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Betsy Palmer, Polaroid taken during a day of pick-ups after principal photography (copyright Bill Klayer, 1979)

Betsy Palmer, Polaroid taken during a day of pick-ups after principal photography (copyright Bill Klayer, 1979)

When the actor or actress who played the protagonist passes away, it’s easy for fans to celebrate their life and work. Likewise, the performer in the role of the lovable sidekick or the famous character actor who seemed to appear in everything. We tend to forget that a story is only is good as its villain and as such, we don’t often see praise heaped on the name of person who play the bad guy (or girl).

Betsy Palmer was a working actress known to my parents’ generation for roles on TV and film in the ’50s and ’60s of the girl-next-door variety and for her work on game shows in the ’70s, but it was one single role in a low-budget horror film in 1980 that she is best known to fans of the genre in my generation. Casual fans will remember her character even if they don’t remember Betsy’s name and honestly, isn’t that perhaps one of the best compliments and a testament to the quality of the performance? I think so, at least on one respectable level. The role I’m referring to is of Mrs. Pamela Voorhees in the original Friday The 13th.

Friday The 13th is one of the first teen slasher films. Roger Ebert called them “dead teenager” movies. There had been other such movies before, like The Texas Chain Saw Massacre, Black Christmas and Halloween, but Friday The 13th, for better or worse, never aspired to be more than it was: a Halloween clone exploiting the horror convention established in the likes of those earlier dead teenager films. It stood at the precipice of the era of the ’80s slasher flick. Halloween and The Texas Chain Saw Massacre received a certain degree of praise, recognition of the artful approach to the gruesome subject matter. Friday The 13th was lambasted by the critics and despite being a box office success, reviews were scathing. It soon launched a franchise and signalled to other studios to mine the depths of the slasher horror genre. And mine they did. The ’80s were a golden age for this sub-genre of horror. Friday The 13th had 7 sequels in the ’80s, Wes Craven’s A Nightmare On Elm Street saved New Line Cinema (who these days put out more “respectable” titles like The Lord Of The Rings and The Hobbit), Halloween pumped out a number of sequels and hundreds of clones, copies and variations sprung up, sometimes dozens a year. Some were clever, most were at least fun and a bit over the top, but all of them can arguably thank Friday The 13th for helping truly open that door.

And they can thank Betsy Palmer for setting a standard by which all slasher villians would be judged, even her character’s own son, the infamous hockey-masked killer Jason Voorhees. Halloween had that faceless, voiceless Michael Myers, while The Texas Chain Saw Massacre had the gibbering Leatherface flanked by a family of nuts (whom I’m sure few of you truly remember in any real detail, unles you’re a horror film buff) and Black Christmas, well…I wont say any more because I know a lot of you haven’t seen it and I don’t want to ruin anything. Mrs. Voorhees as the villain in Friday The 13th gave us a real, emotionally and psychologically believable antagonist in a slasher film we could connect with. We cheered for Adrienne King’s character Alice, but Mrs Voorhees was in many ways more terrifying than Michael Myers or Leatherface because she was human. Her madness was just under the surface and so commanding on screen was Betsy Palmer in the role that we could not look away as she explained herself.

Gene Siskel, the other half of the famed Siskel & Ebert critic duo, famously took such and exception to the film that he choose to spoil plot points (including the ending) in his print review for the Chicago Tribune and was offended that Palmer was a part of this film, so much so that he encouraged his readers to not only complain about the film to Paramount Picture’s parent company, but to write directly to Palmer herself, even going so far as to print where she lived. I generally respect the late Gene Siskel as a film critic, but that act in that review crossed a line and he lost all the moral high ground in his case against Friday The 13th. Judge for yourself, I’ve linked his original review above.

Betsy Palmer herself didn’t think much of the film and assumed few people would see it. She reportedly only to the role for the 10 days work it offered and the pay cheque that would buy her a new car. She returned for a cameo in the sequel, Friday The 13th – Part 2, and went on about her career. The franchise grew into a horror juggernaut and a Jason and his hockey mask became pop culture icons. Mrs Voorhees being in Part 1 became one of the tests of how much of a horror fan you were. Everyone knows Jason, but did you know about Pamela? Wes Craven and Kevin Williamson made that bit of trivia famous in Scream, but it was point of pride for horror fans long before that.

Then came the conventions. Horror movies, science fictions and everything in between, all celebrated different weekends around North America and the rest of the world. The featured guests were the stars of these movies, cheerfully meeting the fans. Among the actors was Betsy Palmer, happy to meet the fans who appreciated her work. Friday The 13th wasn’t Citizen Kane or Casablanca, but it had a large, loyal fanbase and Betsy would tell them the stories of her time on set. She was a fan favourite, respected for her performance and loved for her warmth to those who came out to meet her, Her co-star Adrienne King, the ingénue in Friday the 13th, would also attend and the two were good friends 35 years after filming and a generation apart in age. Read Ms King’s thoughts on Betsy on her Facebook page here.

I never got to meet Betsy Palmer and though I’m aware of her other work, I haven’t seen much of it. I’m a horror fan, as well as being a fan of many other genres, and grew up in the ’80s during those golden years of slasher/dead teenager horror flicks. The only role I truly connect Betsy Palmer with is Mrs Voorhees. I think Friday The 13h is a better movie than it gets credit for, between a few really good performances, a beautiful location that reminds me of summer camps I’ve known in my youth, some simple and elegant sequences and a superb, truly memorable score by Harry Manfredini. It may not be high art, but it deserves some respect. Betsy’s turn in the movie is no small part of that, an excellent performance among a really good overall cast  (including Adrienne King, Harry Crosby [son of Bing], Kevin Bacon [yes, *that* Kevin Bacon] and the late Laurie Bartram and Walt Gorney).

