Thursday, June 25, 2020

10 for 10: TV Ketchup

[10 for 10, that's 10 tv shows which we give ourselves 10 minutes apiece to write about.  Part of our problem is we don't often have the spare hour or two to give to writing a big long review for every movie or TV show we watch.  How about a 10-minute non-review full of half-remembered scattershot thoughts? Surely that's doable? ]

In this edition:
1. Supergirl Season 4
2. His Dark Materials Season 1 (HBO)
3. Locke & Key Season 1 (Netflix)
4. Titans Season 2 (Netflix)
5. Avenue 5 Season 1 (HBO)
6. Queen Sono Season 1 (Netflix)
7. The Last Dance (Netflix)
8. SNL at Home (NBC)
9.Star Wars: Clone Wars Season 7 (Disney+)
10. Shrill S2 (Crave)

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The DC-CW shows (colloquially referred to as "The Arrowverse" because Arrow was the launching point for all of it) have become... how best to say... cumbersome I think.  There's a lot of them with more on the way, each with differing season lengths, but most of them running longer than necessary.  With the end of Arrow, I've felt exhausted with the majority of them.  Short dips back into the Flash continue to be more aggravating than enjoyable; Legends of Tomorrow has gone on a non-superhero path I don't really love (though it does have a great tone and fun stuff); Batwoman I fell off of early and haven't been able to get back on; and Black Lightning I tend to leave for summer binging on Netflix.  Which leaves Supergirl.

Supergirl is the show I watch with my daughter but she's become a binge watcher and doesn't like to wait, so I had to find time to set aside so we could catch up.  As I write this, Season 5 is just shy of its finale, withheld because of COVID-19, but we only just caught up on Season 4.  We got a few episodes in when they originally aired and then were sidetracked for, like, a year.  It wasn't anything to do with quality or content, as I think Season 4 may be the best yet for the show.

The season features a very heady anti-immigration storyline, where an angry and xenophobic professor starts up both a street gang under the guise of Agent Liberty, and later becomes a right-wing mouthpiece talk show host, followed by a political opportunity under Bruce Boxleitner's equally xenophobic presidency (ripped from the headlines!).  The show handles this subject matter tremendously well.  It's upsetting the level of manipulation and lies that anti-immigration mouthpieces perpetrate, but the show makes it clear that the root their hatred is actually better recognized as fear. 

Meanwhile at the DEO, Alex and Kara have to deal with their new boss, a woman who is so buttoned down as to be impossible to read or guess her motivations or actions.  She's very much a duty-over-dignity, follow-chain-of-command type, even when it disagrees with her.  She expects the same of her subordinates.  It creates a lot of meaty conflict for the team to work through.  Especially when your commander-in-chief is obviously in the wrong, do you follow your conscience or your sworn duty.

The season careens into left field in the final third as they deal with the Russian copy of Supergirl created during the "Elseworlds" crossover, and Lex Luthor enters the fray.  I don't think anyone thought Jon Cryer would make for a good Luthor, turns out we were all wrong.  He, dare I say it, may be the best live action Lex of all time.  He's absolutely phenomenal, and even showing he's been pulling the strings of almost everything all season still doesn't satisfy the fact that there are so many xenophobes still calling for aliens to go home and ready for violence against them, but it just shuts down their most prominent propagators.  It's definitely a subject Supergirl can't just muscle her way through.

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I initially gave up on His Dark Materials after two episodes.  It was plodding and kind of boring.  I didn't understand the rules of the world or the intent of what I was being shown.  The book series by Philip Pullman has a very good reputation but the Daniel Craig/Nicole Kidman film was panned both by critics and fans of the series, and this HBO series was supposed to get it right.  If this dull intro was getting it right, I wasn't sure I could stay in.  I thought better to wait for the series to complete, so I could binge it, rather than try to follow week to week.

It took its time, but I suppose it did do justice to the source.  I've never read the books, but just past the halfway point, the series took on incredible weight, and what seemed like misguided kiddie fare turned into a deeply disturbing, dark roam through alternate realities.  I'm not sure how to get to where they did by the end, showing all the crushing disappointments and disasters in Lyra's life, without first taking her through the early journey, as tedious as it was.

I still don't fully understand some of the fantastical structures of the world (namely the sort of spirit animals everyone has, things the book likely clarifies outright), but the religious authoritarianism, and the callous disregard for life and well-being in their pursuit of suppressing thought and exploration of heretical ideas is literally bone-chilling.  This isn't Harry Potter-style high-adventure magic, it's a deeply tragic world that's devoid of really any humour and it's only Lyra's perseverance through the darkness that sheds any light.  The young cast is really great, and of course Ruth Wilson is always compelling to watch.

What I find most curious is, in the midst of world building this entire other reality, the story also introduces a character in "our" reality, an Earth more familiar to us, and another character who has found the soft spots that bridge the two.  The title sequence, hoping for - but not quite reaching- Game of Thrones highs, folds over with the idea of layers of realities, which seems to indicate that there's a multiverse happening, and that as much as anything leaves me intrigued.

It's definitely a slow, slow start, but the latter half makes for an enthralling journey overall.  It feels like there's a snowball effect at play and it's just going to get bigger and bigger from here.

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The complete 6 volumes of Joe Hill and Gabriel Rodriguez Locke & Key had been sitting on my bookshelf for years, left unread by me, for no other reason than I have too many things sitting on the shelf to read with more usually coming every week.  There was a false start to adapting the series to network television a few years ago but thanks to Netflix it found a new life.  In anticipation of its release I binged, and binged hard the six volumes, finding a bit of a messy narrative but otherwise engrossing story full of weirdness and cleverness.

