Welp! If you guys know anything about me, you know I’m a Sam girl (as pictured above, and yes, that hug was as glorious as it looks) and so I was recently on ConTinual gushing about our giant lovable Moose’s best episodes of Supernatural. If you’re a Sam girl too, tune in below!
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God bless the geeks and the freaks.
After all, they are who we have to thank for what I am considering one of the best adaptations of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein EVER. Now, I don’t want to Get Out this movie (aka overhype it so much that the very sight of its poster and the very utterance of its name pisses me the fuck off to no end), but I do want to give this movie every flower it deserves on its well-made grave. I know nobody cares, but I just have to take an aside to gush about this film particularly because it was a long time coming and it did not disappoint. Anyone that knows me knows I was heartbroken when initially, Universal approached Guillermo del Toro about directing a new line of monster movies, but the time commitment and the potential lack of creative control meant he turned it down. I am so very glad I live in the timeline where they managed to hand him a Universal movie monster, and not just any single one, but probably the one he understands the most as a lover of monsters. I promise I’ll try to say something worth reading while I try to discuss why I enjoyed the film so much as someone that writes books and movies (Note: I started writing screenplays in 2024; done with one, working on a second, and will begin two or more in 2026, so cross your fingers for me, darlings!)
As such, I will be spoiling the entirety of the novel and the new del Toro adaptation, so if you wanna go in unspoiled, watch it, then pop back in here. Spoiler warning for everything below!
I think what I want to talk about enough to bother you all with a blog post is that I am so delighted to be right that del Toro’s changes to the story all were changes that I not only like, but appreciate. I usually am a bit wary of anytime there are large differences between a book and an adaptation, but del Toro is arguably my favorite director of all-time (no offense, Mr. Nolan, but you lost me so fucking hard with Tenet that it’s crazy) because he understands story and character on such a wonderful level. I know that making movies is a business and so a lot of these decisions are made for money reasons, but my favorite thing about del Toro is that everything he makes has his vision in it. And del Toro’s vision is so clear and so concise because he gives a shit about story and character. I love the simple care he puts into making you follow someone’s journey, no matter how dark or violent or scary, and it ends up weaving in such elements of beauty that I’m always left with a sigh of wistful relief when I see his films, and this one is no different.
To avoid this becoming a twenty page gush-fest, I’ll focus on two areas that I think are why this film is not only important, but why I enjoyed it so much.
First, let’s talk about the changes to the story that I truly think added so much to an already great book.
For anyone that’s been out of a classroom for a long time or isn’t an avid reader, I’m sure you probably either only know some of the basic plot of the novel or you’ve seen the famous Boris Karloff version. What I really love is that del Toro was able to capture, in my opinion, the best of those three worlds.
The Karloff version is the one most people know that introduced the idea of electrical instruments or a combination of chemical and electrical reactions to reanimate the Creature. The monster is also never referred to as Frankenstein in the Karloff version, but the people mistook the movie to mean it was his name, so that also was something del Toro and other adaptations have had to correct over the years. Karloff’s version is also the one with the disabled assistant named Fritz; Fritz was created for the stage play version of the story, and he is not in the novel, and so he’s not in del Toro’s version nor is he actually Igor, who was made popular by one of the sequels to the movie. The Karloff version also had the Creature have little to no speech development and remained basically childlike except in fits of rage or fear, and that is probably the largest departure between the Karloff version and the novel.
The places where all three intersect are interesting. Del Toro has the Creature intelligent and learning, same as the book, but he takes the chemical and electrical aesthetic from the Karloff movies to use for how Victor Frankenstein creates the Creature, which is not specified by method in the novel. I really enjoyed how he found a way to nod to Karloff version that made this story a household name and helped movie monsters leap forward in how they were written and acted.
The first change I want to talk about is the decision to switch Victor’s best friend Henry to his younger brother. This change I truly liked, but I think it was just a bit underdeveloped compared to what else I’d have liked to have seen. It gives us this really nice amount of underlying tension, as you see his brother Henry is very soft spoken and normal, whereas Victor is loud and abrasive. Being alone after the passing of their father made him a very submissive younger brother, but he does more here than I think Henry did in the original 1931 Frankenstein, as his part was also cut for time. Here, Henry is a foil to Victor, showing how enabling someone with self-destructive tendencies almost always leads to you, the enabler, being hurt by that same abuser. There are several points where Henry could have chosen to do something that would hurt Victor’s feelings, but might have spared him tragedy, but he doesn’t intervene. For instance, Victor hides that he’s responsible for Harlander’s death. Henry could have asked more questions or forced Victor to hand the Creature to the authorities for murder and implicate himself, but he didn’t do it. He never involved the authorities since he knew it would take his brother away and he seemed to think he could always mitigate the damage that Victor did, but he was fatally wrong. I really wanted more of this brotherhood, but again, you can’t fit everything into a movie, so it remains a good but underdeveloped piece of the puzzle. I really liked Henry calling Victor a monster before he dies; it is something that’s been missing from many adaptations of the book in my eyes. It speaks volumes that Victor is somehow angry at the Creature when it’s his own actions that result in the deaths of Henry and Elizabeth both, shirking all the blame and all the responsibility. He truly is a monster.
