Re-Rant

I didn’t realize how weak my camel’s back was getting until this straw broke it.  I totally thought this snuck over to AV Club from the satirical part of the Onion site.  I mean,  Asteroids: The Movie?  Really?

I know the economy is bad.  I know Hollywood is looking for established, familiar, “sure thing” properties.  But but but…really?

Seriously, let’s take a stand, people!  We need to stop legitimizing the film industy’s remake/reboot/redo recrap.  So spend your hard-earned, movie-going dollar not at Random Familiar Thing II, or Old TV Show Redux, but at:  anything else.

I mean, what’s next?  Life Cereal Commercial: The Movie?

July Fiction at Futurismic

Yesterday I was laid up with some kind of sinus junk–congestion and a mean-ass headache–and spent most of the day nesting on the couch, marathoning episodes of Pushing Daisies and Mission: Impossible.  In the process of wallowing, I barely noticed that a new month had arrived.  Zip, there goes another one!

The new Futurismic story went live right on schedule:  it’s “Homeostasis” by Carlos Hernandez.   Click on over and give this one a read!

Film: The International

I was hoping to seeing The International (2009) in the theater, basically for two reasons;  director Tom Tykwer (Run, Lola, Run and Winter Sleepers) and actress Naomi Watts (Mulholland Drive).  Ultimately I ended up watching it on Blu-ray, though, and it’s probably just as well; it’s a pretty average movie.

It’s a thriller centered around an investigation into an international bank based in Luxembourg, which is suspected of attempting to set itself up as a go-between weapons broker connecting Chinese arms manufacturers with third-world revolutionaries.  The investigation is a joint effort by the New York District Attorney’s office, spearheaded by Eleanor Whitman (Watts), and Interpol (represented by Clive Owen).  Owen’s character, Louis Salinger, is a former Scotland Yard hothead who has carried over his relentless pursuit of justice against this dirty bank from his British law enforcement career to his new gig with Interpol.  The death of one of Louis and Eleanor’s colleagues, just as he is closing in on a bank insider who could make their case, sets the duo up with enough clues to pursue their case further…with often hair-raising results.

For the most part it’s a well plotted film and its focus on reprehensible bank behavior is certainly well timed, but for all its detailed plot machinations, ultimately the proceedings felt a little cold and hollow.  Tykwer’s usually impressive visual sense is on display, particularly in the film’s gorgeous establishing shots of various international locales (the film visits Germany, France, Luxembourg, Italy, Turkey, and the United States), but on the whole the direction feels kind of half hearted, as if the director is one step removed from the story.  Both Owen and Watts are effective, given the limited opportunities afforded by their roles–although sadly, Owens has little more to do than act intense, and Watts concerned.  The films tries to shotgun them into a “romance-that-wasn’t” subplot, but there aren’t really any sparks.  There’s an impressive action setpiece and there’s some enjoyable, subtle investigative hugger-mugger, but by and large it’s hard to get emotionally invested in any of it.

Really, there’s nothing wrong with The International–it’s a highly professional film, well acted, diverting.  But it’s ultimately just kind of unmoving.

Novel: He, She and It by Marge Piercy

He, She and It (1992) is my first experience with Marge Piercy’s work.  I had something of a mixed reaction to its science fictional content, but on the whole I found it a strong, thought-provoking novel.

The world of He, She and It is a dystopian, near future United States.  The federal government has vanished, global warming and pollution have decimated the environment, vast segments of the population live in a lawless urban sprawl, and huge multinational corporations vie for power and control.  The narrative kicks off when Shira Shipman, a technician specializing in human-machine interfaces for one of the largest multinationals, loses custody of her son in a divorce and finds herself cut adrift from an ill-considered path in life.  She returns to the community of her youth, Tikva, a Jewish free town that has managed to maintain its independence by selling superior computer security to various multis.  There, Shira goes to work for a scientist, Avram Stein, helping with the development of a cyborg, Yod, with whom she develops a complicated relationship.  Meanwhile, Tikva is under assault–mostly via cyberspace–by multinationals looking to absorb its talent and technology.  Yod was developed in order to help defend the town, which puts Shira in the middle of wars both political and actual.

