Star Trek: Into Darkness Trailer

It opens: “You think your world is safe.”

That should be epic! But I’ve heard it so much lately, it holds the same weight as, “Aw, we’re out of milk.”

I enjoyed the first (new) Star Trek. It felt like a risk. I felt like anything could happen in that movie/universe and there would be some way to explain it while also thoroughly entertaining/ thrilling. Of course it followed a formula, but it was a universe I didn’t know. Yet with the sequel, we get Star Fleet vs terrorists. Throw in some John Mcclain and I’m onboard. I don’t think my world is safe. How could I with every movie telling me it’s not!

This teaser just reminds me of every single movie in which a larger than life nemesis threatens “our world.” Now I don’t know what is going to happen in this movie, but I can guess that we will have to watch faceless people suffer for an hour and a half before Kirk & Co. amazingly manage to turn the tide. Those poor weak faceless people who can’t do anything without their heroes. Wait a second…THAT’S ME! I remember the last time I felt like humanity was nothing more than sheep that need saving; The Avengers. I give it a day before someone cuts the VO from this trailer into the Avengers trailer – or vice versa.

I wrote a bit about the escalation in film; how the need to constantly “out do” the last movies major set pieces will ultimately exhaust the audience. You can only destroy the world so many times before it stops having meaning. Obviously, that critique is a little premature for Star Trek: Into Darkness. It’s a huge movie and it needs to feel that way! I am just hoping the personal stories aren’t forgotten and give the threats a little more weight.

Now, who is going to thank Nolan for the direction film is going while we anticipate Star Trek: Skyfall Into Dark Knight Rises.

 

(It should have ended with someone saying, “Set phasers to…kill.” DunDunDun!!!!!)

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Favorite Things: Spy (It’s a show – on Hulu)

Several months ago (or maybe years – I’ve lost track of time) I was sitting at on a rainy day…or, maybe it wasn’t a rainy day. While I can’t recall the day on which I first watched Spy, I do remember that I loved it enough to watch every single episode in one sitting. (At the time, there were really only six episodes, 20 minutes each – but that is still a lot for a spontaneous time commitment.)

The story behind Spy is not really extraordinary. A deadbeat dad goes out for a new job in hopes of impressing his son only to accidentally end up with an impressive job in MI5. Of course because it’s secret service, he can’t tell anyone about this new job. Like I said, it’s not particularly new. The real magic comes from the cast, writing and direction. The people behind this show have taken the tired premise of “the accidental spy” and made it their own. In the process, they have made something hilarious. It’s a little bit Archer, a little bit Chuck, and even a little bit Arrested Development.

I must admit, it may take more than one episode to get into it (as most pilots kinda suck) but once you get a feel for the characters, it really is just fun to watch as see what happens. The second season has appeared on Hulu recently and, after watching them all in one sitting I can easily say that each episode gets better than the last.  (There are only five episodes, 20 minutes each – again, not that big of a deal)

If this doesn’t get Americanized I will be impressed. Watch it now and say you knew Spy before it was cool to know Spy. (Update: While looking for a picture to stick into this post – because people love pictures – I learned that the American version is already on its way.)

You can watch the whole series over on Hulu.com but I’ve included an excerpt below to help you get a taste. Watch out for “The Examiner,” easily one of my favorite characters of any series; he is the guy with the throwing star.

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10 Years later – Musings on a Class Reunion

I fully intend for whatever is written below to be overly sentimental; ideally gushing with deliberate and sappy refection on MY life as well as YOUR life (if you graduated in the same high school class with me which is admittedly a pretty small group of people, though it could apply to anyone in the mood for self-reflection and introspection.) Also, none of this is new or original.

My high school reunion is today. It takes place in my home town, where I had spent the majority of my life; a small mining town in Arizona on the constant brink of ruin, kept alive by the copper lacing the earth…and a Wal-Mart (which is technically in the town over but who is really judging.) I haven’t been home in over a year which isn’t unusual for people my age trying to make their way in the world. Ten years ago, I was certain I’d laugh at the thought of going to high school reunion. Ten years ago, absence would have been a choice. But ten years later, I won’t be attending the class reunion not by choice, but because geography gets in the way.

