Let The Countdown Begin! Jul.2.2011

FrightFest is a comin’. Alas, no weekend pass this year due to RBS being staffed by scrotums. Instead we have day passes for Thursday-Saturday and Monday. Which works out more expensive. Bah!

Anywho… This year I will be most looking forward to:

As far as Sunday is concerned I’m not too gutted. I’m in two minds about missing The Divide – on the one hand I love me some post apocalyptic shenanigans and I’m always happy to watch the Michaels Biehn and Eklund but on the other hand the oh-look-another-movie-about-the-evils-of-human-nature tagline is really off-putting: “To survive the end of the world you must first survive each other” – and after being sold on the words “a double John homage from Hughes to Carpenter” I would have liked to be seeing Detention but there should still be tickets for individual films available on the day so I shan’t be expressing any real disappointment just yet.

Unless of course no weekend pass means no lanyard. Then I’ll cry.

In the meantime, the necessary preparations are afoot. I shall be remaining pizza and snack free (except at weekends) from now until August 25th so that I’ll be free to enjoy a diet of hotdogs, nachos and Corona when the time comes. Closer to the date will be haircuts and the annual eyebrow tint and who knows, I may even do some exercise between now and then.

Bring on summer!

Confessions of a Reluctant Whedonista Jun.19.2011

First things first, I’m going to redirect you to points #4, #3, and #2 of this because it saves me a great deal of regurgitation: 5 Reasons It Sucks Being a Joss Whedon Fan.

Read it? OK then, I’ll begin.

As the song says: “Joss created all our favourite shows” and Joss Whedon is indeed the man responsible for three of my top five. I love Angel and the “L” doesn’t even come close to describing how I feel about Firefly and five out of seven seasons of Buffy.

And there’s this book – Whedonistas: A Celebration of the Worlds of Joss Whedon by the Women Who Love Them – and I’ve been umming and ahhing over getting it.

There’s just one thing. I don’t want to be a Whedonista. There, I’ve said it. I don’t want to be a fan of Joss Whedon.

The Privilege of Empowerment

Joss shoots his actresses most lovingly when they’re wet and crying and curled up in the foetal position, pressed up against a wall, broken, mascara running, bleeding, and reaching out. And what are they typically reaching out for? Some dude (or vampire or werewolf) and the dick he’s attached to.

It’s not so much the truth of this paragraph in particular that bothers me about the female empowerment in the Whedonverse – I fail to see how being hurt makes you less empowered – but the fact that he gets away with it where any other male writer would be subject to condemnation. It’s OK for Whedon’s most iconic heroine to turn into a self-destructive idiot in the presence of a penis but not for anybody else’s, in much the same way that Whedon’s allowed to kill off or write out the black folks while Tim Kring isn’t. I know the double standard isn’t really Whedon’s fault but it’s an issue all the same.

What bothers me about the empowerment factor is that it’s reserved for a select group of women who fit into a very strict aesthetic standard. Look in the mirror and ask yourself “would Joss empower me?”. The answer’s probably “hell no!” Unless a character is specifically written as “large” empowerment is reserved for the petite and toned. Where in all this empowerment are women allowed to feel good about themselves in a real world sense? Why are women set such a high standard to meet?

And before you try blaming the networks it was Joss Whedon personally who rejected Amber Benson off hand as Tara Maclay because she didn’t meet said aesthetic standard. If Marti Noxon hadn’t put her foot down Benson wouldn’t even have gotten a second audition. In the Whedonverse Miracle Laurie is “heavy”, Jewel Staite looks like “she enjoys a cheeseburger” and Amber Benson is just too big for consideration. That’s the first nail in the coffin of disillusionment. In the Whedonverse, this is as large as women are allowed to be:

Dollhouse’s “Heavy” Miracle Laurie and Jewel Staite AFTER fattening up to play Kaylee in Firefly

The God in Question

They always say you should never meet your heroes but sometime avoiding interviews with them is just as advisable. I love the worlds of the Whedonverse but the man himself really rubs me the wrong way. I’ve always struggled to disassociate a piece of work from its creator and these days, any time I read an interview with him it makes me question my fandom – when the interviewer isn’t being sycophantic or Whedon’s talking about some of his less loved works (for instance the original Buffy movie) or the Buffy reboot he seems to adopt an “everybody sucks but me” attitude (see what I did there?) and, to be honest, comes across as a bit of a cunt.

The second nail is his collaboration with Morgan Spurlock on Comic-Con Episode Four: A Fan’s Hope. You know, the man who won critical acclaim for demonstrating that force feeding yourself 5000 calories worth of McDonald’s a day for 30 days makes you fat and unhealthy. Because apparently the average American is too stupid to work that out for themselves. Super Size Me has since failed dismally to stand up to any kind of scientific or mathematical scrutiny with repeat experiments proving that a) a fast food diet can be perfectly healthy provided you are responsible with your choices and b) it would have been impossible for Spurlock to have consumed 5000 calories a day unless he was eating considerably more than we were shown on screen. The film wasn’t about the experiment or the facts, it was about the agenda and nothing more. I mean really, it was funded by a PETA front group for fuck’s sake!