I found myself struggling to get into this one at first, as the early stages of SF world-building felt a bit clumsy and overly expositional; it kind of felt like “SF as a second language,” the author discovering familiar tropes and describing them as if they were brand new.  Ultimately I don’t think that’s a fair judgement, though, because once the groundwork is laid, Piercy handles the material adroitly, and the novel addresses numerous classic SFnal issues quite effectively.  However, I think if you have strongly developed SF-reading filters, some of those early infodumps ring a bit false.

I also thought the SF content of He, She and It was curiously unstuck in time–even today, seventeen years after its publication, it feels as if it could have been written anywhere from the 1970s to the 2000s.  In some ways it feels very forward-looking, in others oddly dated.  Piercy’s take on the environmental crisis, for example, seems slightly ahead of the curve of mainstream thinking; the book’s cyberpunk influence make it feel very much a product of its time; the social consciousness seems very much a hallmark of 1970s SF; and, to really reach back, the cyborg Yod can be seen as a reconceptualized Frankenstein’s monster.  I came away from the book feeling like it could have been released just yesterday or re-released from an original publication forty years ago.  In the end, I think this is a good thing–the ideas and issues it deals with are timeless, in other words–but for some reason I found it occasionally off-putting.  I think I kept expecting the book to…settle into an era of the SF canon, and it never really does.

Still, while I found the world-building and the timeliness of the SFnal content slightly problematic, the novel clearly succeeds as science fiction, particularly in its examination of the central premise–which is not its world, or its occasional cyberpunk flavor, but its complex and well thought out look at the ethics of creating artificial life for human purposes.  Yod, the cyborg at the heart of the story, is a strongly conceived character, and used to good effect in examining these issues, at the core of many practical and philosophical arguments, and his plight raises many thought-provoking questions.  Piercy emphasizes this theme in an alterate track narrated by Shira’s grandmother, Malkah, in which she tells Yod a story of a magical golem created to protect a Jewish ghetto in Prague in the 1600s.  The introduction of this additional, historical storyline contributed to the book’s slow opening for me, but quickly became an effective part of its structure, accenting and illuminating aspects of the future track.

The religious elements also contribute to the novel’s unique atmosphere; I found it quite refreshing to see religion in the future.  It says something, perhaps, about how infrequently that’s dealt with in future SF.  (Either that, or I’m just an overly secular kind of guy…)  The novel is also swarming with memorable, well developed characters.  The emphasis is on strong, empowered women, but even the men–if slightly more villainous in their somewhat single-minded ambitions–are interesting and dynamic.  My only struggle here was with Avram, the scientist chiefly responsible for Yod’s development, who seems unrealistically incapable of understanding the extent of Yod’s capacity to think and feel and want and need.  If Avram is such a brilliant scientist, shouldn’t he be more sensitive to his creation’s capacity for human-like traits and behaviors?  I wasn’t entirely convinced by him, and I’m not sure why he was chosen to represent the cold, heartless side of the argument about Yod–which was necessary to the conflict, but didn’t strike me as a true scientist’s behavior.

I wouldn’t say I loved this one through and through, but it’s a well written, effective, and ambitious novel, and it definitely got my gears turning.

TV: State of Play

If you’re in the mood for intricate, intelligent drama, you can do far, far worse than to check out State of Play (2003), a six-episode BBC miniseries involving journalism, political scandal, complicated relationships, ethics, and more.  It might be the last of the great newspaper dramas, wherein a random-seeming event snowballs unexpectedly into the story of a lifetime, as a team of reporters gradually disentangles a convoluted web of intrigue to get to the hard truth behind a young woman’s death.

