Saturday, August 31, 2019

Return of the Crystal

I caught the first episode of the new Dark Crystal prequel series last night, Age of Resistance, on NetFlix. So far I love the visuals. The Geflings are about as inexpressive as they were in the old film, all the other characters consequently being much more interesting to watch, particularly the Skeksis.

Among an impressive voice cast, Mark Hamill may be the most recognisable--he plays skekTek, a Skeksis, as a slightly gruffer version of his Joker.

I may have misinterpreted something, but I feel like the backstory has been altered slightly from the original film, or maybe the opening narration of Resistance is intentionally misleading--the Skeksis are now introduced as foreign invaders rather than beings that split from the Mystics as a result of a shard breaking from the Crystal. Judging from the title of the series, I wondered if we were going to be getting a political allegory. With the Skeksis as immigrants, that may be so, though it's a more right wing allegory than I was expecting. Unless the Skeksis are supposed to be Russians.

Or maybe it's just like the Normans invading England, though the Anglo-Saxons put up more of a fight than the Gelflings seem to have.

One thing's for sure, the sets and creature designs are top notch. I certainly look forward to seeing the rest of this show.

Friday, August 30, 2019

When the Alien Attacks, Remember Sex

It's hard to say if 1982's Forbidden World is a decent science fiction film sabotaged by porn elements or a decent porn sabotaged by sci-fi elements. Neither side of this intriguing hybrid quite asserts itself enough to argue for one or the other though both have some surprisingly good elements to commend them.

Maybe it needed just to be a different kind of porn. Dawn Dunlap as Tracy Baxter, a naive research scientist with perfect hair, walks through an intricately detailed corridor wearing lingerie as casual wear. The production design on this movie is way better than it needs to be for a porn parody, partly because sets designed by James Cameron were reused from Galaxy of Terror. Both films were produced by Roger Corman--and I'd wager Corman was not shy about jumping into the director's chair here. Going all the way back to the 50s, his films persistently feature cheesecake that doesn't quite gel with the various genre films' subject matters.

Tracy, the anachronistic porn princess, becomes the film's POV character despite the initial setup framing things with an intergalactic "troubleshooter", a cocky old hand named Mike (Jesse Vint) who travels with an android, Sam (Don Olivera), who inexplicably resembles a Cylon.

Once he gets to the station where genetic experiments are being carried out as part of an effort to battle a food crisis, the camera's attention tends to stay with Tracy or Barbara (June Chadwick) before sticking mainly with Tracy. Even when Mike and the others go outside to pursue the escaped alien-esque mutant, we're given over-the-shoulder shots of Tracy watching them through a monitor.

Hmm, that rock looks familiar. Watch out for Gorn!

The plot takes an ironic turn when it turns out the mutant menace is turning people into self-sustaining sacks of protein perfectly suitable for its digestion. Poetic justice for attempting to solve a food crisis? Something like that. I do like the look of the monster in its final form, which is something like a cross between the Xenomorph and the cover of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

The production design is good and some of the effects are really cool. The first guy who's attacked after Mike shows up has a massive hole in his head when he's found (by Tracy, of course). The station medical doctor (Fox Harris) declares the man is somehow, incredibly, still alive. And he stays alive as his body slowly breaks down. This results in a really eerie shot of the mangled thing staring mutely at the doctor, subtly breathing.

If it'd started talking like the Cryptkeeper it might've just been cheesy but the effect is subtle enough it works. But next to this we have naked Tracy in the sauna wearing sunglasses.

And I have to say, her attitude in these shots is kind of cool even if she mainly just completely does not fit in the film. Maybe if she looked a bit more like a scientist, a bit nerdier, if she came off as a little sharper instead of kind of like a big bunny. If part of her expertise were a combination of anthropological and genetic research into sexuality that somehow related to the station's experiments, maybe there could have been a harmonious, shall we say, intercourse between the film's sci-fi and pornographic elements. On the other hand, there is kind of a fun, Space Quest/They Live cheesy 80s vibe to the film. Maybe there just needed to be more wisecracks and hamburgers.

Forbidden World is available on Amazon Prime.

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Thursday, August 29, 2019

What Happens Aboard Talyn

Even in a distant part of the galaxy, stories don't always add up. Members of Moya's crew find themselves interrogated separately in Farscape's visually impressive version of Rashomon.

Season 2, Episode 17: The Ugly Truth

Although the large sets cloaked in almost total darkness suggest a low budget for this episode, director Tony Tilse and cinematographer Russell Bacon create such nice visuals through the use of a reflective chair, other metallic surfaces, and projections that many shots from this episode would later be recut for the revamped season three intro. Though even for shots on Moya, where the lighting is the same as it usually is, they come up with some nice compositions, like this lovely upside down shot of a bored and frustrated Chiana (Gigi Edgley).

