Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Live Large, Live Long

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            As I’m sure most of you know, I got laid off a few months ago, back at the end of August.  At the time I thought it would be a great opportunity to take advantage of not having anything I had to do in order to do more of the things I wanted to do. 
            I thought that I could use the time spent writing – try to finish another novel, revive the blog, and “get shit done.”  What I didn’t realize, however, was that by staying at home I was basically shutting myself away from the very world I wanted to write about. 
            Now don’t get me wrong – I love my house (the new one, that is – our old apartment in Salem was…  Well, in Salem), but in staying home to write I was neglecting the most important part of writing – which is to live a life worth writing about.  I was afraid to leave the house because my unemployment benefits/insurance, being a finite amount, were going to dry up eventually, and I didn’t want to spend money that wasn’t, necessarily, going to be replenished.
            That was a mistake.
            Jump forward to today which started out with a massive depression kicking me in the teeth.  What caused it is unimportant, as it passed soon enough with the help of a good friend (who also happens to be a professional counselor), but I spent a little while beating myself up over a series of “If Only” thoughts.  If only X-Y-Z, then where would I be?  What would I be doing?  I spent too long a time staring at my computer wondering these things and letting it get the better of me until Jason called and set my head on straight again, so I was feeling better.
            Then I took up Ruth’s idea of hitting up a movie during the day while she was at work.
            As a quick aside here, I don’t even want to imagine where I’d be or what I’d be doing if I didn’t have Ruth.  It’s a cold, dark place without her and I’m fairly certain I’d be languishing in some self-made hell if I didn’t have her in my life making every day better.
            So Ruth, knowing me so well, let me know that she would not be upset if I went out and caught a movie during the day sometime, so I went to go see The Secret Life of Walter Mitty.
            It’s not the book, it’s not a remake of the Danny Kaye movie – it is its own thing and it was brilliant.  The movie was about an hour of incredible awesomeness, fifteen minutes of kinda crap, then another 45-minutes of amazing.  Seriously, go see it, I highly recommend it.
            Anyway, I came out of the movie feeling great again and more important than anything else it reminded me of a simple fact…
            The first and best reason to do something or go somewhere, is that you haven’t yet.
            When I went to Japan back in 2003 I spent the first month there paralyzed by fear and uncertainty.  It’s a very strange feeling to be somewhere wholly alien to you; where nothing is familiar and it makes it nearly impossible to find comfort.  You don’t know the words you overhear on the street, you don’t know how to read the signs and advertisements surrounding you, and IM chats on the computer are a distant second to actual human interaction.  I spent quite a lot of money going to the movies because they were comforting to me – they were something familiar that I could visit and feel like I’d found a piece of home.  There was only one other person I’d really connected with when I first arrived (another teacher) and he lived rather far away and I’m not very big on long phone calls, so I was very isolated.
            My sister, gods bless her, came to visit at one point as she was on her way to Taiwan or Singapore (I don’t remember where she was headed on that particular adventure of hers), and it really helped me out.  But as a veteran world traveler she helped get my head on straight and encouraged me to go exploring.
            That right there turned a nightmare trip that I was beginning to think was a huge mistake into one of the best times of my life.
            There’s a story in a Robert Fulghum book where he talks about the old-time pioneers and explorers and how, on the first night of any trip they would always camp out within easy distance of home.  This was done so that if they realized that they’d forgotten something or something broke or someone got sick early, they could easily get back and get it taken care of.  So it was with this mindset that I began to explore Japan.  From my front door, I’d turn left and walk a few blocks, check out the scenery, the landscape, the shops, and then I’d head back.  The next day I’d turn right and do the same.  The next day I’d do it again but maybe take a different route home.  So on and so forth until I could pretty much go anywhere and see or do anything with no fear of getting lost.  The times I did get lost were ever better, I found, because the fear and uncertainty was kind of a thrill.  I’d done it enough that I knew that I could get home eventually if I really needed to, so I might as well take advantage of the situation and really check things out and find something new.
            As I’ve gotten older I think I’ve lost some of that.  I’ve let the weight of the world push me down in a lot of ways and put the fear of “things that might be” inside my head which is silly – if something might happen, then there’s also a very very good chance it might not happen, so why worry about it anyway?
            Living here, close to Portland (easily one of my favorite cities on the planet), and surrounded by every bit of geography I could hope for, there’s literally no real reason I can think of not to explore and take advantage of it.  I’m married to the best traveling partner I could ever hope to have; who is equally adventurous and loves taking trips and quite often keeps me from rushing headlong into danger (often, but not always), so why the hell shouldn’t I go see the world I live in?
            22 days into the year might be a little too late to make a New Year’s Resolution, but I don’t care (this is my blog, after all, if you don’t like it go read someone else).  I thought long and hard about what to “resolve” this year and nothing had taken hold – not the usual “eat better” or “lose weight” or “get in shape” or any of the other self-serving masturbatory resolutions that so many people swear to themselves, but this one shines bright in my mind.
            Go more places.
            Do more stuff.
(And take more pictures – but that’s kind of a side-note to the first two)
            So that’s the plan.  For those of you who are already doing something similar, I thank you for the inspiration and hope you do even more.  For those of you who aren’t, do it.  Try it.  Start small and build up. 
            We’ve got one chance on this planet, and we all get the same amount of time here – you’ve got precisely one lifetime, so live it.
            I’m gonna go look some stuff up and make some plans for the rest of this week.  I’ll let you know how it goes...  After all, isn't that what blogs are for?   *grin*