It's the story of the Locke family who, after the tragic murder of the family patriarch, move back to the  familial home in Massachusettes (?).  The matriarch and three kids are each in their own way experiencing PTSD fallout from the murder, and the weirdness of the family home (and some of the people in the town) are potentially just distorted images as a result. But the youngest, Bode, his imagination the most liberated, finds the strange keys around the house and their really absurd uses.  One unlocks a door that, when stepped through, turns that person into a spirit.  Another unlocks the mind, presenting a doorway that others can step into to look around.  Another still opens a cabinet that can repair anything to its original state.  And one even will open a doorway to anywhere.  The keys have powers, large and small, and there is a malevolent force in the wellhouse that wants them all.

The graphic novel series paints a history for the keys that leads into the reveal of their true origin and purpose.  The TV show does also, but has a much more difficult time negotiating the past and present, really not developing the history well at all. 

As well, the show seems to have difficulty with tone.  Where the comic book flirted with elements of adventure and horror, name checking both Lovecraft and Richard Matheson, the TV show doesn't really angle for any specific pastiche.  It just kind of happens.  It seems to lack guidance and concrete direction.  It progresses through the story but without any style or enthusiasm.  Its versions of the characters, like Tyler, Kinsey and Nina are all stripped down from the complexity of their comic book counterparts.  The graphic novel makes an attempt at exploring race issues (to muddled, potentially wrong-headed results), looks at depression, and alcoholism, where as the show pretty much avoids any difficult subjects.

It's not a very complex or challenging show, and actually not anywhere near as fun as it should be.  It wasn't uninteresting but I think reading the comics first made it harder to accept the choices the show made, even if they did make some improvements here and there.

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Titans airs in the US on a streaming service called DC Universe, which gives its audience access to thousands of digital comics, and much of its back catalog of movies, cartoons and TV shows.  The big draw, however is its original programming - Titans, Doom Patrol, Harley Quinn, Young Justice and Swamp Thing all debuting on the service.  The rest of the world does not have DC Universe available to them so we have to hunt out our own sources for these shows, with Titans being the most accessible via Netflix.  However, Netflix only airs Titans after its seasons are complete on DC Universe, which means there is plenty of reviews and reactions to try and skip past online while we wait.

One of the things I noticed, though, was that week-to-week there seemed to be a lot of frustration with season 2 of show, and it's understandable.  It builds an over-arching narrative but it jumps and diverts to different characters and puts focus on side stories while leaving cliffhangers unresolved for an episode or two at a time.  On a week to week basis I can totally see this being aggravating, but in a binge situation, it's not even a thing.  In fact one of the biggest side diversions, a whole episode introducing Superboy to the program 9while we wait to see the resolution of Jason Todd's fall off a skyscraper rooftop from the end of the previous episode), is easily the series' best.

The show starts off Season 2 needing to resolve the Trigon/Rachel's Dad situation from season 1.  What seemed to perhaps be building to a new story arc is instead kind of haphazardly disposed of making for an inauspicious start to the new season.  But from there it just kind of crackles with energy and then keeps going, as it introduces new players (like Superboy, Deathstroke, and Rose Wilson), advances the storylines of older players and, more than anything, feels kind of like classic Wolfman-Perez soap-opera Titans of the 80's, but with a bit of (some might say unfortunate) Zack Snyder edge to it.   But the "fuck Batman" grit that misguided its first season is basically gone, and instead it really goes into its teen sidekick trauma, and the family that forms out of it.

We get so much, it's a loaded season, mostly centered around being unable to let go of the past, or forgive one's self for past sins, or escaping one's history.  This includes Bruce Wayne (played by Game of Thrones Iain Glen) helping Dick Grayson to resolve the issues that caused him to quit being Robin, steeling him to lead a new team; Starfire facing ghosts from her home; Hawk and Dove unable to escape from "the life"; and Jason Todd unable to escape the shadow of his own reputation.  The show gets so much right, that what it actually gets wrong makes it all the more glaring.  It's still trying too hard to be edgy with its swearing, and there's a bit too much moping about by superheroes (mopey superheroes are the worst *cough*The Flash*cough*) but it seems to slowly be crawling out of the darkness it started out in.  Despite a tragedy the conclusion leaves the promise that maybe bigger, brighter adventures are ahead next season.

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Avenue 5 was a straight-up recommendation from Toast, and one I was grateful for.  I hadn't bothered to watch Veep but I did see Armando Iannucci's Death of Stalin (review sadly lost to the dark year), which was hilarious and right in my humour wheelhouse, full of clever wordplay, the sly back-biting between horrible but not unlikeable people, and grounded absurdism. 

Taking place on a galactic cruise ship, Avenue 5 has all those Iannucci trademarks that made Veep so popular (I'm guessing), but placed in a satirical future setting.  The problems on Earth are only hinted at and get shut out as the troubles on board the starcruiser become myopic.

It's been a long time since I've seen a good comedy of errors, one that manages to build in surprising and unexpected ways.  As one disaster after another occurs, the crew and guests aboard become embroiled in personality politics.  The disasters themselves range from massive to minor but it's the fallout from those that generates the intrigue and comedy.  Some disasters have silver linings, but sometimes silver linings can reflect deadly rays.  I love the character building here, and how all the characters slowly lose any pretense or artificial edifice they may have had.

Everyone is good in this, yes, even Josh GadHugh Laurie manages to escape the grizzled doctor drama and worm his way back into his comedy origins with the role as "Captain" of the ship, a role that allows him to mock his own fake American accent and grizzled persona.

Underneath the absurdity is a show that is examining class structures and how they affect modern politics.  As well it looks at the mindset of people that distrust the people in power, that perhaps is justified but which also mistakenly leads them to distrust experts in science and technology to their own detriment.  But it never hits you on the head with its commentary, it's just ugly and representational of modern times...and also funny.  The show is also not above a galactic-class poop joke.

It's certainly got its own unique tone and rhythm so I get why it hasn't caught on bigger, but it's pretty great, ridiculous fun.  Oh, and the soundtrack by Adem Ilhem is astounding, intoning horror at some of its biggest points of comedy.  It's very deftly handled.


