Cars

I probably wouldn’t have seen Cars in the theater had a friend not called me and invited me to go. Well, to be fair he suggested we see a movie, and I suggested Cars, as there was nothing else particularly appealing, though I do feel some obligation to see An Inconvenient Truth, if only to remind myself of what I am already all too aware of.

In any event, as we went into the theater, it occurred to me that I had seen every single Pixar film since Toy Story. My next thought was to organize them by my opinion of their quality, but other than deciding The Incredibles was my favorite and Toy Story 2 was probably the best one, I abandoned the enterprise as the worthless nerd speculation that it was.

I will say that I think Cars is one of the lesser Pixar movies. It’s on par with Monsters, Inc., which I also found just a bit underwhelming—though in both cases, I think Pixar may be a victim of their own success. Cars is a much better animated film than a lot of recent releases, but it’s not as good as their best work.

On the roads of Cars, there are no passengers and no drivers—just cars. Cars with shiny Fisher Price-like paint finishes, vaguely creepy eyes, and (in some cases) even more creepy back tattoos. While the film looks beautiful, I’m not sure the design of the anthropomorphic cars quite works, especially around the eyes.

The story is straightforward and, for anyone who watched a lot of television as a kid, very familiar. Lightning McQueen (Owen Wilson) is a hotshot rookie race car with an ego bigger than Bigfoot (the monster truck, not the cryptid). While traveling across the country to an important race in California, he gets lost on the famous Route 66 and ends up in a two-car (well, dozen-car) burg, where his resulting freak-out causes so much property damage that the local judge forces Lightning to repair the road before letting him resume his cross-country trip.

During his time in town, he makes new friends (such as sleek Porsche Sally Carrera, played by Bonnie Hunt, and the rusted-down truck Mater, voiced by—this is how he’s billed on IMDb.com—Larry the Cable Guy), discovers an incredible secret about the judge, Doc Hudson (Paul Newman), and discovers that maybe, just maybe, there’s something to caring about people—eh, cars—other than himself.

It’s very standard children’s stuff, and it’s indicative of an overall issue with Cars—much more than its predecessors, it feels like a film for children. There’s a dearth of the adult in-jokes that peppered the previous Pixar films, leaving a very stripped-down storyline. It almost feels like a Disney animated film from the 1950s or ’60s—a major change from the futuristic milieu of The Incredibles. There’s just not a lot to chew on here. The film provides some good, if simple, lessons about selfishness, egotism, and hard work.

What’s perhaps a bit more troubling is the preachy nostalgia about the “lost paradise” of 1950s-era middle America. More than anything else, this feels like slight pandering to a middle American audience. Between young children and middle America, this may be the most demographically-targeted of the Pixar films thus far, and that’s unsettling.

Story aside, I must admit that Pixar continues to improve artistically and technologically. There are many breathtaking landscapes in this film, and plenty of small touches, from the completely believable way a tractor flips over (“tractor-tipping”) to the smooth, shiny look of a new-paved road. Those Pixar folks are getting very, very good.

The voice work is, as usual, very good, with Larry the Cable Guy channeling the late Jim Varney for the voice of Mater, a broken-down truck who steals much of the film. I also enjoyed Jeremy Piven’s cameo as Lightning’s unseen agent and Pixar staple John Ratzenberger as Lightning’s carrier truck, Mac.

Pixar’s next film is Ratatouille, about a French rat obsessed with gourmet food. After that, I hope they bring us Brad (The Incredibles) Bird’s long-postponed animated project Ray Gunn, a noir about a futuristic private eye (think Blade Runner meets The Maltese Falcon).

Last Comic Standing

Since I currently find myself with excessive amounts of free time, I stopped by my parents’ house yesterday with the intention of retrieving my old comicbooks. My main period of comic collecting (aside from Hellboy in the last year or so) was 1991-1992; it began with Wolverine #41 and ended with X-Men #20, from what I can tell. In any event, I knew my old comics were buried somewhere in our terrifying cluttered attic. I went up there, fully expecting to spend the next two hours climbing over boxes and generally making the attic an even worse mess, when, to my shock, I discovered my father had cleaned the entire attic. At first I thought this might be a bad thing; I’d had a vague notion of where my comics had been. To my surprise, it only took me about thirty seconds to find the comics box.

