Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Sliders Slid.
Premiering in 1995, Sliders had a fairly simple premise. Stripping away the science fiction elements that explained how it worked, Sliders was simply this: four people travel together through parallel Earths. To give more background, Quinn Mallory, played by a then-only-known-for-'Stand By Me,' Jerry O'Connell, had discovered a way to open wormholes between worlds, and brought along with him on his trip his girlfriend Wade, Quinn's college professor Arturo, and Rembrandt "The Crying Man" Brown, a struggling blues singer who happened to be driving by. During their first "slide," Quinn's device was damaged and they were no longer able to control where they slid to, thus creating the driving force of the show, not unlike Quantum Leap, of hoping each "slide" would be the one to take them home.
The series started off very strong, presenting several interesting versions of what history would be were it not for a few important details. Some episodes dealt with alternate outcomes of wars, presenting an earth where the Russians had taken over during the Cold War, and one where we had lost the Revolutionary War. Others were more socially concerned, like a world where women were the dominant sex. Some were a little more complicated, for example a world where corporate negotiations are handled with western style gunslinging, and a world where following the assassination of JFK, J. Edgar Hoover was elected president and declared martial law, creating a present day where Rock and Roll never happened, the Constitution has been banned, and police offers all wear pleated skirts in honor of the alleged-crossdressing of Hoover. Despite the absurdity, they were good episodes with some really interesting points about the fabric of history. It was even possible to overlook the fact that far too often, they would "happen" to land on a world where one of the four sliders was really famous, including a world where Rembrandt was basically Elvis.
Then the Kromaggs came. In late season 2, the sliders encountered a world that was under an alien invasion by a race called the Kromaggs. By the end of the episode, we discover that the Kromaggs are actually sliders themselves, and come from an alternate earth where they evolved to be the dominant species on earth instead of humans. It was a fairly decent episode, however it is considered by most fans of the show to be the moment when the show jumped the shark. By the end of the series' 5 season-run, the Kromaggs went from being a one-episode indulgence to being the dominating storyline on the show. They became the main antagonist, something which really had not even existed in the original premise, as the conflict was always focused on the world being visited.
In Season 3, FOX took control of the show away from its creators, moving production from Vancouver to LA and shifting the focus of the show to become far more action-oriented, eventually forcing out show creator Tracy Torme (Mel's Son). Wanting to make the show appeal to a younger audience, FOX fired John Rhys-Davis, who played Arturo, killing off his character and replacing him with the younger, hotter, Maggie Beckett, played by sexploitation star Kari Wuhrer. The absence of input by the original creative staff was obvious as the majority of alternate earths in Season 3 were blatant ripoffs from movies and books, including the Time Machine, The Island of Dr. Moreau, and Anaconda. After doing unspeakable damage to the show, FOX promptly cancelled it.
Two more seasons aired on the SciFi channel, but despite occasional attempts to restore the show to its original premise, the damage had been done. Cast changes were rampant, with Sabrina Lloyd, who played Wade, left to do Sportsnight, and was replaced for a season by Jerry O'Connell's real-life brother Charlie, who played Quinn's long-lost brother Colin. Then both brothers left the show, Colin being written off as simply "lost in the vortex," and Jerry being replaced by another actor, creating the most complicated example ever of the "Darrin Syndrome." The details are still a little fuzzy to me, but it involved an alternate double of Quinn whose mind was merged with the original Quinn, creating a new character referred to as "Mallory." Only Rembrandt Brown lasted the entire run of the series, odd as he was also the only character on the show who had not slid willingly.
The show that started with a simple, creative premise, devolved into one of the most convoluted messes to ever be unleashed onto the television viewer, and I don't think any other show has ever made me as angry at its fall from grace. It is because of my experience with Sliders that I have developed a much weaker tolerance for shows that fall out of my favor, why I stopped watching Prison Break as soon as the premiere of season three showed me nothing I wanted to see, and why I took Grey's Anatomy off my DVR in the mess of storylines that followed the "ferry crash" storyline.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Worst Title.. Ever
But since then, the sky has been the limit on how long a movie title seems to be allowed to be, and they all have to have a sub-title. The Seeker: The Dark is Rising. Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer? (it should be pointed out that the movie did not feature the Surfer "rising" as much as "arriving.") The newly announced Terminator sequel being planned is: Terminator Salvation: The Future Begins, which is basically two sub-titles together. How about "Terminator 4: Salvation" Not nearly as pretentious as the new one, and it maintains the continuity of the other 2 sequels, which while includng a subtitle, still maintains the classic number system. Even my beloved Indy. Coming out this summer is "Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull." Really? Why not just 'Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull'? Doesn't seem any less impressive to me and is less of a mouthful.
