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Your Dinner with Tatsumi Hijikata

Monday, September 7th, 2009

Do you enjoy extreme Japanese experimental theatre, or intellectual New Yorkers talking over dinner? This is, of course an inclusive or, because everybody likes one or other of these things, but some people like both. And if you’re one of those people, then you may wish to come over to my place on Friday and watch some videos with more of those people, and know you are not alone.

We shall be watching a documentary on Butoh, followed by a selection of short videos of Butoh performances, followed by the classic film My DInner with Andre, in which Andre Gregory and Wallace “Inconceivable” Shawn discuss the purpose of theatre over dinner.

Time: 7:30pm Friday 11 September

Bring: Snacks and drinks

Invite: Anyone else who might be interested

Email: Me, if you’re not sure of my address

Everyone has this problem, right?

Sunday, April 19th, 2009

I’d quite like to purchase a wok for stir-frying things, but every time I think “I want a wok” my internal Twisted Sister backing vocalists shout “Wok!” and I get distracted by the ensuing mental rocking-out.

Watchmen: The Motion Picture

Friday, March 6th, 2009

Spoiler Alert! If you haven’t seen the film, I probably give away some stuff, and even if I don’t I’ll likely colour your impressions. If you haven’t read the comic, I’m not going to take responsibility.

Turning Watchmen into a film was always going to be a project fraught with peril. You’ve got source material that’s near-universally admired. You’ve got an intricate multi-level plot that isn’t going to fit into a three-hour film. You’ve got a story whose tone is drenched with Cold War anxiety and paranoia, to tell to a multiplex audience who will mostly be too young to have any visceral reaction to images of ICBMs, Vietnam and the Doomsday Clock. And you’ve got a story that’s not just about superheroes, but deeply references the history of American superhero comics. And you’ve got an author who considered it unfilmable, with good reason and the concurrence of the last accomplished director who tried to make it. Whatever you do, you’re going to have to compromise something, and Watchmen‘s flaws as a film come from not compromising enough.

It’s very strong on respecting the source material. All the characters are present, and their differing moral attitudes are intact. All the little details are there. The special effects are impressive. Shots are matched closely to frames of the comic. For a fan, it’s immensely enjoyable.

However, a 12-issue comic is not the same thing as a three-hour film. The film keeps the episodic structure, and the tension doesn’t build effectively because of it. The collected graphic novel gets around this by clearly marking the beginning and end of each chapter, but this isn’t done in the film, so it’s not entirely clear why the pace keeps changing. I’d like to have seen the Doomsday Clock image used as it is in the collected edition: something we come back to at the end of the chapter to indicate both that we’ve reached the end of an episode and that it forms part of a bigger story arc.

This structural problem is exacerbated by harsh editing within practically every scene. Given the time constraints of a feature-length film, it’s understandable that the editor needed to sacrifice pacing for plot, but the result is that every moment is fraught with significance, and there’s no time for the viewer to absorb and reflect on what’s happening. This is especially a problem at the climax of the story, where the comic slows down to dwell on the aftermath of the explosion with a series of massive full-page panels, but the film keeps moving. Ozymandias’s exultation is also diminished, and the babble of confused TV reactions from around the world are reduced to a single image of Richard Nixon reading a speech simultaneously on every screen.
To be fair, I have this problem with many films, and it could be I just like a slower build. I’m hoping a lot of these moments will be brought back in the extended DVD version.

There are a few other, more minor, problems, so I might as well get them out of the way.

The level of violence is, I think, ramped up too high at too many points. It’s not that I’m particularly squeamish, but there are some moments in Watchmen that need to be shockingly graphic, and they lose their impact if there’s no contrast with the moments that work without showing snapping bones and bloody stumps. As my brother pointed out, in some cases it also detracts from from the characters. It’s one thing to feel unsettled at how much Laurie enjoys fighting off the muggers, another to show her actually killing one with his own knife. I had always read the sequence in the comic as being violent but non-lethal.
This occurs in the sound effects as well as the visuals: they didn’t need to torture that many foley vegetables that loudly.

Adrian Veidt is presented as too dark, right down to the colours of his costume. He needs to seem like a self-obsessed but harmless and well-meaning celebrity when you first meet him, but in the film he’s too obviously sign-posted as a villain from the beginning.

Richard Nixon’s nose is too big. It works in the comic because people are used to seeing Nixon caricatured that way in cartoons. It doesn’t work in the film because it’s not a cartoon.

Finally on my list of grumbles, the music was intrusive and poorly-chosen. Again, I think this was mostly a problem of trying to stick too literally to the comic. Each issue ends with a quotation, and most of them are from popular music. Therefore, we should use that music in the film, right? The problem is that if you use the actual music, it feels like a music video: the music becomes the foreground and the imagery the background.
Where the music was newly selected for the film, it didn’t fit. Sounds of Silence is a beautiful song, but it’s about alienation from society, not the kind of conflicted personal grief experienced by the mourners at Blake’s funeral. Koyaanisqatsi is my all-time favourite film, but its distinctive trancelike Philip Glass music doesn’t work when slapped on top of Jon’s Martian scenes. Ride of the Valkyries in association with Vietnam is a much-parodied cliché, and can’t be done straight. And Hallelujah is a bitter song about the end of a love affair: it doesn’t make sense over a sex scene from a new romance. Besides which, even Jeff Buckley’s transcendent version has been done to death in film and television, so there’s no excuse for using one of Leonard Cohen’s worst manglings of his own song.
Perhaps the budget didn’t stretch to it, but I’d like to have heard original songs done in an eighties style. And to have them mixed way back as incidental music.