The next change I want to talk about is the decision to have Elizabeth enamored with the Creature rather than in the novel where she is betrothed to Victor. What a choice! What a change! In the novel, Elizabeth never meets the Creature; it only appears on her wedding night to murder her out of revenge for Victor refusing to create him a companion. Not that other stories haven’t done it, but to me, this version might be the strongest part of the film other than the Creature himself. What impresses me the most about the choice to have her enamored with the Creature is it does this neat transition from an almost motherly, protective thing to the Creature growing into his manhood, personality, and maturity, so he becomes a man that could have been good to her in many ways since she was a lost soul. She is immediately taken with him as a woman in a society where for the most part, she will never get what she wants. She was born in a time period where all she can do is live under a man’s boot, and she doesn’t even get to really pick which man and which boot. She sees the Creature’s pain and she calls Victor out on his shit immediately, which is why I loved her the instant I met her breaking him down about the War. Elizabeth is a character that historically has little to no agency; in the Karloff version, the most she summons up is the courage to visit Victor when he’s acting erratic. She never gets to do anything else in the story, though she does survive in the movie where she dies in the novel, but here, Elizabeth actually has agency in a surprising way. Elizabeth’s choice to condemn Victor for mistreating the Creature is the first really excellent change that I love the del Toro and his writers made. It’s such a great conversation to have about what makes love what it is in the first place. She felt a connection with his pure innocence and his pain at being somewhere he never wanted to be against his will. They manage to make it feel so authentic and heartbreaking rather than as weird as I’m sure normal people would consider it, and that’s why I love del Toro. I love his ability to take something weird, scary, and off-putting and recontextualize it into something beautiful. Her decision to jump in front of the Creature (and God bless, she had no idea the damn thing can’t die, poor baby died for nothing) actually hands her back her agency, when normally it would be considered Stuffed into the Fridge. That’s what I found the most surprising—I usually HATE this trope. I hate it when a girl dies just so the man in the story will be sad. Fuck that. Let women have agency apart from the men that love them, and ironically, Elizabeth’s choice to take the bullet for the Creature gave her back her agency in a story where she couldn’t truly act to do what she wanted. There is a chance she could have run away with him, but Victor’s selfish hatred and cowardice took that from her, but she still gets to be herself and die as herself by asking the Creature to take her away with him. Seriously, I mean it. It might be the best thing about the entire adaptation, personally, for me.
The only downside is that I thought this film was building up to have the Creature ask Victor to change Elizabeth into his companion, but they don’t do it. They just let her die and the matter is dropped; in the novel, Victor does make the companion, but destroys it at the last minute out of fear of what the two of them might do to the world. It’s not a soul-crushing thing for me, but it was disappointing as I felt it might give her a little extra agency to come back as the undead, but get to live an eternal life with someone that cares for her deeply. It could be the studio vetoed it, but either way, I would have liked her to become The Bride for a Sequel Hook at the end, personally.
Finally (at least in terms of our discussion of the changes), I really liked del Toro deciding to change the Creature from vengeful to sympathetic and from a mortal man into an immortal one. In the novel, the Creature is sympathetic until it confronts Victor and asks for a companion since Victor rejected him and so did the rest of society. The two of them are locked in a hateful chase and cat and mouse game until the confrontation on the boat where he finally is injured enough that he will die and the Creature confronts him one last time. I knew that del Toro would write our Creature sympathetic and I love everything about how this version of him came to be. It’s such a great change to make him immortal, as he is completely right: some of us are born against our will and we live in constant pain, and death is the only comfort some of us will ever know, and Victor’s blind ambition has stolen that from the Creature. It is amazing to me the Creature came to pity and forgive him, as I know I’d be irreversibly ruined by the thought of never dying. What I love most is that it really does change the message and tone of the novel for me in a good way. The novel is much more pessimistic with the Creature realizing he is no happier having gotten his revenge on Victor and he will commit suicide so he will never harm anyone else. By having the Creature forgive Victor—even though Victor has done NOTHING to earn it—he can find the only peace he will ever have if he truly can’t die. The way Victor patted his head just made me burst into tears the second time I saw it, much like his scene with the old man. Del Toro and Jacob both do so much fucking work that really makes the Creature’s journey land. It’s why you’ll see me refer to the book version and the early part of the script of this movie as “it” and then after the Creature becomes a man with experiences, I refer to the Creature as “him.” He truly moves from an it to a him over the course of the film in a truly wonderful way, and I really hope the superb writing and acting earns them some Oscar nods, even though I know the fucking Academy hates speculative fiction and asking them to nominate Sinners and Frankenstein (you know, two films directed and starring people of color) in the same year over that godawful upcoming Avatar 3 is going to be a fight to the fucking death. But I digress. They add so many dimensions to the Creature in this adaptation and I think it’s going to really be considered one of the best ones in history.
Next, what I really wanted to gush about is the way that the narrative takes Victor to task for his blind ambition and irresponsible denial. Now, I have already heard a bunch of stuffy old dudes on various social media bleating about del Toro “making Victor the villain” and I’m sorry, time to be a dick: you ain’t read the book if you ever thought Victor was NOT the fucking villain.
(Side note: Can we stop that, by the way? Every single time a movie that women identify with personally, especially a romance or gothic horror story, that is universally praised and makes money, a bunch of men come out of the woodworks to complain about the “author’s intent” and complain about superficial aspects or they just plain “can’t explain why they don’t like it but they don’t” and they need everyone to hear them. Please, let’s make this the movie where we stop fucking doing that shit. If women are enjoying something that’s generally agreed is quality work and you hate it, that’s valid and fine, but also, stop fucking raining on women’s parades when the thing they enjoyed that was made specifically for them did not work for you. You’re allowed to dislike it, and you’re allowed to say you disliked it, but if you got on your fucking post just to dislike a thing women identified with, close your laptop or the app and ask yourself why you felt that fucking impulse in the first place. Do it for me. Thanks, chums.)