One thing I admire about the James Bond series in its titles is that by virtue of having been around since the 60's, they never got into the bad habit of putting "James Bond:" before every title. And yet Bond fans seem to have no trouble finding them. Props to Christopher Nolan for his new Batman, simply titled "The Dark Knight" and not "Batman Begins: The Dark Knight" or some other such silly name. People aren't so stupid that they won't recognize that a movie is a sequel without having the name of the original in the title. Would National Treasure: Book of Secrets have made any less money had it simply been titled "Book of Secrets"? I doubt it.
Bond is on my shitlist right now though because of their newest title. "Quantum of Solace," really? Maybe the worst Bond title ever. It doesn't even sound like an action movie. And before anyone calls me on it, yes, I know that it is an original Fleming story title. It still sucks. "View to a Kill," "Live and Let Die," "Goldfinger," "Diamonds Are Forever," those are good names for Bond movies. "Quantum of Solace" is even worse than "The World is Not Enough." It is a good thing "Casino Royale" did away with the opening song being a titular song, because I would pity the poor band that had to write the "Quantum of Solace" song.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Try on Dresses with me
I'll admit it. Despite being a somewhat cynical, heterosexual male, I do have a soft spot for romantic comedies. I am certainly willing to shoot down the ones that are absolute crap, such as Kate and Leopold, or Maid in Manhattan, but I also have a very hard time turning You've Got Mail off when it comes on my HBO. So armed with a light, since-Roswell crush on Katharine Heigl and a close lesbian friend who serves as a great fake girlfriend, I found myself at a screening of 27 Dresses, the new romantic comedy from writer Aline Brosh McKenna.
The movie has not been very well reviewed, and I went in with very low expectations. With that in mind I did enjoy it. I have not been very impressed with the slate of RomComs that have been dumped on us in the past few years, with such absolute driven as Must Love Dogs and A Lot Like Love, but I was able to enjoy 27 Dresses despite a couple of script errors, and the blatant even to me anti-feminist notion that the importance of its protagonist as a person seems entirely wrapped up in whether or not she can find herself a husband. An odd contrast from McKenna's previous film, the adaptation of The Devil Wears Prada, which commented on the struggle of women to hold power without isolating themselves from human connection.
A few things are out of whack in the script; I am willing to overlook the flawed logistics of the opening sequence where Heigl hires a cab to commute her between two simultaneous weddings, as it is an effective way of showing us the lengths she will go to in an effort to give every bride she knows what they need for their weddings. However one major plot point of the movie is that James Marsden, as a writer for the "Commitments" section of a popular newspaper, attends weddings and interviews the bridal parties for his column, yet Heigl, the maid of honor at a wedding he is writing about in the beginning, does not know who he is when they meet. Also, Heigl's character is painted as having basically no social life, being at the beck and call of her boss whom she secretly loves, yet she apparently knows enough people to have been the maid of honor or at least a very involved bridesmaid in 27 weddings so far. Where exactly did she meet all these other women, when it seems her only friend in the world is the perennial best-friend Judy Greer? (Greer is brilliant, as always, I should add.)
The reason why it does work is the chemistry between Heigl and the male romantic lead Marsden, who I am rarely a fan of, which is an actual believable romantic connection, unlike the attempted chemistry between original object of Heigl's affection, Edward Burns, and her sister played by the human bobblehead doll Malin Akerman (seriously, what school of acting did she go to that taught her your head must always move whilst talking?) As much as I am a fan of Burns, I really only think he works as a tough Irish cop or taxi driver, and always seems to fall short as someone who is supposed to actually be loveable.
The movie makes use of two way over-done romcom staples, that being the clothing-montage and the group singing scene, yet somehow they both work and do more than just fill time between banter. I will confess to being something of a sucker for an earned sing-along scene; I will defy any one to try and shake my love of a bus full of 70's musicians singing Tiny Dancer, and indeed I quite enjoyed this movie's rendition of Benny and the Jets. The sing along scene, which takes place in an upstate New York dive-bar, also contains perhaps my favorite extras in any movie ever, so noticeable in how much they are enjoying the singing of Marsden and Heigl that I began to watch them more than the leads.