The movie is and will remain a favourite of mine. Betsy Palmer’s performance helps in a big way to make it so as the antagonist, the villain (the bad “girl,” if you will) and I watch the outpouring of social media comments on her passing, I know the genre’s fanbase has lost a favourite, just as the world has lost a really wonderful person, a beautiful soul who will be remembered for playing a troubled mother.

Rest in peace, Betsy Palmer, and thank you.

The most fitting piece of music I can think of to share in tribute is the End Theme to Friday The 13th, the hauntingly beautiful, gentle piece that closed the film.


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Thirty years after we left Max Rockatansky alone in the desert, we at last get Mad Max: Fury Road, the fourth chapter of George Miller’s post-apocolyptic vision.

I enjoyed Fury Road, yet it felt like a step backwards in one important way, that of Max’s personal journey. Looking at the previous three films, there was a definite arc to the character. In the original Mad Max, we find ourselves in the not-to-distant future, where society, though harsh, still retains a familiar infrastructure (there are police, lawyers, judges, hospitals, shops, houses and farms). Max (Mel Gibson) is a Main Force Patrol officer, working the highways and back roads, arresting biker gang members and other vagabonds. His life is relatively normal and we see no evidence of the nuclear devastation of the next three movies. When the bikers kill his wife and infant son, he goes on a revenge-filled ride in his new V8 Interceptor and kills those responsible. Max’s final act with a man responsible for destroying his life is to cuff him to the vehicle and set it to explode, handing the gang member a hacksaw and telling him he can try to cut the cuffs or his own wrist to escape. Max drives off to leave him to his decision and we are left to assume the cruel ultimatum killed the biker, because who among us could cut off his own hand, even in the face of certain death? Max is a shell of a man now, thoroughly broken.

The next chapter, The Road Warrior (Mad Mad 2 in its native Australia), finds Max in the wasteland deserts of Australia. We’re told now there was a world war and in the jumble of a remembered history told long after, we get Max’s backstory as well in the opening narration. Max now as the titular road warrior cares only for his own survival and while not vicious and inhuman as the other road warrior gangs he encounters, he cares little for others and simply wants to exist and survive. Through circumstance, with little other choices (his Interceptor destroyed and his dog dead), he chooses to help a small band of refinery workers escape with their reserves of precious fuel and battles the forces of The Humongous. In this story we see flashes of humanity and kindness, mostly directed toward the Feral Boy, whom we learn at the end grew to be Narrator, telling us of this whole encounter with Max. However broken Max was at the end of the first film, there are still shreds of humanity in him.

The third chapter, Mad Mad Beyond Thunderdome, finds Max still wandering the desert in a covered wagon made from the remains of a V8 Interceptor (his original car? A different one? We’re never told, but I like to think that after the events of The Road Warrior, he attempted to rebuild it). The wagon is stolen and Max finds it at Bartertown, a community run by Auntie Entity (famously played by Tina Turner). She makes a deal with Max involving a duel to death in the Thunderdome (a gladiatorial cage), but Max’s humanity resurfaces again long enough to stop him killing his target, who is essentially innocent among the barbarity of the town. Max is arrested and sentenced back out to the quicksand filled wastes to die, but is rescued by a group of children living in an isolated oasis, survivors of a jet liner crash that occurred during the war. His arrival splits the group and some of the children leave, ignorant of the dangers beyond their little piece of paradise. Max, unwilling to let the children die, goes after them and helps them and a prisoner of Bartertown who was the real brains of the operation escape. Doing so leaves Max alone again in the desert, but less broken. Helping these people has given him part of his soul back.

And now we reach Fury Road…

[Spoilers Warning]

Max (now played by Tom Hardy) has an Interceptor again and is chased and captured by the War Boys of Immortan Joe (Hugh Keays-Byrne), a despot ruling his small corner of the Australian wastes. He doles out water to his subjects, but only just enough to keep them wanting more. His War Boys worship him and fight for him for a chance to enter Valhalla in the afterlife. I won’t breakdown the entire story, but suffice to say, Max finds himself eventually siding with one of Joe’s Imperators named Furiosa (Charlize Theron) in her attempt to escape Joe’s tyranny and a massive chase begins. It is this chase which makes up most of the film. It is harrowing, visually spectacular and thunderous. It harkens back to the big rig chase at the end of The Road Warrior and the train chase at the end of Beyond Thunderdome, but is so much more vast in scale and scope, so dazzling in its visuals, in a way undreamed of 30 years ago.

And it’s here that I pause to wonder about what for me was the real story: Max’s quest to regain his humanity. I’m not sure if George Miller intends Fury Road to be a reset button on the franchise or a direct sequel to Beyond Thunderdome, but I know he’s been trying to make the movie for years. “Development Hell” is a real thing in the movie industry and many films are condemned there despite the best efforts of people to save them. Fury Road escaped and does so as if to smash the gates open with its own War Rig. Believe me, I’m ecstatic that this movie was made and that Miller has said there could be more. However, if we’re to take this as a direct sequel, it seems we missed an important chapter. Max is suffering PTSD from the loss of a daughter whom we see in brief, hallucinatory flashes. He lost a wife and son in the first film, so who is this daughter? Is she his daughter at all? Are his memories and emotions all warped and distorted by now that this girl is simply someone he cared about whom he failed to save at some point since we last saw him? Maybe, but we’re not given much to go on (though maybe a second or third viewing will clarify things). It’s not the PTSD that gives me pause, it’s that I feel we’ve been here with Max and got at least somewhat passed it at the end of Beyond Thunderdome.

