Saturday, July 31, 2010

the persistance of memory



INCEPTION SPOILERS AHEAD.

Short review:

VIGNETTE 1:
If you were a nerd like me, you probably remember a bloody but not very good fighting game called BloodStorm which was around in the early 90's. (It was the sequel to the even-worse-but-more-ubiquitous Time Killers, and got a mention in The Simpsons episode "Marge Be Not Proud. Anyways.) The producers had packed the game with secret shit, especially for an arcade game: upwards of 5 secret characters, hidden codes to switch weapons and fighters, interactive backgrounds, etc. All of this was supposed to increase replay value, but because the game was kind of bad, it never really caught on and nobody bothered to find the secrets.

VIGNETTE 2:
Every year in high school, I had to do an independent study project. Junior year, my friends and I made a laughably bad suspense/thriller/woulda-been-a-horror-movie-with-more-time-and-a-budget called "Guilt." The script was bad, the acting was bad, the special fx were cool for 1998 (he looks in the mirror -- and SEES THE GIRL HE KILLED!). For what it's worth, I composed an entirely original score on a bootleg midi music program called MusicTime, and it remains one of my more proud moments of my life. It was really good!

Anyways, the premise was that this dude and his girlfriend get robbed at gunpoint while having a romantic walk through the park. He tries to play tough guy and in the struggle, his girl is shot and killed. The dude survives but then his guilt is manifested physically as her ghost and starts terrorizing him. It all ends in a ridiculous scene where he's teleported back to the moment they were robbed, and he kills the robber WHO IS, FOR SOME REASON, ACTUALLY HIS DEAD EX-GIRLFRIEND.

EXPLANATION:
Inception, like Bloodstorm, was packed with hints about what really happened, but wasn't compelling enough to make me care about what really happened, and hinged on a central plot point which mimicked the awful movie I made in high school.

ELABORATION:
The first half was cool. It did a great job of establishing a complex premise and featured some surprisingly good acting from Lil Ellen Page. The Morocco scenes effectively laid out the higher stakes of the Fischer job. And the job itself was fun. Good zero-gravity fight scenes, nice "what do we do now" moments with the elevator kick, Yusef being generally hilarious. And despite being filled with agents with high-powered weaponry but worse aim than Stormtroopers, the snow fortress was good popcorn cheez. And I found the movie so disappointing because there was so much to like, but also so much that bothered me.

First and foremost, why are people thinking so much about what happens in the movie? I consider myself an inquisitive, intellectual person but I didn't come out of Inception with the barrel of questions that everyone else did. Everything seemed wrapped up in a nice little bow at the end, especially if (as rumored) Mal's totem falls after the credits.

I saw the hints that Dom might still be dreaming. It occurred to me when he saw Mal in "real life" in the Moroccan basement, and when the alley seemed to shrink when he was running from Cobol. But there weren't enough of them for me to think anything other than dude was just losing his grip on reality from too much shared dreaming. (Also I read Susan Orlean's article on donkeys in Morocco, which explicitly mentions the tight spaces built into the old city in Fez, which isn't where they were, but still!)

Compare and contrast with Primer, a simple and beautiful movie about the messiness of time travel. It devolves into a series of wtf moments that literally had me and eight friends sitting in the theater for 20 minutes trying to figure out what happened after the lights came up. I couldn't spoil that movie for you because I still don't know what happened. But that was the point of the movie.

For Inception, the uncertainties about what's really going on take a back seat to an action-packed, simple "will they or won't they succeed? just kidding, of course they will" plot which dominates the viewer's attention. Dom's sanity or lack thereof is a recurring theme in the exposition, and but once the explosions start, it seems like its primary function is to throw wrenches in the team's plans. End of story. When we follow Dom home at the end of the movie, it feels tacked on.

Which brings me to my second point, that Nolan did a terrible job of establishing emotional stakes. I have a lot of trouble caring about dudes living or dying when the end result is pretty routine corporate sabotage. That's all we're working for! It's not the freedom of humanity (whatup Keanu!) or the fate of the planet or to catch a criminal mastermind. It's whether or not one big ass energy company can compete with a bigger ass energy company. Who the fuck cares? Saito still had enough paper to buy a damn airline on a whim. His problems are not ones I give a shit about. The only character we're really urged to care about is Dom, and whether Mal will ever stop haunting his dream life and if he will ever see his kids again. So we come full circle.

In writing this, I realize that the frivolity of the rest of the plot might be yet another hint that all of this is in his mind and he's still in a basement in Morocco. That this is a movie about Dom Cobb losing his grip on reality after having tampered too much with his understanding thereof. But that's a bridge too far for me, after spending an hour+ watching an elaborate James Bond flick in which Dom Cobb's problems fuck everything up for everyone.

