May 26th, 2015
February 17th, 2015
|11:27 am - Where No Cow Has Gone Before|
It took me over a year to watch every episode of Futurama (one of the three of you still reading please comment on that poor lonely entry!), and, well, now that I have been focusing more on writing, I have less time to mainline television shows!
So when I decided to watch Star Trek: The Next Generation, I decided that I would do an abridged version, as I had done for Star Trek: The Original Series. I used Max Temkin's "Star Trek: The Next Generation in 40 Hours" as a starting point and then doubled the list using recommendations from friends. I think I have a pretty good list here, and I've already burned through the first two seasons this way! ALL OF MY FAVORITE EPISODES ARE DATA EPISODES.
For reference, here are the episodes I'm watching, if you would also like to experience TNG without watching a million hours of television. Please do not tell me that I am DOING IT WRONG by not watching every episode or rend your hair because I have left out an episode that you personally believe I should watch. I am happy with my list. The other episodes will still be there when I'm done.
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Would you like to share in my excitement for finally seeing why everyone loves TNG so much? Make it so!
January 25th, 2015
|05:27 pm - Futurama? More Like Suture Llama!|
Over 17 months ago, I decided to start watching all of Futurama, along with Louie (which I gave up after a season). I had watched scattered episodes (including, yes, "Jurassic Bark"), but I hadn't watched every single episode, and I thought that was something worth doing.
Good news, everyone! I was right!
Futurama begins with a ridiculous premise that sets the tone for the entire show: Philip J. Fry, hapless pizza delivery boy, delivers pizza to a cryogenics facility on the last day of the millennium and falls into a cryogenic pod, as you do. He wakes up a thousand years later and begins working for another delivery service, Planet Express. Fry is a dolt in the Homer Simpson mold, and, like Homer Simpson, he becomes implausibly dumb for the sake of a joke. But he's far more endearing, especially thanks to his enduring crush on Leela, the one-eyed captain of the ship, who thinks he's sweet but does not return his affections. Bender is a hard-drinking, violence-loving robot in the Homer Simpson mold, and, like Homer Simpson, he becomes implausibly cruel for the sake of a joke. But he's...not very endearing, really, though he has his occasional moments of sweetness that are quickly forgotten when he once again acts in complete self-interest. Amy Wong is so rich she doesn't understand money and so promiscuous she doesn't understand commitment. Hermes is a Jamaican accountant, the ultimate bureaucrat and limbo master. Professor Farnsworth gives the orders and performs all manner of mad science.
It is hilariously appropriate that I forgot Zoidberg, the crustacean alien doctor whom everyone hates except the audience because he is wonderful. His always pathetically sincere "Hooray!" has become my definitive conception of the exclamation.
Character development is not necessarily a concern for the show; pretty much everyone is fundamentally the same at the end as they were at the beginning, even though they've gone through a lot. Fry and Leela's relationship ebbs and flows, and Amy finds love for a while, but I think we get far more character development in backstory than we do in the present storylines, and those are quite fun! Since everyone's character traits and quirks are highly exaggerated, I enjoyed watching the writers attempt to justify them and give them real resonance.
While Futurama holds very little regard for the laws of physics, reality, and even general logic at times, there's no question it's a smartly written show, full to the brim with math and science in-jokes and veritably overflowing with puns ranging from groanworthy to incredibly clever. I was impressed with how many variations on characters' catchphrases they could come up with; who knew "Good news, everyone!" could be so versatile? Who knew there were so many different reasons Hermes could cry, "My manwich!"? How many things could Bender say are 40% something? Not to mention the many, many variations on "Bite my shiny metal ass." Although there isn't a huge amount of continuity, it's little things like these that reward the dedicated viewer. And the many recurring characters, be they as unimportant as the old lady who says "Kajigger" all the time or as plot-relevant as possibly my favorite recurring characters, the Robot Mafia (CLAMPS!). The show builds a huge universe—literally, the crew goes on adventures all over the damn universe—and it will bring back small elements as cameos or to play key roles (Nibbler and his race being one example).
It's hard to sum up 140 episodes of sci-fi humor in one post, so I thiiiiiiiiink I'm going to stop trying. There's far too much to talk about! So much creativity! So many memes! So much added to the cultural lexicon! It's a great body of work, highly entertaining, all the way to the end.
Current Mood: tired
Current Music: Screaming Trees - All I Know
December 30th, 2014
September 3rd, 2014
|08:23 pm - Clone High? More Like Joan, Cry!|
After loving Phil Lord and Chris Miller's movie work, I wanted to see that show I'd been hearing about for years anyway before I knew that I would love the movies of the people behind it! That show is Clone High, in case you couldn't tell. What is Clone High about? Well, take it away, Abandoned Pools!
Way way back in the 1980s
Secret government employees
Dug up famous guys and ladies
And made amusing genetic copies
Now their clones are sexy teens
Now they're going to make it if they tried
Loving, learning, sharing, judging
Time to laugh, and shiver and cry
That's right, this is a cartoon about clones of historical figures in high school because WHY NOT. Abe Lincoln, unlike his real-life counterpart, is insecure and awkward, not a natural leader at all. Gandhi is a fast-talking jerk about as far away from original Gandhi as you can get. Joan of Arc is a Jane-from-Daria-esque redhead madly in love with Abe. Cleopatra is the popular Mean Girl, completely full of herself, and JFK is a womanizing lunkhead. These sexy teens have teen angst; meanwhile, in the Principal's office, Principal Scudworth has his own plans for the clones (warning: they are stupid plans). The Scudworth stories are generally the weakest element of the show, as they usually exist independently of the main storylines, but they are worth it for Mr. Butlertron, a sweater-wearing robot who only speaks in two tones and calls everyone Wesley.
As one would expect from the genre-savvy, trope-subverting humor of Lord and Miller's films (as well as Bill Lawrence's TV shows), Clone High revels in skewering the tropes of high school TV shows. Every episode is a "Very Special Episode" of Clone High, and the Previouslies and Next Time Ons are friggin' hilarious. The show takes on hard-hitting topics like ADD, drugs, littering, and makeovers.
Also, it's incredibly quotable:
"I can't stand to not see you not make the biggest mistake of one of our lives!"
"Do you know what hurts the most, Joan? This nail I just stepped on."
"I'm a Kennedy! I'm not accustomed to tragedy!"
"It can’t be true. But then again, it rhymed, so it must be."
The show is just off-the-wall bonkers, with plenty of running gags (for some reason there's a dolphin in every episode) but also some heart! I'll admit it's almost needlessly cruel how much the show torments Joan in playing up Abe's complete and utter cluelessness with regards to her feelings for him, but it's satirizing that whole relationship dynamic in high school shows and leads to some wonderfully self-aware jokes in the finale. Clone High turns everything up to 11 with no regrets, and that's admirable.
Clone High also has a slew of great guest stars (most of the cast of Scrubs, for instance), some dated and some timeless, such as "Michael J. Fox as Gandhi's remaining kidney," which tells you everything you need to know about this show, probably. It has a fairly sincere indie rock soundtrack, which is cute, and the theme song is super catchy. There's plenty of cloned historical figure humor.
Honestly, I don't think I have to write a review to sell Clone High. It's fucking called Clone High. Watch it!
Current Mood: sleepy
Current Music: Poe - Walk the Walk
August 27th, 2014
|12:10 am - Worldcon 2014: The Totally Abridged Edition|
Last year's Worldcon in idyllic San Antonio was a life-changing experience, but this year's Worldcon in idyllic London was the experience of a lifetime!
I totally met Kieron Gillen in the Comics Unmasked exhibit through the power of Twitter. I totally thought our hotel reservation was for Wednesday but it was totally for Thursday. Amy totally saved me by letting me crash with her. Her butter chicken totally tasted like butter and my "green chili" naan was totally just naan with cilantro chutney. Rina totally gave me British cream soda. A literary agent totally asked me if I was from India. Someone totally recognized me from my Twitter icon. Everyone totally recognized me from my Twitter icon.
