Sunday, February 28, 2021

Search Party Seasons 1-4

 2016, 2018, 2020, 2021 - created by Sarah-Violet Bliss, Charles Rogers, Michael Showalter - HBO Max

There was a time in my online culture consumption that the AV Club was my go-to source for what was notable and worth my time.  By the time Search Party debuted it was in the AV Club's waning days.  Most of my favourite writers and critics had moved on and the site was starting to lose relevance.  Rather than being a daily visit, it went to sometimes, irregular visiting.  But the draw that kept me coming back was their episode-by-episode coverage of television shows.  They've been a very good resource (with a talented stable of writers, even with my favourites moving on) for unpacking what it is you just watched.

Search Party, in 2016 and 2018 was one of those notable shows that consistently was given high marks on a per episode basis and a was kind of buzzed about.  At the time though, Search Party was on TBS, a network that is not available from my cable provider (cable?).  It was pitched to me at the time as a mystery comedy and somewhere in my head I had conflated it to basically Scooby-doo or Encyclopedia Brown with inept, entitled millennials.  You know, something incredibly silly.  I wasn't actually reading the reviews because, I thought, if it's a mystery, I don't want any spoilers.  I knew that there were comedic people involved, like Arrested Development's Alia Shawcat, comedian John Early, and Wet Hot American Summer co-creator Michael Showalter was involved so it seemed worth noting for whenever it turned up in my country, whether on a Canadian channel or streaming service.

By 2019,  the AV Club was a ghost of its former self, and I rarely visited the site at all, except when something from their daily mail-out caught my attention.  They were less committed to covering television episode by episode and thus weren't very useful to me.  I didn't see what was going on with Search Party, or if the hype was there.  Every now and then I'd check my cable box (cable??) or streaming services to see if the show was available somewhere.  It just kind of sat in the back of my mind as one of those lost treasures waiting to be found, even though it seemed any hype had completely died on it.

About 2 weeks ago, my cable service (cable???) had a big highlighted tile promoting Search Party  on HBO.  A pang of excitement fluttered in my belly.  This was my "must watch next" show and I threw it on, not even warning my wife what it was we were about to start watching...because in reality, I had no idea what it was we were going to be watching.

I didn't know that there was a long 2 year hiatus between season 2 and 3, and that it had switched networks from TBS to HBO max, nor that the reason it was being promoted was that Season 4 had literally just been released.  A quick peek mid first season on the AV Club and it looked like they abandoned reviewing the show ep-by-ep early in Season 3 (the thing about the AV Club is their TV reviews only happen based on page hits, and just like TV shows, TV show reviews can get cancelled).  I was very confused about what was in store for me.

Minutes into the first episode, I realized I had no idea what was going on.  This for sure wasn't the goofy mystery comedy I had convinced myself it was.  Instead it was an uncomfortably dark comedy about aimless, self-involved millennials with a broodingly intense underbelly.   I wasn't necessarily enjoying it at first, but I was captivated and consuming it 4 or more episodes at a time.  


Season 1

Shawcat plays Dory Seif, a mid-20's NYU graduate lost in her life.  She's been dating Drew (John Reynolds) for a few years and they live together seemingly out of lack of desire to be elsewhere.  Drew is an incredible drip, a spineless dork who refuses to commit to a stance on anything and follows anyone's lead.  Dory kind of pushes him around because otherwise he wouldn't get anything done.  Dory works for Gail (Christine Taylor) a rich housewife, as her personal assistant, basically a paid friend to help her out with anything she needs.  It's a purposeless dead-end job that provides no fulfillment, and when she tries to find work elsewhere she is told pretty much flat out that she has no qualifications and is worthless. So when Dory finds a missing persons poster for Chantal Witherbottom (Clair McNulty), an acquaintance from college, she starts to fixate on the case.

Dory's fixation on Chantal quickly becomes all-consuming.  She starts to see clues, and becomes convinced she saw Chantal fleeing a Chinese restaurant. She pulls Drew and her other besties, Elliott (John Early) and Portia (Meredith Hagner), into her fixation.  They all have fleeting rememberances of Chantal but literally no connection to her.  As such they question why Dory is so committed to finding her.  Dory doesn't really have answers to that question, ever, except to say that Chantal seemed like a nice person, and that she wants to do something meaningful.  A reviewer (can't remember if it was the AV Club or not) noted that Dory and her friends' ability to pursue Chantal's case speaks to their entitlement, their ability to just go wherever, and say whatever - whether it's to infiltrate a Loving Hut-style cult operating out of a boutique arts and jewelry shop, or going to Chantal's family house for a hilariously inappropriate vigil - they have the luxury of doing so really without any questions or concerns.  

Each of Dory's cohorts has their own Millennial journey in Season 1.  Drew tries to find a spine while checking in on his downstairs neighbour, April (Phoebe Tyers), who may be in an abusive relationship.  April jumps down Drew's throat for even deigning to intervene, then later tries to repay him with agressive, angry innuendo and comeons. Elliott, is trying to launch a boutique bottled water project that promises to donate some portion of proceeds to getting water to children in Africa, except he builds the whole enterprise around his personality (a story about surviving cancer in high school primarily), only for it all to be based on a lie, exposed by Dory's journalist ex-boyfriend Julian (Brandon Michael Hall).  Despite being utterly ruined, Elliott boldly and proudly holds his head up high and lands a book deal to write about his boldly fake life.  Portia, meanwhile, is a professional actress, working on a police procedural where she's playing a young Latinx detective (Portia being an upperclass, blonde, very white woman),  only to be written out of the show because the show's lead is kind of jealous of her youth.

This leaves all three in prime position to follow Dory's lead in searching for Chantal.  To say that I'm skipping some nuances is an understatement, a lot happens in these 10 episodes, but it all culminates in a very intense and uncomfortable showdown in the season finale, and certainly doesn't play out as any of them had anticipated.  SPOILERS: it involves deceit, stalking, cheating, and murder.  Oh, and Canada.

But beyond the more sensational aspects of the show, it's really about looking at how disengaged millennials are, and how they've had to manufacture lives or truths for themselves.  Portia and Drew are both from upper class and seemingly have everything handed to them, but Drew is at once so overly concerned with consequences and yet completely dismissive of them when they arise, like he can just be a wounded, naive puppy and that makes everything ok.  Portia just thinks that because she is who she is that there shouldn't be any struggle, and so she refuses to struggle at all.  She just goes with whatever is happening, no fight really in her at all. Elliott basically has concocted his own reality where he gets to do what he wants, be who he wants, and disregard everyone around him except when it suits him.  His relationship with poor Marc (Jeffrey Self) is as toxic as anything, yet Marc can't help but embrace the abuse.  It's the kind of attention he wants and Drew is more than willing to give it to him. And Dory is just so lost, that she doesn't care about the impact her fixation is having on herself or the people around her, and she allows herself the option of getting lost in the narrative she's constructed, believing it to be the only truth despite what people around her tell her.  Her conviction only seems to suck them in.  It ultimately threatens to ruin them.

Season 2


Where season one was a darkly comedic mystery, even quasi-thriller at times, season two goes even darker, a bitingly bitter psychodrama that turns the whole show on its head.  

There's no escaping SPOILERS about where Search Party goes fromherein, so you've been warned.

At the end of Season 1, Dory was attacked and Drew clobbered Dory's attacker, killing him.  Elliott convinces them to dispose of the body rather than calling the cops and Portia refuses to be excluded, only to instantly regret getting involved.  Again, the show indites these millennials with their "good enough" attitude, thinking that they can somehow get away with this crime with the bare minimum of effort and a decided lack of tact or considerate thought.  But hey, they found Chantal and are hailed as heroes, despite building their whole heroic fable on a house of cards.

Julian, the guy who exposed Elliott last season, smells something off about this, and there's something rather potent about the hard working Black guy picking up on white people's bullshit that the show taps into.  Likewise, Detective Hartman, a Black female NY cop, is on the case of the missing dead guy, and it doesn't take long for her to recognize the perpetrators.  It's just proving it that eludes her.  Again, a hardworking Black person sees through the lies of the entitled, yet struggles to get out from under them, it's a potent metaphor.

But even with eluding direct capture through an ever expanding web of lies, all four of our protagonists are dealing with some intense post-traumatic stress.  Elliott starts developing physical symptoms including rashes and hair loss, and leans heavily on Marc, the poor sap, to hold him up.  Portia takes solace in her art, playing a Manson family murderer, and getting under the thrall of her director (Jay Duplass) in a very deliberate example of grooming.  Drew just wants to run away from his problems, a very Drew thing to do, which emboldens him set up a stack of domino lies to try and land a promotion that would take him to Asia.  And Dory, she tries to move on with her life, to confront her guilt, to hold the gang together, to keep the their secret buried under smoke and shadows.  And when she's threatened with exposure she goes even further.

Season two is so very, very dark, and intense, and uncomfortable.  The show never even tries to play on sympathies towards what Dory and friends have done.  If anything it wants you to understand what they're going through in their guilt but it also wants you to root for their inevitable capture, if only to alleviate the tension, which effectively builds and builds over the 10 episodes.  Dory, in particular, becomes challenging as our lead character to follow, as it's clear the walls are closing in on her to everyone except her.  It sets up the arc of the third season well.  It's gripping but heavy viewing and it weighed on my mind throughout the three or four days we were watching this season.  There's still some humour in it, and a few very big laughs along the way, but the darkness overwhelms the tone of the season.