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

A Response...

*Fair warning right here and now -- this entire post is heavily nerd-centric and deals with comic books and movies in its entirety.  Consider this your trigger-warning, nerd-alert, or whatever you wanna call it*

*Second warning - before reading this, you should probably go here and read it so you know what I'm responding to, exactly*

And now, on to the blog...


            My very dear friend Preston recently wrote a massive essay regarding the state of comic-book movies.  Focusing mostly on comics movies made within the past 13 years, he does touch on some of the early shining stars that helped give rise to today’s legitimacy of the super-hero genre, like 1978’s Superman and 1989’s Batman.  I’d recommend reading the essay, even if I weren’t about to disprove several of his points, because he obviously cares about what he’s writing about and he’s got some decent insights.
            However, as is often the problem with the folly of youth, he’s missed the mark on a few points, which I will illustrate and correct below.
            It’s not entirely Preston’s fault – as I said, he’s young.  As a fresh-faced 23 year-old just a year out of college he simply wasn’t alive for several failed attempts to make comics a viable multimedia market outside of the bookshelves.  Early TV shows like Wonder Woman, The Hulk, and the live-action Spider Man were groundbreaking in many ways for their time, but suffered from the society in which they were produced.  TV shows back in the 70’s were simply susceptible to too many guidelines and rules to be true to the comics.  The Hulk was the closest, and while Wonder Woman is remembered fondly for what it was, Bill Bixby and Lou Ferrigno enjoyed regular work as the character well into the 80’s through a series of poorly-produced, low-budget, made-for-TV movies.  So while there were more failures than successes, it’s important to remember that in the early years of comic-books-on-screen, DC dominated the theatres while Marvel ruled the airwaves.
Also, as an aside – the new Spider Man films don’t look very promising, they look terrible.  The acting is reminiscent of the Star Wars prequels, they completely missed the mark on the style and attitude of the central character, and the whole “missing father” storyline is from a point in the comics that is well after his origins and was never a part of the character’s foundation.  Sam Raimi got it 100% right in the Tobey Maguire films – the new Spider Man tries to take several different versions of the character across different storylines and alternate universes and amalgamate them into one character without realizing how those versions conflict with each other and so far they’ve only succeeded in making a mess of the character and his history that’s, quite frankly, embarrassing.
            Interestingly enough, that trend has seen a reversal of late with Marvel taking over the movie theatres while DC has established itself as the clear winner on the small-screen.  The poor performance of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., when measured against the tremendous success of Arrow and Smallville, and then coupled with the moderate success of, say, Birds of Prey, shows that DC is making great strides on television screens, and the rumors of the upcoming Flash and Streets of Gotham shows just cements their success.
            I did find it curious as to why one would think that Batman Begins is the superior entry in the Nolan trilogy when The Dark Knight is clearly the superior film; especially for most of the selfsame reasons quoted as to why Spider Man 2 was better than its predecessor. 
            Now at this point in his missive, I can’t disagree with Preston a whole lot about his postulations.  He makes some good points, but he’s leaving out quite a bit of information to support his assertions.  Why skip directly from Iron Man to The Avengers?  Every Marvel movie produced between those two was absolutely crucial to the creation of The Avengers and they all deserve equal mention in outlining exactly how Marvel’s oldest team of superheroes came to conquer the cinema.  Iron Man 2 added tremendous depth to the character and introduced the world (at large) to the Black Widow.  The Incredible Hulk was a wonderful apology for its predecessor and did everything right that Hulk got wrong.  Thor, while a bit heavy-handed and clunky with its “thrown in at the last second and rushed through to the point of incomprehension” love story still did a great job of defining the character for this day and age, not to mention introducing us all to both Hawkeye and the inescapable awesomeness of Tom Hiddleston as Loki.  Captain America, again, established the character and did a great job of incorporating emotional depth and conscience into a super-hero punch-‘em-up movie (and it has so far done the absolute best job of setting up its own sequel without actually letting anybody know that it did so (except the hardcore comics fans, of course, but what can I say?  We’re a smart bunch, us fanboys)).
            So while The Avengers did create the best superhero team-film, I think it’s a bit dismissive to say that that “what Avengers did more than anything is it showed how to make a team film in the best way.”  The Ocean’s Eleven series of films is arguably the best of any “team” film, for exactly the reasons you quoted for The Avengers – and they did it with double the cast.
