The following is a public service announcement...
See Manborg right now. Stop reading this post and go rent/view/whatever the film. If, like us at In the Mouth of Dorkness, you enjoy the wonderfully mad world of film, especially 'so bad they're good' films of the 80s, this is a wonderful callback. It reminds me a bit of Hobo With a Shotgun, which also managed to update, and express its love for a time and style. It's like Land of the Lost and Lexx got in a time-traveling blender and came out in a video rental shop in 1986. If that sounds as amazing as it should, see the film!
-Matthew J. Constantine
Showing posts with label The Terminator. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Terminator. Show all posts
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Wednesday, August 20, 2014
"Just A Machine" - Antonio Banderas is I Robot Skynet A Space Odyssey!
Spanish effects guru Gabe Ibanez is treading some very familiar ground for his second feature. Automata has bits of a thousand other science-fiction stories pulsing through its DNA, but I still find myself responding positively to this yet-another Robots With Soul storyline. I'm (we're) a sucker for these plots, and that's why they keep making them. Having recently watched The Expendables 3, I can assure you that Antonio Banderas was the only one of those fogies that understood the charm & joy of the concept. He's an actor who hasn't always gotten his fair pick of roles. Comedy comes easy to him, but his best work is when he lets the anger out. I love seeing him pissed. And a pissed Banderas in a sci-fi Blade Runner Beyond Thunderdome? Yep. Fingers crossed.
--Brad
Thursday, December 12, 2013
Comic Review: Saga Volume 2
Sometimes, I just don’t get other people. Look, taste is taste. I get that I like things that others don’t like. I get that others like things I don’t like. But sometimes the disconnect, especially when it comes to people with whom I share similar views, is rather profound. Many science fiction fans, for example, put Terminator 2 on their list of best sci-fi films. Huh? Getting past it being a shallow remake of the first film, it also manages to do all the things everyone hates about the Star Wars prequels, nearly a decade earlier (read: make everyone and everything cool into someone or something stupid and lame). This struck me again when I picked up the first trade of Saga. Here was a comic being hailed as one of the best new series, as a great science fiction epic, etc. Well, everyone who said those things is wrong. Not saying they can’t like the book, but they’re wrong to claim it as a) good or b) good science fiction. And as I read the second volume (for a graphic novel club), my bafflement at the love and my general distaste for Saga crystallized. What Saga is, is not a grand science fiction epic. It’s a bland retelling of Romeo & Juliet, filtered through years of wink-wink snarky Joss Whedon dialog. This feels like something a teenager would scribble on the back of her English Lit notebook after discovering Piers Anthony. It’s like Jewel poetry turned into a comic. And this from the guy who wrote one of my all time favorite comics, Y: The Last Man. I don’t get it.
In skimming the first volume again, as I prepared to read the second, I was struck anew by how uninteresting most of the characters are. The introduction of The Will and The Stalk made me wish the story would immediately change directions, dropping the sappy love story and turn instead into some science fiction adventure tale. Alas, by the end of the first volume, one of the only interesting characters to come along was dead. In volume 2, the other interesting character quickly gets tied up in a creepy anime-vibe storyline I’d rather not dwell on.
As my comment about the 16 year old girl might indicate, I found this whole thing to be quite childish. There’s even a lot of ‘shocking’ stuff, that feels like it was thrown in by an adolescent in the hopes of getting a reaction (see: the film career of Lars Von Trier for an example of this on a larger scale). I was not shocked, but mildly annoyed by obvious stunt writing. And the narration. The narration. Ugh!
I’ve read worse comics. Astonishing X-Men, Young Avengers, etc. These are worse. But I’ve read few things that make me more angry. So much wasted talent on such a juvenile and hackneyed series. And people are eating it up?! I feel like I’m taking crazy pills. It’s like when I tried to watch an episode of The Big Bang Theory, and I felt like I was being punked. Certainly it is not one of the most popular shows on TV, right? Someone is was having a go. Alas, it is popular. And Saga is, unaccountably well received by people who otherwise seem to have a functioning sense of taste and quality. I don’t get it.