Looking over those old comics was an interesting experience. I was a fan dead-center in the period where artists were very much trumping writers; the comics I was reading were being plotted and even written by the likes of Rob Liefeld and Todd McFarlane. Bleh. Some of these comics had decent writers—Larry Hama on Wolverine, Chris Claremont on X-Men, Peter David on Incredible Hulk—but for the most part this was a very style-over-substance era. I’ve also been reading old collections of 1960s comics, where Stan Lee ended every line of dialogue with an exclamation mark, but the dialogue in many of these comics is much worse—like a buffoonish caricature of Lee’s expository-heavy style.

In light of my recent resurgence of interest in comics, I’ve started flipping through some recent Marvel and DC comics, and even picking up a graphic novel or two. My feelings are mixed. On the one hand, the writing is definitely better, now that we’re in the Writer’s Age of Comics (Warren Ellis, Brian Michael Bendis, Neil Gaiman, Joss Whedon, Mark Millar, Grant Morrison, and so forth—I leave out Alan Moore only because he hasn’t written much lately). But my God, are these companies obsessed with their superhero worlds, what with the Infinite Crises and Civil Wars. Every comic has ten characters in it, be they villains or heroes.

Am I old-fashioned because I’d like to read a story where Batman foils a normal human terrorist, or Wolverine, say, sneaks into Iraq to save a Canadian captive? I’d like to see some small-scale stories and some good characterization. Maybe that’s happening in some places…J_Stone informs me that DC has been quite good lately. I’m not as fond of the DC characters, except maybe for Batman and/or Superman, but I could try them. Unfortunately I don’t really like the concept of the Ultimate Marvel universe…I can’t really say why, other than I just prefer the mainstream world.

Of course, I really haven’t bought many comics lately. I keep telling myself I’ll buy various series when they come out as trade paperbacks, and in the meantime I’m enjoying myself more by reading old 1960s and 1970s comics alongside my goofy 1990s ones. But for a good perspective on why people like me have mixed feelings about today’s comics, check out this excellent article by Greg Hatcher: A Friday Spider-Epiphany. Hatcher’s theory is that

There’s two groups of fans reading superhero comics right now, the illusion-of-change fans and the real-change fans, and each one is absolutely convinced that the other group is going to destroy their beloved superheroes. And it terrifies them, because they both love comics fiercely, and neither can stand the idea that they might get taken away. So each group is constantly yelling at the other to for Christ’s sake STOP it, d’you have any idea what you’re doing? I suspect that this underlies a lot of that free-floating fan anger out there. This is why so many comic book message boards have the social niceties of Mad Max’s Thunderdome.

I think Hatcher may be on to something here. For instance, the only Marvel or DC comic I’m reading regularly at the moment is Wolverine: Origins, which I’m trying out solely because it features Wolverine back in the brown costume I first encountered him in. So where does that put me? I suspect I prefer the illusion of change to real change. I agree with Hatcher, if you want to make real changes, create a new character (as Mike Mignola did with Hellboy) and maybe even a new universe (like Ultimate Marvel or All-Star DC). (That said, I loved what Peter David did with the Hulk during his run—joining the three personalities into one—and I always thought it was a shame they brought back the dumb savage Hulk, cool as he is.)

New review: The Rundown

Usually I’ll be posting new reviews on the main blog, but since this movie came out three years ago, I simply added it to the review category. You can read the review here: The Rundown.

666

No, this isn’t a commentary on the Mark of the Beast—rather, it’s a birthday shout-out to my good cousin and friend Ed of The Ed Zone. Ed turns—well, I don’t actually know but I assume it’s in the early– to mid-thirties, meaning he is now firmly ensconced in the life decade associated with 1980s television dramas (that’s thirtysomething for those of you who have no idea what I’m talking about, which, since I never watched the show, arguably includes me).

Growing up, Ed was always one of my coolest cousins. He had a bedroom with spaceship wallpaper (it may even have been Star Wars), lots of toys, and he introduced me to what would become a lifelong passion: cheesy Godzilla movies. He also gave me a very awesome 2-foot-high Godzilla toy, which I had the pleasure of returning to him a few years ago at his wife Andrea’s first baby shower.

Other fond memories of Ed include watching his high school performance in Annie and trading Simpsons references ad nauseum at countless family gatherings. And of course there’s the infamous bath story, which has livened up many a family holiday.

So today, Ed, I offer you the toast I saw last night on Good Eats: May all your joys be pure joys, and all your pain champagne.

Reviews galore

I spent the greater part of the day adding a library of my old movie reviews to the site—reviews that go all the way back to my college days in 1999. I did it all rather quickly, so I’m sure there will be some broken links and other errors–please leave a comment if you see one so I can fix it.