Victor Frankenstein here is only slightly more villainous than his novel self, if you ask me. The reason why is that of all the people identifying with this version of the Creature, I identify directly with the idea that I hate being alive and I never asked to be alive; it was the will of my parents and…biology…frankly, as I don’t believe for one second God’s sorry ass wanted me here. Therefore, I LOVED this portrayal of Victor as an arrogant, in-denial, irresponsible, selfish coward. Oh, I loved it. I had longed for a less sympathetic version of him that took him to task over playing God. Forget the religious implications; what truly came through for me in this film is his fucking irresponsible nature. How dare a fucking surgeon expect something that was dead to have retained knowledge and understand in a matter of fucking weeks. It takes a human child a year to fucking talk, and yes, that information was already available to him as a doctor and just in general. Victor is utterly horrid the entire time and I am so glad they did not choose to spare him. They make him a detestable sack of shit, to the degree I was glad to see him die. The scene that truly tore it was “make me save you.” I swear to God, it was the instant I wished I could kill Victor myself. Not only did you choose to kill the Creature inhumanely—fire HURTS, and so does smoke inhalation—but he pretends the Creature could ever save itself when he already decided to destroy him. He demands the Creature say another word and the Creature says Elizabeth. Victor then pretends he didn’t hear it and leaves him to burn to death. Like I said, it was the moment I knew I hated him to the depths of my soul. I also know because he’s portrayed by Oscar Isaac, a snack and a half, if I do say so myself, there will be a bunch of girlies that insist he’s innocent and did nothing wrong. Yeah, uh, avoid those girlies. They’re not well women, and they’re probably John Walker apologists too but I digress. I know there will be an uprising of people who hate this version of Victor for being a cold, callous fucking coward, and I’m the opposite. I fully commend del Toro for not bending to the urge to make Victor not a dickhead. He’s a dickhead in the book and he’s a dickhead here, and that’s great.
Another smaller, more cosmetic thing I wanted to talk about is I didn’t notice that Mia Goth played Victor’s mother Claire, as she was hidden behind a veil for most of it and her hair was dark (I’m face-blind sometimes, please excuse that) and after it was pointed out to me, I loved that so much of Victor’s obsession is clearly a byproduct of her death. He is angry at life or God that the only thing he ever loved was taken away and he was too young to stop it or do anything about it, so he has to create or else he will admit life took something he’ll never get back and he can’t deal with the idea. Victor is motivated by selfishness alone and it’s why he is so impatient and ugly with the Creature, refusing to give it any basic human decency as he considers it an experiment gone wrong, not a man, and certainly not a person. It’s incredible how far into his denial he flies, and I wish Act One had been a little shorter so that Act Three could have spent the time forcing him to reconcile with the fact that all of this was about his mother and lack of acceptance of death’s cruelty, and that the deaths of Henry and Elizabeth are on him and him alone. I wanted him to struggle and learn, but again, I believe it was cut for time, but I still enjoyed the motif and theme a lot. It was something I hadn’t seen in other interpretations of the story.
Okay, I swear, I’m almost done—the very last thing that I had to give its flowers is the set and costume/makeup. It’s honestly one of the most gorgeous films I’ve ever seen. I haven’t been this wowed since Prey (2022) came out. Del Toro is so great with the use of color and it really shines in the film. The standout for me is Elizabeth’s green, turquoise, and purple bonnet. WOW. It’s just a breathtaking period piece and his entire team deserves an Oscar for how hard they worked. The movie’s aesthetic is so good I was laughing after I finished watching it the first time because I knew there are entire generations of people that will make this film’s aesthetic their entire personality. And who can blame them! If this movie came out when I was in my emo phase, oh, I’d be in Hot Topic in short order buying crap from the merchandising section from this movie.
Alright, I promised, so I’m done gushing now. I hope there are nothing but good things in store for everyone involved in making this movie and I can’t stress enough that I’m not trying to overhype it, but I am genuinely excited it lived up to my expectations. It adds so much to the story and I didn’t feel as if we missed too much of the book’s spirits, but your mileage may vary.
Either way, what I can say is that del Toro loves his geeks and freaks, and I hope he continues making great movies like this one for us to enjoy for years to come. Here’s to you, Frankenstein (2025). Your accomplishments are well-earned.
Love,
Kyo
I am excited to announce that I have an upcoming urban fantasy/science fiction short story about Agent Yusuke Okamura chasing after the escaped siren wyvern dragon called “The Wildest Hunt” in Dragon Soul Press’ anthology, Fire and Ash! It is an anthology that will be out January 30th 2026.
Caution: Dragons ahead.
Prepare to delve into fiery worlds full of dragons. From hatchlings to ancients. From tame to wild. Many have their own goals, and most want to see the world reduced to ash. To reshape the world in their own reptilian image. Others struggle to survive, but heroes rise among them.
Which side will you choose?
Featuring 21 stories by the following authors: Valerie Sirenko, Stephanie Bedwell-Grime, Evan A. Davis, Donna J. Collins, Preston Dennett, Shane Porteous, Amelia Weissman, Cyrus Janiak, Barend Nieuwstraten III, Dafydd Hopcyn-Kitchene, J. VanZile, Diana Parrilla, Kyoko M., Sean E. Britten, Caroline Crews, Jacob Seinemeier, Racquel Sims, Malina Douglas, Emily Byrne, Michael Stuart Trimmer, and J.E. Feldman.
I look forward to joining everyone in the Peachtree City, GA area in our yearly celebration of all things geeky, and here is my schedule. See you all there!
Welcome, one and all, back to the wonderful world of Atlanta, Georgia! I am very excited to announce that the third installment in Milton J. Davis’ fantastic short story anthology series is here: Terminus III! Today, I’m sharing an excerpt as we pick up on the third story with Cassandra Moody, the daughter of the original Wolfman, and her on-and-off-again paramour, the Father of All Vampires himself, Count Dracula aka Vlad Tepes. Please kick back and enjoy this Halloween-themed excerpt from my story, “Things That Go Bump in the Night.”
Purchase link below at the end of the excerpt.