Where the second season fails though, is in fulfilling its own promise of Julian and Detective Hartman.  Both are sent off in purposeful side stories that ultimately don't find their way back into the main thread.  Julian exposes Chantal's fake kidnapping in a very public article, but then is basically blacklisted for calling Chantal (who positioned herself as a victim of abuse) a liar.  Then he's sexually harassed by a woman running for senator who thinks that the boy who cried liar on a victim of abuse is ripe for the treatment.  The show makes it hard to figure out if this woman is trying to teach him a lesson, or if she is legitimately harassing him.  It's a thoughtful story but we've spent so little time with Julian as a POV character that it seems strangely pidgeon-holed at this stage of the series (and then only to not follow through much with Julian  Detective Harmon, meanwhile, is sent off on a wild goose chase with Dory's lies, and then falls into a situation much like Dory herself fell into.  It's meant to be ironic, and I think the show thinks it's clever (it is a little) but again, it fails the characters in favour of a punchline.  Detective Hartman is basically cast aside after this.

Season 3


Search Party
takes yet another pivot into full on farce in season 3.  It's an even wilder tonal shift than that between season 1 and 2.  Effectively Dory and Drew are arrested (Portia and Elliott manage to escape prosecution) and a very public trial happens.  Dory pivots even deeper into her darker self, convincing herself of her innocence and kind of reveling in the media attention.  Drew, on the other hand, is feeling at rock bottom with no where further to recede. 

Dory gets a pro-bono lawyer in the form of Cassidy Diamond (Shalita Grant) which is the result of Gail calling in a favour from a friend.  The only hitch is this is Cassidy's first ever trial.  Cassidy is the show's best-ever character, a modern take on Legally Blonde where everything about her screams "not a lawyer" and yet, she's completely awesome through and through.  This show needs to spin Cassidy off into her own show ASAP.  Grant is endlessly delightful in every scene.  Drew's dad, meanwhile, gets him a lawyer from a friend of a friend, who turns out to be Louis Anderson in prime form of a man well past his prime, and almost past caring about doing a good job.  In the courtroom, the trial is presided over by a judge who has a medical condition, and so he has to constantly be snacking.  The buffet of snacks on his bench grows and grows as the trial goes on.  

Prosecuting the trial is the feisty Polly Danziger (Michaela Watkins), who can't help but hate these millennial kids.  Her purpose of prosecuting Dory and Drew is just, but her attitude about it is all wrong.  She's placing the blame on a generation, and not the individuals, and so she's kind of the villain of the piece, even as Dory sinks deeper and deeper into unlikeable asshole territory.  The mugshot of Dory, decked out in her red and black patterned dress with her hair done up and a half smirk is kind of iconic, and Season 3 makes a case for putting Dory on the list of great villains like Hannibal or Freddy.  You WANT to see her punished.

Elliott, meanwhile, looks for a win and proposes to Marc with all the sincerity of a professional liar.  Marc doesn't care and their wedding promises to be epic.  It is, absolutely.  Portia meanwhile feels lost and finds Jesus, with all the conviction of Elliott and his marriage.  Chantal wants to have purpose and meaning and something to call her own and takes a paid interactive seminar for women in business, which seems like it takes off only to fail in spectacular Chantal fashion.  Julian gets confronted by the now-Senator who maybe harassed him, to no real satisfactory purpose.   These side stories feel like kind of meaningless asides compared to the big show trial that centerpieces the season.  While the season sor of collides at Elliott's wedding with the arrival of Dory's stalker, and then peaks again with the big trial finale, it ends with the friendships having ruptured and then reformed and ruptured again, like globules in a lava lamp.

The indictment of millennials persists in this season, and yet, like every season it also finds its sympathies for them.  The narrative here at times is Millennials are handed everything they could ever want, on a silver platter, and yet, what is given to them is never as good as it appears, and just as often as not sets them further back than ahead.  Just as the trial is a farcical indictment of a generation so too the show's critiques are held up as farce, as if acknowledging that what it has to say about them isn't necessarily the truth, just a grand exaggeration of the truth for comedic effect.

Season 4


Once more the show pivots.  Dory has been kidnapped, and nobody seems to notice.  We wanted to see Dory punished for two seasons now, and her kidnapper, Chip Wreck (Cole Escola) does quite a number on her.  He chains her up, shaves her head, forces her to renounce her friendships and claim him as her bestest friend ever.  He locks her up in a basement cell that is a plush recreation of her NY apartment.  It's like Saw if directed by Michel Gondry. 

Chip's confinement of Dory is part of his own priviledge... a rich, spoiled child with everything handed to him.  He's had an exceptional education but no need to apply it to anything.  He has exceptional talent (I mean his dolls are incredible and his plush recreations are absolutely amazing) but no need for his talent to be validated.  What he doesn't have is kinship, friends, and he's fixated on Dory being the one that actually understands him.  He feeds Dory only apples and chicken nuggets, he dehumanizes her while praising her, he's an even more disturbed version of Portia's grooming director from Season 2 and yet still less vile in some way.  Dory's attempts to escape are constantly thwarted, and her punishments severe, with Chip pulling out the final straw with some serious chemical brainwashing. 

The show is trying for us to find our sympathies for Dory again, and it's a credit to Shawcat's acting, some very brave moments of deep vulnerability that a completely broken Dory, after everything she's been through, finds her way back into our hearts.  She never wanted to be who she was, she never wanted the things that happened to her to happen, but at the same time, she refused to acknowledge her part in events for so long, she tried to bury it and pretend like there was a different truth to it all and it made her evil and villainous.  It's a warning, in some ways.  But finding truth in self, when we put on a deceptive face every day, is a real challenge.  When the world expects nothing out of Millennials and has for years only sought to judge them for how they don't stack up to previous generations, who are they?  What is their identity?

Drew has escaped to a fantasy land, which he thinks he finds joy in, but only finds minor solace in his escape.  Elliott is asked to sell out what remains of himself, and he does so gleefully, becoming a celebrity talking head on a right wing news channel, decrying his own gayness and pretty much anything he ever claimed to believe in.  Portia auditions to play herself in the docudrama on Dory's story, only to land the lead role.  But her perception of Dory and what the producer's perception of Dory is clash, and she just can't seem to get it.

Eventually the gang realize that Dory is missing, not just escaping them, but legitimately in trouble, and they can't convince anyone of the problem.  This second half of the season takes them on that inept Scooby-doo gang silliness that I originally thought the show would be.  Where the first half of the season is a Stephen King style thriller-drama, the second half of the season takes the shape of a full-blown comedy (with a little dramatic catharsis in the mix). There's a surprise guest star late in this season that just elevates the entire show into legendary status, and her performance is big, bold, cartoonishly delightful... and it brings to the show one of the top five most epic car chase sequences ever filmed (epic in its absurdity, truly).

Likewise, there's an episode that spotlights Chantal's journey following the events of Season 3 that shows that the show has completely mishandled its side stories in previous seasons.  Really stepping aside for a character for an entire episode, rather than trying to weave it throughout a season, is infinitely more satisfying and less frustrating.  It's less of a distraction and serves the character and the performer much better.  Plus Chantal, of all characters, is the most ridiculous figure, and continues to only get more and more ridiculous every time she's on screen.

The finale of season 4 provides a weird sense of closure to the series, but, along with the final moments of episode 9, episode 10 makes you question the reality of what you're seeing and have seen.  What is the truth for these characters.  If it were the series finale, it would be a rather fitting and beautiful sendoff to a very mixed and complicated series... but only a few weeks since its release, a season 5 has already been announced by HBO Max. The creators are teasing an actual finale, but stating "you never know".  How very Millennially non-committal of them.

Friday, February 26, 2021

ReWatch: a few thoughts on the Aliens franchise

Alien (1979, d. Ridley Scott - theatrical cut)
Aliens (1986, d. James Cameron - directors cut)
Alien3 (1992, d. David Fincher - renegade cut)
Alien Resurrection (1997, d. Jean-Pierre Jeunet - theatrical cut)
Prometheus (2012, d. Ridley Scott)


I think I've undervalued the Alien franchise almost entirely.  As a youth, horror movies and the concept of horror and gore upset me greatly, so I avoided the Alien franchise until I was in my mid-teens.  I mean, I already knew the general thrust of Ridley Scott's original feature thanks to a Mad Magazine digest I had for some time which broke down the beats of the movie but as a spoof.  Also, I knew the chestburster scene but from Spaceballs.  Comedy was the context in which I could handle horror.

But as a teenage geek, into comics and sci-fi and toys, Alien and Aliens were huge.  Dark Horse had started publishing comic books, Kenner was making some really cool looking action figures, and there was a new Alien film on the horizon.  Plus, my geeky friends were all about how cool the Xenomorphs and Colonial Marines were.  In preparation for Alien3, I watched the first two films and started reading the comics starting with Aliens: Genocide, and yeah, I got all in on Xenomorphs, buying many of the action figures... and yet, I wasn't entirely sold.  At the same time, I was getting into The Predator and certainly took a much bigger shining to that franchise (I most definitely bought more Predator figures and comics than Aliens).



Of the original two films, the "cool one" was Aliens, because it was so much more action heavy and bombastic, with big catch phrases like "Game over, man" and "Get away from her, you bitch", but I liked the simmering pacing of Scott's original masterpiece, the subtlety of the technology and how the effects were less smoke and slime and more sets and shadows.  The aesthetic of Alien was closer to Star Wars, which as you know is totally my thing.  Plus, Alien, leaves so many answers on the table, like Star Wars ... well, maybe not nearly as expansive as Star Wars, but certainly there's a lot of world building just put out there that kind of makes you want to know more.  What is Earth like in this future.  What is the Weyland Yutani Corporation's business?  What's the deal with that found spaceship? What's up with this alien....what does it want?