Chiana and Rygel (Jonathan Hardy) are the ones stuck back on the ship and their scenes together are brief but nice little expansions on their friendship. As they joke about Crais (Lani Tupu) they come off a bit like Statler and Waldorf.

It's Crais over on Talyn everyone else has gone to see when the trouble starts. An argument about disarming Talyn is interrupted by the sudden arrival of a fast moving craft identified as belonging to a race called the Plokavians. Talyn fires on the newcomers, instantly destroying them, and the Moya crew attempt to return in a transport pod when they're captured by more Plokavian ships that've entered the area. Crichton (Ben Browder) awakens to find himself on a platform suspended in darkness. With him are Zhaan (Virginia Hey), D'Argo (Anthony Simcoe), and Stark (Paul Goddard).

Aeryn (Claudia Black), we soon learn, is being interrogated in a dark room with ankle deep water by hooded beings on crutches. She's been put in something that looks like a sadistic alien gynaecological examination chair and, one by one, everyone's interrogated here and we see five different versions of the same event.

The Rashomon Effect has entered legal and critical terminology to refer to this phenomenon (Notably, the film precedes the emergence of Deconstructionism, so anyone who claims Deconstructionism invented the idea of analysing texts and events from alternate perspectives doesn't know what they're talking about). Rashomon is about a rape and murder and the interrogation of the three people involved in the crimes. Each person presents a different but similar story, the primary difference being that each speaker claims responsibility for the murder. A fourth story is presented, that of a woodcutter who turns out to have witnessed the events from hiding. Some have insisted the woodcutter's story is another piece of unreliable evidence, but I've always thought it was more interesting taken as at least mostly authentic because it pretty clearly explains why each participant would've preferred authorities believed they were guilty of the crime.

Anyway, on Farscape, mostly the witnesses want to put blame on Talyn malfunctioning since Crais had temporarily severed his mental link to the living ship as an act of faith for the meeting (one that ends up being a lie according to all accounts). This is until Stark decides to blame Crais--he says he's the only one willing to do so because everyone else wants to protect Talyn.

The story ends up being mainly about Stark who might bear some guilt himself, which would have been an act of revenge against the Plokavians for their role in enslaving Stark's people, the Baniks. We learn a bit more about them in this episode, including Stark's strange psychic ability/vulnerability he keeps hidden behind his mask, most of the time. This will come into play later but unfortunately this is the only episode to feature the Plokavians, who are an interesting foil for this kind of plot.

Specialising in developing and trading weaponry, they also happen to have very simple ideas of truth and are confounded by the idea that witnesses might give conflicting testimony even if they aren't lying. It makes sense that a people with such a simple idea of justice would feel comfortable with the levels of death and destruction they apparently are responsible for. I love their disgusting, rotting faces when they're finally revealed, too. I won't post a screenshot in case you want the gratifying nausea of being surprised by the visual when watching the episode yourself.

. . .

Farscape is available now on Amazon Prime.

This entry is part of a series I'm writing on Farscape for the show's 20th anniversary. My previous reviews can be found here (episodes are in the order intended by the show's creators rather than the broadcast order):

Season One:

Episode 1: Pilot
Episode 2: I, E.T.
Episode 3: Exodus from Genesis
Episode 4: Throne for a Loss
Episode 5: Back and Back and Back to the Future
Episode 6: Thank God It's Friday Again
Episode 7: PK Tech Girl
Episode 8: That Old Black Magic
Episode 9: DNA Mad Scientist
Episode 10: They've Got a Secret
Episode 11: Till the Blood Runs Clear
Episode 12: Rhapsody in Blue
Episode 13: The Flax
Episode 14: Jeremiah Crichton
Episode 15: Durka Returns
Episode 16: A Human Reaction
Episode 17: Through the Looking Glass
Episode 18: A Bug's Life
Episode 19: Nerve
Episode 20: The Hidden Memory
Episode 21: Bone to be Wild
Episode 22: Family Ties

Season Two:

Episode 1: Mind the Baby
Episode 2: Vitas Mortis
Episode 3: Taking the Stone
Episode 4: Crackers Don't Matter
Episode 5: Picture If You Will
Episode 6: The Way We Weren't
Episode 7: Home on the Remains
Episode 8: Dream a Little Dream
Episode 9: Out of Their Minds
Episode 10: My Three Crichtons
Episode 11: Look at the Princess, Part I: A Kiss is But a Kiss
Episode 12: Look at the Princess, Part II: I Do, I Think
Episode 13: Look at the Princess, Part III: The Maltese Crichton
Episode 14: Beware of Dog
Episode 15: Won't Get Fooled Again
Episode 16: The Locket

Wednesday, August 28, 2019

Something Vague Must be Done

For getting straight to the point, one might commend the title of 1971's Kill--also known as Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!, which may or may not be a reference to Shakespeare's Coriolanus. This movie is about as far as you can get from Shakespeare, though. Bad editing and cheesy costumes render mincemeat of a screenplay that might have been a passable Hitchcockian thriller. The the bizarrely effective lead cast, James Mason, Jean Seberg, and Stephen Boyd, deserved a much better film.

