Monday, June 27, 2022

3 Short Paragraphs: Memory

2022, Martin Campbell (Casino Royale) -- download

I need a proper tag for "Liam Neeson as aging ____" movies. Considering the number of times I have mentioned this says a lot -- well, either says a lot about his type-casting, or me being prone to repeating myself. The weird aspect of this movie is that the tag is also the advertised plot of the movie, but in reality, its barely a subplot. I get that Neeson is phoning-in these movies, probably just collecting as many paychecks as he can before he's relegated to just playing the Stationary Old Guy, but WTF is the director of Casino Royale doing such an amateur job, that I assumed this was just some C-grade director assigned to adapt the popular Belgian flick De zaak Alzheimer, about a hitman with Alzeimer's.

Like all adaptations, the core of the movie is there. Neeson is Alex Lewis, a hit man for organized crime out of Mexico. He has Alzheimer's. He's on medication but still losing details, and he wants out. But, as always, one last job: take out a wealthy man and recover some info, but also kill Beatriz, the 13 year old daughter of a sex trafficker recently killed while being taken into custody; she knows things about the world her father forced her into. Alex refuses, and that causes things to spin out for him. The thing is that after that initial setup, the movie really stops being focused on him as the Aging Hitman struggling with Alzheimer's and mainly follows rogue FBI Special Agent Serra (Guy Pearce, Memento), as he struggles to uncover the child trafficking ring based out of the illegal immigrant detention areas built by the wealthy man Lewis was sent to kill. 

As the movie continues, the ties between the two plots are there, but the main character relegated to the background, doing his best to remember who he has to kill, and assist Serra with justice for the girl. Much of the movie seems so utterly phoned-in, it can only be something assigned to Neeson & Campbell by those purple suits that haunt the periphery of my film viewing. The supporting cast is ironically barely memorable, and the use of Pearce and Monica Belluci (Spectre), as the Bad Guy, is just utterly wasted. 

Sunday, June 26, 2022

I Saw This!! What I Have Been Watching -- Wot? No Movies P2

I Saw This (double exclamation point) is our feature wherein Kent(him) 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.  That dog in the fiery house bad.

What I Am/Have Been Watching is the self-admitted state of typically Toast (not him), spending too much time in front of the TV. Sure, the Great Pause is winding down (culturally if not virally) but habits have been formed, doors have been locked and going outside is soooo pre-2019. The weird thing of late is not committing to movies. Sure, we add them to Watch List, we Download them, we say, "Let's watch xxx instead of TV tonight," but then we just either re-watch something classic or I find something else to download. 

One Episode is a segment in which we talk about shows we have watched one episode of (and sometimes more). We would like to watch less volume and more quality Television but that involves wading through a bevvy of meh to get to the good stuff. Sometimes we find gems which, for one reason or another, we don't (or haven't yet) watched another episode of.

P1 is here.

Stanley Tucci: Searching for Italy, 2021, CNN - download

If you have seen my IG feed, you know I love food. And despite what I usually say ("I love eating"), no it's more about a love of food and all its glory. I was raised in a state of food phobia (i.e. a picky eater) and barely ate anything outside of my usual North American fast-food fare, or meat & potatoes. Once I was out of my home town, and with Marmy's sense of cooking at hand, I learned to love different food choices. And it continues, with almost new foods entering my radar almost every day.

One of my formative food experiences was Stanley Tucci's Big Night (1996, Campbell Scott, Stanley Tucci) about two Italian brothers in New Jersey having one big night of food celebration at their little Italian resto. This was still in my early exposure years, so not everything looked delicious to me, but the approach, the zeal, the absolute love of the making and eating of the food embedded itself in me.

Apparently, Tucci never left his love for food behind (not sure how he stays so fucking skinny; how do YOU do it Kent?) and this show came up on my IG radar recently. He travels around Italy, visiting all of the major regions of the country, sampling the fare they are known for, visiting farmers, cooks, restaurateurs, and chefs. We have only watched a couple of episodes so far, because it makes me so very very hungry. I have already had to dive back into making "rustic" homemade pasta and putting together a quick cacio e pepe.

The amusing thing about food-travel TV is that every dish, every chef's specialty is the "best in the country". So, watching sincere, and sometimes lightly forced, "OMG, that is incredible!" reactions is fun. The first few episodes cover some American standard fares "of the moment" such as the aforementioned cacio e pepe, carbonara, pizza (Naples, with knives and fork?), tagliatelle bolognese, etc.

But its not just about cooking and eating, as he covers some food history (e.g. the Prosciuttopoli scandal), how different foods arose in some regions, the relationship locals have with the signature foods, and we. of course, get to see how absolutely grand travelling Italy with a nice budget is.

Dark Winds, 2022, AMC+ - download

Native American, or indigenous, culture is rising in exposure of late. I wonder how my new Director of Indigenous Affairs would see this exposure of his people's culture through the colonist's eyes. One of my favourite indigenous actors is Zahn McClarnon, who we got to know as the irascible tribal police chief in Longmire. But his character was one of those, the more you know about him, the more you admire. So, it's not surprising that he was chosen to play Joe Leaphorn from the Tony Hillerman crime series, about two Navajo Tribal Policeman working the usual murder-crime mysteries, while being steeped in American Indian culture. There have been a few adaptations prior to this series, but I was not familiar with them; I was here purely for McClarnon.

Only one episode in, we have met Leaphorn as he begins investigating the murder of a teenage girl and an old man who claimed to be cursed after he saw a helicopter used in an armoured car robbery fly over. The wise woman the teenager was working with is traumatized, but alive. As he begins to dig into what is going on, the idea of Navajo witchcraft comes up, which intertwines in a few other sub-plots. And his new Deputy shows up, Jim Chee, who is in fact an undercover FBI agent tasked with looking for the robbers. 

Set in the 70s, this feels it will be typically grim, full of suspicion and anger against colonials and men like Leaphorn who appear to be working for the white man, at odds with their people. This is "pre-woke" but I hope they don't use "period authenticity" in order to just have people be even more shittier to each other, no matter what side they are on.

Ms Marvel, 2022, Disney+ 

This show, and pun entirely intended, is a marvel. As the Internet of Old White Guys buzzes about how they cannot relate to a show about a teenage Muslim Pakistani-American, I just revel in watching something that is made with such vigor, such sincerity. Every episode, I am glad I am seeing the gradations of their Muslim Pakistani-American community, that we can finally step outside the stereotypes of how pop culture depicts the non-whites that make up the tapestry of North American life.

But its also a superhero story, where in a young girl finds a bracelet (bangle) that provides her with weird, loosely controllable light-based-energy, with which she can smash things, catch people and generally do what the Green Lanterns do with their rings.

I also enjoy that the main character did not have to be sexified up. She is a cute, vibrant teenage girl that is allowed to be just that. We don't have a 24 year old CW model playing the role, and very little about the show is even going to acknowledge that side of pop culture. Maybe that is why the Internet of Old White Guys (older than 20) are whining, in that they cannot get their creep factor on.

And the production! Oh, the colours and the stylistic choices! The music and balance between her doing super hero things, and just navigating her family, lifestyle and community! While I find the actual story-story somewhat lacking, all the things in between are perfectly setup.

Friday, June 24, 2022

What I Have Been Watching (Kent Edition) - sitcomedies, sit

Toast's latest hat-on-a-hat-on-a-hat entry pulling more of our subfeatures together than ever before (or ever recommended) made me laugh but exposed that many of our subfeatures have a tendency of overlapping.  So I'm stripping out a lot of the other subtitles and just going with the What I Have Been Watching feature (which is a feature all about the admitted state of spending too much time in front of the TV.  There are too many streamers, too much content, and it drives me bonkers just even thinking about it anymore.  Here's some of what I saw in the comedy category in, let's say, the past year of television)

This is a grammatical nightmare.