Subsequent films and comics do explore these questions, and yet, returning to Scott's original film, it still inspires those same questions.  Even knowing some of the answers, there's still the sense of awe and inspiration to the picture, and the possibilities of stories in this reality, not just Alien stories, seem endless.

While obviously there's a couple of effects pieces that seem clunky by today's standards (Ash's prosthetic head), the film still holds up in every department.  The acting is phenomenal, the sets are wonderful, the tone and pacing is perfect, the music from Jerry Goldsmith is so reserved that it allows the sound design of the ship noise or space suit breathing to dominate.  It's classic for a reason.

this poster is so 80's
I have a harder time with Cameron's Aliens.  I have developed a real distaste for Cameron over the years.  He's a fan of bigger, louder, more action, less characterization.  His idea for characters tends to be broad strokes, on the nose dialogue, and a "the audience gets it" sensibility.  Most of his films have this tendency, and it doesn't make them bad movies, and certainly he's a craftsman at big effects laden pictures, but I don't tend to enjoy them nearly as much.

This may have been the first time I've seen Aliens: "the Directors Cut", where Cameron adds back in more backstory for Newt and more of Ripley dealing with being lost in time (having been in cryosleep for 60 years, her daughter has passed away from old age).  Both of these expansions makes their connection more meaningful.  It does make for a better movie.  And yet...I find Cameron's fascination with American-style military bravado upsetting.  I believe he intends his films to be critical of this kind of demeanor... I mean the swagger and bravado does ultimately gets pretty much all of them killed, and yet he can't help but making them all seem cool, with neat gadgets, big muscles and no fear.

The film still looks quite good, though the miniatures are quite obviously miniatures and you may notice there's not nearly as many aliens as you think they are (as many Colonial Marines die from friendly fire or accidents as they do from the aliens attacking).  Some of the sets look very much like sets, and the pacing of the film is action beats so the horror aspect of the first is all but gone.  I think the action is what people respond to, but to me the film keeps falling flat on its face from line delivery.  I can't tell if it's the script or the direction, either way Cameron is to blame.  To the point that half of Ripley's line deliveries - we're talking Sigourney Weaver here, a great actor - are painful, just painful to behold. I don't see that problem with Weaver in any of the other films.

Geeky people I meet don't like that I don't like Aliens, but I also don't hate it.  But it's Cameron-isms just make it a film that doesn't resonate with me, and I don't think very fondly of it.  I didn't not enjoy watching it this time around, if that's any consolation.  But people do get upset with me when I tell them I like Alien3 better.  Because I do.

this poster is so 90's

Or that's the stance I've taken for almost 30 years.  I don't have much attachment to Aliens so the fact that Newt and Hicks are dead at the start of the film doesn't bother me at all.  I think it's a bold thing to do, actually.  But I like choices like this (see also The Last Jedi).  And it takes Ripley immediately out of any comfort zone...and places her on an all male (and mutant double-Y chromosome) penitentiary planet.  And puts inside her an alien queen, while the prison colonists are picked off by an alien that came out of a bull (it's a bull in the "Renegade cut" but a dog in the theatrical version).

Basically the Aliens toys is where they hammered home the fact that the Xenomorph adopts some of the physical characteristics of its host, and I've always liked that idea, so it's good to see a differently styled and performing alien here.  A quadripedal one as opposed to the bipeds of the first two films.  Of course, Alien3's the first time a xenomorph is rendered with CGI and it's not great.  They didn't have the ability to really render shading and texture the same as they do today, so any CGI effect doesn't feel organic to the movie.  Thankfully the majority of the scenes they use a puppet, and there's not much call for other CGI given the abandoned factory set they constructed.

Alien3 is a bleak film, it's very fatalist.  Ripley knows her time is limited, she's the only woman trapped in a prison of dangerous men, and she knows that if the Corporation finds out about her that they will make her a lab rat (or kill her and take the alien baby).  Ripley doesn't make many connections with these convicts, and as characters there's a relative sameness to them.  As such, their deaths don't really have any real impact, but as a whole the mood is just ominous and overwhelming.  Plus, it's got Fincher's style, which goes a long way.

It's kind of a laborious film though.  The "Renegade cut", which tries to approximate Fincher's desired cut based on his notes (Fincher has notoriously disowned the film and never wants to look at or discuss it again) extends the length of the theatrical cut and it feels long.  The theatrical cut I *was* fine with but seems very messy in comparison.  It's not a perfect movie, it's not always the most exciting movie, and I don't even know if I truly like it all that much, and yet I still prefer it to Aliens.

When we got to rewatching Alien Resurrection is where I realized how unique the Alien franchise is.  Each film has its own very distinctive directorial voice to it, and each film definitely has its own tone.  For better or worse, but mostly for better.  The cohesiveness of the franchise, of Ripley's journey, despite its many different styles, remains.  There's a through line that somehow works, even if Resurrection as a coda is kind of a slap in the face to the character.  Yet even that slap works.

visually striking, terrible at
selling the movie

I remember being so disappointed with Resurrection when I saw it in theatres, and being disappointed again watching it on whatever video format I was watching (Laserdisc perhaps).  The film just didn't seem to work for me.  I had expectations and it didn't deliver.  Yet, 20+ years since last watching the film, there were so many scenes and images that remained embedded in my brain... that must mean something.

The script largely came from Joss Whedon (no comment) and it has all the action-adventurousness, nerdy jokes, and exploitation of the franchise that one would expect from a Whedon script.  Jeunet is best known for the sweet, twee, playful, meticulous Amelie, and in hindsight, he's tried to bring that playfulness and meticulousness to the Alien universe (no sweetness or twee mercifully) with what were initially unfavourable results.  

And yet, this time around, I found myself very appreciative of what this film is, at least for some of it.  The first 45 minutes of the film are rather wondrous.  Jeunet's lens is still playful and curious, finding the strangest angels and viewpoints to the point that it feels antithetical to an Alien film, even though the elaborate sets, distinctive costuming and effects all pop in their own right and feel like next generation Aliens.

There's a new corporate military on the scene, and they've cloned Ripley from DNA from the prison planet in Alien3, the purpose to try and get an alien queen for research purposes.  There's a scientist played by the always deranged Brad Dourif who is a Grizzly Man-like character: a guy who thinks he can befriend the beast.  Then there's a rag-tag group of mercenaries who become the anti-hero squad Ripley aligns herself with.  They're kind of a fun group (mostly it's Ron Perlman's charisma carrying the whole squad).  Unfortunately they include Call, played by Winona Ryder.  She's an android built by androids, there to destroy the aliens and the cloning project.  She should be tough, and Ryder is the wrong performer for the role through and through.  There's nothing appealing about Call, and the idea was to set her up as the post-Ripley face of the franchise.  Instead she almost put the last nail in it.  She's awful, and I think having a director and crew who barely understand English didn't help the situation.  She's easily the worst performance in the franchise (and yet most of the other performances in this film are superior to those in Aliens).

This clone of Ripley is delightful though.  I remember not liking the performace originally but this time around I found it really fun, and Weaver was owning it with a smile on her face.  She has this connection to the Aliens because her DNA has mixed with theirs, and likewise they have a connection with her.  It's goofy, but it's fun to explore.

There's a crackerjack action sequence with a swimming Alien which I love, and just some cool, nerdy takes on Aliens stuff happening throughout the feature.  But for some reason it doesn't all work, and again I think it goes back to Jeunet's style and Whedon's script.  It's light, it's more adventuresome, and there is absolutely nothing scary about it.  It's a very sweaty, gross movie, maybe not the sweatiest of the very sweaty franchise, but certainly the grossest. The hybrid alien that closes out the film is haunting and ugly and yet, it's got those big innocent eyes that make it kind of a tragic figure.  The last 15 minutes of this film is so out there, so weird.  It doesn't feel like it fits in the franchise at all, and yet, I kind of delight in it all the same.  It's just SO WEIRD.  It's not a great movie, but I kind of glad it exists.


a most gorgeous poster

Now, this may be a bold take, but Prometheus is my favourite film in the franchise. I wrote about the film years ago when it came out, and I loved it.  I still love it.  This I think is my fourth or fifth viewing of the film, which is basically Star Wars and Marvel numbers because I don't tend to rewatch films anymore (there's just too much content).  And yeah, my love hasn't diminished one iota.  

I think this is where I've always wanted the franchise to go... elsewhere, a little outside of the Xenomorphs and certainly away from Ripley.  Let's see what else is going on in this universe, how other people live.  That it acts as a sort of origin story for Alien's "space jockey", an origin story for the xenomorphs (basically an experimental weapon created by the Engineers) and an origin story of humanity (also an experiment of the Engineers) is all wonderful.  It provides these quasi-answers to questions one might have had about the aliens' origins from the first film, and yet, it doesn't really answer them to any satisfaction. Why, is one question that refuses to be answered.  Why did the engineers create humanity, and why do they want to seemingly destroy it?   Why have they created so many weapons of mass destruction.  We don't get these answers.