(edit: After the group discussion, I understand more of the reasons why other people like the comic. From its exploration of parenthood to the 'fun' things it does. I can't join in on the love; and I am glad I don't have to read any more of it; and I still don't think it's one of the best comics out there.)
Saga Volume Two
Author: Brian K. Vaughan
Artist: Fiona Staples
Publisher: Image
ISBN: 978-1-6070-6692-7
-Matt
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Dork Art: 80s Heroes
Artist Guillaume Singelin tackles classic 80s Heroes as brought to us by the twisted brains of John Carpenter, Ridley Scott, & James Cameron. There is certainly a lot of manga influence here, but I also see a hefty bit of Dr. Seuss as well. And the coloring feels like a Dan Hipp drawing. Whatever the case, I dig em.
--Brad
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Dork Art: Sam Peckinpah's Superman & Friends
While stumbling around the internet looking for info on Sam Peckinpah, I ran into this rather amazing Superman poster from the Fringe universe - the deviant artist is AtomTastic and he must be a good friend of Walter Bishop. Sometimes I really wish I could visit that mirror world, a universe in which Kris Kristofferson's Supes went up against the diabolical Robert Duval. A true clash of titans. And after I got finished that obvious masterpiece I could devour the sweaty filth of William Friedkin's Drive. Just as violent as Nicholas Winding Refn, but soaked in a boozy grime. A nasty, five o'clock cinematic atrocity. Oh photoshop, you are a wonderful tool of fandom.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Movie Review: 2001 A Space Odyssey
I’m quite sure there are numerous scholarly reviews, interpretations, and explorations of Stanley Kubrick’s seminal science fiction film, 2001. Well, that’s never stopped me before. I saw this movie when I was about 11 or 12, I’m not sure. I rented it and the sequel 2010 and watched them back to back. I remember watching 2001 blankly, not really understanding everything after the confrontation with Hal. But 2010 gave me enough of an explanation that I thought I pretty much understood the movie…sort of. It took me a long time to come back to it, by which point I’d developed more of an interest in the music and in special effects. Over multiple viewings I started to develop some kind of sense of the film, but it was only when I read the book that I felt fully comfortable with it; especially the ending, which makes much more sense in the book.
It opens on a bunch of primitive, pre-humans living their short, brutal lives. Exposed to the elements and predation, they live at the whim of nature. But, with the dramatic arrival of a giant, impassive black monolith, the spark of invention is kindled, and tool use follows. With the tool (in this case, a club) these pre-humans are able to take some control of their lives. From there, we jump forward to the future (1969’s future) of the year 2001 and find Dr. Haywood Floyd on his way first to a space station, then on to the Moon. The special effects and designs are very impressive here. Top notch model work that holds up extremely well today. Remember that this movie was made at a time when we still had the will and wherewithal to embrace science and technology, and most honestly believed that living in space wasn’t just a possibility, but an inevitability. It was a given. And we were on our way to making that dream a reality, before we lost our collective nerve. What Kubrick presents is a fairly realistic view of what life in space might have looked like (and still might). There was a great deal of effort put into making the tech as realistic as possible. Floyd is on his way to the Moon to deal with a recent discovery; a large black monolith buried for four million years in lunar surface. From there, we hop forward several months to a deep space mission on its way to Jupiter. Here astronauts Dave and Frank, and ships computer Hal deal with the stresses and anticipation of the mission. After some differences of opinion Dave continues on to something far beyond anyone’s expectations.
2001 postulates alien intervention in the assent of Man, but a mostly hands-off policy. They lit a spark and let it take whatever course it might, leaving a marker or sentinel on the Moon. When/if someone could find it, it would lead the way to the next step. Dave takes that next step into new ground, becoming something more than Human, the Star Child. That’s all there really is to the story. It’s very simple. But it reveals itself in small bites, forcing you to build the story around the framework presented. I wonder if this is some of what makes the film feel so profound. We create a lot of the content to fill in the blank spaces.
