It's A Floor Wax, It's A Dessert Topping, It's Prometheus: A Spoiler-Sensitive Review
Before we can discuss Prometheus, I must first give a brief history lesson on Frustrating Science-Fiction Movies That Panned Out.
Now, when Blade Runner came out, it was widely viewed as an incomprehensible failure – critically panned. The motivations for the lead characters baffled people – fortunately, the film had a clear line for villanous Replicant Roy Batty, who wanted “more life, father,” but people were wondering why the fuck Deckard was so mean towards poor Rachel. I’d like to say the clues were all there, but they weren’t. They were subliminal, beneath the surface. Few people really knew what the fuck was happening until the Director’s Cut of 1991 gave us a dream sequence and an origami unicorn that told us, “Hey! Deckard’s a Replicant!”
It was all there from the start…. except who the fuck could interpret it? But, you know, some people like lots of ambiguousness in their sci-fi.
Likewise, the ending of 2001: A Space Odyssey was often viewed as senseless eye candy for stoners… And it was. But if you watched the movie a lot, or read the Arthur C. Clarke book that explained it all, then repeated viewing did reward you with a series of events that turned out to have a rather wondrous coherency.
Yet those are the exceptions. For every 2001, there’s a hundred lesser films that looked to have a shit ending that didn’t hang together, and lo! It seriously did not. On the other hand, we have a genius director in the form of Ridley Scott, who’s kind of famed for being smarter than his audience. On the gripping hand, we have Damon Lindelof, who’s famed for flinging up his hands and going, “It was about the experience, man, not the explanation! Don’t get so hung up on, you know, a logical cause and effect!”
So. Prometheus is getting a lot of flack because it didn’t make any sense. So is it a hot mess, or a cunningly-plotted movie that will reward the viewer for digging deeper?
The good news: It’s both!
If you’re confused by Prometheus, Adrian Bott explains the aliens’ motivations to you – including the driving force of their culture, the reason why they created us, and the reason why they then turned it around and wanted to kill us. (WARNING: Link involves both spoilers and Space Jesus. No, seriously, Space Jesus.) And viewed from this lens, Prometheus’ overarching story (the creation of both us and the Aliens) makes perfect sense, the kind of subtle storytelling that really functions in a long-term sense.
So yes! It all comes together. In the long run.
In the short run, the run that’s underneath a gigantic spaceship tumbling out of mid-air, Prometheus makes no sense at all.
Prometheus is that rare movie where the aliens’ motivations ultimately make more sense than the humans. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate what Prometheus is trying to do: by keeping the characters’ motivations oblique to us, it’s trying to saturate us with a sense of mystery and concern, because every moment on the screen could reveal something new about the crew. It’s trying so hard to pull off that trick of making every bit of character in media res, which keeps us on our toes.
Unfortunately, this fails if the characters don’t have consistent motivations, or use. And that’s exactly what happens in Prometheus… In particular to Charlize Theron, where the entire film would have functioned exactly the same if she were off the ship. (As my smartie wife points out, she does two things that someone else would have had to do anyway, and one inexplicable thing with the Captain that distracts him from something he couldn’t have done anything about anyway.)
I mean, seriously (mild spoilers ahoy!), you have the guy who plotted the map, who yells how he’s out of his depth and wants to go back to the spaceship, and then wanders off with his buddy to get conveniently lost? You have a biologist who apparently trained at the Steve Irwin Institute Of Fuckology, whose reaction to the first living alien being he’s ever encountered is to poke at it? You have an entire crew of people who’ve been hauled out for a four-year mission in cryosleep, and they not only do not know why they’re going, but they have never met each other, even incidentally, on the way to their cryosleep chambers? You have a lead character who inspired this whole goddamned mission into space, who desperately believes the aliens can [ACTION REDACTED], and it’s never explained WHY exactly he’s so confident the aliens will [ACTION REDACTED] that he spends a trillion dollars on an expedition to nowhere? And whoa, look how happy the Captain is at the end!
The problem with Prometheus is that we have characters acting in completely random ways. I think that Tobias Buckell nailed it when he said that the reason the first two Alien films worked so well was that everyone in them worked so hard to stay alive in a character-driven context. Yes, often their actions were suicidal in retrospect, but given a) what the characters knew and b) what their ultimate goals were, it made perfect sense that such a mass of fuckery would erupt. Since we don’t understand what the half-drawn characters in Prometheus want to do right up until the moment that they do it, we as the audience are frustrated because it’s a big shaky ladder of “Why did they do that?” and then we have to extrapolate the reasons why. Which isn’t satisfying, and doesn’t hold itself up to poking nearly as well as Scott and Lindelof think it does.