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What kind of lunatic brings Count Dracula, aka Vlad Tepes, aka He Who Conquers aka Father of All Vampires…to a murder mystery dinner on Halloween?
Me. I’m the lunatic. My name is Cassandra Moody. Nice to meet you.
You see, the Count and I have a uniquely weird sort of friendship. It has to be, considering he’s the world’s oldest vampire and I’m the daughter of the original Wolfman. He met my parents a few centuries ago and they’ve been dear friends ever since, meaning I got an introduction. I didn’t really get to know him until a few years ago when he came to visit us in Atlanta, Georgia and I took him out for a night on the town that ended in a brawl with rival werewolves…and us making out. Just a little. I’m a classy girl, after all—I don’t just make out with any old vampire, no, I had to go and choose the Father of All Vampires. Go big or go home.
Ever since, he and I have had little…visits. That’s the nicest way to put it, really. He comes to the states every few months to hang out with our wolf pack, see my parents, and…well…the man’s title is He Who Conquers. I’m sure you can put together what we get up to each time he visits. A lady doesn’t kiss and tell.
This year, however, the Count had enough time to stop in for Halloween, which is actually a big deal in the supernatural community. Most of us get to cut loose on Halloween since the march of technology is now so advanced that many supernatural creatures can walk around as themselves and most normies write it off as elaborate costumes or special effects. Since this would be the first Halloween we’d be spending in each other’s company, I decided to make it an occasion. I’d gotten invited to a murder mystery dinner thrown by a friend of a friend, so Vlad decided to tag along for a night of thrills.
And trust me, vampires and werewolves hanging out is always a night of thrills.
The limousine rolled to a stop once we’d reached the mansion. Yes, mansion, since living for hundreds of years at a time usually means vampires are filthy rich from learning the tricks of the trade to making money. The driver walked around and opened the door for me, offering his hand as I stepped out into the brisk fall air.
I picked up the hem of my dress and carefully stepped out onto the little circle around the massive fountain. We were in the land of the rich, which for Atlanta meant the West Paces Ferry area aka the same side of town where Bill Murray’s mansion resided. I’d never be able to afford a house out this way for a hundred years, not unless I used my werewolf powers to rob a bank or knock over an armored car. I could also admit being the only black woman at a fancy murder party wasn’t the smartest idea, but I was a werewolf and could take care of myself in any situation, not to mention Vlad would go to bat for me in a heartbeat, pun fully intended. My dress flowed around me, heavy and silken, as it was a replica of the iconic, fur-lined brown dress that Bette Davis wore in All About Eve. That was the party’s theme for the night—the fifties, which happened to be an era that our hosts liked a lot, so every guest would be dressed as a character from a movie within that decade.
As such, my long dark-brown hair had been set in nice pin curls like Bette Davis’ look in the film. It was no mean feat; my hair was naturally quite curly, so I’d gotten a silk press, then set it with bobby pins overnight. It had been a pain, but it actually looked quite nice.
My date then stepped out behind me, dressed in a replica of the suit that Gary Merrill’s character, Bill Simpson, wore in the very same film. And boy, was Vlad something else to look at in a vintage suit. He was a whopping six-foot-four with sooty black hair enough to fall into his crystal blue eyes, contrasting his trademark pale skin. He was extremely well built, but that was because he was a predator and prey came to him easier when he was a handsome devil. He had a very slight Transylvanian accent and one of the driest wits I’d ever encountered. There was nothing more fun than trading banter with Dracula, in my book.
Well. Maybe one thing, but I digress.
“Ostentatious, but it’s what I expected,” he mused as he unfolded that giant frame from inside the limo, brushing lint from his right knee. “And it’s a house on a hill, no less. Quite fitting.”
“Quite indeed.”
He tucked my hand into the crook of his elbow, his sky blue eyes filled with good humor and affection. “Might I say again how radiant you look, Miss Channing?”
I did a little curtsey that made him laugh, affecting Bette Davis’ unique accent. “Why thank you, Bill, darling. I try.”
We walked up the steps of the gigantic house. The heavy door opened and a butler appeared. He was grey-haired and wore traditional fifties butler tails along with white gloves, bowing politely. “Good evening Miss Moody and Lord Tepes. Thank you so much for joining us this evening. Please follow me.”
He stepped aside and we walked into the massive foyer. I could hear orchestral music flowing in from the main living room. The archway to our right led to a dining room with a long oak table. There was a staircase straight ahead that led to the bedrooms. The hallway beneath it likely led to the kitchen. The one to our left sounded like it was where the guests were starting to mingle, and it was where the butler directed us to follow him. My heels clicked on the marble floors as we walked into the main area where our murder mystery would be taking place.
When we reached the door, the butler bowed and left. There was a young, pretty girl waiting for us wearing a French maid costume and a big grin, her scarlet lipstick gleaming in the overhead light. She offered us the top hat in her hands that had little folded slips of paper. Each slip was a different color, no two the same one. “Welcome to our party! Please pick a piece of paper from the hat to find out your character assignment and what actions you will perform in the role. Make sure not to show it to anyone, not even your partner. Over there are your sheets for logging evidence during your investigation.”
We thanked her, then both selected a scrap of paper, a murder suspect sheet, and a fountain pen. I peeked at my assignment. I’d chosen the role of suspect. Tonight, there would be a fake murder and a fake victim, so the rest of the party would be trying to figure out who killed them and why. The winner would be granted a lovely prize: a check for five grand as well as a little fancy trophy and some bragging rights. I saw Vlad glance at his role as well before pocketing it, his expression unreadable as usual. We thanked the maid and headed into the room to mingle with the rest of the guests.
