Brian Domonic Muir, or Whatever Happened to the Guy Who Wrote "Critters?"

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Muir: "Don't Just Sit There, Write!"

If you're a fan of the Eighties cult classic, Critters, you might have wondered, "Whatever happened to Domonic Muir, the guy who wrote that flick?" This page was established to answer that question, and to shine a light on some of the work he's done since. Brian enjoyed early success but struggled in later years, partly out of a stubborn streak that involved turning down projects he deemed unworthy (to the bafflement of friends and colleagues). Cancer also plagued him more than half his life, knocking him down, but not out, twice before it finally claimed him in 2010 at age 48. Through it all -- the sometimes lean living, the cancer, the outsider's view that he was "a one-hit wonder" -- he kept writing, establishing himself in the 2000s as a mystery author with stories in well-known magazines Ellery Queen and Alfred Hitchcock. The motto, "Don't Just Sit There, Write!" appears on a pen tray that sat on his desk for many years.

Brian Muir and Me

Or, Who the Heck is Writing This Page?

Charles Muir, Brian's cousin and a serious-looking guyMy name is Charles Muir. I'm Brian's cousin. About the only thing we share in common are our surnames and the real estate on top of our heads. Oh, and writing. I've known Brian all my life, but never really got to know him until my dad died in 2001. Brian came home for the funeral, and shortly afterward sent me a letter. So I wrote him back, and a correspondence started. His writing advice has helped me publish a handful of stories in the small presses, primarily of a horror bent, including the short-lived but fun retro-pulp magazine The Willows, and Morpheus Tales. I also was fortunate enough to receive an honorable mention in the last edition of The Year's Best Fantasy and Horror. So: some small-press writing credits, his Christmas visits, a trip to Hawaii with the family (in which we discovered a mutual obsession with geckos fueled by Jim Beam), a decade of letters and emails, bad movie marathons and a portion of his will allowing me to handle his unpublished prose are all the qualifications I have for creating a page for Brian Domonic Muir.

All Right, So What's He Done Since?

That's easy. According to IMDB he worked on several Jet Li projects and two Garfield animated feature-length films (by the way, he is not the Brian Muir who sculpted the Darth Vader helmet). To pay the rent, he also cranked out scripts for an indie horror director under a pseudonym. In all, he penned or co-wrote under his own name probably over 30 scripts, all seeking the right folks to put them on the big screen. In script format he wrote about bounty-hunting Santa's elves, cowboys and spacemen and killer bugs on steroids contaminated by radiation from Chernobyl. In prose, he envisioned geriatric wolfmen, heroin mules on laxatives, the occasional apocalypse and modern-day treasure hunts based on the Pulp Era. He wrote piles of film reviews, from the "dude in his living room" tradition established on Amazon but with the expertise and insight of decades in the film business. Cancer? The genesis of Critters? He wrote about those also. As well as four novels, the last completed while he was struggling with a brain tumor. Among his Hollywood projects (that fell through) was a proposed television show with each episode penned by a different science fiction writer adapting a story by Philip K. Dick. The majority of this work remains to see the light of day -- I hope to publish as much of the prose as I can, hopefully through a traditional publisher (though I'm told it's tough to sell the work of a writer who isn't around to promote). The state of publishing is rapidly changing, and unfortunately, Brian died before he could get his bearings in this "Wild West" debated so passionately in the blogosphere. He did, however, live to see many short stories published (as I mentioned) in Ellery Queen and Alfred Hitchcock mystery magazines. His last published story, "Chemo Boy and the War Kittens" -- inspired by his own struggles with cancer -- hit newsstands shortly before his death.

Forrest. Emerald Forrest.

Most of Brian's published short fiction revolves around a female private eye set in his hometown in Portland, Oregon. Having lived in Portland all my life, I can say that despite his decades-long residency in Venice, California, he captures the weirdness of Portland wonderfully. Emerald Forrest is a sort of hot Philip Marlowe without the maudlin tendencies, fighting for the abused, from young women in the sex industry to tortoises. He wrote one novel about her as well, still seeking a publisher. It's called Dog Gone. Here is how he describes it:

"In Dog Gone, Emerald investigates two cases: tracking down the culprit who poisoned a police officer's beloved K-9, and searching for a high school pitcher's stolen prosthetic leg. These cases lead Emerald into Portland's dark alleyways and confrontations with an obsessed detective, a psychopathic drug mule, and a brutal Vietnamese street gang, ultimately forcing her to confront unresolved issues from her past in this 55,000 word adventure."

