I’m launching this blog with the most trivial annoyance I can think of right now — that damn slamming sound the movie studios use all the time in movie trailers. Not for art films and chick flicks and some comedies…but for any action, horror, sci-fi and (used ironically) bro-comedies: between every snippet a SLAM like a an iron drawerful of knives to grab our attention, let us know how serious this movie is, how devastating, how important, how much seeing it will work us over and have us crawling like beaten men out of the theater. Enough. It’s predictable and annoying. If I wanted to feel like my head is in a trashcan and someone is hitting it with a nine iron, I would listen to an entire Avril Lavigne record.
Published by Timothy Moriarty
I am the author of the Drowntown trilogy -- YA novels that trace the adventures of two teenagers hurtled into the mysterious world between earth and eternity: a drowned New York City, a canal city of pirates, slavemasters and unholy monsters. The first, Drowntown Girl, was published in 2023. I am a New York-based former managing editor of magazines on the subjects of wine, chocolate, pastry, health, movies and videogames, plus comic books such as Vampirella. My previous novels include Vampire Nights (Pinnacle Books, 1989) and The Geezer Elite (CreateSpace, 2010). I was co-author of a pantsload of nonfiction: Chocolate Passion (John Wiley & Sons, 1999) and the Grand Finales series of pastry books published by Wiley and Van Nostrand Reinhold, including Grand Finales: The Art of the Plated Dessert (1997) and the Wine Enthusiast Wine & Food Pairings Cookbook (Running Press, 2008).
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I’m launching this blog with the most trivial annoyance I can think of right now — that damn slamming sound the movie studios use all the time in movie trailers. Not for art films and chick flicks and some comedies…but for any action, horror, sci-fi and (used ironically) bro-comedies: between every snippet a SLAM like a an iron drawerful of knives to grab our attention, let us know how serious this movie is, how devastating, how important, how much seeing it will work us over and have us crawling like beaten men out of the theater. Enough. It’s predictable and annoying. If I wanted to feel like my head is in a trashcan and someone is hitting it with a nine iron, I would listen to an entire Avril Lavigne record.
Nuance Cubed 