            The next point to contend with is the assertion that Heath Ledger’s Joker was a poor “comic-book” Joker.  First off, you can’t split the character into two competing versions.  If you allow there to be a “movie” Joker and a “comic-book” Joker then you would have to allow the same for every character and then we’d just be stuck in an unholy mess that gives filmmakers leeway to freely tamper and re-interpret these characters as they see fit.  It’s this kind of storytelling and filmmaking that gave us movies like 47 Ronin and World War Z, which had pretty much nothing to do with the source material.
            That being said, Heath Ledger’s portrayal of The Joker is the ONLY true version, and every other actor who has ever attempted it has gotten it wrong.
            That’s not to say they’ve been bad – after all, Jack Nicholson totally stole the show back in ’89 when he put on the purple suit and tangoed with Michael Keaton, but it wasn’t fundamentally Joker.
            It’s an easy mistake to make, though, after all the Joker in comics is flamboyant and huge and goofy and extravagant, while Heath Ledger was more moderate and toned down (not to mention a good deal darker than what people typically think of when they read a Joker story).  But that’s exactly what it got right.  See, in order to even make a contention as to which Joker is better than the other you have to first understand what’s at the core of The Joker – which is simply chaos.  Joker is the perfect antithesis to Batman because while Batman is all about order (that’s why he’s “the world’s greatest detective,” not “the world’s greatest leg-breaker” or “the world’s greatest cock-puncher”), the Joker is all about breaking down that order and descending into madness and anarchy.  So all of the flamboyance you see in the comics; the elaborate schemes, the party favors, the wild-and-zany gadgets and gizmos – that’s all done in the name of sowing confusion and chaos, not showmanship.  So while Heath Ledger’s Joker was distinctly lacking in oversized mallets or pop-guns or poker-based scheming, he finally came through as the character he was at his core.  He even says it himself – “I am an agent of chaos.”  Plain and simple.
            Regarding the “worst of the worst” movies pointed out in the article, I’d agree with the inclusion of all three, but you’ve used the easy-answers here when there are far worse movies that could and/or should have been listed.  Don’t take the easy way out, you’re not in college anymore, make it stick and make it strong.
            For one thing, Arnold Schwarzenegger was entirely 100% wrong for Mr. Freeze.  I’m sure you have fond memories of watching this movie as a small child and thinking that he was cool (pun intended), but this is another one of those cases where the producers and directors desperately misunderstood the character and thus hoped that by cramming a big-name star into the role they could overcome their own inability to comprehend the role.  His performance was neither honest nor sincere, it was a paycheck.  Similarly, I’m pretty sure the rest of the cast was sleepwalking their way through the film out of some hidden obligation – maybe they lost a bet, maybe Satan called in his claim on their souls, whatever; whoever ate their Alpha-Bits and shit out a script did no favors to the cast or characters or source material.  Couple that with a psychotic director who, apparently, had never read a comic book in his life, much less a Batman comic, and you have a recipe for disaster from the get-go.  George Clooney was the only watchable thing in that entire movie because he’s simply just that talented.  He played one of the best Bruce Waynes in cinematic history, and under a better director with a decent script he could have been one of the greats.
            And while I don’t disagree that Fantastic Four was a bad movie, you weaken your own point by admitting that it’s a “mixed bag.”  If it’s bad enough to be on this list of yours, it shouldn’t have any redeeming qualities – a movie like Hulk (which I’ve talked about already), or The Punisher: War Zone, The Punisher (Dolph Lundgren’s version), or Spider Man 3.
            I was surprised, though, that you’re actually the second person I’ve seen pulling the race card on Jessica Alba to denounce her in the role of Sue Storm.  Maybe I need new glasses or something, but her Latino genetics weren’t apparent anywhere at any time on screen.  Again, maybe it’s just me – but I’ve never considered The Invisible Woman as some Aryan poster-girl for white supremacy with platinum-blonde hair and porcelain skin.  She was just another white girl, and until someone pointed it out to me I wasn’t even aware that Jessica Alba was supposed to be classified as Latino. 
            That being said, her acting was fine.  She was easily as good as Michael Chiklis or Chris Evans.
            Michael Shannon, however, was a different Zod for a different time.  If you read any of his appearances throughout the Superman universe in comics over the last decade or so, you’ll see that DC has adapted the character to the modern-age and made him more of the soldier than simply the leader.  He’s a boots-on-the-ground kinda leader, and one who actually cares about his troops in his zealotry, which makes it very easy to accept his actions in Man of Steel.  Then again, Man of Steel had so many other problems (more on that later) that it’s really impossible to pin the failings of that movie solely upon his head.
