Posted on June 28, 2019
Note: I realize I haven’t written a blog post in a while. I will cop to being lazy and distracted, but also I’m binge watching Neon Genesis Evangelion for a future post and it’s not going well.
This episode, The Flax, finds us having fun with the oft reused plot trope of the trapped/out of fuel scout ship and shriveling at the thought of Luxon Lovemaking. Join us, won’t you?
Posted on June 23, 2019
An iffy episode of the beloved series as it tries to find its feet. Some important developments for some of the characters, though, so we had to talk about it.
Posted on June 16, 2019
Moya’s pregnant! And she’s in a mood that doesn’t tolerate passengers. Join us for a chat about this dramatic turn of events for the Farscape series.
Posted on June 12, 2019
The show makes a quantum leap in quality as it turns serious and begins to show us the true nature of the characters. Join us for a discussion of what we both agreed was an excellent episode of Farscape.
When I heard they were rebooting The Twilight Zone my first concern was that they would do what had done before and just remake some of the old episodes in color (although I will stan John Lithgow’s performance in
“Nightmare at 20,000 Feet” all day). Then I heard Jordan Peele was going to helm it and I was fairly sure it was in good hands.
But the first episode I saw was “Replay” followed by “A Traveler” and then “The Comedian.” I want to say that it is a complete miracle that any episode of TV is produced and the result is always, always going to be a subjective experience unique to each viewer. In this case, my experience was mostly dull disinterest.
“Replay” was so obviously told and the message hammered home so hard that I was way ahead the entire time. One thing you never want when watching a suspense show is to be thinking, “Yeah, I get it. Move on.” We live in a world where we know full well that calling the police on a person of color can be a death sentence. We see black lives not mattering to cops on a daily basis. It’s good to call this stuff out. Absolutely. But this is also supposed to be entertainment and the story was so superficial that everything was in the text. It was a sermon. Again, to me. That’s how I received it.
“A Traveler” was just confounding and dumb. The ending was so unsupported by the story that it felt like a twist that was added later. Although, I did like the part of the story that showed the Inuit point of view regarding their European colonizers.
“The Comedian” was done well, but it’s a story that’s been told a dozen times and this iteration added nothing new.
So I quit watching the series until I found out that one of my favorite Twitter follows had written a couple of episodes I hadn’t seen. Heather Anne Campbell has one of the freshest minds working today and she’s just getting started. When I saw her name on two of the episodes, I headed back in with renewed optimism.
So I fired up “Six Degrees of Movement” and then “Not All Men.” They were so good that I remembered the original Twilight Zone series had more clunkers than home runs. It also had a tendency to get caught up in the text and forget to be subtle. And, more than anything, it could get sloppily sentimental.
“Wunderkind” was another sermonesque disappointment, but their version of “Nightmare at 30,000 Feet” starring Adam Scott is excellent and as eerie as any from the original series.
“Point of Origin” returned to the model of all text though it did a good job showing the terrifying circumstances of people in custody of a fascist organization with no oversight. It was only average, but that’s okay because the last two episodes absolutely killed.
“The Blue Scorpion” has a twist worthy of Rod Serling himself and “Blurryman” calls back to every other episode as well as the original series in a way that leads to a magical ending.
In a world where Black Mirror exists, every paranormal show has to up its game, even one that’s riding on the shoulders of a giant. Twilight Zone ups its game admirably with a bunch of episodes that are infinitely re-watchable.
Farscape: That Old Black Magic
We’re back after taking almost a month off for vacation and travel and, boy, did we come home to a crazy episode of Farscape. “That Old Black Magic” finds the first season writer’s room still trying to get their land legs and, against all odds, trying out some magic and fantasy inside their SciFi show.
We had fun with it. That’s all that counts.
I’ve always thought of Philip Jose Farmer as a fantasy writer and, not being very much into fantasy, I’ve actively avoided him. But lately, I’ve been feeling the need to circle back to the books I skipped during my formative years for whatever reason and since I loved PJF’s take on Vonnegut’s fictional author Kilgore Trout in Venus on the Half Shell, I thought I’d try one of his more famous works.
And, frankly, the title kind of grabbed me.
I didn’t know anything about the Riverworld series so it was just a lucky shot that dropped me into the first book. For those of you who haven’t read the series, it’s about an Earth-like planet that has been terraformed to have its entire surface covered by one massive, winding river. The engineers who accomplished this miraculous feat then resurrected every sentient being who ever lived on Earth into the valley that follows it.
No one knows why they’ve been resurrected and there is precious little logic about how the various races/nations/languages are distributed along the shore. Whoever has done this has not given a reason or communicated with the resurrectees in any way. The only indication of their presence is the mushroom-shaped Grail Stones that provide food, drink, clothing and many luxury items one would not expect to find in Heaven.
PJF made an interesting choice for his protagonist by choosing a man from history who is arguably more interesting in his life than he possibly can be in this made up story. Richard Francis Burton is the epitome of British colonialism and overreach. A classic “explorer” who travels the world to put his lens on every culture and society he encounters.
I think that PJF probably felt differently about this kind of man in 1971 than we do now. Colonialism and Cultural Appropriation being pejorative terms now, I had a tendency to react negatively to information about Burton that PJF presented as bold or heroic. For instance, Burton infiltrated Mecca during Ramadan disguised as an Arab.