In this edition:
The Kennedys (1 season, 2015) - amazon
Murderville (1 season, 2022) - Netflix
The After Party (Season 1, 2022)- AppleTV+
Grand Crew (Season 1, 2022) - Global/NBC
Reservation Dogs (Season 1, 2021) - d+/star
Our Flag Means Death (Season 1, 2022) - Crave
Mythic Quest (Season 1, 2020) - AppleTV+
Kids in the Hall: Death Comes To Town (1 season, 2010) - AmazonPrime (rewatch)
I Love That For You  (Season 1, 2022) - Showtime
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The Kennedys
 seems to be a British take on, like, The Goldbergs or Fresh off the Boat or Everyone Hates Chris or Young Rock, a period-set sitcom that takes a look at a real person's amusing childhood experiences and family life, but, you know, turns them into sitcom fodder thus wearing away most of the autobiographical sensibilities that the show is premised upon.  In this case, it's actress and comedian Emma Kennedy telling tales about growing up in the late 70's in the Jessop Square subdivision.

Young Emma is played by Lucy Hutchinson who at about 12 years old has some pretty impeccable comedic timing.  As the series lead she's surprisingly capable and naturalistic.  She doesn't feel like she's acting or putting on a performance and she convincingly feels of the era, talking about Star Wars and whatnot.  Her mother,  Brenda (played by the IT Crowd's Katherine Parkinson) is the show's powerhouse, though.  A rampant feminist but still unaware of her own trappings in the patriarchy, she's defiant to a fault of her role as mother and homemaker.  She's a boldly entertaining character, both for her lack of hubris, but also not lacking in love or kindness.  Patriarch Tony Kennedy (played by Dan Skinner) is kind of an oblivious lunk, never quite sure what anyone is saying to him or why.  Not stupid, just not always present in the moment.  The family is best friends with the unwed couple Tim (Toast of London's Harry Peacock) and Jenny (Emma Pierson), the former a womanizing drunk, the latter a preening mess of a woman, unsure of what she wants out of life.  

Most of the episodes take place within the neighbourhood and over its six episodes starts to build up familiarity with its surroundings for the audience.  The comedy is multifaceted and quick, with a lot of wordplay, as well as utilizing the sort of late-70s naivety as a hindsight joke machine, and then a whole bunch of non-sequitur side-swipes, which seem to be the fashion of this nostalgiac subgenre of sitcom.

I was shocked to see that there were only 6 episodes in this series.  It's quite funny, well-produced, and exceptionally well acted with recognizable faces.  It's not innovating anything but it's rocksolid in what it's trying to do, and that's usually good for two or three seasons, at least in British terms.

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I don't want to talk about Netflix as an entity.  It's too complicated for this space.  But lets just say they've spent a lot of money trying stuff, most of which is forgettable and didn't work.  The odd thing is transcendant.  Murderville is somewhere in the middle.

It's a fully plotted, largely improvised comedy about a bumbling homicide detective who keeps getting a new partner each week and has a murder mystery to solve.  The partner is a real world celebrity (in this case Conan O'Brien, Marshawn Lynch, Kumail Nanjiani, Annie Murphy, Sharon Stone and Ken Jeong fill the role), playing themself, coming in cold to the situation and having to act along.   The episodes that pop are the ones in which the performers are actively playing along, versus the performers who are lost, sitting back, and just watching things happening around them.

Leading them along the way is Will Arnett as Terry Seattle, who is in the midst of a divorce with his precinct Chief (Haneefah Wood) and is, most apparently, living out of his office.  Seattle drives a pristine looking El Camino (so awesome) which seems to be the only light in his life.  He still mourns the loss of his partner (who is only ever seen in a photo hanging on the wall as Jennifer Aniston) 15 years ago, and puts his grief and anxiety upon the unsuspecting rookie.

Surprisingly the show, for all its improvisational set-up, has an arc.  It's not necessarily a thoroughly satisfying arc but it's surprising that they even attempted it within the format.  It's an enjoyable show, with even the lesser episodes still providing some good laughs within.  It's certainly strange, and unlike anything I've seen done before, but I could see some refinement of the formula into something that's consistently great fun.

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The one series I was most looking forward to on AppleTV+ when I started the service this year was The After Party.  It's the brainchild of Christopher Miller, one half of the great Lord and Miller comedy directing/producing team known for their ability to exploit genre tropes adeptly and shrewdly for maximum entertainment value (see Clone High, Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, the Jump Street movies, The Lego Movie).  

This series I was hoping would be the next great one, a murder mystery in which each episode takes a look at one of the accused but from a different genre standpoint.  It sounded fantastic, and the cast, featuring some of the most underhyped comedic talent going (Sam Richardson, Ilana Glazer, Ben Schwartz, Ike Barinholtz, John Early) all held down by Tiffany Haddish's under-the-gun detective.   The crux is superstar Xavier (Dave Franco) is murdered in his own home during the afterparty following a high school reunion.

Well, I mean, I liked the series, quite a bit.  I enjoyed tremendously the performers, and I liked the characters, and I enjoyed the murder mystery angle certainly enough to eagerly come back from week-to-week, but my expectations of the genre-busting Miller were not quite lived up to.  True, each episode did focus on a different suspect, and leaned towards a specific genre/subgenre/storytype (like a Fast & Furious Movie, highschool drama, musical, animated comedy, psychological thriller) but the realities of trying to uphold a single story through these different genres meant the genres couldn't be exploited to their full potential.  So the show, while fully entertaining, doesn't hit that next level I had hoped for.

Season 2 is in the works.  I'll be there.
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You can't really rely upon network television to deliver anything innovative or surprising.  They are hanging on for dear life in this era of the streaming wars, and know that their key to survival is reality competition shows and programming that appeals almost exclusively to the Boomers, doling out of-the-week dramas in every possible high-stakes professional situation.  At this stage network comedies are life support, and even the mighty Chuck Lorre's laugh track adherence is failing to save them.

So when something like Grand Crew sneaks out quietly, and just as quitely maintains a consistent tone of hilarity and fun, well, it's always a shock.  Brooklyn Nine-Nine was the last great network comedy, and Grand Crew has the potential to be the next.  It's a dead simple premise, a group of Black friends hang out at a wine bar when not living their lives.  It's basically a modernisation of Cheers and Friends  but a lot less dependent on that single situational environment.  It's also thoroughly a Black-led and run show, from creator Phil Augusta Jackson, but it's also inherently accessible as any network comedy should be.  It's a Black-centric show, thus many jokes are very specific references to of Black culture, and I'm a middle-aged white guy so I may not catch all these references, aptly so, but being hyper-specific in comedy is always the correct way to go.  When I do get the references (which is more often than not), they are gold, so I can only imagine how good the deep cut ones I'm not getting are.  But the general sensibility of the show's humour is straight-up character silliness, like Brooklyn Nine-Nine or Happy Endings.  It really leans into the characters goofball traits, and their unique personas for the majority of the humour, and it's great.

The cast is tremendous.  Echo Kellum (Arrow) is the lead of the ensemble, a flitty, hopeless romantic who just broke up with his girlfriend and is learning to live without love for a while, despite his impulses.  His sister Nikki is played by Nicole Byer, a hypersexual alpha who's also a realtor.  Carl Tart plays the perpetually unemployed, always calculating, boisterous Sherm while his roommate Aaron (Anthony Jennings) is the buttoned-down professional accountant who has to be the responsible yin to Sherm's yang. Then there's married friend Wyatt (Justin Cunningham) who is a stay-at-home husband (and still uncertain how he feels about it).  They make a new friend who works at the wine bar in Fay (Gracie Mercedes), who is relatively new to L.A. but still uncertain about her place there.

This is very much an episodic show, with only a little bit of character and/or relationship development happening from episode to episode.  They're a tremendously fun crew, some might say "grand".  Even when the show tackles the impact of yet another tragic murder-by-police shooting of a black youth, they still manage to find some levity within the resonance without dipping into "very special episode" terrain.  A second season is on its way, thankfully.  The current 10 episodes just isn't enough.  Grand needs a nice long life.

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Reservation Dogs
 is a comedy in the vein of vanity projects like Atlanta, Master of None, or [edited...let's not go with that suggestion, apt as it was].  Normally "vanity project" has a negative connotation, but for creative performers like Donald Glover, Aziz Ansari and [redacted] their vanity projects give them a chance to hone and showcase all of their skills, including writing and directing, as well as delve deeper into more thoughtful exploration of subjects that aren't explored elsewhere, and certainly not with their point of view.  These projects take on their own rhythm, their own style, even though they're of a type together, they feel the impact of their creators' visions in letting creativity be the star.  Episodes tend to feel more like mini-movies than serialized television.

