” You whined and ground your hips, ground your covered cunt against his hard-on. “I need something-“
“Only well-behaved girls get what they need.” He used his teeth to tug on your nipple through your bra gently, and the audible gasp you released had only made him smirk against you. “Use your words.”
“Please, Ari,” you pleaded, “I need something now. Please.”
“I won’t you unsatisfied.” He mumbled against you, pulling his mouth off one of your nipples. His lips had travelled down the expanse of your stomach, and he took his time drawing soft mewls and moans from you.
Ari was busy with both his mouth and his fingers. He was busy painting an invisible pattern on your skin with his mouth while his fingers were occupied popping the button of your jeans, and then he began slowly tugging your jeans down your hips and thighs, exposing your already soaked cunt to him.
“You have such a pretty pussy, bunny.” He crooned and ceased kissing you to admire your soaked panties and your swollen, puffy pussy lips. “I can’t wait to taste it.”
“Ari-“ Your protest became strangled when he dropped to his knees and hooked his arms under your legs to yank you further.
You could feel his breath against your thighs, the warm puffs of air the precursor to feeling the tip of his nose brushing against your clit. You were soaked; you knew you were soaked through your panties, and yet the anticipation of having Ari’s mouth on you, to have him fucking you with his tongue, hadn’t done you any favours.
“Fuck, baby,” he didn’t bother moving your panties aside; he had latched onto your clit and began sucking your hard nub through your wet underwear.
You slammed your hand against the desk, and your hips rose from the wood. Your legs were already shaking from the feeling of immense pleasure that had shot through you the moment Ari began teasing your clit. You were a mess, and he had just started. You were already moaning like a common whore, your hands gripping all that you could manage to hold onto.
“Such a sweet pussy,” he moaned and grazed his teeth against the hard button above your swollen lips, “you need more, baby? You need me to fuck you with my tongue?”
“Ari!” You screamed in sexualized frustration, knowing precisely what you needed and wanted. “Please!”
You felt his lips curl into a smirk, and then his mouth was gone. He had gently slapped your cunt through your soaked panties and looked at you between your legs, giving you a glance at your juices caught in his beard.
“Since you asked so nicely,” his eyes flashed, and he lowered his head again, pushing your underwear to the side, “I’ll treat you fairly, honey.”
You felt the first swipe of his tongue against your dripping pussy; the first contact made had nearly made you jump entirely from the desk. Your hand had flown to the back of his head, where you had gripped his hair and shoved his chair closer. He chuckled and tapped your thigh twice before his tongue speared your pussy, the thick and went muscle flicking and moving inside your cunt like a second cock.
You were ready to cum already. You were so turned on, so close to your peak, and he had just started tongue fucking you.
“Oh fuck…” Your head fell, and you jerked your hips, thrusting your pussy closer to him, “shit, shit, shit-“
“You taste so fucking good.” Ari had pulled away for a moment to kiss your inner thigh and push two of his fingers into your tight, dripping cunt, “you taste so fucking good, and you’re going to cum on my fingers and my tongue.
“Yes!” you cried in pleasure and laid back against the desk. You moved your hands from the desk and Ari’s hair and instead had cupped your breasts. You whined; you moaned and preened under his tongue and his fingers. “I’m going to cum!”
Ari had doubled down on his efforts to get you to cum for him. With two fingers steadily fucking you and his mouth latched onto your clit, it was only a matter of time before your whole body had jerked and then stilled as you reached your blinding peak.
You screamed his name, making no effort to keep quiet as your cum surged from your fucked heat and onto his mouth and beard. You were taken to a blissful high, a delightful euphoric home where Ari had filled you with his fingers and his tongue and had lapped at your sticky sweet cum.
“You wanna taste yourself, honey?” He pulled his mouth off your clit with a pop and stood, licking and sucking your mix of cum and arousal off his fingers. “Come on, little bunny; you need to taste how sweet you are.”
You didn’t pause; you didn’t hesitate to open your mouth when he placed his fingers against your lips. You took the tips of his fingers into your mouth and sucked like his fingers were his cock.
“Good girl,” he leaned over and kissed your forehead, “now you can return the favour. Then we’ll find your ex and have a little conversation with my cum in your belly and your pussy.”
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thinkin bout. post-canon millarion.