Interpol is at its wits' end over the drug trade and after a few more twelve year-olds in New York die of heroin overdoses, five or six cops turn in their guns and badges in disgust. This is part of a rough hewn montage at the beginning, my favourite part of which is when a reporter asks a kid how long he's been doing heroin and he replies with only a nonchalant little shrug.

Enter Alan Hamilton, played by James Mason with . . . an accent of some kind. I'm not sure what he's trying to do, maybe American, maybe Hungarian, but he thankfully gives up at some point. An Interpol agent, he's assigned a quest to go to Pakistan and get to the bottom of the international drug trade. He especially needs to uncover the identity of a mysterious "Coordinator", a high ranking person in Interpol selling info to druglords.

Meanwhile, Alan's young wife, Emily (Jean Seberg), is bored with her quiet home life while Alan gets to have all the fun. She insists on coming with him to Pakistan and when he refuses she books a flight on her own and arrives before him. This leads to some of the film's most genuinely effective, if still kind of absurd, scenes. Emily rents a huge American car and gets lost trying to find her hotel, winding up on a dark road where she meets unhelpful Arab men. Then people start killing each other in the darkness and one dead man mysteriously winds up in her back seat.

Seberg's performance is so good, she seems so genuinely panicked that, in spite of everything, the sequence works. Even when the dead man is replaced for no apparent reason by a handsome Irishman called Brad Killian (Stephen Boyd), who calmly tells her to take the next left, I still felt invested in the scene.

If this had been a good movie, this might have been a great comeback role for Stephen Boyd. He interrogates Emily in a strange room with coloured light. A feeling of furious delirium is conveyed by the swinging camera and sweaty, out of focus close-ups. Eventually, Emily wakes up in a hotel room wearing a different outfit. She sees Brad killing people but they end up sleeping together for reasons that just kind of fall between the cracks of awkward editing. If the idea was that Brad's sexual magnetism is entirely responsible for her falling for him, Boyd actually almost makes that work.

The plot stays hazy and dips back into dull with Alan's story in which he's apparently involved in drugdealing himself, though he's not the Coordinator, whom he's still trying to catch. He's jealous that Emily is sleeping with Brad--he blames it on her need for excitement and she throws back at him, "I didn't want a different life. I wanted a different man!" Apparently she prefers the muscular, shirtless Irishman in the leather jacket to the older Englishman (?) in the grey suit.

The film ends with a quick succession of scenes that seem like they were improvised, make no sense, and rush over traumatic moments without the characters registering any emotion. Kill is available on Amazon Prime.

Tuesday, August 27, 2019

What to Do with Jones

What's a bastard to do when cast out upon the world? If it's the title character of 1963's Tom Jones, mostly life is going to involve buxom women and brawling. A mostly faithful adaptation of Henry Fielding's 1749 novel, director Tony Richardson imports some of the energy and postmodernism of the contemporaneous New Wave "kitchen sink" films in Britain to create a new kind of period comedy--its fresh and naturalistic energy enabling it to succeed more in spite of than because of its fourth-wall breaking moments. A lot of credit is due to the incredible cast, particularly Albert Finney in the title role.

The young man who'd credibly evoked working class fury in Saturday Night and Sunday Morning is just as credible here as a fun-loving, devil-may-care gentleman who takes his succession of troubles a little more in stride than the character in Fielding's novel but most of the same plot points remain in tact: A country squire called Allworthy (George Devine) finds an infant in his bed one evening, apparently the cast off of one of the servants, and decides to raise the boy as his own. Tom Jones grows into an amiable young man who likes to sport with Molly (Diane Cilento), the daughter of a neighbour's servant (Wilfrid Lawson). A subtle rivalry develops between Jones and Allworthy's legitimate nephew, Blifil, played by David Warner in his first of a very long line of villainous roles.

