2013 2014 Upcoming Movies (Latest) with Trailers..... ALBION, one od our 'Elferinos' talks about juvenile vampire life and why he loves film... 6/16/13

There is a beautiful assortment of recollections down below, featuring past dreams and those yet to come. For cinema is just that... gift wrapped visions shared in the dark. 

We elferinos and elferinas love such things, savoring chill, fall nights at 'the movies.' I like to sit up close, bathed in the platinum radiance coming from the screen. Vampire dreams are like that. And what are we, but juvenile night-folk? I know many of you have GOOGLED - Marianne in Britches by Billy Kravitz . Can you tell me that would not make a haunting film? Or his BINGO BOY, or the sweeping saga that is EL RANCHO TEXACO. But I digress. Possibly because that writer, also known to you as wilkravitz misses the life-eater known as Jonathon. Yes, he appears from time to time, but our trim friend from old Al- Andaluz walks alone now. And we have no control over it. wilkravitz misses the tiny vials too. They're like tonics. Regular recipients need no physicians. Sometimes mortals, through judicious infusions (taken orally) live long lives. The 'Old Woman' whom you may recall from the earliest nights of this ... whatever it is... was roughly one hundred and forty years old at the time of her disappearance, yet still technically mortal. wilkravitz isn't that old, but far, far older than you'd expect. He needs the blood... not much...tiny drams to hold decrepitude at bay. I'm sure Baylah will help. 

Should my references puzzle you, wander through the entire vampire canon at ~> browse.feedreader.com/c/Billy_Kravitz_vampire_wonderland ...It's all there, from 'Papa's' earliest days by the alpine lakes of neolithic Europe, to Jonathon's time in the pit. Just scroll back and back and back to the beginning, almost 725,000 words ago. 

The Night-World is very rich. We've shared but a tiny morsel. 

Right now, I sit with my companion, the dear Celeste. She keeps close counsel and is quieter than Marianne, though if enough of you ask, she'll talk too. We watch a movie. The projectionist runs 'late' shows for beings like us. Minnie comes too. That's why we ran the Cab Calloway short some nights back, on the blog, I mean. She's named for his theme song. Minnie The Moocher. Gave it to herself. 

So we sit, all alone, save for a few disembodied spirits, and we watch. do you know there are special films the public never sees? Small jewels fashioned by little known names. They screen them at The Bilderberg Conference... at The Vampire Revels. That 'Golden Horde' magic house in London gets them, Camp David too, I believe.... other select venues too. I do not know them all.

This projectionist gets them too. He screens them for influential locals. Money can't get you in. So don't even try. And I cannot tell you anything about them. No, really, I can't. Shhhh, I don't want to talk anymore. Let me watch my dream....

But you can drift through the movie down below. It has a certain evocative enchantment. I particularly enjoyed the score.

Honest Trailers - Superman IV: The Quest for Peace...Sometimes the cast may be super but everything else isn't

First thing you gotta do...Go to You tube and SUBSCRIBE to the HONEST TRAILER people. But I think Earth needs a mirror image  SUPERMAN. By that, I mean a genetic human, one of us, transported to an Earth-like planet and culture where he or she develops extraordinary powers due to local conditions. I don't know what kind of suit they'd wear. Perhaps the form fitting ensemble comes from a Vegas or Atlantic City casino showroom dance review. Hero could be part of the corps de ballet who wanders into a tardis at a hotel movie prop show, only it's real. I don't know. I'm dizzy and tired. Don't take many nights off, but this is gonna be one of them, 'cause I'm staring at the screen like it's all just gonna appear there. Like I'm watching a movie and my brain and fingers have nothing to do with it. 

