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Saturday, April 25, 2015
Castle Rock Companion - The Dark Tower supplemental: The Eyes of the Dragon
The nature of The Dark Tower series and its multiple worlds means it ties into a great number of King's other works. One could easily say it ties into all of King's other works, it's just that the ties in some are more noticeable than others. As such there are those that when doing a Dark Tower read through, recommend hitting at least some other of King's works as well. The order in which to do so is really the question. The Gunslinger and The Drawing of the Three lead directly into each other, and The Wastelands ends in a cliffhanger that is resolved in Wizard and Glass. Wizard and Glass features Randall Flagg as a character, who we've already seen mentioned in The Gunslinger briefly. As such, it's probably good to read The Stand before you get there, but thanks to that cliffhanger at the end of The Wastelands, you may either want to read that novel before you begin completely, or, as the order I found suggested, take a break between The Drawing of the Three and The Wastelands. Having just read The Stand not long before for Castle Rock Companion, I did not read it again. But there is another book which contains Flagg and is frequently recommended as part of a Dark Tower read through, and that is The Eyes of the Dragon.
Besides Flagg being the main antagonist, this story also features a king named Roland, a tower located in the center of the kingdom, and toward the end a group of five containing three young men, a woman, and a dog are instrumental in setting everything right again. That last bit won't make as much sense to you if you're reading this early in the series, but trust me, it ties together. It's certainly not a direct connection by any means, King Roland has little in common with our gunslinger, but it's clear King was having a bit of fun with it all.
Even without the Dark Tower connections, this is simply a great book. King has said that he wrote it for his daughter Naomi, who was not a fan of the horror stories he normally wrote. While not 100% a children's book, it does certainly have some those traits. This is The Hobbit of his Dark Tower series in a way, written in a wonderful conversational style much like that book was, being a bit more whimsical in places though still a bit of dark fantasy at times. There is magic and dragons, but it is also fairly grounded in reality, so that the world is not too far off from our own medieval period.
It's a fairly simple tale, of a brother accused of killing his father so that the evil magician can put his not as smart younger brother on the throne and rule through him. Prince Peter is locked away in the tower and slowly comes up with a means to escape his prison and avenge his father's death. It's really all the telling that makes it so enjoyable, as well as the delightful evilness that is Flagg as our antagonist. Similar to his appearance in The Stand, he takes joy in manipulating people behind the scenes to get what he wants, biding his time and watching over everyone. Or at least he does until suddenly Peter gains the upper hand, and he unravels with such a vicious temper that shows he's not as calm and collected as he would like everyone to believe. Flagg is only good at his job as long as people fear him, and once that is taken away, he's nothing. Read concurrently with The Stand, it gives us a sense of just who this character is and his purpose. Here he is specifically called a demon, and it's clear he's meant to sow chaos in places that are on the razor's edge between prosperity and destruction. He's meant to tip the scales towards the sides of evil; and he seems to always come very close to accomplishing that but yet frequently beaten by good in the end. Like in The Stand, it's actually someone he thought was firmly in his pocket that helps to deal the defeating blow on him.
King ends the novel with a hint at a possible sequel, telling us that two characters went on to have more adventures and even see Flagg again. But for now, those further adventures will have to live in our imaginations. But if you're looking for a nice light read in the world of fantasy, I highly recommend you give this one a shot. I'd love to see an animated adaptation of this story, but the attempts to make one around the turn of the century never got off the ground. For now the Syfy channel seems to have the rights to the book and may end up turning it into either a series or a film.
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Friday, April 24, 2015
Castle Rock Companion - The Dark Tower II: The Drawing of the Three
"There are people who need people to need them. The reason you don’t understand is because you’re not one of those people. You’d use me and then toss me away like a paper bag if that’s what it came down to. God fucked you, my friend. You’re just smart enough so it would hurt you to do that, and just hard enough so you’d go ahead and do it anyway. You wouldn't be able to help yourself. If I was lying on the beach there and screaming for help, you’d walk over me as if I was between you and your goddamn tower."
The Gunslinger is a brief introduction to Roland and his purpose. The Drawing of the Three is where the Dark Tower story really gets rolling, shows us what this is all about, and introduces us to more of its key players. If a movie version of this series ever officially gets off the ground, I would expect the first film to condense both of these books into one. But for now all we have is the books, along with the comic series.
It was a happy coincidence that the first three issues of The Prisoner comic series were published shortly before I read The Drawing of the Three again. The comic is based on moments Eddie remembers within the novel, though with a few details added in that hint to us that Eddie's fate or ka was set long before he ran into Roland, just as Odetta Holmes' was. I recommend it.
Of course, I'm also extremely biased. Eddie is my absolute favorite character of Stephen King's, the one I've cared for the most. It's still early, and Eddie is still very much a victim of his addiction in this story, but you can still see the good man underneath all that. He's not the only junkie King has ever written, nor is he the only bad boy gone good, but the way Eddie is always so willing to tell things like they are is a large part of what endears him to me. The quote above is him speaking to Roland, and it stings Roland and rings true to us because we've already seen how Roland sacrificed Jake. But we also see Roland change, and maybe Eddie's damning words are a large part of that. He's not going to give up the Tower, certainly, but his heart has already been softened just a little by the presence of his new companions.
