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District 9 Nominated for Best Picture

Prawn!

The Oscar nominations were announced today and somehow or other District 9 is among the Best Picture nominees. Now I enjoyed the movie but let me go out on a limb and predict that it will not win the Best Picture Oscar. You might say, well, this is the first years of the expanded 10-nominee, watered- down category…but wait. It’s one of two science fiction flicks in the running. So, pro-rating back to the smaller list and, well…Avatar would still be there.

So. No big deal, you say…but wait. This is the first time any sci-fi movie has been a Best Picture nominee since E.T. in 1983.
Again, don’t get me wrong, I liked the flawed District 9, and at least something half-way interesting sci-fi-wise will get some recognition, in addition to the billion-dollar lecture blue is beautiful guilt-fest.
One consolation is that District 9 got a screenplay nomination and Avatar did not. Thatit does have a chance at winning, prawn. Except for the 45-minute BlackHawk Down shakey camera action manic episode, the story of impoverished alienated aliens did managed to plant an emotional hook.
Oh and that’s right it is one of two nominated movies set in South Africa. So that may explain it. The other is Invictus, a rugby movie with the best actor-nominated Morgan Freeman as Nelson Mandela. Could it be that District 9 was caught in a double Avatar-Invitus updraft to Best Picture level? The Academy member nominators may have confused it with a movie about aliens that featured Nelson Mandela. They can be easily confused. After all, Chicago, a movie in which Richard Gere signs, also won a best picture Oscar.
So Let’s handicap the category. What are the intagibles? The last time a sci-fi movie was nominated, E.T. took the statue home. Avatar is king of the box office world, as was the Cameron’s previous over-produced blockbisuster, Titanic, also a Best Picture winner…
Best Picture Prediction: Invictus

Dune Yea, Avatar Nay

Dune vs. Avatar. Friend made an Avatar comparison I hadn’t heard, adding yet another facet to its derivation. (I haven’t seen it yet. I may wait for the DVD. I get vertigo from video games. This one may knock me out cold. But there’s plenty of information about it out there.) I’ve heard it’s similar to a few others (Pocohantas, Dances with Wolves, Fern Gully.)

But what about Dune? Does the Earthling guy become a messiah type? A god? Or just a leader of the opposition. If a god then was there a legend that an avatar would come and save the Na’avi? Dune splices that with Dune’s Bene Gesserit millenia-in-the-making genetic manipulation plans. A bit more meat there.

It may bear some similarities to the Dune movie and the miniseries, in that they were fairly simplied tick-tock interpretations, but those books were probably not destined to be good movies. I had excessively high, it turns out, hopes for the David Lynch attempt but was deeply disappointed. Besides phoning it in, with a production scale far beyond his ken, Lynch was lashed to a couple-three fatal casting choices: his own (Kyle McLachan?!) and the studio’s (Sting!?)

Scarce resource? Spice vs….whatever it is the evil humans want in Avatar? Yes, but House Atreides was given Dune to manage the spice in a diplomatic deal that turned out to be a trap. The Fremen indigenes may not have been happy about it but armed resistance didn’t start until the Harkonnens took over. So right there you have a more sophisticated set-up than just evil Americans swooping in to grab Na’avi land.

Also, from what I’ve heard, Cameron’s planet is elaborately imagined but maybe a bit OVERimagined. Whereas the environment of Dune was simpler and more integrated with the characters and the political motivations of the story. Why were the worms feared, yet worshiped? I’m sure you’re aware of the actual source of the spice. There again, a point probably intentionally not clearly laid out in the books, untouched in the movies, and pretty much out of Avatar’s league.

And oh yes, another point in common: Na’avi skin, blue. The Fremen whites-of-their-eyes? Blue.

Hadn’t thought of that Dune comparison though. Interesting, and worth considering.

Long-Delayed Destruction of Phantom Menace in Seven Parts

Remember years ago leaving the theater after seeing Episode One: The Phantom Menace you thought “I know it was bad but I don’t feel like expending too many cycles analyzing why”? Well the myriad answers why are are contained in the clips on this page at Slashfilm.com: Strong language and content warning.

You also left the theater that day with no desire to see it again, and yet you have seen “Empire Strikes Back” nearly annually since your first screening. The gentleman in these clips explains why that might be, and in the process of deconstructing dismantling the Episode I, also conveys a good basic lesson in storytelling/scriptwriting.

Personally my own Star Wars orbit began to decay with Return of the Jedi. Besides the accursed Ewoks, I came away with the distinct impression that Lucas didn’t actually re-screen or review his own previous films for any “the-story-up-to-now” before scribbling the script for the next one. At the End of Empires Yoda states: “There is another.” Leia, I’d guessed. Made sense. But I never found out.