There was a total of eight guests including me and Vlad: four men and four women. The first woman in the bunch was the most noticeable—Elizabeth. She wore the black flapper girl dress from Some Like It Hot that Marilyn Monroe had worn, meaning she’d chosen to dress up as Sugar Cane. And considering how rich she was, it was entirely possible it was the real damn thing if that dress hadn’t ever been lost or destroyed. Like the character she’d dressed up as, she was rather buxom and had blonde curly hair, an artificial beauty mark on her cheek, her lips red. It contrasted with her pale skin, as she was a vampire just like Vlad. And I noticed that her eyes locked onto my date immediately, which raised my hackles. There were a lot of women after Vlad, considering he was one of the wealthiest men alive and was handsome to boot.
The man beside her wore a grey suit that clued me in to his character: Roger Thornhill from Hitchcock’s North by Northwest. Lex was a tall, strapping man with dark hair smoothed away from his face, his cheekbones elegant, his brown eyes already slightly glazed over from alcohol consumption. Supernatural beings did like to party, after all, and werewolves like him were no exception. He nodded to me politely and then sipped more wine.
The woman beside him, Jamie, wore the striped dress of Joan Crawford’s character, Milly Wetherby, in Autumn Leaves. Her dark hair was pulled away from her face and pinned up with a few neat curls near her forehead. It made her piercing blue eyes stand out even more. Her eyes looked even brighter in her werewolf form; she had white and grey fur. I’d always found it to be lovely.
The man on her right, Robert, was dressed as Frederick Loren from The House on Haunted Hill, or as most people who know the actor, Vincent Price’s character. He had his dark hair oiled and had a fake pencil thin mustache to complete the look in his vintage suit. He was chatting with Jamie and sipping from a glass of white wine. Like I said, werewolves love their booze.
His partner in crime—in life and in the party—was Maxine. She was short and curvy, wearing the iconic purple and gold outfit of Annabelle Loren from House on Haunted Hill, with her blonde hair in soft waves, but away from her face. She had a Steuben with what smelled like whiskey in it as she talked to Lex.
The last guest was Paul, a male vampire dressed as Brick Pollitt from Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, particularly Paul Newnan’s powder blue set of pajamas as well as his leg cast. He had a crutch under one arm to sell the look, his brown hair neatly brushed. He took a deep sip from a chalice and his lips were unnaturally red as he did so; lots of vampires preferred their blood this way, but there was no denying they still liked it fresh right from the source. ‘
The room we’d entered looked to be the family room. It had a long burgundy couch and a matching loveseat across from it with a few more individual, but equally nice chairs around in the center of the room. The fireplace was directly across from the door and the walls were adorned with framed paintings of autumn landscapes and snowy mountains. It was all on gorgeous hardwood floors with rugs dotted around under the furniture and there was a black grand piano in the corner.
Robert and Maxine were our hosts and we were the last to arrive, so they quieted the group and then addressed everyone.
“Thank you so much for coming!” Maxine chirped. “We can’t wait to get started. Raise your hand if this is your first murder mystery dinner.”
I raised mine, as did Vlad and Jamie. “Well, don’t worry. We’ll walk you through everything. Everyone has been assigned a part to play and you are not to reveal to anyone else what yours happens to be. In just a few minutes, there will be a murder. Our victim will play dead for the rest of the party and the rest of us are going to look for clues and interrogate each other until everyone has decided on who they think is the culprit. Once everyone has chosen, we’ll go around and let them explain their accusations. Once everyone has had a turn, then we’ll reveal whodunit. The person who wins is the one who guesses the culprit and the murder weapon. In the event that two or more people are right, we’re willing to give out equal prizes and you can share the trophy. If no one guesses right, then it’s void and we can technically shift the roles and try again if everyone is patient enough to do so.”
Robert spread his hands. “Any questions?”
“Are there any particular restrictions or rules?” I asked. “Like ‘don’t leave this room’ or something to that effect?”
“Oh, no, you’re welcome to our home,” Robert said warmly. “Please explore as you like. The entire place is part of the mystery, so you’re welcome to go anywhere you want since everything counts as a clue or a possible scenario to figure out whodunit. You won’t need to go outside, though, as all the clues are indoors or can be viewed from indoors.”
“Will we split up, pair up, or stay in a single group?” Jamie asked.
“It’s completely optional. Whatever you think will help you solve the mystery.”
“Lovely,” Vlad said. “Are the wait staff assisting us or are they off limits?”
“You’re welcome to ask them anything,” Maxine replied. “They’ve all been handsomely paid for participating. We try to keep them happy since they keep us so happy.”
“Are any of them part of the suspect pool?”
“No, we decided to keep it to just the guests. They won’t be any of the assigned roles, but they can assist if you think of things to ask them.”
Robert walked over to the doors and pulled them shut, locking them with a key he tucked into his pocket. “And just for the murder itself, we’ll keep the doors shut and locked and the lights will go off briefly right at nine o’clock on the dot. In the meantime, please enjoy some libations and get ready for the main event.”
I took a moment to offer everyone a Cheshire cat grin. “Fasten your seatbelts. It’s going to be a bumpy night.”
Most of the group laughed, having understood the reference. If there was one thing I was good for, it was references. I was a millennial, after all.
“How’ve you been, Vlad?” Elizabeth asked. “I haven’t seen you since this turn of the century.”
“Oh, you know me,” he said casually. “I suffer from wanderlust. But I’ve been making trips to the states more often on account of a certain someone.”
He paused enough to wink at me. “And I like this time of year in Atlanta. It’s a rather festive city, after all. There is so much to do and the culture is very rich.”
“It’s really coming along nicely,” Lex said. “I live over in Little Five Points and it’s such a good area for the creative crowd. My sister’s a professional dancer with a troop over there so it’s nice to see so many people in the entertainment industry working in that area.”