Regardless of his historical nature, Burton is presented much like Heinlein’s “competent man” for most of the story. His curiosity about the river valley drives him to relentlessly pursue answers even when the creatures running Riverworld actively try to stop him. He’s also a “competent man” character in the way he is presented with obstacles and consistently overcomes them with logic and level-headed thinking.
He’s not bloodless, though. Burton is presented as a passionate and prideful man whose love for a woman who will not have him is never fully resolved in this first book of the story. He also has a difficult relationship to the legacy he left on Earth, marred as it was by his wife who burned many of his journals and other writings after his death.
Having sort of chipped away at it, I really need to come back around and explain how much I enjoyed To Your Scattered Bodies Go.
PJF’s writing style is minimalist but not to the point of strangling his world building or his characterization. As such, it provides a fast narrative that quickly establishes the environment, introduces the characters, and charges into action. And while I prefer lots of action in the stories I read, I find the ones that consist only of action are boring. PJF avoids this problem by creating real emotional constructs for fully realized characters who expose their true selves through conflict.
An efficient but rich experience. One I plan to continue in the sequels where the mysteries of Riverworld will hopefully be solved.
Art films bore me. Not artistic films like Barry Lyndon or 2001: A Space Odyssey or A Clockwork Orange (wait, those are all… whatever), but self important film school senior projects with long, long, overlong takes and a soundtrack that’s just human teeth falling on a xylophone, with very little dialogue and when the characters do speak they do it asynchronously like they’re having two different conversations.
Essentially, they’re just short stories stretched into novels by abandoning narrative for long shots watching the sun go down on a black lake which end with a synth sting and a smash cut to black.
The sad thing is that you can absolutely make a great, entertaining and engaging film using those techniques, but these filmmakers seem to feel that story is beneath them.
Let’s talk about four movies made in this style:
- Upstream Color
- The Lobster
- Under The Skin
Primer’s narrative is jumbled and confusing because it’s about time travel. Upstream Color has an overwhelming soundtrack because it’s about loss of consciousness. Both of these movies tell a coherent story with lots of long shots, very little dialogue, no exposition or even explanation, and both are highly engaging. You watch them like an addict hovering over a spoon with a lighter because you don’t want to miss anything.
The Lobster, even though it does more world building than the other three, ends up in a universe free of rules and common sense which leaves it in a pile of arbitrary logic. Ultimately, after you finally get through this slog of a movie, you feel cheated because none of it made any sense.
Under The Skin is empty calories. A blank canvas you are meant to project your own story upon. We get the vague notion that ScarJo plays an alien wearing a human skin she uses to seduce men who won’t be missed and that they are deposited in a pool of black liquid to be digested and that she might be curious about humanity. That’s not a movie. That’s not even a pitch for a movie. There’s not enough there to fill one hour and forty eight minutes even if Scarlett Johansson is magnetically beautiful to watch.
She is to be commended for her commitment to this project, full frontal and all, but this movie should have run half an hour at most.
Two strange things about Under The Skin:
- Jonathan Glazer also directed one of my favorite films Sexy Beast. So he’s proven to be a competent, even gifted director, which means everything he did in this movie was a specific choice.
- The book the movie is based on actually tells a complete and complex story so there was plenty to choose from that would have help build an actual narrative suited to a movie.
So, Under the Skin and The Lobster are not recommended. If you want to watch something cinematically intense and narratively weird, go with the Shane Carruth movies Primer and Upstream Color.
Posted on April 24, 2019
We’re skipping episodes now, cutting out the dead wood, going straight to the gold. And we’ve employed new technology: Automatic Gain Control. That’s right, I finally figured out how to use the plug-in for Audacity so our volume isn’t all over the place. Watch the episode and then listen to us talk about it.
The novel Borne by Jeff Vandermeer isn’t so much a science fiction novel as it is a Jeff Vandermeer novel. Really, of all the people writing speculative fiction these days, he is the one who has the most specific brand. What to call it, though? Biology Idolatry? Bio-Horror? Bio-Tech SciFi? Someone smarter than me will have to decide that. I just know that the four books I’ve read by him have all had a perversion of biology at their core.
Borne is about an unnamed city in an indistinct location (Florida?) that came under the unethical control of “The Company”, a shadowy entity that seems to have focused mostly on hubris and illegal human experimentation. In any event, the city has been destroyed and the survivors reduced to scavenging for edible biotech while hiding from a giant, genetically altered bear called Mord.
Rachel, the protagonist, finds a creature tucked into Mord’s fur one day and names it Borne. She takes this piece of biotech, which resembles a sea anemone, back to the hideout she shares with her lover/partner, Wick.
What is so wonderful about the other Vandermeer novels that I’ve read (the Southern Reach trilogy) is also true for Borne. The weirdness of nature, the perverted biology, the aftermath of ecological collapse is not the story. It’s just a fascinating backdrop for the story. Borne is actually about the three characters living together in that hideout.
The stress that Borne puts on their relationship soon begins tugging out hidden details of their lives and it’s the story of their lives that actually unwinds the tale of the city and the company and how things got this fucked up. It’s a story that is very much worth reading.