Some may argue that it’s not meant to be a deep examination of the human psyche, to just enjoy the rollercoaster action. I would happily do only that, except that Beyond Thunderdome was such a concious advancement of Max’s character that seeing him return to the cold road warrior without any real explanation leaves *me* a bit cold.

Another concern with the movie is once we get past the spectacle, this is a movie we already saw. It is wall-to-wall stunning visuals and effects, absolutely, but it seems assembled from (admittedly some of the best action) bits of the previous two. A dictator ruling over the masses: Immortan Joe is like a mix of Auntie Entity and The Humongous. Innocents who need rescuing: The Wives are like the lost children in Beyond Thunderdome. And as I noted before, the chase itself is a larger version of the chases from the previous two films. Where each of the previous films was unique and offered a large swath each of new story elements, Fury Road repeats a lot of what came before without much new.

At the end of the film, Max choses to depart amid the festivities, a move that echoes his choice at the end of the first film, though his motives are slightly different. He’s not the hollow, vengeful soul who cruelly left a man to die in that movie. He’s a lone wolf by nature now, but in The Road Warrior and Beyond Thunderdome, it was the specific events of the story that left him alone. The Road Warrior ends with Max learning he was a distraction while the refinery workers snuck away with the real treasure of fuel, outsmarting everyone. It’s implied Max may have been able to go with them and chose not to, but it’s left ambiguous. This keeps with the tone that the film sets up with the opening narration, that this is a distant, powerful memory of the Feral Boy, where “the man they called Max” is a now-mythic figure. At the end of Beyond Thunderdome, Max sacrifices himself to save the children and Master and in doing so is left alone in the wastes again as they fly off. Fury Road, by showing us his choice to leave, takes away from the idea that Max is a man destined to be alone and replaces it with the fact that he now *chooses* to be alone.

Everyone is raving right now about Mad Max: Fury Road and despite everything I just said, there is a LOT to praise about the film. In many ways, it would not have been possible to make this movie thirty years ago and Heaven knows Miller tried. The Road Warrior is an action masterpiece and Beyond Thunderdome is a powerful character-driven journey. Roger Ebert said Beyond Thunderdome was not only the best film in the then-trilogy, but one of the best films of 1985. As brilliant as those films were, they could only go so far in terms of effects and stunts. CGI was still a primitive tool and digital editing practically non-existent. Miller nonetheless pushed the technology as far as he could in the most creative ways and the results are stunning.

Fury Road does what it sets out to do and does so in with such raging, noisy, blistering power that even with character and continuity taking a back seat to sheer action, this movie is a masterpiece.

Numerical values are subjective, relative and limiting, but if I had to give Mad Max: Fury Road an “out of 10” rating, of course it would be 10/10.

There may be more Mad Max films on the way and all I ask is that Miller take those opportunities to include both more of (and an advancement of, that’s the key) Max Rockatansky’s internal war in amongst all the crazy, nightmarish, psychotic brilliance of this desolate auto-punk world.

The War on Science

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B.C. Conservative MP James Lunney tweets against evolution

Every few years Creationism takes some swings at Evolution and what I can only describe as utter silliness breaks out. The last big flare up came a year, culminating in debate between Ken Ham (a Creationist) and Bill Nye The Science Guy. I’ll link their debate below, but after that debate was watched by the world, streamed live on YouTube, things calmed a bit. Yeah, there was this woman at the Field Museum in Chicago, but the weakness of her arguments meant she wasn’t in too much danger of being taken seriously. (Note: I’ve been to the Field Museum, you can actually see the scientists at work there and I’m sure they’d have happily addressed her concerns if she’d asked them.)
Then I read the headline above and have to shake my head in disgust (again).

It drives me nuts that people use syntax semantics to attack legitimate knowledge. A scientific theory is an entirely different thing from just a regular theory. Many words have multiple definitions and meanings, and theory is one such word.

theory (science): a coherent group of tested general propositions,commonly regarded as correct, that can be used as principles of explanation and prediction for a class of phenomena. (The Theory of Evolution, Theory of Relativity…)

theory (general): a proposed explanation whose status is still conjectural and subject to experimentation, in contrast to well-established propositions that are regarded as reporting matters of actual fact. (“I have a theory about who committed the crime”)



The Theory of Evolution is not a guess or science’s best shot in the dark because they don’t have much to go on, it’s the result of studying our world, building a foundation of knowledge in multiple fields (biology, physics, mathematics, aercheology etc.) and continually challenging what we know with new evidence in order to refine it. It is based on direct evidence, observation and empirical data. More importantly, science has no agenda except verifiable facts and expanding its knowledge. It wants to be tested. It needs to be tested. And science can be tested, by anyone, at any time.

The Ham/Nye Debate:

Copyright 2013, Patrick Lemieux & Adam Unger

Copyright 2013, Patrick Lemieux & Adam Unger

BNL cover art (with text)

Copyright 2014, Patrick Lemieux


Strangely, I find myself defending my dislike for being active on Twitter to an inordinate number of my friends. Here’s the best explanation I can give:

I don’t feel I belong there.

I was slow to join Twitter, but when I finally did, I did so enthusiastically. I followed a bunch of people, everyone from internet cult celebrities to big-time famous people and a lot of folks in between. I engaged with some and replied to friends and strangers alike.

Several things happened in a short period of time to change how I felt. The interactivity turned sour and negative. I’d heartily agree with things I agreed with and debated points I felt needed debating. These would sometimes turn into full-blown arguments and hurt feelings with friends. Or if it was with a stranger, both sides simply defaulted to the “what an asshole!” view of the other and if we were lucky, we both walked away from the argument. Occasionally, neither side was lucky.