            Okay, now we have a real issue with your “Underrated Movies” section.  First off, Hulk was not underrated.  It was a terrible, terrible film throughout and I think you’re confusing shoddy storytelling and confusing narrative with “a cerebral story that shows the struggle of the Hulk and makes you feel the pain and anger that Bruce has and where it comes from.”  The only thing cerebral about that movie was the collective consciousness of audiences worldwide who watched it and thought “What the fuck is this shit?” and the pain and anger came from that self-same audience wondering if their money wouldn’t have been better spent getting a back-alley amateur colonoscopy. 
            I agree that Daredevil was highly underrated, however, but Elektra is, at worst, forgettable.  I don’t think she actively detracted from the film at all, but she really didn’t contribute much (if anything) at all.  What that film did so well (and also probably alienated the majority of the audience who don’t know any better) was capture the non-stop shit-storm that is Matt Murdock’s life.  As a now-regular reader of Daredevil (and long-time fan of Frank Miller’s work with the character), the compelling element of Daredevil stories is the fact that pretty much NOTHING goes right for him.  His life sucks, he’s always about a second away from going completely broke, he gets his ass kicked early and often throughout his adventures, and he’s forever teetering on the edge of utter failure…and yet he never stops, never gives up, and never backs down.  With Daredevil you have a character who’s sheer spirit and indomitability is what makes him a hero, while the super-powers are just so much set-dressing.
            On a personal note – thank you for being 100% correct about Superman Returns.  That being said, I disagree with your earlier statement that “you cannot compare any modern portrayal of the character because Christopher Reeve did it right the first time.”  Brandon Routh absolutely did it right, and I support that statement by virtue of the fact that Christopher Reeve and his widow both TOLD HIM SO.
            At this point I must applaud you for your bold willingness to assert that pretty much everybody on the planet has been pissing you off lately, as your list of Comic Fans, Movie Fans, Actors and Directors, and Writers and Artists pretty much encapsulates all of humanity.  Although I did enjoy the delicious irony of you condemning all of these groups and then immediately showing your hand as one of them in your condemnation of Gal Gadot as Wonder Woman.  You did do that on purpose, didn’t you?
            Speaking of which, I would like to point out a few things: 
·      Christopher Reeve was a medium-build (at best) soap opera and romance-movie actor when he was cast as Superman
·      Tobey Maguire was the scrawny, big-screen equivalent of the Squeaky-Voiced Teen from The Simpsons when he was cast as Spider Man
·      Heath Ledger was an Australian soap-opera star and pretty-boy surfer-dude when he was cast as The Joker
·      Michael Keaton was a half-midget comedic actor when he was cast as Batman
Your own condemnation of Gal Gadot as Wonder Woman is hypocritical short-sightedness, especially when you immediately go on to say that Marvel “gets it right” simply because they’ve cast actors you, personally, enjoy in their movies.  You just got done decrying the fanboys who are blindly excited at the prospect of Wonder Woman in a film simply because it’s Wonder Woman, and now you’re saying Marvel movies are inherently better simply because they cast actors you like?  Dude…
             Ultimately you scratch the surface of the issue in making the assertion that superhero movies have to be more than just guys in suits punching things, but it’s never as simple as it seems.  Remember that Hollywood is a money-making machine first and foremost, with art and creativity and story and character all falling well short of “can it turn a profit” on the list of reasons to make a movie.  When you have a director like Jon Favreau or Bryan Singer or Christopher Nolan who understand the characters and stories as well as how to make a movie you get box-office gold that gets the fanboys wet while still drawing a crowd.  You need a production team that knows how to put the thought-bubbles and narrative-text-boxes from the page to the screen without being overt or corny about it *cough* ANG LEE – HULK *cough*.  Not that it’s entirely the production-team’s fault – Eric Bana can’t hold a candle to Ed Norton, but combining a mediocre actor with a bad script and poor directing produces a perfect storm of atrocity that is terrible to anybody and everybody who might be your potential audience. 
            What we ultimately need is more movies that understand the source material.  The reason why the Marvel movies have all worked so well is because they captured the fun elements of the books, along with the darker, more serious elements, and wove them all together into a rich tapestry of storytelling that just works.  Batman, by contrast, is not a fun book.  It’s dark and gritty and while there are fun and funny moments, it’s not the kind of thing you read to get a laugh and feel uplifted at the end of the day – and that’s why Chris Nolan’s interpretation of it worked so well.  Conversely, you’re absolutely right that Superman is a shining beacon of hope, truth, and justice and Zack Snyder’s interpretation, while interesting, was not Superman.  With one snapped neck he single-handedly destroyed the character and turned a Superman movie into something else entirely.  At that point you may as well have just called it “Superguy” or “Ultra-Dude” because it wasn’t Superman anymore.  At all.
            But don’t worry about beating up on Superman – he can take it, you can’t hurt him anyway.  *grin*
           