I totally woke up earlier than necessary to sign up for Kaffeeklatsches but I totally signed up for all the people I wanted to see. I totally met John Hornor Jacobs as he was checking in for our room. The gaming tent totally had GIANT PANDEMIC and GIANT TICKET TO RIDE. The Harry Potter-themed Opening Ceremonies were totally adorable. Listening to Lauren Beukes talk about writing and her career was totally inspiring. Emma Newman totally told us she was going to Kickstart the fourth Split Worlds book before she told everyone else. I was totally afraid of Peter Newman because he sounds so much like Latimer on Tea and Jeopardy. Mur Lafferty has totally arrived since someone at her Literary Beer did not even know she did podcasts. I was totally a cyborg cat with a lobster hat. I totally met Andrea Phillips in the gaming tent and Foz Meadows in the Helsinki tent. In the span of five minutes I totally ran into a Twitter friend, Julia, Moss, Miriam, Kate Elliott, Rhiannon Rasmussen-Silverstein, and Sarah Rees Brennan, which was TOTALLY WORLDCON. Mark totally wasn't sure whether he was allowed to say "eyefucking." Mary Robinette Kowal totally took a DeLorean to the Retro Hugos. I totally geeked out about the Mahabharata with Max Gladstone. The Lee Harris-hosted Sorry I Haven't a Clue was totally hilarious. Emma Newman totally sang "I Would Do Anything for Love" to the tune of "I'm a Believer." Paul Cornell totally made up clever fake headlines. Cat Valente and Seanan totally share a brain. Victoria Schwab and I totally spent half her reading talking about Edinburgh and Nashville. Amal El-Mohtar was totally excited to meet me because she totally didn't know I would be there. I had totally been a little face on Twitter and now I was totally a real person. Everyone was totally at the Fan Village bar. Julia totally signed my copy of Kaleidoscope and was totally sure she would be seeing more from me because she totally knew I could write. Andrea totally got a promotion but Wesley Chu was totally smug about not having a day job anymore. I totally met people from Twitter everywhere I went.
I totally chatted with Lauren Beukes as we Strolled with the Stars. Paul Cornell and Mary Anne Mohanraj were totally interviewed by the Guardian alfresco. Amy totally thinks the hot new thing that everyone is writing now that will be so wrong in 75 years is QUANTUM EVERYTHING. Emma Newman totally thinks of Twitter as a giant pub. Justin Landon totally taught Emma how to high-five. Goldeen Ogawa was totally my favorite person on the Diversity in Comics panel. I totally congratulated Tansy Rayner Roberts on her Best Fan Writer Hugo a year late. I totally got my Kaleidoscope signed by four more authors at the release party. Foz totally ate a lollipop with a fucking scorpion inside it. Amal El-Mohtar made a totally brilliant comparison between stories and sculptures to illustrate non-Western modes of storytelling. I was totally excited to be on a panel with Gavia Baker-Whitelaw from the Daily Dot, whom I got to know through the totally circuitous route of liking her comments on Noelle Stevenson's Twitter. We totally discussed fandom interaction with writers and actors for ninety minutes and it was totally fun. I totally mentioned Hannibal over and over. I totally didn't know the moderator of the panel was one of my Twitter followers. A Twitter friend and I were totally wearing the same Veronica Mars Kickstarter shirt. The tiki Dalek would totally destroy the Cybermen with one cocktail. Julia totally ran her panel about what teens like to read by asking actual teens to tell us what they liked to read. Carl Engle-Laird totally invited me to join his dinner table where we totally discussed the Hugos. Mint Leaves chicken tikka masala totally did not taste like chicken tikka masala but it was totally the best food in the ExCel. The food at the SFWA Reception was totally bewildering. You can totally go wrong with box wine. Ellen Datlow totally doesn't like the term "sci-fi." I totally told her my whole writing life story and she totally introduced me to perennial Fan Writer winner David Langford. I totally met a million people from Codex with cool Codex stickers on their badges. Being Amy's +1 totally helped my writing career. Sarah Rees Brennan and I had briefly met but totally did not exchange political views. Sarah was totally fucking delightful and told several totally wonderful stories. She totally got into trouble with the police in Mexico and attracted serial killers in graveyards. Everyone totally knows me as that guy who wrote about that fucking Nebulas panel. Stiles from One Direction totally has four nipples. Foz totally joined Mark for his late night event. Mark totally ruined everything for everyone for three hours.
I totally geeked out about Orphan Black to a completely full room of Orphan Black fans. A fellow panelist totally made me see a character in a more positive light. I totally dropped some show trivia that I totally thought was common knowledge but totally made the audience go "Wow." Emma Newman's Fear and Writing workshop totally drudged up an unpleasant memory that almost made me cry but everyone else was totally emotional and teary too. Mary Robinette Kowal totally joined me for lunch and we totally exchanged emotional stories. She totally gave me her new fancy business card for people she wants to keep in touch with. I totally stopped to say hi to Seanan on the way to Mary's reading and there was totally only one seat left when I got here. I totally gave it to another woman in case she'd never seen Mary before ever. I totally appreciated the Organization for Transformative Works tent and totally chilled out in there a few times. Zen Cho was totally charming in the South and Southeast Asian SFF panel. Game of Thrones is totally like Pakistani politics. I totally signed up for Zen Cho's Kaffeeklatsch because she was so totally charming. Robert Jackson Bennett totally failed to murder me and instead totally gave me an ARC of City of Stairs. Kate Elliott was totally proud of her understanding the rules of Gloom. Samson the Bearded Man totally got married twice. The panelists on the Cornetto Trilogy panel totally ate Cornettos during the panel. Carl totally quoted me in his panel about the Hugo short fiction nominees. The moderator of our New Supers panel totally introduced herself as "annoying." We totally did not talk about anything we discussed over e-mail but it was totally fun to chat about superhero comics with Mike Carey. Someone in the audience totally thought I was "utterly charming." I am totally dead to Mike Carey because I haven't read anything by him. Tobias Buckell totally wears that hat. He totally wore that hat and told us a hilarious story about Dave Truesdale. I totally met The Book Smugglers. A blogger totally took a picture of my S.H.I.E.L.D./HYDRA shirt. She totally asked where she could read me and I totally gave her my card. All the cool kids were totally at Seanan's concert. Rhiannon totally gave me Chocolate Creme Oreos to make up for a totally bland chicken sandwich. I totally wanted to take a picture with Sarah Rees Brennan because I thought she was delightful and she totally wanted to take a picture with me because she thought I was delightful. John Hornor Jacobs totally put me on the list for the Gollancz party but they totally weren't checking by the time I arrived. Miriam is totally a jerk who's read Charlie Jane Anders's book. My notes totally say "Bennett weirdo" and I totally don't know what that could possibly be referring to. Two women thought it would sound totally weird but they totally heard about me from Seanan and Mark and I sounded cool and they totally saw me on panels and I seemed cool so they totally wanted to say hi.
They were totally playing Quidditch in the Fan Village. I totally wore a llama shirt in honor of Kameron Hurley. I totally let the women talk more about feminism and magical girl. Miriam totally had notes. All of our imaginations have totally been colonized by the dominant narrative. Someone totally tried to whitesplain Diversity in YA panel and they totally wouldn't have it. My recommendation of Kaleidoscope totally caused a run on sales. I totally let the smarter people talk more about secrecy in science. I was totally the corporate shill. Sarah Rees Brennan totally had the longest signing line. Charles Stross's reading was totally full and I totally camped out in front of the room to get him to sign my book. I totally held a Hugo and it was totally heavy. Zen Cho's Kaffeeklatsch totally turned into a mini panel/discussion on the Malaysian education system and gender bias in fiction. I looked totally dashing in my suit and Amy looked totally lovely in her dress for the Hugos. I totally did not talk to Peter Davison at the reception because I'd totally never seen any Five episodes but Cat Valente totally fangirled him. I totally met David Tennant and he totally smiled when I said I loved him in Blackpool. I totally chatted casually with D.B. Weiss but totally sounded like a blithering idiot to David Benioff. Men were totally wearing rainbow ties. We totally sat one row behind GRRM and two rows in front of David Tennant. Kameron Hurley totally wrote great speeches. Cory Doctorow totally wore a cape and goggles. I totally saw David Tennant laugh at a scene from "The Day of the Doctor." Sad Puppies were totally sad. I totally never talked to GRRM at all. Someone totally brought a robot as their +1. I totally wished Andrea Phillips and I had spent more time together so we totally did that then. I totally introduced Andrea to Sarah Rees Brennan. People were totally showing my gentlemen dinosaurs tie to other people. John totally wondered whether I ever slept.
More than three people totally showed up for Kate Elliott's reading. Kate should totally read audiobooks. The Compleat Wrks of Wllm Shkspr (Abridged) was a totally hilarious way to end Worldcon. Chatting with people in the lobby and meeting more people from Twitter was a totally chill way to end Worldcon. Running into people on the Metro platform and riding the DLR with a co-panelist and audience member was a totally nice way to end Worldcon. My hostel room was totally smaller than my hotel room. I totally met Mark Does Stuff mods and was totally met by Mark Does Stuff readers. My peas were totally mushy. Mark is totally not your fucking Google. I totally gave Mark the gift of explaining a Gurren Lagann reference in "Gurren Jesus." Mark totally had to explain who Chester Cheetah was to British people. I am totally too old to stay in hostels.
I totally had an English breakfast on my last day in London again. I totally smuggled blackcurrant squash again. I was totally randomly selected for secondary screening. Mark and Johnny were totally on my flight home. I totally finished Zen Cho's story collection and read Daryl Gregory's novella. I totally need to write more fiction.
Current Mood: tired
Current Music: Howling Bells - Low Happening
July 29th, 2014
|04:53 pm - Comic-Con 2014: The Totally Abridged Edition|
I think I did fewer awesome things in general at this year's Comic-Con, but I think I also got more sleep and was less stressed, so it evens out.