Ten years ago (swear I won’t say that anymore,) I would have never expected I’d be living in Los Angeles working to make television for… someone (honestly, I have never met anyone that has watched one of my shows.) It can be extremely stressful but it can be fun when you know you’ve got an episode right. It takes A LOT of time. I track my life by the deadlines on my calendar. On Tuesday, I have a cut going to the network with notes coming back on Friday, which will need to be addressed by the following Tuesday. Within one sentence I’ve already burned through a week of my life (7 days [168 hours {lots of minutes.}]) A lot should happen in a week.

Ten years later you look back on your life and realize it resembles a photo album, only sparsely filled with blurry photos you have to study intensely to identify how they fit into your life. Then you get a Facebook invite to your class reunion. You click on it because it obviously has to be some sort of a joke. Not only are you impressed that anyone from your class took the initiative to put it together (thanks Jennifer,) but you’re taken back by the images of people who you swear you recognize. There is that guy that always came across as a little bit douchie. He looks like someone you would want to hang out with now. Is that the friend that you used to play Sega Genesis with? He’s a fucking MMA fighter! (bad ass, Daniel.) There’s that kid you made fun of (wow I was a dick.) Wait…is that…the girl you had a crush on in 7th grade? She’s fat now, has a husband and two kids and is more beautiful than ever.

It hits like an invite to a class reunion, a lot HAS happened in a week, every week for ten years. I find myself wanting to sit down with each of you and hear your stories. What led you to where you are? Where were your turning points. How did you meet him? You’re kid ate what?!

More than anything I want to be able to express my pride in everything you have accomplished. We are raised to believe that we need to go out and change the world. That is a lot of pressure for a bunch of kids from a small mining town in Arizona. But as I cheerfully Facebook stalk you all, I realize that you did it, one world at a time. Color me impressed. It turns out that you’ve been pretty successfully making your way in this world.

I think to the cynical, class reunions are viewed as a way to measure yourself against the people with whom you grew up. Course, that would require everyone agree on the same definition of success. Personally, I think the most apt way to judge a life is by the people that surround that life. On this front I can most certainly say I am jealous of the 2002 high school class of that small mining town in Arizona.

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The Perilous Handshake

Meeting new people often requires a handshake.  I just started a new job a week ago. One week prior, I busted my right hand up pretty good. I went to the doctor. It didn’t look broken; but it felt broken. To this day it still hurts. So! Here are the elements in play. The first week at a new office with a lot of new people and a hand that isn’t worth a damn. Awkward times – here we come!

The handshake is given undue weight in a greeting. Words will be said. Judgments will be made. But the handshake is the moment in which two new people, who know absolutely nothing about each other – touch? What the hell! Who made this up? Actually, to some degree, the touching is kind of poetic and filled with symbolism fitting for a greeting. What we really do is grasp a body part, squeeze, and take that body part for a ride up and down and up and down (any more or less –  you are doing it wrong.)  My theory is that the handshake is designed to weed out the weak. Last week I was very weak.

Have you ever rejected a person’s handshake? There really isn’t a simple way to do it. Their hand will be hanging there in space and time while the world around you slows to a crawl.  A handshake is preordained. It is something born from circumstance. If you are new, the hand shake cannot be avoided. But you can try.

Here are a few options I’ve come up with:

  1. Throw both hands in the air and say, “Whoa, moving a little fast don’t you think.”
  2. “Sorry, I forgot to wash my hands after going to the bathroom… earlier.”
  3. Wave and say “Hi,” ignoring the fact that they are holding their hand out.
  4. Throw out the left hand, then the right, then the left and say, “which will it be, you got to guess.” When they pick, say, “Aw you guessed wrong, no handshake for you.”
  5. You can say, “No no, none of that nonsense, I’m a huggin’ man!” Then either hug them, or just stand there and stare.

All of the above options are great. My problem was that I didn’t think of them until after my first week at work. My solution, it was really quite ingenious, was to ignore the pain and shake the hands. It turns out that such an extreme amount of pain shuts the brain down.  This is not necessarily the desired outcome in a first time greeting. The dialogue just kinda dies.

That week I met a lot of people. I could shake about one hand a day. The moment the shaker squeeeeeeeezed my hand my entire arm would jerk away. It is a reflex to pain. I couldn’t stop it. To counter act this embarrassing twitch, I would thrust my right shoulder inward while trying to disguise it with a downward swoop; mimicking some sort of Street Fighter fireball move that involves a half circle swoosh towards the enemy. The outcome was probably worse than it sounds.