Monday, January 13, 2014

Killing Your Babies


            Relax – I don’t mean it THAT way…
            So I’ve hit several walls recently – a combination of writer’s block and joblessness has largely rendered me linguistically impotent to the point where my goal of updating this blog just once a week seemed absurd.  I’d reached a point where I was asking myself “Why should I say anything?  What do I have to say that’s worth reading?  Who’s life am I going to make better just by pooping onto a keyboard and clicking ‘update?’”
            And then I realized that I don’t have to say anything important at all.
            And here I am, writing again.
            In Stephen King’s On Writing he talks about how he hit a wall when writing The Stand – he was several hundreds of pages into it and he wrote himself into a corner.  Quite understandable, of course, when you’re writing something that’s both bigger and better than the bible, but, perhaps unsurprisingly, he cheated his way out of his writer’s block much in the same way.
            He simply had the hand of god come down and wipe out a good chunk of the population of his book, too.
            Now I’m not saying that I’m going to do anything quite so extreme here – after all, since this is a blog if I were to kill off any of my cast of characters I’d have to slit my own wrists – but the idea helped me overcome a massive roadblock that was holding up progress on my latest novel (Permits Pending (that’s the name of the book) – coming soon to a bookstore or website near you!).  It was actually connecting two thoughts that did it; one being King’s call to “Kill your babies” and the other being Elmore Leonard’s advice to “Leave out the parts that readers tend to skip.”
            And then I knew exactly what I had to do to move on.
            So while it hurt to do so, I deleted three pages worth of work and suddenly had an open road before me.
            And once I’d done that, almost as if a dam had broken loose in my brain, I had several ideas of things I could write about in here.  Hell, I even tweeted something (please don’t ask for my Twitter handle right now – I’m still figuring out how to “make it work for me”).
            So today I present this to you all, my faithful readers and first-time viewers; when the world seems to be jamming up at loggerheads and you’re being buffeted and beat to shit on all sides and you don’t know which way to go or what to do, instead of doing more, do less.
            Get out.
            Go away.
            Turn things off.
            Get rid of things.
            I know this sounds like rote advice that you’ve probably heard before, but remember – this isn’t one of those zen “do nothing and let the problems of the world flow and wash over you and away from you,” this is different.  This is “remove shit from the equation, even important stuff that you think you just can’t live without, and see if that clears your head and your path.”
            Try it.  Even if it doesn’t work, at least you’ll have that much less baggage you’re toting around with you, and that alone will make your life easier.
            Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some work to get done.