I totally went through the TSA Pre-Check line in Oakland and it was glorious. A package from John Joseph Adams containing tons of WDSF postcards to hand out and a signed copy of Robot Uprisings was totally waiting for me at the hotel. We totally ran into Rachel Caine on our way to pick up badges. I totally traded my Arrow bag for an iZombie bag. I totally waited ninety minutes in the Marvel merch line to buy things for friends so I totally bought myself an awesome S.H.I.E.L.D./HYDRA shirt. I totally greenscreened myself into the Guardians of the Galaxy lineup. I totally got an exclusive Gloom promo card that only works for an expansion I don't have. John Layman totally remembered me from Twitter and meeting him every year. I totally bought a gold foil cover of "Warrior Chicken Poyo" for me and Alisha. I totally congratulated David Mack on having an awesome art show and a bigass art book. Maya and Liz and Becca and Helen and I totally met at the ruins of Pinkberry. Maya totally complimented Liz on her awesome skirt without realizing who she was. Maya totally went home because she was totally going to get in the Ballroom 20 line super early, and we totally went to Chocolat Cremerie for crepes and gelato. For dinner I totally had a Nutella crepe with strawberry gelato and a side of casual racism.
The Vanellope cosplayer who built her own car was totally one of the best cosplays I saw all weekend. Maya and I totally snagged seats right next to the microphone and totally warned off dozens of people from sitting in seats with a totally obstructed view. I totally ran into Christy's friend Brigit and then totally met my Twitter friend Amber. Kiefer Sutherland is totally charming and probably never points guns at people and yells. I totally kept taking bathroom passes to go down to the exhibit hall during panels. Cody Vrosh totally recognized me from buying two ties from him and I totally bought a third one to wear to the Hugos. I totally met Ben H. Winters and got him to sign all three Last Policeman books, which I am totally excited to read. Rachelle LeFevre was totally dressed as Starbuck. I totally got Roc Upchurch to sign every character in a special fold-out cover of Rat Queens #6 for me and a totally cool tea party poster for Alisha. On my way back to Ballroom 20 I totally ran into Emily because that is what totally happens to me at Comic-Con. I totally walked into a scene in the pilot of Scorpion where people were literally hacking a plane by physically connecting a laptop to it while driving a few feet underneath it. Robert Patrick thinks you should totally be scared of him. Reign totally does not care about historical accuracy but Adelaide Kane is totally delightful. Dino Stamatopoulos totally hawked his graphic novel Trent again. I totally don't know whether he has a public persona or he is actually that much of a weirdo. Dan Harmon is totally glad he can finally push that anti-vaxx message he couldn't do on NBC. HuffPo totally Tweeted about Dan Harmon's "long monologue" and Dan totally read it out loud. Gillian Jacobs totally kept interrupting everyone and Jim Rash totally put her in time-out. I totally told Jim Rash I loved The Descendants and The Way Way Back, and Aprotim totally cheered for my very existence but tried to pass it off as enthusiasm for the movies. I totally asked Dan Harmon how they keep a consistent narrative when they jump genres every week, and Dan Harmon totally doesn't know. They totally blow their own minds. Two Human Beings totally tried to ask a question. Helen was totally Catwoman. I totally ran into mycenae on her way out of Ballroom 20 because we always find each other every year without fail even though we never plan it. The shrieking of the Teen Wolf fandom totally made my ears bleed. The Teen Wolf Q&A line totally formed so quickly that the fandom should totally be harnessed as a source of energy. A girl totally broke down crying talking to Dylan O'Brien and he totally came down to give her his placard and a hug. Jonathan Ross was totally a good moderator in comparison to the several terrible moderators for previous panels. Bryan Fuller totally considers himself and his crew "Thomas Harris mash-up DJs." Chilton is totally not dead. I totally thanked Caroline Dhavernas and Bryan Fuller for Jaye Tyler and said that Jaye Tyler was my Ravenstag and Caroline Dhavernas totally said, "Aw." I totally asked Bryan Fuller if anime had influenced the style of Hannibal and it totally had. I totally got a Wonderfalls shirt and a wax lion and a signed Hannibal poster for asking a question. Raul Esparza totally tried to match his face on the screen with a woman wearing a Raul Esparza mask. The Hannibal panel was overall totally amazing with totally hilarious and insightful Q&A. I totally cloned myself. Jackson Lanzing totally introduced me to his Boom! editor and welcomed me to the wide wide world of writers. I totally geeked out about Korra with Noelle Stevenson. I totally met Carrie Sessarego, who is totally going to write an introduction to my first published short story. Cinnamon lemonade is totally a thing that exists. I totally finally met Tonya's sister Rebecca at Nerd HQ. Aprotim and I totally climbed a skyscraper for reals. I totally listened to Linkin Park from the gate.
I totally wanted to grab Discount Armageddon from a girl and get Seanan to sign it for her. I totally got my signing tickets from Image with no problem thanks to Seanan's ~*disability privilege*~. I totally bought Rae a variant Ghostbusters print from Gallery 1988, acquired a poster tube, and shipped it to her because I am totally a Comic-Con Favor Ninja. Brian K. Vaughan is totally super nice. He totally has a childhood friend named Sunil Patel and he totally wrote a message in my Y: The Last Man trade and called me his pal. He totally destroyed my theory that he was responsible for the Lost team negotiating an end date when he arrived. Matt Fraction totally recognized me from Twitter and said he liked my e-presence. Chip Zdarsky totally felt me up for our picture. I totally met Hal Lublin a.k.a. Steve Carlsberg. I totally lost Gloom but I will totally be in Tigermonkey's triumphant vlog of our game. Thumbelisa is totally having an affair with Mister Giggles. We totally consulted Keith Baker himself on a rules question. Discovering her through the Machine of Death podcast recordings is totally Nika Harper's favorite origin story. John Scalzi totally gave me a high five for selling my first story. You should totally make it a Scalzi Summer. Patrick Rothfuss was totally there. Jeffrey Cranor totally said it was nice to see me but I totally did not know there was a huge line for the Night Vale signing. I totally walked right into the Fiona Staples panel. Fiona Staples's favorite color is totally yellow. Brian K. Vaughan totally asks Fiona Staples what creatures and worlds she would like to draw and whether there should be more jokes. I totally ran into Greg van Eekhout in Sails Pavilion and met his wife. He totally introduced me as That Guy Who Spoke Out About That Nebulas Panel. I totally waited in the Marvel merch line again to get sophia_helix a female Thor tumbler. A man totally wanted a men's female Thor shirt to show his support and I totally handed him a Women Destroy Science Fiction postcard. I totally walked all the way to the Manchester Grand Hyatt and up four floors to get totally awesome Hannibal swag: an exclusive DVD sleeve and soundtrack sampler. I totally chatted with some attendees and gave them Comic-Con tips and my card. One girl was totally impressed with the stripes on the back. My traditional Asian fusion dinner with Erin totally continued the tradition of good food and bad service. I totally went to the Hilton Bayfront to see Greg van Eekhout and other writers and instead totally found the post-Eisners crowd. Amy Dallen is totally embarrassed that the origin story of our friendship involves her cutting in line. I just totally chilled with Matt Fraction like we were buds and he totally introduced me to someone. Brian K. Vaughan totally said it was nice to see me again and shook my hand. Cecil Castelluci totally remembered meeting me at that same panel where I met Margaret Dunlap and Sarah Watson and other Middlefolk. Matt Fraction totally noticed when I looked like my Twitter icon. Gabriel Bá and Fabio Moon were totally there too. I totally told Kelly Sue DeConnick that I loved her WDSF interview and I liked her as a person. I totally introduced Dahlia to Brian K. Vaughan. Fiona Staples totally thanked me for sitting through the Eisners even though I didn't. Dahlia totally knows Amy Dallen. Noelle Stevenson totally waved to me out on the dark balcony.