“I’ve been interested in the movie industry’s interest here as well,” Jamie said. “Like that studio out in Fayetteville. It’s exciting that Atlanta’s becoming so prominent in the filming world.”
“Well, it is cheaper cost of living here due to so much poverty,” Elizabeth said. “I’m not sure I could live here.”
Lex shrugged a shoulder. “Just depends on where you go.”
“Atlanta’s not a pretty town, but it’s got a little bit of everything,” I said. “If you know where to look. I’m trying to convince the Count to get a summer home here; I really do think he’d like it.”
“Oh, yes, yes,” Jamie said excitedly. “It would be amazing to have you in town more often, you know. That last soiree that you threw at the beta’s house was incredible.”
Vlad grinned. Had his fangs been out, we’d have seen them. “Why, thank you. The only hesitation is that if I buy a home here, I’ll never bloody leave.”
“The state would vastly benefit from your presence,” Elizabeth said, and the comment finally made me really take notice of her. I’d only met her twice. She lived in SoHo, but I also knew she had properties all over the states. We’d never held a full conversation since my instincts told me she had no regard for me, either from being a werewolf, being black, or being Southern. There was something…selfish in her eyes. She gave me the impression she spent a lot of time looking down her nose at other supernatural creatures and humans alike.
“Perhaps,” Vlad said smoothly, sipping from the champagne flute that a waiter offered. “The Moody wolf pack has been very good to me. I wouldn’t mind settling down in a city this vibrant with so many beautiful women around.”
I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t help smiling. He wasn’t fooling anyone. “Yes, these are the priorities of He Who Conquers.”
Most of the group chuckled. “Excuse us for just a second.”
I tugged my date aside. It wouldn’t be great since both vampires and werewolves had supernatural hearing, but I still wanted a moment alone with him. “Problem?” he asked as quietly as possible as we stood by the fireplace. The crackling hearth would throw the sound off a little, hopefully.
“How much do you know about Elizabeth?” I asked.
Vlad frowned. “Not much. She comes from the Norwegian clan of vampires. I don’t see her very often, truth be told. She keeps to herself mostly. Why?”
“My Spidey sense is tingling.”
Vlad arched an eyebrow. “My darling, the copyright infringement.”
I poked him in the side, glaring. “I mean it. Something’s up. I can feel it in my gut.”
He nodded. “You have good instincts. Trust them. I’ll keep my wits about me much as possible, then.”
“As much as possible?” I echoed.
He grinned again. “Well, you are quite bewitching in that dress. It’s very distracting.”
I scoffed, but wanted to smile again. “Oh, stop it, you dirty old man.”
His eyes gleamed as he leaned down to my height and dropped a soft kiss to my lips. “Never.”
And, of course, that was the exact moment someone turned out the lights.
TO BE CONTINUED
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This is an intervention, y’all.
Because we need to talk about John Walker and his “fandom” real quick.
Buckle up.
Disclaimer: I’m going to spoil the events of Captain America and the Winter Soldier, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, Black Widow, Thunderbolts, and Captain America: Brave New World, so if you’re not caught up and you want to go in unspoiled, please bookmark this post and circle back once you’ve seen the missing works I’ll be discussing below.
Also, warning for language. Lots of it. Some of y’all been driving me crazy for the last three months and I’m finally addressing it today.
Now, I know I’m speaking to a somewhat limited audience, but I feel compelled to take an aside to address something that’s been bothering me intensely since the release of Marvel’s Thunderbolts this past summer. It was a film I didn’t want to watch, but I did since my grumpy cyborg husband was cast in a supporting role, so I went. It was fine for me. No more, no less, just fine.
But that’s not how other people reacted.
After I got out of the movie, I pretty much left it with very shallow impressions. For one, it feels…slightly gratuitous when you think about what was actually accomplished and established within the film, so I was already going into it knowing it’s not pointless, but it is pointless-adjacent. It doesn’t really do much but slightly advance the progression of Yelena and Red Guardian—pre-established characters that we at least know after watching Black Widow—and an inching forward for Bob (newly introduced) and Bucky. Ghost gets zero development and neither does Taskmaster since she gets shot in the fucking face in the first ten minutes (and do NOT get me started on that or you’ll hear a rant for another hour). All in all, it just moved Valentina into supervillain position when she’s already a boring, middling antagonist taking up space and it didn’t do much but tell us they cobbled together the worst “Avengers” team I’ve ever seen in my life. And that’s not because I dislike any of them other than Walker—they had trouble with one concrete wall, guys. One. Concrete. Wall. And you expect me to think they can save the world? Mmkay. “Sure, Jan.”
But the thing is…apparently, the fandom’s reaction was the opposite. I get home after the movie and find everyone on Tumblr singing its praises about how good it is. And that’s fine, but it’s also confusing and problematic as hell.
And that’s what I want to talk about today.
It’s no secret most fandom spaces are still majority white. Anyone not white that’s been in fandom for more than maybe a year or two is also painfully aware that most fandom spaces are still majority white, so we have to watch what we say and how we say it. So most of the time, I’m not participating; I’m just lurking, as I know as the resident fandom and film snob, most of the content is going to annoy me. I curate my time in fandom very strictly because I know how problematic it can get and I try my best to filter out the noise I don’t want and just find the cool folks and hang out with them.