With the support of producer Taika Waititi, Reservation Dogs was given life at FX from director and sketch comedian Sterlin Harjo, but unlike many a vanity project, Harjo remains off camera and uses the platform as an showcase for Native American performers, writers and more (both Ansari and Glover, though, it should be noted, use their platforms to elevate others too, but the talk of those shows is still centers so much around them).

The show is a comedy (but also has some weight behind it) about life on an Oklahoma reservation, following the "Reservation Dogs" crew, four teenage friends who steal shit to make money for a good cause, getting the fuck off the reservation and going to California.  They recently lost one of their crew to suicide, and the loss haunts them each in different, sobering ways. Things get further complicated when the NDN Mafia, a rival quartet of teens arrives on the scene and start taking shots at them.  What could have been a very straightforward series based off the setup quickly reveals itself within its first three episodes as something much more contemplative than that.

The episodes all vary in tone and subject matter and even who is starring in them, but they're all amazing, exploring so many different facets of res life, Native heritage and culture.  While there are some amazing guest stars (Gary Farmer, Zahn McClarnon, Jon Proudstar, and Kaniehtiio Horn among may) throughout the season, the stars are the four young members of the Dogs.  Devery Jacobs is Elora, the de facto leader of the crew, and the one who maybe feels the most outwardly motivated to leave the res.  Her spotlight episode finds her attempting yet again to get her drivers license only to get embroiled in her instructor's whole side deal.  Bear is played by D'Pharaoh Woon-A-Tai, an awkward young man who needs the gang to bolster his sense of confidence and masculinity (but he also has a bold but equally awkward spirit guide, hilariously played by Dallas Goldtooth).  Bear's spotlight episode finds his estranged father, a successful rapper, returning to the res for a charity event, and Bear's mom tries to brace him for disappointment, but he starts spending the California money to try and look a big shot for his dad which raises tensions with Elora.  Willie Jack, played by Paulina Alexis, is tough-talking and hard-as-nails but is very connected with her family and was hit hard by her cousin's Daniel's suicide.  Her spotlight episode finds her going hunting with her father, but flashing back to memories of hunting trips with Daniel, and it's a very emotional journey that explores the problems of depression on the res, and the lasting impacts they have.  The final member of the crew is the youngest, Cheese (Lane Factor).  Quiet and laid back, he gets on with everyone and just kinda of seems to tag along with the dogs with no personal agenda.  Cheese's spotlight episode is actually more a spotlight for McClarnon's Officer Big and a showcase for the town as he has the young man as his ride-along partner for the episode.  

As many shows have keyed into over the past decade, you get a lot of mileage out of building out the population of your environment.  What used to only be seen as a thing in prime time animation (The Simpsons primarily) has now become a staple for all the great network comedies in recent years, and the same occurs here, with the res feeling full of interesting and fun people.  

It's a fantastic series. 

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While Waititi only served as producer (and co-writer on the pilot) for Reservation Dogs -- thus his influence is limited -- Our Flag Means Death is a Waititi production through and through, catering much more to the comedic writer/director/performer's goofier sensibilities.  Here he has developed a semi-epic, 1700s-set, pirate comedy that kicks off with a soft, upper crust man abandoning his family for a life of skullduggery on the high seas.  It is a life for which he is ill-equipped, using his money to buy his ship and hire a crew of largely inexperienced scalliwags.

Taking to the seas, Stede Bonnett (Rhys Darby) and his ensemble pretty much immediately are boarded by the Royal Navy, led by an acquaintance from Stede's aristocratic past. Stede kills him accidentally, but it's unknown to the crew, and he earns at least a little of the respect that was missing from his men.  Stede's general management style and general world outlook could be considered progressive (adopting a lot of current managerial philosophies) but this all seems counterintuitive to a pirate crew, and the general amount of high seas piracy, kidnapping and murder is kept pretty much to a minimum.  Things like forced vacation days, a flag-making competition and a talent pageant, not to mention bedtime storytime (in which Stede reads the crew a story) all seem kind of...soft...for the lifestyle.  Stede gets nicknamed The Gentleman Pirate, which isn't meant as a compliment, despite how he takes it.

Things get more complicated when the Revenge encounters Blackbeard's ship.  The crew is direly intimidated by the men of Blackbeard's crew, and of course, of Blackbeard himself (Waititi performs the role).  A strange turnabout happens, however, when Blackbeard takes a shining to Stede's erudite lifestyle, moreover he wishes to escape the pirate's life and live a more humble existence in the world of high society. Stede offers to teach him about high society in exchange for lessons in piracy.  A deep kinship is borne, much to the dismay of Blackbeard's grizzled right hand, Izzy Hands (Con O'Neill).  Izzy conspires against the pairing only to his own detriment, as the rest of Blackbeard's crew start to glom onto Stede's way of leadership.  Of course, the Royal Navy is pursuing Stede with ruthless abandon, and things come to a glorious head in the final three episodes after threatening an amusing status quo.

This is, on top of it all, a large ensemble piece, which includes Ewen Bremner (Trainspotting), Samson Kayo (Truth Seekers), Vico Oritz, Christian Nairn (Hodor from Game of Thrones), Nat Faxon, and many more, with guest appearances from Rory Kinnear, Leslie Jones, Fred Armisen, Claudia O'Doherty, Kristen Schaal, Nick Kroll, Kristen Johnson and Will Arnett among others.

The crux of the series, though, comes down tot he different ways people express love to each other, and particularly the relationships between men and how they show affection for one another, whether it's platonic, idolisation, as brothers-in-arms, or as lovers.  It's not dissecting these with any great zeal, but it seems that love, and how people care for each other, is the great unifier of most of these episodes.

I don't have a great affinity for pirates, but Waititi's style, as upheld by his writing staff and his remarkably unique cast of performers, helps the adventure of it all go down smoothly.  It's kind of telling that the bits that take place on land (like at Spanish Jackie's pub or Stede and Blackbeard imprisoned at the Royal Privateering Academy) were my favourite parts of the series, thought he finale where Stede returns home to his family was easily the best episode for its wildly unexpected twists.

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After basically writing it off after its initial announcement as another dumb workplace comedy on a topic I have little investment in (MMORPGs), it took all of one episode for AppleTV's Mythic Quest to hook me in.  It's a damn funny show.

From Always Sunny in Philadelphia creatives Charlie Day and Rob McElhenney with Megan Ganz (writer on Community, Always Sunny, Modern Family), and starring McElhenney as the self-aggrandizing creative head of the Mythic Quest Massive Multi-player Online Role-Playing Game, I was expecting a tepid retread of The Office but with more nerd shit.  

I'm not a devoted follower of Always Sunny but from what I've seen of the show (a couple dozen random episodes) I shouldn't have been surprised at how whip-smart Mythic Quest is, and how it knows how to present an egomaniac as a fool (Always Sunny is basically a show about watching a crew of sociopaths get their come-uppance episode after episode).  What's also most immediately surprising is how tailored the show is as an ensemble piece and not a solo showcase for McElhenney.   Even as the creative head of Mythic Quest, his Ian (pronouced, annoyingly, "eye-ann") is still not the top dog.  He has (unseen) corporate overlords that he has to appease, an ineffective middleman to patronize in stammering beta David (David Hornsby), and he of course needs the support of his hyper awkward development lead Poppy (a transcendent Charlotte Nicdao).  Then there's the borderline psychopathic head of monetization, Brad (always great to see Dany Pudi), David's full-on psychopathic assistant Jo (Jessie Ennis),  the head writer, legendary 70's award-winning, over-the-hill sci-fi novelist C.W. Longbottom (F. Murray Abraham doing great work...at least on camera), and repping hard for the female gamers, game testers Rachel (Ashly Burch) and Dana (Imani Hakim).

The show quickly eases into its status quo.  It finds its groove rapidly in its first two episodes, and it feels like it's going to have a nice long life of great nerdy jokes (with a full understanding of the world it's operating in), great character conflicts, and gentle world building (its game, the economy and society that surrounds it, and the meta world around Mythic Quest as a company and property).   But by episode t it rapidly upends any expectation of what it should be.