We find out some Weyland Yutani background, but it's seeded in a weird family drama that's maybe the fourth plot line of the movie.  And there's David, a robot who is exploring the idea of god.  The Engineers are man's god. Man is his god.  What can he be god of?  Can he destroy his god?  Can he destroy god's god?  These are the things David likes to think about.  He's malevolent in his quest for answers to theoretical questions... it's not personal.  He has no soul, no emotions, no inhibitions.

David's story takes on a new life in the lamentable Alien:Covenant.  I hear that Scott cut out about 40 minutes of character and story beats from that film to slim it down into a more taut horror film, but it's the lesser for any decent sense of characterization, and the world building left in feels pigeonholed.  It certainly does a disservice to what Prometheus sets up (see I'm reacting to Covenant the way people reacted to Alien3 ).  There's thought that Scott had a larger 5 story arc in mind starting with Prometheus but it doesn't seem to be coming to fruition.  I think Scott is kind of obsessed with artificial life (see also Blade Runner and Raised By Wolves, the former of which is marginally in the Alien's universe, the latter seems like it's universe-adjacent) and had more of an Aliens vs Robots thing in mind.

But forgetting all of what went on after Prometheus the film weirdly stands on its own to me...it's connected, but also disconnected, and the arc from start to finish is satisfying that I don't really need everything else outside of it.  Which isn't to say that I will only ever watch Prometheus ever again.  No, I'll probably return to every film (yes, even Covenant) at some point.  

Now that Disney basically owns the Alien franchise, I'm very curious what comes next.  Obviously it's not going to be Ripley (nor likely Ridley) centric, which means it's going to be new terrain.  The first stop in the the Disney stable is the first ever Aliens comic book from Marvel.  (Hopefully there's no attempts to try to integrate the Xenomorphs into the Marvel Universe, as that universe already has the Brood, which were a riff on Aliens in X-Men in the 80's...plus, Dark Horse paired with DC a lot to bring Superman, Batman, Green Lantern and the Justice League versus Aliens.  That's maybe too much superhero crossover).  My hope, especially after re-watching all these films, is that they continue to choose interesting directors with a strong individualistic sensibility to carry the franchise on, and that they don't get lost in trying to serialize it too tightly.  Alien/s doesn't need a grand operatic saga feel, it needs distinct voices to continue to give it new and unique life.

 

Tuesday, February 23, 2021

3 Short Paragraphs: Yesterday

 2019, Danny Boyle (28 Days Later...) -- download

I am not sure whether I had a dream about this movie last night, or had a dream about writing this blog post. Either way, last night I was dreaming of a world where the Beatles didn't ever exist, or more accurately, 4 guys did not come together as a band. That is the central premise of Yesterday, wherein a not-successful singer/songwriter from a small town on the English coast, wakes up from an accident, in this Beatle-less world, and decides to bank on their absence to become a wildly successful popstar by "writing" and performing their songs.

This is where I admit to not being a Beatles fan. Its not that I don't like them, I just don't see what all the fuss is about. Sure, great, catchy pop songs and more than your fair share of gems amongst them, but... *shrug* ... meh. But the rest of the world, our world, assumes they are the greatest pop songs ever, so if someone was to perform (for the first time) them in a mediocre fashion, they would still raise him to the heights of BeatleMania. Sure, whatever. You be you, rest of world. 

This movie was more a Richard Curtis (Love, Actually) movie for me, than Danny Boyle. To be honest, I am not sure Boyle has a signature style that identifies any piece of film as his. So, the charms of Curtis's characterization are there, along with his quirks and odd humour. And it was that which I loved about the movie. Its a cute little flick, with likeable performances, and people you want to hug, or slap. Curtis always has to have a character you just want to slap. And no, I don't mean Ed Sheeran -- my reasons for wanting to slap Sheeran are entirely separate from this movie. I mean, the guy is an incredible singer and performer, but I just do not like the music he choses to make money from. I like his smaller, quieter stuff, which I hope he will actually make an album from, someday.

Monday, February 22, 2021

I Saw This!! What I Have Been Watching: A Long Look Back: B (Or Not Two Bees)

 I Saw This (double exclamation point) is our feature wherein Kent(!) or Toasty attempt to write about a bunch of stuff they watched some time ago and meant to write about but just never got around to doing so. But we can't not write cuz that would be bad, very bad.  2020 bad.

What I Have Been (or Am) Watching is the admitted state of me spending too much time in front of the TV. But what else was 2020, and 2020-Extended (2021 on the calendar) about? Well, beyond baking bread and not cutting hair. Didn't do much on the former, and only one cut in one year, on the latter.

A is here.

Speaking of Nathan Fillion, I needed something familiar and satisfying as 2020 wound down and was showing no real sign of changing. Thus, Castle.

It is very odd to look back on a series and quickly watch (a couple of episodes a week) an actor slip into his comfort zone, and put on weight, after watching him so entirely slimmed down in his current role. As people age, they either let themselves evolve into a softer version of themselves, or they take the greying bull by the horns and change it. 

*looks down*  Go away bull.

The show still holds me, light and as much about the camaraderie between the mains as about the Murder of the Week. Nathan's goofiness still makes me chuckle, especially considering how the series ended with such tension between Stana Katic and Nathan Fillion, in that sometimes our heroes fall (go Google Joss Whedon these days) but sometimes their older body of work remains. If anything, that Fillion still retains his relationships with many of the actors from this show, says volume.

A year or so later, I am still slowly moving through the show, almost to the later seasons where I personally think it devolved into tension (between main characters, not actors) creating conspiracy plots, that lost me. I know a popular format show has to find new ways to do things, to keep interest, but I am one of those that enjoys the formula for what it is.

On a similar note, I started rewatching iZombie (for the 3rd time?) purely because of this tweet from star Rahul Kohli. There is so much joy in that dance training montage. And despite being a show about a weekly murder, a woman (as well as increasingly more characters) who is mostly dead, the show was pretty light hearted. Most of the characters have a great sense of comic timing, but especially Ravi, the guy who runs the morgue, Liv Moore's boss and the character with the most heart. By this rewatch, we mainly watch it for him. OK, also for Clive the detective (Malcom Goodwin, Breakout Kings), Major (Robert Buckley, The Christmas House) and the delightfully charismatic bastard Bad Guy, Blaine (David Anders, Once Upon a Time). OK, and maybe Peyton (Aly Michalka, Two & a Half Men) -- rawr. 

But strangely enough, not for Liv. Oh, Rose McIver does a great job as lead zombie, but for the most part, I don't like the character, not the way she treats her family and loved ones, not the choices she makes, and not the way she always gives into the brain she has eaten. Its the gimmick of the show, in that she eats brains to survive (supplied by the murder victims), she gets pseudo-memories from them, and pretends to be a psychic for Clive, using the "visions" to help him solve crime.

And, of course, plugged into every year are broken up rewatching of sun & sand & murder on Death in Paradise. This is your classic British murder-mystery of the week, but with one small difference -- it takes places entirely on the fictional Caribbean island of Saint Marie, an offshore British protectorate, but which also has a significant French population. The formula is that a British Detective Inspector is forced to stay on the island, due to odd circumstances, and ends up becoming the Chief Inspector there. Eventually, one way or another, one DI leaves making room for another to come from the UK and replace him.

First, the aspects of the show that irk me -- the bloody White Saviour aspect of it. They don't even try to pretend that there is someone competent enough on the island to become the next senior inspector, and always find some obtuse way to bring in another familiar British face to be the white man to an entirely black police force. The other trope is that his direct support is always of French origin, but has ties on the island. Marmy and I have been head-canon-ing a re-write for a new season in which we turn the tables on the tropes letting a local become the lead detective, supported by a local white guy who has made it into the force.

But beyond the annoying tropes, I do love the formula. British formula procedurals are a bit American crime drama, a bit Agatha Christie, a bit Sherlock Holmes. But really what I love about the show is its location, the quaint little island that is westernized enough that everyone speaks English, Brits are everywhere and it would soothe my nervousness about unfamiliar locales. Also, the island pretty much matches location for location, to those that appeared in my recurring dreams from the later 2000s, in which I was portrayed as being a caretaker on some tropical island. I no longer have the dreams, but they did come with a grand sense of calm and escape I wish I could find now.

And finally, as expected, I just needed a dose of GREAT, and gravitated back to my finally very-good-quality downloads of Fringe.

OK, now I am really convinced that posts on this blog are disappearing. How can I have NOT written about Fringe before this?

Rest assured, despite having not written about this show before, it is easily one of the my most favourite things to watch. It is scifi, it is procedural investigation, and it is so fucking heart-felt, you can expect me to utter out loud, an audible, "Ahhh..." as I crinkle my eyes at some emotional scene I love. 

The premise simple to begin -- an collective task force is setup, some FBI, some Dept of Homeland Security, etc. along with a brilliant but insane scientist, being chaperoned by his estranged son, and they are asked to deal with events best described as Weird Science. Eventually the show outlines that the "fringe events" have a pattern, something they have been connecting the dots on for quite some time. But not until Walter Bishop leaves the asylum, escorted by his son Peter, does the fringe force begin seeing results. But it only leads to even more questions, and when answers finally DO appear, their world will never be the same.

So, beyond the weird science events, some mystical, some utterly horrific, the show is so fucking heart-felt. Emotionally damaged Walter Bishop is kept in check by a barely supportive son, while emotionally subdued Olivia Dunham leads the charge. And when they are in the field, Special Agent Astrid Farnsworth (or Astro, or Aspirin, or whatever permutation of her name Walter chooses that day) watches over Walter, and provides him ample assistance. The lead characters all end up being some of my most favourite fictional people of all time.