On the other hand – and this is a big hand – Prometheus is fucking pretty. The shots are gorgeous. The visual effects are new and stunning and certainly worth your popcorn money. I could watch it again just to have my eyes fed pretty pretty candy. But on the gripping hand, it’s also not a particularly scary movie – there’s one terrifying sequence in the middle involving staples, but mostly the terror isn’t there because hey, these guys are getting killed by SFX, look at that. Hey, look at it. Dopes getting meat-ground.
The good news is that Prometheus does inspire debate. It’s a challenging movie, which is rare these days. Unfortunately, it’s challenging like the pissy bouncer at a bad club, where you get this feeling of initial triumph of getting past him, and then discovering that the club itself is shabby with overpriced drinks.
Prometheus is worth seeing. It’s a very, very hot mess, the kind where you’re nearly glad you bedded hir. But then you walk away feeling your self-esteem’s been a little corroded.
Your spoiler discussions may now commence. I’m certainly going to list some complaints in my first comment. (And if the title confuses you, watch this old SNL skit.)
Three Thoughts On John Carmack's New VR Headsets
John Carmack, the guy who programmed Doom and Quake, is applying his considerable talent towards improving VR headsets. Here, he gives a (highly recommended!) twenty-minute talk on why VR headsets don’t work and why his approach comes closer to working, which I found fascinating for a couple of reasons.
1) John emanates a tendency I’ve noticed in the “good” geek world: accepting and acknowledging problems. Which is to say that if you talk to a certain style of geek about his favorite X, that X does everything perfectly – and anything it doesn’t do is something you’re stupid for wanting. Which is why, despite our abundance of tech, so many problems remain – you have this sort of geek tunnel-vision where they fall in love with a technology, and then they forget that this technology has limits, and rather than working to expand those limits, they start circling the wagons and explaining defensively that this isn’t doable, and besides that’s not what’s important.
Note how John does not do this. If anything, this presentation is full of encoded apologies – it doesn’t do this, but we want it to. It should do this, but the technology’s not there yet. Some people experienced blurriness, and we’re not sure why yet, but we’ll get it. John’s a smart guy, and while he’s clearly loving the tech, he’s much more concerned with making it do what he wants it to ultimately do, as opposed to working within the limitations it imposes.
This is what I consider to be a “good” geek in that competent nerds may love a tech, but they never forget that the tech exists to accomplish a goal. And they never get so wrapped up in the joys of doing Stuff that they forget that Stuff, cool as it is, still isn’t really all that impressive yet. John’s clearly proud of what he’s done, but he has a vision – a 360-degree vision – and he is not removing his eyes from that end goal.
2) The article itself talks about how impenetrable John’s talks are, because he’s a smart guy who uses a lot of big words – which led me to believe that I’d spend twenty minutes hearing some UNIX guy blathering on about device driver conflicts. But aside from one or two words I didn’t know, I found the talk itself surprisingly easy to follow. Carmack’s a good teacher, and this was highly educational about why current VR is so dissatisfying. So am I that smart, or is the PC Gamer guy that dumb, or is PC Gamer purposely making it sound like Carmack is obtuse so their readers will feel brilliant when they don’t have problems following along?
3) John Carmack is about half a second away from bursting into a Gilbert Gottfried impression. At all times.
Just A Reminder
Tomorrow, my crazy friend Angie is going to ride a roller coaster for eight hours for charity. She is offering an Amazon gift certificate. She is paying for her own hotel.
Maybe you should sponsor her.
Conversations Emanating From A Disturbed Mind
Yesterday, Gini smooched our girlfriend Bec, then and broke out in a rash so nasty it required two Benadryl for Gini not to scratch her lips off. Bec apologized.
“It’s okay,” Gini said. “You were using the same Burt’s Bees lip balm as always. I would never in a million years have guessed that would give me a rash.” Then her phone rang, and she went off to talk to a client. By the time she got back, Bec and I had had A Talk.
“We’ve been thinking,” I said. “And you’re underselling yourself. We’re pretty sure you could do it in five hundred, tops.”
“…What?”