Episode 5 is a full detour in the life of a female game developer and her relationship with her boyfriend-turned-business partner-turned-husband.  The episode is a mini-movie spanning three decades, starring Cristin Milioti (Palm Springs) and Jake Johnson (Stumptown) as the lead couple in this romantic comdey-drama that really takes you through a tour of the highs and lows of video game celebrity and evolution.  It has an impact on the world of Mythic Quest but in a way that is not immediately apparent, and takes some time to reveal its ultimate point within the show.  It's a special thing, though.

Following that episode, Mythic Quest emboldens itself to actually embrace some dramatic storytelling within its otherwise riotous framework.  There's a gutpunch of an episode that introduces Ian's son, and a COVID special that stands as one of the best snapshots of what the first wave lockdown really felt like.  

There's something tremendously special about Mythic Quest, as such I haven't binged it like I normally would a series I enjoy this much... I savour its episodes, and they root down in me with the time that I give them to breathe.
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Amidst the new Kids in the Hall series appearing on Amazon and my ongoing rewatch of the original series (plus the recent acquisition of Brain Candy on blu-ray) I thought it time to revisit the Kids' 2010 serialized mini-series Death Comes to Town.

I caught a few episodes of the series as it aired originally but its scheduling on CBC was a mess as it was interrupted by the Winter Olympics, and I had to purchase the series on Apple in order to watch the rest.  I don't recall loving the series and had little desire over the past dozen years to revisit it.  But with time comes fading memory so I was going into the series with near-fresh eyes.

And a rapid 175-minutes later, I did not come out with triumphant adoration for the series.  It does not feel unfamiliar to Kids in the Hall (more akin to the tone of Brain Candy than sketch comedy), but at the same time it lacks a specific drive.  It's effectively a murder-mystery, but it's a murder-mystery that's kind of disinterested in the fact that it's a murder-mystery.  It really wants to build characters and build a character out of the town of Shuckton, but with the death of its mayor (who everyone seems to idolize) in the first episode, Shuckton loses the one thing that really seems to define it.  As much as the series wants to build characters, it has a much harder time with building relationships between the characters.  Sure, it finds connective ties for the characters to share with each other, mostly as comedy, but few of the characters have any real, defining traits to their relationship with other characters beyond forgetful delivery lady Marnie (Kevin McDonald) and disgraced hockey wonderkid Ricky Jarvis (Bruce McCulloch), now obese and housebound.

Scott Thompson takes the ill-advised role of Crim Hollingsworth, adopting a Native Canadian patois, and adorning himself in style and symbology of, supposedly, Ojibwe culture, of which Crim puports to be 1/16th heritage.  I'm not sure why Thompson, of all the kids, tends to be the one in brownface all the time, but there's a trend.  It's an uncomfortable pattern.  While it's not necessarily mocking any culture, and there is the sense of trying to develop a character, it never seems the right thing to do, particularly inexcusable for 2010.  Likewise the amount of fat jokes and sight gags about Ricky Jarvis seem like they should have ended with Fat Bastard in Austin Powers.  And then there's the weird references to trans people, in a way that seems to be meant to be inclusive, but is edited with comedic timing to be a punchline.  This stuff has aged poorly and in much faster time than most KitH sketches.

There's plenty of silliness and a lot of conceptual comedy within Death Comes to Town but it does tend to be overshadowed by the sheer lack of laugh-out-loud comedy within.  Besides their post-Brain Candy
disbanding, this is a real low point for the troupe.  Not embarrassingly bad, but certainly not meeting up to expectations (even when they're low).
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And if this wasn't a long enough post already, we ploughed through I Love That For You with reckless abandon.  I didn't want to.  I put it off for some time.  I mean, I liked Vanessa Bayer as an SNL cast member and have enjoyed her in her cameos in other things like Barb and Star Go To Vista Del Mar and Brooklyn Nine-Nine, but the setup for this series felt just...too...cringey for me to want to sit through.

Created by Bayer (and Jeremy Beiler), the story of I Love That For You finds Bayer as Joanna Gold, a lifelong fan of the SVC home shopping network.  She would watch religiously as a child while going through chemotherapy for leukaemia, and as a remarkably awkward adult, she seems her most comfortable and confident selling people seemingly worthless things.  She's always had a manipulative streak in her, but it's not malicious so much as a coping mechanism for her trauma.  She finally gets her shot at an open casting call for SVC and absolutely nails the audition.  She's elated to find she's gotten the job, only to blow it on her first on-air showcase.  As she's getting fired she blurts out that she has cancer, and there are dollarsigns in  network owner Patricia's eyes.  Joanna is suddely the new "it-girl" at the network, to the delight of some, like her idol Jackie (Molly Shannon) and to the chagrin of others she's displacing, like the preening, self-obsessed Beth Ann (Ayden Mayeri).

The show then has to deal with Joanna going deeper and deeper into her lie, and what should be unbearably cringe is somehow, in Bayer's hands, nearly effortlessly watchable and just straight up amusing.  Bayer has always been fantastic at being uncomfortably awkward in her performance without being cringe about it.  She does this by way of acknowledging she's aware of her own awkwardness, and Bayers one of the few people who can do this with just a look, but she's also equally clever at delivering lines that highlight how aware she is of her own social ineptitude.  Even within the show, this winds up endearing Joanna to her colleagues more than alienating her, but it never lets her off the hook for her lying, and she knows she's not capable of keeping it up forever.  It's more of an "I'm in too deep, and I don't know how to get out" kind of situation.

I enjoyed the show, even though I found the whole cancer-ploy of Joanna really held the show back from being a proper workplace sitcom.  It's a time bomb just waiting to go off, and so you can't ever rest or rely upon the dynamics as they're set up.  When the bomb goes off in the penultimate episode you have to wonder how the show could possibly set up a second season given what the fallout *should* be.  Yet, it does its thing, and finds a way, and things are perhaps more awkward for Joanna than ever as the season closes out.

The show struggles with it's shopping network within the show.  It doesn't know whether it should be lampooning hope shopping channels and the products they sell, or if it should be earnestly presenting something possible, something real.  It often wavers between the two in a gentle fashion, and it never feels comfortable.  When the hosts start being goofy or unprofessional on camera (and they all do it), it really diminishes what Joanna initially got fired for and thus betrays the whole crux of this first season.  At the same time, when the sales pitches are completely po-faced, it's not very engaging and I want them to move faster through those parts.

There's a solid supporting cast, topped by Jennifer Lewis as the no-nonsense Patricia is credibly intimidating but gets the best through-line in the show, and Punam Patel as show producer Beena develops into a complete scene stealer with both her micro- and macro-agressions (and her beautiful Bernese Mountain Dog who's always at her side).

It was a pleasant surprise of pleasantness, especially give to how easily it could have been full-bore cringe.
 

Tuesday, June 21, 2022

Ghostbusters: Afterlife

 2021, d. Jason Reitman - amazonprime


Woof. What a f*cking dog of a movie.

There are some people for whom Ghostbusters is their thing, their cultural obsession.  I have many things...Star Wars, comics, sci-fi, standup and sketch comedy etc....but I'm more of a generalist.  I know to be obsessive about, well, anything is a road to being legitimately angry and deeply wounded when a product doesn't work out like you want it to, or when others criticise it and you're much more forgiving of its flaws. Who needs that. With Ghostbusters as a property, I've always liked the original film, and I have a bit of nostalgia for some of the cartoon's toys from back in the day, but that's about it.  The property kind of died on the vine for me, it never got to make wine and live a second life. 

I've been following along with the threats of sequels and reboots to the franchise for nearly two decades.  Paul Feig's take at a reboot in 2016, you may be quick to forget, was not received well, especially by the loudest and most hateful people on the internet, and they made sure everyone knew it.  As a movie it was amusing but also messy, but certainly not worth any of the fuss around it (Leslie Jones got death threats...that's absurd).  

Jason Reitman, son of the director of the original and its sequel, came in with his own specific take, one that he figured would both appeal to those disgusting trolls that disguise themselves as fans, and to the general populace of people who remember the original Ghostbusters movie was pretty dang special.  He was oh, so wrong.

His take is primarily 2 hours of nostalgia bait and fan service with illogical leaps in logic, continuity errors, boring characters and a whole lot of nonsense.

If you remember Ghostbusters at all, it basically posits that Egon discovered that Zuul is still a threat and that he was the only one who could stave off what was to come.  In order to do so, Egon just abandoned his family for 30 years (!) to live his life out in a farmhouse in Oklahoma.  He died trying to capture some ghost or another and bequeathed his house to his daughter, Callie (the always captivating Carrie Coon), a single mother down on her luck who has no choice but to move her and her teenagers into her estranged father's creepy place.  

