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Minefields

24 Tuesday Jan 2017

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My editor attests to how much I love metaphors, yet I’m frustratingly literal.

I don’t play semantics because I’m being difficult; I’m trying to understand what the hell you mean.

Of course, amid all the mixed messages and my terrible fear of conflict, this is why I don’t leave the house.

Review: FINAL GIRL

18 Wednesday Jan 2017

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abigail breslin, alexander ludwig, final girl, homage, horror, meta, movie, wes bentley

final_girl_updated_posterThe best meta-horror works as both meta and horror (see SCREAM), and it’s hard to say how well FINAL GIRL reads to a viewer who isn’t a horror fan. As a concept – comely blonde teen girl plays vigilante to misogynistic killer teen boys – FINAL GIRL is not necessarily new, and we’ve perhaps seen it done better (see BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER). But that doesn’t rule FINAL GIRL out as a worthy addition to the female-revenge fantasy subgenre,  of which there will never be enough, in this horror fan’s humble opinion.

The film opens with horror known Wes Bentley (P2) interviewing a little girl after her parents died to determine whether she’s a good candidate for an unspecified Program where he’d train her for an unspecified Mission. The little girl shows minimal emotional distress at the death of her parents, indicating at least borderline anti-social personality tendencies to match the emotional detachment of the trainer in question, whose own state of mind is revealed to have traumatic roots.

Shift to little girl Veronica grown up in the form of another horror favorite Abigail Breslin (a standout in her first film, M. Night Shyamalan’s SIGNS). Taking a disaffected tack, Breslin and Bentley unsettle, but the viewer will eventually realize that the style continues throughout the movie – these detached, damaged loners are no more fully human than the young men they hunt. Takes a maniac to catch a maniac, and all that. But driven by Bentley’s characters compass of righteous violence,  perhaps we are meant to at least be glad they’re fighting for the right ‘side.’

It’s no coincidence that the director chose to film the whole movie in disaffected noir style, set vaguely in the 1950s but with cocktail dresses and suits from more modern times. The brief training sequences are set in a warehouse without a stitch of extraneous furniture – a chair here, a bed, concrete as a bunker and expansive as a warehouse, with a government-issued older man instructing a young woman (age indeterminate, as adept at appearing fourteen as twenty-five, though Breslin was around nineteen when the movie came out) in a black cocktail dress and undeniable and deliberately uncomfortable sexual tension driven not by the man but by the manipulative sociopath who has nonetheless bonded with her captor.

A less than hopping diner in unappetizing yellow/brown tones straight from a Hopper painting. Bright lights through the black forest as though the moon could cast such light and shadow, spotlighting victims in white and pursuers in suits as well as Veronica in predatory red and innocent china face.

Cue, blonde bait to the pack of wolves in 50s dialogue yet modern accent. My favorite part of the whole movie is when we’re introduced to the wolf pack gathering together to fleece the rabbit. We get beautifully noir images homaging Hitchcock and A CLOCKWORK ORANGE, among other notes I couldn’t distinguish. Exquisite use of light and shadow, which is true through the entire movie, but especially stylistic here. The movie might as well be black, white, and sepia except for Veronica’s red dress and lips.

Alexander Ludwig (Cato in THE HUNGER GAMES) plays true to type, and he plays it well, the gleeful sociopath – attractive, also blond, and the clever foil to our homicidal Girl Friday. SPOILER When he lights up at the sight of her in the woods during the hunt, after seeing what she’s done to his other boys, you truly believe he’s found a kindred spirit far worthier than his wolf pack compatriots, a much more appropriate love story than the one between girl and trainer (and still a better love story than TWILIGHT, jk).

I enjoyed the movie much better in my second viewing, perhaps because I could appreciate the style, which is net greater than the substance of the story. But aside from some underwhelming fight scenes (I think Breslin did most of her own stunts, and the lack of perceived power behind the blows shows and doesn’t quite work as choreographed violence like a dance), this little bit of meta-horror pays beautiful, disquieting, trippy tribute to the last girl standing.

(Don’t) Speak Up

16 Monday Jan 2017

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evil, inauguration, injustice, not a poet, poem, president, protest, racism, silenced, social justice

Speak up when you see injustice.
Silence is consent.

But not now, not later,
Not that way, not that place,
Not that platform, not that forum,
Not the time, not your place.

Not you.

Generation Gap

11 Wednesday Jan 2017

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I’m dead tired of millennial jokes and millennial bashing. Not only are the jibes far from true in my experience, but most of the differences between generations seem far more developmental than generational. Even then, there’s not a hard difference. (Want me to tally up the ways my Gen X parents are more millennial than me?) The fact that older generations have been denigrating newer generations for millennia suggests that the problem is unlikely millennial.

Narcissism isn’t a millennial disease. I assure you, if any generation in the past had had the capacity to document their lives so publicly, they would have done so—and they did their best, through patronage of the arts that immortalized their images in bronze, marble,  portraiture, and eventually photography, at great personal expense.

Anti-social behavior isn’t a millennial disease. We have always sought solitude from the crowd in the midst of a crowd. Before smartphones and laptops, my anti-social drug of choice was books.

And I have always found it the height of ignorance when the generations that raised the generations they’re insulting don’t apply their biting commentary on themselves. We were kids, damn it, and we didn’t appreciate the participation trophies. The only awards I’ve ever kept are the ones that actually represented achievement. Believe me, when I got my fifth-place ribbon, I knew it meant I had lost the race.

If you think we’re too sensitive, congratulations, you taught us to feel empathy. Just because you can’t tap into it yourselves doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing. Not that the irony is lost on me when people become frothing madmen in the name of combating oversensitivity. Forgive me for caring about the feelings of others. I’ll work a little harder on that bitter, detached disillusion I’ve been developing.

I’m not even going to get into the basement-dwelling and laziness stereotypes. Better writers than me have arranged pixels on how millennials were deftly maneuvered into a financial pit of vipers via student loans and cost of living outstripping salary increases, plus a dearth of entry-level and mid-level jobs for the skill sets we were encouraged to take by advisors who had grown up in a very different world—plus the continued devaluation of the service positions that are available. Side hustles, pyramid schemes, leaning in, multiple streams of income, despair that sends us spiraling into fictional worlds… these are symptoms of the underemployment disease, not solutions.

It’s not that I lack a sense of humor. (Oh, believe me, the idea that I lack sense of humor is patently ridiculous—ask anyone who has witnessed one of my laughing fits.) I am more than willing to laugh at myself. But your jokes illuminate neither truth nor absurdity within any sort of jester’s legacy.

In short, it’s that the jokes just aren’t funny.

Well-Behaved

07 Saturday Jan 2017

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feminism, introduction, laurel thatcher ulrich

Oft misquoted in intention, Laurel Thatcher Ulrich said that “Well-behaved women seldom make history.” The comment was less a call to misbehave than an indictment on male-centric history that erases women’s achievements and significance.

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