June 26, 2015
This is a movie about how GMO’s are bad and how terrible things happen when women neglect the children they’re meant to be looking after.
I finally decided that the filmmakers knew exactly how silly this all was and meant for it to be a comedy when, after the last battle, Chris Pratt’s character and his favorite velociraptor give each other respectful nods across the plaza before the ‘raptor turns and trots off into the jungle. This is that kind of movie.
All that being said, I WANT THAT FRAKKING DINO PETTING ZOO AND I WANT IT RIGHT FRAKKING NOW.
**cuddles baby brontosaurus with all possible cuddles**
June 22, 2015
Guys, I’m SO BEHIND on movie watching. I want to see Jurassic World but I’m not going to get to it in a timely manner. I’ll confess, the only reason I want to see it is for Chris Pratt and his posse of trained velociraptors. But you know what? That’s enough.
This past weekend was my first weekend at home in a month, and I’m having trouble fitting everything in. I still haven’t seen Avengers: Age of Ultron a second time, and I really want to. But I did finally see Mad Max: Fury Road again — mostly because I’ve been asked to write a formal review of it, so it was actually work. Haha, right. Things I noticed this time:
- All the names. After the first viewing, I had to look up the names on IMDB because I didn’t catch any of them, but they really do all get used in the movie. I’m visual, and often need to see things written down before I “get” them. This is why I don’t do audio books.
- You know the blue swamp land with the stilt people, and they’re listening to the creepy crows cawing over and over again, louder and louder? Those aren’t the birds making those sounds.
- Who is the main character of the movie, Max or Furiosa? Well. Whenever a gun goes off close to Max’s ear, there’s a high-pitched whine in the soundtrack. Whenever there’s an explosion near Max, the soundtrack goes muffled for a couple of seconds. The story may be about Furiosa, but Max is absolutely the viewpoint character. It’s quite a literary detail and I love it.
Being home meant I could finally finish binge watching Daredevil. Great, great stuff. It gets even better in later episodes. Ep. 8, Fisk’s backstory? One of the best hours of dramatic TV I’ve seen in a long time. And I want to do a bit of a rant comparing this to Game of Thrones, because Daredevil has as many shocking deaths and as much violence as Game of Thrones — but why is Daredevil more effective than this last season of GoT? Well, Daredevil doesn’t include any sexual violence. It also gives its characters time to mourn and reflect. The deaths aren’t there just to shock the audience — the characters react to them as well. We can mourn with them. I have more thoughts, but that’s just off the top of my head.
And one last observation: So I watched the trailer for the new Fantastic Four again, where they get their powers through interdimensional travel rather than space travel, and I couldn’t help but think that that’s EXACTLY LIKE “The Four” in Planetary. Which means I don’t think I’m going to be able to watch this movie without laughing. So yeah, gonna pass I think.
But I’ll probably end up seeing Batman v. Superman for the academic exercise, even though my expectations are very, very low.
At least we still have Ant Man to look forward to.
June 12, 2015
I finally got out to see this one, after my three weeks of travel. I made an effort because I’m worried it’s not going to be around much longer. So, what’s the verdict?
The short review: Holy cow, it really is “The Gernsback Continuum” as an action movie!
Let’s get the technical stuff out of the way: It’s too long, the story takes too long to get going, the action scenes drag, and it divides its plot arc between two different main characters, which doesn’t entirely work. But I do love that we have a tough, smart girl main character in Casey. Also, and this just kind of struck me as weird, the movie is entirely devoid of mothers and mother figures. We briefly glimpse Casey’s mother in an old home video. Then she just vanishes. Young Frank has a dad but not a mom, and apparently no one even noticed when he hied off to Tomorrowland, effectively vanishing in the real world. Am I the only one bothered by this?
Now for the philosophy. The film’s philosophy is ambitious, rather heavy handed, and can be summed up with two quotes and a bunch of jet pack imagery.
First, we have Frank at the start of the movie: “When I was a kid, the future was different.” There’s this narrative that goes something like this: if we had built moon bases in 1973, we’d all have jet packs now and everything would be perfect. This is an annoying and even dangerous narrative that leads to a kind of cargo cult thinking about space exploration: if we can just build moon bases/go to Mars, then we’ll all get jet packs and everything will be perfect. These advocates are the same people who’ve been moaning about the death of NASA since the end of the shuttle program, despite the fact that NASA has more hardware in space doing more awesome science than ever before. This narrative is rife with nostalgia and ignores all the social and scientific progress that really has been made over the last four decades (including advances in bioengineering that will likely be required if we ever do expect to have permanent settlements in space).
The film is firmly anchored in this nostalgia. Casey’s big project at the start is sabotaging the dismantling of a launch pad at nearby Cape Canaveral. As if having a launch pad in place with nothing to launch out of it will somehow save the dream of space travel. Did I mention cargo cult thinking?