To make matters worse, my speech would drop out and any words I might be saying would be replaced with a high shriek. Alarmingly, none of this was acknowledged by the shaker because commenting on a weak or strange handshake is almost taboo. I have never heard anyone say, “Wow, what a pathetic handshake.” That is, of course, ruling out the uncles, fathers, and grandfathers that teach us all that, “a good firm handshake” …means something. Curse them and their foolish lessons.

I found myself going out-of-the-way to avoid shaking hands with people. I would pretend I already met people I hadn’t. I avoided meetings. I bought a wrap for my hand but the compression only made it feel worse. My ultimate conclusion was to deal with the awkwardness by throwing out my left hand before the supposed shaker could establish the rules of the shake. This was always met with extreme confusion as the shaker would try to adapt without knowing why they should. To my dismay, the rules of the shake are ingrained in our very being – right hand no matter what.

This all climaxed as I went into a meeting with the owners of the company, whose hands I had not yet shaken. I was prepared. It had been a few days since my last handshake and my hand was getting better. I was on the top of my game. As we waiting outside their office for a previous meeting to wrap up, two other gentlemen joined us. “Have you met (this guy) yet?” I was asked. “Oh, I don’t know maybe, I have met a lot of people this last week.” He assured me we had not met and thrust his right hand out towards me. The gauntlet had been thrown. He had a mighty grasp. My hand jerked away and I tried to disguise it. His face said it all. I had failed.

Then I was introduced to the next guy. I could either explain the pain the first man put me through or eek out another handshake… so I did. “It’s good to meet you,” he said. I responded,”Good!… Good to meet me.” My brain shut down. Two in a row! Crushing. We filtered into the office where I tried to shrink into the couch. Several others had joined the meeting – all people I had not met! The office was a war zone with the opposing force  waiting for the declaration to attack. But, it never came.  It seemed I had gotten past the introductions unscathed until -

“Have you met Kyle?”

“Why no, I haven’t. Nice to meet you Kyle”

The owner of the company thrust his hand towards me. Any other day I would have reveled in the attention. I had a decision to make. In this room of strangers, sitting next to the previous shakers whom has left me debilitated, and pressured by custom – what would I do?

I grabbed his right hand awkwardly with an upside down left hand and I shook my heart out. I was going to give his right hand a ride it would never forget. He stared at me. While he tried to figure out what had just happened,  I explained that I hurt my hand a week back and only really get one or two handshakes in before I can’t handle anymore. I had spent those handshakes on the fine gentlemen sitting next to me and will therefore be shaking with the left hand for the rest of the day.

The owner did his best to brush off the absurdity and explained that he was actually left-handed and never really thought about, no matter who you are, you always shake with your right hand. We all had a quick laugh and carried on with the meeting.

Moral of the story: The world is an unfair place if you are left-handed.

 

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The Future: Are we there yet?

I am sorry for the extended absence. Honestly, I just got burned out with the number of projects I had been tackling and… spelling. In depth critiques are exhausting. Or, I should say, the need to present an opinion with the evidence to hopefully be taken as more than mere opinion is exhausting. Therefore, there have been few reviews. Instead I have spent my time starting a new job and thinking about where humanity is going.

I was watching Modern Family tonight on Hulu when I was stopped by the requisite two commercials (it used to be one.) The first was for Audi. It spoke hyperbolically about progress and technology and humanity. It spoke of how far we’ve come and how far we will go. In fact, I didn’t know it was a car commercial until the logo popped up. Of course, now I need to buy a new car but that’s not the focus.

The technology featured as proof of how amazing humans are: tablets, LEDs, diagrams of gears and talk of ultra-lightweight ultra-strong materials; it all would have blown people’s minds 20 years ago. The tech even appeared to be ahead of what we have widely available today, but I simply glazed over; desensitized. With the constant march of progress, every new thing is starting to feel…old.

With all we have created as a race of supposed geniuses, and all we will eventually do, I cannot say we are better for it. The fear that the next guy will discover the next big thing before us, and subsequently make billions of dollars, keeps us searching for the next big thing without ever asking if we really need it. For every new thing we uncover, it seems there are five more problems uncovered as well. To be clear, I am not talking about expansion or exploration, I am speaking purely of the stuff with which we surround ourselves in our little circles of influence. The things with which we kill our time.

