Sisters of House Black is the reason I refuse to watch movies
I watched Sisters of House Black the other day and was so mesmerized that I had to outline a novella that won’t be written this decade.
When I watched Sisters of House Black after I saw Morgan Ross of MovieFlame’s review, I thought I was getting an ultra-short film under 20 minutes long and I instead got a good 40 minutes of action. That, and while it wasn’t entirely canon, I was like, “You know, those were some damn good story arcs.”
I’m not handing out any spoilers because that’s not the point of this article. So watch the movie below and one that, apart from the unnecessary virtue signaling in the pinned comment that I didn’t catch until after I exited out of the full screen, was good. Too good, since it put my brain to work over the next 24 hours and made the creative juices flow.
Residual heat from Sisters of House Black
When you get such a good film regardless of whether it’s 100 percent canon is irrelevant. For fiction authors, it’s all about the inspiration flicks like this give you. And for me? I had to stop what I was doing three times yesterday just to gather a few thoughts before finally making an outline it partly inspired.
Surprisingly, I didn’t dive into the fantasy genre, but a crime thriller mixed with Mafia drama. Something reminiscent of Goodfellas, The Godfather, and The Sopranos. You can obviously see where I’m going here: Three sisters tied into a Mafia family, one of whom boasts power without restraint, the other loyal but lacking courage, and the third seeking freedom without protection.
“You think you can just walk out?”
“Yeah.”
“Stop. Both of you.”
“No. I want to hear this.”
“I’m not asking permission.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.”
Obviously, it ain’t gonna sound like a screenplay because I don’t do MFA garbage here, but you get the gist. We got extreme defiance on two sides of the equation, and one caught in the middle. And instead of dealing with wands, these girls are pulling out guns, ammo, and they may drag a few bodies with ’em as collateral damage.
The rare time a movie does a spell on me…
I stopped consuming most media in the post-2015 and definitely the post-2020 world because much of the woke cult had taken over the industry. Hell, one reason I write books is so I can avoid the intense virtue signaling and woke cultism that’s plagued the landscape for far too long.
But that ironically wasn’t the case regarding Sisters of House Black. They’re in the minority category. A category where the work was too good to not get something out of it as a dissenting creator who had to take an hour or so out of my day to create an outline. That’s exactly why I hate watching movies — some are just too good to ignore.
If you’re the kind of reader—or writer—who feels that spark when a story actually does something right, you’ll find a lot more of that inside The Rebel Lore Vault.