I say subtle because it's primarily all on Blifil's side--Tom hardly seems to notice his cousin's ire, especially after Tom meets the lovely Sophie (Susannah York). Eventually, Blifil's machinations lead to misunderstandings and Allworthy feels compelled to banish the foundling lad, and so begins a series of comedic adventures for Tom. At this point the film elides much of what occurs in the novel and there's less of a sense of Tom's desperation, particularly after he loses the small amount of money Allworthy had given him:

The world, as Milton phrases it, lay all before him; and Jones, no more than Adam, had any man to whom he might resort for comfort or assistance. All his acquaintance were the acquaintance of Mr Allworthy; and he had no reason to expect any countenance from them, as that gentleman had withdrawn his favour from him. Men of great and good characters should indeed be very cautious how they discard their dependents; for the consequence to the unhappy sufferer is being discarded by all others.

One of the most brilliant aspects of the book is how it uses its ingenious plot (one of the best ever contrived, according to Samuel Taylor Coleridge) to show how integral reputation is to a young person's success. I find this a refreshingly common aspect of 18th century writing as it seems as true to-day as it was then but nowadays writers seem more reluctant to discuss the issue. Possibly because writing any story about the importance of influential acquaintance to the advancement of a career might inevitably reflect on such actual acquaintances of the writer.

The idea of Tom being base born is important in the movie as it is in the book, as is the remarkable flexibility in specimens of the upperclass in countenancing society with bastards depending on the bastard's wealth and position. But more focus is placed on the liveliness of Tom's adventures, emphasised by rapid cuts, camera movements, and manic close-ups. The middle section of the novel contains a lovely tour of country inns evocative of Falstaff's Boar's Head but with an illuminating focus on how, even without money, Tom can get by for having the appearance of a gentleman. Fielding also gives a good sense of how reputation is communicated and influential in country public houses, particularly through the indiscreet gossiping of Tom's servant, Partridge.

Here's a character who I wish had a much bigger role in the film, particularly as he's played by Jack MacGowran whose deadpan, easy going delivery perfectly suits the character. This is one of those master/servant relationships I was talking about a couple days ago, a particularly potent example of how it was hardwired into cultural behaviour since Partridge becomes Tom's servant when Tom is penniless, though Partridge doesn't take up with Jones for form's sake alone. Partridge also has a history with Allworthy.

In fact, when Partridge came to ruminate on the relation he had heard from Jones, he could not reconcile to himself that Mr Allworthy should turn his son (for so he most firmly believed him to be) out of doors, for any reason which he had heard assigned. He concluded, therefore, that the whole was a fiction, and that Jones, of whom he had often from his correspondents heard the wildest character, had in reality run away from his father. It came into his head, therefore, that if he could prevail with the young gentleman to return back to his father, he should by that means render a service to Allworthy, which would obliterate all his former anger; nay, indeed, he conceived that very anger was counterfeited, and that Allworthy had sacrificed him to his own reputation. And this suspicion indeed he well accounted for, from the tender behaviour of that excellent man to the foundling child; from his great severity to Partridge, who, knowing himself to be innocent, could not conceive that any other should think him guilty; lastly, from the allowance which he had privately received long after the annuity had been publickly taken from him, and which he looked upon as a kind of smart-money, or rather by way of atonement for injustice; for it is very uncommon, I believe, for men to ascribe the benefactions they receive to pure charity, when they can possibly impute them to any other motive.

But a real affection does develop between Partridge and Jones. You see only a little of it in the movie but Finney and MacGowran have some nice chemistry.

Another thing I was sorry to see diminished in the film is the role of Tom and Blifil's tutors, Thwackum (Peter Bull) and Square (John Moffatt), though, in the interest of keeping the film at around two hours, this is a reasonable thing to trim. Thwackum and Square represent two philosophical forces prevalent in the 18th century, with Thwackum representing tough, Protestant discipline and Square representing new, Atheistic philosophy. Fielding uses the two characters to parody both positions in rendering the two as being almost equally hypocritical and lacking in insight, their arguments often amounting to semantic disagreements entirely useless to Tom's upbringing.

But though [Square] had, as we have said, formed his morals on the Platonic model, yet he perfectly agreed with the opinion of Aristotle, in considering that great man rather in the quality of a philosopher or a speculatist, than as a legislator. This sentiment he carried a great way; indeed, so far, as to regard all virtue as matter of theory only. This, it is true, he never affirmed, as I have heard, to any one; and yet upon the least attention to his conduct, I cannot help thinking it was his real opinion, as it will perfectly reconcile some contradictions which might otherwise appear in his character.

This gentleman and Mr Thwackum scarce ever met without a disputation; for their tenets were indeed diametrically opposite to each other. Square held human nature to be the perfection of all virtue, and that vice was a deviation from our nature, in the same manner as deformity of body is. Thwackum, on the contrary, maintained that the human mind, since the fall, was nothing but a sink of iniquity, till purified and redeemed by grace. In one point only they agreed, which was, in all their discourses on morality never to mention the word goodness. The favourite phrase of the former, was the natural beauty of virtue; that of the latter, was the divine power of grace. The former measured all actions by the unalterable rule of right, and the eternal fitness of things; the latter decided all matters by authority; but in doing this, he always used the scriptures and their commentators, as the lawyer doth his Coke upon Lyttleton, where the comment is of equal authority with the text.

