Radio Free Albemuth Movie Review: Faithful Adaptation of the Philip K. Dick Novel

Finally, a new Dick flick! RFA (the movie based on a 1985 Philip K. Dick book Radio Free Albemuth) is available for viewing! I watched via Amazon.com streaming video. Here’s my article about the film in PKD Otaku #31 (just published August 20, 2014.) Here’s the FULL Edition of PKD Otaku #31 (NOTE: it’s a few megs, for those with slow connections.)

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I was more generous in my review on Amazon.com In the Otaku piece I had to be honest with the Phil fans, about some issues in the movie as well as my ongoing concerns about the book. On IMDB (Internet Movie Database) I gave a middle ground review , and also posted a Phil FAQ. As I mention in the FAQ, the Otaku piece will cover the RFA book background and other issues.

Meanwhile, here’s a great RFA review, from one of the newest members of our Facebook Phil Fan group. You get an idea of the movie’s special effects here, and even better from the movie trailer (which I’ve had posted on this Kindred Content page for at least two years.) Has anyone watched the trailer? Well, now you can watch the entire movie from anywhere. That’s why I bought it from Amazon. It stays in my Amazon “cloud” (with my books and other music) and I can just click and watch it on the Kindle Fire anytime, anyplace. It’s worth the price to be able to pop up the pink bream hitting Phil (I mean Niki, I mean NICK 😉 ) in the head anytime I want and show my friends. Love it!

Finally, an oldie but goodie– a review of RFA the book from our PKD fan site. Enjoy!

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Some of the topics:  Zen Dust (thoughts on Buddhism in general and zen as an attitude), Ancient Aliens and Sumerian Shamans (what are they? Was Jesus one?), who or what is God? and what the heck was all that about mystical mushrooms? Yep, much more on the Big Questions (and smaller ones, too.) Get your copy NOW on Amazon for Kindle!  (The link takes you to Amazon.com where you can SEE and read more, plus download (or view) a sample. Enjoy!

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037d7-aksonshelfYou can read more for FREE on Amazon or iTunes, but to entice you to go there (and get your samples, and hopefully BUY the BOOK) here’s a taste 😉

November 17, 1971 – Santa Venetia, California

It was an ordinary ranch-style house on a quiet cul-de-sac; a dark, starry night—until the explosion. Even that was muf-fled and neighbors would later claim they didn‘t hear a thing. If they had been watching, they would have seen a firestorm roll through the house and crack the front picture window.

An hour or so later, a big, red 1963 Pontiac convertible rumbled around the corner onto Hacienda Way heading to-ward the house. The couple inside the car giggled like teenagers. The girl driving was only eighteen, but the man pawing at her was old enough to be her father. He was also a semi-famous science fiction author, but that meant nothing to her. She had other interests in Philip K. Dick…
Phil‘s girlfriend-of-the-moment hopped out of the car and pulled him from the passenger seat. He playfully tugged at the buttons on her blouse as they staggered up the walk-way to the front door. Phil had never actually ―done it‖ with this girl, but liked the idea. Since his last divorce, he hadn’t technically been dating anyone. Sharon was one of several young druggies he let crash at his house.

In the Bay Area in 1971, everyone was scoring or selling some kind of dope. Phil didn’t care much for hash or coke, but was a considerable consumer of white cross tabs—amphetamines. Writing fuel. His need for speed was also a way to keep Sharon around, and keep an eye on her. Phil fancied himself her savior. Actually, Sharon was the one taking care of Phil. Someone had to.

Phil was prone to terrible bouts of depression and para-noia. He was also agoraphobic, and needed someone to drive him places, even to the grocery store or burger joint. But on such a starry night, Phil was happy for a change and focused on the possibility of making it with this young dark-haired girl.

<<< The actual discovery of the explosion is missing… plus this imported text needs punctuation correction…  Highly recommend getting the FREE sample from Amazon.com >>>

Phil collapsed in a heap on the living room floor, in the middle of the mess. ”Damn,” he sputtered. “I knew the sons of bitches were after me.”

He sat on the floor for hours, rocking back and forth, playing over in his mind theory after theory of who would go to such extremes to steal his writing. It was a carefully crafted, professionally executed explosion. Whoever did it knew to use heavy wet bath towels to muffle the sound and contain the contents.

The bastards. He hoped they got a soggy, illegible manuscript, and that maybe one of them had blown off a hand in the process. Eventually, he drifted off to sleep in his half-sitting, half-fetal position.

Okay, if you’re still reading…   here’s the end of the Prologue plus the famous  1974 Rolling Stone spread which did wonders in terms of publicity for Phil and his novels.

But by that time, his life had become much more complicated. There was a new kind of break-in. to worry about…  something had infiltrated Phil’s mind. A presence.a pink light.that he said beamed information to him.

Mental illness? Had Phil finally flipped out? When you claim that an info-firing pink beam is after you, your friends and fans get really worried. But in true Phil-form he could describe his fantastic vision in exquisite detail. He called it VALIS.the Vast Active Living Intelligence System.and wrote a novel about it.

One novel was not enough to explore his mysterious, mystical experiences. Philip K. Dick spent eight years and eight thousand pages of Exegesis (his private ponderings and speculations) about the events that began in the early 1970s. Phil obsessively searched for the source and true meaning of the revelations.

Were Russians beaming secret signals into space that Phil somehow intercepted? Did he receive alien transmissions? Was he channeling Bishop Pike? Or…

was VALIS actually God?