As the stories were published in Ellery Queen, they are "safe" for most readers. There is one, however, regarding a cat lady, that was deemed too "macabre" to appeal to that magazine's demographic and remains to be published...

Brian Domonic Muir: Dog Gone, But Not Forgotten

"A writer for film during the first two decades of his professional career (he worked with Roger Corman and wrote the script for the film Critters), he turned to prose fiction just six short years ago. In that time, he produced dozens of first-rate stories and two novels. I considered him one of EQMM's most promising newer writers and never expected to hear that this rising talent, still in his forties, was gone." -- Janet Hutchings, "From the Editor's Desk," Ellery Queen, www.themysteryplace.com/forum

Brian in a nutshell, then: Started making films -- and acting in them -- in his teens (above is a pic from a short called "Traffic Vigilantes" -- the buffest he ever got). Moved to Hollywood right out of high school and found success with Critters a few years later. He continued to work as a screenwriter for the next quarter-century, recently contributing to the acclaimed indie "neo-noir," Broke Sky. In that time he also launched a second career as a mystery author, breaking through Ellery Queen's slush pile with his first tale about a female private eye in about 2004.

For most of his life Brian continued writing in the face of his own mortality -- as does any writer -- but with the doctors' prophecy after his first recovery from cancer when he was not yet of drinking age in some states, "It will come back" floating around in the back of his brain.

At his funeral reception, ranged on tables, were Brian's Critters memorabilia and magazine covers alongside stacks and stacks of scripts, stories and novels he wasn't given the time on earth to get optioned or published. But while he lived he made good by the motto on his pen tray, "Don't Just Sit There, Write!"

So for anyone reading this page, I hope I've shed some light on "what happened to that guy who wrote Critters?" Hopefully, with all the works still waiting to thrill readers, there's more to happen yet.

Brian Domonic Muir on Amazon

There are four films in the Critters series. Brian had nothing to do with films 2-4.
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Hell Comes to Hollywood: An Anthology of Short Horror Fiction Set in Tinseltown
This collection of tales is written by industry professionals who know the blood, guts and screams behind the blood, guts and screams on the silver screen. The book is dedicated to Brian and features his story, "Not Elves," about an upright and courageous lawyer battling the forces of evil. A sign that Hell truly has frozen over . . . or . . .

COME TO HOLLYWOOD.

Coming to a theater -- or more likely a Kindle, Nook or brick-and-mortar bookstore -- near you.
Hemlock Books
Curious about the pseudonym Brian used to write those indie horror flicks? Go here.
From the Editor's Desk
What Janet Hutchings, Editor at Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine, had to say about Brian and other writers who died too young.
CrittersRehatched Message Board
Get news, resources and interaction with fellow fans of the evil space porcupines known as "Critters." In the Cast/Crew section, check out the thread "R.I.P. Brian Domonic Muir."
Brian Domonic Muir
I made a fan page for Brian on Facebook.
Misanthrope Press
This rising small-press publisher has created an anthology featuring Brian's first posthumously released short story. A collection of werewolf fiction.

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IFC Films Broke Sky
The indie "neo-noir" by cinematographer Thomas Callaway.
"Extraordinary Resolve: Six Months for the Rest of My Life," Bob Youngs
Gut-wrenching book by athlete and family man, Bob Youngs, who survived a horrific battle with leukemia.

Guestbook Comments

  • kimmanleyort Jul 20, 2011 @ 10:43 am | delete
    What a good writer you are and what a wonderful tribute to your cousin Brian. He lived quite the life, didn't he? You did answer the question, "What ever happened to the guy who wrote Critters?" Blessed.
  • chermu Jul 18, 2011 @ 2:46 pm | delete
    Charles, you done good! Love the picture of Brian and loved, loved, loved "Trafic Vigilanties".
  • guygilray Jul 17, 2011 @ 9:02 pm | delete
    Charles, awesome page for Brian! He would be proud. Love the addition of the "Traffic Vigilantes" photo - I think it was one of Brian's favorites. Keep up the good work.

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