Before she began a healthy run of horror and science fiction roles with 1983’s Videodrome, the incomparable Debbie Harry flirted with spacey themes via her 1981 solo recording debut Koo Koo. Featuring cover art from Alien‘s HR Giger and futuristic production work from Chic’s Nile Rogers and Bernard Edwards, this LP continued the artist’s eclectic pursuit of musical exploration, but was considered a critical and financial failure upon its initial release.
The passage of time, of course, has led many fans to reconsider this incredibly varied and truly interesting work from a group of creative individuals in the prime of their careers.
Harry, whose other genre credits include the anthology features Tales from the Darkside: The Movieand Body Bags, continues to dive into new sonic adventures to this day. You can keep up with her always noteworthy journeys at www.blondie.net.
Until the next time, SWEET love and pink GRUE, Big Gay Horror Fan!
The slithering, orifice bursting monster babies of Alien: Covenant definitely rate high on my gore pleasure meter. But I will be viewing Ridley Scott’s second prequel to (his original masterpiece) Alien in the theater again for another reason: its strong queer pedigree.
Scripted by the openly gay John Logan, Covenant also features Empire’s sexually fluid Jussie Smollett as a decidedly straight crew member and two married male characters among its many hardy and adventurous potential victims.
Granted, it would be nice if the relationship between Demián Bichir’s Sergeant Lope and Nathaniel Dean’s Sergeant Hallett was more fully explored. Their true feelings for each other only surface during an intense crisis and, stylistically, their relationship feels dictated more by contemporary ease than as being a true part of the Alien universe. No LGBTQ relationships were presented in the original films and as this is a precursor to those stories, it makes it odd that the other films don’t have queer partnerships, the strong Sapphic following of Sigourney Weaver’s Ripley, this classic series’ toned and powerful heroine, aside.
Still, the success of this relationship with viewers might make strides in compelling Hollywood executives to feature more homosexual bad asses in their action and terror outings and assure that they will continue to cast actors like Smolett, who have admitted their physical attraction to other men, a chance to play more than fey best friends and harried wedding planners.
Naturally, I am willing to concede that this is nothing more than wispy, celluloid pipe dream. But I am going to apply my hard earned dollars, another time or two, in the generous hope that it is not.
I hope you will join me!
…and until the next time, SWEET love and pink GRUE, Big Gay Horror Fan!