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You had me at South African spy.  Queen Sono follows the titular character, the daughter of a legendary revolutionary murdered when she was a child,  who has since become a top operative for the country's Special Operations Group.  She's super competent but also a little overconfident which makes her a little sloppy, and perhaps she's even a little suicidal.  Her best friend from childhood is a psychologist so she gets him to sign off on her psych evals even though something is clearly wrong.

The show works through Queen's history, her family, her trauma, but she tries to avoid working through any of it, and avoiding it seems to be causing her some serious harm.  As she starts to look deeper into her past while working on a case investigating a militant liberation group that uses her mother's name and visage as its rallying point, she starts to see inconsistencies in the story she's been told about her mother's death, lies that lead back to her own employers.

There's a tremendous character story with Queen Sono, but also its central adversarial story leads to a lot of intrigue that affects Queen and her supporting cast in different ways.  As well the story leads to some insight with South African politics and sub-saharan relations, as well as continental relations with particularly European interests.  It's not something I've been exposed much to, and with Netflix's backing it's a story told with quality production values.  Beyond that, the characters and situations have complexity, shades of grey that cause some debate as to what's really bad, and what other alternatives are there.

There are a couple drawbacks, mainly when the show tries to get invested in side stories of certain secondary characters, it's not handled very cleanly, often feeling forced and unnatural (Frederique's search for his missing sister always feels jammed in).  The other is it's very brief six-episode run leaves the viewer wholly unfulfilled as most of the balls juggled remain in the air.

The biggest revelation is Pearl Thusi who plays Queen.  She's damn charismatic, utterly captivating, fierce, intimidating and gorgeous.  Not that playing a super-spy is small potatoes, but she needs to be in a big profile superhero film, like, now. 

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I flirted with watching basketball in high school.  I don't know if it was to fit in, or if it was out of genuine curiosity.  Lord knows I had no interest in playing it, and generally I avoided televised sports because of its lack of special effects.  But I was into hip hop, and hip hop was so integrated with basketball you couldn't see a music video without an NBA jersey, and then in '93 Shaquille O'Neal started rapping with the Fu-Shnickens (a group I really liked at the time).  Michael Jordan was everywhere, and the 92 dream team was just the most high-wattage sports star power of all time, it was hard not to be caught up in it all.

So yeah, I watched and even lived a little basketball throughout the 90's.  Not deep, deep into it, but I watched some regular season games, some playoff games, and most of the finals throughout the decade...I was still an outsider though, not fully invested.  I believed the hype, the unstoppable Bulls, the unconquerable Jordan, and I so desperately wanted the underdogs, pretty much any other team, to beat them.

The Last Dance follows Jordan and the Bulls through their 97-98 season in which they would go on to win their sixth championship in 8 years, and their second three-peat, an unheard of achievement in the history of the sport.  But in telling that story, mired with intrigue and furor internally and externally, the docu-series intercuts telling the history of its key players - Jordan, Scottie Pippen, Steve Kerr, Phil Jackson, Denis Rodman - and taking a hard profile look at each of the championship years (as well as the tumultuous two years between while Jordan was "retired".

It's a fascinating documentary, well told, despite the confusing leaping back-and-forth between 97-98 and all other periods.  In its efforts to concentrate narratives on specific players and time periods it has to tell the overall story out of sequence which leads to more than a bit of fuzziness in how it's all connected and how it all played out.  But I was rapt the whole time watching it.  We binged the first 6 rapidly then had to wait a week for two more and another week for the final two parts.  It's not like there was any question that the Bulls would win their 6th's championship, but it's the unparalleled insight into the team and its players, both from outside perspectives and from their own recollections.

Produced by Jordan, he had a hand in dispelling his own myth with this series.  He's a man of preternatural talent in the game, with unparalleled ambition and drive and that led him to be a very dominant and domineering force on the court and behind the scenes.  The astounding rise of his celebrity impacted everything around him and he had to accommodate for that.  As such he seemed distant from his teammates instead preferring the company of his security team.  He never talks about his family and we only meet his kids briefly in the final episodes as young adults.  A much as the series reveals about him, there's still a lot of mystery there.  But despite popping the bubble of his smiling, Looney Tunes-playing, Coke-shilling facade, he's still an endlessly captivating person.

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Saturday Night Live operates in waves, talent comes in, talent blows up, talent gets lazy, talent leaves.  It's rare for the show to go from megawatt talent to megawatt talent without some waning in-between.  At this stage in its run, the current cast is largely long-in-the-tooth, most having been on board for more than 5 years, and the new talent, while good, are certainly not blowing up the spotlight.  The biggest buzz the show has these days is the Alec Baldwin impersonation of Trump (and the many many guest stars who come on as Trump cronies or adversaries like Robert DeNiro, Ben Stiller, or John Goodman), which unfortunately casts too much of a shadow over the main cast.  I struggle remembering faces and names at times, while of course Kate McKinnon has broken out as its current cast superstar, she's failed to transition that into successful other media as of yet.

What's kind of critical to Saturday Night Live is both it airing on Saturday night, and it being live from New York, in front of a studio audience.  Following the dire spread of COVID-19 in NYC and shutting the city down, SNL couldn't verily proceed as scheduled, could it?   I think we were all expecting SNL to just call it a season.  But they did perhaps the most daring thing they could do, which was let their talent be as creative as possible given the restrictions, and put together a show that was not broadcast live, nor recorded on a Saturday Night.

Veterans McKinnon, Aidy Bryant, Cecily Strong and new recruit Chloe Fineman easily shined, and seemed to garner more individual time than any of their co-stars, producing skits that seemed deeply personal (or in Fineman's case, as impressive show reel for the breadth of her talent). 