We are just ending up season 2, for about the fourth time, and the show has revealed an alternate reality, damaged by an incursion Walter did when Peter was a boy. This alternate reality is leading its own war against our world, and it was their own incursions, and the science they developed to lead the battles, that led to all the "soft spots" and episodes of spontaneous weird science happening in our own. As the show moves forward, it does lose some of its own continuity, but instead, expands into entirely new ones, that in later seasons are utterly mind blowing. Only Fringe and Person of Interest carry such reverence in my mind, as shows that made me think and feel as much simultaneously.

Sunday, February 21, 2021

10 for 10: what even is TV anymore?

 [10 for 10... that's 10 movies (or 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: a bunch of teevee

The Flight Attendant Season 1(HBO)
Saved by the Bell Season 1 (W)
His Dark Materials Season 2 (HBO)
Big Mouth Season 4 (Netflix)
The Queen's Gambit (Netflix)
Star Trek Discovery Season 3 (CTV SciFi)
Los Espookys Season 1 (HBO)
Lupin Season 1 (Netflix)
Keenan - Pilot (NBC)
Young Rock - Pilot (NBC)

...m'kay...

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No doubt about it, 2020 was a completely fucked up year, pardon my French. Nothing was normal, everything felt off, and, you know, for some people it was really really bad (and for some it remains really, really bad, or has gotten even worse).  I feel very fortunate for where I am living, and working and able to frivolously talk about TV and movies on the internet to literally tens of people!  Such a gift!

Had you asked me on January 1, 2020 what one of my favourite shows of the year would be, I never thought a quasi-spy/mystery/psychodrama starring the Big Bang Theory's Kaley Cuoco would be near the top of the list.  But there it is.

I loathe the Big Bang Theory to the point that I feel offended whenever someone thinks I watch it just because I'm a geek.  I'm not going to get into it, this is not a Big Bang Theory review, but I dislike the show so much that pretty much everyone associated with it I just want to write off completely.

Yet I've had to begrudgingly admit that Cuoco's vocal performance as Harley Quinn in the (now HBO Max original) cartoon is fantastic, and that as producer of the series she's actually had somewhat of a guiding hand in how that show comes together, and the messaging it presents.

The Cuoco softening continued with The Flight Attendant, which the wife and I started watching on a whim because a commercial before whatever HBO show we were watching made it look like a really really fun series.

And it is.

It's super fun, but the commercial made it out to be more of a Peter Sellers-esque farce with Cuoco's titular flight attendant bumbling through being a suspect for a murder and doing everything wrong in trying to clear her name.  In reality it's much more dramatic than that, as Cuoco's character, suffering intense PTSD and anxiety is coming apart at the seams while still trying to do something proactive.  And Cuoco is fantastic in the role.  She treads a very fine line between realistic and over the top and always stays on the right side of it.  The show goes broad but she stays grounded.  I've clearly misjudged her (though I have not misjudged The Big Bang Theory).

The Flight Attendant is utterly consumable, an effective mystery thriller, while also being supremely charming with a very well rounded cast.  There are some stretches and missteps and moments that feel too large for the story, but they're forgiven by how easy it is to invest in the story, the characters and the character dynamics.  The twist that Cuoco's character works through her issues in her head with her murdered lover is the shows fantastical conceit, but it's wonderful and works so well to help get inside the character's fractured midset.

Just an absolute delight.  Unfortunately they're planning a second season which I think is a mistake.  This feels so right self-contained, and I worry that Killing Eve syndrome will happen, where the show's quality dips so dramatically without an actual plan or guide... but you never know.

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Just as I never thought that a show starring Kaley Cuoco would be one of my favourite things of the year, I would have never guessed at the start of 2020 that the rumoured Saved By The Bell redux would be one of my favourite things of the year.  And both The Flight Attendant and Saved By The Bell were airing at the same time, so I had two unlikely appointment television shows going.  I was really questioning my sanity for a moment.

I didn't much like Saved By The Bell as a pre-teen, because it was the lead program responsible for cartoons disappearing from Saturday morning network TV.  You know, the stuff that made getting up Saturday morning worthwhile and so very exciting.  I caught the odd episode, but I generally tried to find something else to watch or go off and play on the Commodore 64 or read comics or something.

So there's no way I should have been looking forward to a reboot.  I had no nostalgia for the show, and really the thing I like most about SBTB is the Funny or Die series on youtube, "Zach Morris Is Trash", where they run through an episode of SBTB in 4 or 5 minutes with the thesis of how Zach Morris is the worst person on earth, and they're usually proven correct.

But the redux/sequel/reboot was a curiousity, that's basically it.  And the first commercial for it, it actually made me laugh multiple times.  It was to my own awe and dismay, when, halfway through watching the first episode I not only found myself laughing constantly, but also genuinely appreciating what the show was doing.

This new SBTB finds an "urban" school being shut down due to budgetary and safety concerns and some of it's lower income students finding their way to the very upscale world of Bayside High, where everything is clean, bright and surprisingly progressive.  You would expect the show to play off of differences in an antagonistic way, but the rich kids are welcoming of the new wave of multicultural students (it's more their rich parents who have the difficult time).

Though the child of Zach Morris and Kelly (Tiffani Amber Theissen) whatserface is in the show, they mercifully make him a side character, and he's delightful in a supporting role, a prankster and oblivious spoiled rich kid.  Instead the lead of the show is one of the transfer students, Daisy, who is the one who breaks the fourth wall and addresses the camera directly (remember in my last 10 for 10 talking about Enola Holmes and how people were upset with it using the "Fleabag device" of talking directly to screen, Zach Morris did it decades earlier).  Haskiri Velazquez as Daisy is very endearing and fun in the role, giving those glances and asides a lot of unique charm and character.  

The show examines the class and race divides and it has a character who is trans (Lexi, the most popular mean girl in the school), which seems like it would lead to a lot of "very special episodes" but instead the show expertly weaves a rather deft comedic narrative about topics that should be quite sensitive.  It purposefully defangs the tension and gets the point of acceptance across (if not always activism, although that's one of Daisy's big things).

The pilot was so good, I rewatched it when I made my wife watch it, who agreed that the show is a thousand times better than it has any right to be.  I neglected to even mention how it continues the Saved By The Bell continuity, carrying over cast and characters from the previous series and making deep cut references to episodes and events and tropes of the old show.  These things are there, and they're hilarious even if you don't get the reference, because it's evident that these absurd events they're referencing were things that happened once on the old show.  But it's not stuck in the past or reliving it, it's just joke fodder.  And seeing former cool guy A.C. Slater as now the kind of pathetic Coach is just fun in its own right, but Mario Lopez plays the character so tone perfect as to not make him sad (that's reserved for John Michael Higgins' ineffective principal).

It was when I saw the credits and Tracey Wigfield's name came up that it all became clear why this show worked so well.  Wigfield was a Tina Fey disciple, having a hand in 30 Rock and The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, and this adopts that production and comedy style... that rapid-fire, jokes-per-second pacing that's a kind of comedy gold.  But the young actors are so well cast and the midset is so perfect... I love this show, so unexpectedly, but it presents such an optimistic world, while acknowledging there's still bad stuff.  It's kind of the show we need right now.

More please.

[41:33] 

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The first season of His Dark Materials was a bit of a slow burn, it took its time to get going, and even when it did it felt like it was still in complete set-up mode.  Season 2, covering the second book of Philip Pullman's His Dark Materials trilogy moves at a much faster pace.  Lyra and Will meet, they hop between dimension, and there's kind of a more focused trajectory for them.  We know the dangers they're facing, we know what they're looking for, but the more important part is they have each other. It works well, the budding friendship and connection.  They both have destinies to achieve, and they're both kind of oblivious to the fact.  Lyra has greater designs than Will, but will is comfortable with the fact that he's the guy who needs to help ensure Lyra's destiny comes to fruition.  

In the background, there's the machinations of our evil beings over at the Magisterium, with some polite murder and a new patsy regime taking hold, if only so that Ruth Wilson's fantastically perplexing Marisa Coulter can do whatever she wants without any real oversight.  

The first season seemed bogged down with too many characters, but not enough sense of what to do with them all.  The second season feels so much more streamlined, so much tighter, much more consumable.

It also helps that it's playing with parallel realities, which is, next to time loops, my favourite sci-fi trope.  And perhaps that's ultimately what makes Season 2 resonate with me more than Season 1, it's more science-y than fantasy, and I do favour science fiction over fantasy, (but I'm usually pretty happy with a blend).

I was nervous that the show wasn't doing well and that it wasn't going to get to wrap up, but thankfully HBO is committed to the project and is closing it out with a third season.

[51:47]

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Uh oh.

Big Mouth is back.  It's about to get uncomfortably hilarious.

We rewatched Season 1-3 during the lockdown and were quite ready for season 4 when it came.  This season promised both more of the same as well as something different...some growth for the characters, if not necessarily maturity.

The third season ended with Nick and Andrew's friendship dissolving and the fourth season picks up with them forced to bunk together at camp where Nick's summertime best friend, Seth, played by Seth Rogen winds up becoming fast buds with Andrew.  Meanwhile there's a trans girl who everyone used to know as someone else, and it's Jesse who is the first to accept it.  As usual among all this is the plethora of dick, fart, and poop jokes as well as the hormone monsters only serving to make bad situations worse.  The camp setting is only the first three episodes of the season, but the show easily could have extended it.  Hopefully there's more camp in subsequent seasons.

