Justice League

November 22, 2017

I liked it!

This isn’t to say it doesn’t have a lot problems, because it does. But it also includes this line of dialog:

Barry Allen (speaking to Bruce about Diana):  “If she kills you the rest of us will cover for her.”

So there’s that. What saves the movie for me are lots of little wonderful character moments. I want to spend time with these people. The plot? Derivative and nonsensical. Pacing? Choppy, because they have to do so much exposition to set everything up.

This is the point where I actually feel sorry for the DC movies, and this one in particular. Because it’s being judged not just against the MCU, but also the CW/DC TV shows. I think we’d be having very different conversations about these if they had been the first superhero films out of the gate over the last ten years or so, if they were the only superhero movies out there. But they aren’t, and as I’ve said before the bar on this genre is very, very high at this point.

As a fan of the CW shows I surprisingly wasn’t bothered by the different handling of the world and characters, because it’s coming from a consistent philosophical underpinning:  this movie is about loners and misfits who’ve been in isolation learning to come together. The CW shows have all been about family, about heroes who already have support networks and how those networks change and grow. So that’s fine.

But alas, the last few DC films have always looked like they’re playing catch-up to the MCU. Except in exactly one area:  DC got out a woman-led movie first. They’ll always have that flag.

Of course, that means a lot of us think that all their movies from here out should just be Wonder Woman. Like, all of them. That would be okay.



kooshy gloves!

November 20, 2017

I knitted a thing! These are the kooshiest gloves ever! (And they’re actually more symmetrical than the picture makes them look.)

Friday roundup

November 17, 2017

At long last, my in-depth review of Blade Runner 2049 is live at Lightspeed. I could have said a lot more, there’s really a lot here to pick apart, and I wonder if it’s only worth the effort because the expectations were so very high. I wouldn’t have spent so much time thinking about this if the words “Blade Runner” weren’t attached to it. Then again, maybe I would, thinking back on how much time I spent talking about that wretched Total Recall remake.

A bit of trivia:  the title “Blade Runner” actually comes from an entirely different science fiction novel, The Bladerunner, by Alan E. Nourse, which I have actually read, and which I think would make a fantastic movie or TV series. Particularly relevant now, in how it deals with the health care system.

I’m way behind on pretty much all TV watching. My usual gang of superfriends have all been busy and traveling this fall, so we haven’t had a chance to sit down at our usual shindigs. I’m hoping to get through it soon, because ep. 4 of this season’s Flash was amazing.  Hilarious and serious and over the top and cohesive and Danny Trejo and the worst pun in TV episode title history. (“The Elongated Journey into Night.” I KNOW RIGHT?!) It’s great.

And I will go see Justice League at some point, for purely academic reasons of course. I just have to see for myself what they’ve done with it.


happy Monday!

November 13, 2017

Ah, another day of working to keep it all together!

So I’m doing a lot of knitting for the holidays right now, and I’m finding I’d rather watch movies than TV shows while I knit, because it turns out a lot of the shows I’m watching I actually want to watch, rather than have them run in the background. So I want to watch movies, but not necessarily complex serious movies, but I also want to see ones I haven’t seen before, but also not anything too stupid and mindless…

Which is how I ended up watching Oliver Stone’s Alexander, starring Colin Farrell.  This thing was panned when it came out — it was a massive production with a huge budget and a cast of thousands. It was clearly done in the spirit of the old Charlton Heston sword-and-sandal epics. In fact, this version (“The Ultimate Cut” on Netflix right now, and does everything really need a different cut than the theatrical one? Really?), had an intermission. You know the intermissions on old movies, when they spend a couple of minutes playing the score with pictures. I can’t remember ever seeing one of these on a movie made after 1980. Did the theatrical cut have this? I don’t know.

But it was weird. The whole thing was weird. Like, on one level it was exactly what I wanted, historical epic with lots of ripped men wearing chitons (mmm, biceps), lots of horses and chariots, some freaking amazing battle scenes and decadent production values. There’s a scene where Alexander is wearing a red cloak and standing before the epic vista of the Hindu Kush mountains, and it’s beautiful, and it’s also how I expect that moment really did look, 2300 years ago.