The 140 character limit is just that, limiting. It doesn’t allow for nuance, subtly or irony. Nor does it allow for proper expression of ideas, which didn’t help (and sometimes caused) many of those arguments.

I also found myself unfollowing people for a host of reasons, from the aforementioned arguments, to TV series spoilers, to simply not being able to relate to their Tweets.

I also discovered that the creativity I was spending on Twitter left less for my actual creative endeavours. Time was part of it, but it was the need to direct that energy to creating, to writing, to painting, that forced me to look at how I spent that energy. Artists and Writers are not bottomless wells of creativity, or at least most aren’t this side of Leonardo. We must focus the creativity judiciously and then work our asses off to turn that idea into an actual, tangible thing.

For me, Twitter was an enemy of that, a draining, distracting force.

So, there was that, and there was the death of Roger Ebert (a Twitter force for good if ever there was one), getting into an specific argument with a good friend, and getting into an argument with an internet celebrity. In a short span, I lost all desire and motivation to be a part of Twitter.

I create for a living and my family and friends seem not to grasp that the Twitter they view as the bastion of freely exchanged ideas and information is not the Twitter I experience. Is it me? Is it Twitter? I don’t know. It’s a social media relationship that fell apart painfully. I’m still active on Facebook and I dabble a little in Instagram (the jury is out on whether I’ll remain on that one), but I’m told over and over, “Twitter! It’s such a powerful thing! Millions of people…” and so on.

All true.

I still don’t feel welcome there, nor do I want to be more involved than I am.

I’ve written books and as each launched, I tried to do my best to blitz social media. I Tweeted and Tweeted. There were reTweets! New followers! Fantastic! But they don’t last. I would Tweet about the book, I’d Tweet about non-book things, I’d share interesting online posts by others. The reTweets lessened to nothing, followers fell away to pre-book levels. That was it. I was told it takes work and dedication to build a following, it takes time! Well, sure, okay, but when exactly do I write the books or paint the pieces I’m supposed to be promoting? No one has an answer to that, tellingly.

Another thing bothered me about Twitter? Its focus on the immediate, on what is happening right this second. TV show plots, social injustice, news-worthy events, all vital or relatively vital information flooding Twitter up to the second, literally. My new book comes out, great, people Tweet about it, some people buy it, then the next big thing comes along and I’m left Tweeting either “Here’s my new book!” or about non-book things. And we’re back to square one.

It’s not all Twitter’s fault either, I accept some of the responsibility for this break up. I’m not capable of being interesting in 140 characters or fewer, it would seem. The things I want to share aren’t those things people on the receiving end care enough about, it would seem.

My main literary works are based on Queen, Mike Oldfield and Barenaked Ladies, and I find other ways to engage those fanbases. I write articles and guest blogs. I have Facebook pages for each book. I meet fans there. Twitter, for me anyway, was not the magical button I press to receive instant fame and recognition, nor was it an invest in time and energy I was willing to make. Others have and if they can make it work, so be it.

I’m not that guy.

Please stop trying to convince me.

I’m not going to forget about Twitter and when my next book comes out, I’ll try it again, so you are all absolved of the responsibility of extolling upon me the virtues you see in Tweeting and what it can do for my career. I appreciate the advice, but please stop.


Here are my books, by the way:

The Script On Silk Sheets

The Script Lying On Silk Sheets © 2014, Patrick Lemieux

The Script Lying On Silk Sheets
© 2014, Patrick Lemieux

I saw the call for submissions by the 1313 Gallery here in Toronto and knew that if I wanted to submit something, I’d have to challenge myself. There are few subjects that carry as much baggage as Sex. Obviously, that was point of the call, to gather from many different artists their views on all things related to the S word.
So, what did I have to say?
What could I say?
What hasn’t been said already, or what approach to the familiar ideas could I take?
Well, I had no shortage of thoughts and that was the problem. I mulled the call over for a few weeks as I dealt with more immediate deadlines for other projects. I’d let the thoughts and feelings float around, knowing some would fall away and some would remain. That’s what I expected to happen, anyway. It didn’t quite work that way. I’d come back and, rather appropriately given the topic, the ideas had multiplied. One set of thoughts led to others, just as strong. Imagery and attitudes and historical contexts were all making themselves heard. I started to apply my own specific thoughts and feelings, hoping to push through this crowd and organize it a bit.
I needed a few boundaries, so the best way to start was deciding what I didn’t want to say.
To start with, I didn’t want to be literal, since we all know what sex is. It’s easy to just create an image of something beautiful and/or explicit and say, “Yeah, here, this is sex. This is erotic.”
I also didn’t want this to be autobiographical. I’m not shy, but we’re all different. I wanted to say something, but it didn’t have to be about me. That would be too narrow and too predictable.
Okay, that narrowed the field a bit, but I was still looking at pages of sketches with no cohesive idea or set of ideas. What did I want to say?
Christmas came and went, New Year’s was approaching and I was actually starting to get a pissed off at myself over this. I joked with myself that it was performance anxiety. I sat on the bed, perhaps hoping to trigger some subconscious inspiration, and sketched some more, determined to solve this puzzle. I had images I wanted to use and a few clever ideas I thought might be handy from earlier sketches, but I couldn’t find the through-line, the “theme,” something to hold it all together. I discarded pages and moved onto the next. After a while, around 2 AM, I was reduced to just moving the pencil around, creating non-specific shapes and line. I’d thought about layers earlier, like posters on a wall, some torn, covering up what was underneath, the brick and mortar of the wall. I thought about walls, barriers we put up and knock down. I was getting away from the central theme of the call: Sex. I looked up the gallery website and re-read the description. What were they asking for? Definitions. Individual. Cultural. That sort of thing.
I was back to square one. There are too many such definitions. Maybe I should forget it, stick with creating works less loaded with with seemed like the sum total of human history?
Posters on the wall seemed too bleak, too defensive. Sex is fun! Yeah, there’s mental and emotional baggage, but the act itself is thoroughly enjoyable. Still, I liked the idea of layering images. Maybe they told a story? I did not want it to be my story, though obviously I’d have to draw from my own impressions and ideas. I scribbled and sketched and doodled of scattered pages and pictures. Still, not enough cohesion. It was lazy, too simple.
What if the images were collected, like a scrapbook?
I started thinking about how we collect memories, like in photo albums. I thought about my sketchbooks, filled with artistic ideas and experiments, some realized, some not. Some drawings were just practice.
Amidst these thoughts, an obscure memory floated to the surface, of the Dean of my old faculty at university talking about a theatre director he once knew. This director would apparently draw out his ideas all through his scripts. The Dean said the scripts themselves became miniature works of art.
I thought about scripts. I was sitting in bed, thinking about what people do in bed. No, actually, that’s not right. I was thinking about how, not in the mechanical sense, but about what goes through your mind. We all have reservations, hang-ups, expectations, all those things I was that were overwhelming my creative process before.
Did I just I call what do a “creative process”?
I did. Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound pretentious.
So, now I’m thinking about how we bring all this stuff with us to bed. There’s what we want, what we’ve done before, the good, the bad, everything. We’re following that script, because what else is there? Instinct, maybe, but that tends to only get you as far as fumbling around in the dark. What we see movies, what we’re told, what we remember from Sex Ed., all of that we draw on in the moment.
We follow a script we make into miniature works of art. Sometimes we write new scenes. Sometimes we tear out old ones that no longer work onstage, taking the best bits and tossing the rest.
At 3 AM I had a coherent idea. The rest was refining, picking and choosing what worked and what didn’t. I’m not going to explain every image. I will say, this not my script you see. It’s not autobiographical. There are reasons for everything in the piece, however.
Now that it’s done and I stuff the loose papers of sketches into my sketchbook, it’s not lost on my the passing resemblance between the overflowing script I painted and the real-life sketchbook itself.
You’d think I’d planned it that way.

(Copyright Lucasfilm)

(Copyright Lucasfilm)


Star Wars: Episode I “The Phantom Menace”
Star Wars: Episode II “Attack Of The Clones”
Clone Wars Volume 1: Episodes 1 to 20
Clone Wars Volume 2: Episode 21

The Clone Wars Season 3: Episode 1 “Clone Cadets”
WCS1#5 “Mouse Hunt”
The Clone Wars Season 1: Episode 5 “Rookies”
The Clone Wars Season 3: Episode 2 “ARC Troopers”

The Clone Wars Season 2: Episode 18 “The Zillo Beast”
The Clone Wars Season 2: Episode 19 “The Zillo Beast Strikes Back”

The Clone Wars Season 2: Episode 16 “Cat And Mouse”
WCS1#16 “Shadowed”
The Clone Wars Season 1: Episode 16 “The Hidden Enemy”
Star Wars: The Clones Wars

WCS1#6 “The Fall Of Falleen”
The Clone Wars Season 1: Episode 6 “Downfall Of A Droid”
WCS1#7 “Discount”
WCS1#18 “Covetous”
WCS1#19 “Curfew”
The Clone Wars Season 3: Episode 3 “Supply Lines”
WCS1#1 “Prelude”
The Clone Wars Season 1: Episode 1 “Ambush”
The Clone Wars Season 1: Episode 7 “Duel Of The Droids”

WCS1#2 “Shakedown”
The Clone Wars Season 1: Episode 2 “Rising Malevolence”
WCS1#3 “Procedure”
The Clone Wars Season 1: Episode 3 “Shadow Of Malevolence”
WCS1#4 “Agenda”
The Clone Wars Season 1: Episode 4 “Destroy Malevolence”

WCS1#8 “Departure”
The Clone Wars Season 1: Episode 8 “Bombad Jedi”
WCS1#9 “Transfer”
The Clone Wars Season 1: Episode 9 “Cloak Of Darkness”
WCS1#10 “The Dreams Of General Grevious”
The Clone Wars Season 1: Episode 10 “The Liar Of Grevious

WCS1#11 “Bait”
The Clone Wars Season 1: Episode 11 “Dooku Captured”
WCS1#12 “Switch”
The Clone Wars Season 1: Episode 12 “The Gungan General”

WCS1#13 “Headgames”
The Clone Wars Season 1: Episode 13 “Jedi Crash”
WCS1#14 “Neighbors”
The Clone Wars Season 1: Episode 14 “Defenders Of The Peace”

WCS1#15 “Cold Snap”
The Clone Wars Season 1: Episode 15 “Trespass”

WCS1#17 “The Valley”
The Clone Wars Season 1: Episode 17 “Blue Shadow Virus”
The Clone Wars Season 1: Episode 18 “Mystery Of A Thousand Moons”

The Clone Wars Season 1: Episode 19 “Storm Over Ryloth”
The Clone Wars Season 1: Episode 20 “Innocents Of Ryloth”
WCS1#20 “The Ballad Of Cham Syndulla”
The Clone Wars Season 1: Episode 21 “Liberty Of Ryloth”