Hard Science Fiction: Toward a Definition

Embarking on initial research for an essay entitled “The Hard Science Fiction Manifesto” of course I immediately found a web site that covered it well enough to save me the work. The quote below is from Rocket Punk’s fine sci-fi glossary. The original page has anchorlinks to other terms in the glossary (”TECHLEVEL”) which I won’t reproduce here:

HARD SF. Written SF that adheres, or tries to adhere, to plausible science and technology. Therefore it generally implies a fairly modest TECHLEVEL; the most anal Hard SF may even preclude FTL. For obvious reasons, plausible is pretty much in the eye of the beholder. It is also a moving target. In fact, you can usually date Hard SF particularly well by its technology, which will lean heavily on whatever technical or scientific speculation was fashionable about five years before a book’s publication date. If this did not pan out (and mostly it hasn’t), the resulting Hard SF will sound very dated within a decade or so.

I would adopt this whole but for some quibbles: one, about the five-years-ahead tech level requirement, and two, especially, about the anality of precluding FTL (faster-than-light travel.) Some futurism can lean toward the hard, and assumption of non-proven concepts like FTL might be acceptable, just as the assumption of meeting non-terran-originating life forms (aliens!) may be as well, as long as they are treated in an internally consistent manner, and are subject to some “hard” limitations and constraints.

For instance, (and to put it into terms with which a non-sci-fi fan who has gotten this far may be familiar) why is the Transporter of the original Star Trek series generally fan-respected, while the Holodeck of the Next Generation the object of derision in some quarters? Well, first off the Transporter has a built-in limitation. It’s in the Transporter Room. Just a room, not a whole deck. Along with other mentioned limitations (atmospheric, electromagnetic) there are multiple episodes where the Transporter has trouble, and indeed breaks down, Although there was a Next Generation episode where the captain was trapped in the Holodeck, in general the tech served much more often as a go-anywhere, we’re-out-of-plots-crutch. This type of cop-out in the original series required that the Enterprise, the whole damned star-cruiser, find itself orbiting a planet where the population was in an Earth-like phase in its history: Chicago gangsters, Nazis, Planet of the Apes- ripped-off post-apocalyptic US Constitution-worshipping barbarians, etc.

Holodeck is internally implausible on its face. Was it all an elaborate hologram generated by computer? If so how could you touch things? How could things touch you? Was it generating matter on the fly? Where would this matter go when the fake images instantly vanished? It’s more than just Trek-geek nitpicking. At times you find yourself thinking these questions while watching (Well, I do anyway. Maybe that’s because I’m not a true Trekkie. I’m not. I swear.)

So in comparing these two fantastic technologies, the original series is harder than its sequel. “Proof” of relative hardness might also lie in the multiple recent breakthroughs that bring transporter tech closer to reality than holograms that can touch you.

Hardness is a scale in sci-fi, with a big H for hard on one end and a big F on the other, marking the border with the fantasy genre of magic and wizards. Every work has a place on this scale. Vampires and zombies are off-scale, beyond the F. At that far end there are paralleling and branching-off scales for most of what fits in the horror genre but that’s a whole other discussion. Frankenstein is sci-fi, and pretty hard at that, considering the time it was written. Dracula is fantasy. Alien is both sci-fi and horror; it’s a sci-fi work well down on the hard end of the scale near the Big H. The journeys take a loooong time, requiring suspended animation. The alien biology is elaborately outlined. The androids have “blood,” and “veins” to carry it. So even though the film is jump-out scary monster-in-the-house story, it’s superimposed on a hard sci-fi world.

Many works labeled sci-fi these days are on that Big F side. Thank George Lucas for that, since he misdefined his magnus opus for the hordes of non-sci-fi fans—and publishers and producers. Space ships, whether they make noise in a vacuum or not, does not a sci-fi story make, whether you’ve accumulated more money than God or not. Stars Wars is fantasy. The Jedi ability to render blasters useless with their fancy flashlight sabers alone puts the saga solidly over the border. Lucas’ attempt to harden it all in the fourth movie (I’ll never think of it as “Episode One”) with this whole ” high midi-clorian count” business in young the Darth’s bloodstream did not pan out, and he either abandoned it or forgot about it in the subsequent two highly forgettable movies. This is more evidence that George may not have watched his old movies from one project to the next. Another instance of this is the strong hint of Leia’s force abilities at the end of The Empire Strike Back. What the heck happened, George? I think he forgot. Or he decided to bag it and hoped no one would notice. An interesting hard sci-fi story might take place in the Empire’s R&D department: about a technician who’s given an assignment: figure out how to make a better Jedi-killing blaster. (But this treads into the scary “fan fiction” realm, a psychosis-induced danger zone in which you will never find this writer. Hopefully. And yea, I fear already having ventured too far into the Star Wars morass, but then, in for a penny in for a credit…)

Lucas was also much over-credited by dazzled non-sci-fi critics for adding all those easy details, like the trash compactor and how the fleet treated its trash… well, now that you mention it, a lot of it had to do with trash. Might be a topic for Lucas’s analyst. Somewhere a masters candidate fan-boy has probably written a thesis on it. (But we all have about 8 trillion things that take priority over tracking that down, don’t we?) This addition of the mundane aspect of his long-ago-far away land did much to create an illusion of hard in this really really expensive swords-and-sorcery serial, but we’re not fooled.