SIDE NOTE:
Did anyone else sense an unsettling Ayn Randian-streak? Reverence of architects, great respect for power, self-made men, emphasis on building something yourself instead of inheriting it, trust in corporate parents (seriously, how the fuck did Saito end up being a good guy?) ... no sir, I don't like it. Just sayin.

SIDE NOTE 2:
If you buy into this "just a business traveler's dream" theory, you really need to reconsider why the hell you are going to movies in the first place.

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Thursday, July 01, 2010

structure, and fucking discipline



So they canceled Party Down.

If you didn't watch Party Down, get thee to Netflix streaming and watch both seasons. Get your $10 a month worth. It's a small, funny, well-written show which stars a lot of people who are famous already (whatup Jane Lynch) or are going to be (Adam Scott and Lizzy Caplan, look forward to seeing more of yall around, especially you, Lizzy!).

The first season was entertaining, if formulaic, but the second season turned into a weird, quiet discussion of success, failure, the American dream, showbiz and self-delusion. In the later episodes of the second season, almost every disaster turned into a major opportunity, and by the season (now series) finale, it looked like even the most hard-headed (by which I mean rational and reasonable) Hollywood strivers had gotten the message: not everyone gets their break, but you have to play the game to win. Also, getting mad about others' success is a non-starter, and getting back up after failing is as important as succeeding. In that, Party Down is also a microcosmic commentary on America, as these are the qualities that make us both wildly prosperous and totally inane. Rap music wouldn't exist without it, but it also turned the genre into the gay Young Republicans conference which it is today.

(No shots, just sayin.)

The central lessons of Party Down are especially near and dear to me, as I struggle to pay my rent as a DJ and producer, and constantly see people close to me, or at least friendly acquaintances across the country make big moves. Any movement is progress and there is almost no such thing as failure. And it's much better to be Kyle than Henry or Casey, because Kyle's ego is so big he doesn't even process bad news.

But I digress.

What I really wanted to talk about is why Party Down failed from a business standpoint. First off, who the fuck has Starz? Is Starz part of your average premium package? A lot of my friends (myself included) don't even have cable. I watch everything on Hulu and Netflix. And I would go so far as to say "Netflix streaming" and Party Down were damn near synonymous. I had a lot of conversations which began with one and ended with the other, either "oh you have Netflix? you should watch this show" or "you haven't seen this show? it's on Netflix!" and thus the connection was made.

I have a minor obsession with the gigantic generation gap between pre-internet and post-internet culture, as it is applicable to literally every topic. My father and I had an hour long conversation about the arrogance of doctors a couple weeks ago, in which we concluded that my generation's "tell everyone you know about everything" mentality could reform modern medicine by fostering a generation of medical professionals who aren't afraid to ask for help and collaborate on tough cases. And this is a development that came around in the last five years.

Similarly, I have to wonder how much Starz is keeping tabs on Netflix viewership, or if they simply write it off because of an old-world mentality that TV ads rule the world. And if Party Down had been on a network with a little more relevance (or a rich corporate parent, like FX), if we would still have a show. Even if America will never learn to love 30 Rock and its litany of inside jokes with the liberal elite, NBC will keep it around for prestige. HBO knows risky, creative shows take time to grow, and that keeping a low-profit critical darling around for a few seasons while it gathers buzz can reap huge rewards on the back end with DVD sales (or, y'know, more prestige). But Starz, with little going for it other than being the reason I can watch Wall-E on Netflix, I suppose doesn't have the luxury of catering to the nerds, at least not until they find their Sopranos or their Sex In The City. A network cannot live on Lizzy Caplan's glorious rack alone! (Especially after they changed her look in the second season, what was up with that?)

So what we are left with is one of those shows, like Freaks and Geeks which will launch the careers of a handful future stars (on both sides of the camera?) but didn't really do shit for its patrons.

Starz: as a fair-weather Pittsburgh Pirates fan, I need to tell you this is not a great strategy. My team has spent the last two decades grooming players for bigger markets, the Jason Schmidts, the Aramis Ramirezs, the Brian Giless, the Jason Bays. At some point you need to go for the gold. I don't know nearly enough about the inside workings of TV to complete this analogy but I will say someone on your team was smart enough to greenlight this show, albeit apparently tentatively. Give that person a raise and tell them to go look for something a little dumber and a little more marketable.

EDIT: just found out the show was on at Friday night at 10 PM? are you fucking kidding me? a) what the hell else is Starz showing all week and b) what show has ever done any kind of numbers at Friday night at 10 PM? SMH.

Anyways. RIP to a great show. I leave you with Karma Rocket's accidental Aryan nation anthem "My Struggle":