With all these issues, though, when the film does step away from the comic, it does so sure-footedly, and makes an immense improvement. In the comic I always found the details of Ozymandias’s plot to save the world somewhat disappointing. A fake alien invasion? Really? That people believe could happen again because Ozymandias genetically-engineered a giant psychic brain to make them believe it? Despite there being no hint of anyone in the world having psychic powers anywhere else in the story? I can appreciate that Alan Moore was writing in instalments with a pressing deadline, but I didn’t feel it was his finest moment.
Ozymandias’s plot in the film is a vast improvement. It uses elements already well-established in the story instead of throwing in tentacled horrors and telepathic powers at the last minute, and it forces the hands of the other characters more completely. There’s really no way any of them, including (especially) Jon can thwart him, and the threat he unites the world against is one we know the world fears even more than nuclear annihilation. It ties together the whole story from beginning to end without hand-waving. Nice.

So… we have an excellent, but flawed, comic made into a good, but flawed, film. The flaws of the film occur when it tries to emulate the comic’s finest aspects too slavishly, and the finest aspect of the film occurs when it fixes the comic’s worst flaw. Comics people have been arguing for decades that a comic is not just a film on paper, but it’s equally true that a film is not just a comic that moves. They’re different media, and they dictate different techniques of story-telling.

A mystery

Friday, February 27th, 2009

At 3am I was woken by the special noise cats make when they have caught something and brought it back for your approval. I got up and found that Tui had a small rat, for which I praised her effusively. It’s been a long time since there were any rats around here to catch, and she had apparently killed it cleanly so it was beyond suffering. I left it for her to play with and went back to bed.

When I got up again, the rat was gone, except for its kidney. I doubt that Tui would have eaten the skeleton and left the kidney behind, but I can find no trace of the rest of the rat.

Questions about Dating and Questions about Questions

Tuesday, January 27th, 2009

Some of you may be aware that I’m working on an online dating site. If you’re not, it’s a new kind of online dating site that’s excitingly different from all other online dating sites, and will hopefully be up and running by the end of the year, depending on what kinds of investment I can arrange.

In the meantime, I’d be very interested to hear about people’s experiences with online dating. Have you ever tried it? How did it work out? Are you still doing it? If you’re single and you’ve never tried it, what puts you off? What would you need to know about a dating site to feel good about using it?

I’m planning to set up a dedicated forum for discussing these kinds of questions, but I thought I’d get started here.

One more question, or meta-question… when you meet someone for the first time (whether on a date or for any other reason) and you’re trying to get to know them, what questions do you ask? Is there a question you could ask that would divide people you’d like to know from people you wouldn’t? OK, that’s two questions.

Life Imitates Art

Tuesday, January 27th, 2009

it’s not that so much depends
upon a blue wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

it’s just that it will get
rusty
if i don’t put it away

Plan B

Sunday, January 4th, 2009

I’ve always been in two minds about the Kyoto Protocol.  On one hand, it’s a pathetic document whose provisions are hopelessly inadequate to deal with climate change.  On the other hand, even a half-arsed effort can be a starting point if you keep working on it.  Unfortunately, the world’s politicians seem by and large to have treated it not as the first step on a long journey, but rather as an impossible dream that they deserve special brownie points just for talking about.  It might have worked, but it’s much too late now.  The methane hydrates are collapsing, and we can no longer go back by the easy route of reducing CO2 emissions alone.

Thus, Plan B.   We have to get the greenhouse gases back out of the atmosphere.  It’ll be expensive and pretty much the most dangerous thing humanity has ever done, but that’s where we are now.

Unappetising

Monday, December 29th, 2008
Unappetising Recipes

Unappetising Recipes

I do feel sorry for the authors of this otherwise innocent book of tapas recipes, who can’t really be blamed for the unfortunate connotations of their title to a New Zealand reader.

Street Grammar

Monday, December 15th, 2008

 

Heartwarming Graffiti

Heartwarming Graffiti

On my way to visit a client this morning, I noted this small piece of installation art. While I can appreciate that Jonathan Smart may see it differently, I was very pleased by the correct use of the apostrophe, which is so seldom observed in the modern streetscape.

Spilling dark blood to honour Artemis

Wednesday, November 19th, 2008

It’s opening night tonight for <em>Iphigeneia at Aulis</em>, a 2400-year-old play by Euripides, newly translated by Robin Bond.

I play Agamemnon, leader of the Greek forces that will set sail to attack Troy just as soon as there’s some wind.  It seems the only way to make wind happen is for me to sacrifice my daughter Iphigeneia to the goddess Artemis.  Only I don’t really want to, on account of she is my daughter.  Will I go through with it?  You’d think I wouldn’t, but there are some very good reasons why I just might.  Let the hijinks ensue.

It’s at the University Theatre in the Christchurch Arts Centre, at 8pm, 19-22 November.  Come and see me emote.