I totally got in line way too early for Room 7AB but totally got a front-row seat. Dahlia totally caught up on the last three issues of Saga in preparation for the panel. A kid totally asked to borrow my Saga #21 to catch up himself. Dahlia totally knew that kid's mom. I totally met Greg Weisman and said I was a huge Gargoyles fan. Sherri L. Smith was totally awesome on the Diversity in Genre Lit panel and now I totally want to read Orleans. Gene Luen Yang totally said that even if you don't care about diversity on a political or social level, you should totally care about it on a craft level because you can totally tell more interesting stories. Brent Spiner totally pretended to be Matthew McCounaghey and did the Data head tilt. We totally saw a cute robot named Jimmy and were totally advised not to download the World Domination app. Robots totally run on the Robot Operating System (ROS). Daniel H. Wilson totally mused on whatever is nukier than a nuke. Fiona Staples totally spoiled the last three issues of Saga ten minutes into the panel. Brian K. Vaughan and Fiona Staples totally give each other credit where credit is due and maybe even when credit is not due. I totally asked Brian K. Vaughan and Fiona Staples about the challenges of writing Hazel. An older woman across the aisle wearing a Lying Cat shirt was totally excited to see another person wearing a Lying Cat shirt, and a man at that. I totally gave no shits about the Endgame panel but it was totally bullshit that James Frey was on the panel and his co-writer was in the audience. The Strong Female Characters panel was not totally transcendent but I totally enjoyed it. Fiona Staples totally designed a robot groin that looked too much like a vagina. Sara Mayhew totally defended the aspects of Bella Swann that appealed to young girls but totally wanted a more fleshed-out character. My Twitter friend Hallie totally saved me a sweet spot in the Daniel H. Wilson line. Daniel H. Wilson totally did not guarantee my safety from the sentient robots but he totally gave me a free copy of Robogenesis. Seth Green totally passed us. It was totally Hallie's first celebrity sighting. I totally thanked Jim Cheung for Kate Bishop. I totally met Janet K. Lee, artist of The Wonderland Alphabet, which is totally becoming my default baby gift the way Gloom is totally my default wedding gift. I totally saw Lamb for the first time in years. Two girls I met at the Veronica Mars Fan Event last year were totally in the Rob Thomas signing line. Rob totally gave me real-life congratulations on my first sale. I totally talked about my first experience with the Machine of Death game with David Malki ! I totally got five separate Hacktivist autographs on five separate occasions. I totally ran into Tavis on my way out of the convention center. Olivia totally rocked that pink wig. Royal India is totally becoming somewhat of a Comic-Con tradition. Carrie and Doc and Olivia and I totally maybe had dinner next to the Black Ranger. I totally had a celebratory milkshake at Ghirardelli. Margaret totally declared my suggestion of the collective noun "a jackass of Hitlers" to be the quality of wit she would expect from a published writer. I was totally too tired to go to SlamCon.
I totally had crunchy French toast for breakfast. I totally had an even easier time getting tickets for the Image signing and totally made it to the Marvel merch line before they capped it. I totally got the autograph of a security guard. I totally waited over ninety minutes to get a Captain America hoodie for a friend. Maya totally told Brian K. Vaughan and Fiona Staples that I got her into Saga. Brian K. Vaughan totally said, "Sunil! Hey!" and signed my first Saga trade with "Your pal." An adorable kid totally asked Pseudonymous Bosch if that was his real name. I totally got an ARC of Bad Magic just for waiting in line for the signing. I totally told Pseudonymous Bosch the story of how I discovered his books and he was totally hipster cool about it. Jules Rivera was totally awesome on the Superheroines: Power, Responsibility, and Representation panel and now I totally want to read Valkyrie Squad. The panel was totally half women of color. Dr. Andrea Letamendi totally turned the American Ninja Warrior story into a metaphor for women's struggles. I totally told them it was one of the best panels at the con. Stephen Blackmoore totally said, "Hey, I know that guy!" when he saw me. A man totally turned to me and asked if I was Sunil Patel, and it was totally one of my Genius Loci TOCmates. I totally almost missed meeting Stephen Blackmoore but we were glad to confirm that we were both real people. I totally found Kate at the Disney/Hyperion booth and bothered her until too many people wanted to buy books. I totally saved her a seat in 6DE for the Harry Potter fan panel. Mark totally found about Mallory Ortberg's "Harry Potter and the Philosophies of Objectivism" and read from it right there. Mark totally thanked me for getting him to meet Mallory on his birthday. The panel totally became 100% about Ronbledore for a few minutes. Maya totally showed off her shirt. Mark was totally afraid Helen was going to ask him a trolly question but we totally left that up to Maya, who totally asked whether, if Harry went to Detroit City, he would be with Batman or Robocop. Mark totally did not answer the question. One of the panelists totally used to follow me on LiveJournal. I totally ate a chocolate pie from a Mark Does Stuff person dressed as Ned the Piemaker. I totally invited this stranger and non-stranger Helen up to my room and to dinner. We totally marveled at a man's ability to pack seven dolls into one box and have it not cost seven times the shipping for one doll. I totally payed $9.75 to ship home a free poster. Mojo Jojo and his robot minions were totally Irish stepping in the Irish pub. Olivia totally said I would be punished. Seanan and Olivia totally plotted to murder me. That night they totally smothered me with pillows.
Hallie totally sat behind Seanan and Olivia and me on our flight home.
Current Mood: stressed
Current Music: Dido - See You When You're 40
July 20th, 2014
|11:00 am - Revolutionary Girl Utena? More Like Fence Fence Revolution!|
I was first recommended Revolutionary Girl Utena after watching Princess Tutu (obligatory PRINCESS TUTU IS THE BEST OMG) seven years ago, and I've been wanting to watch it ever since! While I wasn't able to watch it to follow along with Mark Watches Utena, I was put on a Worldcon panel about feminism and magical girls so now watching it became research.
When Utena Tenjou was a little girl, she met a prince, and the prince gave her a ring and told her to be noble, and she decided that when she grew up, she was going to be a prince. Not a princess, a prince. Now, as a teenager, she's at Ohtori Academy, and she discovers that her ring marks her as a Duelist, like the members of the Student Council, who duel for possession of the Rose Bride, Anthy Hememiya, who, as they have been told by "End of the World" (whatever or whoever the fuck that is), will grant them the power to bring revolution to the world.
You guys, this is the first episode.
On a superficial level, Utena is confusing and repetitive. Literally minutes of every episode are taken up with reused sequences either leading up to duels or transformations during duels—or, later...other things. Episodes begin to feel incredibly formulaic, designed to be written around these plots, and character motivations can feel muddled, more like "Welp, this character has not yet dueled Utena, so let's give them a very flimsy reason to do so" rather than anything approaching actual human feelings. Also, a great deal of what is shown onscreen makes so little sense it's unclear whether it's even real, from random kangaroos to, well, anything that happens in the dueling arena.
But Utena, like a lot of anime, speaks in metaphors and symbolism and emotions: deeper, emotional truths take priority over logic. I don't normally see subtext but this is the most homoerotic anime I have ever seen, a show where the subtext is practically text. At times, I wasn't even sure non-incestuous heterosexuality existed in this world. Oh, yes, homoerotic subtext, incestuous subtext, there is a lot of subtext here. There's bizarre sexual tension between siblings like it's not even weird. Sometimes the men just lie around with pretty hair and bare chests because that's what real men do, I guess. And this is a high school show so of course HORMONES, everyone is fucking. As a result, a lot of characters are driven by jealousy and competition for men or women, and it's simply turned up to anime levels. There is a lot going on about gender and sexuality, and the general theme is basically FUCK THE PATRIARCHY, as Utena consistently rejects traditional gender roles, from choosing to be a prince to wearing the boys' uniform at school. Roses symbolize lust, there are phallic symbols everywhere, who even knows how much meaning is really buried in this show beneath all the fucked-up manipulation and deceit.
It took me a while to really get into the series, and it probably wasn't until more than halfway through that I really got into it, as the plot began to thicken in more and more incoherent and coherent ways. And while I wasn't entirely satisfied by the ending, I think it's more a matter of my not having properly followed the story. Which is difficult to follow. Revolutionary Girl Utena is a challenging show, but with its strong focus on character relationships—particularly between Utena and Anthy—and thematics, it's ultimately rewarding.
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Current Music: Howling Bells - Slowburn
July 15th, 2014
|11:37 pm - Comic-Con Condensation Collation Capitulation!|
Maybe I can be more prepared than last year! Or maybe not.
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As usual, once I find out signings, everything will get EVEN WORSE, and I don't really know what should be green and red. I made some things red just to mock myself. In any case, let's see if I can have a fun, not too stressful time! I am going to get to see a lot of friends and meet people from the Internet!!
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Current Music: Frou Frou - Breathe In
June 23rd, 2014
June 19th, 2014
|10:32 pm - Orange Is the New Black? More Like Red Is the New White!|
Once again, the Internet was right: Orange Is the New Black is fucking fantastic. Mixing the cheeky humor of Weeds with the prison drama of Oz, it creates something fresh and original (based on a memoir).
Everything's going great for Piper Chapman: she's white, she's blonde, she's pretty, she's well off, she's engaged, she's arrested, wait, hold up, that's not supposed to happen. Just like that, a torrid lesbian relationship with a drug runner comes back to haunt her, and she's sentenced to a year in a women's prison in Litchfield. Piper is the audience's POV character, a fish out of water, and she is our gateway to a cast unlike any other on television: women, women, women, of all colors and sizes and backgrounds. White women, black women, Latina women, Chinese woman, Japanese-Scottish woman, transwoman, it's basically unreal. I loved how different everyone looked, not just from the usual women you see on television but also from each other. And even better, they sounded different; so many different (literal) voices on this show, from Morello's hybrid East Coast accent to Miss Claudette's authoritarian Caribbean accent, from Yoga Jones's Patty Mayonnaise voice to Miss Rosa's husky voice.