Tom Hanks, Brad Pitt, and Kristen Wiig were "hosts" of the three SNL at home episodes, but beyond introducing the show with a monologue and closing out the show Hanks (still recovering from his coronavirus infection) didn't do much.  Pitt portrayed Anthony Fauchi in an opening sketch, and Wiig managed to participate in a sketch or two, delivering perhaps my favourite sketch of all - Beauty Waves (in which she plays a beauty youtuber facing downward into a phone camera, flopping her hair about to increasingly absurd effect).  Oh, we also got a "What's Up With That" which is my all-time favourite recurring sketch, maybe even just for Jason Sudekis' dancing

Weekend update was the best its first week, with both Colin Jost and Michael Che seeming very loose and a little goofy.  Che piped in a small group into the feed as an "audience" to hilarious results.  Subsequent weeks got more produced and polished which takes away from the charm.  Che works best rolling with punches, not buttoned down (and losing his grandmother permitted him a great dunk on Jost).  Jost is never better than when things aren't going as planned.

It's not sustainable, SNL at Home, because it takes them away from their core conceit but it's a definite shot in the arm creatively and feels so much fresher than much of what they've been doing in recent years.  If SNL has been playing too into youtube-friendly sketches (ever since Andy Samberg and the Lonely Island crew jumped aboard), this may actually be the unexpected evolution, where SNL is pretty much all youtube sketches.  Perhaps the show will branch out into both maintaining its live Saturday night show, and it's "At Home" self-recorded skits from its very talented crew. 

It puts talent in the spotlight, gives them some much needed freedom to go a bit wilder, weirder and more personal.  Plus I loved gawking around their various houses/apartments.

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Welcome back, Clone Wars, you'll be missed, again.
You know I love Star Wars.  I also like Star Wars.  And at times I'm not too happy with Star Wars.  When The Clone Wars first came out, I was in the "not too happy" camp.  So it took me a long, long time to get into.  About a decade or so.   Once I got into it, I had to get past the animation, which I only recently learned was designed to resemble Greek relief carvings.  That makes sense, but still, it's really wonky to look at.  By the end of Season 5 and the subsequent "lost Season" I was more or less back in "happy mode" with the franchise.

But if there's one thing I love about Clone Wars, it's Ahsoka Tano.   If it's another it's clone Captain Rex.  And this final season gives us plenty of both.  It kicks off with a 4-part arc, "The Bad Batch", which is a completed and updated version of the arc that ran in animatic form on starwars.com for a number of years.  I can see why they went with this, first given that it was almost complete already it's probably cost-efficient, plus it throws the viewer right back into the reality of the clones, and their complicated existence.

The second arc finds Ahsoka having a hard time, befriending a mechanic in the lower decks of Coruscant, only to become between sisters and get embroiled in a spice run gone wrong, and face down a nasty criminal empire.  To be honest, the arc is a little corny, and heavy handed at times, but in between its action and intrigue, it provides exposition as to Ahsoka's position in life, how she got there, and why she chooses to stay.  Together the two arcs successfully lead into the final arc of the series.

The denouement, however, is possibly the best in the entirety of this 7-season series.  Ahsoka has to face the Jedi council as Mandalor pleads for help in the wake of Maul's rule.  The council, already aware that the Sith are in their end game in the Clone War, cannot spare much but give Ahsoka Rex's battalion.  They take to Mandalor where civil war erupts, and Ahsoka faces down Maul 1-on-1.  It's epic, but that's just the beginning.  This arc dovetails with the events of Revenge of the Sith and the moments where both Maul and Ahsoka become aware of a deep disturbance in the Force are absolutely spine tingling.  It's not long before Ahsoka has to deal with a ship full of clones responding to Order 66, eliminate all Jedi.

The fight coordination is next level, one particular fight actually animated with motion capture with Ray Park reprising his physical position as Maul.  It's astounding.  As well, the score from Kevin Kiner is easily the highest watermark in the series.  Opting for something more "Tangerine Dream"rather than "John Williams" it's a wonderful deviation into synths instead of orchestral, and it works so damn well.  Where usually the music in Clone Wars is forgettable, here it adds to the weight of everything going on, it pushes everything making it feel even weightier than Revenge of the Sith itself.

These two characters from outside the film series are given the full spotlight here, knowing that they'll reemerge in Star Wars Rebels (and beyond?) but providing one hell of a story showing how they got there.  It closes out the Clone Wars admirably and gives us more of the two greatest characters in the whole pantheon.

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The first season of Shrill gave SNL star Aidy Bryant a vehicle and a voice that seemed to be right where she felt at home.  It explored being a fat woman in modern America through the eyes of a journalist attempting to find some peace with herself as well as her place in the world.  There are a lot of systemic structures that oppress people, based on skin color, or name, gender or physical size or physical capabilities.  We're in a time where we're confronting those structures, more aggressively than ever, but also experiencing almost sinister resistance to it.  The first season felt the weight of that offensive - but not immovable - wall.

The second season picks up immediately after Annie has confronted her cyberbully and put a rock through his car window.  She's emboldened and empowered, but the reality is she tore her life up.  She chewed out her mom, quit her job, and settled down with Ryan, who treated her like absolute garbage when they were first just hooking up.  A month later, she's struggling with the fallout of her actions.  Her mom took off to Vancouver and isn't talking to anyone, she's cozying up in a love nest with Ryan to the exclusion of her friends, and she's more broke than ever with no one willing to give her a paying gig (offers of interships though) despite acknowledging her talent.

Season 2 of Shrill doesn't lighten up on the subject matter, but the show's tone has noticeably shifted.  I think the first season had some reliance up the source novel by Lindy West, but season two feels more like Bryant's comedic sensibilities coming through.  What could be awkward or tense situations are disarmed by their absurdity, and the performances are slightly broader comedically.  The addition of Jo Firestone (Joe Pera Talks To You) and some other spotlighted minor side characters who fill out the crazy world of the Register (with David Cameron Mitchell's egocentric Gabe being even more overshadowed by Patti Harrison's eccentric Ruthie) makes the world of Shrill feel well rounded, while Annie passes all focus to Fran (Lolly Adefope) for an amazing episode where they attend Fran's cousin's wedding and we get a peek into Nigerian-immigrant culture and Fran has to face down her judgemental family.

Maybe not Shrill's best moment, but certainly my favourite, finds Annie facing down her cyberbully again, trying to interview him for a story, and the dynamic between Beck Bennett and Bryant is probably as broadly comic as the series gets, almost too silly for an otherwise grounded show, but it's for a very pointed purpose, and also results in huge laughs.