Classical music used during many of the space sequences is a cool touch, bringing our history along with us into the future, bringing the beauty we’ve created with us to the stars. And the haunting and strange music that accompanies the monolith is unsettling in the extreme. Music is very important to the film, especially because Kubrick did that thing so few have, and kept space silent. The sound design is especially effective. Like the scene where Dave is going out to repair part of the ship, and all you hear for several minutes is his breathing, a lonely sound from a man suspended in the emptiness of eternity. In a movie where there is very little dialog, sound effects and music become a key element in the storytelling.
There are so many aspects of this film that were ground breaking and inspirational for generations of filmmakers. Obviously, the effects pushed the boundaries of the time, setting the stage for Star Wars and Aliens, which themselves would become the foundation of science fiction films to come. But I think one thing in the film has had an especially profound, and unfortunate, lasting legacy. Hal came to embody our cultural fear of progress, machines, computers, and the future. That sinister red eye and mellow menacing voice. The simple calculations and logic of murder. The perfect machine, given near total control, driven mad by doubt. If we make a machine as smart or smarter than us, will it have our weaknesses of character? Will it hate or fear? Will it hate or fear us? While I think these are important and valid concerns and questions, I am bothered by how quickly and completely they were embraced by the public and by movie makers. From Hal on, there are precious few benevolent computers, so few stories about the birth of A.I. that don’t involve a clash or war with Humanity. From Dark Star to The Terminator to The Matrix, almost every time a computer gets a little power in a science fiction movie, it turns mad or murderous. One of the reasons I liked Moon so much is that even though they set up a situation where the A.I. could easily turn out to be the villain, it didn’t. Now, Hal has something of a redemption in 2010, but that movie barely registered with the collective zeitgeist, and so Hal remains the archetype of murderous artificial intelligence.
2001 stands as a watershed moment in science fiction film. There is what came before, and what came after. It changed the game, redefined how the genre would be put on the silver screen, and upped the ante by an unprecedented amount. And seeing movies like Solaris, The Fountain, or Moon lets you know that its presence is still very real in the hearts and minds of movie makers. It was sort of a summation of the hopes and dreams of an era, and can still inspire new generations, in spite of the high marks it set that we failed to achieve. And if nothing else, it’s an audio-visual journey like no other. A unique film that deserves its classic status, and should appeal to much more than just genre fans.
-Matt
Monday, September 24, 2012
Dork Art: Around the World in an 80s Daze
I really wish I lived near one of Gallery 1988's showroom locations. I'd love to see these prints in person. Artists Tom Whalen & Dave Perillo have partnered up for a series of Travel posters entitled Around the World in an 80s Daze. Genius. Of course, my favorite is the above Halloween III tribute but you gotta love the postcard greetings from Predator's (& Commando!) Val Verde and Robocop's Delta City.
--Brad
Labels:
Airplane,
Arnold Schwarzenegger,
Art,
Cadyshack,
Clash of the Titans,
Dave Perillo,
Gallery 1988,
Halloween III,
Predator,
Robocop,
The Terminator,
Thundercats,
Tom Whalen,
Vacation
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Dork Art: Mucho Machismo
Yeeeeeaaaaaaaahhhhhhh. Jon Smith tears it up with this hulkish print announcing the Mucho Machismo show from Spoke Art. It's stuff like this that makes me wish I lived on the West Coast.
--Brad
Monday, July 23, 2012
Kickstart This! That Guy Dick Miller
Ok internet, we need to make this happen. Filmmaker Elijah Drenner is trying to get his Dick Miller doc off the ground and he's turned (like a million billion other folks) to Kickstarter for a little help. Often, I just dismiss these wannabe ventures, but Dick Miller is a man close to my heart. He's appeared in a gazillion of my favorite films including Bucket of Blood, Gremlins, Explorers, Big Bad Mama, Fly Me (yeah, you read that right), The Terminator, Piranha, The Howling, etc etc etc etc...
Anyway, if you need a little more convincing than click right HERE. There are some nifty incentives to free you from your dollars including high fives and associate producer credit. I know I'm going to be turning over couch cushions looking for spare dimes and nickels.
--Brad
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