But think about it... A franchise where a human bean becomes invincible on another world. What would that be like? What would that Chamber of Solitude have in it? Would there be an alien 'family'? A second identity? Yo, Mel Brooks, where are you? I have to repair to my Chamber of Solitude. It's right next to the Chamber of Toilet, which houses The Throne of Contemplation and The Eternal Scriptures (old magazines).... G'night. 
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Thor: The Dark World Official Trailer #1 (2013) - Chris Hemsworth, Natal...DESTROY the turkey with your bare hands THIS THANKSGIVING and throw the bones to the hounds. .. See the trailer and commune with our night-folk after 6/14/13

Tried to post the clip up at the top, but some nights the demi-gods defy us and we've learned to pick our battles. Does THOR seem like a peculiar choice for a 'Holiday' film? Well, he does hail from a cold, icy climate, so maybe he's Santa Claus' neighbor? We of THE VAMPIRE WONDERLAND do not judge. Looks like a good picture, just right for the dark chill time between candy corn and mince meat....Enjoy..

And now our story (don't worry, the movie clip is down there)... The thousand year old organism, known as Jonathon, or Tomas, take your pick, walked along the narrow pathway. Seemed to be more an old Indian trail than anything else. Every so often deer, raccoon, bobcats or other unidentified life forms peeked out to mark his passage. Vampires love the woods. They relish the shadows and the cool, damp decay. Tomas was no different. But of course, if you've been with us for a while, you know that from the time spent in The Pines. And now, he's gone feral. First went the shoes. Then the shirt. Then the jeans and everything else. The lithe, young native of old Al-Andaluz vaulted through the tree tops, savoring the starry skies. He flew with owls, slicing through the ether as they soared on silent wings. One proved to be an old acquaintance from his time in Bohemia and was quite pleased to see him. The fastidious raptor offered him a sleek, nocturnal rodent. Tomas thanked him, but declined. 

He slept in old dead trees, slipping in through friable cracks down near the dirt (where they usually occur) and shimmied toward a tighter berth up in the dark. How natural. How comforting. Like a spider in a cave. And he dreamed of earlier times, some mortal, some not, occasionally muttering to himself in Old Vahmperigo (a vampire dialect like Castilian or Catalunia). At night he bathed by moonbeams  in still, cold, sylvan pools. His long, dark, wavy hair smelled like summer.  And he ran with small, trim wolflings. Coyotes, I think you call them. The cubs called him 'uncle,' and snuggled up for kisses.

Sarah knew where he was. They had a bond. Distance means nothing. Words mean nothing. He hears her heart and she hears his. Will they ever reunite? Of course. But they're vampires and solitary sojourns are quite natural. 

But Jonathon, known as Tomas, isn't always by himself. Campers play here too, not many, but some. At night, while they sleep, he visits them. And certain dreaming camperinas play hostess to an incubus, or succubus. I can never remember which is which. Who cares? It does not matter. 

There are towns nearby. He visits them to feed. Well, so far only once, first sublimating into a shuttered store for clothing. Mustn't shock anybody after all. I don't know who he ate. But I'm sure the food was good... and delightfully rich and evil.

Now there are night-folk live like this forever.... 'forest wraiths'... 'windago' they call them.  But I don't think Jonathon, also known as Tomas, will.....

The gnomes are taking bets. Oh, and if you missed last night's episode. Please scroll back and read it. I want you to know what gnomes are really like.  Fairy tales can come true. They can happen to you....

That's why you gotta be careful....
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And now... the clip... Ladies and Gentlemen..... 'Thor.'
                                                                                                                                             

JONATHON KILLS SOMEBODY ELSE and gets DRUNK because the guy was an absinthe addict ...6/13/13

He took Tillie home. She didn't want to go and she wouldn't get out of the car..... No, no, I don't want to go in there. Please! Please! Take me with you - she begged......You ignorant, clueless bitch, 'that' I will never do - he said - You think I want to relive all those mistakes over again? Why do you think I left Philadelphia? Please... get out of the car.... But she didn't move and whispered over and over again - Please, please, please, please, please. So he quietly opened the door, stepped out and left her there. Eight heartbeats later he vanished into the darkness.  Tillie sat there crying til dawn. And later that day a nondescript man in a white shirt and dark pants walked up, entered the car and drove away. His 'familiars' have contacts everywhere.