The kids are of split minds until Trevor (Finn Wolfhard) spies a girl at a carhop he instantly crushes on, and Phoebe (Mckenna Grace) finds Grampa Egon's old gear laying around.  While Trevor's just a bit of a fuckup goofball like his mom, Phoebe is the eccentric teen-genius cliche like Grandpa and understands rather quickly how to soup up gramps' old stuff.  It also helps that Egon is now a spectre in the home and can help point things out to her.

Gary Grooberson (Paul Rudd) enters the picture as the science teacher at the local high school, but that's just his cover as he investigates strange seismology readings in the area. He gets instantly starts crushing on Callie, who in turn appreciates the attention.

For a time, there's a mystery teased out about what Egon was doing in this place, but as the mystery starts revealing itself and more and more it starts connecting directly with the events of the first Ghostbusters (which it does more and more and more as the film wanes on), the more and more I checked out.  While I was in for the dusty mid-western small-town slice of life with a bit of paranormal activity, I really couldn't stand all the winking the film continuously did in my direction...and then it goes from winking to full on overt showing you all the toys it still has from childhood for an hour.  The kids started to overstay their welcome even before the halfway point, and making Rudd the de facto audience surrogate of a Ghostbusters-fanboy who already knows all about the traps and proton packs was a step beyond for even Rudd's seemingly endless charm to make credibly work.

The best part of the movie is Rudd and Coon flirting with each other.  These are two attractive, charismatic performers who just know how be charismatic and attractive with other people on screen.  They need a romantic comedy immediately.  The film uses the idea of a woman learning about the mission of the parent who abandoned her as a means of closure for that character, but it never truly cares about exploring the emotions behind it.   It's just her character trait that she's angry at her dad, and it's just her points A-to-B that she forgives him in the end despite never properly exploring her journey at all.  The kids really have no journey either, except that maybe instead of just being losers they're Ghostbusters now (you know how popular they were in the reality of this movie...that's got to do wonders for those kids social lives).  

The climax of the film finds the family saved by deus ex Ghostbuster, with Bill Murray, Dan Akroyd, Ernie Hudson and the phantasm of Harold Ramis...a literally ghoulish effect that surprisingly works, until it doesn't.  This is a film that doesn't know restraint, and they overuse spirit Ramis to a cloying degree.  This film could have easily moved from the one-star disaster it is, to a 2 1/2 star acceptable piece had it just let go of trying to connect itself to the events of the first film.  The threat being so familiar is its biggest weakness, among many weaknesses.  There's also better movie if it's focused on Callie and actually cares about what she thinks and feels, and perhaps, you know, connects with her dad in a way she never could when he was alive through his stuff and his mission.  It really makes Egon look like a huge asshole though.  And the mother just is never mentioned.

There's a lot of puzzling things, including a line of dialogue where Ray Stanz says that the Firehall has been destroyed only to have a post credits sequence of millionaire mogul Winston Zeddmore open the doors to the derelict (totally not destroyed) building.  There's also a nonsense mid-credits of Murray and Sigourney Weaver (in her only appearance) reenacting the ESP test from the first film.  It's cute but makes zero sense why it exists.  Bokeem Woodbine shows up as the sheriff of the Oklahoma town for the sum total of one scene.  There's a whole sequence in a Wal-Mart that's literally just an ad for Wal-Mart starring Paul Rudd for four minutes, but again, can't escape being nostalgic as it shoehorns in mini Stay Puft Marshmallow Men who act like Minions or Gremlins or some form of company-directed "we need something cute and funny to sell to the kids".  F*cking ridiculous the lot of it.

I think the only place Ghostbusters can live again is in cartoons, where you can give people the sequel(s) that they way with the characters that they want.   But as long as there's any juice in this intellectual property the purple suits (as Toasty calls 'em) are going to wring that rind dry, I just don't think I need to pay any more attention.

XMas Break: Dune [Part 1]

 2021, d. Denis Villeneuve - in theatre

[Toasty] OK, Kent opened this Draft waaaay back when, not long after we actually saw the movie in the cinema. But we didn't write about it. Perhaps it was the trauma of too many Hallmarkies. 

[Kent] That certainly didn't help.  It was late November 2021 when this post was started. Time has no meaning

[Toasty] Perhaps it was being overwhelmed by the novelty of once again having seen a movie in a cinema. Me, not Kent, for he has seen a few, but I hadn't been inside a cinema since mid-2019. Mostly its by choice, as my current limited vision makes watching a movie on a big screen, an act of constantly swinging my head back and forth. Eventually I just get tired, achey and cranky. But I had to see this movie on the screen, as the spectacle that Villeneuve provides is just pure grandeur, and I love it. And I knew I would like this movie, no matter what.

And I did.

The strongest recollection I have, and I said it out loud, when Kent and I had some grub after, is that the core of the movie, in all its 2.5 hours, is the same story as the 1984 David Lynch version. Of course it is, you say, but what I more mean is that the collection of plot points that are the core of the book are all once again used. Sure, there are plenty of differences between book and the movies, but the core elements are there, albeit curtailed in this latest version, as we have only see Pt 1.

[Kent] I wasn't certain myself how I was going to feel about this, particularly knowing that it's the first of two parts.  My only familiarity with Dune is the Lynch movie (which I like a lot), it's comic book adaptation, and the mediocre TV mini-series from the early 2000s.  But I knew in Denis Villeneuve's hands that it was going to be a spectacle.  I really dislike the original Blade Runner but I quite loved Blade Runner 2049, and Arrival was also epic but also so personal...so I knew Villeneuve would deliver something worth seeing, and making a big-screen worthy experience.

I don't think I loved this Dune as much as you Toasty but... yeah, it was good.  I think, when it's completed with it's second half, it will be even better.... probably amazing.

But talking of the Lynch version, that is an almost impenetrable movie.  It's trying to wrestle with so much plot, story, character, and world building that it really can't hope to juggle it all in its runtime, so it plays kind of fragmented.  And yet, it's such an ambitious spectacle, it's worth watching even if it doesn't make complete sense.  

But in having watched Lynch's Dune multiple times in the past few decades, I have a shorthand pass into Villeneuve's Dune... yet, there's a cleanliness to Villeneuve's storytelling that doesn't require familiarity.  He will immerse you in this world, and I was sucked in, only thinking about Lynch's Dune sporadically, but as a point of comparison, not as, you know, cliff notes.

[Some time passes as Toasty re-watches via download.]

[Kent] I said I was probably not going to watch Dune again until just before Part 2 comes out, and yet I've been finding myself with the inclination of giving Part 1 another go. How did it play at home Toasty? 

[Toasty] OK, I have started rewatching again. Sunday morning, rainy outside, laundry to be done, and a pork loin roast in the slow cooker. Marmy is asleep, so I watch with sub-titles on, riding the volume for the dramatic tension filled music and sound.

Part A, or at least what I consider Pt. A, is the intro, the setting, the character introductions, the world building. It all takes place on Caladan, the home of the House Atreides, a water-bound planet full of rocky outcroppings. And a bit of background establishment on Arrakis, or Dune.

The World Building, oh the world building ! The year is 10,000 far flung into a future where the trappings of scifi space opera are overshadowed by culture and the vastness of populating a galaxy, scale of a grand nature. Arrakis is a desert planet with a substance upon it called Spice. This spice allows the Spacing Guild to navigate interplanetary space, though not explicitly stated, but likely by way of folding or some other alternative to FTL method, but still requiring an ability to travel great distances fraught with peril, with speed. 

[Kent] I should note that the opening sequence is kind of the first time ever with Dune that I got the sense that this was set in OUR distant future, that there was even something recognizably human or Earth-like in all this.  I dug it.

[Toasty] Controlling the production of this Spice means great wealth. House Harkonnen, a brutal militaristic people from a planet corrupted by industrial waste, controlled Dune until the Emperor of All Known Space gave it away, to House Atreides. Why? Because Harkonnen was becoming richer than even the Emperor? For other reasons? We don't know but we instantly get hints of great machinations behind it all.

