I am Legend, Cloverfield, & Good Damn Parenting
I
Am Legend
Legendarily
Bad, maybe.
That's about it.
The day our SD friends arrived, The Girl got off of
work early and we made it out to see
I Am
Legend, a
Sci-Fi flick starring Will Smith and – well, a
dog, and that’s about it.
Now as far as the performances go, it wasn’t too bad
on Will Smith’s part, nor the dog’s part, either. But
my feelings are rather mixed about the movie. I felt
like it had some good potential to make a point
somewhere. It had some philosophy to tackle, and for
a long time I thought there was a possibility that it
might actually take on this challenge.
It’s hard to talk about the movie without spoiling
it. Let me say that I thought it would go one
direction, but instead it went the cheap hollywood
route, which was disappointing. What I found amusing
myself was that the direction I felt the movie should
go, turns out the original book it was based off
of
does go. So why not
just follow that? Oh, because we need a happy ending,
right? Or at least some heroic one.
But I can even overlook that. People like heroes, so
I can forgive them for that faux pas.
But, I cannot
overlook their reliance on crappy,
crappy CGI
animation. And it’s not that I have something against
CGI directly, it’s that I hate it when the people
making the film think that we can’t tell it’s not
remotely real. There’s no suspension of disbelief,
you know exactly when the things you see are not
happening. And it really spoils the feel of the
movie. I mean, it would’ve been better had they just
avoided that all together, and instead just not
showed
anything, as that
would have build suspense in place of the chuckles
that their crappy CGI scenes created.
15 years has gone by, and Jurassic Park
is
still the
measuring stick by which special effects movies are
judged. Well, that & The
Matrix (10
years), of course, both which succeed beautifully.
How come 10-15 years has gone by, yet it seems that
most special effects have marched into the past and
absurdity, rather than into the future? How the hell
can we let hollywood know that their effects are not
fooling anyone anymore? I know: I’ll blog about it.
How’s that?
LISTEN UP, HOLLYWOOD SPECIAL EFFECTS WIZARDS: YOUR
CRAPPY CGI ISN’T FOOLING ANYONE. IF YOU CAN’T GET IT
TO WORK WITH CRAPPY CGI, MAYBE YOU SHOULD PULL A
DIFFERENT TRICK OUT OF YOUR WIZARD’S HAT, HUH?
However,
there’s hope on the horizon
There’s a
movie that I would have hoped would have come out in
time to see with my friends while they were
here. Cloverfield
looks
to be an exciting movie, from the previews I’ve
seen of it. Watching it evoked emotions of
Lost, that
show on ABC that I love to watch. You can kinda
feel a similarity. Turns out that it’s directed by
the same guy, so I guess that explains the gritty
sort of feel the movie has.
And special effects? They look convincing. Like, from
the previews, it would appear that the wizards behind
this flick
have marched
forward with the 10-15 years, instead of backwards
like the I Am Legend folks. So convincing, in fact,
that initially, I missed a big mistake in one scene.
At one point, the head of the statue of liberty is
thrown down a city street. It cascades off a
building, causing an explosion.
I haven’t figured out why hollywood likes explosions
so much that they put them where they wouldn’t
otherwise be. The head is inert metal. The building
is NOT a ticking time bomb. I don’t think there’d be
an explosion on impact. In fact, using a sour day in
the USA’s history, I have seen fuel-filled planes fly
into buildings at high speed and have less an
explosion. And they
were flying
bombs, you know?
But, the point is that the effects looks convincing
enough that you can almost miss that mistake. Until
of course, someone like me comes along and points it
out.
But really: go and see this movie. And then buy/rent
the first 3 seasons of
Lost. And
enjoy.
“We
also like to lie about religion & politics, too”
This
morning, I wake and check the front internet pages
for news. I see… a story about a little 6 year-old
girl that had initially won an all-expenses paid trip
to see Hannah Montana in concert. That is, until it
was discovered that the essay that
was submitted was a complete
lie, at
which point she was pulled out of the contest.
It went something like this: “My daddy died in Iraq
defending freedom for me & mommy this year. I
only wish we could see a Hannah Montana concert to
ease the pain.”
Except of course, that it was a fabrication. And
while it’s sad that a 6 year-old was told “give me
that back,” it’s rather obvious that a 6 year-old had
help creating this uber-republican drama piece,
right? So the question, “where’s the parents” I guess
could be answered with “taking republican lessons” or
maybe “learning to lie, cheat, & steal to get
ahead.”
Setting the example; this is what I like to see in
parenting.
Peace.