This is an old idea; a fact that makes it all the more clear the world will change regardless of what anybody thinks. Things will always BE different, that is certain, even if it all feels the same. Still, I can’t help but miss a time when life was less complicated, when stories were told because they were different instead of because they are the same, when truth was judged by the tone of the voice rather than the length of the text, when I was a child with an imagination to rival God. I just question if we can accurately call it progress or is this just the slow unavoidable crawl to the end.

I guess what I am saying is… what if we just took a break. It goes against human nature but what if everyone just let it all go for a little while, sat down, and had tea while listening to the birds and the children and the ocean and the rain. What if we stopped trying to one-up the next guy and just said, “Hello.” Is that more true than the lives of artificiality we actively seek? Or, would I be writing about the stagnation of humanity and the need for an unrelenting march towards… friend requests, 4g, and FarmVille.

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Away

Gone Fishin’

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Our Idiot Brother (Review)

 

Our Idiot Brother is a small movie though you won’t be able to tell from the cast: Paul Rudd, Zooey Deschanel, Elizabeth Banks, Emily Mortimer, Adam Scott, Rashida Jones, and Steve Coogan. Yet the movie came and went without so much as a whisper. In fact, I only found out about it from…well I don’t remember where. I do know I saw the trailer and thought it looked like a happy uplifting movie with a positive message. I wanted a positive message. I needed it. Well good news! The movie does indeed have a positive message. It just doesn’t deliver it well. In fact, I’m still trying to figure out what I watched but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t all that happy or uplifting.

I think Our Idiot Brother is billed as a comedy. Comedy is a hard genre to nail. What is funny to one person may not translate to another. Even at this point, I am not entirely sure if Our Idiot Brother is even intended to be funny or if the jokes just didn’t land. Stuff happens. I think said stuff is supposed to be humorous but I found my eyes darting back and forth waiting for the punchline. Only it never came.

So, Our Idiot Brother is not really a comedy per se; it’s just not very funny. Now that isn’t a criticism on its own. There Will Be Blood isn’t funny either but I believe that is a fine movie. However, you do not expect to laugh when you watch the trailer of There Will Be Blood (although you might.) Our Idiot Brother could have easily suffered for the marketing, the fact that Paul Rudd is generally in comedies, or the lack of a clear identity. Even with all that against it, Our Idiot Brother could still be a good movie. So is it?

 

The story follows one brother playing the role of a hot potato as three self-centered sisters pass him off after he negatively impacts their lives. The real juice of the story comes about in the sisters dealings with others in their lives. The problem is it’s hard to cheer for any of these women. They make their bed of nails and then complain about it and blame others when they have to go to sleep. In fact, most of the side characters are jerks as well. This movie, in the sense, is about jerks being jerks to each other with a bunch of crappy moderately outcomes.

You need someone in which to invest yourself. That is clearly supposed to be Ned; the idiot brother. The problem is that he doesn’t have a dramatic arc. He is simply there as the stimulus by which everyone else’s sins are outted. Ned stays the same from beginning to end. What you’re left with is akin to listening to a story about a bunch of people you don’t know or care about. You may feign an emotional reaction but…you really don’t care.

By the start of the third act I was ready for Ned to open his eyes and prove to everyone that he wasn’t an idiot. I was waiting for the moment when he slapped them all and said, “Stop being a crappy person, stop blaming me for the problems you created, stop evading your issues and grow the F up!” That didn’t happen. But he did scream at them for messing up a lovely game of charades. His emotional outbreak comes for the wrong reason; a reason unbeknownst to the sisters. Therefore, it has little weight on any actual character growth. Yet, in the last moments of the film, everyone has grown from, I guess, Ned’s example or something.

It’s all buttoned up nice and neat because that’s what is supposed to happen at the end of movies. Only in Our Idiot Brother, it happens without seeing any actual character growth anywhere. As far as I am concerned, these three women still kinda suck but their lives are going to get better only because that is what’s written. The only meaningful change is that, by the end, Ned has his dog back. Great. A happy ending.