While it’s hard to imagine what possible agenda Spurlock could have in this instance, it’s very disheartening to know that Whedon (and Stan Lee for that matter) has little enough journalistic integrity to collaborate with somebody like that.

The Buffy Reboot

I’m for it. And I don’t just mean that I’m curious to see what becomes of it, I mean I think it’s necessary and I really hope it does well. It won’t, because that would require it getting a fair hearing and we all know that’s never going to happen but I hope it’s good and that when the hate for hate’s sake has died down it gets whatever credit it deserves.

I admit that part of why I want it to do well is related to one of the arguments against it: that’s it’s too soon/unnecessary. As I said above, I think the Buffy reboot is necessary which I’ll get to in a minute but that’s not why I hate that argument so much. I hate the argument because it represents yet another Whedon based double standard. Is it necessary for American networks and studios to remake everything they didn’t come up with themselves? And since the original is usually in it’s infancy when that happens is that not too soon? How is Buffy different? Because it’s already American? Or because its creator holds deity status amongst fans?

So why do I think it’s necessary? Seasons six and seven. Even with some individually superb episodes, they were unnecessary. In fact they were beyond unnecessary. And what’s more, they retroactively rendered season five shite. Season five only works as a final season. The Gift would have made an amazing series finale but as a season finale it was utterly pointless. The whole of season five’s pointless if you add another. Or two. Or three if we count medium transferal. Buffy’s mother died and it was heartbreaking. Did that stop her being in the show? Did it bollocks. Buffy dies and is ripped from heaven by her friends a few months later. Should be interesting but all that comes of it is Buffy’s even more self-destructive than usual. Because she just wasn’t annoying enough to begin with. Season six was directionless and season seven was anticlimactic. And they were both kind of preachy. It’s all very well saying that Whedon should be in charge of any reboot but it’s precisely because of Whedon that Buffy got so stale to begin with. What the Buffyverse desperately needs is an incarnation with no input from Joss Whedon as an antidote to what the show ultimately became.

So what do we think? Is it worth me buying the book?

The Walking Dead in Retrospect May.27.2011

Beware: Spoilers

It took some getting to. I don’t have Sky or Digital or Freesat or any other means of accessing FX, the channel on which The Walking Dead was originally broadcast over here. My Granddad did have Sky but decided to get rid of it just as the show was starting. And just for the sake of Sod’s Law, my uncle decided to get Sky just as it was ending (although he did have go without it in the end so nyer).

A couple of months ago The Walking Dead finally came to terrestrial. On Channel 5. For those of you outside the UK, when Channel 5 was launched in 1997 you could count on one hand the number of households able to tune into it. Fourteen years later and there are still a lot of rural and semi-rural areas that can’t. Barnoldswick being one of them. Luckily, Channel 5 has a web player. And five episodes in I figured out that if you leave it a few days you can watch the show without advert breaks. Hooray!

It needs to be said, I’m not the world’s biggest Frank Darabont fan but I do have a predisposition to love anything with zombies so I was hardly going to let it go unwatched. It wasn’t until about halfway through episode two that I started to enjoy The Walking Dead but when I did… well let’s just say I’m now more inclined to blame Stephen King for my dislike of certain other Darabont works.

OK, let’s just get this out of the way. Episode one was boring as hell. Nothing much really happens and what does happen has a very heavy and forced feel to it. Besides a couple of additional scenes introducing the rest of the cast early and an expansion of Morgan and Duane’s story, what we have is essentially a carbon copy of the first issue and a half of the comic. That’s roughly thirty, largely dialogue-free, pages stretched out to fill an hour slot and had the show followed the same format for the other five episodes I probably wouldn’t have seen the season through to the end. Credit where it’s due, the DP here did an amazing job recreating various panels but the narrative was all too thin.

As well as the stretched story, there was the addition of the line “I’m sorry this happened to you” to the zombie euthanasia. It was corny and unnecessary, completely undermining any emotional depth the scene could have had and Andrew Lincoln’s delivery was just horrible. He looked embarrassed to be saying it. Shame on you Darabont, shame on you.

So yeah, episode one didn’t really grab me until Rick was trapped in the tank. Which wasn’t in the comic so the show has that going for it at least.

Thankfully, from episode two onwards we see a welcome change in format, with the comic now being adapted rather than copied. New material and characters have been added while the comic is followed structurally with individual content being altered and shifted around to better suit the medium.

That said, Episode Two didn’t get off to the best start thanks to Antagonist Without a Cause, Merle Dixon (which I’ll cover in a moment) and the live action interpretation of Andrea. Now, comic Andrea may not be the most interesting of characters but she’s likeable enough and handy with a firearm. TV Andrea is… not. TV Andrea screams a lot, she cries a lot, she declares all hope is lost a lot and she only has one facial expression:

But hey, at least she can fish.