Tillie got a letter directing her to a bank in Lockhaven, Pennsylvania, where she was given a parcel containing a small, Picasso canvas worth 1.2 million dollars.... The woman behind the desk said - He wants you to use some for your brother, for laser treatments. A doctor in State College thinks he can help. It may take years. But the hands, forearms, head, feet he'll clear first. Your brother will be able to go out again. Use the rest any way you want. If the auction goes well, you may get more. And it's already arranged. I don't know why he gave it to you this way, but he did. I don't know. He was agitated. Had a guy drive it up from Philadelphia. Didn't know what was in the box, but he brought it. Can you imagine? Be at Freeman Brothers (two hundred year old Philadelphia auction house) in ten days. They'll take care of everything. And don't try to sell it on your own, because that'll be a real fiasco. Tillie took the parcel and left. When she got home, on a city to city bus no less, and told her brother he laughed. He laughed for the first time in years.

But it's hard for a mortal to forget the magic and she had seen a lot. The world was a new place to her, fluid and ever changing. No more 'Tillie.' She was Taylor now and she planned to study cuisine.

Now to backtrack a bit, Jonathon still killed someone 'that' night. He had to. Maybe it's not just the 'culling' of an evil life? Maybe the blood does provide some type of nourishment? The tattoo man was gone. He was dead. So that part was all right. The vision was fulfilled. Yet he was hungry and the 'hater' boy in the Beaver Avenue (a cozy, college town street just off the PENN STATE campus) tavern was so tempting.... Hitler was right. They should a won the war. Who the hell cares about the death camps? Shit happens. Jews, Jews, Jews, Jews, Jews..... Granted, he was an absinthe addict, a growing novelty among the young, but this was John Gallianos all over again and Jonathon wanted to make a point. So he walked the kid home. And when they cut through a dark, leafy alley (or what passed for an alley in this beautiful university town) he opened his mouth and flashed 'the teeth,' actually small and discrete, but keen and lethal just the same.

Yo, dude, what the f*ck is wrong with you! - said the kid. But you could see how scared he was. Tried to run, but vampires are fast. And Jonathon scooped him up as he continued to rise through the ether. Twelve heartbeats later, on a secluded rooftop, he did the deed. The hater-boy was gone. Jonathon watched as the body ignited into a cold, blue flame and disappeared, til all that remained was a little Nazi pin among the ashes...

The hunger passed and he was sated, but the absinthe in the blood made him dizzy...

Was the kid evil, or just  dumb?

Tonight the vampire didn't seem to care....
(more tomorrow)
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This is The End Trailer 2013 Movie - Official [HD]...and we had to fight our vampire, Jonathon, to get him to let us post this ... 6/12/13

Jonathon, our resident vampire leader, didn't want to let us post this clip, because he's a thousand year old 'Rite of Spain' (Sephardic) Jew and he takes his faith very seriously. Doesn't believe in a rapture prior to the resurrection of the dead. But he ain't part of that JUDD APATOW clique and we wanna make points with them, so he gonna have to be a little bit more accommodating. 'Sides, he gonna star in a big part a this post what comin'  next.

So go see this movie, a pixilated, semi-scripted romp through some people's take on 'end times.' We tried to get a Heavenly Representative to weigh in on this, but the little kids on the block were running around outside playing 'kill the monster before he gets on the bus.' (for real...it's a game they play...looks like a junior apocalypse in it's own right... nobody walks down the street while it's gone on.... dogs pee in the kitchen and 
 everything). Think it interfered with the signal, the game, I mean. Or perhaps Heavenly Beings only get involved in disputes over dramas? I do not know. I just do not know...

Now back to our own 'arc' or 'treatment' or whatever it is...

Jonathon is getting real hungry. And as a life-eater he still doesn't know if it's the blood that satisfies, or the actual taking of the life. None of them know. There are vampiric 'lines.' There are chains. Most try to be moral. Some very much so. Jonathon, when he was living in the townhouse, wouldn't let nobody watch Jerry Springer, or even old Married With Children reruns. Edith used to sneak and do it when he wasn't around. Not like he never went whoring with them mole girls down in the tunnels. But I guess 'cause it hidden, it don't count.