Although the show is ostensibly Piper's story, it's the stories surrounding her that are the most compelling. And there are so many because everyone has one. Todd VanDerWerff calls Orange Is the New Black one of the most empathetic shows in the history of television, and he's right: this show cares about its characters. Everyone is a person, for better or for worse. Through flashbacks, we learn how the characters ended up in prison, and many—perhaps too many—are victims of circumstance, committing crimes to get out of a bad situation, usually for love, familial or romantic. The show does not absolve them of guilt or responsibility, but, again, it empathizes with them. Even the few male characters, most of whom are pretty terrible people, are drawn well enough that we understand why they're terrible and, in some cases, even feel the teensiest bit bad for them. In the end, nearly everyone's story boils down to a story of identity: who are you? Who were you out of prison? Who are you in prison? Which is the real you? And what kind of power does it give you to answer that question?
I could wax rhapsodic about how much I love all the characters, about how Taystee is the best because she loves Harry Potter, about how Crazy Eyes lives up to her name but isn't just a joke, about how I have never seen an episode of television like the one focused on Sophia, a transwoman. I could marvel at how intricately plotted the show is, especially in its second season, where multiple character arcs interweave and converge upon each other. I could point out the major flaw, which is Larry, Piper's fiancé, who is supposed to be our eyes on the outside to show what Piper is missing, how the world moves on without her, but instead makes us wish the show would get back to Litchfield already.
I could do all of these things, but you've got 26 episodes on Netflix sitting right there, waiting to be watched.
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Current Music: Jets Overhead - Blue Is Red
April 27th, 2014
|09:36 pm - The Dresden Files? More Like Wizard Detective, Dear Viewer!|
I love The Dresden Files, the book series, but I had not heard many good things about The Dresden Files, the TV series, even though it was the reason I first heard of the book series. But some people did like it, so I wanted to check it out.
My first reaction, of course, was EVERYTHING IS WRONG WHY DID THEY CHANGE ALL THIS AAAARGH. The basic premise of the series remains: Harry Dresden, Chicago's only professional wizard, consults with the police department to solve cases involving the supernatural. But most of the details have been altered. Instead of wielding a rune-covered staff, Dresden wields a...hockey stick. Instead of being a crass, wisecracking talking skull, Bob is an occasionally crass, mostly proper British ghost who lives in a skull. And so on and so forth. Backstories, names, personalities: changed! They do make two notable changes to increase the racial diversity of the series, though: Lieutenant Murphy becomes Latina and Morgan becomes black. (Sadly, one of the few characters in the book series who is not white becomes white in the TV series, but since she's only in one episode, it kind of evens out? Over centuries of white supremacy? I don't know.)
But to judge the series as an adaptation would do it an injustice. You don't have to have read the books to enjoy the series (and, in fact, you're more likely to enjoy it if you haven't). How does the show work as an urban fantasy series?
Fairly well! The show does have its hands tied by making Murphy ignorant of magic, which makes her trust in Dresden slightly mystifying, but otherwise, it's as fun as expected to watch Dresden and Murphy solve cases together, with the help of a centuries-old ghost who has a treasure trove of knowledge. I appreciated that the show made up lots of cool magical detectiving ideas that are not in the books. Dresden does face some of the same foes from the books: vampires, werewolves, bodysnatchers, etc. But most of the stories are wholly original, and they acquit themselves well, frequently doing the Supernatural thing where you spend half the episode thinking the villain is one thing when in fact you've been looking at it all wrong.
(The special effects are crap, though.)
Even though the early episodes are a bit rough, the show's main strength is its excellent cast. Paul Blackthorne nails Harry Dresden, world-weary and sarcastic, delivering dry, noir-ish voiceovers. Terrence Mann, though not the Bob of the book, is a delight every time he's onscreen. Valerie Cruz, though not the Murphy of the book, balances warmth and tough-nosed cop. Conrad Coates leaves a lasting impression as Morgan, the Warden (wizard cop) who's always cleaning up after Harry and also blames him for everything because black magic.
For about half the series, we get worldbuilding and character development, and about halfway through, continuity begins to kick in, and the series upgrades from mediocre to good. And then its last few episodes, it upgrades to really good, as it finds its voice, how best to tell stories with the characters it has in the world it's created. You guys, obviously a ghost can't die and the show still made me fear for a ghost's life. It does such a great job grounding everything that the magical elements never seem absurd or out of place, and even though it keeps things light at times, it understands that it needs real emotional stakes, and it goes for them.
The Dresden Files only lasted 12 episodes, and although it never comes close to attaining the brilliance of the book series—which has a much larger scope—it had the potential to become something very special. Thankfully, it does not end on a painful cliffhanger. I'm glad Harry Dresden got to be on television, but it's too bad he didn't set SciFi on fire. Er, in a good way.
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Current Music: Frou Frou - Shh
April 2nd, 2014
|11:02 pm - Top of the Lake? More Like Drop of the Cake!|
When I—like the rest of the Internet—got hooked on True Detective, I—like the rest of the Internet—did note the very male focus and lack of strong female characters. Oh, for a show like True Detective with a female lead! The Internet informed me that the show I sought already existed in the Emmy-nominated miniseries Top of the Lake, which I had been vaguely interested in because of Elisabeth Moss. Now I was more than vaguely interested in it.
Top of the Lake begins with a pregnant 12-year-old half-Thai girl trying to drown herself in the lake, and it doesn't get any happier from there. Tui Mitcham soon disappears, the identity of the father of her child unknown, and the search begins. Robin Griffin (Elisabeth Moss) is visiting her New Zealand hometown to spend time with her sick mother, and she takes charge of the investigation. That's right, this woman is a true detective! And every single man in this town is super skeevy. Tui's father, Matt Mitcham, is easily the most compelling, complex character in the show, a man with a strong sense of family who will do something despicable a few scenes before performing an act of kindness. Robin's boss, Al, keeps hitting on her even though she's engaged. Even Tui's half-brother, Johno, with whom Robin has a history, has this lingering sense of skeeve all over him even though he's halfway decent; it's like that fucking town has tainted him. Fuck the patriarchy, and so on.
As if to deliberately contrast with the misogyny entrenched in Laketop, an enigmatic woman named GJ (Holly Hunter) sets up a commune for women on the outskirts of town called Paradise. They live in trailers and walk around naked and talk about their feelings. Boy, do they ever walk around naked. One thing that's cool about Top of the Lake is that everyone looks like a regular person. They're not all movie-star hot, and with the exception of the actual sex scenes, the show parades around non-sexualized nude bodies like it's completely normal. The group of women are mildly developed, only one or two getting real characterization, the most memorable being, of course, GJ, who is also the show's biggest misstep. She never makes any goddamn sense, she speaks completely in non sequiturs, and Holly Hunter's performance is, frankly, bizarre. She should be a female Rust Cohle and instead she's...who even knows what she is.
Like True Detective, however, it has a unified voice—every episode is written by Jane Campion and Gerard Lee—and directorial vision—every episode is directed by Jane Campion and/or Garth Davis. The cinematography provides atmosphere. This isn't Middle Earth New Zealand, though; it's more about desolate mountains and sparkling lakes than lush forests with talking trees. I haven't seen any of Campion's films, but her storytelling style here is understated to an almost baffling degree. Huge moments are not highlighted, episodes often end on a downbeat with no hook, scenes play out with no apparent relevance. It's the kind of the show that will put a massive plot twist at the beginning of an episode instead of at the end of the previous episode. It's not the sort of storytelling I'm used to, and I found it hard to engage with for a while. Halfway through, however, I became much more invested, and the second half has more momentum, leading to a hell of a finale.
Top of the Lake ought to come with a bucketload of trigger warnings (the premise itself implies rape/child abuse), and critics more eloquent than I have talked about the show's portrayal of rape culture. There's much more to the show than its central mystery, but to be honest, I would be less positive about the show if the mystery resolution hadn't been satisfying (instead it makes little clues scattered throughout the series all fall into place, which is how I like it). Overall, I found the show to be a little too meandering and obtuse, but it was incredibly refreshing to watch a show with so many interesting, well-rounded female characters. Robin is not always sympathetic, but Elisabeth Moss shows us all the sides of her, however ugly they may be. The same goes for Peter Mullan, who plays Matt Mitcham. In conclusion, this show is pretty fucked-up.
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Current Music: Jay-Z vs. Nena - 99 Luft Problems
February 23rd, 2014
|08:46 pm - Baccano!? More Like The Unkillables!|
Certain combinations of words pique your interest. Zombie dinosaurs. Guitar ninjas. Plane golem. So allow me to introduce you to Baccano! with the following two words:
Sold? Good, that was easy. But I'll continue. "Baccano" means "ruckus" in Italian, and, my God, is there ever a ruckus in this series. There are ruckuses. Rucki. Ruckus, ruckus, everywhere. The fantastic opening credits set the scene with a raucous, jazzy tune that takes you through the introductions of 17 characters. Not all of them are hugely significant, and not all significant characters in the series get introductions. But notice how the scenes transition fluidly from one to the other, through the simplest of connections. The interconnectedness of these characters' lives is at the heart of Baccano!