So back to Merle. If there’s one horror cliché that I’d gladly make a kneecapping offence it’s conflict for the sake of making human nature the real horror; fighting amongst yourselves is more dangerous than the undead trying to eat your brains and all that bullshit. In this case, Merle pulls a gun on his companions and declares that he’s now in charge. Why? Because he’s a redneck stereotype of course! And then he gets handcuffed to a pipe.

So far, so contrived but then along comes the excellent second half to make up for it.

With Merle out of the picture and Andrea no longer screaming (possibly because she’s knackered her vocal chords and can’t) things really pick up. The second half feels much shorter than the first and the early addition of the use of rotting zombie parts as scent camouflage was brilliantly enacted and extra gory. Way more gory than in the comic and all the better for it. And the part where they all just run away and leave Merle cuffed without so much as a backward glance (the noble but clumsy T-Dog excepted) was pretty hilarious.

Afterwards, the decision to go back for Merle and the guns Rick left by the tank in episode one, based on an event that only takes up a couple of pages in the comic, is expanded into a two episode story arc and this time it works thanks to the addition of some new and interesting characters. On screen, Merle may be nothing but a stereotype but off he’s fascinating – we never see his escape, neither from the handcuffs nor the city, we just see the evidence he’s left behind and that’s when he becomes engaging – while the discovery of a group of inner city youths who have set up camp in a nursing home in order to care for the residents who were too sick or old to escape adds a tremendous depth of humanity without being sentimental or moralising.

Interestingly, my favourite character in the show is Merle’s brother, Daryl. Even though he seems to have all the personality flaws of his brother, he’s much better written and thus is elevated above a mere caricature. And he’s funny. Coming in at a close second is Dr. Jenner, the lone scientist still working at the Center for Disease Control and it’s a shame they wasted such a compelling character on only two episodes. It should perhaps also be noted that neither of these characters appears in the comic although I hear Robert Kirkman liked Daryl so much he plans to add him in.

In addition, there is some nice expansion of existing characters and of Glenn and Shane in particular. More is made of just how brave Glenn is and Shane’s descent into madness appears to have been given a degree of credibility notably lacking in the original story. He’s no longer a man who shags his best friend’s wife (when they both believe he’s dead let’s not forget) then goes batshit because she doesn’t want to enter into a relationship with him; they are in a relationship which upon the discovery that Rick is still alive, she decides he tricked her into and she’s an absolute bitch towards him from then on. Huge kudos should be given to Jon Bernthal for his performance in the role – it takes some powerful acting to make you sympathise with a (admittedly half-arsed) drunken, borderline rape attempt.

However, while the characterisation of the men is by and large an improvement over the comic, the women fare pretty poorly and as a result what could have been one of the most shocking an tragic scenes in the show – the death of Andrea’s sister, Amy – was completely botched. Besides the laboured establishing shots of zombies sneaking into the camp eliminating any chance of the attack taking the audience by surprise, the writers relied exclusively on it being her birthday to create tragedy while, like all the women in the show who aren’t Jacqui, her character was never developed beyond useless and annoying (she’s so useless she just stands there and lets the zombies bite her. At least in the comic the first bite came from behind!). Amy may not have been quite as annoying as her sister but I’d still sooner face the Zombie Apocalypse with Ashley Graham.

I also have issues with the finale. While the episode as a whole was very good and the escape from the exploding CDC building was undeniably awesome, the decision of some of the characters to stay behind and get incinerated bugged me. Firstly, there was no real reason for it beyond a need to prune out a few of the cast that were invented just for the show but worse still is the reaction of the other characters: they’re more than happy to let the scientist who’s been studying the cause of the zombie apocalypse stay and die and are easily talked into letting Jacqui the cool headed pragmatist stay and die – i.e the two people who could actually be of some use – while Dale risks his life to persuade Andrea – the girl who could only be useful if you threw her into the path of the zombie hoard to buy yourself time to escape – to come with them. Seriously WTF?!!

OK, rant over.

Overall, despite the show being deeply flawed I did like it. I don’t believe for a second that it would have been met with the same levels of acclaim it has without Frank Darabont’s name attached and similarly I suspect without Darabont’s name some of the female oriented genre sites out there would have had something to say about the division of gender roles in a crisis – men fight, women cry and flail – and the characterisation of the women in general but all the same, I’ll definitely be awaiting Season 2 with interest.

Despite the bad start, I’m dying to see what’s become of Merle and hoping like hell Michael Rooker’s talents aren’t wasted on the antagonistic, redneck cliché he started out as. And if Shane does ultimately meet the same fate as his graphic counterpart it looks like there will at least be a much more believable build up to it. Personally I’m hoping they let Shane live and kill Andrea instead. But that’s just me.

Clay Zombies FTW! May.19.2011

Have I mentioned that Lee Hardcastle’s my favourite person on the internet at the moment?

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