Now he thinkin' 'bout killin' a guy.... that tattoo man. Three a them still sittin' under a rustic, little picnic pavilion in a park or a state forest up near Penn State. Still rainin'. Tillie say she gotta go pee. Nobody answer, so she gets up and runs over to where the cement slab ends and the grass (I think it's grass... maybe weeds) starts, drops her pants, squats down and makes water. Gets a little wet from the rain, but she don't care. 

Jonathon whispers - You know what you put those people through? Do you know what it's like to be sealed in your own body under a grotesque, full suit, and not just a 'full suit,' but a full suit 'Spiderman' style with a ski mask, gloves and socks too? Do you know that?....... Guy goes - No, I do not know that. I'm a psycho, OK??.... And then he laughs... Jonathon doesn't like that. He lunges forward and bites off the guy's left earlobe. Blood spurts everywhere. Tillie comes back. She wants to say something, but just looks and sits down. Guy screams - Are you crazy!? Are you crazy!? You said it wouldn't hurt! Look, if you're gonna do it, do it! I don't care. Screw you! I don't care, you bastard, son of a bitch!.(then it dawns on him) You're trapped in your body! You're the one! You're the one!... And he starts laughing like a maniac.... pounding the table and kicking his feet... Stunted, little naked gnome thing that watched Tillie and him at that other place runs out of the woods dancin' and clappin.' Gnomes like a good show. Don't know how he knew they were here, but he knew. Tillie throws a rock at him, but he deftly pivots his fat little hips and gives her the finger.... gives her double fingers. .... Jonathon shoots him an angry look and the chubby grotesque flies up in the air and slams against a tree..... They hear him go 'oof' as he slides down into the wet mud and runs away.

Tattoo guy goes - Whoa!..... Jonathon goes - I have been trying not to kill you. I've been trying to give you a chance..... Tillie sighs. She wants him to die, 'cause a her brother...... But I'm done trying - says the vampire..... Then he
 just sits there. Tillie don't know what's gonna happen. Starts drumming her nails on the table.... Jonathon fakes a lunge. Guy shrieks and flinches. Jonathon smiles. He sniffs and says - You just pee yourself?... But the guy starts to tremble. He manages to whisper - Do it. Do it. Just do it. Do it....... Jonathon says - I'm not gonna do it..... The guy exhales.... Then the vampire goes - They're gonna do it... He snaps his fingers and at least two dozen fat, naked gnome things fly out of the darkness, mouths agape and claws flexed, as they cover the tattoo man in a feeding frenzy of flabby quivering flesh. Piranhas couldn't do as much.

Tillie scrambles away to avoid the splatter. A ripped out eyeball skitters 'cross the table 'fore a hungry, little demon  swoops down to slurp it up.

The victim moans, as he's flensed alive...... Jonathon leads Tillie away.....

But he has to find another meal...
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PASSING TIME UNDER A PAVILION IN THE WOODS, ONE DAMP, WARM ITCHY NIGHT .... 6/11/13

I want you to know my name is George - said the tattoo man...... Jonathon answered - I know that. I know many things. Do you know the price of saffron in the souks of Al Cadiz, or where to buy a slave in Old Mumbai? Well, I do. And I know what you did to people. Quite the good artist, I must say. A 'gorilla' woman. (points to Tillie) Her brother, the 'rag doll.'..... Not a rag doll - goes George. A scarecrow. A scarecrow. There's symbolism involved. It means something.......

Tillie hugged her knees and rocked back and forth. She wanted to kill him. Had a sharpened, metal ruler in her purse, with a real, keen edge, just like a giant razor. Did it herself with a 'honing' stone. Got the idea from an old Billy Bob Thornton movie. Tested it on her mother's old mink stole. Tore it to shreds. Jonathon knew she had it. Vampires pick up things. Not everything. But a lot. People's brains are like attics to him. Sometimes he finds stuff. Sometimes he don't give a shit. Yeah, justice matters. But vampire justice is a little more sticky and twisted (well, just a little bit) than what the cops and courts dish out. Still, he wants let this one talk, so he says - You got  anything to say?