Although Square is the butt of many jokes in the book, I sense, if Fielding had to choose, he'd probably be more on Square's side than Thwackum's. Interestingly, Thwackum is far more developed in the film than Square who comes off as just a quieter version of Thwackum. A few moments of Thwackum shouting about the supremacy of the Church of England establish him in the film as a ridiculous blowhard, and it's not hard to guess where Richardson's opinion lay.

One of the more essential aspects of the book absent from the film is Sophia's struggle to reconcile her love for Jones with the fact that he's constantly sleeping with other women. Sophia in the film is certainly jealous when she learns Jones has been sleeping with Molly and later with Mrs. Waters (Joyce Redman), a woman Jones rescues on the road from a villainous soldier played by Julian Glover (in his first role).

The scene of Sophia leaving the Upton inn upon learning Jones was in bed with Waters omits Jones learning of her discovery and bitterly lamenting it. Also omitted is a curious dialogue between Sophia's travelling companion, Mrs. Fitzpatrick (Rosaline Knight), and herself in which Fitzpatrick talks about loving her husband in spite of the dalliances she knew about. Surprisingly, the film version also changes a moment where Sophia's prejudice regarding the Irish is challenged.

Sophia heaved a deep sigh, and answered, “Indeed, Harriet, I pity you from my soul!——But what could you expect? Why, why, would you marry an Irishman?”

“Upon my word,” replied her cousin, “your censure is unjust. There are, among the Irish, men of as much worth and honour as any among the English: nay, to speak the truth, generosity of spirit is rather more common among them. I have known some examples there, too, of good husbands; and I believe these are not very plenty in England. Ask me, rather, what I could expect when I married a fool; and I will tell you a solemn truth; I did not know him to be so.”

In the film version, Mrs. Fitzpatrick simply exclaims that she should never have married an Irishman. So much for 1960s progressivism. The film also lacks a remarkable observation by Square that Muslims and Jews are just as capable of honourable behaviour as Christians.

Finney is certainly terrific in the role of Jones, notwithstanding a few moments where he looks directly in the camera, and the lively energy Richardson infuses into the film is always engaging. Tom Jones is available on The Criterion Channel.

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Monday, August 26, 2019

A Temporary Place to Grow Old

One of the common pitfalls of living in a Science Fiction world is you might wind up ageing at a vastly different rate to your friends and loved ones. In Farscape, this happens to Aeryn and Crichton, the culprit being some kind of yellow nebula Moya wanders into.

Season 2, Episode 16: The Locket

This is primarily an episode about romantic relationships--obviously Aeryn (Claudia Black) and Crichton (Ben Browder) but time is also spared in the subplots for Chiana (Gigi Edgley) and D'Argo (Anthony Simcoe) as well as Zhaan (Virginia Hey) and Stark (Paul Goddard).

Yes, sixteen episodes into the second season, we finally see Stark again, acting much saner, after his abrupt, inexplicable absence after the escape from the Gammak base at the end of season one (an unused part of the script explained he'd borrowed a transport pod). Now he's back just in time to help Zhaan sort out the crew's temporal troubles after Aeryn returns from a brief reconnaissance 160 cycles (years) older.

Which in Sebacean terms looks around 75. She offers no explanation but urges everyone to flee the nebula/mist before it's too late. When she passes out, Chiana and Rygel (Jonathan Hardy) take the time to see if Aeryn brought back any loot in the shuttle.

This leads to the first real relationship hurdle for D'Argo and Chiana as he finally puts his foot down over her thieving tendencies. The characters seem to realise for the first time that D'Argo's rigid sense of honour may clash with Chiana's naturally fugitive instincts and behaviour.

CHIANA: We're not gonna make it. Are we?

I feel worse for Chiana. One suspects there's been a lot more instability in her relationship history than in D'Argo's.

Meanwhile, when Crichton gets stuck behind the time distortion with Aeryn, the human and Sebacean couple find more stability than they could ever want.

Once again, the perks of shooting the series in Australia are manifest with such a lovely, weird location, posing much easier as alien than any southern Californian desert ever did.

The obvious point of comparison for the episode is Star Trek: The Next Generation's "Inner Light", which packs much more of an emotional wallop, mainly because "The Locket" ends up playing for much lower stakes. But it's still a good, bittersweet bit of television.

. . .

Farscape is available now on Amazon Prime.