Big Mouth accelerates rapidly through storylines, pushing its dense cast of characters through dramatic paces at a stupefying rate.  Missy finds her own voice as a young Black woman (which culminates in Jenny Slate passing on the voice work to Ayo Edebiri, a proactive choice made by the show just as the cries for accurate vocal representation were starting).  Jay an Lola get into a very weird relationship which seems to sweetly work for those two disgusting kids. Matthew gets more involved with his boyfriend and so much more.

It's all a lot, and very outrageous, and frequently in questionable taste, but that's the show.  It's very progressive in some ways but still mired in little kid poop and fart humour, and 80's-influence raunch comedy. 

If there's one takeaway from season 4 though, it's that Nick as a character is becoming a real asshole, and that Andrew, who was already aware of his own asshole tendencies, is at least aware of it where Nick is not.  And that makes it harder viewing when the ostensible lead of the show becomes more and more unlikeable.  I hope that Nick finds some sense of self in the upcoming seasons.

[1:07:05]

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I avoided The Queen's Gambit because it was one of "those shows", you know, the ones that becomes a thing, and everyone watches and says its the greatest thing and you must watch it.  I buck up against that kind of stuff, because therein lies mediocre shit like The Da Vinci Code right?

But COVID hit the industry hard, and new content suddenly became a trickle rather than a flood.  Sure I could have went and started, say, Orphan Black or something, but The Queen's Gambit was right there, staring me in the face.

And yeah, I have to admit, there's definitely something there.  A young girl, traumatized by the death of her mother, and orphaned, becomes addicted to the pills the orphanage used to help the kids sleep (oh, the 60's).  But Elizabeth also finds chess, and becomes fixated.  Not only does she have an aptitude for math, but even more a preternatural ability to read the chess board, to calculate possibilities.

Young Elizabeth is interesting, but it's when the show jumps forward to her being a teen in the second episode and Anya Taylor Joy takes up the role that the show becomes fire.  Joy takes the character from a naive newbie to a shrewd and calculating ingenue, and handles the varying paces required of her with aplomb.  She's clearly got an emotional disconnect from her reality but those moments where she breaks the facade, Joy plays so perfectly.  The relationship with her adoptive mother is one of convenience at first but becomes one of intense meaning, it's where Beth learns to be a strong, independent woman, to look out for herself and not compromise anything.

It's all framed in Beth's experiences in the world of competitive chess, where she is one of few women, and certainly the only woman of world-class caliber.  The show never really goes too deep into what probably was an actual misogyny minefield, and instead seems to have more fun with chess players as intellectuals who respect skill and smarts. It also enjoys how capable Beth is at cutting down most anyone she meets.

If the show flails, its in its final act, where Beth goes to a Russian invitational, a big deal for an American chess player.  The Russians are the gold standard and considered unbeatable.  The mini-series falls into a lot of happenstance and cliches, and improbable logistics to be emotionally manipulatate, to give the audience the feels in an unjust manner.  It taints the whole production for me.  I'm sure most people wouldn't even notice.  But other than that, it's a wonderfully sumptuous production, so well crafted visually, the wardrobe is out of this world, and Taylor Joy just a captivating presence.

[1:22:39]

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Season 1 of Star Trek:Discovery was difficult for many because the visuals looked far too advanced when compared to what we see in the original series ("TOS"), and being a show that takes place roughly ten years before TOS creates a cognitive disconnect that was hard for many to resolve.  When at the end of the second season, the crew of the Discovery find themselves a thousand years in the future, it seems like, finally, the show is where it should have started.  It should be home now, exploring a far different reality than the 80 year timespan explored between TOS and Voyager.

I love how the season opened, with sole focus on Michael Burnham, as she finds herself separated from the crew in traveling to the future, and makes friends with a bounty hunter (?) named Book who shows her the ways of the further.  A friendship is forged and adventures are had.

The second episode shows what was happening on Discovery while Burnham was off on her own thing. And I was liking the idea of alternating between Burnham and Discovery for a few episodes as they had their own adventures on their way to finding each other.

Alas, at the end of the second episode of the season, they find each other.  Too soon.

From there Burnham becomes fixated on "The Burn", the event from 100 years prior wherein all the dilithium in the universe exploded all at once, crippling interspace travel.  Though people way out of time, and their technology seemingly archaic, it's the Discovery that is the only ship that can travel pretty much anywhere in the cosmos thanks to the spore drive, thus making them both invaluable asset to the fractured remnants of the federation, but also a dangerous weapon in the wrong hands.

There's some floundering in the midseason, and frankly too much Burnham focus for my liking.  The conecit of the show being centered around someone who wasn't Captain of a ship seemed like a good idea to start, but the crew has come together and the cast has gelled, it's time to become more of an ensemble and stop having not just the universe, but the damn timeline revolve around Michael Burnham.  I don't even dislike the character, but I dislike the gravitational pull the show puts on the character, the center of everything.

The last third of the season is nicely propulsive, if not always sensible.  It gets big and resolves a lot of the big issues they set up, but almost too cleanly, as it really could have spent a lot more time being more traditional Trek in navigating this future reality, but instead it ends with a triumphant new normal.  That said, it does poise the fourth season to be this future reality exploration in a traditional Trek sense... but we know this show buck up against that expectation time and again, so we'll see how it fares.

A mixed bag, but more better than worse...just frustrating
(SPOILER:
how!? How do they promote Burnham to captain after she goes rogue time and again and follows nothing but her own intuition even when it clashes with the established morals and guidelines of the federation.  It's maddening that they did that.  She should have been thanked for her efforts and cast out.)

[1:37:08]

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Some of the comedy and film review podcasts I listen to had in the past mentioned Los Espookys and the name stuck in my head.  I tried looking up the show, but it was just never something remotely accessible in Canada, until recently when it popped up on our Canadian HBO streaming.  I hopped right on, really not knowing anything about it.

What it is a delightfully silly, mostly Spanish language comedy about a group of 20-somethings who are obsessed with horror and operate a upstart business that does spooky things upon request.  It seems like a bad idea for a business, and it is, but it's a niche idea and the show takes us through their adventures with their niche clients.

I don't really know how to explain Los Espookys.  It's its own comedic reality, where everyone acts a little weird so people acting a little weird doesn't seem weird to anyone.  Movies like Nacho Libre or Kung Fu Hustle come to mind, where the reality that the characters inhabit is one which everyone accepts, but obviously are patently absurd to us. Like, there's this whole side thread about Andres, a fabulously droll and goth gay man who is the young heir to a chocolate empire.  He is dating and later engaged to a statuesque but vain and superficial heir to a cookie empire... and their relationship makes no sense, but that's kind of the point.  Or Tati, the most awesome, out there character of the show.  She's supremely positive and up for anything, but also utterly incompetent and oblivious to her incompetence.  She's always doing odd jobs, seriously odd jobs, like breaking in peoples shoes, or moving the second hand in the clocktower (it's now running 3 minutes slow as a result).  There's weird asides, like the local tabloid news broadcaster who seems to be brainwashed, or Uncle Tico in L.A. played by Fred Armisen whose gift in life is parking cars, and can only seem to relate to people on that level.

It's an utterly delightful and silly show, and I was very sad that it was only six episodes long.  At the same time, six episodes seemed to be the perfect amount to work through its various arcs while still readying itself for more to happen in a sequel season.  This is a show where I think less is more.  It feels like it's taking the path of British comedy, in that way, and smartly so.  It's a good plan to obsess over the comedic details watching on repeat than to drown in too much absurdity.  I'm ready to rewatch, any time.

[1:51:30]

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Lupin
is a famous French thief from novels.  It's been adapted many times and even inspired a famous anime series.  This is a modern take on it from Louis Leterrier, which is more about a character who is inspired by the Lupin books, rather than Lupin having been a real person in this reality. 

The show is very watchable, with Omar Sy being a very charming lead.  The story, over its six episodes, is kind of a mystery that unfurls, as Assan Diop pulls off a very daring heist at the Louvre, which seems like just a gig, but then reveals to have very personal layers for Assan.

Assan is a father and has an ex-wife whom he gets along well with.  It's clear there's love still there but Assan's profession keeps him distant.  But this very personal journey he's on brings up aspect of his past, his immigrant father framed for a crime he didn't commit, and Assan finally understands that there's actually a wrong to right.

But he must first understand who is to blame, and the many skills he's adopted over the decades as a master thief are put to work in solving that puzzle.

At six episodes, the first season ends on a cliffhanger which feels like a cheat.  So few serialized shows are six episodes anymore that it seems like it was an intentional ploy to get more money for less episodes and guarantee a reorder.  The show appears to be quite popular, so a second season is likely, and, well, I'm up for it.

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Keenan Thompson has been on Saturday Night Live for a record smashing 19 years now.  It's hard to remember a time when he wasn't on the show, and yet his presence is always welcome.  He hasn't seemed to age at all and he's so comfortable in the live setting he's able to be a naturally funny presence in almost any role he's playing.  He's got recurring characters, sure, but his best roles are ones where he gets to mug or react to something.  He's a top notch supporting not-ready-for-primetime player, but now he's got his own show that, well, doesn't seem ready for primetime.

Keenan the show puts Keenan as a widower father who is also a morning show celebrity in Atlanta.  His morning show curiously isn't a sort of  parody of morning but rather tries to earnestly ape the morning show vibe in a scripted sitcom.  It doesn't work.  They should let the characters improvise here, give it a sense of flow, but as it is, it's just dull pap.