“A million years is a long time,” I explained. “That’s, like, twenty thousand of your lifetimes to date. If you’d really thought about it, I’m sure you could knock it out of the park in a few centuries.”
“…knock what?”
“Guessing what would give you a rash. Admittedly, it’s pretty specific, but if you do it full-time…”
“Wait a minute!” Gini said. “I get bored after five minutes of guessing games with you! I don’t want to spend the next million years endlessly guessing what might give me a rash! That’s a horrible fate, wandering around for all eternity having to do nothing but wondering what might give me hives!”
“I’ve taken that into account,” I replied serenely. “I figure it’ll take you two centuries of wandering the Earth, resenting your status, lamenting to a cold and uncaring God the strange and inexplicable task he has bequeathed to you and you alone. After that: three centuries of daily guessing. Tops.”
Soon after that, we got into a debate about whether we were having a debate or an argument. Good times, good times.
In Which I Wish Don Corleone Would Put A Hit Out On Holly Golightly
So this week, Gini and I watched two old movies: Breakfast at Tiffany’s and The Godfather. Sadly, all the violence was in the wrong film.
Don’t get me wrong, as Breakfast at Tiffany’s is fascinating from a historical perspective: you can see its proto-hipster DNA in every quirky indie movie made these days. Unfortunately, while for many this is like discovering the Dead Sea Scrolls, for me it’s like uncovering the lair of the Alien Queen.
Yes, Holly, you’re so forcefully odd! You do such whacky things! What a bold character you are, rebelling against the system by attending thrift shops and leading your childish little life! It’s endearing that you’re so purposefully irresponsible that you have to keep annoying the horribly stereotyped Asian because you can’t be bothered to carry your fucking keys! By the time she tossed the cat out into the rain I’m like, “YOU DUMB BIMBO, YOU’RE KILLING YOUR CAT OUT OF PIQUE! I HOPE YOU DIE IN A GREASE FIRE, YOU STUPID CAT MURDERER!”
On the other hand, I now see who Zooey Deschanel writes her royalty checks to. So that’s something.
Watching the Godfather, on the other hand, makes me think of how the horrifically fucked-up 1970s monoculture led to the glamorization of gangsterism. Because let’s be honest: at that time in American cinema, there was no way you could have a major motion picture about just an Italian family. It wouldn’t sell! America only likes looking at white people! So you had entire categories of ethnicity who only got shown in the margins – Italians, Jews, Mexicans, you name it, they only showed up as secondary characters, and often played by a white guy smeared in startlingly bad makeup.
So Coppola was smart: he threaded his Italian heritage into the movie, making The Godfather as much about everyday Italian lifestyle as it was about gangsters. It’s no error that the movie starts off with a long wedding sequence where not much gangstery happens at all – there’s some negotiations and stories, but mostly it’s a lot of random relatives dancing and food and people interacting with each other in a unique way. The movie is entirely about family, but one of the reasons it’s so effective is that family isn’t just held together by the mob, but it’s held together by all the cultural ties that held Italians together at that time. You think it’s an error that there’s actually a cooking lesson in the middle of the movie, on how to make good sauce?
If Hollywood had allowed a lot of stories about Italian families, well, Godfather probably wouldn’t have had its moxie. But because Godfather was notable for not one, but two elements being introduced to the mainstream, suddenly you had the love of tight-knit Italian clans AND the epicness of the mob, both of which became entwined to be interminably romantic. People were like, “Hey, this is actually kind of heartwarming!” not realizing that what they were reacting to was largely the Italian-ness that white producers had conspired to keep off-screen for years.
I wonder: if Hollywood hadn’t been so bleached in those days, had dared to show Italians as families without gangster ties, would Godfather have even made a dent? And if the Godfather hadn’t romanticized the mob, making it seem glamorous and appealing, would we have ever encouraged a culture that now glamorizes crime in the mainstream? In other words, did the enforced Anglo-ness of filmmaking back then lead, in a complex fashion, to the rise of the thug lifestyle?
I’m not attached to any of it, really, but… food for thought. Delicious Italian food.
I'm Depressed. Here's What You Should Do To Comfort Me.
It’s the peak of my Seasonal Affective Disorder, which meant that I spent Saturday night crying hysterically in Gini’s arms, listing all the reasons I didn’t deserve to live, using all my willpower not to go for the knives and cut myself as deep as I could.
It’s not a fun time.