In fact, the series begins with two characters discussing who the main character of the story is. Whose story is it? The story focuses mostly on the years 1930, 1931, and 1932, centering on the hijacking of a train from Chicago to New York. How did the characters end up on that train? What did they do on it? What did they do afterward? With so many characters who all have their own agendas, how do you choose the "main" character? Isn't everyone the main character in their own story? Of note, the title of the first episode is "The Vice President Doesn't Say Anything about the Possibility of Him Being the Main Character." All the titles are like that. It's wonderful.
The first episode of the series makes no goddamn sense at all: it drops you into the world and into the story with no safety net. Clearly, this story is about warring gangster families. It also appears to be about immortals. Whatever happened on that train, it was bad. It shows you the aftermath and then tells you what happened.
In glorious, non-linear fashion. Baccano! adapts a series of light novels—each of which detail what happens to the characters in one year—by putting chronology into a blender. It jumps from 1930 to 1932 to 1931 with sheer audacity, sometimes cluing you in with a year card but most of the time expecting you to recognize what time period it is based on the circumstances. A scene will begin in one episode and continue five episodes later. A scene from one episode may be put into context three episodes later. It does have some mercy on the viewer, though, and tells most of each individual story in chronological order, but sometimes one character's story in 1930 will intersect with another character's story in 1930, and it turns out that one was before or the other, or vice-versa. It's not as confusing as I'm making it sound! It's very skillfully done.
None of this would matter, however, if the characters weren't so endearing. Sure, nearly all of them are thieves, bombers, murderers, or the like, but you still root for them. Even the psychotic killers have layers! Seriously, I was honestly surprised how much I liked some of the characters so full of wanton bloodlust that essentially no one was safe around them. Of course, to balance them out, you have the Bonnie-and-Clyde-esque comic-relief duo, Isaac and Miria, who are THE ABSOLUTE BEST because they are beyond naive and have no idea what the hell they've stumbled into, but, by God, they're going to make things right. By stealing. Throw in an explosives expert and a guy with a badass sword tattoo and a bounty on his head. How about a new initiate into the mob? Here's a mysterious young child. Who is that woman in fatigues? So many characters, you guys. But as we move backward and forward through time, we learn more about who they are and why they are. Wait, I didn't even mention the silent woman with the knives! So many characters, you guys.
For me, one reason I loved the characters so much was because of the dub, which is one of the most highly acclaimed dubs I've heard of, where even people who normally watch subs were recommending the dub. And I heartily endorse that course of action because this dub is so good it makes me want to watch more dubs. The dub director watched tons of gangster movies portraying the Prohibition era in order to get the right feel for the dialogue, and the voice actors use period accents, which helps bring the setting to life, not to mention distinguish the characters from different countries and cities.
Baccano! is a hell of a lot of fun, and I love the theme of interconnectedness that pervades the narrative. Some of these characters start off in completely different worlds and then end up becoming friends. Some of them do things that have unforeseen consequences for people they never meet. It's a bit overstuffed and could have used one or two fewer plots, but I really enjoyed trying to piece together the story, constantly being surprised and learning new things about the characters. It's bold storytelling that requires the viewer to put in some work, but it's a rewarding experience.
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Current Music: Lorde - Team
February 9th, 2014
|10:49 pm - Dead Set? More Like Red Wet!|
After loving Black Mirror, I figured it was time to finally check out Charlie Brooker's zombie miniseries, which I'd heard good things about. The premise? Zombie apocalypse at the Big Brother house.
The series begins on Eviction Night, but what no one knows is that all of humanity is about to be evicted. I've never seen Big Brother, so I'm sure I missed lots of in-jokes (past members of the show [the UK version, obvs] guest starred, for instance), but everyone knows the basic idea: put a bunch of diverse personalities in a house and watch them yell at each other and hook up. And you've got everyone from a drag queen to a Scottish nitwit. Plus DS Ripley from Luther! Even though the characters are mostly stock types, the cast make them feel real and worth caring about, except for the Scottish nitwit, who remains annoying and insufferable. On the other side, we have the asshole producer and a plucky PA, among others. Plus, even more on the outside, the plucky PA's boyfriend (an Indian guy, because Indian guys appear on British shows with far greater frequency than they do in American shows). It's somewhat of a spoiler to even make note of the key characters since it implies they survive the zombie uprising, but it's fairly obvious they're going to be important from the outset.
Once nearly everyone is dead, it's time to survive! Good thing they have this big house to hole up in while Yorick tries to find out if his girlfriend is alive and go see her. It becomes a fairly typical zombie narrative, really: someone gets bit, someone makes a supply run, people die, you have to kill your friends, and so on. It's nothing we haven't seen before. The Big Brother element is cute, and while it does add an element of satire, it wasn't as prevalent as I expected. Yes, these people don't really matter, nor does their fame, and now nothing matters, so what was it all for?
I think my favorite thing about Dead Set is that the main character is a woman, honestly, because that's rare in zombie stories (and stories in general, of course, but that's another matter). I like that she goes from fetching coffee to essentially being the person in charge because the Big Brother residents recognize her as an authority figure because she is the only person they know from outside the house. She is the one with the most sense, although the contestants do display more sense than they might be given credit for based on footage. And, of course, any interpersonal conflicts do carry on even though people are being eaten. Kelly's got to hold them all together.
Although the first episode is an hour, the other four are a half-hour each, so the miniseries is even more mini than usual. I don't think I've seen a half-hour drama before, but Brooker makes the format work, largely because it's a miniseries, so each half-hour installment is a piece of the larger story. I thought Dead Set would be more engaging and compelling, based on its reputation, but it is a solid zombie story with frenetic gore and some black humor.
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Current Music: Sohodolls - Bang Bang Bang Bang
February 2nd, 2014
|07:53 pm - Black Mirror? More Like Quack Peerer!|
A few months ago, I suddenly could not escape mentions of this show called Black Mirror; I'm pretty sure they were all in Entertainment Weekly. It wasn't even a new show! It premiered in December 2011 and wrapped its second season in February 2013. Why EW started talking about it, I don't know, but I'm very glad they did.
Black Mirror is a British sci-fi anthology series most frequently compared to The Twilight Zone, although a more apt comparison would be The Outer Limits, given the hourlong format and focus on science fiction. Each season has three episodes, and each one is distinct, with no connections between them, not even cast. What ties them all together is their near-future settings and examinations of our relationship with technology: the titular black mirror is the screen we peer into, be it a television, a computer, or a smartphone.
All that I had heard was true. Black Mirror is fantastic. It's emotional, intelligent, thought-provoking sci-fi with a richness of character and sharp, satirical wit that isn't found in most sci-fi movies today, let alone television. Black Mirror is fucking brutal, but it hurts so good. Each episode is terrifyingly plausible; as creator Charlie Brooker says, "they're all about the way we live now – and the way we might be living in 10 minutes' time if we're clumsy." Each episode forces you to think about who we are and where our society is headed.
Because each episode is entirely self-contained, part of the fun for me was not knowing what each episode was about. What the premise was, what the world was like, what kind of story I was going to be told. I've given this show my endorsement already, so if that's enough, fire up your client of choice (I don't know of any legal way to watch it online, although the first season is about to be released on DVD for $30, which is an absurd price for three hourlong episodes). If you need a little more convincing, let's dig into the six individual episodes.
"The National Anthem" is an odd start for the series, as it's the least sci-fi of the lot. It does, however, set the expectation that this series is going to go to some dark, fucked-up places: a princess is kidnapped—wow, this sounds more like a fairy tale—and the kidnapper's demand is for the Prime Minister to go on live television and commit an unthinkable act. The episode looks at the interplay between the media, social media, and politics, the power that public perception can have on political decisions. It's one of the more exciting, action-packed episodes.
"Fifteen Million Merits," a supersized episode, creates a dystopian future where reality shows rule. I had mixed feelings about the worldbuilding in this episode because it wasn't entirely clear to me how the world at large functioned like this, but I loved the way the episode slowly unfolds and lets you, the viewer, figure out how it works. It's meticulously constructed, down to the small details, and it's quite marvelous how fully realized it feels for a television episode (this is true of all Black Mirror episodes, but this one in particular requires a lot of sets and effects and such, as it's the one that least resembles our present). It feels more satirical than a realistic look at the future, but that doesn't lessen the emotional impact. (The main characters are played by Posh Kenneth from Skins and Lady Sybil from Downton Abbey; I never recognized actors from their other roles in this show because they were so different here.)
"The Entire History of You" is the show's best-known episode, thanks to Robert Downey, Jr., who bought the movie rights. In the future, people have an implant that records all their memories for easy access and playback. Certainly, there are many ways to tell a story with this technology—the movie will purportedly be a detective story—but Black Mirror chooses to examine how it affects human relationships. How does the ability to replay your job interview over and over affect how you feel about it? How does the ability to replay every single conversation you have ever had with your girlfriend affect her ability to fudge what she actually said? In the beginning of the episode, a seed of jealousy is planted, and it grows and escalates and mutates, all thanks to this wonderful technology. In the age of Google Glass, this is a must-watch.