This book largely feels like it's broken up into two segments, the first being Roland drawing Eddie, and then the remainder is all about Odetta Holmes and Detta Walker, two women living in one body. While I love everything about the first part of the book, the second half has some flaws that prevent me from loving it as much. The first is that Odetta's condition is constantly referred to as schizophrenia, which it is not. Part if this may be characters making the mistake, but the fact that King never once has anyone use the term "multiple personality disorder" (which would have been the proper term when this was written) makes me think it's his mistake as well. The other issue I have is the personality of Detta Walker, and that's a bit more complex. Detta is supposed to be a caricature, but that doesn't make her constant over the top stereotypical language any less difficult to listen to at times. There were large points where I desperately wanted Detta to go away, not because I was worried for Eddie and Roland or wanted Odetta back as much as I just didn't want to listen to her "honky muhfuh" talk.
That aside, I do like her story overall as well as the insight we get into the character of Jack Mort, who is responsible for both her disabilities as well as Jake's first death. King does a pretty good job of keeping the suspense up toward the end as Roland tries to get the supplies they need from New York while Eddie's life is on the line back on the beach. And all my issues with Detta will largely go away as she has now become Susannah, a character far more enjoyable that I'll come to love almost as much as I do Eddie in future volumes.
The novel does definitely feel like a stepping stone in the full series, something you'd probably have a hard time taking on its own. As I said, it gets most of our main players together, but the story itself really feels more like two mini volumes than one full whole. In a way, you could easily have made three novellas called The Gunslinger, The Prisoner, and The Lady of the Shadows, but since Eddie and Susannah are very much linked to one other, it makes sense to group them together here. The story ends on a quiet note, a nice breather after all the tension on the beach, but still leaves me wanting more and ready to continue with their journey.
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Thursday, April 23, 2015
Castle Rock Companion - The Dark Tower I: The Gunslinger
"Go then! There are other worlds than these!"
Despite being a King fan for so long, it took me quite a while before I dug into the Dark Tower series. At one time, westerns were a genre that simply didn't appeal to me. These days, however, I understand that the fictional version of the American western settlers is often a genre and setting that gets mixed and matched with others. In this case it's primarily high fantasy, though there's a smattering of other genres also brought in at different times. That's just one of the many reasons I love this series - the fact that there's so many different elements brought in to create this one epic story. There's also the strong batch of lead characters that feel real in the way that so many King characters do, the way the epic ties in to so many of his other novels, the humor, the drama... I could go on. When I first finished the series, I had the urge to start it all over again - for reasons I'll save until I reach that final novel once again. However I hadn't revisited it yet, even when I would run into those Dark Tower threads in other novels for Castle Rock Companion until now.
What struck me as I listened (because this second time around I'm listening to the audiobook versions) was just how many elements King had planned out from the beginning. Our gunslinger Roland has prophecies told to him by two different seers and they are cryptic enough that they don't entirely make sense to a new reader, but can cause those of us more familiar with the series to smile and nod as we recognize what is to come. Of course it is worth mentioning that in the revised 2003 edition,changes were made to make everything gel better with the later details. I at least can forgive King for "retconning" stories he wrote nearly 30 years before for the sake of matching the novels he wrote much later. There are still threads here from the original work that pay off throughout the full epic tale.
Roland's world is a fascinating one, as it has elements of the early days of America's unsettled wild west but also post apocalyptic desolation as well. When Roland enters a saloon and we hear that "Hey Jude" is playing, it perks up our ears immediately, and makes you wonder if this is our world set eons after an atomic bomb has dropped. There are, after all, mutated humans and livestock all around. The first short story "The Gunslinger" let's us think just that for awhile, and is a great tale of the stranger coming to town and starting a relationship with the local barkeep, but the priestess and her loyal followers paint him as the anti-christ and soon come after him. The whole thing turns into a blood bath and shows us just how powerful Roland is as he manages to take down the entire town.
But once we get to the second story "The Way Station" we realize that things are more complicated than we initially thought. Jake appears seemingly out of nowhere, and his world is near identical to our own in the present day (well, 1970s present day). So Roland's world is most likely just an alternate universe, one that shared similar elements with ours, but not all of them. In time Jake talks of "buildings that scrape the sky" and other things that Roland has no knowledge of. Of course, we're also repeatedly told that Roland's world has "moved on," a sign that it is near its end, and it's possible that some of the things he doesn't know have simply been lost with history and time.
Roland is pursuing the Man in Black, on his way to reach the Dark Tower. We don't truly understand why yet, just that it has become his mission and he has pledged his life to it. Jake joins him and the two of them bond, something Roland desperately needs as he has been alone for quite some time now. Even the barkeep was more a temporary distraction rather than someone he truly cared for. But not so with Jake. Jake is young, but thanks to parents who are largely too busy to pay attention to him, is very mature for his age and takes his presence in this new alien world in stride. He clings to Roland as a mentor and father figure, and it's very hard not to like him. But Roland is soon told that the boy is a trap set for him by the Man in Black, and there's a building sense of dread as to what will happen.
King really does a great job of balancing that dread and tension with moments of general calm, and the glimpse back into Roland's youth provides a great distraction from the peril that he and Jake face together. The flashbacks also fully cement the idea that here gunslingers are just knights with guns, and as someone who has always loved the more medieval stylings of fantasy I can appreciate this slightly altered form.
