Goth Chick News: Ridley Scott Gets the Band Back Together
It’s the first week of October; that very special time of year when we here at Goth Chick News venture out of our subterranean office space and spread the “joy of the season” to the rest of the Black Gate staff. Oh sure, they act as though they don’t appreciate the puddles of theatrical blood, the moaning, the clanging of chains, the…
Never mind.
The point is, Halloween is in full swing and the GCN staff is doing a great job getting high on sugar and pumpkin-flavored adult beverages, but frankly doing a poor job at keeping our eyes on industry news. So just when I was about to drag up the stairs to tell editor John O (aka “The Big Cheese”) that everyone was too hung over to research anything coherent for this week’s article, the gods of black nail polish and blacker eyeliner, threw me a bone.
Earlier today, Warner Bros. Pictures announced that Blade Runner 2049 is the official title to their Blade Runner sequel that’s being directed by Sicario and Prisoners’ Denis Villeneuve.

Impossible to predict some things. Notably: you can’t know how you’ll react to a work of art until you’ve experienced it. Looking at the movies Fantasia offered on Sunday night, July 24, I thought I’d try If Cats Disappeared from the World (Sekai kara neko ga kietanara), which promised a tale about a terminally ill man who makes a surreal Faustian bargain. After that, I decided I should watch Superpowerless, as it was a genre piece about an aging superhero who’d lost his powers. In truth, I had my doubts about both movies; Cats looked it might suffer from excess of romanticism and forced whimsy, while Superpowerless seemed like some kind of mumblecore satire treading ground comics had worked over decades past. In the event, I was wrong to doubt. If Cats Disappeared from the World would be likely the best movie I saw at Fantasia, and probably my favourite. Superpowerless, meanwhile, turned out to be the festival’s most pleasant surprise, the film which most greatly exceeded all my expectations. 







I’d marked four screenings on the Fantasia schedule to attend on Sunday, July 24. The first two were both at the small De Sève Theatre: a presentation of the 1983 Shaw Brothers film Holy Flame of the Martial World (Wu lin sheng huo jin), followed by a short film showcase. The showcase, Fragments of Asia 2016, promised half-a-dozen pieces from across Asia, both animated and live-action. Afterward I’d have time for food, and then two more movies would follow. Before all that, though, came one of the films I’d immediately highlighted when I first saw what was playing at this year’s Fantasia.

