Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts
Friday, February 27, 2015
The Passing of Leonard Nimoy
Though not surprised (he had been experiencing serious health issues for some time), I was still saddened to hear of the passing of Leonard Nimoy today, at the age of 83. Watching Star Trek is among my earliest and fondest of memories. The morality of the show was key to my development as a human, and Nimoy will always be a part of that. He will be missed.
-Matt
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Comic Review: East of West Volume One
A little Alternate History never hurt nobody. The first volume of East of West starts with an introduction to the world, a world where the States did not come back together after the Civil War, where things got mighty weird, mighty fast. Then it throws us into the fire. The Three Horsemen have risen…Wait, what? Oh, yeah. Death has started his solo career, and he’s got his own thing going. We’re introduced to various ideas, both of the alternate world, which has a generally Western vibe, and to the overall plot. It seems Conquest, Famine, and War are itching to bring it all down, but Death doesn’t want to play their game. There’s some kind of cult devoted to the Horsemen that infects the halls of power. And in what would have been California, in New Shanghai, someone waits for Death. Someone who might just change everything.
While steeped in the flavor of classic Westerns and Alternate History Science Fiction, there’s something operatic about this comic. By the time it gets rolling, the orgiastic violence and sweeping speechifying is something to behold. Death is a cool character, and his two companions Crow and Wolf are fun. But it’s when Xiaolian comes into her own that things get interesting. I think that’s the point where I started to really, really dig this series. Now, I can’t wait to find out what Death & Co. get up to, what kind of hell Xiaolian is going to dish out. And just what’s going on with all these conspiratorial cultists.
The series is exciting. A page turner. I’ve been reading a lot of comics for various reasons lately, and reading this reminds me just how great a page turner can be. As I’m reading it, I can also see some parallels between this series and Pretty Deadly (and to a degree, Saga). But where I think Pretty Deadly gets everything wrong, this series gets it all right. When the moments of extreme drama happen, it’s earned your emotional investment, not simply told you that you should feel something. When Death and Xiaolian show their metal, and you start to understand what you’re reading, I felt giddy like when I listen to a swelling piece of Beethoven or Wagner. And it looks nice. The art is pretty darned good, and the panel work excellent (though, I'm a sucker for semi-contained, structured panels). I can’t wait to see what happens next, and recommend you join me in my journey. Heck, Volume One is only 9.99, so give it a try.
East of West Volume One
Author: Jonathan Hickman
Artist: Nick Dragotta
Publisher: Image Comics
ISBN: 978-1-60706-770-2
-Matthew J. Constantine
Labels:
Alternate History,
Beethoven,
Civil War,
Comics,
Death,
East of West,
Four Horsemen,
Image Comics,
Jonathan Hickman,
Nick Dragotta,
Pretty Deadly,
Saga,
Science Fiction,
Westerns
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Movie Review: Alien
My first awareness of the Alien films came when I picked up a special Starlog magazine devoted to the then new film, Aliens. I loved the creatures and the tech, and I would flip through the magazine time and again, without seeing the film, imagining what it all meant, building stories around the pictures. Some years later, when we finally got a nice color TV and a VCR, I started to rent movies on occasion, and two of those early rentals (also among the first R rated films I saw) were Alien and Aliens, back to back. That’s all it took. I was hooked. I loved both films. I think for a long time, because it was faster paced and more actiony, I would have said that Aliens was my favorite between the two. Eventually, I began to say that I loved them both, but for different reasons. Alien was a great horror film, and Aliens was a great action movie. I still think that’s the case. But, I realized a couple years ago that in fact, I really, really like Aliens and I really, really LOVE Alien. Not just a great horror film, Alien is a great film.
In the aftermath of Star Wars, science fiction became more appealing for the folks with the money. And, suddenly the idea of a more ‘lived in’ future (as opposed to the ultra-clean Star Trek/2001 type futures) was acceptable. People in space might not just be variations on our idealized astronaut heroes, but workaday schlubs just trying to get paid and get by…in space.
After the opening titles set the creepy tone, our view slides through the halls of the ship, we see an environment where people might live or work, not too different from your office, your break room, your kitchen. Some cryo-beds open to reveal a handful of everyday folks, a tugboat captain, his crew, and a couple surly mechanics. Not only might I work along side any one of these people, I could very easily be one of them. I hear echoes of myself in Yaphet Koto’s words, in Veronica Cartright, in Tom Skerrit. And I like to think some of the best of me can be seen in John Hurt. The point is, the film takes its time to introduce us to very relatable characters, and puts them in a very relatable environment, even if it is in space. By this tactic, the tensions, the shocks, and the tragedy all become as relatable, thus far more effective than so many horror movies with disposable victims and vacuous ‘heroes.’
It’s a slow burn. About 45 minutes pass before the alien makes its first appearance. But the tension builds and builds so effectively. Sometimes there are jolts and jumps, mostly to give you a bit of relief. Yet, after a brief release, it begins building once again. Even when the trouble really gets going, there are long stretches of silence and fear. The atmosphere is like a character unto itself, seeping into every scene, an invisible elephant in the room. The stark terror and loneliness expressed beautifully by the cast becomes palpable. Alien is a genuine and emotional masterpiece.
Sexuality is both absent and ever present. The alien itself is birth, death, and rebirth. The tension of death and sex, penetration and embrace is lurking between the lines. The creature is beautiful and terrifying as it is mysterious. Is it simply an animal looking to feed and breed? Is it intelligent? Is it a weapon? Is it part of some greater plan? These are questions the movie leaves unanswered, letting you imagine a great deal. There is a larger universe created in the film, with things far beyond our perceptions. But sex and death transcend our ideas of civilization. Perhaps the alien is the very embodiment of nature, giving life and taking it without regard. Does it feel or think? Does it look upon the humans as victims or just a warm spot to put its young? And what evolution brought about such a thing; what is its home like?
Alien plays with your expectations. Who lives, who dies, when and how. It’s all against the prevailing fashion. As is the slow pacing and incredibly long build-up. And I think this factor lends to its popularity and timelessness. Alien is a movie that hasn’t aged, except maybe that the computers look primitive next to today’s ultra-mini touch screens. Everything from the sets and costumes to the cast and script ring true. They seem authentic. And the alien is still one of the most beautiful things ever created for film. It is a work of art, made more impressive by how possible it seems.
-Matt
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