When we meet all the characters, Duke Leto of House Atreides (Oscar Isaac, Inside Llewyn Davis, in gloirious bearded mode, contributing to my current man-crush on him) is accepting stewardship of Dune, and his family is preparing for departure. An advanced team, led by Thufir Hawat (Stephen McKinley Henderson, Devs), a human computer and logistics man, and Duncan Idaho (Jason Momoa, Game of Thrones), a brash charismatic warrior, will clean out pockets of Harkonnen resistance and any other dangers left behind.  We learn that Leto is not sure about all of this but Atreides always steps up when asked, and that his son Paul (Timothée Chalamet, Call Me By Your Name) is not sure of his role in all of it, especially with the possibly prophetic dreams he is having of Dune. Also, it doesn't help that Paul's mother (resplendent Rebecca Ferguson, Doctor Sleep) has betrayed her own mysterious order of witch-priestesses by having Paul, and also training him in their mind-controlling ways. Is he destined to become some sort of galaxy wide saviour, like the Bene Gesserit have been trying to do? All these trappings of culture and religion boiling down to breeding and the manipulation of blood lines to just better control politics and people!

[Kent] Years of watching the Lynch version was good for short-hand on all of these characters, learning the names and roles, but you never feel particularly connected with any of them there, not like you do in Villeneuve's take.

[Toasty] Villeneuve loves his grand visuals and I love Villeneuve's eye. From such things as shape and movements of the large space ships, that must be propelled only by some sort of gravitic control, as they have no flaming engines, no rockets, no plumes of smoke. They just float from space to planet, settling onto massive empty places, and apparently at great cost. The ritual of Dune's transfer to House Atreides is opulent, but short, and Leto comments on how expensive it must have been. And the fact that Paul has never been offworld before tells us that while humans have populated the galaxy, interplanetary travel seems only to be done if it is cost effective, never for leisure.

But also the small things. Caladan must be lush for almost everything in House Atreides is of wood. Even when they pack up all their possessions, everything is packed into overly large wooden boxes that come together like perfect puzzles, fitting tightly and precisely. Again, vast wealth is apparent. And just because Atreides are the "good guys", we do not see them excused from the vulgarity of nobility, as a symbol of Leto's family is the bull that likely slew his father, a bull that the grandfather fought for sport.

But all of this world building is gentle, often in the background, matter of fact and presented as part of an aspect of such spectacular cinematic nature. The story telling is economic, just giving us all we need. I am only 30 minutes into the rewatch and I am once again transported into a story that fills me with awe. I am so glad I saw this in the cinema.

[Kent] You have to believe that Game of Thrones had some impact on how to approach rich, dense, complex prose storytelling and world building as a visual adaptation.  But Villeneuve here (with co-screenwriters Jon Spaihts and Eric Roth)  seems to have perfected it in terms of simplifying the groundlaying without losing the importance or nuance.

[Kent watches Lynch's Dune Again]

[Kent] I really dig a lot of Lynch's Dune, but I have to freely admit it's also a little boring and quasi-impenetrable.  I think it's only been repeated viewings of the film that make it really feel at all understandable.  But the aesthetic of the sets, costuming, make-up, effects all please me (and repulse me in a pleasing way) greatly.  It's a big movie, about a big story, that just doesn't.have.enough.time to do it justice. 

You can't really compare budgets and technological advances between the two productions, one is obviously superior to the other, but what Lynch did in 1984 really felt of another reality, one utterly unfamiliar.  Lynch's interest in the grotesque and off-putting make a lot of the designs in his film very alien and unfamiliar, thus continuing to remain very distinct.  I think in terms of what Villeneuve's production team did, they hit home on those familiar elements - brutalist architecture, technology influence by nature, that sort of thing - to connect the world of Dune to Earth but far, far removed.  It looks great.  

What I recalled coming out of Villeneuve's Dune was a sense of incompleteness, that at least Lynch's version was a whole story.  But what Villeneuve does in just under 150 minutes, Lynch does a decent job at with 90.  But in that time, Lynch really only gives you heaping plops of world building, while Villeneuve really gives you characters and relationships alongisde the world building, and, most importantly, clarity about what is actually happening without hyperexposition.  

[Toasty] OK, it took some times, and a few more sittings. What? It's a long movie. But again, totally worth it. And surprisingly, despite the length, this time it felt as if there should have been ... more. I mentioned already that the same beats of the Lynch movie are hit all over again, but I didn't recall how quickly this tune is played, how rapidly it moves the story along. We never learn much of life on Arrakis, not much beyond a reference to sietch and village, but really the only people of Dune the movie focuses on are the Fremen, the desert dwelling warriors who worship the sand worms. Duke Leto believes that where Atreides once ruled over air and water, they now need to rule with "desert power" and to do that, he must align himself with the Fremen. That whole scene, where the Duke and his staff meet with Stilgar (Javier Bardem, No Country for Old Men), a leader of the Fremen is all, "Hello. Hello. Oh there's Paul. We will respect your people. OK, that's honourable, gotta go."

And then, BOOM, the Atreides are betrayed and the Harkonnen take back Arrakis, with help from the Emperor, in a single night.

That battle, the scale of destruction, is glorious and horrible, again on the grand visual level that Villeneuve loves. The massive interplanetary vessels being destroyed by the slow-bombs, exploding in fiery plumes amidst fields of soldiers fighting with... sword and dagger. This world bears an impenetrable shield, that only allows the "slow blade" to penetrate, so we don't see any guns other than the self propelling needler, and the thin, beam weapon obviously too large to be used at a personal level. It was as if we had only just been introduced to life on Dune before its all taken away, and we are left with Paul and his mother fleeing into the desert.

[Kent] The battle is the biggest difference between the Lynch and Villeneuve films.  It's just so much more epic in scale in the more recent production for so many reasons.  Lynch does what he could with 1984 budgets and technology and it's fairly good at conveying scale and threat, but it's no where near as harrowing as the Harkonnen attack Villeneuve presents.

[Toasty] That final act, one of visions and religious over tones, again the power of the Bene Gesserit witches, who have been manipulating not only blood lines, but an entire culture, the entire species, with their plans, creating prophecy and religion that Paul cannot avoid but be swept into. Most of this just tires me out, as to be honest, Paul usually does. I fully admit, to having more than a bit of irritation for everything Timothée Chalamet, including his name. Irrationality acknowledged and I don't let it impact me much, and he does a fine job, but the whole Kwisatz Haderach bit is tiring to me, mainly because there are so many layers and sub-layers to this aspect of the world building, and its depiction always comes with vagaries. 

That said, I did like the idea that even when presented with a possible future, one Paul sees through vision, where he is befriended and taught by Jamis the Fremen (Babs Olusanmokun, Star Trek: Strange New Worlds), it all changes with the effortless slash of a blade. Paul makes his own future, one he fears greatly.

[Kent]  So where this ends is where Lynch begins his remaining half-hour, which is Paul's journey with the Fremen. Villeneuve is getting a whole other film!  The resolution of Dune in Lynch's version is so abrupt, and this time watching it I became excited that someone (especially Villeneuve) is going to get to flesh that part of the story out.  

[Toasty] Another thing I noticed in this second viewing is just how utterly reserved everyone is. Every word, every utterance in the movie is quiet, still and focused. The few outbursts, such as the screams and raging of Rabban Hakonnen (Dave Bautista, Bladerunner 2049) or the joyous, boisterous hugs that Duncan Idaho gives Paul, and the barely let out, anguished cries Jessica Atreides (concubines get the family name?) lets loose when Paul is in danger, well they just stand out. Is this Villeneuve's style or commentary on life in this imperium? Even the mad Baron Harkonnen (Stellan Skarsgård, Thor) is unexpectedly reserved compared to this familiar with the Lynch version.

[Kent] The thing about the world of Dune in Villeneuve's vision is one of tenterhooks.  Everyone seems aware that the continued status quo is just on the cusp of exploding and that the shift of Arakkis from Harkonnen to Atreides is the fuze that lights the powderkeg.  The unseen emperor of everything is playing a game with the galaxy, for the sole reason that their power is threatened.  I think Duke Atreides sees it all pretty clearly but is either being willfully naive or knows he's rather helpless in staving it off, while Baron Harkonnen is all too willing to play into his part, seemingly unaware of his manipulation.  I think in this presentation, there just a sombre sobriety to managing the spice trade.