The Clone Wars Season 2: Episode 17 “Bounty Hunters”

The Clone Wars Season 2: Episode 1 “The Holocron Heist”
WC “Act On Instinct” Parts 1 to 3
The Clone Wars Season 2: Episode 2 “Cargo Of Doom”
The Clone Wars Season 2: Episode 3 “Children Of The Force”
WC “Act On Instinct” Part 4

The Clone Wars Season 2: Episode 4 “Senate Spy”
The Clone Wars Season 2: Episode 5 “Landing At Point Rain”
The Clone Wars Season 2: Episode 6 “Weapons Factory”
The Clone Wars Season 2: Episode 7 “Legacy Of Terror”
The Clone Wars Season 2: Episode 8 “Brian Invaders”

The Clone Wars Season 2: Episode 9 “Grievous Intrigue”
The Clone Wars Season 2: Episode 10 “The Deserter”
The Clone Wars Season 2: Episode 11 “Lightsaber Lost”
WC “Act On Instinct” Parts 5 to 15
WC “The Valsedian Operation” Parts 1 to 15

The Clone Wars Season 2: Episode 12 “The Mandalore Plot”
The Clone Wars Season 2: Episode 13 “Voyage Of Temptation”
The Clone Wars Season 2: Episode 14 “Duchess Of Mandalore”

The Clone Wars Season 2: Episode 20 “Death Trap”
The Clone Wars Season 2: Episode 21 “R2 Come Home”
The Clone Wars Season 2: Episode 22 “Lethal Trackdown”

The Clone Wars Season 3: Episode 4 “Sphere Of Influence”
The Clone Wars Season 3: Episode 5 “Corruption”
The Clone Wars Season 3: Episode 6 “The Academy”

The Clone Wars Season 3: Episode 7 “Assassin”
WCS1#21 “Invitation Only”
The Clone Wars Season 3: Episode 8 “Evil Plans”
The Clone Wars Season 1: Episode 22 “Hostage Crisis”
WC “Hunting The Hunters I”
The Clone Wars Season 3: Episode 9 “The Hunt For Ziro”
WC “Hunting The Hunters III”

The Clone Wars Season 3: Episode 10 “Heroes On Both Sides”
The Clone Wars Season 3: Episode 11 “Pursuit Of Peace”
WC “Hunting The Hunters II”
The Clone Wars Season 2: Episode 15 “Senate Murders”

The Clone Wars Season 3: Episode 12 “Nightsisters”
The Clone Wars Season 3: Episode 13 “Monster”
The Clone Wars Season 3: Episode 14 “Witches Of The Mist”

The Clone Wars Season 3: Episode 15 “Overlords”
The Clone Wars Season 3: Episode 16 “Altar Of Mortis”
The Clone Wars Season 3: Episode 17 “Ghosts Of Mortis”

The Clone Wars Season 3: Episode 18 “Citadel”
The Clone Wars Season 3: Episode 19 “Counter Attack”
The Clone Wars Season 3: Episode 20 “Citadel Rescue”

The Clone Wars Season 3: Episode 21 “Padawan Lost”
The Clone Wars Season 3: Episode 22 “Wookiee Hunt”

The Clone Wars Season 4: Episode 4 “Shadow Warrior”

The Clone Wars Season 4: Episode 1 “Water War”
The Clone Wars Season 4: Episode 2 “Gungan Attack”
The Clone Wars Season 4: Episode 3 “Prisoners”

The Clone Wars Season 4: Episode 5 “Mercy Mission”
The Clone Wars Season 4: Episode 6 “Nomad Droids”

The Clone Wars Season 4: Episode 7 “Darkness On Umbara”
The Clone Wars Season 4: Episode 8 “The General”
The Clone Wars Season 4: Episode 9 “Plan Of Dissent”
The Clone Wars Season 4: Episode 10 “Carnage Of Krell”

The Clone Wars Season 4: Episode 11 “Kidnapped”
The Clone Wars Season 4: Episode 12 “Slaves Of The Republic”
The Clone Wars Season 4: Episode 13 “Escape From Kadavo”

The Clone Wars Season 4: Episode 14 “A Friend In Need”

The Clone Wars Season 4: Episode 15 “Deception”
The Clone Wars Season 4: Episode 16 “Friends And Enemies”
The Clone Wars Season 4: Episode 17 “The Box”
The Clone Wars Season 4: Episode 18 “Crisis On Naboo”

The Clone Wars Season 4: Episode 19 “Massacre”
The Clone Wars Season 4: Episode 20 “Bounty”
The Clone Wars Season 4: Episode 21 “Brothers”
The Clone Wars Season 4: Episode 22 “Revenge”

The Clone Wars Season 5: Episode 2 “A War On Two Fronts”
The Clone Wars Season 5: Episode 3 “Front Runners”
The Clone Wars Season 5: Episode 4 “The Soft War”
The Clone Wars Season 5: Episode 5 “Tipping Points”

The Clone Wars Season 5: Episode 6 “The Gathering”
The Clone Wars Season 5: Episode 7 “A Test Of Strength”
The Clone Wars Season 5: Episode 8 “Bound For Rescue”
The Clone Wars Season 5: Episode 9 “A Necessary Bond”

The Clone Wars Season 5: Episode 10 “Secret Weapon”
The Clone Wars Season 5: Episode 11 “A Sunny Day In The Void”
The Clone Wars Season 5: Episode 12 “Missing In Action”
The Clone Wars Season 5: Episode 13 “Point Of No Return”