But then we have Casey’s quote: “This place isn’t about hope. It’s the opposite of hope.” Aha, I thought. Bingo. An acknowledgement that the Cold War dynamic that drove the early space program was much more likely to lead to the destroyed Mad Max dystopian future than the jet pack future of the ’64 Worlds Fair. We didn’t miss out on a Gernsback future. We got exactly the future the 60’s and 70’s set up for us.
I think the movie is trying to have it both ways — indulging in the nostalgia while attempting to acknowledge that the nostalgia is problematic. It doesn’t quite work — it straddles the philosophies the same way it tries to straddle two different character arcs. When really, the whole movie should have focused on Casey. At least the message is ultimately hopeful: we really can change the fate of the world if we decide to.
And then the villain throws down this long speech about how dystopian post-apocalyptic fiction is destroying the world. That was kind of hilarious. As if the fiction drove the world instead of the world inspiring the fiction.
Bonus moment: The movie is just about worth it for this ten minute stretch in the middle that was pure unbridled steampunk awesomeness. But it did sort of feel like it belonged in a different movie.
June 5, 2015
I keep saying how the action of Mad Max: Fury Road is great because it’s supported by story. Here’s the counter example, of what happens when action isn’t supported by story.
The Day After Tomorrow was a deservedly forgettable movie, despite its fantastic scenes of destruction and classic disaster movie aesthetic. The story was kind of maudlin. The climatologist’s son is stuck in New York City, which is about to be caught in this sudden apocalyptic ultra cold snap that is going to plunge half the world in viciously cold temperatures. He and his friends have found shelter in the Public Library, where, if I recall correctly, they’re burning a Gutenberg bible for warmth because apparently they already used up all the National Geographics? I dunno. Anyway, the Girlfriend has injured her leg and is experiencing instant gangrene, so the guy decides to rush out for antibiotics, because he thinks he has just enough time before the snap hits. And because this cargo ship which likely has an infirmary has washed up on 5th Avenue because Reasons. So he makes it out the ship and is foraging for antibiotics.
Suddenly wolves attack.
To be fair, the movie set this up by earlier showing a bunch of animals escaping Central Park Zoo. But when this happened in the movie I think I laughed, because they’re bad CGI wolves (too large, for one) behaving in ways that actual wolves don’t behave, for the sake of some exciting action sequence and increased tension. Except it doesn’t work because it’s random, out of left field, and makes no sense. It must have sounded great when viewed in isolation: wolf attack in the cold! It’ll be like Jack London! But I didn’t feel any increased tension. I was already focused on the tension of getting the medicine and beating the cold snap. And now wolves? Why? It actually sapped tension from the initial plot beat rather than increasing it.
Contrast this to the bit of action in Fury Road that I believe was featured in trailers because it’s so spectacular: a Warboy spray paints his mouth chrome, screams “Witness Me!” and dives head first onto porcupine car with a pair of explosive spears, and the whole thing explodes in a ball of fire, and his Warboy friends all cheer in appreciation.
When people are talking about how great the action is in Fury Road, this is the sort of thing they’re talking about. And the plain surface meaning is clear. We are supposed to think, “Holy shit these Warboys are really messed up.” And we do.
But this scene is also so important to the story because it demonstrates the Warboy theology: that they embrace death, that they seek out spectacular deaths and try to one up each other because they believe it will ensure their entrance to their Automobile Valhalla. Because of this scene, we understand why Nux is so despondent when he keeps failing to enact his own “Witness me!” death tableau. Without a bit of explanation, we understand.
This is a really simple story. In fact, whenever I start to talk about it I feel like this is so damned obvious I shouldn’t have to explain it at all. It’s so simple and elegant it’s obvious. Or should be.
May 20, 2015
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So many ideas buzzing around my brain today. And it’s still raining here. I’m sun activated, so this is really getting me down. It’s not supposed to be gray and mucky on Memorial Day weekend. I’m tired of being cold.
I keep running into other peoples’ posts that insist that Mad Max: Fury Road doesn’t have a story and isn’t really feminist. While I have an urge to argue with people over this. (How can any movie that has the Vuvalini, where the entire point is to overturn a patriarchal nightmare with a more egalitarian system where everyone has agency, not be feminist? What?) But I have decided for my own sanity not to engage in these arguments. I should be writing instead.
Speaking of feminist, I’m one of those people who might be bailing on Game of Thrones after this last episode. For me, it’s mostly that they were setting Sansa up to be one thing — she was figuring things out, she was conniving on her own, and telling people off. But then the show just subjected her to the same old same old violence. Overall, the show is exhibiting many of the same traits that are the reasons I don’t read multi-volumn, multi-p.o.v. epic fantasy. How much longer am I going to have to wait for a Brienne episode? And on a TV show I can’t skip chapters to get back to the characters I like.