"Be Right Back" is the most emotionally wrenching episode of the series, a meditation on grief and loss as well as a comment on online identity vs. personal identity. A woman loses her husband and is put into contact with a service that allows her to communicate with an artificially intelligent reconstruction of him. What I love about this episode is that she is always completely aware that the A.I. is not her husband; it's not that kind of story. The A.I. is alien and offputting, able to fake humanity only to a certain point, and it's one of the more interesting portrayals of A.I. I've seen. Even though she knows it's not really him, she can't let it/him go. Two fantastic performances in this episode—Black Mirror has consistently great acting, but this episode is a standout. I didn't even realize they were Peggy Carter and Bill Weasley until the end.
"White Bear" opens with a woman waking up in a room with no idea who she is or how she got there, and then she's being chased by a man who's trying to kill her. A classic setup. The Black Mirror twist is that not only is a man trying to kill her, but no one helps her because they're too busy taking pictures with their smartphones. She's trapped in a horror story that she doesn't understand, and neither do we, until we do, and holy shit. As in "Fifteen Million Merits," the worldbuilding strains plausibility a bit, but it makes an effective point. Plus, it features the delightfully named Tuppence Middleton. And Tyres from Spaced!
"The Waldo Moment" is generally regarded to be the weakest episode of the series, and I agree. It goes back to the political bent of "The National Anthem," this time using a raunchy animated bear character named Waldo to satirize the public's relationship with politics. Waldo appears on a comedy talk show (like The Daily Show, but British), and he begins to have a significant influence on a political race as the public embraces his no-nonsense, crude persona. Of course, Waldo is performed by a comedian with assistance from his producer: he's not real. But the public will take someone who's upfront about their not being real over a two-faced politician. As in most Black Mirror episodes, a small idea escalates over the course of the story, but it doesn't quite work in this one, and the ending isn't very satisfying. But it does feature Edmure Tully from Game of Thrones.
As you can see, Black Mirror tells very different stories about very different characters, including significant roles for women. It's only six episodes, with at least two more episodes coming in a third season, thankfully. If you are a fan of science fiction, you need to watch this.
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Current Music: Freezepop - Manipulate
January 22nd, 2014
December 18th, 2013
|11:26 pm - Hannibal? More Like Vodka Crannibal!|
Who could blame people for not expecting much from Hannibal? After all, the idea sprung from the production company as a way to keep the franchise alive; surely it would be a shitty show coasting on brand recognition for viewership. No one much liked the post-Silence of the Lambs movies anyway, so no one was asking for this television show. Yes, it was Bryan Fuller, but he's known for quirky humor, not exactly the person you'd think of to run a show about a cannibalistic serial killer. Then again, it was Bryan Fuller, and he's known for blackly comic portrayals of death.
Imagine everyone's surprise when it turned out Hannibal was FUCKING AMAZING.
Hannibal shows us Hannibal in his best days, when he was—as Fuller puts it—a practicing cannibal and a practicing psychiatrist. He has patients who come to him to discuss their problems, and then he probably eats the annoying ones. The show knows that we know who Hannibal Lecter really is, even though the characters don't, and it has way too much fun with the dramatic irony inherent in the premise. The characters only see the surface—the elegant, refined gourmand with a keen sense of style and presentation—and they trust his judgment, never hearing our screams of "HIS NAME RHYMES WITH CANNIBAL" and "THE [INSERT FOOD HERE] IS PEOPLE!" The show is so winky-winky about Hannibal's darker side that—even though we know it's coming—it actually comes as a shock when it becomes explicit. Mads Mikkelsen does not ape Anthony Hopkins's iconic performance at all, not only because it would be distracting but also because it would make no sense. Hopkins played Hannibal Lecter exposed, incarcerated—Mikkelsen is playing Hannibal concealed, free. He puts on his person suit and only we, the viewers, can see through the thin veneer of humanity he projects.
FBI profiler Will Graham, then, complements Hannibal. Whereas Hannibal has no empathy, Will has pure empathy, a fictional condition—with a scientific basis—that allows him to get inside of the minds of serial killers. Unfortunately, they get inside him a little too. In some of the most unsettling sequences in the show, we see Will reenact the murders, and it's sometimes hard to see where the killer ends and Will begins. "STOP KILLING PEOPLE WILL GRAHAM" became my constant refrain and—to my utter delight—it also became his character arc. Unlike Hannibal, who is confident in his identity and kills without abandon, Will Graham must battle his darker impulses for fear of turning into the very killers he hunts. Continuing the dramatic irony, Will seems creepier than Hannibal because he doesn't try to hide anything; his emotions are written all over his face. Hugh Dancy gives him a vulnerability that makes you want to give the poor guy a hug, but he also feels dangerous, always a step away from pulling the trigger at the wrong moment.
And I haven't even mentioned the authoritative Jack Crawford (Laurence Fishburne, who in one scene destroyed me completely with just his face), Will's boss/friend (like Will has any friends); the underused Alana Bloom (Caroline Dhavernas, playing the complete opposite of Jaye Tyler), Will's colleague/friend (like Will has any friends); the mysterious Bedelia Du Maurier (Gillian Anderson, icy cool), Hannibal's psychiatrist/friend (like Hannibal has any friends); the wily Freddie Lounds (Lara Jean Chorostecki, wonderfully amoral), a tabloid blogger and force of chaos; and the delightful members of the Behavioral Analysis Unit, who provide much of the comic relief. There are no weak links on this show.
Beyond the fantastic cast, however, the show looks and sounds like nothing else on television. Although it may have the trappings of a procedural show, with a new serial killer every week, Fuller thinks of it as a horror show, and the mood and atmosphere reflect that. With Breaking Bad off the air, Hannibal will become the most cinematographically interesting show on the air. Not only does Will's headspace allow for dreamlike, nightmarish visions but also the shot composition in general has a sense of aesthetics, from the intricately arranged food to the gruesome but beautiful tableaux of corpses. The music—the entire sound design—is designed to creep you the fuck out; composer Brian Reitzell strives to create new sounds, sounds you've never heard before so that they exist as aural wallpaper. But he also uses classical music when appropriate, a symbol of Hannibal's refined tastes.
Hannibal makes all my neurons fire on OH FUCK. For 43 minutes my whole body is OH FUCK. It examines mortality and death and killing, why we do it, what makes a person do it, what it means for a person's identity and sense of self to take a life, whether killing makes one a killer, whether helping kill makes one a killer. It looks at human connections, what keeps us apart and brings us together. It asks what makes a monster like Hannibal Lecter do the things he does and what keeps Will Graham from becoming a monster like him.
It's visually and aurally stunning. It's gorgeous and gory. It's unnerving and brutal. It's far, far too good for network TV. The first season, though not without its flaws, is exquisitely constructed, with such narrative density and character mirroring and parallels. It's an absolute marvel how all the themes and symbols and recurring images and lines come together in the end. Bryan Fuller is a goddamn genius, and I am ready for a second helping.
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December 8th, 2013
|11:33 pm - The West Wing? More Like The Best Thing!|
I have been wanting to watch The West Wing for years. I loved Sports Night, and The West Wing was considered Aaron Sorkin's magnum opus, consistently appearing on lists of the Best Television Shows of All Time, both critically and personally. It was a huge part of popular culture, but it was also a massive undertaking! Seven seasons, 156 episodes, the longest show I'd ever mainlined. It took me ten months to get through it all, but, honestly, I could have done it much faster had I actually quit life as I wanted to from the moment I started.
The West Wing, though it appears to be a non-genre show, is, in fact, a fantasy. It follows the administration of Democratic President Jed Bartlet, who is a good man who truly wants to improve the country, and he is magically able to effect a positive change with the help of his staff. Leo McGarry, his BFF and Chief of Staff, the stern Daddy to his warm Mommy, who tells him what he needs to hear, not what he wants to hear. Josh Lyman, Deputy Chief of Staff, wheels and deals Littlefinger-style to make policies happen. Toby Ziegler, Communications Director, hates everything but that's only because he holds humanity to a higher standard than it lives up to. Sam Seaborn, Deputy Communications Director, writes beautifully because of his incredible idealism, a trait that pervades the show in general. CJ Cregg, Press Secretary, liaises between the administration and the press, forced to field the tough questions and deliver a strong, consistent message. Charlie Young, the President's Aide, provides a useful Everyman perspective to Bartlet. Donna Moss, Josh's assistant, provides a useful Everywoman perspective to Josh. And Mandy? Fuck Mandy.