Simply put, hard sci-fi may include technology that could be more than five years away, but it must behave like technology as we know it. Making the one FTL concession is enough to get you out there. what happens once you’re out there is the question. The drawback to this is that if your scientists have made FTL safe, what the hell all else have they improved? FTL is the entry drug. Once you taste it you’re drawn tractor-beam-like ever more toward the non-hard, and the Big F.

For all of the knocking about of definitions, though, wherever you place your story in these genres and on the scale within them, your story will still have to be about people, or else, phhht, you can shoot all your technology out the airlock.

Why does it matter? Because hard is much more interesting, and fantasy magic is easy, not only for the writer, but for the reader as well.

What say you?

Disney Acquires Marvel

Disney Acquires Marvel

That’s big news. Two giant names. Four billion-with-a-B dollars! Powered by the recent strength of the Marvel movie efforts no-doubt. Much will be made of the mix of characters: Mickey and Spidey, Donald and Hulk, etc. But hopefully no corporate genius will get the idea of actually meshing the Marvel and Disney fictional universes. “Think of the synergy! The Fantastic Four teams up with Goofy!” Actually judging by the so-so Fantastic Four movies, they might benefit some by teaming up with Goofy.
 


Fantastic Four & Goofy

Fantastic Four & Goofy

“You’re a better man than I am, Gunga Din”

Gunga Din

Gunga Din

Bolstering Big Hollywood as the go-to online spot for real writing about movies, Schizoid Mann’s manly and surprisingly “otherly” (no spoilers please) piece on Gunga Din is one of the best posts in the site’s short life. Very little of value about movies has been written or presented in the mass print or electronic dinosaur media for decades, decades i tell you, and that includes the Oscar broadcasts. (and excepting Robert Osborne on Turner Classics.) So if you’re interested in film and all manner of topics surrounding the art and the business of it you’ll want to give it a look.

“Kali!”

We watched Gunga Din here at the Shears Compound just a few months ago as a matter of fact; exposed Lance, Leo and Escella to it, or tried to anyway, and Mrs. Shears enjoyed it as well. This continued a family tradition of appreciation for the work. I remember my Ma and old late Paw loved the film, and the reason I remember is I have a clear echo of them in the 1960s pointing out that Sam Jaffe, who play Gunga played Dr. Zorba, hospital boss of neurotic TV neurosurgeon Ben Casey.

So hopefully they’ll pass it on to their offspring, to watch in whatever format story-telling will take further down the century. Maybe they’ll absorb it through their skin. The Movie Patch. Whatever. Gunga Din will be there because it’s just good storytelling.

Some people can’t watch those old films. They mock the stagey speech and sneer at the image quality. They’ve been raised, and conditioned, on color and the (supposed) naturalistic speech patterns of modern film/TV. But one of the facets I like best about films from before the 70s is that they speak the lines clearly, so that you can understand what the hell they are saying. This must have lent discipline to the writing, since the writer knows in the back of his mind that the lines he transfers to the actors mouths will be heard. Write lines for modern hacktors like Sean Penn and you know he will not only change them, but you might not even be able to decipher what he changed them to, since mumbling is what passes for acting now. When screening modern film/TV, on average once per viewing, and often more often,  we have to pause and go back to see what was said. Sometimes we even have to turn on the subtitles, for an American film!

Maybe improved sound is the reason. The audio technology from the infancy and adolescence of the talkies may have required more enunciation; and so the actors didn’t have to worry about modulation or their vocal instrument, they just spoke the lines, had some personality and looked great, something everyone in this film managed — even poor, brave Gunga.

The Blue Max and Barry Lyndon. Same movie, different heart throbs?

George Peppard and Ursula Andress

George Peppard and Ursula Andress

Two of our rewatchable faves are the WW I aerial drama, The Blue Max, and the painting that moves, Barry Lyndon. We watched the former on Netflix Watch Instantly over the last two days and noticed striking similarities between the two.

It goes beyond the severe market-directed miscasting of American pretty boys in European settings. In Max, dreamy, at-the-time, box office name George Peppard is a German WWI pilot, speaking plain-spoken American English, surrounded by actual Europeans — one of which is, James Mason. In spike od Paerppars presence and clear acting abilities, it makes you wonder, what are all those foreigners doing there?