The Clone Wars Season 5: Episode 01 “Revival”
The Clone Wars Season 5: Episode 14 “Eminence”
The Clone Wars Season 5: Episode 15 “Shades Of Reason”
The Clone Wars Season 5: Episode 16 “The Lawless”

The Clone Wars Season 5: Episode 17 “Sabotage”
The Clone Wars Season 5: Episode 18 “The Jedi Who Knew Too Much”
The Clone Wars Season 5: Episode 19 “To Catch A Jedi”
The Clone Wars Season 5: Episode 20 “The Wrong Jedi”

The Clone Wars Season 6: “Plo Koon’s Discovery (Scene)”
The Clone Wars Season 6: “A Moment Of Confusion (Scene)”

*** RUSH CLOVIS TRILOGY (Unreleased)
The Clone Wars Season 6: “An Old Friend”
The Clone Wars Season 6: “Crisis Of The Heart”
The Clone Wars Season 6: “The Rise Of Clovis”

Clone Wars Volume 2: Episodes 22 to 25
Star Wars: Episode III “Revenge Of The Sith”

*** The Trigon Tetralogy
Droids: Episode 1“The White Witch”
Droids: Episode 2 “Escape Into Terror”
Droids: Episode 3 “The Trigon Unleashed”
Droids: Episode 4 “A Race To The Finish”

*** The Mon Julpa Pentalogy
Droids: Episode 5 “The Lost Prince”
Droids: Episode 6 “The New King”
Droids: Episode 7 “The Pirates Of Tarnoonga”
Droids: Episode 8 “The Revenge Of Kybo Ren”
Droids: Episode 9 “Coby And The Starhunters”

*** The Mungo Beobab Pentalogy
Droids: “The Great Heep”
Droids: Episode 10 “Tail Of The Roon Comets”
Droids: Episode 11 “The Roon Games”
Droids: Episode 12 “Across The Roon”
Droids: Episode 13 “The Frozen Citedal”

Ewoks Season 1: Episode 1 “The Cries Of The Trees”
Ewoks Season 1: Episode 2 “The Haunted Village”
Ewoks Season 1: Episode 3 “Rampage Of The Phlogs”
Ewoks Season 1: Episode 4 “To Save Deej”
Ewoks Season 1: Episode 5 “The Travelling Jinda”
Ewoks Season 1: Episode 6 “The Tree Of Light”
Ewoks Season 1: Episode 7 “The Curse Of The Jindas”
Ewoks Season 1: Episode 8 “The Land Of The Gupins”
Ewoks Season 1: Episode 9 “Sunstar vs Shadowstone”
Ewoks Season 1: Episode 10 “Wicket’s Wagon”
Ewoks Season 1: Episode 11 “The Three Lesson:
Ewoks Season 1: Episode 12 “Blue Harvest”
Ewoks Season 1: Episode 13 “Asha”

Star Wars: The Ewok Adventure (AKA Caravan Of Courage)
Star Wars: The Battle For Endor

Ewoks Season 2: Episode 1 “The Crystal Cloak”
Ewoks Season 2: Episode 2 “The Wish Plant”
Ewoks Season 2: Episode 3 “Home Is Where The Shrieks Are”
Ewoks Season 2: Episode 4 “Princess Latara”
Ewoks Season 2: Episode 5 “The Raich”
Ewoks Season 2: Episode 6 “The Totem Master”
Ewoks Season 2: Episode 7 “A Gift For Shodu”
Ewoks Season 2: Episode 8 “Night Of The Stranger”
Ewoks Season 2: Episode 9 “Gone With The Mimphs”
Ewoks Season 2: Episode 10 “The First Apprentice”
Ewoks Season 2: Episode 11 “Hard Sell”
Ewoks Season 2: Episode 12 “A Warrior And A Lurdo”
Ewoks Season 2: Episode 13 “The Season Scepter”
Ewoks Season 2: Episode 14 “Prow Beaten”
Ewoks Season 2: Episode 15 “Baga’s Rival”
Ewoks Season 2: Episode 16 “Horville’s Hut Of Horrors”
Ewoks Season 2: Episode 17 “The Tragic Flute”
Ewoks Season 2: Episode 18 “Just My Luck”
Ewoks Season 2: Episode 19 “Bringing Up Norky”
Ewoks Season 2: Episode 20 “Battle For The Sunstar”
Ewoks Season 2: Episode 21 “Party Ewok”
Ewoks Season 2: Episode 22 “Malani The Warrior”

Star Wars: Episode IV “A New Hope”
The Star Wars Holiday Special
Star Wars: Episode V “The Empire Strikes Back”
Star Wars: Episode VI “Return Of The Jedi”


Movies & TV Shows = Series Name: Episode # “Episode Title” (as applicable)

Web Comics = WC + Season # + Issue # + “Issue Title” (as applicable)


This picture pleases me!

WordPress informs me that I registered exactly 1 year ago today. Did I post that day? I could look, but I’m lazy. Hopefully, WordPress will continue to remind me in future years, saving me having to remember.

This calls for a drink!

Thanks to everyone for reading.

I may have a new post up by the end of the year. Or not. It’s Christmas time, so I’m sort of on a break, doing Christmas-y things.

If I don’t post between now and January, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

An Update On Stuff

I haven’t posted a new entry in a few weeks, as things have gotten a bit busy in the real world.

I’ll be adding posts on the following topics in the near future:

The Star Wars Chronoolgy (9th Edition), which will be sort of interactive. I plan to develop it with input and discussions between myself and other fans, but here and on’s The Clone Wars – 2008 Series discussion forum. Basically, as Season 5 progresses, I’ll be updating the 9th Edition Chronology. I anticipate a certain amount of shuffling episodes’ orders around, as statements on already point out that specific episodes have been and will be aired out of chronological order. So look forward to that.

