Sunday, November 9, 2008

A Statement About the Twilight Movie (A Post of Skepticism and Procrastination)

Well, we have already talked about the Twilight series as books, but we haven't yet talked about the impending film, set for release on 21 November.  This week Entertainment Weekly (themoviegirl's Bible) dedicated their cover to the subject (for the second time this year), and so I feel it is time for us to discuss it here.

Before I start, I want to reiterate my enjoyment of the books, and the fact that I plan to read them again in the future.  I have nothing against the books, but I am less convinced that they are classics worthy of such attention, than they are flash-in-the-pan filler for what was a gaping hole in the market.

Back to the movie.  17 million copies of the books have sold, mostly to girls and their moms, but also to a reasonable amount of boys.  17 million over the course of four books.  This is a lot, a great deal more than I or you will ever sell, and Stephenie Meyer has done very well for herself.  Again, tapped in to the market, etc.  That said, it does not bode well for big box office.  Most of people seeing that trailer, and most of the people who spend LOTS of money at the movies, are probably unfamiliar with the story.  Not that the story is a big draw for those people to begin with, but we'll get to that later.  

To start with, the choice of actors is a problem.  I have nothing against Robert Pattinson or Kristen Stewart, and I do not doubt they are the right choices for their respective roles.   The rest of the cast I find questionable, especially since there is almost zero recognizibility.  As a further draw for a film that has a built in (and not terribly huge) cult following, known actors needed to be cast who would help draw in the crowds.  The dude from Fastlane and Jane Doe from Grey's Anatomy do not exactly carry audiences with them everywhere they go (see: Elizabeth Reaser's recently cancelled CBS show).  There is not a single marquee name to show, even in cameo, in the movie trailer.

It is the job of movie trailers to tempt viewers into the theater.  They should give a taste of the story without giving away the whole plot.  A trailer should intrigue.  The Twilight trailers were really only "good" for people familiar with the plot of the book.  They show Edward and Bella, as well as the bland introduction of James and Victoria as The Bad Guys.  There is nothing indicating a deeper mythology, or even a presentation of a coherent plot.

Which brings us back to the story issue.  Twilight is a love story.  Plain and simple.  There is nothing wrong with a love story, but it is awfully hard to make a mainstream movie (or bestselling series) on that basis alone.  The "other" plot for Twilight is easy enough: rival vampires threaten Bella's life.  There is also the ongoing conflict between the vampires and the werewolves (hello, Team Jacob!), both territorially and for Bella's affections, but that doesn't take off, really, until the second book.  The "serious" threat, to everyone in the series, is also introduced in the second book, goes away almost entirely in the third, and is resolved so laughably in the fourth as to lose all credibility.  

I don't like the ongoing rivalry between Twilight and Harry, but there is honestly no comparison.

I don't wish bad things for the Twilight film, and I will certainly go see it, just as I will read the books again.  But I don't see that it will become the phenomenon it needs to become to spur further sequels.  And I don't think we'll still be talking about it a decade from now.

A Statement of Weakness

Hi Everyone-
I am officially feeling the NaNoWriMo Second Week Drag!
I've written enough that I am still more than "on course," but the past three or so days have felt completely uninspired both to write and by what I have written.

Statements of support ("You can do it!") and judgement ("If you don't do it, you will be a ginormous loser!") welcome.

Thanks!

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Monday, November 3, 2008

A Statement About NaNoWriMo

Just a quick note about beaucoup excitement in the month of November...
Aside from being the month containing my favorite holiday (hello, Thanksgiving!), November is also National Novel Writing Month.  This is an annual challenge, designed to encourage participants to write a 50,000 word novel over the course of the month.

So that's what I'm going to do.

I wrote about 7,100 words over the weekend (to finish exactly on time, we are told we need to write an average of about 1,660 words per day), but I was on a roll and, as was pointed out to me by the wise Lady Liberty, better to write more when you're in the zone than to worry about those days when you're not.

So encouragement welcome.  According to most participants, the second week is the hardest, so I'll probably be asking for some help next week.

That's all!

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

A Statement About Liz Lemon

I didn't "get" Sex and the City.  And I gave it a damn good try.  I watched the first season, and have probably seen a season's worth of reruns on TBS (I know they're watered down, but the idea is there) and I just... don't get it.  It might be my age, it might be that I don't live in a city (although I have, several times over the past few years), it might be that I would rather buy 15 DVDs than spend $300 on a pair of shoes.  But I digress.

The biggest problem I have with Sex and the City is that none of those women represented ME.  I know there was a brainy/cynical one and a romantic one, and I probably fall somewhere between the two.  But I never looked at any of them and saw myself.  I could relate to their problems occasionally, but that was about it.