Outside of the morning show, Keenan has two daughters in sort of the pre-teen/early teen age range.  They're a good heart to the show and have that kind of "we know whats really going on" precociousness.  Also living with Keenan is is father-in-law, played bafflingly by Don Johnson.  I don't say that as a race thing but more of a ...Don Johnson? thing.   Also Keenan's brother lives with him, a rather shiftless Chris Redd, the only one to bring any laughs to the pilot.

Where this first episode of Kenan fails is two fold.  Firstly, it seems like a sitcom that has no audience or laugh track, the pacing is all off.  It may be COVID fallout, where the show was written as a live studio audience comedy, and so it just plays off flat as it waits for laughs never to come. The second reason is it doesn't let Kenan do what Kenan does best, which is react wildly to things.  I mean yeah, that could get tired very quickly, but it what I want to see and there is literally none of it in the pilot.

Maybe it's a work in progress, but this pilot is so dire, I don't know that it's going to get enough episodes to really work out its rhythms

[2:11:32]

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Young Rock
is a bizarre vanity project for Dwayne Johnson, where they mine stories from Johnsons life to present a show that takes place in many eras with many different people playing Johnson at different stages of his life.

We see Johnson as an 8-year old, living with his mother and idolizing his absentee father, the wrestler Rocky Johnson.  In the pilot we find young Dwayne given all sorts of promises by his dad, going to back rooms to meet wrestlers like Junk Yard Dog, Andre The Giant , and "uncle" Iron Sheik where they're just casually hanging out.  I loved this behind the scenes of classic wrestling, but also there's a really good emotional core as young Dwayne looks up to these glorious behemoths talking both life and the biz.

We then catch up with Dwayne in high school, where he was a bit of a shrewd shoplifter, and trying to elevate his status at a new school... with semi disastrous results.  There's some pretty good comedy bits here, including the shoplifting tag exploding, and the fact that all the other high school kids think he's a Narc ("dude, you're bigger than my dad").

There's a third arc as Dwayne starting his football career and trying to get off on the right foot with his new teammates goes awry.  It's all about the facade, the kayfabe, the fake reality you build to fool others into perceiving you how you want to be perceived.  

All these individual parts, honestly, are pretty good.

What's not so good is the bizarre framing sequences set in 2032 where real Dwayne Johnson, is running for president and is being interviewed by Randall Park, now the host of a popular news journal.  One of the hardest things to write well is this kind of talk show interview, and it's too easy to have characters say lines that fit the plot or whatever rather than talk like real people.  It's kind of off putting how bad these sequences are despite starring two extremely charming performers.

There's definite promise here though but a lot of bugs to work out.

[2:22:32]

Saturday, February 20, 2021

10 for 10 (+1): lively and animated

 [10 for 10... that's 10 movies (or 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: some all-ages fare, some of which has been sitting on my "to review" list for a looong time:

Happy Feet Two (DVD) - 2011, d. George Miller (Mad Max)
Pinocchio (D+) - 1940, d. various
Maleficent: Mistress of Evil (D+) - 2019, d. Joachim Rønning (Pirates of the Caribbean 5)
The Sleepover (netflix) - 2020, d. Trish Sie
Enola Holmes (netflix) - 2020, d. Harry Bradbeer (Fleabag, Killing Eve)
Bumblebee (netflix) - 2019, d. Travis Night (Kubo and the Two Strings)
Ponyo (Blu-ray) - 2008, d. Hayao Miyazaki
Mulan ('95) (D+)- 1998, d. Tony Bancroft, Barry Cook
Soul (D+) - 2020, d. Pete Docter, Kemp Powers
The Great Mouse Detective (D+) - 1986, Ron Clements, Burny Mattinson, David Michener, John Musker
Bonus: Batman vs. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (on demand) - 2018,  d. Jake Castorena 

And...go:

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Have I seen Happy Feet? I have no recollection of such events.  Happy Feet Two came into my life years ago as a gift to my daughter from a family member who sung its praises.  I love this family member, but I know their standards for movies is...well...not the same as my own. 

It was YEARS later when I learned that the Happy Feet series was directed by George Miller, creator and sole proprietor of the Mad Max series of films.  I mean, what?  But, then, you have to remember that Miller also directed Babe: Pig In The City, so the man is clearly a genius.  Happy Feet must be something special, right?

...Right?...

Honestly, it's fine.  It's fine to watch, it has some cuteness to it, there's a global warming message, a few little chuckles, a couple of neat, wholly out-of-place moments, even a couple of cool visual moments, but it's still a middle-of-the road children's movie.  
 
Where the best Pixar or Disney film kind of roots down inside you and makes a home, Happy Feet Two is a sorta pleasant mild breeze that feels kinda nice for a few seconds then goes away.  It's something you barely notice, and you're certainly not stopping for it and hoping for more.

Good for the young ones.  Fine to watch with them.  Maybe something that reveals some layers (though unlikely) on repeat viewings.  Robin Williams doing yet another suspect accent.  Sigh.

Moving on.

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I don't have any great love for Pinocchio.  In general most of the classic Disney movies left no impression on me as a child.  I was a superhero kid and these quaint fables and morality plays didn't really have a place in my brainspace.

I'm certain I saw Pinocchio when I was a child, but it wasn't something I ever went back to, so watching as an adult I was surprised, both by how weird it was, and also by how bored I was of it.  It's a story that, even with maybe only seeing it once or twice as a child, I was still pretty familiar with, and yet, the things I didn't know seemed so freaking out-there.  I should have been impressed, but Pinocchio the character is such a shitty little wooden boy I was annoyed along with my boredom.
 
Pinocchio as a movie feels like it takes forever to get going, and when it does, it's baffling.  There's a whole pedophilia subtext of kidnapping children to take them to "Pleasure Island" that is just...no thanks.

I know a film from 1940 can't be blamed for the impact it's had on popular culture.  Not that the impact is a bad thing, but the overarching fable and the parts of the story that have permeated the culture are far more resonant outside the film than within.  The good things from Disney's Pinocchio has actually outgrown the film they came from.
 
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Another Maleficent film. 
Ok.
The first one wasn't the best, but I like Jolie in the role and hoped that the second one, maybe, could do something a little better?  I honestly don't remember... 
 
(breaktime for a quick wikipedia refresh)
 
Oh, right.
 
This second entry in the evil-Disney-witch-prequel genre goes a lot bigger the second time around, with more political machinations as the parents of the prince to which Aurora (Elle Fanning) has fallen in love with are just bad people who want to start a war with the more magical realm on their doorstep.

It has not stuck with me, but I remember being more impressed with this second entry, particularly in how big it tried to get, and actually going full bore into war.
 
Just as I thought I might be tempted to watch this film again, I recalled the lingering  problem from the first film.  It looks ugly, the costuming and makeup the exception.  And this gaudy CGI aesthetic drags the whole franchise down.  It's maybe not as bad as the first one, but for the sheer scale, which must have made this an expensive enterprise, it still looks pretty bad.

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Speaking of films I can't remember, The Sleepover is a hot bit of absolute nothingness.  What is this film, I asked myself, as I could not recall anything beyond the title.  Once I looked it up and saw that Joe Mangianello, Malin Akerman, and Ken Marino were the adults in show, I had the vaguest of recollections.  It's about a sleepover where the kids hosting the sleepover find out their mom is a superspy and has been kidnapped.  They mount a rescue mission, because of course they do.

Was this film any good? It can't have been too good or too bad, because I can't really remember it at all.  It's another of these Nickelodeon-styled middling kid fare.  Not unwatchable by kids or their parents, but also nothing that's really going to get people too excited.

I just asked my 11-year-old what she thought about it.  She thought it was a funny adventure movie that she watched a second time on a weekend group Netflix watch.  She has indicated it is something she would watch again.

I guess when you're 11 and have only watched a few dozen movies, mediocrity like this still stands out.

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It should come as no surprise that the director of Enola Holmes had also directed Fleabag, as this film employs the talk-directly-to-the-camera asides that Phoebe Waller-Bridge's sensational comedy did.  Not that it's an exclusive thing, but to do it well requires good direction. 

The Letterboxd audience seemed mixed on this idea, that it's somehow the lesser for even deigning to employ such a trope, that it's been overplayed or that it cheapens Fleabag.  But I thought the picture employed it very well, and Millie Bobbie Brown is exceptionally good at the knowing glances or emphatic asides.  Brown is obviously the lead of the film, and it's really a breakout role for her.  Eleven on Stranger Things is kind of a thankless role, one that doesn't give her nearly as much to do, or showcase much depth or range.  Here, she gets to be intelligent, impetuous, clever, charming, feisty, fragile, focused and funny, and Brown excels at them all.  (When people pitch her as a young Princess Leia, it was in this film that I finally saw it.  And agree.  I don't want young Princess Leia adventures, but if they're going to do it, Brown is the right choice.)
 
I won't say she carries the film on her own, as there are so many great supporting players, from Henry Cavill as Sherlock Holmes, Helena Bonham Carter as their mother, and Fiona Shaw as the headmistress of a finishing school the abandoned Enola is forced to go to.
 
Cavill's Holmes stands out particularly because he breaks from the tradition of making him cold, cunning, calculated, and a little heartless.  Cavill brings warmth to the role (not to mention some serious handsomeness) and the elder-sibling/younger-sibling rapport between him and Brown catches on quick.
 
