28 years later

Tron: 1982

  •  I am 7 years old.
  •  The dawn of personal computing. For the first time, individuals have computers.
  •  Computing is nerdy, specialised. Arcade Computer Games are new and cool.
  •  Life inside the computer is depicted as banal, office-like, yearning to be real.
  •  Clumsy special effects pretend to be too-expensive computer effects.
  •  Completely unique film stock is created to make the film effects possible.
  •  Huge solid sets are painstakingly built and painted to look surreal.
  •  Real actors are clad in suits to make them look unnatural.

Legacy: 2010

  • I am 35 years old.
  • The internet is an inextricable part of life for most of the world.
  • Computing is everywhere, in everything. It’s uncool to not be a nerd.
  • Life inside the computer is depicted as impossibly cool. It mocks the real world.
  • Computer effects are trivial and cheap.
  • No physical film is ever exposed.
  • Hardly any physical sets are even built.
  • The central villain is a flawless digital emulation of Jeff Bridges of 1982.

This is what it must feel like to live through epochal change.

Stark Raving Fanboy

Warning: The Following Blog Post May Contain Traces Of Hyperbole.

WatchmenFirst, if you haven’t read Watchmen, go, buy it, read it. It is one of the best things I’ve ever read, unquestionably the finest ‘comic book’ I’ve ever laid hands or eyes on.

Second, if you’re not familiar with the recent work of Zack Snyder, I recommend 300. Note that this is also a treatment of a ‘comic book’.

Third, and where I find myself descending repeatedly into cackling fits of demented fanboy anticipatory glee: Have you seen the trailer for Zack Snyder’s Watchmen?

OMG! I find myself at a total loss to say anything coherent about it. No, wait, it’s a fabulous example of a movie trailer: It’s set to original music (not recycled O Fortuna or similar), they call it a teaser yet it introduces lots of central characters and some actual spoken lines. It manages to convey the scope in space and time of the plot, and it characterizes the mood and feel of the story fairly well.

But mostly, I keep watching it because it’s full of fan-food eye-candy. Visible proof that some difficult bullets have been bitten, just right.

Dr Manhattan
…now I just have to wait a year.

A YEAR??? AAAAAAAAAARGH!! 

Forever posessed by the eighties

I was born in 1975, so I can’t really claim to be a “child of the 80’s” like my brother, but that decade will always have an insuperable hold upon my soul.

I know this because I listen to a very modern radio station, but when they incongruously play Huey Lewis and The News’ – The Power of Love, I am unaccountably electrified (It’s not a genre I’m usually into) and beset by vivid mental images of Michael J Fox on a skateboard, stealing momentum from passing cars and wearing magnificent dark sunglasses…

I have been justly mocked for my strong childhood feelings about that movie, that music, and that decade, and I find myself at a loss now to cogently defend them, but they remain.

There was some damn fine stuff in the eighties, and I think in another decade we will look back and appreciate the eighties in the same slightly surreal way that the sensibilities of Pulp Fiction’s Jack Rabbit Slims Twist Contest scene idly worships the fifties.

<yellow> Ohhh Yeeeah </yellow>

Guts!

I seem to specialise in blogging from odd places under odd circumstances…

Today I’m in hospital with (probably) an incarcerated hernia

This is, I am assured, nothing to be worried about, but I notice I’m not being sent home or anything. There is very little to do here, unless one brings it; the TV is diminished from its traditional brain-sucking power by the absence of cable. They screen the occasional DVD, but have put Stranger than fiction (which I quite anted to see) at the same time I’m scheduled for surgery. The food here (Valley Private) is so bad that I am frankly looking forward to being put back on the drip and told to fast again. E (who should be canonized!) brought me fast food, Red Meat comics and my laptop, so all is well.

That’s all really. I have little to say, because I have little to do. In the absence of stimulus I become a potato. Ho hum.

Even more Transformers!

Saw it again on Sunday night with brother-dude (who persists in not having a homepage or a blog or anything I can link to. Dude!) and enjoyed it immensely. Couldn’t help thinking:

Optimus Prime: We learned your language from the World-Wide-Web. Kthxbye!

and even

Bumblebee: I has a lubricant! Let me show it to you!

Agent Simmons: It has a flavour… DO NOT WANT!

Optimus Prime: I saw what you did there.

but that’s because lolcats have fundamentally corrupted my mind… 🙂

Transformers

Cybertronians

Last night I was privileged to participate in a sacred pilgrimage for a faith which is not my own.

Along with a secretive band known as Oftam (among them many True Believers) E and I went and saw the new Transformer movie last night, and enjoyed it immensely.

Although this will be written up to death in every corner of the Interlink, I can’t help but want to write about it. I will try to keep it spoiler-free and minimally foamy though. 🙂
The film starts with what fans may feel to be its greatest heresy: it introduces a clear, clean reason for the transformers to come to earth. There’s a certain amount of this kind of streamlining given to a pot which really evolved fairly randomly in the original animated series. It took nothing away from the experience for me, and felt entirely true to the original spirit.

The other big change is how the transformers themselves look and feel. Gone aer many of the familiar shapes and forms in favour of a very complex, organic esthetic. See Bumblebee here, for example. Transformations still feel right though: pieces move, and there’s the same sense that everything goes somewhere; nothing is added or taken away. This is not a coincidence: The effects for this film were given a lot of thought, and it is claimed that the animations really do take account of every part you see in the humanoid form in the vehicle form.

The director, Michael Bay, of whom many fans were extremely wary was aparrently not at all interested in the film at first, calling it a “stupid toy move”, but he seems to have come around: The film is littered with references to the original series, both dignified and humourous. The four leading cast members were all Transformers fans before they were hired. There was even a last-minute change made to the way Megatron looked (to the alleged horror of Hasbro) at the behest of the fan-base.

I enjoyed the hell out of this movie, actually: It manages to fit engaging characterization, a moderately complex plot and plenty of eye-candy, while still giving a generous amount of robot-on-robot action, so to speak. 🙂

The soundtrack also merits mention: in keeping with the likes of 300 and the first Matrix movie, action sequences are allowed to rock, rather than being limited to the traditional orchestral risings and fallings.
BumblebeeThis is a good film to catch on the big screen. Failing that, this is a good film to watch while sitting much too close to a huge plasma screen with a hefty sub-woofer delivering the earth-shaking tread directly to your nether regions. I will most assuredly be obtaining the DVD, but I am very glad to have seen it on an appropriately vast screen, with cinematic sound and a company of die-hard fans.

There are many memorable lines. Right at the moment I am stuck on:

“Bumblebee! Stop lubricating the man!”

The film is relentlessly true to what little a half-baked fan like I can remember. It excites and it satisfies, and I am extremely happy with it. I look forward to the inevitable sequels with more than the usual degree of hope.

300 litres of red paint

I don’t know the works of Frank Miller first-hand. Never seen any. I know Sin City though, and now I know 300.

I have to admit, I am in awe. I can’t speak for the film as an adaptation of Frank Miller’s work, but to me the film reads like this:

You take a simple story idea, namely the story of a heroic battle. You take a director who, as near as I can see, has mastered the art of making simple stories even simpler, yet more compelling.

You give him a very large tub of red paint (or CG equivalent) and a bunch of the buffest bearded men you can find.

The result is incredibly graphic. I can keenly recall the furore over Kill Bill (vol 1) and it’s ‘graphic beheading’. Graphic beheading? It is to laugh. 300 is not for the weak of stomach. If you think you’re not as desensitized as most of the people you know, 300 is not for you.

If you’re Greek, and at all patriotic (like the guy over the partition from me at work) then 300 is made for you. Enjoy!