The inevitable conclusion of Jake's story here was heartbreaking to me the first time I read it, and this second time around I was surprised to remember how quickly it happens. There's plenty of tension building up to it, but it seems to happen in a flash, leaving you with that sudden shock. Of course, the sting was lessened this time around since I know what is eventually to come.
Overall, this novel is still very brief. While the additions and changes King made do make it feel like a complete volume rather than just a collection of short stories, it is still primarily more like novella length, and more like a brief intro before the series really takes off. While it could be taken on its own, I would say this is really more just a good way to dip your toe into the series and see if you like the tone and world it is set in. It's so brief that you have little to lose, and I have a feeling you may be as hooked as I was. If you even somewhat like it, I highly recommend following it with The Drawing of the Three, where things really start to crystallize.
While film adaptations of the Dark Tower series continue to float between developers, there have technically been comic book adaptations of parts of the series. The story Roland tells Jake of how he challenged his teacher and became a gunslinger is told in issue 1 of The Gunslinger Born. It is a faithful adaptation with a few extra details thrown in for good measure. The remainder of The Gunslinger Born tells the story that while hinted at by Roland whenever he brings up Susan in The Gunslinger, are not properly told until Wizard and Glass, the fourth novel.
On this re-read, I had a question of what proper order to take the series in. The biggest question is primarily where to place The Wind Through the Keyhole, as it was published after the main series was finished but happens in the middle. There are also so many tie ins with King's other books that some are certainly at least suggested reading to go along with it. After scanning some other fan made suggestions, I've developed one of my own. If I've already read a novel for Castle Rock Companion, I won't be revisiting it as I feel like the details are fresh enough in my mind that there's no need. But I'm including them here for anyone else who may want to do this.
- The Gunslinger
- The Drawing of the Three
The Stand- The Eyes of the Dragon
- The Waste Lands
- Wizard and Glass
- "The Little Sisters of Eluria"
Salem's LotIT- Insomnia
- "Everything's Eventual"
Hearts in Atlantis- The Wind Through the Keyhole
- Wolves of the Calla
- Song of Susannah
- The Dark Tower
- The Talisman
- Black House
There are other novels that King says have Dark Tower ties and that others include on their lists, but personally I think the ties are so small they do not need to be included. You can just read them later and recognize the references if you'd like. Most people suggest putting The Talisman and Black House in the middle, but to me they seem like just an alternate cast of characters that are also in pursuit of the Dark Tower, and therefore can be treated separately. I may change my mind after the fact, as I read The Talisman so long ago I barely remember it, and have never read Black House before. But you could easily just read the main eight novels of the series and still get a complete story, so I don't think I'm hurting myself by putting those two at the end.
Note: I wrote these entries as I would finish a book, but am posting them all marathon style together. As you'll see, some books also share a post together as well, depending on how much I felt I had to say on them.
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Monday, April 6, 2015
Castle Rock Companion - Rose Red
Angie:
Rose Red began its life as an attempted collaboration between Stephen King and Steven Spielberg to do a remake of The Haunting, a film which is an adaptation of Shirley Jackson's novel, The Haunting of Hill House. It would seem that King always wanted that separation, as while this story borrows certain elements from Jackson's novel, he also used it to go off in his own direction. He was also clearly inspired by the Winchester Mystery House, and brought in elements from that real life house as well. As such, this is largely King's first attempt at adapting someone else's work for the screen. The King/Spielberg collaboration fizzled because Spielberg reportedly wanted more action than what King gave him. Someone else eventually remade The Haunting, and King took that script and turned it into this mini-series. Work began before his tragic accident where he was hit by a van while running in 1999, but was finished while he was in recovery.
I bring this up because, at least for me personally, I find a distinctive lull in King's work for a few years after the accident. The man was in serious pain and considered giving up on writing all together near this time, and I certainly don't blame him. In time I think his experience aided his writing and gave him something to add to his stories, but for a while there I think his work suffered.
The mini-series starts off strong, introducing us first to young Annie Wheaton, a girl with powers very similar to King's Carrie White and The Haunting of Hill House's Eleanor Vance. From there the story jumps ahead ten years and we meet our cast of characters. There is Dr. Joyce Reardon, a professor determined to provide scientific proof of the paranormal, as well as a group of people with paranormal abilities that she assembles to inspect the haunted house Rose Red. They all have a wide range of powers from being able to touch an object and see its history to being able to see ghosts, but Joyce believes the clincher is to bring young Annie to Rose Red in order to fully unlock all the power of the house and get her evidence. She's also been sleeping with Steve Rimbauer in order to gain access to the house to conduct her experiments. There's a nice amount of movement and tension as we meet all these players and we learn that the head of the university Joyce works for strongly disapproves of her interests and sets a young ambitious reporter from the school's newspaper after her to catch her red handed using university equipment.
At the same time we are exposed to the history of Rose Red itself and the Rimbauer family who built it. While initially John Rimbauer built the house as a gift to his new wife Ellen, she eventually takes it to a whole new level, taking the advice of a fraud psychic who tells her the house must continually be constructed and never finished. If she does this, Ellen will live forever. She takes the advice and continues to do so, ignoring the fact that men have a history of dying in the house and that women (and even her young daughter) have a history of disappearing in its vast, seemingly changing corridors. Ellen herself even disappears among its halls eventually. The house was open for tours for a time, but the disappearance of an actress closed the house for good and Steve is quite eager to tear the whole thing down, but has agreed to allow Joyce to do this study first.