The main drag of the movie is it's primary mystery however, which deals with some weird political lordship at the turn-of-the-20th-century.  It's not that it's ill handled, but it's not the most gripping adventure.  The far more interesting facet of the movie is Enola coming to terms with her mother abandoning her, and the family that doesn't seem to want her.  But she's a determined and capable young woman, as the film proves, which makes her a pretty stellar role model to watch with young women of any age.
 
I liked this tremendously and hope there are more in the series promply in the works.

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Oh, Transformers.  A property I've given more than a fair chance to, but just never caught on for me.  I spent some time with it in the 80's and it wasn't my thing.  I watched quite a bit of Beast Wars in the 90's, for reasons I still don't fully understand.  I actually liked the first Bay film, and gave up on the franchise after the second (I would watch the third in part years later).  The toys were never really my thing.

And then there's Bumblebee.  Why should this one be any different.  Why should I care about this one any more than anything that came before it.  Why should this Transformers entry/ quasi-prequel inspire anything other that an eyeroll?

Because it's pretty damn good, that's why.

It opens with a big sequence on the Transformers planet where there's some kind of conflict between the two factions of 'formers.  What makes someone an Autobot or Decepticon is not something explored in this or any of the other stories I have seen, it's just accepted that there's a good side and bad side.  Likewise, how do these robot-people come into existence?  That's just another conceit you have to give into with these things.  These stories do take time to explain why they transform into other things though, so there's that.  But anyway, this film opens with a big, expensive, and, most notably, CLEAN-looking sequence of Transformers in conflict on an alien terrain, and even though I don't have any nostalgia for the property, it's pretty damn awesome.

Then we get to Earth, which reminds me of so many of the sci-fi movies and TV shows I grew up with that promised big things only to put those big things on screen briefly and then trudge around mundane terrain of planet Earth. 

But this film is set in the 80's, which kind of puts it on-point when it follows this kind of storytelling trope.  Though I have no nostalgia for the property (I keep saying) this film is laden with nostagia for the 80's through and through, which makes it transformative in its own right.

It winds up being a-girl-and-her-robot tale, the kind we've seen a thousand times, (except it's usually a-boy-and-his-whatever) only this really understands all of the usual paces of such a story and it stays truthful, yet updates it to something that's still pleasing as a modern audience.  I love Iron Giant, and this is basically that, but live action, and with Transformers, and I kind of...maybe not love...but like it a damn lot.  And Hailee Steinfeld is great, just great.  She's proves herself capable of being a leading actor.

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 I have been neglecting Studio Ghibli films for too long.  I seem to watch one or two and then none for years on end.  I keep meaning to just sit and binge them, but I just never get there.  Ponyo, though, is a good reminder of why I want to invest in the Ghibli films, more specifically the works of Miyazaki.  They're weird but they're great.

Here we have the story of a guy who lives undersea, who mated with some form of sea god, and has a school of fish children.  One of these little fishlings gets lost from his undersea cruiser (the design of which is just a beautifully clunky animated marvel) and gets trapped in a jar. She washes ashore where she's rescued by Sōsuke, a five year old who's having a hard time with his dad being away a lot.   

The most unreal friendship is forged between this girl-faced-fish and this playful boy, but in trying to keep Ponyo both secret and safe Sōsuke winds up in misadventure, including a pretty terrific looking tsunami.

It's a bizarre movie through and through, but it knows it and embraces it, finding emotional connections in many places along the way.  That's kind of Miyazaki's thing.

It's a pretty majestic movie and reminds me I need to get back on that Ghibli wagon.

[1:18:43]

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Just like the 40's and 50's classics, I'm also not well versed in the 90's classics of Disney.  Look, I was a teenage boy when the Disney renaissance hit, and, well, let's just say none of these films were targeted at me.

I haven't had a tremendous desire to catch up on them either.  But I'm slowly picking them off when I have an inclination to.  Like, Tarzan was just a "lets see what Disney did with the property" whim a little while ago, and both Aladdin and Mulan were about seeing the "original" (Disney adaptation) before seeing the live action version.

I recall nominally liking Mulan but also being frustrated with it, in large part to how passive Mulan feels in the film.  At this stage, the film hasn't stuck much with me, save for a weird feeling of appropriation, that the wrong people were telling the story.  And that some actors, who were not Chinese, were voicing Chinese characters because Asian representation in 90's cinema was poor, and I'm sure casting were pretty narrow minded in their selections.

Eddie Murphy as Mushu the dragon wasn't nearly as annoying as I was anticipating, certainly much less a nuisance than he was as Donkey in Shreck, or other comic relief sidekicks (of the Robin Williams sort, see Happy Feet Two or Aladdin), but still, Eddie Murphy for a Chinese dragon named Mushu?

I still have yet to find that Disney renaissance movie that really resonates with me.

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I should probably write more about Soul ...and THINK more about Soul than I ultimately will in 10 minutes here.  But I really, really loved the film.

I acknowledge the criticisms of the movie (this New Yorker article lays them out pretty well), that we have a film that implies representing the Black experience, but upends it with a body switch comedy that undermines said experience.  And looking at the film through the lens of larger cultural representation in film, specifically family-centered animation, there's a shocking lack of Black voices and black stories available, and none certainly made on the scale of Soul.  In that regard, Soul is disappointing in its failure to go further, deeper, and more specific. You can almost feel the "correction" to make the film broader culturally, so that it was less specific to one type of culture.  It's an old mentality when it come to filmmaking, making a story for as broad an audience as possible, that the more specific you get, the more alienating it is.  I don't think that's correct thinking, but it's the way it's been for a long time.

Would Soul have been a much different film had it gone more culturally specific.  Or even something simpler like what if 23 was voiced by Lupita N'yongo instead?  The powers that be could have made these rather simple choices, and it is truly sad they didn't think to do so, and ostensibly they wouldn't have changed the film all that dramatically but the film could have meant much more with that kind of thought behind it.

Yet, that criticism fully understood, and even agreed with, I still loved Soul, the experience it takes us through, the before-life where souls aren't yet defined.  I love an imaginative reality, much like the one in Inside Out or even Monster's Inc. where it takes a non-coporeal concept and creates an imaginative society out of it.  There's also a philosophical component, about what makes us who we are, and what defines us as people.  What is it that we should carry with us to the afterlife?  It's ponderous without belaboring any specific point.

 The tonal score from Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross crossed with the jazzier score and music from Jon Baptiste is phenomenal. There's two realities in Soul both represented by difference in sound as well as visuals.  

I can watch Soul and see its flaws, but also appreciate its craft.  But I was experiencing the film in my own head as I watched it the first time, I'm curious with the viewpoint of others now resonating in my head if I approach it differently the second or third time around and if I'll like it as much?

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Just before the Disney Renaissance there was The Great Mouse Detective, a quick and dirty Disney animated feature that kind of finds the middle ground between the golden age of Disney animation and the 90's era. 

The world of The Great Mouse Detective is one within a world, a sub-culture of mice and rats that live a very human-like existence, where they have all these things in miniature that are akin to our "normal-sized" reality, and then there's the maximized setting of our reality that are just gigantic objects to the rodents of the picture.

Visually, TGMD does not lack for cleverness, but the story is dull.  It's trying to play off of Sherlock Holmes (to be clear, there is a Sherlock Holmes in this reality, but "Basil of Baker Street" is his mouse analog, living in the trenches underneath Holmes' Baker Street residence) but it has no time for really crafting any sort of mystery, and the options for Basil to prove his intellect and keen sense of deduction are sorely limited.

Had this film played through an actual mystery, I think it would have resonated much more, but it's barely a morsel of a movie as is, certainly not a meal, and with no real meat nor potatoes to go along with it.

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BONUS!


I've watched many, but not even close to all, of the direct-to-video DC animated features made in the past 15 years.  To be honest, the fact that they've almost exclusively been adaptations of comic book stories with only a few originals scattered in the midst has made them less interesting and less alluring to me.  I tend to only catch them by happenstance, usually on television or promoted on demand, and even then I feel a little reluctant to watch them, knowing that they're rarely satisfying.

The viewing of Batman vs Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles was a little more calculated, in that I noticed it was airing on TV and I recorded it, hoping to watch it with my daughter knowing she was both a fan of the many different Batman cartoons and also a lapsed Ninja Turtle fan.

Alas, she seemed disinterested and so my eventual viewing of the recording was one where I was distracted playing a game on my phone through most of it.  What surprised me in taking it in this way was how much fun I had while barely viewing the animation at all.  Though based on a comic book that crossed the two properties over, the voice cast and the script bring it all to life pretty nicely.  

And then I cottoned onto late the fact that they were animating Batman in a classic Jim Aparo style and I started lamenting my distraction.  I was rapt through the last third of the picture as it, in a very gonzo nature, guided the Turtles through Batman's rogues gallery, suddenly mutated thanks to a modified mutagen.  There was some very sharply comedic moments in the picture, which is surprising as these DC Animated pictures are typically such staid fare.  There's a particularly great moment involving Poison Ivy that could have felt at home in the Harley Quinn series.

I caught only a glimpse of Batman fighting Shredder in the opening of the film, but the final fight was actually quite spectacularly orchestrated and executed.  It's not "big screen" animated quality, but for what it's trying to do, it's really nice looking.  It blends the animated worlds of Batman and Ninja Turtles exceptionally well without stepping on any of the animation that came before it, but also kind of giving a nod and a wink their way.

[2:13:28]