In particular, one of the best most recent fandom moments I had was live-tweeting the Falcon and the Winter Soldier mini-series. You see, back in the year of our Lord 2021, we weren’t yet dealing with the total collapse of America, just the partial collapse of America, and so I was still using Twitter and live-tweeting during the show’s debut, and it was fantastic. It remains the best show for me personally of all the Marvel shows (though I enjoyed the heck out of Echo, Moon Knight, and Ms. Marvel) since for me, it was the first time that Marvel Studios actively felt like taking a stance on an issue of not only race, but the discussion about justice versus vengeance. It wasn’t that Marvel had never taken one at all; this, to me, was the first time Marvel overtly said that bigotry, racism, and prejudice are just as rampant in the MCU as it is in the real world, and burying your head in the sand or becoming too cynical to help is not going to make things better for anyone nor you. It openly discussed things like microaggressions, double standards, and the trouble with mental health among veterans with PTSD. To me, it was a wonderfully balanced and excellent show that could make me laugh as much as it could make me cry, and the fact that the antagonist was a sympathetic woman of color used and manipulated by an evil, entitled white bitch was thematically on point for me. (Rot in hell, Sharon Carter. We know you’ll never get what’s coming to you. You suck.)
I remember when John Walker’s Baron von Underbite ass first showed his face on the Falcon and the Winter Soldier. As intended, he was met with instant hatred and ridicule, and that was always the intention for him. Everything about him is problematic as a creative choice to talk about what a fucking problem America has with patriotism. The MCU America was just so fucking desperate to elevate a white man in the absence of Steve Rogers that they picked the worst possible candidate and put lipstick on a pig to pass this bum off as Captain America, as if that title is just a shield that anyone can hold. Hell to the naw, bruh. That’s not Captain America. That’s Captain Colonizer, as the brilliant Nicque Marina called him during her absolutely fantastic series of FATWS skits on TikTok and Instagram. When John Walker premiered, he was the laughingstock of the Internet, generating an avalanche of hilarious memes, and it was a great time to be alive because almost everyone was on the same page: “This guy is a wannabe government stooge that’s not fit to wipe Steve Rogers’ ass and we’re going to talk about why this entire thing is a sham.” The best thing I ever heard regarding it is that John Walker is who America really is, Steve Rogers is who America thinks it is, and Sam Wilson is who America should be. I agree 100%.
But here’s the thing.
While John Walker is certainly just a lightning rod for your hatred as the antagonist of the show, he’s also written very well as a problematic white man that thinks he’s the solution to America’s problems. They don’t just dump him out there as a one-dimensional bully like Ronan from Guardians of the Galaxy. The writing for the show is excellent, so they do cast a slightly sympathetic edge to Walker in that he goes so gung-ho about being Captain America that he crosses the damn line and murders an innocent man (and please note, innocent of the crime of murdering Lemar, not innocent in general; the guy was an ecoterrorist responsible for the deaths of others, so again, innocent of this particular crime is what I’m talking about there) and then acts shocked he’s then demoted and the title is rescinded.
What I also found very well done was the fact that it’s very clear Walker did not receive a redemption arc in canon. He is meant to be seen as a problematic person who thinks that his station in the military means he doesn’t have to listen, reason, understand, or sympathize. John Walker is a weapon made by our own rotten government who abuses his power to get what he wants and make demands to others he has no right to make. We see he is a lying coward when he confronts Lemar’s grieving family and he is so convinced he’s a good soldier that he keeps carrying around a flimsy shield to relive his glory days (aka five minutes) when he was Captain America. Like a lot of white men in America, he is obsessed with wearing rose-colored glasses about his tenure as “Cap” instead of learning from the experience and becoming a better person. This fact is evidenced in Thunderbolts when it’s revealed Walker became full on emotionally (and possibly physically) abusive to his black wife and biracial son, screaming at her when she asks him to properly watch over their son while he’s in the middle of brooding about his failed attempt to be Captain America.
Remember this part. This part is important for later.
The Falcon and the Winter Soldier remains a well-regarded show to this very day, and I still reference it frequently, as do other people, and so time went on and then they introduced what Captain America: Brave New World would be about, which is Sam adopting the mantle and taking his rightful place as Captain America in an America that would see him hang. I’m going to try my best not to slide into my rant about everyone’s lack of support for Cap 4, but I do need to talk about it so you can understand why I’m even writing this post to begin with.
I loved Captain America: Brave New World, and I am livid that everyone made a concerted effort to make it the least amount of money possible for downright hypocritical reasons. But that’s not what I want to talk about today, if ever. I left the theater ecstatic, knowing the movie certainly had issues, but overall, it left me feeling so warm and encouraged because the message that I took from it was, “Even in the midst of a corrupt government that is oppressing its own people, if you have the ability to stand up to protect innocent people, it is the responsible thing to do to still save them in spite of the system itself being utterly corrupt and horrid.” That movie was not about patriotism, and I’m sick of every last person that said as much, as I feel like we ain’t watch the same fucking movie. There are several lines that directly address the moral quandary of being a black Captain America in a corrupt ass America. Sam knows that Ross is a sack of shit that ain’t gonna change, but that doesn’t mean he should stop helping to save people in harm’s way thanks to Ross’ shitty ass agenda. He goes out of his way to be merciful and understanding when needed, but also beat dat ass when it’s necessary (that fuckin’ dropkick impregnated me, it was so fuckin’ dope) and not shy away from the fact that Sam was trying to exonerate Isaiah Bradley the same way Steve was trying to exonerate Bucky when Zemo framed Bucky for King T’Chaka’s murder. And yet the response to Sam trying to save his friend was totally different from how Steve was treated, and his movie was also treated differently by a fandom that whines all day long about the mistreatment of black characters, but yet it abandons them at the first sign of trouble or even just plain dislike. Everyone found every single excuse as to why they didn’t see Cap 4, and I don’t think that’s an accident.
But here’s my point: why is it that Sam Wilson, no matter how much he sacrifices and no matter how good he tries to be, is not good enough for the MCU fandom…and yet after Thunderbolts, John Walker’s a “Woobie blorbo” that I should accept as just a “misunderstood misfit”?
And try to read between the lines here.