Reading them now, especially the older reviews, I can see that they’re in some places a bit naïve, but they make for good reading and practically doubled the amount of site content. Included are my infamous negative reviews of The Matrix, Fight Club and The Phantom Menace (all of which I still stand by), as well as some puzzlers—I saw Anywhere But Here? and Drop Dead Gorgeous? and Arlington Road? I can’t remember anything about Arlington Road except that Tim Robbins was in it.

Feel free to comment on the reviews, but realize that I may not be willing to go to bat for them anymore—again, I was never a professional reviewer (well, except for a couple months in summer ’03), and I was even more clueless then than I am now.

Big Mac

Sean has written a post about the current Apple ad campaign over on OB1og. Go read it. It’s not very long. I’ll wait right here.

Have you read it all? Good.

The ads star, as Sean so aptly put it, “the slacker kid from NBC’s underrated series Ed—wait, wait…you are probably more familiar with his role in Dodgeball,” as representing a Mac, clad in jeans, a rumpled T-shirt or jacket, and an attitude. The PC is represented by a balding guy in a tweed suit and glasses. How delightfully ironically satirical in its obviousness! The Mac guy spends his time talking about all the stuff his computer can do that the PC can’t—most of which is misleading at best—and the PC guy ends up looking like he needs to find a phone and call that other purveyor of irritating television ads, Enzyte.

If you haven’t seen the ads and enjoy being annoyed, you can watch them all here.

If was the fifth or sixth time we saw one of the ads that DG said she found them irritating. I agreed wholeheartedly. Most people don’t like to watch people being humiliated. It makes them uncomfortable. I know people who refuse to watch Bush’s (rare) unscripted press conferences for this very reason. Although, the success of reality television does seem to go against this conventional wisdom somewhat, I’ll admit.

Usually, however, when we watch someone pick on someone else, it makes us uncomfortable and creates negative feelings toward the bully. This is how I feel when I watch the hapless guy in the tweed jacket get subtly mocked by Justin Long. You just know the poor guy has a hard enough time without carelessly-clad twenty-somethings making him look like an idiot. This isn’t some alpha male corporate executive jackass, this is the poor schmo in Accounts Payable who’s been passed over for promotion three times and has to deal with irate vendors all day.

Frankly, I’m not sure who these ads are supposed to be appealing to (except to the people who already use Macs, as Sean suggests), but I am sure that I don’t want to know the type of person they appeal to–smug, condescending people who believe making employees wear suits is a crime against humanity. I’m no fan of suits—as many family, friends, and people I just met can attest—but I don’t hold anything against those that do.

All that said, the ads might have worked if, instead of a harmless-looking drone, the PC guy was represented by a power-mad executive type who’s made to look like a fool. People would love that. But maybe that idea hit a bit too close to home for the Mac execs…

X-Men: The Last Blurb

(Note: Yeah, I said my “blurbs” would not be real reviews. Apparently I lied. Sosumi.)

It’s rare that I get out to the theater to see any movie these days, what with $10 ticket prices that include ten minutes of ads followed by enough film trailers that by the time the movie comes on, I’ve forgotten what I was there to see. It’s even rarer that I get out to see a movie on its opening weekend. But rarest of all is that beast known as the midnight showing. I can’t remember the last midnight showing I went to (if ever).

But somehow, someone convinced me to see X-Men: The Last Stand, a.k.a. X3 in the theater. The third and allegedly final entry in the film franchise that begin with X-Men in 2000, X3 appears to have done very well for itself this weekend, opening with a whopping $44 million take for Friday alone. How long can this go on, I wonder? We seem to be smack dab in a superhero movie fad, as disaster movies were the big thing from the mid-to-late nineties (Independence Day, Volcano, Dante’s Peak, Hard Rain, Deep Impact, Armageddon, Godzilla, and the king of them all, Titanic–the Poseidon remake was about ten years too late). We’ve got Superman Returns later this summer, a Batman Begins sequel in the works, and Marvel has a pile of films coming soon (including Spider-Man 3, Ghost Rider and sequels to Fantastic Four and 2003’s ill-received Hulk). There’s even a plan for a film featuring X-Men‘s Wolverine in a solo adventure, which seems a lock now, given the success of X3. How long will the superhero vogue last? I give it until at least 2008–ten years after the release of Blade, the film that started the Marvel film revolution.

But I digress. How is X3? Well, suffice to say that the official reviews by people who are paid to review movies are, in a word, mixed. The film has a rather dismal 52% rating at Rotten Tomatoes, but from what I can tell, the word-of-mouth among fans and non-fans alike seems fairly positive.