Earlier this week, I posted an entry on FetLife about how hard it was for me to reach out during this period. I got fourteen comments, seven emails, and infinite text messages telling me how much people liked me. That was nice.
All I kept thinking about was the poor bastards who don’t write well, though.
I’m a depressive who chronicles his journey, in part to let other depressives know that they’re not alone. That some days, the black fog settles in and it’s all you can do to stay alive. And as a result, I’ve garnered a relatively large audience who will converge to tell me how wonderful I am whenever I forget.
Then there are those who are genuinely forgotten.
There are people far worse off than I am who post about this sucking void that’s devouring all their happiness, and get no comments at all. They’re struggling, drowning alone in an ocean of sorrow… and on those rare occasions they dare to post, they hear nothing but emptiness. Their bravery in continuing shames mine.
So yes. I’m down right now, and hating myself. If you want to make me feel better, then find someone you haven’t contacted in a while and tell them you love them. Not your girlfriend/boyfriend, not that person you had coffee with yesterday, but that distant friend who you’ve been meaning to call but life has gotten in the way.
They may be lonely. They may need the love a lot more than I do. Reaching out now may be giving them a hand that will get them through a terrible time.
Text, call, email, whatever. But get in touch. Let them know you’re thinking of them, because this depression is bad enough. Loneliness makes it even worse. Surprise someone with a kind thought, because you never know how much they might need it right now.
What The President Can Do About The Price Of Gas
“When pollsters ask Republicans and Democrats whether the president can do anything about high gas prices, the answers reflect the usual partisan divisions in the country. About two-thirds of Republicans say the president can do something about high gas prices, and about two-thirds of Democrats say he can’t.
“But six years ago, with a Republican president in the White House, the numbers were reversed: Three-fourths of Democrats said President Bush could do something about high gas prices, while the majority of Republicans said gas prices were clearly outside the president’s control.”
I’m an honest Democrat, so I’m gonna tell you the truth: There’s not that much the President can fucking do about gas prices. So stop blaming him whether he’s Democratic or Republican or Libertarian or Green or Martian. Basically, we need this much gas to survive. Other, outside influences determine the cost of that gas, and there isn’t much we can do short-term to drop our collective usage. On a month-to-month basis, about the only thing the President can do is decide whether to open the strategic gas reserves, and even that’s a pretty stupid idea.
However, the President can influence the price of gas long-term by funding initiatives that reduce our reliance on gas. Oh, yes, I know Mr. Obama has taken a lot of heat from conservatives for investing in poor technologies like solar power, but those self-same conservative politicians back the funding of corn ethanol, which basically is like solar power except we spend infinitely more effort extracting the energy from corn farmers.
The truth is that America loves cars, and the only viable long-term strategy to reduce the effective cost of a limited resource that every other country in the world wants is to reduce our reliance on it. Sure, we can drill, baby, drill, but eventually oil’s going to get scarce enough that we’re going to regret having the transportation infrastructure of our entire country dependent on it.
Which is why we need a President who’s going to work towards other options – yes, I know, you conservatives, you have all the negative reactions towards “Let’s build trains” that most people do to kicking a baby, since it’s taking our freedom to drive wherever the fuck we want away from us! But the truth is that the paradigm of “everyone has a big ol’ expensive car” isn’t going to last forever, and we need to be prepared for the day that doesn’t work. Which will involve car regulation to mandate gas efficiency, the supporting of other technologies to at least the subsidy level and tax breaks we give to the oil companies, and – yes – an investment in public transportation that will not initially be profitable. Just like all of those long-term military projects you never seem to mind funding.
I remember Borders, king of the bookstore world, going, “We’ll just let everyone make their mistakes in online bookselling, and then we’ll rush right in! We can make up that ground overnight!” And right now, conservative America’s going, “We’ll just let everyone else make their mistakes in creating efficient, non-gasoline-powered forms of energy, and then we’ll rush right in when we need to!” That didn’t work out so well for Borders, and it probably won’t work out so well for us. Especially since if gas hits seven bucks a gallon, which eventually it will barring the creation of biofuels, we’ll have a lot of poor people with no way to get to their jobs.
If you want someone who’s going to lower the price of gas long-term, then you gotta find a guy who believes that gas isn’t something America should rely upon. If you want someone who’s going to lower the price of gas next week, well, stop thinking that the President is a superhero who can break the laws of physics. Whatever party he belongs to.