Unfortunately, once the full cast has assembled at the house, things slow down to a crawl. The young reporter arrived at the house before everyone else with the intention to snoop on them, but he's quickly killed by the house. He employs terrible scary movie logic, walking right into a swarm of bees for no good reason and shaking doors pointlessly when we've already seen that he has keys to the house. As the others arrive they find evidence of his death and wander the rooms a bit but not much else. Since we've already been told the history of the house, there's virtually nothing new to tell us, and the plot drags on.
I believe a large part of what King was trying to do around this time is to keep us guessing along with the characters as to what is real and what is not. But when characters wander off for a time and then are apparently taken as fact as dead thereafter, it becomes truly confusing. And they continue to make boneheaded choices, like Emery, the character who sees spirits, choosing to believe that one of his companions is already a ghost and therefore ignoring his cries for help. Emery is also just all around annoying. Matt Ross wears this permanent lip curled sneer on his face that is just ridiculous, and speaks in a terrible nasal whiny nerd voice. Like his name counterpart in The Stand, Harold Emery Lauder, this is King bringing nerd stereotypes to the extreme. At least Harold was pitiable, this Emery is just terrible, being needlessly cruel to young Annie and helping to doom Victor.
The house does what it does, killing off male characters and getting female characters lost, but for me at least, none of it is shown in a particularly compelling way. We learn that Ellen killed her husband John with the help of her friend and servant Sukeena, but it was pretty obvious from the start that his jump out the window was not a suicide, so it's no big revelation. Ellen's daughter April's disappearance is tainted for me, because she sings "I'm a Little Teapot" in the halls and it left me baffled wondering if this was some kind of inside joke between King and director Craig R. Baxley, or just them trying to make a call back to Storm of the Century.
It's not all bad though, as the effects used in the film are spectacular. The shriveled moving corpses that haunt the house are genuinely horrifying, and a scene with a statue of Ellen coming to life (and tearing off her face to get a look at what is behind her) is also fantastic. There's a few CGI elements that don't work, like the aforementioned bees and the ghosts, but they're more than made up for with the other creepy effects and great set design. It's just a shame that the story largely fizzles around it.
The house happily welcomes Annie, who becomes fascinated with a dollhouse recreation she finds within it. Joyce convinces her to keep them all trapped inside the place so she can study the effects, while everyone else eventually works to convince Annie to let them leave. If Joyce were more interesting and compelling I might be more caught up in this, but the fact is the moment she smeared her blood all over the face of her employer to scare him she revealed herself as a complete nut, and beyond her one talk with Annie she mostly sits back in the main hall of the house and giggles gleefully while her companions die. She receives a comeuppance for her actions but I find myself nonplussed about it all. There was a really good set up here, but the actual events in the house simply don't live up to it. I find myself wishing that King had decided to keep things closer to The House on Haunted Hill, or even his own The Shining, so that maybe all those spirits calling on Annie and wanting her to stay would have actually become something.
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There's such a divide between the quality of the writing in part one versus that of parts two and three that I'm not at all surprised to learn it was a project divided by King's hit-and-run accident. The first part is so measured, so steadily woven together as we introduce Annie with a scene reworked from Carrie's origin, which King himself partially lifted from backstory of The Haunting of Hill House. Then we're on to Joyce, learning about the ropes her career is on, all the hopes she's hinging on the study of the massive edifice of Rose Red, teaching us an intricately detailed backstory of the house. It's almost too much detail, and definitely speaks to the padding of this material from a single screenplay to a miniseries of not just two, but three parts. And yet, I like it, as it is great haunted house lore, centered on the character study of Ellen Rimbauer, for whom everything seemed to go wrong as her tragedy spread into this cancer of a house. It'll be interesting to see the prequel movie which followed, because I honestly don't know how much story is left to tell.
Though she goes off in later parts (which I mostly blame on the writing), I quite like Nancy Travis as Joyce Reardon, and think she does a nice job mixing the charm of the character and her stabs of intensity. Yeah, the scene with the blood was a bit of a giveaway as to how far she was going to go, but I never felt like that was meant to be a surprise, as she's the Captain Ahab entering her own white whale, and such studies are allowed to tip their hand early. Shame it fumbled the followup. Then we get our group of psychics, who are mostly well cast and well played. The standouts for me are the luscious Julian Sands as Nick, who often falls into the defacto lead of the group due to his ability to laugh off anything terrifying, and the dabbling spread of his power giving him a sense of where everyone's individual strengths lie. And then there's Kimberly Brown as Annie. Annie is a tough character, given the nature of her powers and how they've either led to or are tied with a difficulty functionally connecting with people and destructively lashing out when aggravated. While I appreciate the effort to explore a character with what's labelled as "autism", King's actual handling is wildly inconsistent and feels as unresearched as his often (and rightly so) mocked and criticized portrayals of mentally disabled characters, and there's times where it comes off just as eye-rollingly stupid here. Brown, though, gives it her best, and I like her bashful smiles and piercing glares.
And then there's Emery. I'll get to Emery. Oh, Emery.
