Another post about Fan Expo. I kind of went nuts on the prints.
The bottom 4 are from the same artist, JParrot Illustrations. He gave me his business card, but the website is giving me a 404 error. I had to have the Space Mom ones for obvious reasons. He had a really nice collage of her, but it was way more expensive. I was torn between the bottom two, but he cut me a really nice deal.
The first one was from a guy who didn’t give me his card but I struck up a conversation with him. The print I bought was the only original work he had. Everything else was fan art. He had one of Black Panther I kind of liked but I like the one I bought better. The one of the unicorn I dug because fire unicorn, plus I liked that it was an original piece, but what clinched it was when he told me about the spaceship in the background. I hadn’t even noticed it until he pointed it out. Then he told me that it’s the spaceship from Flight of the Navigator. I asked him if I’d heard him right. His buddy thought I didn’t know the movie and told me it was a movie from the 80s. (Thanks guy. I’m aware.)
I said, “No you don’t understand. I’m here to see Paul Reubens. He was the voice of that spaceship.”
Of all the spaceships in all of Sci Fi this artist had happened to choose the one voiced by the guy I was there to see. I had to have it. I told him it was meant to be.
One of the odder “missing stories” from Who is a very early radio pilot for a proposed series written by Malcolm Hulke, the series was ultimately passed over for being too “juvenile,” with BBCs head of sound remarking in the most BBC manner possible
“As a typical commercial production for unsophisticated listeners in Australia or even some parts of the United States, it stands up quite well. As a piece of science fiction, however, it strikes me as extremely feeble.” Allegedly, at an early stage, they attempted to get Boris Karloff for the role of the good Doctor, but the final product featured work by Peter Cushing, however the entire thing seemed to be separate from his film Who work, seeing him travel alongside yet another version of Susan and that all time classic Dr.Who companion “Mike.”
But the concept of Boris Karloff as Dr. Who is pretty great, and in conjunction with the BBCs BBCness I like to picture a Karloff lead Who series that willfully embraces trash cinema for its world building, the sort of Dr. Who you could only ever find by watching TV in a motel at three in the morning. If the Cushing films are Who as vintage pulp sci-fi this would be Who as exploitation cinema.
*edited to remove a frankly bullshit spelling mistake on the photo, fuck me I hate dyslexia.
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