 

Everything else in the movie is perfectly serviceable. The cinematography, lighting, sound…it all functions the way it should but doesn’t do much else. It’s as if the whole movie production was on rail. Everyone shows up, does their job, and by the end they have a movie. That is what this is; a movie. It’s not really good or completely bad. It’s just…bla. In fact, I don’t really feel anything for it. This is the hardest review I have ever written because I just don’t care. In fact, after watching the trailer again, I do believe some of those scenes were cut from the original film. The trailer seems to contain more complete movie than the actual movie.

Did I regret my time watching Our Idiot Brother? Not really, I think; but time has a way of weighing on opinion. Would I recommend it to anyone? No. I would not. I know it has an audience. I know there are people out there who could enjoy this movie. I just don’t know who that is. I don’t even think the creative minds behind the movie know the answer to that question. If nothing else, Our Idiot Brother is a movie, but only in the most literal sense.

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Favorite Things: People Unabashedly Singing in Public

This is an easy one. I was walking home from my favorite dinner when this girl walks up past me listening to music and singing her heart out. It’s not obnoxious. She isn’t trying to get people’s attention. She is just walking and singing and in a matter of minutes she was gone. I can only assume, she is so into that music and has so much happiness and life in her that social stigmas cannot keep it in. Those people are good for this world. Thank you happy singing lady.

Of course there are limitations. If we were standing in the grocery line the entire store would need to break out into song or it would probably just be annoying. She was also considerate with her volume. I didn’t hear it once she passed, she was really just singing to herself. Also, the vulgarity of the songs must be taken into account these days. I’m sure we’ve all been in that situation where you are saying something inappropriate for children and then you turn around to see…a preschool class out for recess. For this young lady, these limitations were a non issue. She’ll never know how it made me smile.

 

In other news, a bird also pooped on me. That did not make me smile.

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The Thing (2011)(Review)

Not My Thing!

I remember when I first saw, John Carpenter’s The Thing. I was younger than I am now but not really a child. It was a defining moment in my life as far as creature features go. Now, I know it isn’t a flawless movie but I really liked it. I remember thinking, “Those effects are amazing. It’s as if that “thing” is actually real. It’s so ambiguous yet it embodies real space in the physical world. It is dangerous. It is disgusting. It is remarkable. It must be destroyed. BUT I don’t want to see it go. I don’t want these moments to end. It is too beautiful.” I was of course thinking about Kurt Russell’s Hat. The Hat did not make an appearance in the prequel/remake/reboot tHat is The Thing (2011) therefore I had none of those feelings. 

The Thing 2011 is a strange bird. It doesn’t really have any reason to exist. Just like the title character, The Thing 2011 aims to absorb key characteristics of the original then parade around as a less good copy. It’s too much of a coincidence to not be intentional on the creative teams part but a clever idea doesn’t make a good one and The Thing 2011 can’t stand on its own CG jelly legs. Just like the human copies in the movies, The Thing 2011 eventually breaks down into a sloppy, withering, computer generated mess mess. Yes yes, a mess mess.

Kill the Original

TheThing2011 takes place prior to the events in John Carpenter’s The Thing and leads right up to the beginning of the original. The original has several “wHat the hell happened here” scenes. When Kurt Russell’s Hat arrives at the Norwegian camp, it finds the place is in ruins, a charred grossly disfigured body, a man frozen post suicide, and a giant hollowed out block of ice. These scenes in the original are incredibly important. Just as the Space Jockey does in Alien, these scenes give the movie a “larger than earth” feel, they allude to the thrills to come, and they are as equally ambiguous as the creature itself.

This ambiguity is wHat makes the creature so terrifying; an ambiguous background doubly so. We humans fear wHat we can’t classify. When Kurt Russell’s Hat leaves tHat camp it can only be thinking one thing,” wHat the hell happened here.” Here is the thing. The original movie answer tHat question thoroughly albeit not literally.

TheThing2011 labored intensively to address those ambiguities and remove any mystery involved. THat grossly disfigured body? It’s really just two annoying dudes in the middle of body osmosis. The frozen suicide? THat was another annoying dude tHat killed himself pretty much after the threat was gone. Unfortunately, we are simply given a shot of him frozen post suicide. It’s a shame. That might have been an excellent source of tension. I can imagine him with the blade at his wrists, afraid to do the deed, but after hearing the sound of another human being coming around the corner and believing it to be the monster, he starts hacking away only to realize tHat it was a friend.

Original's Ice Block - What Could it Mean?