So introduction, yes, great stuff. In fact, this first part reminds me a lot of "Before the Plan", the extended, excised prologue to The Shining which set up heaps of backstory for the ghosts which would later come into play. I understand why that was trimmed, but what we get here works better because we're learning it through the characters, as they process and question the info in ways which equally tell up about them. And at the heart of it is the true series protagonist, Steven Rimbauer. I'll get to him in a moment, as well.
Once we get to the second half, that's where it spirals out of control. Even during the early tour of the house, things begin to feel scattershot and random as we'll jump between disconnected scenes or characters are acting contradictory to how they just were in scenes prior, with powers and dynamics flopping around inconsistently. This feels harried and rushed, like King wasn't fully paying attention as he just burned through the rest of the script in fits and starts. There's no flow to any of it, many builds lack payoffs, scares are random instead of, as I usually expect from King, rooted in the actual characters. For example, Pam is an entirely pointless character who does nothing plot-wise before being axed off early in a way that leaves behind no actual impact. She's mentioned and sighted a few more times, but hardly in any meaningful way. Yes, there's using her ghost to lure Vic to his demise, but that could just as easily have been the old actress spectre we also see about. And speaking of Vic, while his death had a nice dramatic punch, not to mention the gruesome linger of his unreachable corpse, there's no point in the narrative where he ever gets to actually use his powers or service the story before also being axed early. And Sister keeps swinging between explaining how Annie works and telling Annie to stop doing the very things Sister just explained. And Cathy again doesn't get to do much involving her powers of spirit writing (which do play into the big climax, though I can't for the life of me explain how or why), and instead settles into being the pious Christian woman often escaping from horrors through the constant whispering of prayers.
As for the ghosts of the house, there's little rhyme or reason to any of their actions or tactics, or why certain ghosts appear to certain people, or behaviors or motives, most of which almost entirely negates the point of having so thoroughly established their backstories to begin with. And it doesn't help that the effects are a mixed bag. Yes, the sets are fantastic, the miniature of the full house is great, and there's some nice animatronic ghoul puppets (agree that the statue scene is a major highlight), but there's so many bad digital overlays and morphs and traveling mattes and whatever that is rippling under the rug, that never did I actually get scared during any of this, especially with the characters inconsistently blundering into their own demises like the type of cheap horror victims a massive production like this should be above. And what the hell was with that fake rat springing out at Nick!
Now for Steve and Emery, which were my favorite parts of the second and third episodes. Not because they were great, but amidst all the scattershot randomness, they at least had some interesting arcs.
Yes, Emery is annoying. He's really, really fucking annoying, and is one of those frequent occurrences of a part over-written by King colliding with an actor over-playing it, especially whenever his mother is involved. And yet, I don't entirely unsympathize with the character, because he is in a tough spot, forced wildly outside his comfort zone, and faced by visions his powers can't easily drive away. While he again overplays his antagonism toward Annie, whom he rightfully blames for being the psychic channel through which they're all being attacked and held, especially in a moment costing him half his fingers, it's a believable antagonism and plays a necessary part in the debate over what they should do now. It gets points for never quite going where I expect it to, with his attempts to kill her grinding to a halt when she animates an axe-wielding suit of armor to go after him, and it then becomes a story of him finally having to take action to escape his mother. His mother is handled horribly in this story, running around the woods shouting for an hour (along with the professor who never again should have reappeared), then tied to the floor shouting for an hour. Good lord did she shout a lot. But when she's trying to drag him into the house with her, that's a good moment and a nice end to his arc as he finally pulls away, and among those seen in the epilogue, I'm most happy to see he's grown and moved on from constantly spewing the misery he's suffered.
And as for Steve, it's not a complicated arc, but I like how he goes from the loser yuppie sleeping with the boss and eager to unload the family homestead to becoming the surprise protagonist, forging a connection with Annie and having to face the legacy of his ancestors who are also using him as a channel through which they continue to cling to the past and feed on the present. The romance between him and Sister isn't needed and falls flat, but he's a good anchor to keep the team focused and moving, especially when Nick is swept away by whatever the hell that thing in the carpet was.
Overall, it's a mess of a miniseries, and a huge step back from King's previous collaboration with Baxley, Storm of the Century. It starts off well, but then loses focus and completely falls apart. It never scared me, very little moved me, and by the time we reached the end, I'd already spent a good hour waiting for it to be over. It's just not good. It was interesting to see King's take on The Haunting of Hill House, and I do wish I could read that original screenplay he wrote, but the resulting miniseries is so scattered and drawn out that I'll gladly take the actual remake of The Haunting, as silly of a mess as it also is, over what we get here.
On a final note, I have read "The Glass Floor", King's 1967 short story (his first professional sale!), which served as inspiration for one of the room in the house. It's not a very good story, stumbling through some awkward character beats involving a dude investigating the death of his sister. But when he actually steps into the room, it's a great bit of visual prose as he experiences a maddening case of vertigo, as the mirrored floor also lies below a mirrored ceiling. Here, they do very little with the mirroring effect, which is further lessened by the lack of mirrors above and the CGI ripple to the glass which erases the effect of a perfect polish. Would love to see another crack at that sequence some day.
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Monday, March 2, 2015
Thoughts on removing clutter and the Popeye movie
Some time last year I had the realization that I had two options: start paying for a storage unit or start getting rid of things. I've had the collector's mindset for quite a long time, but my house is only so big and I can only hold on to so much. So I've been going through purges on and off, donating some things, putting others on eBay, or even just flat out throwing things away when necessary.