And I think I’m coming down with a cold. WAAAAAAAAAAAH.
May 18, 2015
Longtime readers of this blog will know that one of my favorite film genres is 1980’s Post-apocalyptic Roadtrip movies. Mad Max: Fury Road is a delightful addition to the genre. As in, I was literally delighted through much of the movie, because all the gonzo weirdness I expect from a 1980’s Post-apocalyptic Roadtrip movie was here in spades. A roomful of voluptuous mothers being milked? Check! An obsession with industrial fetish gear? Check! Diaphanous women in unlikely clean white muslin? Check! Random stilt people in a swamp? Check! That one colorful punk biker gang that’s been in every single 1980’s Post-apocalyptic Roadtrip movie for the last thirty years? Check! And so on. Loved it.
Then we have the Vuvalini. I’m not sure I have words to adequately express how glorious the Vuvalini are. There has never been anything quite like them in any movie ever, and they are amazing and powerful and if I start talking about them I won’t be able to stop, so I’ll stop now. (Max: “That’s bait.” Me: “Hahahahahaahaha, it sure is, I love all you people so much!”)
I was going to talk about how wonderfully feminist the movie is, how the entire third act is pretty much about three generations of women — the Wives, Furiosa, and the Vuvalini — all supporting and nurturing and teaching and fighting for each other, and it isn’t a big deal, it’s just another story to be told along with all the other stories in this blasted wasteland, and how revolutionary this is for a general-audience action movie, when it shouldn’t be revolutionary and yet it is somehow… But I think all this is pretty self evident.
Instead, I’m going to talk about how truly baffled I am at all the people saying this film doesn’t have a story. That it’s just action and nothing else. What??? What movie did these people see? It’s a simple story: Get vehicle from point A to point B, overcome obstacles to reach promised land. Definition of promised land changes, overcome more obstacles, the end. How is that not a story?
But what really makes it a story are the three distinct character arcs hanging on that simple plot. Nux’s entire belief system breaks down and he has to find something else to believe in — love. Furiosa discovers the goal she’s been fighting for no longer exists and has to decide to either give up or a find a new goal — this decision marks the transition between the second and third acts. And Max has to regain his humanity — he spends the first third of the movie mostly nonverbal, and slowly he regains speech, and the ability and desire to interact with the people he’s been thrown among. His climactic moment, the climactic moment of the movie in fact, is when he finally tells Furiosa his name. And he is human again, and sane.
There isn’t a wasted detail in this movie. When the one Wife takes the bag of heirlooms from the Keeper of the Seeds, I cried. I’ve never cried in a Mad Max movie before. This is some really good story meat here.
People who say this doesn’t have a story — Is it because none of the characters stopped to explain things and they had to figure it out for themselves? Were they really so distracted by the shiny explosions that they didn’t notice all the powerful stuff happening underneath all that?
People keep talking about the action in this movie, and how great and relentless the action is. But I propose that one of the reasons the action in this film is so great is because it’s supported by a really good story. Everything happens for a reason. It’s all pointed toward the narrative drive (ha!), and nothing happens at random. And it’s happening to actual people we care about because of these powerful arcs.
My great fear is that moving forward, we’re going to get a bunch of action movies that think they have to top the action in this one — without realizing that the action is great because of the story, not in spite of it.
May 13, 2015
No real post planned for today. I’m in the throes of revising stories and trying to clear off my appallingly messy desk. I’ve got a couple of trips planned for the end of the month, and if I can just get some of this done by then. . . so yeah. The usual story.
In the meantime, here’s a really great article on the failures of modern CGI. Very illuminating, and the reason why I still love going back to watch the original Star Wars and Indiana Jones movies: there’s something about models that have weight and dimension to them. Weight, dimension, and realistic camera angles and tracking. I’m glad to hear they’ve been using a lot of models on the new Star Wars movies. We’ll see how that goes. The color saturation comparisons are really shocking when you see them side by side — and I agree, it’s one of the reasons the Marvel movies looks so good. There’s actually something there to jolt our eyeballs. Favorite quote from the article: “They really were so preoccupied with whether or not they could have 88 dinosaurs throwing exploding helicopters at each other that they didn’t stop to think if they should.”
I’ve had a lot of CGI rants over the years, like during a stretch where they seemed mostly to be used to replicate reality rather than to create wholly imaginative new worlds. And yes, about how they often look so very cartoony. And about how computers move so quickly the human eye can’t actually track some computerized effects. It’s why I actively don’t go see 3-D movies anymore — I simply can’t see what’s going on a lot of times. Maybe I’m just getting old.