[Toasty] My third viewing will have to be, again, in a single sitting as I think only then again will the awe settle in. I may even buy it for the shelf.

[Kent] I will probably have a second viewing late in the year this year, with a third as the next film dawns  Either way, it's safe to say that we're both eager for Part 2, the release of which feels interminably far away.

Monday, June 20, 2022

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child

 2022, d.  - theatrical performance (June 19, Ed Mirvish Theatre, Toronto)


Let's just get this out of the way off the top...I like Harry Potter ok. I'm not the hugest of fans, but I do generally like the film series and think they were quite an achievement.  I found the books started feeling unnecessarily bloated around the fourth and gave up on reading them.  I vehemently detest J.K. Rowling's outspoken anti-trans stance, and find that for someone who talks a lot in her stories about acceptance, that she seems painfully unaware of how close-minded and proactively hurtful she has become.  I wish to, as much as possible, distance my assessment of the Harry Potter and the Cursed Child from the ugliness of its creator, separate the art from the artist, as a lot of other artists had a hand in this production than just Rowling (is it fair to wish that the property were owned by some faceless corporation, like how Disney has control of Star Wars now?)

I was lucky enough to have a friend who is working on the show and graced me with tickets to the opening day performance, lucky in the sense that tickets are hard to get generally, and that I didn't have to pay for them.  

I'm not a regular theatre goer, but I've seen a number of different productions in Toronto (and even a couple on Broadway).  This was, far and away, the biggest, most elaborate, most technically complex production I've seen.  The theme of the show, through and through, is magic, and it's everywhere within the production.  It's not just the pyrotechnics emanating from the wands, or the clever trap door-aided physical transformation scenes, or the slight of hand tricks where one part of the set becomes a complete other set without you noticing the act of transformation.  It's everywhere.  I remember a performance of Les Miserables with a transforming set, but that's just it's transition from one act's backdrop to another.  This show's sets seem so simplistic and yet they are constantly move right before your eyes without calling attention to themselves.  Sometimes it's just a trick of the lighting, sometimes it's the ancillary players using the props as one thing, but them becoming another thing as the scene goes on (suitcases play multiple parts throughout the performance).  

While there are no songs -- it's not a musical -- there are dance numbers, and the dances are quite incredible.  They use props, wardrobes, and the various tricks of the sets and stage to create a dazzling display that serves the dual purpose both of visually arresting choreography but also in obfuscating the set transitions.  You only kind of notice the end result when they exit the stage, to see that it's been completely redressed during their dance.  The dancing is very contemporary, but also so specific to its dual purpose.  It's "in world" in terms of the people and their movements and the accessories being used, and, except maybe the first time, it never feels shoehorned in... there's an organicness to it.  Other scenes change as a result of passing time (an anti-montage if you will) which involves the cast on stage moving slowly and jerkily to not-quite-strobe lighting cues that make it seem like time is acting erratically.  Part of the plot also involves time travel, and they've devised an exceptionally clever lighting effect to show when a journey has completed, on top of the clock motifs embedded into the set that are equally highlighted by different lighting.

The stage features rotating pieces, trap doors, treadmills, all which are used in both obvious and obtuse ways.  Characters will walk decently paced while basically existing in same spot, while the curving part of the stage provides movement to pieces around them that give the illusion that the performer is moving closer or further away.  It's so well done, and so subtle, that unless you start to look for it you don't even see it.

Wire work also has a heavy role to play in this, and there are performers being swung around the stage, and in one instance over the audience (still not sure if it was a performer, an animatronic, or just a trick of light and wind), but it's again, always disguised how the performer, previously untetherd, suddenly is up in the air (or whether it's the performer or something else, swapped out through a trap door).

I was just in awe of this production purely on a technical level.  It's dazzling, and certainly exceptionally well thought through.  No movement is wasted, and every piece of the set seems to have been optimized for maximum functionality.  And it all looks magnificent.

Now it's all in service of the story, an original creation from Rowling, with playwright Jack Thorne and director John Tiffany also getting story credit.   It's steeped in the lore of the previous Harry Potter septology, but basically fits as a legasequel, in which the primary characters are children of the lead characters of the previous series, but the parents also play a part.  As well, in legasequel style, the kids are dealing with ripples that remain from the previous endeavour. 

In this case our leads are Albus Potter and Scorpius Malfoy, the former the younger child of Harry and Ginny, the latter the son of Harry's childhood rival, Draco.  Albus is awkward and anxious, he feels the weight of his father's legacy on him in a way his brother, James, somehow ignored.  He's unsure how to live up to the expectations he thinks are upon him, and it builds up anger and resentment towards his father within him.  Scorpius, meanwhile, is a nervous twitch of a boy who is super smart but also super awkward.  The horrible, unfounded rumour is that his parents used a Time Turner to go back in time and that he's the offspring of his mother and Voldemort.  In an absolutely clever and well done on-stage montage, we traverse two years of the boys' lives at Hogwarts (and inbetween) in less than 10 mintues of stage time which serves both to solidify their connection to each other, as well as the awkwardness between Albus and Harry.

The crux of the story is a bit of a shoehorn, as a wedged-in scene finds Cedric Diggory's father (the boy played by Robert Pattinson in The Goblet of Fire) implores Harry to use a Time Turner to go back in time and save his boy.  Harry, now Mister of Defense or somesuch, denies the existence of any Time Turners and refuses the old man's pleas.  However, a skulking Albus is aware that Harry recently discovered a Time Turner in a raid.  Albus and Scorpius, escaping their train to year 3 at Hogwarts, set out to steal the Time Turner and set right what Harry could, or would not.  Of course, these two awkward boys and their Time Travel shenanigans make a real mess of things and things get real bad.  

The plot weaves in and out of events of The Goblet of Fire, but uses its story to be one about fathers.  Harry feels like a failure as a father to Albus, a boy he doesn't try to understand, but then admits that without having a father himself, he doesn't have anyone to measure himself against.  Scorpius, having recently lost his mother to disease, senses distance between his father and himself, distance which Draco admits to not wanting but not understanding how to correct.  Harry's father figure, Dumbledor, makes appearances as a moving speaking portait (an excellent effect of lighting) and calls the old man out for his coldness.  James Potter, the father Harry never knew, is a bit of a shadow, until he is not.  And there's even another father who plays a role in the proceedings, but that's a spoiler.  And of course, there's Cedric Diggory's grieving father, who has seemingly withered away in his despair over the years.

Being that this production's opening day was on Father's Day, it was a rather fitting day to catch it, and the impact seemed even greater as a result.  I think it's the strength of the story.  The stupid boys doing stupid time travel things without thinking through the consequences seemed an exercise to get some fan favourite characters into the proceedings as well as drag the story through a number of familiar cues.  There are some surprises, but it all felt a little fan-servicey and it gets a bit Back to the Future Part 2 at times.

The all-Canadian(?) cast were all quite good, with only Scorpius performer Thomas Mitchell Barnet and Katie Ryerson's Moaning Myrtle really standing out for giving bigger, broader performances.  Everyone else was giving apt energy.  I think Draco Malfoy performer Brad Hodder did a good job, but it's more the character than the performer that gets the best speeches in the production, in part because of considering who the words are coming from. The accents are all "stage British", and sound as such, fading in and out a bit throughout.  It's all fine to my Canadian ears.  Actual Brits may feel differently.

The heavy insinuation by the end is that Albus and Scorpius are in love with each other, but the story never goes beyond inference.  It seems to be explicitly written in a way to allow for plausible deniability that they're just bestest friends ever and that the "love" they speak of for each other is just that.  It's Rowling's late-stage, out-of-story admission that Dumbledor was gay all over again, just cowardly. The boys share a hug or two but there's no kiss, which seems regressive.  I'm sure the production doesn't want the interruption of hate-filled homophobes standing up and disrupting the whole play but they easily could have devised it so that the show ends with their kiss which then goes to curtains and fanfare reception, drowning out the haters.  Fuck the haters.