The process has not been as difficult as I originally thought it might be. I've found that I've lost that "gotta have it all" collector's mindset, and it's really helped. My biggest hurdle is that there are things, especially media, that I would like to review before just flat out getting rid of. The main project of the last few months are the DVDs, Blu rays, and video games that take up an entire wall in my living room. I'm skipping television series for the moment and focusing solely on movies. There are some I know sight unseen that I've either outgrown (Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back) or were an impulse purchase I really shouldn't have made (I went through a period of thinking I needed every Disney animated film, and I don't), but I'm also forcing myself to review old favorites to see if it's really a movie I need to have on hand to watch whenever I might want to.
Some movies are good, but just not something I'm going to return to. The first Pirates of the Caribbean film, for instance, is a really fun romp, and there's good parts in the sequels as well. But it just doesn't hold a lot of emotional importance for me, and the CGI effects are no longer as exciting to me as they were when new, and holy crap why did we think all movies had to be two and a half hours around the turn of the century. So since I had a hard time sitting through film one, I made the executive decision to get rid of all four. Similar decisions have been made down the line, as well as ones I kept without reviewing, because no way am I getting rid of the Indiana Jones trilogy.
Last night I watched Popeye, a film I had purchased on DVD because we had it on VHS when I was young and I remember us watching it repeatedly. Watching it again as an adult, I'm amazed I sat through it as a kid. The film just sort of meanders from scene to scene. I think they were trying to go for something that would recreate a bunch of Popeye shorts, perhaps, but he only eats spinach once at the very end of the film, so it doesn't exactly work. I think as a kid I must have mostly sat around waiting for the songs, which while not exactly the best musical score ever recorded, are quite cute and clever in places. Ray Walston and Robin Williams playing off each other toward the end when they finally meet again is also quite funny.
One of the pieces of advice I've seen in articles encouraging you to reduce your clutter is that the memories are far more important than the objects associated with them, and you don't need the object to keep the memory. That's certainly very true, but in the case of film, you have to admit that without viewing it, you're not always going to think of those things. So here's some recollections of what I remember about the Popeye movie:
That's not a very long list, I know, and that's probably why I won't be keeping this one. By comparison, I decided to hold on to Roger and Hammerstein's Cinderella, because that one is a lot more fun through out and has much better songs. It's another one I visited repeatedly on VHS as a child, but I think holds up a lot more to viewing as an adult. Short Circuit is another that will be coming up soon enough, and that one is going to be tough to decide on for very different reasons (hello, uncomfortable Indian stereotypes being portrayed by a white man, why did you still exist in the 80s?).
The process has not been as difficult as I originally thought it might be. I've found that I've lost that "gotta have it all" collector's mindset, and it's really helped. My biggest hurdle is that there are things, especially media, that I would like to review before just flat out getting rid of. The main project of the last few months are the DVDs, Blu rays, and video games that take up an entire wall in my living room. I'm skipping television series for the moment and focusing solely on movies. There are some I know sight unseen that I've either outgrown (Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back) or were an impulse purchase I really shouldn't have made (I went through a period of thinking I needed every Disney animated film, and I don't), but I'm also forcing myself to review old favorites to see if it's really a movie I need to have on hand to watch whenever I might want to.
Some movies are good, but just not something I'm going to return to. The first Pirates of the Caribbean film, for instance, is a really fun romp, and there's good parts in the sequels as well. But it just doesn't hold a lot of emotional importance for me, and the CGI effects are no longer as exciting to me as they were when new, and holy crap why did we think all movies had to be two and a half hours around the turn of the century. So since I had a hard time sitting through film one, I made the executive decision to get rid of all four. Similar decisions have been made down the line, as well as ones I kept without reviewing, because no way am I getting rid of the Indiana Jones trilogy.
Last night I watched Popeye, a film I had purchased on DVD because we had it on VHS when I was young and I remember us watching it repeatedly. Watching it again as an adult, I'm amazed I sat through it as a kid. The film just sort of meanders from scene to scene. I think they were trying to go for something that would recreate a bunch of Popeye shorts, perhaps, but he only eats spinach once at the very end of the film, so it doesn't exactly work. I think as a kid I must have mostly sat around waiting for the songs, which while not exactly the best musical score ever recorded, are quite cute and clever in places. Ray Walston and Robin Williams playing off each other toward the end when they finally meet again is also quite funny.
One of the pieces of advice I've seen in articles encouraging you to reduce your clutter is that the memories are far more important than the objects associated with them, and you don't need the object to keep the memory. That's certainly very true, but in the case of film, you have to admit that without viewing it, you're not always going to think of those things. So here's some recollections of what I remember about the Popeye movie:
- I remember thinking it was so odd that the film version of Popeye didn't like spinach when he always loved it in the cartoons. Even as a child, I was judging adaptations against their source material.
- This was, as far as I know, the first time I saw a proper reproduction of an octopus. I was so used to the cutesy simplified version you always see in cartoons, and I didn't understand why the one they used here looked so strange. His eye looks so very mean too, that even though it looks super fake to me now, I remember being scared of it then.
- Even though it's explained by the characters in the film, I remember asking my parents about Bluto's clothes turning yellow as he swims away in the final scene. "Why would it make his clothes turn yellow?" My extremely logical child brain wanted to know. Funny enough, the way Bluto sees Popeye, Olive Oyl, and Sweetpea all in red when he's angry didn't seem to bother me as much.