Then there is the giant block of ice. When watching John Carpenter’s The Thing, we know the monster was frozen in tHat ice. We guess at its size. At the way it looks. WHat kind of creepy and unique features would it have and how would those features logically work. Our imaginations run wild. THat is a question tHat not even the original answered. I admit I wanted to know wHat the thing looked like. Now I have an idea. It kind of looked like a crab or some type of crustacean thingy, I guess. A big roach? I don’t know. You don’t really get a good look at it. It was just enough to ruin the imagined design but without actually giving you a solid view.

A question left unanswered by the original is of the creatures origins. Simple, it’s an alien. It landed on earth with its impressively large yet unoriginal spaceship. It’s hard to imagine the Thing walking around its space ship before it landed in Antarctica, wiping off the table in its mess hall, attending to the air ducts and wHatnot. The writers allude the ship actually belonging to a different race. They allude to the landing as an emergency to get away from the body copying thing. I like tHat but it’s so barely mentioned tHat I am not even sure if I made tHat up or if it was actually hinted. Regardless, we’re really just ripping off Alien at tHat point.

 

Absorb Key Characteristics

In all seriousness, John Carpenter’s The Thing has two great things going for it: The creature effects and the trust-no-one storyline. Thing2011 does indeed try to absorb those two attributes. Some might argue tHat it couldn’t be a “Thing” movie without those characteristics. I disagree and those people can call me if they want to talk about it.

Thing2011 does absorb a couple other things as well. You have the Kurt Russell character. Don’t get excited, he doesn’t have the Hat. In the Hats place is a tiny gold earring; similarly weird but it’s just not the same. Actually, it feels like most of the cast has its double in the prequel.

Obviously the setting is similar. Antarctica is a must but the camp feels like a carbon copy of the originals. My guess is tHat there is simply one manufacturer of Antarctica bunkers and, therefore, they should all look similar. I buy tHat. My problem is tHat a lot of the action in this movie takes place in the hallways as it did in the original. In fact, if someone didn’t know better, they may walk in while you are watching Thing2011 and think you are watching John Carpenter’s The Thing. WHat I’m getting at is it feels like the same movie (see section heading.)

The similarities don’t stop there. In both movies a storm is coming.  In both, the protagonist develops a test to decipher who is masquerading as the thing. Flamethrowers are abundant. They both end out in the snow in a blaze of fire. There are enough characteristics of the original absorbed into the prequel to have me wondering if it was supposed to be some sort of reboot/ remake. I am still not totally sure.

 

Parade About

I once read tHat Steven Spielberg joked about going back to practical effects for the new Indiana Jones but then decided it would be stupid to throw away years of technological advancement in effects. We all know how tHat turned out. The outcome is largely the same in Thing11. The creature effects are some of the worst I have seen in a while. The monsters often look like they are missing a few shaders or lighting details. They just look incomplete. This pulls the viewer out of the movie like a barrel of monkey’s swinging on vines…with Shia Labeouf.

For the time, the effects in John Carpenter’s The Thing were remarkable but they may not hold up today, however, they might! The creature design was logical and interesting and the stop motion was serviceable all culminating into an epic climax. Thing11′sspecial effects were behind the times before the movie was released and the character design is largely uninteresting or logical, which is a problem when the story is about a creature that adapts to survive.  This is a huge problem when the idea of a shiny cartoon monster pulls you straight out of the film you are watching and tHat monster is the source of ALL tension. I found myself bored. I wasn’t engaged. I simply didn’t believe the characters were in any real danger.

Creature design for Thing 2011

Creature design from John Carpenter's The Thing

The “Trust No One” storyline was maintained from the original as well. Ever wonder why James Cameron went a different route with Aliens? Probably because doing the same thing Ridley Scott did would force comparisons and as the second movie, he would have simply been second to the party, less original, and less engaging. The tension between the characters feels like a poor imitation of the original. It has a sort of “me-to” quality but without adding to or even really successfully portraying the said tension from the original. I’m not totally sure why it seems this way; be it the language barrier blocking subtle emotion just a lack of compelling characters.