When a young researcher for a government energy committee, Sonia Baker–something of a “Laura Palmer figure” for the series–is killed by a train in the London Underground, at first it seems like simply a tragic accident–until evidence comes into the possession of journalist Cal McCaffrey (John Simm) that might link her death to the shooting of a young boy on the same day.  Baker’s boss, politician Stephen Collins (David Morrissey), is an old friend of McCaffrey’s, which puts McCaffrey in a unique position to get to the heart of the story, which becomes more complicated when Collins admits to having had an affair with Sonia.  Torn between his friendship with Collins and his journalistic ambition, McCaffrey doggedly pursues the story, with the help of his staff (which includes a feisty Kelly Macdonald and a smarmy James McAvoy) and, less directly, his editor (the brilliantly shifty and amusing Bill Nighy).  Each new piece of evidence makes the story more and more eye-opening, eventually leading to an explosive emotional climax.

It’s a superb drama, which tells a compelling, propulsive narrative, which is also deviously complex, and in the meanwhile examines the ethics of journalistic behavior in the pursuit of the truth.  Indeed, McCaffrey and his team are as crafty and ruthless as any team of spies, and deploy every trick in the book to get the information they need.  But McCaffrey, entangled as he is by his relationship with Collins and Collins’ wife (Polly Walker), gradually comes–as the viewer does–to see the human cost of his actions, which colors any professional success he may achieve.

Crisp writing, strong characterization, and terrific acting help sell the story–I was particularly impressed with Morrissey as the emotionally shattered M.P., and Marc Warren, who is fantastic as the profoundly paranoid key witness, Dominic Foy.  I found it thoroughly engrossing stuff and well worth the five-hour commitment.

Don’t confuse it with the big budget film of the same name that came out recently (starring Russell Crowe and Ben Affleck); I didn’t see it, although I have to admit I’m intrigued to see how they condensed it, and what kind of Hollywood casting they tried.  Maybe for another post…but really I can’t imagine how they could have improved the original.  Go to the source!  (No pun intended…)

TV: Wonderfalls

The magnificent Wonderfalls (2004) has the odd distinction of being a died-before-its-time TV gem that I don’t have to feel guilty about for having killed.  Fox gave this one a measly four episodes before pulling the plug…barely enough time to learn of its existence!  Fortunately, they actually shot fifteen episodes, which makes for a worthwhile DVD collection.  And that’s where I came in…I pretty much watched it over a weekend when I first got it a couple of years ago, and recently went around the horn a second time with Jenn.

Set in Niagara Falls, New York, Wonderfalls stars the adorably exasperated Caroline Dhavernas as Jaye Tyler, a bright but aimless twenty-something who works as a retail clerk for a gift shop, lives in a trailer park, and languishes in the shadow of her considerably more successful immediate family members.  Her witty slacker existence is challenged when one day at work, a wax figurine begins speaking to her–more specifically, telling her to do things.  This is just the first of a series of inanimate objects that begin dictating Jaye’s fate, and she quickly realizes that ignoring the toy animals’ cryptic directives can have harsh consequences.  How the cosmic instructions will impact Jaye’s fate, color her relationships, and help her grow as a person, is an unpredictable, quirky, and funny ride.

Bryan Fuller has done a lot of great TV series–Dead Like Me, Heroes, Pushing Daisies–but I think this is the one that really hit the mark the most for me.  Part of it is surely Dhavernas’ sheer charm, and on some level I think I relate to her character way too much…chiefly her sense of high expectations squelched, a sort of Gen-X cliché I suppose, but rendered amusingly and with real heart.  Part of it is probably the western New York setting, which pushes my nostalgia buttons (and the show pretty much gets the look and feel of western New York right–I think it was shot in Toronto, which probably helped).  It also has the quick pacing and quirky, upbeat music that tends to make good comedies click.  But in the end I think it’s just the damn good writing–its simple, fantastical, premise, which lends itself to surprise after surprise, and plenty of comic confusion; its rapid-fire, quick-witted dialogue; its clever conceits and left turns and satisfying resolutions.  It’s even got some pre-Daisies Lee Pace (in fine form as Jaye’s laconic, intellectual brother) and a nice string of Jewel Staite appearances late in the season, for all you Firefly fanatics.