This entry is part of a series I'm writing on Farscape for the show's 20th anniversary. My previous reviews can be found here (episodes are in the order intended by the show's creators rather than the broadcast order):

Season One:

Episode 1: Pilot
Episode 2: I, E.T.
Episode 3: Exodus from Genesis
Episode 4: Throne for a Loss
Episode 5: Back and Back and Back to the Future
Episode 6: Thank God It's Friday Again
Episode 7: PK Tech Girl
Episode 8: That Old Black Magic
Episode 9: DNA Mad Scientist
Episode 10: They've Got a Secret
Episode 11: Till the Blood Runs Clear
Episode 12: Rhapsody in Blue
Episode 13: The Flax
Episode 14: Jeremiah Crichton
Episode 15: Durka Returns
Episode 16: A Human Reaction
Episode 17: Through the Looking Glass
Episode 18: A Bug's Life
Episode 19: Nerve
Episode 20: The Hidden Memory
Episode 21: Bone to be Wild
Episode 22: Family Ties

Season Two:

Episode 1: Mind the Baby
Episode 2: Vitas Mortis
Episode 3: Taking the Stone
Episode 4: Crackers Don't Matter
Episode 5: Picture If You Will
Episode 6: The Way We Weren't
Episode 7: Home on the Remains
Episode 8: Dream a Little Dream
Episode 9: Out of Their Minds
Episode 10: My Three Crichtons
Episode 11: Look at the Princess, Part I: A Kiss is But a Kiss
Episode 12: Look at the Princess, Part II: I Do, I Think
Episode 13: Look at the Princess, Part III: The Maltese Crichton
Episode 14: Beware of Dog
Episode 15: Won't Get Fooled Again

Sunday, August 25, 2019

Minds for the Robots

I love how Jamie just accepts the woman with the long hair he's just climbed is a princess and immediately starts calling her "Your Highness". In fact it's Rapunzel, one of several fictional characters depicted in the classic 1968 Doctor Who serial The Mind Robber. Usually my favourite part of the serial is the first episode, which I've just read was cobbled together by the production staff with little or no input from writer Peter Ling when the serial was changed from a four part to a five part. This makes sense given the completely different tone of the first episode, in which the TARDIS is forced to materialise in a void in which Jamie and Zoe are seduced into going outside the TARDIS by visions of their homes.

It feels much more like horror than the rest of the serial which is set in The Land of Fiction and has a more whimsical tone. I love the scene where the Doctor (Patrick Troughton) comes across Jamie (Frazer Hines) turned into a cardboard cutout with a blank face and is forced to reassemble his face using fragments of photos--only he gets it wrong and another actor, Hamish Wilson, plays Jamie for two episodes.

This was an admirably creative decision to deal with Hines being unable to work due to illness. It incidentally also ties into themes later in the episode which, on reflection, have kind of an anti-Communist quality. It turns out the ruler of the Land of Fiction, called the Master (Emrys Jones)--not the Doctor's arch-nemesis, who was a couple years from being introduced--isn't really as in control as he seems. Instead, he's himself enslaved to a curious machine that looks like a cloud of frozen octopuses in a transparent globe.

This machine uses the minds of writers like this Master, draining them dry, to create fictional characters and also to turn real people into fictional characters.

MASTER: Resistance is useless! Submit your will for the sake of the greater good! It has been decided!

DOCTOR: I refuse! I shall make that decision for myself!

The passive mood in "It has been decided!" is telling. Actions are occurring without attribution to any intelligence or force putting them into motion. Why does the dialogue start focusing on the loss of individual action? Earlier, when the Doctor and Zoe (Wendy Padbury) are attacked by Medusa, Jamie reads their story before it happens, he sees it in the form of printed text spooling out of a machine.

But then the Doctor deviates from the script, defeating Medusa with a mirror instead of the sword predicted in the ticker tape, resulting in the ticker tape calling the exercise a failure.

THE DOCTOR: Well, when somebody writes about an incident after it's happened, that is history . . . but when the writing comes first, that's fiction.

Of course, the Doctor, Zoe, and Jamie are all fictional characters but the episode never gets that meta, unless it's true Peter Ling was shut out of the first episode a bit, in which case I guess the characters did attain some liberty from their writer.

The idea seems to be an examination of the mechanisms behind social engineering and propaganda while removing explicit references to those things. The Master invokes the "greater good" which, vaguely, seems to be making sure the machine's fed power by human minds. It's kind of appropriate, though, for the further things go into abstract theory the less connexion they have to real life.

Saturday, August 24, 2019

Of Men and Hobbits

When I first saw Peter Jackson's adaptation of Fellowship of the Ring, I remember thinking how great it was he didn't skimp on the displays of affection between friends as they were depicted in Tolkien's books. Listening to the audio commentary tracks when the DVDs came out, I heard Ian McKellen describe how he'd advised Sean Astin to hold Elijah Wood's hand in the scene where Frodo first awakens in Rivendell, because, McKellen said, the fans of the books would be looking for it.