But then you start to notice that most of the Macedonians are blond and white, and the people they’re conquering are not, and Alexander keeps saying that they’re fighting for freedom, which they’re totally not, and then Anthony Hopkins (playing old Ptolemy) ends with this speech about how great fascism is. I mean, not really but sort of? It went something like, “He proved that one man could rule the world, and the world would be better for it,” and I’m like wait, hold on, part of the point of the movie, and of the story of Alexander the Great, is that he couldn’t rule it. He could conquer it, but he spread his army thin and it all fell apart the minute he died.

This was about five different movies squashed together. The story of the conquering army was actually pretty great. So was the one about how myth influenced reality and vice versa. All of the weird emotional blackmail stuff with his mother went on way too long and wasn’t interesting and didn’t really fit. And then there’s the “yay fascism!” thread which I think was actually accidental but there ya go. Maybe that sort of thing stands out more these days than it did a dozen years ago when the movie came out.


Murder on the Orient Express

November 11, 2017

Kenneth Branagh established his career making film adaptations of very traditional Shakespeare interpretations with very impressive production values. The idea of making Henry V and including a massive recreation of Agincourt, with all the blood, mud, grit, and horror, was revolutionary and amazing. I love that film.

So I’m not sure why I’m surprised that his Agatha Christie adaptation is very traditional, with impressive production values — the train is nearly its own character. But I confess I expected a bit more. An approach with some zing. The trailer had so much energy, with fast cuts and an impressive pounding modern rock song. I think I wanted that to carry through to the  movie. Something stylized and anachronistic and startling — given that this is very probably the most famous murder mystery in the world and we all know how it ends. But I think this movie mostly exists because Branagh really wanted to play Poirot. And that’s okay.

That might have been my most startling takeaway:  Branagh handles Christie the same way he handles Shakespeare, and that maybe Christie really does deserve to be on a level with Shakespeare, at least in terms of her impact on popular culture — she didn’t invent mystery, but she laid the foundations for its modern popularity.

I should add that I’m suspicious of my own reaction to this movie, because only a couple months ago I binged the last six seasons of David Suchet’s Poirot while massively revising my own murder mystery novel (The Wild Dead, due out July ’18!) and because of that sort of emotionally clung to the character. He was comforting. And the Suchet version of Murder on the Orient Express is extraordinary. The show saved it for near the end of the whole run, and they use it to advance and develop a character arc:  this is the case that breaks Poirot, that irrevocably damages his sense that there is such a thing as concrete justice and that he will always be able to separate out the murderers from the innocent. He’s very angry here. At the end, he walks away from the train with his faith in tatters. It’s powerful, and it sets up stuff that happens right up to the last episode.

Granted, the show was able to do this because Suchet had been playing the role for decades and that’s a long time to develop a character. Branagh’s version is a safe version, a traditional version, and that’s okay, and I suspect I would have liked it more had I not just seen Suchet’s a couple months before.


and that’s my wednesday

November 8, 2017

There comes a point where it’s just easier to shave the dog’s backside than try to clean that up.

At least I’ve started playing holiday music.


upcoming events/appearances

November 6, 2017

Lots of stuff coming up. Gonna be a busy end of the year, and that’s okay!

Saturday, November 11 I’ll be at the Book Bar in Denver as part of the brand-new Science Fiction Reading series. I’ll likely be reading from Bannerless.

The November issue of Lightspeed, including my in-depth review of Blade Runner 2049, is now available for purchase. My review goes live next week.

Thanksgiving weekend, I’m Guest of Honor at Loscon, which should be a huge amount of fun.

And January 12-14 I’m Guest of Honor at MarsCon in Williamsburg, Virginia, which should also be fun. And it’s East Coast! Don’t say I never get out to the east coast, y’all!

I’ve got a bunch more stuff lined up for 2018, and 2019 is starting to fill up, including three more Guest of Honor slots I haven’t announced yet (!!!).

I’ve also got a new Harry and Marlowe story in the pipeline, and I’m very excited about that.

I get asked a lot, “What are you working on now?”  Well, what am I not working on!

And I need to figure out what movies I’m reviewing next, oh yes…