Do yourself a favor and grab this box, or at least put it in your queue.  Good stuff!  (And did I mention the catchy Andy Partridge theme music…?)

A Few Writing & Editing Notes

Evidently this past Tuesday was National Science Fiction & Fantasy Writers Day.  I guess this is a new thing, so I didn’t know about it to celebrate…although, strictly by coincidence, I swung by the bookstore on the way to work to grab a glimpse at The Year’s Best Science Fiction, Twenty-Sixth Annual Collection, edited by Gardner Dozois.

Initially I told myself I mainly wanted to see how well Futurismic had fared in 2008, in the eyes of Mr. Dozois.  Sadly, we warranted little more than half a sentence in the online section of the summary, but four of our ten stories made the honorable mention list:

•    “Uxo, Bomb Dog” by Eliot Fintushel
•    “Maquech” by Silvia Moreno-Garcia
•    “Solitude Ripples from the Past” by David Reagan
•    “Willpower” by Jason Stoddard

Congrats, folks!  I was thinking a few more of our stories were deserving of a nod, but I guess forty percent of our total output for the year isn’t too bad–and heck, if every story made it, the list wouldn’t have much of a point, would it?  (I mean, beyond convincing writers to buy the book to see their name in print…see below.)  Incidentally, I’m not counting the mistaken inclusion of “The Rivers of Eden” by Jay Lake & Ruth Nestvold, which must have snuck in from an old file…that one was published in 2005!

Happily, my Cosmos story “Frame of Mind” also made the honorable mention list.  A minor distinction to be sure, but for me, an elusive one, so pardon me while I feel briefly cheerful about actually being mentioned in something.  Woot!

I told myself I wouldn’t buy it just because my story was noted…so I bought it thinking that, down the road, I will review it for this blog.  :)

Meanwhile, in more forward-looking news, I’m hammering away at the opening scenes of two new stories at the moment.  So far it’s like chiseling through a cement block, and I don’t have solid titles for either one–which for me is a serious stumbling block–but at least some new projects are taking shape.

Happy Belated National Science Fiction & Fantasy Writers Day!

TV: Veronica Mars

Over the past several weeks, Jenn and I caught up on the third and final season of Veronica Mars (2004-2007), and we finished off the final episodes during the England trip, watching the DVDs on our laptops.

Veronica Mars is one of the best shows you never heard about.  Set in Neptune, California, a southern California town with a profoundly noticeable and contentious class divide, the show centers around the eponymous Veronica (Kristen Bell), a sharp-tongued, quick-witted, and outrageously resourceful teenage investigator, who goes to high school by day and solves mysteries by night…er, well, actually 24-7.  As the show begins, Veronica is still recovering from the trauma of losing her best friend Lily Kane (Amanda Seyfried) to a horrible murder.  Veronica’s father Keith (the absolutely wonderful Enrico Colantoni) was the sheriff of Neptune at the time, but went after the wrong suspect, pissed off the wrong people, and lost his job in the process.  By standing by her father, Veronica lost most of her friends, ousted from the in-crowd of rich and powerful kids from the wealthy side of town, including her ex-boyfriend, Lily’s brother Duncan (Teddy Duncan), and Lily’s boyfriend, volatile celebrity brat Logan (Jason Dohring).  A woman without a caste in a highly stratified community, Veronica takes solace in helping out her father with his PI cases, and running her own side business at school, straddling the line between the haves and have-nots with her one kindred spirit, stand-up guy Wallace (Percy Daggs III).

In its first two seasons, the show managed the nifty trick of presenting in each episode a clever mystery-of-the-week for Veronica to solve, while simultaneously advancing an overarching, season-long mystery plot.  While it’s hard not to feel that the first season’s larger story was more successful–indeed, I’d rank it among my favorite seasons of any show, ever–ultimately both the first and second seasons are very satisfying:  intricate, clever, funny, and addictive TV, not unlike Buffy the Vampire Slayer in its fun, compelling story-telling.