At that moment there was a knock on the door, and Sam came in. He ran to Frodo and took his left hand, awkwardly and shyly. He stroked it gently and then he blushed and turned hastily away.

'Hullo, Sam!' said Frodo.

'It's warm!' said Sam. 'Meaning your hand, Mr. Frodo. It has felt so cold through the long nights. But glory and trumpets!" he cried, turning round again with shining eyes and dancing on the floor. 'It's fine to see you up and yourself again, sir! Gandalf asked me to come and see if you were ready to come down, and I thought he was joking.'

In fact, the scene in its original form seems even less amenable to homophobic viewers. For years after the films came out, interpretations of the ardent but platonic relationships have provoked infamous consternation. Early on, especially, there were plenty of jokes based on the idea that Frodo and Sam were lovers, and on the other side I heard people scoff at those who would view the friendship through a homophobic lens or who championed the idea of a Frodo/Sam love affair in a positive sense. Surprisingly, I very rarely saw anyone talk about the fact that these displays of affection weren't widely seen as strange or implicit of homosexual feelings when the books were first published. Now that the movie's eighteen years old and a lot of the people who were children when it was released are a few years into adulthood I wonder if the films have had any lasting effect in this regard as to how young people form friendships.

This comes to mind because I've been listening to some YouTube essayists lately on the topic of masculinity, mainly Jordan Peterson (who I discovered about two weeks ago) and his critic and possible admirer ContraPoints. Yesterday, ContraPoints released a video on masculinity that seemed to draw a lot on Jordan Peterson but with some somewhat murky sarcasm. I find ContraPoints videos interesting particularly because she tends to challenge her own presumptions though, like many commentators on the left, her arguments are too often carried on the wings of sarcasm rather than sound argument, thereby leaving several gaps of logic in the arguments. But part of the premise of her video is that, as the social revolutions motivating the left are breaking down traditional masculinity as being outdated and dangerous, they're not leaving men with any alternative model to aspire to.

It's ironic that she criticises people to the left of her for this sloppiness without herself taking time to define what traditional masculinity is, which is a problem because she seems confident that it does need to be discarded. But I wonder, if even heteronormative masculinity accepted Sam stroking Frodo's hand in the 1940s but it was too much for even not especially homophobic men in 2001, what is this thing we're talking about? What's really traditional?

For the past five or six years, I've been reading a lot of 17th and 18th century literature. I'd heard at college that the 18th century is widely neglected in academia--there were no classes on 18th century literature when I went to university from 2015 to 2017. YouTube essayists and articles I read in both left or right publications tend mainly to discuss the 18th century in terms of it being the time of the Enlightenment. The left seem particularly intent on arguing how purely rational philosophies from the period allowed for the perpetration of the trans-Atlantic slave trade and other social injustices. But reading authors of the era that seem to be largely neglected by critics and universities I've been seeing a very different picture. My favourite 18th century novel so far is the 1748 picaresque Roderick Random by Tobias Smollett. In fact, I consider it one of the most underrated novels of all time. I won't go into all the reasons now but for the purpose of this entry I'd like to share one of many pertinent passages:

. . . I threw myself upon the bed in an agony of despair, resolved to perish rather than apply to my companion, or any other body, for relief; but Strap, who knew my temper, and whose heart bled within him for my distress, after some pause came to the bedside, and, putting a leathern purse into my hand, burst into tears, crying, “I know what you think, but I scorn your thought. There's all I have in the world, take it, and I'll perhaps get more for you before that be done. If not, I'll beg for you, steal for you, go through the wide world with you, and stay with you; for though I be a poor cobbler's son, I am no scout.” I was so much touched with the generous passion of this poor creature, that I could not refrain from weeping also, and we mingled our tears together for some time. Upon examining the purse, I found in it two half-guineas and half-a-crown, which I would have returned to him, saying, he knew better than I how to manage it, but he, absolutely refused my proposal and told me it was more reasonable and decent that he should depend upon me, who was a gentleman, than that I should be controlled by him.

This isn't Frodo and Sam--this is a moment shared between Roderick, who considers himself a gentleman, and Strap, his servant. I'd heard the relationship between the Hobbits had been based on a certain type of master/servant relationship portrayed in classic fiction but I didn't really see it until I started reading 18th century literature. Arguably, this type begins in the 17th century with Don Quixote or even in stage drama though servants in Shakespeare tend to be more clever and cunning than those in 18th century fiction, probably because Shakespeare knew many people of that class were among his audience. Servant characters tended to be portrayed as more simple-hearted in 18th century novels but also virtuous and noble--above all, there's a genuine and often profuse affection between servant and master, whether it's Friday and Robinson in Robinson Crusoe or Partridge and Tom in Tom Jones.