Similarly In Lyndon almost ten years later, Ryan O’Neal is almost laughable trying to pull off that accent as he makes his way across 18th century Europe, completely outclassed by everyone on screen, even the beautiful lightweight Marisa Berenson. But the movie wouldn’t have been made without him, and he is a bit on the photogenic side.

No. That’s not all. The macro-story thrusts in both are also exactly the same. Both feature upstart social climbing, not-so-loveable rogues who value the trappings of wealth and fame but never get the hang of what having class is all about. The Blue Max is tragedy because  does redeem, slightly, then gets his anyway. B. Lyndon never does redeem and gets rewarded with a fate worst than death, for him. Obscurity. 

Still. Some movies rise above poor casting. Besides all the well-done flying and dogfights, the final dramatic airfield sequence in The Blue Max makes the picture. Thank director John Guillermin and James Mason for that. And the final image stuck with me a long time after I first saw it in the theater. I was ten and believe you me the Ursula Andress topless-with-towel-yoke scene had some staying power as well.

Barry Lyndon is Kubrick making art, and it has some enjoyable and authentic battle scenes as well. Visually impeccable, the long sequence of Redmond Barry’s dissolution set to the Schubert Trio Op. 100 will never be matched. They just don’t make ‘em like that anymore.

“Big hitter, the Lama.”

Posted the text of this previously as a Money Quote. Here’s the clip. From Caddyshack, Carl Spackler’s famous speech about caddying for the Dalai Lama.

Nay: Synedoche, New York

Hate to start this out on the negative note but we had high hopes for an interesting cinematic experience when we self-programmed this via Netflix. So whose fault is it? With Synedoche, New York we got an incomprehensible, self-reflexive scatological mess, and so ended up with a quite negative evening of self-programming ourselves, Mrs. Shears and I. Charles Kaufman is not a genius. Let’s go out on a limb. He’s the Hollywood Approved genius, an American who makes self-focused films. They are not self-indulgent, like Woody Allen or Oliver Stone because the self-reflexivity is what he does. He’s the apex of that trend, started by, who else, the Beatles, when they began to mention their own songs in their songs. He’s is the acknowledged “art” writer in Hollywood today so that there is at least one Amarican whose name the film snobs can point to and then have everyone nod at each other is mutual self-gratification. Yes. He’s a genius

But he’s also not a genius.

Because geniuses would have a large body of work besides what would be considered their masterwork. Kaufman may not ever come up to the level of Adaptation again, but he wouldn’t have to. He’d just have to make something that doesn’t concentrate so much on his or someone else’s digestive tracts. And since he also directed the mess, he’s running neck and neck with M. Knight (”Shamalama Ding Dong”) Shyamalan — who has never, and likely will never, match the competent storytelling he exhibited in The Sixth Sense – for the title of One-Hit Hollywood wonder.

See, too long already for  a short post.

By the way. Speaking of the film snobs, They’re the ones who have destroyed the presentation of foreign films on DVD. Was I the only one in who preferred the dubbing of voices to subtitles? I’d gladly give up the authenic voice and lips synching in exchange for the ability to watch the movie. Instead we are forced to read the screenplay on-screen. I haven’tseen one foreign film on DVD where dubbing in English is a choice. Most of these film will already have an Englihs tracks. Just slap it on the disc.

Tha Agony and the Ecstasy: One great man to another

Big Hollywood’s TCM Pick of the Day for Sunday is The Agony and the Ecstasy, just more Charlton Heston being great playing a great man. Heston had such a body of work that it’s difficult to cover it all.

But you do what you can. We have a Heston tribute page with clips of some of his later sci-fi work, movies that would have been far far less worthy without him. Would anyone remember The Omega Man for Anthony Zerbe’s scenery-chewing smorgasbord as the hippie-zombie leader alone? Would Zerbe, a craftsman in his own right, have taken on the project if Heston wasn’t on board?

Something happened in the film business soon after the mid-60’s, and we sense that it only had a little to do with cultural or political revolution, or color television. Why was it films like The Agony and the Ecstasy could no longer be made? Why was it that Hitchcock, after practically inventing a genre, and making classic upon classic, had to resort to Bruce Dern in Family Plot, which is a fun watch but no classic, and Frenzy, which is not nearly either? Was there no room in the market for a Hitchcock?

We’ll come up with the answer. Someday.

One last note about The Agony and the Ecstasy (Amazon link below.) The movie, as movies must be, is a well-executed abridgement of only the one section of the book involving the confrontations with the Pope and Michelanelo’a most famous non-sculpture. Irving Stone’s book is well worth the read for that and for other details, such as Michelangelo’s attachment to the land, his related approach to his favored medium, marble, and his spirituality.

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