I love this show because it believes in a government that can get things done. Any obstacles—usually Republicans—can be overcome with negotiation, compromise, and the occasional stunt. All of Sorkin's shows are about people who are both incredibly competent and extremely passionate about their jobs: they never work a day in their lives because they love what they do. As such, I admire his characters for their drive and sense of purpose. They are committed to doing good, and we can root for them to get that tax passed, to shoot down that bill with a horrible rider, to something something politics. (Many times, I could not follow the intricacies of the politics, domestic or international, but I trusted that the characters knew what they were doing and the music would tell me how to feel about it.)
I love this show because behind all the witty repartee and walking-and-talking, behind the bravura tracking shots and eloquent monologues are living, breathing, multifaceted people. Although their jobs are their lives, they do have histories, and the show explores what makes them tick. What kind of a man chooses to become leader of the free world? What makes Josh walk so fast? What are Donna's aspirations? The cast, uniformly excellent, rises to the task and imbues the characters with dramatic weight, making simple conversations as powerful and tense as any action scene.
I love this show because it gives me ALL THE FEELS. Yes, at times, it's transparently emotionally manipulative, but The West Wing makes you cry happy tears as often as it makes you cry sad tears. Thanks to its spirit of hope and faith in democracy, we feel the catharsis of success. Plus, the staff become family, and the love they share for each other manifests itself in lovely ways. But the show can also twist the knife and break your heart. One emotionally destructive episode is easily one of the finest television episodes I've ever seen, leaving me a wreck for hours afterward. When the show fires on all cylinders, its energy is palpable.
The show is not without its flaws, of course. Despite creating some fantastic female characters, Sorkin does have a sexist bent that rears its ugly head all too often. Characters often disappear with no explanation, their stories dropped. Romantic plots rarely develop well. Continuity can be haphazard.
Many fans advise new viewers to stop after the fourth season, as Sorkin left the show then, but I could not disagree more. While the fifth season is rough and transitional, without a doubt the show's worst season, seasons six and seven slyly reinvent the show and return to confident, assured storytelling.
The West Wing gives us a picture of politics as we wish it operated, an ideal to which to aspire. That it tells entertaining stories about characters we love is a bonus. I'm going to miss my politics babies.
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November 26th, 2013
|12:35 am - The Lost Memories of Lost Objects|
For the first time, I wrote for the San Francisco Olympians Festival. "The Bow" was largely inspired by my backpack's being stolen last year, and it's the most personal, emotional play I've ever written, the first one where I am every single character. I toiled over it for months, and I ended up very proud of it. I got my top choices for the two leads, and one fantastic actor for another role; I had a cast who elevated the material.
And you can watch it!
It was well received, I think. Tracy cried. Marissa was at a loss for words. And Sarose wanted to smash a glass on her face to focus on physical pain instead of emotional pain. I'd call that a success!
But the best praise ever came from my former boss:
Your play was very touching and by far the deepest of all those performed yesterday. I really appreciated the sensitive approach you took with the tool of war theme. I thought the 2 male side characters' dialogue added an interesting forced contemplation of the dialogue of the 2 female characters (archer and bow). Love, admiration, respect, longing, loss, betrayal, disappointment, death. Your play had it all.I can't even. (And if that weren't enough, the girl who played The Bow really loved the play and keeps telling me how great it is, the most recent bit being "I don't think I will ever think about these things the same way again." Which, wow.)
Someday you will be considered famous by others that don't know you. Today you are famous in the eyes of those that know and respect you.
The Ghost Brigades focuses on one of the most intriguing parts of the world John Scalzi created in Old Man's War: an elite corps of supersoldiers even more super than everyone else in the Colonial Defense Forces. They're so enhanced some people don't even consider them human. Their very existence in Old Man's War brought up interesting questions about identity and humanity, and in this excellent sequel, Scalzi takes those questions into fascinating new territory.
Jared Dirac, newest member of the Ghost Brigades, faces an intriguing identity crisis: he carries within him the consciousness of a traitor against humanity, put there in an attempt to discover his motives and secret plot. Although he may look like an adult, he is really a newborn, discovering the world and his place in it. Inevitably, of course, he must deal with the fact that there is another person inside him, which leads to an examination of many of my favorite themes. It ends up becoming a fantastic character study about Jared, who he is, and who he chooses to be.
While Old Man's War stood alone well enough, this book truly lays the groundwork for an ongoing series, as it gives us closer glimpses into the CDF and the conflicts with the various alien races. In many ways, it is an improvement over the first book: it is far more focused, with a conflict and goal established very early on that informs the actions of everyone throughout the book. Even the writing seems sharper and more polished.
The Ghost Brigades is nearly impossible to put down; I basically wanted to quit life and keep reading. It's a welcome return to an engrossing world with an incredibly likable protagonist and a favorite returning character. If Old Man's War heralded a bold new voice in science fiction, The Ghost Brigades absolutely confirms it.
I read these books back in frickin' July, so I'm just going to dump my reviews of the rest of the series here, behind spoiler-cuts, as the premises are somewhat spoilery.
[The Last Colony]The Last Colony brings John Perry back for narrating duties, now happily living in retirement with Jane Sagan and their daughter, Zoe. But just when he thinks he's out, they pull him back in! But not as a soldier: as the leader of a new colony, the ominously named Roanoke. He soon discovers there is far more to Roanoke than meets the eye, and before you know it, he's caught up in an interstellar Game of Thrones.
Unlike its more military-focused predecessors, this book provides an interesting perspective on colonization and colonists, the regular folk. But it's really more about the role of the Colonial Union as a government and representative of humanity and their place in galactic politics. What responsibility does a government hold to its constituents? How can humans coexist peacefully with so many other alien races? It tackles topics that aren't as near and dear to my heart—although Jane Sagan continues to have her share of identity issues—so I wasn't as madly in love with it. That being said, what it does, it does very well, and after a somewhat slow start, Scalzi keeps the plot moving as the fate of Roanoke hangs in the balance. Political intrigue and plot twists galore! He is writing about things I like to read about in the way I like to read about them.
While it's not quite as strong as the first two books—it seems like most of the "action" is in revelatory dialogue—it's still very engaging with good characters—both human and alien, both old and new—and it's just as hard to put down as anything else John Scalzi writes, that addictive bastard.
[Zoe"s Tale]In Zoe's Tale, a parallel novel to The Last Colony, John Scalzi retells the events from Zoe's perspective. Zoe is a likable character, and Scalzi slips into the voice of a teenage girl fairly well, so well, in fact, that it's kind of jarring to experience this universe through her eyes. In the Acknowledgments, he notes that the book was partly written to address two common complaints about The Last Colony: a dropped plot point regarding the original inhabitants of Roanoke and a portion of the book where Zoe spends a significant amount of time from the narrative. Unsurprisingly, these are the strongest and best parts of the book, the ones that make it worth reading. It's certainly no Ender's Shadow, which managed to be compelling in its own right by weaving in an original story for Bean. The vast majority of the book is either things we already knew with a bit of false suspense since we know the outcome or the life of a teenage girl. The interesting bits, however, concern Zoe's relationship to the Obin and how she reconciles her identity as a teenage girl with her status as the most important person in the universe. All in all, the book feels inessential but pretty satisfying.
[The Human Division]For The Human Division, the latest book in the Old Man's War series, John Scalzi experimented with a serialized format, piecing together thirteen stand-alone short stories into a novel. Though not entirely successful, it results in a book that may actually be more entertaining and enjoyable than The Last Colony (though not as amazing as Old Man's War or The Ghost Brigades).
With The Human Division, Scalzi puts Old Fart Harry Wilson at the forefront, a Colonial Defense Force tech geek who finds himself on a diplomatic mission as part of "the B-team": a ragtag group of misfits who aren't important enough for the good stuff but sure do have some success in unusual situations. He has a bromance with Hart Schmidt, a forlorn assistant, and his crazy ideas are frequently too much for Captain Coloma, a fierce protector, and Ambassador Abumwe, a tough negotiator. Aboard the Clarke, they navigate the dangerous and unexpected waves of diplomacy in a universe where humanity is divided at a time when they need to be united against a common enemy: the Conclave, an alliance of hundreds of alien races imposing their will upon all who refuse to join. But there appears to be a wild card in the mix...
Scalzi alternates "episodes" between those focused on the Clarke and the major goings-on of the plot and those focused on specific characters, some of them regulars and some of them one-shots. With one notable exception, these side stories are great, giving us some more insight into characters we know or simply telling a good stand-alone story. They vary in relevance to the main plot, but each one helps broaden the picture of the story Scalzi is telling by showing us different perspectives. As it is, despite an exciting double-length finale, the main plot isn't satisfying anyway, and I'm very glad that the story will be continued in another "season." The character arcs, however, are much more satisfying: Scalzi realized as he was writing that that was the real story of the book anyway.
Even though the whole isn't quite the sum of its parts, the parts are really good, although the repeated exposition gets irritating when reading straight through. It's the funniest book in the series (he'd just finished writing Redshirts, after all), and while it doesn't tackle a lot of deep themes like the previous books in the series, it's a solid installment, and I look forward to reading more about these characters and this world.
I highly recommend the series!
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