I was a little intimidated to venture into Season 2 to start, hoping Annie's train-wreck life wouldn't continue down that path, but the tonal shift, the ability to put focus on other characters, and to truly show Annie's growth (as well as some very pointed commentaries, like the Natasha Lyonne-directed episode dedicated to the commercialization of feminism) made for truly remarkable programming that make me eager for season 3 (confirmed).

[2:18:17]

Tuesday, June 23, 2020

Parasite

2019, d. Bong Joon-Ho


Back in November 2006 I was with the wife (who was not yet then my wife) in London, England when we decided to get off our feet and take in a movie.  Looking through the listings I saw that there was a giant monster movie that had been generating great buzz on the nerd sites I was viewing back then, a film called The Host by Bong Joon-Ho.  I loved the experience of movies in London (times were listed with two times, the time when the commercials and previews started and the actual start time of the movie) and I loved the movie.  It was just an incredible film which I have been meaning to both add to the shelf and revisit ever since.  Of course, Bong Joon-Ho's name cemented in my brain immediately and his films have become must-see pictures. 

Like many modern auteurs (eg. Quentin Tarantino, Yorgos Lanthanamos, Guillermo Del Toro, Jordan Peele), Director Bong speaks the language of cinema.  He's able to take genre and turn it into something beyond genre.  His craft in filmmaking is taking the languages of others and making it work in his own vision.  Influences are not obscured but they concede to his will.  Each frame of Director Bong captures seems meticulously constructed, from set design, to composition, to movement within the frame.  Where both Snowpiercer and Okja's frames seemed maybe a little overbusied, Parasite is a master in full control and negotiating perfectly his restraint. 

Parasite isn't a genre picture, but it's nerdy as all hell in its own way and worth obsessing over.  It's the story of the downtrodden Kim family, happy together but struggling to get by, as they start to integrate themselves into the household of the upper-class Park family through an increasingly sketchier series of lies and deceits.  The Kim family are not thieves, they're not violent or dangerous, but they are desperate to work and afford to live.  Maintaining the lie with their employers doesn't seem at all hard for any of them, they genuinely seem good at their work, likeable and are liked.  They weave their earnest grift with admirable aplomb. But one lie did some damage and it starts to return upon them, and then spirals out of control in both a comic and horrific fashion. 

How this all plays out, from start to finish, is a masterclass in storytelling.  It's both intensely dramatic, but also pulpy.  It's fun and funny, but also so heavy.  There's a surface level glee to seeing the rich get grifted so easily, but the reality underlying the story is one of class divides which takes on more and more weight.  The "parasite" of the title represents the one family that's feeding off the other family, and at first it seems like the Kims are the parasite, but as we move on, to see the reliance that the Parks have on their employees, it's even clearer that it's the other way around.  A parasite can happily move on to a new host, and the more advanced parasite can do so easily, without any further consideration, as the Parks do here.

The fact that Parasite took home both Best Motion Picture and Best Director at the last Academy Awards is only shocking in that the Academy has historically had a hard time granting a foreign language picture its big accolades.  But there's no doubt that Parasite was the best picture of last year.  It's somehow a poignant drama, social commentary and massively entertaining with sets so iconic they've become tremendously popular background images for people to use on Zoom calls during the COVID pandemic, and even prior to its academy win HBO was looking to Director Bong to expand upon the story for a mini-series or ongoing series.

My only disappointment is in myself for not seeing it in the theatre, as I had intended.


Distraction: What I Am Watching (Or At Least Attempting To) Pt. A

What I Have Been (or Am) Watching is the admitted state of me spending too much time in front of the TV. And despite what I said above, I have been avoiding telling you about what I have been watching. Not that you care. But at least I am not telling you about my D&D character. The theme almost always comes in batches.

I am sounding like a broken record (to all the kiddies out there, LP records used to get scratched easily, and would begin skipping, repeating the same bit over and over) but this Pause has me seeking easy distraction and not able to focus on much. We are into month... four (!!!) of this whole strange historical event, and I have to admit, it has become a New Normal. That doesn't mean I am dealing with it well, nor does it mean I am dealing with it particularly badly. But it has changed my psyche somewhat, and not for the better.

If I had a trouble watching content of value before, it has been exacerbated. More and more I need light and fluffy, often dumb and easily digested.

Kipo and the Age of the Wonderbeasts, 2019, Dreamworks/Netflix

I am surprised I am not seeing the Internet talk about this series more, and comparing it to the ultra-nostalgic D&D origins RPG called Gamma World. Ask any GreyBeard D&D player (from the 70s & 80s) and they probably remember and/or have strong nostalgic feelings for Gamma World. Or maybe it was just me.

The game was a Post-Apocalyptic world, once of mutated animals & humans, mixed technologies and mysterious ruins of the ancients to explore. The beasts were often weird hybrids of existing creatures, giant versions of what is around now, or even walking & talking people versions. The world was dangerous, deadly and the game never lent itself to long-term story telling like D&D or its other offshoots. It also never really took itself too seriously.

Kipo takes place after an unknown apocalypse where a young girl from a burrow -- humans living underground unaware of what's up on the surface (Pure Strain Human) -- is thrust upon the surface after a tragedy. Up there she meets Wolf, a primitive & pragmatic girl in a wolf headdress and a multi-eyed, multi-legged pig she calls mandu (Korean dumpling). She almost immediately runs afoul of some talking frogs in suits, who "drive" a car pulled by a giant dragonfly. And she sees her first MegaMute (Wonderbeast?) a gargantuan bunny with many-everything. As she is a cartoon main character, she embraces everything gleefully despite the danger Wolf says is ever present.

