The Quantum Devil

If you like cosmic horror, you owe it to yourself to see this one.

I saw no fanfare leading up to it, but I also have no recollection of anything in particular from February of last year. For that matter, I hadn’t heard of it at all, even on the occasional movie suggestions video on YouTube. It was barely recommended by Amazon Prime, having 5 stars from 4 whole ratings backed with a lamentable 3.4 at IMDB. I usually see that combo and assume, perhaps wrongly, that whatever it is must be the kind of campy that has strong appeal for a tiny audience. Amazon doesn’t seem to be doing anything in particular to push it other than trickle it through the algorithm into their recommendations for me, which aren’t often all that great. It would be easy to miss, is what I’m trying say.

Don’t miss it.

Rotten Tomatoes has the right of it, I think.

Bonus points for homage to Evil Dead with maybe a whiff of Pirates of the Caribbean. Also, be on the lookout for Robert Englund while you’re at it. He’s lookin’ good for his years.

Warning: graphic depictions of adult-themed stuff.

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Illustration: still from the The Quantum Devil, chosen specifically because a) I love the graffiti rendering of Lovecraftian horror, and b) the significance of going through the door.

The point of all this? The world of Iaon

Tonight I thought I’d try something a bit different. This notion of a world named Iaon has been with me now for about 7-8 years. I’ve picked at the edges of this thing off an on during that time, enough that key elements have pretty much locked themselves in and they come to mind readily. Then there’s the scattered notes. But it’s extremely low concept. Forget elevator pitch. Nay, yeet it out the window.

So I thought I’d try chatting with ChatGPT about it. As a result, I’ve fleshed out just the tiniest bit more, but by having a dialog about it I’m forced to be a bit more rigorous in my intentions and I can see some of the flow of things a bit more clearly. In other ways, I’m lost as ever. Like my character Samael Wakefield in the dialog below, I find the dreams of years past breaking through into conscious awareness forcing me to ask myself as I look around at my actual world, all the good, all the bad, all the indifferent, “how did this come to pass?”

“How is this my lot?” indeed. Don’t get me wrong. I’m lucky. Beyond lucky. I’ve had many occasion to remark that I’ve got the luck of the devil. How or why, I don’t know. That’s rather the question again, innit?

Start at the beginning.