Tattoo man swallows, thinks for a moment and nods. His face is all clammy. Hair's all damp and greasy. It's the heat. It's the weather. It's the humidity.  Couple lightning bugs switch on and off. Little itchy critters do their own mini-vampire ballet. Tillie shudders. They biting her real good. Then it starts to drizzle. Jonathon says - There's a rustic, little pavilion over there for picnickers. Get up. Let's go. So they do and gather 'round an old, rough picnic table.

Can I talk? Is it all right if I say something? - asks the tattoo man.... Jonathon gestures, as if to say 'go ahead.' Tillie rests her head on her arms, like kids to during 'chill out' time in school.

Guy goes - I know you're probably going to kill me. But, like a part of me thinks if a supernatural 'thing' like you can exist, what else is out there? What comes after? And you know what? I think something does come after....... Tillie says - Yeah, and you're gonna burn, you bastid..... Guy goes - No, I don't think I am. Might feel a lot of pain. I'll know what being all inked up feels like. But they don't burn people and it don't last forever..... 

Jonathon quietly responds - Oh, some people burn. You think those who boiled Renaissance scholars in  tall, thin urns of brimstone and pitch escape the heat themselves? No, they don't. The way I see it, what God says, or whatever representative we deal with, is 'Look what you did. See it and feel it.'.......In that way we expiate our sins. I've fallen off the wagon. Not often. But I have. And when it comes time for me to 'shuffle off to Buffalo' I'll pay the piper too..... (and then he smiled)...

How 'bout the ones who tortured me? What's gonna happen to the producer in Los Angeles who screwed me? What's gonna happen to the agent who knows he did it, but wouldn't say a word, 'cause he don't wanna get kicked out of the club? You know what that feels like? I used to run to the movies at least three times a week. I saw everything. Thought of it like an education. Thought it would improve my writing. Two books. We actually had two books. Graphic novels. Old Prague. Intrigue. Kafkaesque. They were good... And the movies were pretty good too...... Tillie mumbles - I know. I saw 'em...... Guy goes - See? Only we didn't get any credit. No house in Malibu. Not even a summer rental. And the agent dropped me too. I don't think I could walk into a movie place now. I'd throw up. And not 'cause a the roach crap in the pop corn..... Then he just sits there, sniffs a few times and says - James Franco played the guy, the 'Kafka' guy. Only he's not really Kafka, but like Kafka. And they said, the Los Angeles people, I mean, that it's all in the execution. A script means nothing. An idea means nothing. We mean nothing. I mean nothing. You mean nothing.... You know who got the place in Malibu? Somebody's niece. No, no, it was somebody's step-daughter. Yeah, step-daughter. Something like that. It's always something like that. So I started to think, what the hell. Somebody screws me, they're gonna suffer... And Tattoo Man was born. Shame you're gonna kill me, 'cause he'd a made a real good movie....... Then he broke down and cried.

Nobody said a word. I suppose he would a tatted up the bastids in L.A., if he had the money to go back out there. Should a sold the tattoo equipment. But then he wouldn't have that. So it's like a 'catch 22.'

Started to rain a little harder. Cooled things off a bit. Tillie made a toot. Then she said - Excuse me.... Tattoo guy got a fit a laughing.

Tillie goes - You gonna kill him? 

But Jonathon was thinkin', so he didn't answer.

(more tomorrow)
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Man Of Steel - Official Teaser Trailer (2013) [HD] Henry Cavill, Russel ...And JONATHON BEN MACABI (our vampire) has a big scene too.. 6/10/13

Remember, on his home-world Kal-El would not be 'all powerful.' It is the energy from our star and the gravity field of the worlds around it that makes him super. See the film. Coming soon.