Which brings us back to where we started. Rowling. A hater. Its obvious that this is a successful production but I have to say in the back of my brain I couldn't shut off the notion that there would be some form of anti-trans subliminal messaging somewhere in all this.  There isn't, and I admit it is paranoid thinking that there would be.  I'm sure it's something neither Thorne nor Tiffany would allow, but how does one condemn the artist and still condone their art.  If you support the art, you're therefore supporting the artist, are you not?  I can't in conscience tell people to pay to go see this production, but I can't really say it's not something worth seeing either.   The story, the name of Harry Potter is the draw, but the real art of it all come from set designer Christine Jones, costume designer Katrina Lindsay, movement director Steven Hoggett, composer and arranger Imogen Heap (it's a great score), lighting designer Neil Austin, sound designer Gareth Fry, illusions and magic from Jamie Harrison and all the other great artists involved.  Everyone else polished it up and brought it to life, all Rowling did was build the world and the characters and story (I know, it is a mighty achievement and I'm really falsely underplaying it... I just wish she weren't such a TERF).


Saturday, June 18, 2022

I Saw This!! What I Have Been Watching -- Wot? No Movies P1

I Saw This (double exclamation point) is our feature wherein Kent(him) 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.  That dog in the fiery house bad.

What I Am/Have Been Watching is the self-admitted state of typically Toast (not him), spending too much time in front of the TV. Sure, the Great Pause is winding down (culturally if not virally) but habits have been formed, doors have been locked and going outside is soooo pre-2019. The weird thing of late is not committing to movies. Sure, we add them to Watch List, we Download them, we say, "Let's watch xxx instead of TV tonight," but then we just either re-watch something classic or I find something else to download. 

One Episode is segment in which we talk about shows we have watched one episode of (and sometimes more). We would like to watch less volume and more quality Television but that involves wading through a bevvy of meh to get to the good stuff. Sometimes we find gems which, for one reason or another, we don't (or haven't yet) watched another episode of.

Of course, this is inspired by Kent's last post along the same topic. And stealing some of his format.

Stranger Things, S4-P1, 2022 - Netflix

S1 | S2

Wow. They finally re-captured the "watch the next episode, NOW !" vibe of S1. And, in looking at the air-times, also allowed the Duffer Brothers to do that thing Kent mentioned, allowing the creators to do alternate episode lengths, to better suit the cohesive tale -- some even reached close to single movie length! Good choices lead to good results.

So, when we last left our intrepid heroes, some of the ST Kids, and Joyce, were moving away from Hawkins, Indiana, for their own protection, relocating to California. Eleven had lost her powers, Hopper had been "killed" in the last ditch effort to shut down the crack to the Upside Down created by the Russians hiding underneath the Hawkins Mall, and Max had lost her brother Billy to the fleshy step-child of The Thing monster they called the Mind Flayer. The kids had saved Hawkins, and likely the world again.

When we pick up only months later, boy have the kids shot up! Growth spurts galore! Things are tense. Eleven is still powerless, cruelly bullied in her new California town. Nancy and Jonathan are suffering the LDR blues, and impending university choices. The D&D group is somewhat mystified by Lucas becoming a member of the Hawkins High basketball team, and his new found "popularity" but they have found new compadres in The Hellfire Club, the school's D&D club, DMed by brash, intense metalhead Eddie Munson. The World of Greyhawk came out in 1983, so it's appropriate the villain in Eddie's campaign is Vecna, the one-eyed, one handed lich wizard.

Then, of course, weird shit starts happening. The Upside Down's influence on Hawkins never goes away fully. This time, it feels more like classic possession horror movies, wherein an invisible otherworldly force frightens, and eventually kills local kids in absolutely horrific ways. And Eddie the DM is suspect prime.

Meanwhile Joyce learns that Hopper survived, grabs Murray, and drops everything to head to Russia to save him. The California Kids get dragged back into the secret government experiments & conspiracy and competing agencies full on attack the Byers house, giving us Road Trip! And Eleven folded back into the lab with creepy Dr. Brenner -- is he trying to resurrect her powers to save the world, as he and Dr. Owens claim, or does he have his own agenda (well, DUH!).

This is the first time since the first season they did a good job tying all the disparate sub-plots together. In S2 and 3 I didn't care so much about some stories, just wanting the focus to shift back to the main plot. But this time, each and every sub-plot was served up in admirable fashion, even if it had to harken back to S1 patterns. 

And the character growth! Not just in physical dimensions but maturity, even if a few were short-shrifted. Nancy takes charge, without the need for Jonathan's support. Steve & Robin have the perfect relationship built on their mutual relationship woes. The D&D Kids are getting somewhat blasé about having to save the world yet again, and dialing in Eddie the DM is handled perfectly. Max has PTSD, but finds solace and strength in Kate Bush. Much of the background cast is once again pushed back to the background, which I prefer. Let the stars shine.

The BBEG and perhaps even the Upside Down itself begin to tie back to Eleven herself, and ... well, I cannot wait for the rest of the season!

That Dirty Black Bag, 2022 - AMC+

What the fuck's up with putting a Plus beside the name of all your subscription based, streaming services? Is there now going to be a need for Netflix to release and ever more exclusive Netflix+  ?

Whatever. <inner 90s girl flipping of hand>

Westerns. I have mentioned before, my self-considered atypical attraction to Westerns. But that interest has a simple origin story, in that one summer in The Country (rural family land), I was out of books to read and found someone's old western pulp-style paperback, probably a Zane Grey. I was struck much the pulp aspect aligned with the Robert E Howard Conan stories I was also reading at the time. The world was dark & gritty, the heroes grim, and the situations dire. A new fascination was born.

TDBB begins with a bounty hunter (Douglas Booth, Jupiter Ascending) killing and beheading a man. "A head weighs less than a body," he intones. Meanwhile a corrupt sheriff (Dominic Cooper, World of Warcraft) tightens his grip on Greenvale, a dry, dusty town that hasn't seen rain in years. Meanwhile Farmer Steve (Christian Cooke, Witches of East End) stands up to the land baron (Paterson Joseph, The Leftovers) that wants what remains of his farmstead, while hiding a secret -- there is GOLD in them there hills!

This is spaghetti western,  shot in Spain, Morocco, and Italy! The angles are skewed, the violence is high and every character growls out his lines. The gruesome violence seems on-par with 2022, a little over the top.

Star Trek: Strange New Worlds, 2022 - Paramount+

Oh, Anson Mount, I have such a man-crush on you right now, especially that ever reaching coif. Can I visit the ready room for some home cooking? I'll even wear a red shirt!

I started this series commenting (to whomever would listen) extensively on how steeped in nostalgia it is. I mean, think about it, how can a series that showcases the actual starship from The Original Series not be? But this is not a TOS reboot, as its Pike, not Kirk, so this gets set in the years before Pike is confined to a badly designed wheelchair enclosure. In fact, the entire show is set up around that impending doom, as it begins with Pike being coaxed out of his self-imposed exile, one he took to wrestle with the visions of the future we all know about. 

Once he has shaved the beard, and styled the coif, we are back on the nostalgic, stylish, anachronistic Enterprise bridge meeting his new crew. And thus began my reservations. Security Officer La'an Noonien-Singh (Christine Chong, Halo: Nightfall) a descendent of Khan (KHAAAAN!!), and bearer of a most horrific backstory; Nurse Christine Chapel (Jess Bush, Home and Away); cadet Nyota Uhuru (Celia Rose Gooding) who is pretty much playing the Hoshi Sato character from Star Trek: Enterprise, in that she is a genius (GENIUS!) with languages; and background Lieutenant Sam Kirk (Dan Jeanotte, Good Witch).

I am not mentioning the rest of the non-nostalgic bridge crew, just because. So, steeped in that "LOOK ! STUFF YOU KNOW !" mindset, I my reservations shouted loudly. Sure, Mount was spectacular, and the rest of the cast was pretty darn tootin' (sorry, still thinking about Westerns) good as well, but how much would it just rest on its laurels and harken back to TOS ? A whole damn lot, actually, but it turns out that is exactly what we needed. The episodic nature of much of pre-Discovery Star Trek is very welcoming here, with just enough edge to feel fresh. Don't get me wrong, I loved the Fuller attempt to do something fresh(er) with Star Trek but apparently nobody else did, as they immediately kicked him out and then kicked out all coherence in later seasons. All the fresh went rancid pretty quickly in Discovery and yes, that leaves me bitter. And feeling tentative about Strange New Worlds

But six episodes in, I am surprisingly optimistic.

But it may just be the coif.