Which is why I nominate Liz Lemon as my female representative to the Pop Culture Congress.  Liz Lemon, 3o Rock's own Mary Tyler Moore (although I have to confess, I don't know what that means) is ME.  And that's all there is to it.

First of all, Liz Lemon is gloriously weak.  Weak in ways that I (and girls like me) are weak.  She eats.  Constantly.  In fact, there is a rather spectacular cutaway in the season 2 episode called "Sandwich Day" in which she flips over a table, screeching "WHERE'S MY MAC AND CHEESE??" when the male writers under her employ have presumably stolen it and eaten it for themselves. (For those curious, I have that Mac and Cheese moment about once a week).  

Liz steps in to save her staff from the Head Honcho, Jack Donaghy, on a regular basis.  But when she herself makes a rather large error in judgement, she is happy enough to let her entire staff be questioned and accused and to turn on each other before finally confessing to Jack.  Of course, he knew it was her the whole time.

Another thing that makes Liz Lemon stand apart the complete lack of romance in her life.  This is not to say that she does not have boyfriends, or that she doesn't have sex (we know it usually involves being bribed with food and Uno foreplay).  Liz does not base her life around finding a romantic love interest.  When Floyd, the season 1 boyfriend, elected to stay in Cleveland without her, Liz returned for season 2, not depressed and bedridden, but ready for action (with the exception of the whole wedding-dress-buying incident).  30 Rock is not about Liz finding a boyfriend or love or any of that.  It's about Liz, her crazy job, and trying to live her life around it.

This is further emphasized by the 4 males immediately surrounding Liz on a regular basis, all of whom have zero romantic prospects with our heroine.  Nor, it should be mentioned, do they want them.  Jack is her boss and wants to help "better" her life and self-esteem; Pete is her loser producer who moves in with her after his wife finds out he didn't have a vasectomy; Tracy is the insane (actually insane) star of her show; and Kenneth is the quasi-adolescent NBC page who follows her around like a puppy hungry not for Liz herself but for the opportunities her presence can bring.

The final reason Liz Lemon is my kind of character is that she is absolutely, without question, unhesitatingly nerdy.  This is a girl who has no time to pay attention to what she's wearing (as Jack often points out).  Star Wars references abound (especially when Jenna, the other star of Liz's show, tries to tell her that "Men don't like girls who watch Star TREK," "WARS!!" Liz corrects vehemently.)  Liz is also the fearless propagator of exclamations like "Nerds!" and "Blerg!" and "Monsters!" and, on several occasions, tells people they can "eat my poo."

In long, I adore Liz Lemon.  On the television landscape she is the character who represents me, the way I think, and the way I do things.  Enough said.

Friday, October 24, 2008

A Statement About the New Look

Cheers to Lady Liberty for our sexy makeover!

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

A Statement About Why I Am Not Sure About Fringe

Full disclosure:  I would follow JJ Abrams to the ends of the earth.  Felicity, Alias, and Lost are among my favorite shows (the latter two I watch on a regular basis in their entireties).  I severely dislike Tom Cruise and went opening weekend to see M:I3.  I am a Star Wars fan for life, but I will be there opening weekend for Star Trek  in May.

But I am not sure about Fringe.

It's not the plot that I am concerned about.  Something about the X-Files meets Alias theme tells me that this could go on for a while, and with a mythology that is at once intriguing and a bit more accessible than say, Lost or Alias.

I am not concerned at all about the characters, although it is strange that for once the female character is the least compelling of them all.  It is not like an Abrams heroine to play second banana to anyone, much less two men.  But there can be no question that the good doctor and his son are the bread that makes the sandwich.

It's not even the unlikely Boston locale that unsettles me.  I mean, seriously?  THAT much supernatural activity in that state?  Hell, in that part of the country?  At least Alias held to its main conceit and sent Sydney Bristow all over the world.  The least they could do is send the operatives all over the country.

No, it is not any one of these things that makes me hesitate to fully embrace and obsess over Fringe.  It is all of them put together.  There is something not quite right, something not quite gelling, that gives me serious pause.  It might be that the main actress, Anna Torv, is not grabbing me, a rare thing in an Abrams find (the man is pretty much batting 1.000 on finding gorgeous, compelling new talent with actual talent).  Because the actress is not grabbing me, the actor is, and Joshua Jackson is the best part of the show.  And the girl is not even matching him.  Which might be the point... she is the serious government type, and he is the sarcastic know-it-all with no loyalties.  Maybe.  But I don't like it.  And even Sydney Bristow with her two dead fiances and rogue mother and dead friends had a sense of humor.  There is something off about Fringe, and I cannot quite put my finger on it.

And so, I remain skeptical.