Each episode introduces more people and more mutated creatures of the surface, while tossing out the classic "explore the ruins" aspects of all PA fiction. And being a cartoon, we can ignore the logical hiccups that come with Cheetoes not being stale and the pop still having fizz. Also, everyone speaks English.  This show could so easily be retro-fitted into a Gamma World  campaign, that I am surprised there isn't a homebrew setting already created by someone. And no, that doesn't mean I will be doing so. I have enough RPG stuff I am ignoring.

Penny Dreadful: City of Angels, 2020, Showtime/download

The first Penny Dreadful TV series (2014) was about an American cowboy landing in London, England in 1891 where he initially investigates a murder, but ends up in an intrigue that includes encounters with Victor Frankenstein, Mina Harker & Dracula, Dorian Grey, Jekyll & Hyde and many other figures from Victorian horror fiction. It was a fun series with a dark, enigmatic supernatural focus. I did not write about it.

This series may be a spin-off but it (so far) has very little to do with the parent series. For one, it is set in Los Angeles, 1938 and does not have any cast members from horror fiction. What it is, is a bleak supernatural tale about a battle between two spirits: Santa Muerta, Mexican spirit of death (in the benevolent shepherd to the afterlife aspect), and her "sister", the demon Magda. Magda wishes to prove that mankind is irredeemable, while Santa Muerte believes in an goodness inherent to all. To that effect, Magda appears in many forms to many people (but always as a version of actress Natalie Dormer) influencing them to make the worst decisions. We get racial tensions between the Mexicans of California, and the establishment. We get the growing influence of Nazism in America, before they were even involved in WWII. And we get faith vs religion.

The performances are wonderful, and every episode has been very enthralling. But its so fucking bleak, and one cannot but believe that Magda is entirely correct. Her influence is minimal, but people are such terrible terrible beings. And considering what's going on outside our windows right now, primarily in the US, but truly, all over the world, I am not entirely sure I want my fiction to so terribly reflect this reality. I need a break from it.

Tales from the Loop, 2020, Amazon

And that is why I returned to watching this series. Not sure why I am in a Returned state, as everything about this show strikes me as being entirely written for me. The show began its life as a series of artbooks by Swedish illustrator Simon StÃ¥lenhag. His paintings are haunting scenes of the Swedish countryside in the 80s or 90s, with otherworldly, alternate timeline technologies inserted. Robots, fusion reactors, abandoned massive structures, etc. dominate quiet winter countrysides dotted with children.

The art books evolved into a table-top RPG (think playing the kids from Stranger Things but with robots instead of monsters) and then into this series from Amazon. I was not sure how they would translate the imagery into a story, but in the few episodes I have watched, they have captured not only the impossible technology but also the quiet emptiness. If I was to create film or TV, this is what I would create: quiet, lovingly put together character pieces full of nostalgia for something that never happened. I love the look and the style, and the only reason I have not become entirely wrapped up in it, is due what I started this post saying -- lack of ability to focus when focus is required.

Saturday, June 20, 2020

Netflix'd Scifi: 3022 & I Am Mother

There is a breed of scifi movie done by Netflix that is what SyFy or Space Channel should have become the kings at, but didn't. The former slipped into an easy pattern of doing hilarious but absolutely terrible flicks (Shark vs...) while the latter seemed more about re-distributing instead of original content -- oh they had a few series of classic mostly-bad Canadian Genre TV, but not much in the way of movies. Netflix is greenlighting or producing or sometimes just grabbing up something for exclusive distribution. Most are middling at best and I am fine with that. I think the Specfic genre(s) need to be more like Horror, in that a lot of material is produced, most in the middle of the road by ways of quality, but most comes from a love of the genre and gives a space for directors and writers and creators to learn their crafts and eventually (hopefully) get better at it.

3022, 2019, John Suits (The Scribbler) -- Netflix

I remember the trailers for this flick doing the genre blogs a while ago, the premise of a disastrous event happening to the Earth while some scientists are assigned to a space station. They never find out what happened, but they are now stranded alone in space, limited time ahead of them and only a few people left... forever. Obviously, the question is What's Next. How do they survive? What do they do? How is their mental state?

Alas, the finished product was a little (just a smidge, but enough) different and extremely lackluster. The space station turns out to be a refueling depot half way between Earth and Europa (moon of Jupiter) where the first space colony is established, in what I assumed was its own space station. The crew is stationed in the half-way point for 10 years at a time, and the only reason that is given seems to be for the plot (can they stand the rigours of alone-ness for so long?) for if they are a re-fueling station, that means people are coming and going regularly, even if it is in astronomical time frames. They could also be regularly taking on new people and disembarking those who are not doing so well. Alas, premise -- people don't do so well locked inside a confined space with few other people. Wait, that sounds familiar...

So, yeah, Earth Blows Up. Some want to go see what happened (it can't be real, right?) and others just want to go to Europa One. The latter seems the most logical to me but Home, Loved Ones, etc. Thus continues the story as conflict and isolation and disaster peeks around every claustrophobic corner. I was already dialed out by then. I was hoping the title of the movie was some reference to the year something else would take place (the movie does begin in 2190) but it ends just being a reference to the day when two characters reunite, and nothing is really resolved.

I Am Mother, 2019, Grant Sputore (a couple of episodes of Australian TV series Castaways ) -- Netflix

Where the above was an elevator pitch never succesfully expanded upon, I Am Mother is a comfortable trope in the genre (Post-Apocalyptic, Isolated Bunker, Not Sure What Is Going On Outside) but with a lot of heart. Daughter is raised, from embryo stage, by Mother, a robot obviously grown from the Boston Dynamics line of robotics (a really good looking WETA product). Earth has been devastated by a biological plague and Mother has to protect Daughter from the outside. That is, until another human comes banging on the bunker door poking holes in Mother's story.

The best thing I can say about I Am Mother is that I was never sure whether the assuring voice of Mother was hiding a malevolent intent or there was no emotion there at all, and it was all just programming. The story does a grand job of never really giving us a definitive answer one way or the other. Of course, Mother is being deceptive and its exactly the why you would expect (think Skynet) and you learn very quickly, as Daughter does, that Mother has been performing a very very deadly and tragic experiment. But has Mother evolved? Has Mother learned empathy for the race she helped destroy? The easy answer is No, but the movie dodges any decisions on the matter, despite a rather dark dark end.