The first two X-Men films were treasures, blockbuster films that were better than they had to be. Most of that is due to director Bryan Singer, who made his name with the avant-garde hit The Usual Suspects and then immediately set about making superhero films (much like Christopher Nolan, who went from Memento to Batman Begins, much to the chagrin of cultural gatekeepers such as David Denby). But Singer left X3 to do Superman Returns, which at least one critic likened to Johnny Damon leaving the Red Sox for the Yankees (for those not in the know, the X-Men belong to Marvel Comics, whereas Superman is the flagship hero of their biggest rival, DC Comics). Singer was replaced by Brett Ratner, whose previous achievements included the two Rush Hour films and the Silence of the Lambs prequel Red Dragon.

I was a bit concerned about Ratner, but I think he did the best he could with the script he was given. I don’t think X3 is the hateful mess that, say, Walter Chaw does. It is, however, a bit of a mess, with too many characters, too many unresolved subplots, and too many themes to be explored in its brisk 104-minute running time.

The story, with minimal spoilers, is as follows: the U.S. government has come up with a “cure” for mutants using the mutation-cancelling powers of a mutant boy called Leech. Magneto (Ian McKellen), the anti-hero/villain of the first two films and a Holocaust survivor, believes this amounts to a form of genocide and organizes a mutant rebel force to storm the government complex (on Alcatraz, no less) and kill Leech. Opposing Magneto’s Malcolm X is his MLK-like former partner and friend, Professor Charles Xavier (Patrick Stewart) and his students, the X-Men.

There’s also a subplot involving the fate of Jean Grey (Famke Janssen), who was apparently killed at the end of the second film. And there are many, many other subplots, which I won’t go into detail here, except to mention the two better ones: the introduction of fan-favorite X-Man Kitty Pryde (charming newcomer Ellen Page), who can phase through walls, and the triangle that develops between her, Bobby “Iceman” Drake, and Rogue (Anna Paquin), whose mutation prevents her from ever touching anyway. The idea of a “cure” is a tantalizing one for a mutant like Rogue.

Newcomers include Beast, played by an ideally cast Kesley Grammer, a mutant with fur as blue as Grover and a sesquipedalian vocabulary. Beast serves as a secretary of mutant affairs on the presidental cabinet and is a former student of Xavier. There’s also the Juggernaut (Vinnie Jones), a super-strong mutant who can’t be stopped–by anything–once he gets up a head of steam.

Returning from the previous films is the slithery Mystique (Rebecca Romijn), Cyclops (James Marsden, who’s in very little of the film owing to double-duty in Singer’s Superman Returns), Storm (Halle Berry, who gets a lot more screen time in this one, for better or for worse), and of course Wolverine (Hugh Jackman), the Canadian son of the soil who can produce nine-inch steel claws from his knuckles.

Wolverine was a minor character introduced in an issue of The Incredible Hulk as “the first Canadian superhero” who went on to become one of Marvel Comics’ most successful characters (after the Hulk himself and, of course, Spider-Man). Singer somehow found the ideal Jackman and cast him in the role, and by X3, Wolverine has become the franchise’s main character (and Jackman arguably the most bankable actor, except for perhaps McKellen). Personally, I think Wolverine works best either solo or as a supporting character in a team book–not as the protagonist of a team book–but Jackman brings enough to the character that he’s able to carry the films.

That said, there’s still a lot to nitpick in X3. The story is rushed and much more plot-based than either of the previous movies. There are very few of the wonderful, low-key character moments we got in the earlier films and a much heavier emphasis on action (including an entirely superfluous action sequence with Wolverine in the forest). X-Men was virtually action-free, as superhero movies go; X2 upped the ante nicely and probably struck the right balance between characterization, plot and action; and X3 gives us mostly action, with some plot and a wee bit of characterization.

The greatest disappointment is Janssen’s Jean Grey, who has virtually nothing to do for most of the film, and what she does do has no clear context or motivation. Fans of the famous “Dark Phoenix Saga” from the comics will be justifiably dismayed by its handling (or lack thereof) here. The film also completely shortchanges the long history between Grey and Cyclops from the comics in favor of focusing on the more popular Wolverine/Jackman.

However, I will say this: the filmmakers have guts. Much like the largely forgettable Terminator 3, X3 is the weakest of the franchise’s three films, but redeems itself somewhat by going for broke in a way most summer blockbusters wouldn’t dare. If you’re not sure what I’m getting at, let me say this (spoiler alert):

There’s a good reason the next film will be a Wolverine solo flick.