One thing the movie does that I found myself very impressed by is that in the climax, our protagonist does something that is absolutely wrong of her to do, regardless of how awful her sister is. Typically in a movie such as this, a move in the same part of the script is something done with the best intentions or even more often, as is the case of most Ben Stiller movies, the result of things happening that make their own efforts fall apart, Heigl's character does something that is nothing short of personal sabotage, and I have to give a bit of applause to McKenna for taking that direction, of making us see our heroine as someone who can actually do something cruel or manipulative and selfish without making us hate her for it.
Because of that, and stellar performances by Heigl, Marsden, Greer, and those extras, I wll give 27 Dresses a B-.
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Thursday, January 10, 2008
3 Show Monte
The first was the FunnyBone, where I was MCing, there I pretty much have to do a tight ten minutes, of stuff I know is solid and will work, because it's a very established club and you have to make sure the people get the show they expect when they buy a ticket. The next was a feature spot at a show my friend booked in Clintonville, about 15 minutes away, and I did about a half hour there, which still had to be somewhat polished, except it was a bar and the crowd was much smaller and so I was able to have a little more freedom to mess around with them a bit.
Finishing off the night was the weekly show at the Surly Girl Saloon on high street. It was a rare night for that show too in that there weren't a lot of comics but there was a big crowd, so myself and a few others, we were told to just do whatever time we wanted within reason. The Surly Girl has very much become my workout room, it's the place I go to just try out stuff and sort of goof off onstage. As a result it is the stage I feel the most comfortable on, and often have the most fun with.
It was funny too, when I was onstage I told a story from when I worked at my old job and a woman telling a technician that her son hadn't sodomized his ipod (true story.) and this girl in the crowd just mutters "what's sodomize mean?" Later I found out this same girl had appeared on the TV series "Beauty and the Geek." One of the other comics got her autograph, which to me, seems like the absolute most wasted use of paper and ink ever, but whatever.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Mark Harris and the Sci Fi problem
So I concede that Mark Harris is not an idiot, and is a guy who in general knows what he is talking about. However, I have to take him to task on what I frankly consider to be an irresponsible column published recently in the magazine, regarding the state of Sci-Fi today. The original piece can be read here.
Here’s the thing, it’s not so much the subject of Harris’ column that I take issue with. I totally agree with him that science fiction is in a bad way and has been for a few years. What bothers me is that the group he chooses to target with the blame for where it is: namely the people who create it. Really, Mark? You think J.J. Abrams and his Star Trek reboot is the problem with science fiction? Remember, as powerful as Abrams is, he still had to have his project greenlit.
See there’s the rub. Your argument is flawed the second you say in your column that sci fi’s problems cannot be measured at the box office. It absolutely can. I am Legend not withstanding, it has not been a great few years for science fiction. You want innovation and new ideas? Look no further than the groundbreaking TV series Firefly, and its movie adaptation, Serenity.
Despite a fiercely loyal cult following, the show was axed by Fox not even halfway through its first season, and even though the movie had a by comparison low budget of $40 million, it didn’t turn a profit in theaters, earning an estimated $38 million worldwide. Or how about Alfonso Cuaron’s Children of Men, made on a more expensive budget of $76 million, and being hailed specifically as a new artistic vision of the future (ok, admittedly loosely based on a novel) it only earned a worldwide gross of $68 Million. It would seem there are new ideas, just a little bit of trouble selling them.
And that’s why when you look at the most successful science fiction at the box office in recent years you run into things like I am Legend. Let’s face it, it didn’t do well because people said “ooh, Sci Fi.” People said “ooh, Will Smith fighting monsters.” So say you’re the head of a studio. Someone comes to you and says, hey I have this new idea that will challenge and reinvent the genre, or I have the Casino Royale of Star Trek. Which one will you go with? Ok, but which one do you think MOST studio heads would go with?
What is killing science fiction most right now is a cowardice of movie studios to gamble on what isn’t a safe bet. When I bring up Serenity in conversation most people have never heard of it, and the same goes with Children of Men, but everyone has heard of say, Fantastic Four 2. I have no doubt in my mind that had the public been more aware of these movies, had they been blitzed with promotion the way a certain Will Smith movie was, they would have been bigger hits. Or at least someone writing a column about Science Fiction may have been aware of them.