- There's a background cast member (I don't think he's ever named so I can't identify him via imdb) who Bluto smooshes down when he's angry. The scene was striking enough that he looks odd standing up straight to me. I also have really clear memories of the way the guy Popeye uses like a punching bag shaking. The attempts at making cartoon violence real in this movie are actually pretty freaky.
That's not a very long list, I know, and that's probably why I won't be keeping this one. By comparison, I decided to hold on to Roger and Hammerstein's Cinderella, because that one is a lot more fun through out and has much better songs. It's another one I visited repeatedly on VHS as a child, but I think holds up a lot more to viewing as an adult. Short Circuit is another that will be coming up soon enough, and that one is going to be tough to decide on for very different reasons (hello, uncomfortable Indian stereotypes being portrayed by a white man, why did you still exist in the 80s?).
Monday, January 19, 2015
My Current Role Model is a Talking Raccoon
It feels wrong to not have at least one post on here about Guardians of the Galaxy and Rocket Raccoon, considering how much I loved the film and the character since I saw it back in summer. Since the release on home video, I've been watching it multiple times. I have a stuffed Rocket, an action figure based on the comic version, and a toy that talks and shoots his gun while shaking violently. I created a board on Pinterest called the "Rocket Raccoon Appreciation Society" where I post various images and art I find on there that I really like. I listen to the soundtrack for the film while doing chores, or otherwise just because (though I always skip the pina colada song because I hate it). At a time when my interest in a lot of superhero films is dwindling, I fell in love on a level with something I haven't experienced in ages, and was honestly convinced I was too old to ever feel again.
For the movie itself, I really love its mix of action and comedy. I've been a fan of Chris Pratt on Parks and Recreation for some time now, and I love seeing his turn as action star now. Gamora is really the only character in the film who isn't funny, and it's clear she's meant to be the straight man in that respect. The story is fairly simple, but the characters are great and the outer space world they inhabit feels both real and vast enough to be interesting. It's also really touching, with the whole cast having a sympathetic arc that you can connect with. I'm a sucker for a story about outcasts, and this film fits that bill wholeheartedly.
And chief among them, the outcast among the outcasts, is Rocket. He is the only one of his kind (at least as far as its established here) and his genetic modification makes him quite the oddity. It also makes him hyper intelligent, which brings with it an awareness of exactly what he is and clearly quite a bit of depression as well. He's built a cold, callous shell around himself to portray the idea that he doesn't care about anyone or anything but himself (and maybe his best friend Groot) because the more distance you keep from others, the more you can save yourself from being hurt.
When we first see Rocket, he's holding up some kind of scanning device and judging the people of Zandar. He makes fun of hairstyles, he judges an old man for flirting with a younger woman, but the other judgement he makes stands out to me the most, for two reasons. He sees a small toddler holding his mother's hand walking down the stares and exclaims to him, "it's not cool to get help!" One half of that is pretty obvious, as Rocket has his own Napoleon complex and is probably not a fan of getting help thanks to his small stature. But Rocket is also an animal, and pre-genetically modified animals can regard human children as a separate species from grown ones thanks to the dramatic difference in size. It says to me there's a part of Rocket that still holds on to his original nature. It's an exceedingly clever thing for James Gunn to include in his characterization.
Obviously though, it's the other qualities that endear me to Rocket, and make me relate to him. I describe him in such a detailed way above because there's a lot of things there I struggle with myself. When Rocket mocks Drax with "Boohoo, my wife and child are dead!" Groot gasps, and maybe we're all meant to gasp right along with him, but I've been there, I've felt that righteous anger of "We've all lost people!" before. I understand Rocket's instinct to run to the farthest reaches of the galaxy to avoid the damage Ronan is soon to cause and damn anyone else. The fact that he chooses to help in the end is a source of inspiration to me to remember that it is best to, in StarLord's words, "give a shit."
I've watched the film repeatedly now not only because I like to laugh and sing along with the soundtrack, but because seeing Rocket take his journey from callous loner to compassionate hero is exactly the kind of reminder I need sometimes. I think that's why, at least so far, I haven't been as interested in the Rocket I've read in the comics, though admittedly I've only read the first two issues of his recent solo title. The way he's portrayed there doesn't show him nearly as wounded or as inspiring as his film inspiration. But I look forward to whatever the future films hold for him.
For the movie itself, I really love its mix of action and comedy. I've been a fan of Chris Pratt on Parks and Recreation for some time now, and I love seeing his turn as action star now. Gamora is really the only character in the film who isn't funny, and it's clear she's meant to be the straight man in that respect. The story is fairly simple, but the characters are great and the outer space world they inhabit feels both real and vast enough to be interesting. It's also really touching, with the whole cast having a sympathetic arc that you can connect with. I'm a sucker for a story about outcasts, and this film fits that bill wholeheartedly.
And chief among them, the outcast among the outcasts, is Rocket. He is the only one of his kind (at least as far as its established here) and his genetic modification makes him quite the oddity. It also makes him hyper intelligent, which brings with it an awareness of exactly what he is and clearly quite a bit of depression as well. He's built a cold, callous shell around himself to portray the idea that he doesn't care about anyone or anything but himself (and maybe his best friend Groot) because the more distance you keep from others, the more you can save yourself from being hurt.