What would you do if a trip to another piece of celestial real estate gave you super powers? Got any plans... any costume ideas? COMMENT us, or leave a tweet at twitter.com/wilkravitz .. You know, human strength will be multiplied on low mass planets, like Mars, or the moon (sort of like a planet). Trained weight lifters from Earth will be able to hoist 2,000 lbs.  on our chalky gray sister world. Theoretically, broad jumps of 150 ft. will be possible... at least until our bodies adjust. So according to real science, little Kal-El might have been like Bam-Bam, but big boy, Clark, would be more like Barney. And not the guy from How I Met Your Mother. I'm talking about Fred Flintstone's next door neighbor.

But we're referencing Hollywood.... and that's a  whole other universe.

Now come with me to another part of the forest, as we focus on a vampire hero...

Then they just sat there. The tattoo man was still a little groggy. I forget what he took, or even if he was 'on' anything. But that's not important. He was obviously impaired. Tillie whispered - My God. He looks so pathetic. Let me pinch him. Let me see if that wakes him up.... But Jonathon said - No. He hears us. He knows we're here. He'll come out of it. Perhaps he's just in shock..... Then he lightly slaps his intended 'dinner''s cheeks.... The tattoo man quietly moans. Jonathon leans in and whispers - I know what you did. I know you disfigured those people......... Tillie kicks the 'tat' guy's leg and goes - My brother, you God damned shit.... Jonathon raises his hand and goes - Shhh...... He gives her a 'look' too, so she knows he really means it. 

The tattoo man takes a deep breath, raises his head and opens his eyes. Well, maybe they already were open, but he focuses them, if you know what I mean...... Tillie goes - Show him your teeth! Show him your teeth!..... But another raised finger quiets her.... She whispers - OK.

Tattoo man sniffs and says - How come I can't get up?...... Jonathon makes with a sly, little vampire smile. He likes that look. Does it in front of a mirror sometimes. Shows the teeth real well..... Tattoo man goes - Whoa. You magic, or something?...... Jonathon slowly nods.... Tattoo man goes - Shit.

Then they just sit like that for maybe thirty five heartbeats. Little rabbit hops out of the brush, sees them and freezes.... Tillie goes - Awww..... Jonathon makes a bunch of quiet, little noises with his teeth and his tongue, like what you'd do to call a horse. The little rabbit hops over and snuggles in his lap...... Tattoo man says - Yo, dude, can I pet him?..... Jonathon says - You want to hold him?..... The guy clears his throat and goes - Yeah, I, uh, I, uh, want to hold him..... He's scared. He wants a security blanket.... Jonathon carefully places the warm, tiny bundle in his hands. The potential meal softly hugs the little rabbit up against his chest. He lowers his gaze. It's little head is just under  his chin...... Then he whispers - Are you gonna kill me?..... Jonathon goes - Yeah, most likely I will...... The guy goes - Will it hurt?..... Jonathon shakes his head 'no.' ........ Is it 'cause of what I did? - says the guy. The tattoos and all?....... Tillie gets real agitated. She fishes a picture out of her wallet and shoves it in his face..... What do you think!? You know! You know, you God damn, rotten piece of shit, you! (to Jonathon) Set him on fire! Set him on fire! Don't bite him! Don't bite him! Set him on fire! Do it! Do it! Do it!........... But Jonathon doesn't answer her. He just takes the photo of her mutilated brother out of her hands and puts it back....

Tattoo guy watches everything. Doesn't move much, but his eyes dart all around. It's surprising. Even in the woods late at night, the pupils dilate and people see a lot, especially when they expect to be dead soon. Then he whispers (you could barely hear him) - Now? You gonna do it now?....... Jonathon whispers - Yes........ Guy says - Can I talk first? Can I say something? I want to tell you why......... Tillie goes - Jesus Christ!...... But she sees tears run down the guy's cheeks and doesn't say anything  else....

So they sit there, waiting for him to begin. And if you want to know the truth, Jonathon seems a little sad too...
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