Monday, June 8, 2020

Lucy In The Sky

2019, d. Noah Hawley

Proof that even the most revered of creators and largest of film stars can have their movies just disappear. Fargo and Legion creator(/adaptor) Noah Hawley's inaugural motion picture has ambition, but lacks any true drama or excitement. He takes this very sensationalistic true story (of a female astronaut so fixated with her colleague that she drives across the country non-stop wearing a diaper to stalk him) and uses it as a launching pad to examine the probable existential crisis astronauts potentially face after going into space.

Hawley intriguingly uses aspect ratios to try and visualize the headspace Natalie Portman's Lucy is in --a vintage TV 4:3 ratio to represent the mundane life (and the majority of the film is viewed this way) with a full screen when she's in space or in awe, and letterboxes widescreen when her headspace starts thinking beyond the moment, beyond her control. There's also a couple extra-wide establishing shots that kind of muddy this whole idea. A lot of Letterboxd contributors seemed put off by the shifting and sliding aspect ratio. I can see how in the theatre it would be so overt, too much so, but on the smaller home screen it never gets too distracting, except those aforementioned ultra-wide shots which are so few they seem out of place. But part of the problem may be Hawley's used to TV where he has time to develop his visual language, and with this movie there's just not enough time, or perhaps not enough meat to the script to really affirm its use. I liked its effect overall but I don't think it really did exactly what the director wanted it to do.

Which, I guess, could pretty much be said for the whole picture. He wants to get into the headspace of this intelligent, gifted woman, to get away from the late night talk show jokes and find what truly drove her to this crazy banana pants obsessive man-crazy stalker. Acts one and two short us that Lucy came back from space not herself, and at times the characters in the film even vocalize reasons why this is, but Hawley takes Lucy's madness a bit too gradual over these first two acts and when she starts to become truly unhinged it ramps up really quickly, but it's not like a usual cinematic breaking point, and I think Hawley in trying to keep some semblance of reality made it more unrealistic. he should have went for something more daring, using his aspect ratio visual language to sell Lucy's breaking point and her subsequent delusional nature.

Portman holds the film adopting Holly Hunter's accent if not her usual warmth. It's a tough sell to make a character who is so detached from their own existence the central focus of a 2 hour movie, and to convey that detetchment honestly and make it engaging or entertaining. This film needed a bit of relief, and it got a bit of it out of Ellen Burstyn, but it could have gotten so much more out of Tig Notaro, Zazie Beets, Nick Offerman and Dan Stevens. Given the humour in Hawley's TV shows, it's surprisingly absent here,

It's not even close to the calamitous misfire some report it being, but it doesn't live up to the best of Hawley's TV work.  I had much anticipation for this movie but after a middling to poor reception at TIFF last year, it basically got a buried release and then just disappeared. 

Thursday, June 4, 2020

3 Short Paragraphs: The Lovebirds

2020, d. Michael Showalter - netflix

There are so many of these movies -- the ones where the "normal" couple-in-trouble who get caught up in criminal proceedings -- that they can start to blur.  I can't tell a Game Night from a Date Night at this point.  But this one works, mainly because it's two leads work.  From moment one of the movie Issa Rae and Kumail Nanjiani are crackling with fire and charisma, dishing out effortless rat-a-tat dialogue throughout the whole film.  We open with them on their first date and cut to them 3 years later, living together but on the outs.  On their way to a party they run into a cyclist who leaves the scene of the collision.  Their vehicle is then commandeered by a police officer, or at least someone claiming to be a police officer, who then chases down the cyclist and runs him over. Repeatedly.  Showalter's darkly comedic sensibility shines as he focuses a steady shot on Nanjiani with each bump over the body.  The couple then believe they will be accused of the murder and flee, deciding to try and clear themselves by investigating.  It's doesn't really employ the wrong guy farce it could have, and I'm still trying to decide whether that's a good choice or not.  It certainly left some comedy on the table in not pushing that element too hard.

A rather perfunctory movie, it lives entirely off of Rae and Nanjiani's performances, and it succeeds because of it.  Usually films of this type will have a comedic ringer, a supporting character who we can keep checking in with to generates the *big laffs* but here it (and Showalter) know that Rae and Nanjiani are enough.  The bad guy, the cops, most of the side characters are basically the straight men to them. 

The pair break up just as the accident happens and they spend the movie trying to be respectful of each other's space, while at the same time realizing that they're definitely in the situation together.  It's a sweeter film for having their chemistry be so effectively charming, as I was rooting for the inevitable revelations about each other that lead to rekindled affection and reconciliation.  But their time as a non-couple in the middle of their criminal investigation makes for an interesting little spin on this otherwise typical scenario.  Of course had they been a terrible couple, and then trapped in a life-or-death(or at least life-imprisonment) scenario where the odd couple is forced to depend on each other, if only to exacerbate exactly why they shouldn't be together, well that would be something different. The film's big climax is its biggest weakness.  It's so truncated, it feels like the movie ran out of budget to really deliver a big closer, so it kind of just arrives abruptly and finishes just as abruptly.  But one can't fault a brisk and breezy comedy too much for closing it out quickly in an era where comedies are regularly topping 2 hours.

Wednesday, June 3, 2020

3 Short Paragraphs: Extraction

2020, Sam Hargrave (primarily a stunt coordinator on Marvel movies)-- Netflix

This movie had all the hallmarks of the new brand of Hollywood, wherein they gather most of their funding from the overseas market for the eventuality of it being released in those markets. But considering it was released by Netflix and really doesn't have any connection to any particular Indian or Bangladeshi style or themes, it actually just ends up being a movie brave enough to not be about America nor set in America nor actually starring an American being American. And that, despite being based on the graphic novel Ciudad,, a product Joe and Anthony Russo (Captain America: Winter Soldier) set in South America.