When we first see Rocket, he's holding up some kind of scanning device and judging the people of Zandar. He makes fun of hairstyles, he judges an old man for flirting with a younger woman, but the other judgement he makes stands out to me the most, for two reasons. He sees a small toddler holding his mother's hand walking down the stares and exclaims to him, "it's not cool to get help!" One half of that is pretty obvious, as Rocket has his own Napoleon complex and is probably not a fan of getting help thanks to his small stature. But Rocket is also an animal, and pre-genetically modified animals can regard human children as a separate species from grown ones thanks to the dramatic difference in size. It says to me there's a part of Rocket that still holds on to his original nature. It's an exceedingly clever thing for James Gunn to include in his characterization.
Obviously though, it's the other qualities that endear me to Rocket, and make me relate to him. I describe him in such a detailed way above because there's a lot of things there I struggle with myself. When Rocket mocks Drax with "Boohoo, my wife and child are dead!" Groot gasps, and maybe we're all meant to gasp right along with him, but I've been there, I've felt that righteous anger of "We've all lost people!" before. I understand Rocket's instinct to run to the farthest reaches of the galaxy to avoid the damage Ronan is soon to cause and damn anyone else. The fact that he chooses to help in the end is a source of inspiration to me to remember that it is best to, in StarLord's words, "give a shit."
I've watched the film repeatedly now not only because I like to laugh and sing along with the soundtrack, but because seeing Rocket take his journey from callous loner to compassionate hero is exactly the kind of reminder I need sometimes. I think that's why, at least so far, I haven't been as interested in the Rocket I've read in the comics, though admittedly I've only read the first two issues of his recent solo title. The way he's portrayed there doesn't show him nearly as wounded or as inspiring as his film inspiration. But I look forward to whatever the future films hold for him.
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Friday, December 5, 2014
I Wrote This?! - a series reviewing my older writing - Static
This installment of I Wrote This?! is a mishmash of the last two, sort of. No, I didn't bring the dark elves into the same universe as the X-men and Batman, let's not get totally crazy. What I mean is that this is just a small piece of story, an intro based on an idea for a new character that I started and never picked up again. And it is still set in Claw's world and she is still ridiculously overpowered, even showing off a power or two that I don't think was ever brought up in that other story.
The date of the original wps file I have for this story is from 1998, though it may be from earlier if I made a few edits somewhere along the way. I imagine that's reasonably close though.
The date of the original wps file I have for this story is from 1998, though it may be from earlier if I made a few edits somewhere along the way. I imagine that's reasonably close though.
Friday, November 21, 2014
I Wrote This?! - a series reviewing my older writing - Unfinished drow story
The title for this series (suggested by Jak Locke as I am terrible at titles) is a good one because while with last week's entry it can be said in disgust, it can also be said in pleasant surprise. This week's pick is the latter.
In high school, I was exposed to the fantasy genre in depth for the first time. While I had seen The Last Unicorn and loved it as a child, I didn't see any of the girth of 80's fantasy films until the 90's. I also started reading R.A. Salvatore's Drizzt Do'Urden novels and particularly loved The Dark Elf Trilogy, with its in depth exploration of drow culture. An evil society full of creatures who cared more about ambition than anything else, ruled by women no less, absolutely fascinated me. While I loved the character of Drizzt, I was actually more fascinated by his father Zaknafein, who also didn't agree with drow ways but chose to live within the society and prosper as best he could. I eventually decided to try my hand at writing my own story set in the Underdark. I think I was either 16 or 17 when I wrote this, though I'm not 100% certain. With less to nitpick, I've just included my thoughts about this one at the end.
The girl walked down the crowded streets. Today was the dawn of her twentieth year. This held no importance to anyone except herself and her mother, because after all she was nothing more than a drow commoner. She wore a hooded cloak, which covered her completely, and those who past her saw only her red glowing eyes. She was on her way to the house she served as a soldier. It was only the twentieth house, not very formidable, but the matron mother was known to be gaining the favor of Lloth, the drow goddess. The girl cared little of this, as this was the third house she had ever served, and no doubt would not be the last.
Friday, November 7, 2014
I Wrote This?! -a series reviewing my older writing - X-men Mary Sue fanfiction
Ever since I abandoned The Hinges of Destiny, I've faced a bit of paralysis when it comes to my writing. I can't get over the idea that I failed at my dream of becoming a writer, and that specifically these characters I had created and tweaked for so many years were done. I'm trying my best to get past this fact and try again, but before that, I wanted to take a step back. Because the characters referred to as Elizabeth and Max in The Hinges of Destiny started out as Claw and Wolf respectively. Claw was 100% my Mary Sue insert into the worlds of fiction I was very much in love with at the time, and Wolf a companion character for her. I had never heard that term before, and would not hear it until I put this story online a few years later and a friend politely asked if that was what I intended this to be. It was pretty soul crushing at the time, but it was also an important step into my journey of building more realistic characters.
This story is pretty bad and probably one of the worst I ever wrote, but there's also glimmers of potential here too. Grammar, spelling, and spacing errors have been fixed, but otherwise the story has been left alone. Numbers in the story on the left mark the notes in the right.
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
Castle Rock Companion - Big Driver
With Noel visiting, we decided to do something a little different. I apologize for the length, being unscripted we go on a little long.
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