One way you could look at it is to say that depictions of relationships like this reinforced an oppressive social order. On the other hand, you could also say it was a context for men to express affection for each other and it was a system through which society functioned.

A few days ago, I read an article on Once Upon a Time in Hollywood that remarked on how Cliff's devotion to Rick didn't seem realistic. But I'm compelled to ask, is it really so strange?

Personally, I've always felt some ambivalence to traditional conceptions of gender. I have found it kind of annoying when anyone has ascribed some aspect of my behaviour, positive or negative, as being typical of my gender. I do believe there are a few differences between how people of different genders often, but not always, behave but that most of the presumptions about the groups, like any presumptions that encompass whole groups of people, tend to be subjective.

Twitter Sonnet #1270

Recordings start behind converted screens.
Battalions mass beyond the foil gate.
Approaching boots ascend a hill of beans.
With foggy breath the watchers sit and wait.
A froggy shape in vapour formed above.
From ponds arose the drops to make the cloud.
Some pairs of hazy figures fell in love.
A sep'rate ghost emerged amidst the crowd.
Astride a bug, the future's knight embarked.
Along the roads a troop of cans observed.
With laser pens lieutenants craft remark.
A borrowed car a newer crown will serve.
Concealed beneath the captain's coat's a watch.
Continued time commends a second scotch.

Friday, August 23, 2019

The Men She Met

A standard piece of writing advice is to show rather than tell. Carl Dreyer's final film, 1964's Gertrud, is a film that shows people telling and it does this to explore the significance of why people choose to tell what they tell. The actors appropriately seem to be sleepwalking, their eyes rarely fixed on each other, and everything that happens in presumably the present moment takes on the quality of a distant memory. It's a sweet, melancholy film about the potential trap of human consciousness.

Gertrud (Nina Pens Rode) is the wife of a politician, Gustav (Bendt Rothe), who's soon to become a cabinet minister. But she's having an affair with a young musician named Erland (Baard Owe). In addition, a lover from her past, Gabriel (Ebbe Rode), a poet, is still bitterly devoted to her and she has a platonic friendship with a writer named Axel (Axel Strobye).

Early in the film, she tells Gustav about a dream she had in which she's naked, being chased by dogs. Later in the film, she's shocked to see this dream realised as a peculiar mural at a party she attends where Gabriel is honoured. It's not the only time art in the background seems to reflect character preoccupations. Here Gertud waits for her lover beside a statue, the Venus de Medici, that would decades later make a significant appearance on Twin Peaks.

In this case, it seems to reflect Gertrud's recurrent preoccupation with what she considers the inability of men around her to feel anything for women beyond carnal lust. It's ironic that the man she's talking to in this scene is Axel, her platonic male friend. The conversation they're having is related to psychology and she tells him about how her father, perhaps a Calvinist, had taught his children that everything in life was predestined. She tells Axel that she is determined to choose her husbands herself in defiance of her father's worldview.

"'Husbands', plural?" asks Axel. "Yes," she smiles. In the first part of the film, she tells her husband she wants to divorce him, not simply because of her young lover, but because, she tells him, he doesn't really love her. As evidence, she mentions how he often becomes lost in thought, not speaking for long periods. He insists this is simply because he has a lot on his mind to which she replies that he can't have these things on his mind and also be in love with her. She doesn't speak in an angry or argumentative tone but with a gentle wistfulness, as though everything happening were so firmly determined that no argument or new piece of evidence could possibly matter. As though everything were predetermined.

Later in the film, she tells Gabriel the reason she left him is because she found a scrap of paper on his desk in which he'd written that the working life of men and the love of women could never be reconciled. Her breaking off with him seems to have been to reject this worldview and yet she's arguably internalised it by the time she's breaking up with Gustav. She retroactively explains to Gabriel that she left him because his love had in reality been only lust.

The men are just as given to speaking as though enacting memories--Gabriel and Gustav look at her as rarely as she looks at them in dialogue and as they either accept what she tells them or reject it they each deliver their own soliloquies of reminiscence, confirming her narrative or promoting another.

In Europe in the mid-60s, film was becoming more and more about examining the nature of the artform and by extension storytelling itself--this is the postmodernism that shaped New Wave filmmaking. Arguably, Gertrud does this too, despite being based on a 1909 play, but there are none of the fourth-wall breaking moments of some of Godard's films. Instead we're watching people live and breathe in a life Gertrud describes as a "chain of dreams".

Gertrud is available on The Criterion Channel.