Thing11’s status as a sad imitation becomes the most apparent when the main character devises a test to figure out who is not human. The original did this with a cinematic draw of blood from each of the characters. Then, Kurt Russell’s Hat would stick a hot piece of metal into the blood and, if infected, it would react wildly spurring the infected man into defensive action. A dramatic battle would ensue, everyone would reel at the sight of their newly disfigured friend. When it was over they would go back to the test. It was an interesting and visual way to flush out the alien and the audience got to participate in guessing. Thing11′s test? The characters open their mouth to display their metal fillings – or not. No real tension.  No dramatic conclusion when someone is found out to….have clean teeth. They just go stand over in the corner until something better happens. I’m not even going to get into how dumb this test scene is, but it seems the creators knew it when they had the main character say, “this is all I’ve got.”

The facade doesn’t stop there. The storm I mentioned earlier is an excellent source of tension in the first film. It’s used to explain closed communication and limited visibility and mobility outside. Not only are they locked up with the thing inside, but no one could survive outside for more than a few minutes. Thing11′s storm just never seems to arrive. People are popping in and out like it’s no big deal. The only sign of it actually being cold outside is the cold frost on beards. Thank you Thing11 for reminding me I can’t grow a beard. I don’t want to talk about this anymore.

 

Decompose in a Fiery Blaze

Copying wHat made the original special isn’t inherently bad. I believe taking some of the originals qualities and expanding on them could be interesting. THat didn’t happen. And there are enough semi-stupid things about the movie to bring it down a few notches regardless of its state as a prequel/ sequel/ reboot.

To be perfectly honest, I was onboard for the first quarter of T11. The tone was right. The ambiguity was there. It was all so mysterious and my imagination ran. When they finally find the frozen thing in the ice, I was eating it up! You could see pieces of it but the view was disfigured by refraction through the ice. It was…perfect.

Microscope User and Thing Expert

The fateful moment in the film, where I lost most of my interest, was in the lab.  The protagonist (who she is isn’t really important) has captured a tissue sample from the first casualty. In the span of a minute, she goes from knowing nothing about wHat they are dealing with to being an expert on the Thing. How could this happen? Easy! She simply looks in the eyepiece of a microscope and watches a poorly animated sequence in which one circle with spikes jumps on top of a circle without spikes, than loses it’s spikes and resembles the rest of the circles…without spikes. It’s a lazy plot device equivalent to someone looking at a monitor from the 80′s, shouting nonsense about simulations, and then having the answer.

To make matters worse, she has a fellow research assistant there watch the same CG animation. He reels at the thought and states, “I’m not sure what I saw.” Perhaps he should stay an assistant or maybe the idea of something that can mimic others is so terrifying to him that he can’t digest that idea. Yet for some reason, the main protagonist is able to put the pieces together because earlier she saw some blood in a shower and some tooth fillings on the bathroom floor. If the filmmakers don’t want to take the logic of their story seriously than why should I invest myself in something tHat, at the drop of Kurt Russell’s Hat, could change with the laziest explanation. From that moment on, the protagonist is resolved and strong-willed; almost a different character completely. Too bad the poor CG didn’t do the same for the rest of T11.

How Did They Do it!

If you stand back and look at T11 from afar, it’s not a bad film.  It ticks all the boxes required. It does the bare minimum. But we don’t watch movies from afar. We watch them to be pulled in, invested in the world of the characters, and experience something tHat we will not experience in our day-to-day life. If I have any gripe with T11, it’s tHat it doesn’t go far enough. It doesn’t take any risks. It exists purely to fill in gaps from the original. Gaps designed to be there. Gaps that did not need to be filled. It treats the original like a blueprint instead of an inspiration and all without Kurt Russell’s Hat. So really… wHat’s the point. Just watch the original.

 

What are your thoughts? Agree or disagree? Should I have touched on something else? Let me know what you think in the comments below and I will do it…maybe.

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Drive (Review)

Deliberate Drive

When Superman came out in 1978 it was amazing to watch a man fly! In a similar movie today, we aren’t satisfied if most of New York isn’t destroyed before the hero rises triumphant. Story tellers have been trying to one-up each other since the beginning of our story. The outcome is bigger, more outlandish, less personal and less deliberate movies. Action set pieces happen for almost no logical reason other than to galavant across the world. In the process, the message or theme of the movie gets buried under the rubble of each ruined city. But Drive isn’t a superhero movie, at least in a literal sense, so maybe this doesn’t matter.