Season three, which sees Veronica off to college, isn’t nearly as successful, partly because of interference–evidently, the network demanded changes in order to “help the ratings.”  Unfortunately, this seemed to involve eliminating the season-long story arc, playing up the weekly “A-story,” and drawing out a particular relationship storyline ad naseum.  Sadly, nerfing Veronica Mars not only didn’t help the ratings, but it may have driven away some of the faithful.  It’s a hugely unfortunate fate for a show that deserved better.

Even so, I would hesitate to say the show jumped the shark–even if it was marched to the shark by gunpoint.  The third season has its moments, and by and large it stays true to the spirit of the series so brilliantly established in its earlier hours.   To the end, the show had mystery, humor, heart, and charm to burn.  I suppose a show could do worse than to leave you wanting more…

Farewell, Veronica!

Collection: Shuteye for the Timebroker by Paul Di Filippo

Genre writers don’t get much more prolific, versatile, or flat out fun than Paul Di Filippo, whose diversity and literary fearlessness never cease to amaze me.  I just caught up with Shuteye for the Timebroker (2006), his tenth (!) full collection.  Although typically inventive, this one felt somewhat minor compared to some of his other collections… kind of like when a band you love releases a bunch of studio outtakes which don’t really add up to a true album.  Di Filippo’s trademark creativity is on display as ever, but to me Shuteye just isn’t as uniformly impressive as some of his more strongly themed collections (the essential Strange Trades coming first to mind, followed by the wonderful Ribofunk).

I didn’t detect much of a theme to this collection–it’s a fairly even mix of genre stories, the fantasy tending toward the whimsical and the contemporary, while the SF is generally of the Twilight Zone-ish variety, and perhaps a tad darker.  Probably my favorite of the bunch is the fierce “Shadowboxer,” in which a man with the ability to kill with his mind is put to work for the government, an effective and chilling tale.  The most satisfying storytelling in the collection, though, comes from “The Secret Sutras of Sally Strumpet,” an engaging novelette about a male writer whose fictional chick-lit pseudonym comes to life and takes over his ill-gotten career–a slick premise nicely realized, if marred a bit by iffy gender politics.

Indeed, many of the tales of Shuteye are typically groovy Di Filippo idea stories that don’t quite hit the bullseye.  Take the opening fantasy tales, “Captain Jill” and “Billy Budd,” for example–previously unpublished stories from his short-lived Blackwood Beach series, which is centered on a mysterious Atlantic coastal town, a kind of Twin Peaks for New England.  In the former story, a notorious female pirate is awakened in a man’s basement after years of magical slumber…in the latter, a man who is half-plant attempts to seed and nurture a perfect female partner with whom to share his life.  Both stories generally execute their premises well and possess an inherent likeability, but both overstay their welcome a bit, too long for what they accomplish. “Distances,” meanwhile, is similarly half-satisfying:  a ballsy and ambitious early experiment in which SF writers extrapolate future SF writers extrapolating farther future SF writers, on and on–an impressive feat that simultaneously feels too much like an exercise.  Also populating the collection are a number of stylistic homages–some indirect, others more targeted, with many a nod and a wink to other writers–and some of these tend to miss the mark for me.  “The Mysterious Iowans” (Verne) and “The Days of Other Light” (Poe), for example, are earnest nods to their ancestors…but I showed up to read Paul Di Filippo, you know?

So, while not without it merits, on the whole this one was a bit disappointing to me, then–one for the Di Filippo completist, I think.

Film: Up

I considered posting a one-word review of Pixar’s latest animated film, Up (2009).  It would have read: go!  But, of course, I can’t possibly be that short-winded.

Still, honestly, I don’t feel the need to be all that much more specific.  Up is simply a delight:  creative, fun, moving, exciting, funny as hell.  Providing more detail would simply spoil its wonderful surprises.  So, in the end, the upshot of this post remains…

Go!  :)

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