Why is a dark-skinned black man from New Orleans who worked his ass off and is a genuinely good person now considered second fiddle to a literal abusive white supremacist sociopath?
Gee.
I wonder why, fandom.
I wonder why.
Let’s circle back to what I talked about earlier. I got back from Thunderbolts, posted that it was mediocre, and went about my life. While I did not particularly care about it, I did like some of Bucky’s scenes (look, I’m just a squirrel tryin’ to get a nut, SO WHAT’S UP SEBASTIAN STAN?!) and so I basically marked a tag on Tumblr so that I could check each day to see when Bucky’s scenes from the movie would be in .gif form in high quality.
And a byproduct of my thirsty ass doing that means unfortunately, I saw in real time when the tide turned of the white half of the fandom now infantilizing and de-demonizing John fucking Walker after his appearance in Thunderbolts.
And I’m still so angry I cannot even express myself.
Look, let’s stop for a second before you twist your face up at me. I’m not talking about liking problematic characters. Bitch, please—if I threw that stone, my entire house would come crashing down. I love Loki, and that motherfucker is the most problematic demigod we have in the MCU, so I’m not talking about simply liking someone that’s either bad or unforgivable. What I’m talking about is how this fandom is content to forgive John Walker of all his crimes when he has not done one single thing that indicates he is worthy of being forgiven, and how the same white fans that praise Walker and say we should forgive him too spend every single second tearing down Sam Wilson and giving him no sympathy and no credit for anything he’s ever done, all while still moaning that they miss Steve Rogers.
Fandom doesn’t care who hears them bleating.
But guess what, white fandom?
People of color hear you and see you doing this shit. Yes, we listen. Yes, we remember.
This is some fucked up behavior and I’m tired of pretending it’s not.
I’m not even going to ask how you can reach inside yourself and sympathize with John Walker over Sam Wilson because I don’t know you as a person. What I’m talking about is how it’s ridiculous to heap praise onto an outright abusive white man that in no way is portrayed in a positive light—even to the degree that everyone in canon ridicules him for being a bossy, arrogant, slimy, selfish jerk—no reason other than you desperately need an excuse not to accept Sam Wilson as Captain America. It is perfectly fine to not like Sam Wilson nor Anthony Mackie. It is perfectly fine to not like Captain America: Brave New World. This is about the fact that y’all don’t want to face your own prejudices when you make these long posts about how we should feel sorry for Walker, and yet you can’t ever drum up sympathy for anything Sam’s been put through since his introduction in Captain America: The Winter Soldier. You need to understand that we hear this crap and it makes us never want to interact with fandom again when the hypocrisy is on full display the way it is in the MCU fandom, to the degree I no longer track MCU tags and have to block John Walker x Reader fics (yes, those are fucking real, and do not get me fucking started) in the Bucky Barnes gif tag where I just want to look at my grumpy cyborg husband in peace. I have to now dodge post after fucking post insisting John Walker is a poor misunderstood soul, not a violent criminal who was willing to ditch everyone to save himself.
Do you see the picture forming yet?
What I am really asking you is: why, as a black fangirl, am I told to forgive and accept John Walker when the fandom is not even remotely willing to accept any part of Sam Wilson?
Let that sit with you for a second. Does it make you uncomfortable? It fucking should. Again, this is not about “Sam is better/likable.” I am talking about a double standard in which a white antagonist is seen by this fandom as more sympathetic than a black protagonist that has sacrificed literal life and limb for the very same world, yet he’s just insulted non-stop by that same fandom. No one is asking you not to sympathize with Walker—he is a character written well enough that there is an angle in which you can find something to feel sorry for him about. My problem is that no matter what good Sam does, these same people reject him but accept Walker’s unapologetically awful behavior no questions asked.
And I am the one saying this behavior should be called out more in fandom spaces. Not silenced and ignored and buried.
Like who you like. No one will ever stop you.
But you also need to pay attention to hidden biases and ugly behaviors that are toxic and indicative of a much larger psychological problem.
Again, this is not to say I don’t have those same biases. Of course I do. We all do. I try my best to dig inside myself and follow the thread about why I feel strongly about something and then stay aware that I can accidentally be problematic by not following the thread to its origin. I’m sure many other people do the same. All I am saying is we need to pay attention to problematic behavior in majority white fandom spaces instead of burying our heads in the sand. It’s hard for POC to find community when that sort of attitude is stinking up the joint. And fandom is meant to be shared among everyone, not a select few, and certainly not by perpetuating unhealthy reactions to characters based on their race.
For God’s sake, just look at Bucky’s fucking face when you leave him with a bunch of problematic white people.
LOOK WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DON’T LEAVE UNCLE BUCKY WITH AUNT SARAH AND HIS CHILDREN IN NEW ORLEANS HE IS SO TIRED BEING AROUND OTHER WHITE PEOPLE IF YOU DON’T LET THIS POOR MAN FUCKING REST AND BE WITH THE BLACK PEOPLE HE WANTS TO BE AROUND OOH I SWEAR FO’ GOD MARVEL—
Ahem. Sorry, lost the thread there, I’m done.
Look, all I want is for us to all row this boat together instead of squabbling about where the shit is going, okay? Just think before you post. Think about why you have all these problems with Sam, yet no problems with Walker, and I genuinely think the MCU fandom would air out a little bit more toxicity if people would be willing to do so.
But what do I know?
“Just fishin’ in the dark, son.”
Kyoko
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It is Sam Wilson’s year in 2025 and I couldn’t be happier for him. I’m overjoyed at the success of Captain America: Brave New World, and just as excited to say that we have hosted a free virtual panel through ConTinual featuring several of the authors of the Captain America: The Shield of Sam Wilson anthology. Each author talks about their unique short story with yours truly hosting, so if you’d like to learn more about our anthology, click the link below and enjoy!
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