Chris Hemsworth (Thor) is Rake is a mercenary with a tragic past (are there any other kind?) from Australia hired by an Indian gangster to rescue his son from a rival in the city of Dhaka, Bangladesh. The operation is almost immediately compromised by the Indian gangster's right hand, who was supposed to protect his employer's son, and hopes to gain back favour by bringing in the boy himself. Meanwhile the Bangladeshi crime lord, who basically controls the entire city, sets everyone at his disposal to chase down Rake and the boy. This is your classic gauntlet movie, as Rake decides to go against his own personal death wish and do whatever it takes to save the boy.

Cliche, not quite wandering into the classic action movie realm, but rather competent in everything it does. The action is tense, impactful and I did not honestly know where it was going to end up, because in daring to be brave in its intent (while banking on Hemsworth, of course) it did feel very different from its ilk. The mostly fabricated set of a city is claustrophobic, utterly unfamiliar and chaotic leaving us where Rake must have been -- confused, stressed and running on adrenaline. Hemsworth does release himself from his Marvel role, and they have set up the idea of an unlikely sequel, so we shall see if he just begets himself a new franchise.

Dueling 3 Short Paragraphs: Extraction

2020, d. Sam Hargrave - netflix

I'm kind of a sucker for films that are action-heavy yet quiet-and-brooding.  Some films do it better than others, where the lead character or characters still manage to take central focus, while lesser films will be primarily an action showcase with characterization rather sidelined.  And sometimes it's all about building a legend...a John Wick or a Snake PlisskinExtraction, written by Anthony Russo (based on the Ciudad graphic novel by Ande Park) and directed by Sam Hargrave (the Russo brothers' stunt coordinator on many of their Marvel films) more or less manages to succeed at being a character-focused, action-heavy, legend-building feature.

This guy is awesome.
Chris Hemsworth
plays Tyler Rake (not quite the same ring as a John Wick or Jack Reacher), a man suffering from PTSD following the loss of his child and living a hardcore, death-wish mercenary life since.  He's big and broad but not too big or too broad.  He's quick and powerful, and has experience.  He's basically the best in the business, working for an agency who brokers deals and supports in the field.  In Bangladesh, Ovi (Rudhraksh Jaiswal), the son of an imprisoned mobster is kidnapped as a power-play by a rival gangster. Rake and team are called in for the extraction by a desperate Saju, head of family security (played by the captivating Randeep Hooda).  But he doesn't have the funds to pay for their services so he actively interferes with Rake's escape with Ovi from the gangster and his ample forces.

This leads to a a violent pursuit throughout Dhaka, as we see the power the gangster wields over much of the city and its officials. Rake is advised to abandon the mission by his support squad but his own issues push him on to see it through, to ensure Ovi is safe.  The action is miles, MILES better than, say 6 Underground, it's clearly shot, expertly crafted, and it looks brutal and painful.  What's more, Hemsworth carries the emotional subtlety of the character well... he's not just a pretty, funny meatbag, he's got serious acting chops too.  The immediate finale is a little far-fetched but it's the main setup for Rake's legendary status... and with a second feature already greenlit I'm welcoming more, and hoping for something quite different (kind of like what Chronicles of Riddick  was after Pitch Black).

3 Short Paragraphs: Explorers

1985, d. Joe Dante
I've seen the bland box cover art of Explorers
a million times. I don't think I've ever seen the
actual poster before

Having never seen it before, I was way into watching this film, nerdy and charming and so wistfully 80's, up until the end of the second act. It's a film about discovery and it really gets the childhood tendency of hanging out with people who will hang out with you.  You don't so much as choose your friends as happen into them.  The way the three boys here interact feels spot on for the ways boys actually interact, not heightened Hollywood versions of how kids behave around each other.  You've got lil' Ethan Hawke, River Phoenix and Jason Presson all showing real talent for this acting game.

This film seems so in Joe Dante's wheelhouse.  He's great at unfurling a mystery, and building a world around his characters, but he's not always so great at bringing it all home into a satisfying story.  His cinematic inspirations are obviously sci-fi films of the 50's, high concept stories that rarely had much budget for effects.  The most successful genre features of the time did so based on characterization and world building (or world declining, as so often they were disaster pictures).  You can see that in how lovingly takes his time as the boys take information conveyed to them in a dream and make it reality, discovering a computer-generated force-field with the ability to go anywhere, do anything at any speed.  There's application of scientific reasoning, and even more, logic, here, and even better 12-year-old boy's logic, so that what happens in the first two acts makes complete sense.  Up until they decide to try and tie Dick Miller's cop character into the proceedings.  First he states to having had dreams himself as a kid (as statement which breaks the logic of the eventual reveal in the third act) and then he starts investigating, finding young Hawke's jacket and tracking him down to his home...only to...do absolutely nothing and serve no actual purpose.  Putting the cops on the tail of the kids is a complete fake out to the point of irrelevance.  Every scene with Miller past his very brief encounter with their UFO while he was in a helicopter should be cut.

But then again, so should the entire third act. The boys (and it's so 80's sexist/young boy heavy...it's sad that Amanda Peterson's Lori is pretty much just an object of affection and not part of the gang...thought the film's ending implies that a sequel would bring her into the fold) go into space, get sucked into a much larger spacecraft, explore the inexplicable innards of said craft and then meet the two most ill conceived alien characters of the 80's. Seriously, worse than the family in Mac and Me. We spend the entirety of the first two acts anticipating some very cool space adventure, but instead we get a sub-par Robin Williams impersonation out of Robert Picardo voicing a gruesomely ugly and downright unappealing teen alien who is obsessed with 80's Americana. Ugh. I hated this third act so vehemently I'm blind to thinking anything was good about the film in the first place.  I cannot summon the strength to talk about this third act.  It's one of the all-time biggest let-downs as far as third acts go.  It's on the level with Sphere and Event Horizon and Mission To Mars and even Flight of the Navigator  in how it so utterly falls apart.  Yeah, I hate this movie now.