Drive. At it’s heart it’s an incredibly simple story about “Driver,” a guy in over his head. (He doesn’t really have a name.) However, don’t let that mislead you into thinking it’s not worth a watch. The thing Drive really has going for it is a clear and certain identity. While it doesn’t try to push any boundaries story-wise, it also doesn’t overextend itself. It isn’t trying to “one-up” others in the same genre; it is simply trying to tell a small story in the best way possible; deliberately.

 

Direction

The most stand out aspect of Drive is the direction. I often feel like there is a “just because” mentality among producers and directors now-a- days. There is little thought about how a scene fits in with a story. Stuff is done just because they can. It is my, admittedly uninformed and naive, belief that this kind of haphazard direction comes through in almost every aspect of those films. The editing is choppy as we try to cover over-extended action or poorly blocked out scenes. The acting feels improvised and unsubstantial as if the actor is just about to say, “will that work?” The cinematography doesn’t enhance the film in any way; it’s simply a slave to the improvisation and limited resources of a poorly planned shoot.

I will be the first to say that amazing things can come out of experimenting but that should be done early, in development. Otherwise, we run the risk of ending up with a less substantial and less deliberate story. Movies have the greatest impact when in service of the theme. That tends to get lost when, at the last moment, the creative team is “just trying something out.” Resources get spread too thin and the final result is slapping what they got together in the edit.

Drive does NOT feel slapped together. It seems pre-determined and polished; like every scene was intended to unfold just as it did. True or not, the deliberateness encourages the audiences’ investment in the story in the same way the creators of LOST did when they said they “had a plan.”

The simplest and most jarring example of the deliberate nature of Drive is the shot length. The director bucks the trend of cutting every 0.0314 seconds to “simulate” good pacing and trick the audience into thinking they are entertained. Instead, the audience is allowed to watch each scene unfold through long takes and deliberate dialogue entertained purely by the merits of the scene, characters, and overall story.

The director could have easily emulated a LMFAO song and ended up with CUTS CUTS CUT CUT CUT CUTS… cuts. Instead, he held those shots. He let the actor’s words settle on the viewer’s minds. He let their eyes punctuate the action that just unfolded; be it a shoot-out in a motel or a make-out session in an elevator. Then, he allowed nothing more. The end result is something that feels deliberate without destroying the pacing. All at a solid running time of 98 minutes. Drive feels like it wants to get a point across without losing that point in the process.

 

Acting

Let’s talk about Ryan Gosling. Seriously, Ryan, tone it down! You are making life as a male difficult for the rest of us. He doesn’t have a lot of speaking lines in Drive; to the point of it being a bullet point on the back of the box. “Our principal actor only speaks for 12 total minutes, must be seen to be believed!” Make no mistake though; this is his movie. It is the story of his character and it would be a different movie if it stared anyone else. Those limited lines of dialogue make sense for his character and fit the tone of the story. For the rest of the movie, Ryan Gosling must portray his thoughts and emotions through the subtleties of a trembling hammer or…the lack there of. It is an incredibly subdued performance and one for which Gosling seems a natural choice.

That isn’t to say that the rest of the cast doesn’t deliver. Albert Brooks is perfect as a weirdly amicable bad guy and Ron Perlman is just the right amount of over the top as his cohort in crime. Baby faced Carey Mulligan, plays a believable sudo-love interest and young mother; which is probably more of an undertaking that one would expect. It’s Brian Cranston that just makes me smile. It’s just unnatural how good he is in everything he does. Ryan Gosling may be able to make a character simply named “Driver” interesting to watch but it’s the supporting cast that make him sympathetic. Without them getting it right, “Driver” would have felt like a self-centered asshole…or deaf.

 

Other

There is a lot of good going on in Drive; the music, the characters, the use of lighting to cue the audience of tone, similarities with Taxi Driver, deliberate blocking, the clarity of the action, the use of tight framing to direct focus and enhance tension, the way the writer managed to delicately dance around archetypes without simply feeling hackneyed. I could probably write about it for several more pages but no one would read that far and im trying to keep these “one a day” reviews short for my own sanity. The sum of ALL the parts is simply this: Drive is a fun engaging movie that knows it’s identity and to its own benefit, doesn’t try to be anything else. The hero doesn’t always have to save the world as long as he saves the girl.

 

What are your thoughts? Agree or disagree? Should I have touched on something else? Let me know what you think in the comments below and I will…touch on something…else.

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