A Star Wars Chronology (Part 5) is in the works, picking up from where we last left off.

The Symphony Of Experience (Part 3), which is very late coming, as things moved rather quickly for the band and myself this summer and fall. All of that will be covered in the next blog on the subject.

Also on the art front, I’m involved in several exhibits this months, so I’ll be talking about those experiences.

That’s about it for the foreseeable future,

Happy Halloween!


Play Of Light – A Recap

A few weeks ago I held an exhibition for two of my recent series of paintings and mixed media pieces. As the poster to the left notes, it was held at The Pilot Tavern, Wed., August 15th.

I’d like to share some thoughts on the event.

First of all, I’d like to thank the staff at The Pilot, particularly Michelle and Scott, the managers whom we dealt with. By ‘we’,’ I mean Scott Brown and myself. As you’ll recall from previous posts, Scott B. is the singer/songwriter/rhythm guitarist of the ban Symphony Of Nine, also owner/operator of Glenmore Records in Toronto. A man of many talents! It was Scott B. who found the venue, tweeting me as I was standing in a Tim Hortons in Minden, Ontario, on my way to go camping. His tweet was that he’d found the perfect location. He included some details and asked if I was free one day to go look. We went and met Michelle, who showed us around. The place was declared excellent! A big thank you goes out to Scott Brown, without who, this night probably would not have happened, nor been as successful!

That was a month before the event. Scott had booked the album release concert for the following Saturday, Aug. 18th, so both the band and I had some work ahead of us. They had an album to complete and I had artwork to finish. I think I had two or three pieces left to do in a couple of weeks, leaving time to get So9 the art so they could send it all off for printing. It wasn’t quite a mad dash to the end, but there was certainly pressure. Honestly, I think the pressure helped in some ways, as the last piece I did for them turned out to be one of my most striking, in my opinion.

“We Are The Chosen.” The last completed piece of art for the album! (Copyright Patrick Lemieux, 2012

Next came ordering easels. The Pilot’s Stealth Lounge is a diverse venue, but they did not stock the 40 easels I’d need for the show. Being an space with a lot of age, we couldn’t put any screws in the walls for hanging pieces either. I needed easels. And the answer came via a service called Owner/operator Richard was most helpful and accommodating, even dropping of my 40 easels at my apartment, saving me and Scott B. a trip to his warehouse location to pick them up!

I finished the artwork and the band finished the album, both on time. I had a week  to relax before the show, but much it spent sending out notices to people and publicity websites.

When the day arrived, I was up bright and early. Richard dropped off the easels promptly at 10 AM. Scott B. arrived a short time later and we loaded them in his SUV. We didn’t have access to The Pilot until 12 noon, so we had breakfast and discussed the event. There was a delay in printing the album, so it wouldn’t be ready for the actual album release concert. Undaunted, Scott would take pre-orders at the show and mail them off. The show would go on Saturday regardless!

Boxes of easels outside my apartment! Some assembly required.

At The Pilot for noon, Scott B. and I met their Scott, who let us in. We dropped the easels off and went back to my place to get the artwork. We got back to The Pilot and started setting up. It takes a longer than you’d think to assemble that many easels. We only needed 38 of the 40. Scott B. assembled as well Glenmore Records’ promo banner and a red carpet. The event was scheduled to start at 6 PM, with the full Pilot staff arriving for 5 PM. Scott B. and I then had until 4 PM to get everything set, wanting to give ourselves time to change. In the thick of the action, I forgot how quickly time passes. We placed the artwork and the labels and the prints and the promo material around the room and raced out of there a little after 4 o’clock.

A forest of easels as we set up!

Home, shower, fresh clothes and back to The Pilot. It occurred to me at the time that I’d have been better off bringing a change of clothes to the venue and freshening up there. Still, arriving back a bit after 5 PM, I had only a few little things left, like adjusting some track lights, and then all was in readiness.

So I ordered some food.

6 PM arrived and the so did the guests! I had to pick at the food for a while, since, being the artist, I happily worked the room, explaining pieces and ideas and the process and chatting with friends. Come back to the bar, take a few bits, head back out to the floor.

So, here’s a look at the night!

Because I was mingling almost non-stop, most of my pictures were taken at the start and the end of the night. Before we packed up, I did take some photos of the gallery set up for posterity!

Ever read any HP Lovecraft?

If not, you should. You’ll see a few nods to his work in this episode, such as mention of “The Old Ones.” Just so you know I’m not fancifully drawing the connection, episode writer Robert Block was an associate of Lovecraft. Block also wrote a little book later made into a little film, both called “Psycho.” Madness, identity, murder, taking over the galaxy, giant rock dongs all feature in their respective works (okay, the dongs may not have been so prominent…).

Good episode. Nice to see Chapel getting some screen time.

Andrea and Christine Chapel (Copyright Paramount)

Good continuity, too, where the picture of Corby at the beginning has him sporting a “Cage”-style shirt and he’s later equipped with “The Cage”-era laser pistol. It makes sense if he’s not been seen or heard for 5 years prior to this.

Thinking ahead, I wonder if Dr. Soong (creator of Data) ever visited this planet to get some tips on building androids. Or if the Dr. Brown android was retrieved by Kirk for study by Starfleet. Seriously, you can’t just leave that stuff lying around, Corby’s experiments prove that in the wrong hands, that shit’s dangerous!

Oh yeah, and Lurch! Lurch makes everything awesome! Too bad Ted Cassidy got type-cast in similar hulking roles, but work is work in Hollywood, I guess.