Pearl Jam^3

So thanks to my very good friend Mollie, I was able to see Pearl Jam last night, thus continuing my streak of seeing them every time they’ve come around since my first concert in 1994 (the famous Orpheum concert, which singer Eddie Vedder referred to more than once last night).

They played a good assortment of songs, opening with “Release” and then kicking into “Severed Hand.” They toned it down on the first encore with a couple of Bob Dylan covers in honor of Dylan’s birthday, “Forever Young” and “Masters of War” (which Mollie was particularly pleased with). Overall, though, it was an energetic set, with the second encore featuring a number of rockers, including “Spin the Black Circle” and “Comatose” before wrapping up with Neil Young’s “Rockin’ in the Free World.”

I was glad I got to hear live versions of “Comatose” and “Gone,” two of my favorite songs on the new album. I missed “Rearviewmirror” and “Parachutes,” though. Overall, a great performance from PJ as usual.

I was talked into seeing a midnight showing of X-Men 3 tonight, so I’ll have comments on that next time.

Pearl Jam^2

Last Thursday I ended up driving all over southern Mass. (long story), but it afforded me the opportunity to give Pearl Jam’s new self-titled album the kind of listen it deserves. Ever since Vs., I’ve never liked a Pearl Jam album on the first run-through. Ever. Some are easier to love than others—Yield and Binaural, for instance—but every time, I go in hoping against hope that PJ will have taken a page from U2 and put out a really great-sounding, commercial album; and instead I discover they’ve put out a thoughtful, artistic record with some great tracks, but rarely a single even close to “Even Flow” or “Alive” (though their two biggest hits ever were actually “Better Man” off Vitalogy and their cover of the creepy sixties hit “Last Kiss”).

In any event, I listened to the album twice over the course of my journey last week, and over the next few days I found some of the riffs and lyrics echoing in my head; a sure sign that I had gotten used to the album. I never know whether I like an album by PJ or anyone else on the first listen; I have to get to know it, like a new friend.

Pearl Jam is indeed a more aggressive album than much of their fare since Vs., but I wouldn’t say it rocks more than, say, Yield. My cousin Mike, a diehard PJ fan, said the album reminded him of Vitalogy. I can hear that in there, especially with “Comatose,” whose verse riff reminds me of the chorus riff for “Spin the Black Circle.” Also, the hook for “Severed Hand” sounds a little too much like the opening of “Porch” off Ten. Where are the spine-tinglingly epic hooks of “Alive” or “Even Flow” or “Jeremy” or “Rearviewmirror”? Even this “aggressive” album feels subdued next to their first two.

But a lot of the commercial, metal edge I’m looking for is in the mixing, not the music (for example, had Binaural been entirely mixed by Brendan O’Brien instead of Tchad Blake—and heavily promoted—I think it could have been a monster hit…for pete’s sake, “Breakerfall” wasn’t even a single!). Now that I’ve listened to Pearl Jam a few times and gotten over my initial disappointment that Pearl Jam again refused to clone Ten, I think this is one of their better albums. It quickly leap-frogged Vitalogy, No Code and Riot Act in my estimation, and it may even beat Yield to be my number two favorite (after Binaural; and I’m not counting Ten or Vs., because they’re classics and I’ve listened to those albums a million times).

As for the songs themselves: let’s see. “Life Wasted” is a good, straightforward rocker, as is “World Wide Suicide.” “Comatose” won me over with the riff during the line “Comatose with no fear of falling,” and once I got past the similarities with “Porch,” “Severed Hand” is definitely a lot of fun. “Markers in the Sand” is my current skipped track. I’m not sure what it is; the tempo is all wrong, the riff is a little wimpy; it’s just not my thing. However, I love the Beatles-esque “Parachutes.” Definitely one of PJ’s catchier tunes of late.

I didn’t like “Unemployable” when I first heard it on the radio, but coming after “Parachutes” seems just right, and I like the story Vedder tells. “Big Wave” is a wonderfully dumb rocker, a rarity for Pearl Jam, and it may be my favorite on the album. I could do without the “Wasted Reprise”; I wish Pearl Jam would stop with these indulgences on their studio albums (“Aye Davanita,” “The Color Red,” and so forth). “Army Reserve” was another one I had to get used to, but the lyrics won me over. Then out of nowhere is “Come Back,” a bluesy torch song by lead guitarist Mike McCready and Vedder. The album wraps up with “Inside Job,” which I haven’t really heard often enough to develop an opinion on.

For this fan, Pearl Jam is definitely an improvement over Riot Act, but it’s not quite as good as Binaural. Still, it’s great to have some new Pearl Jam, and even better, I get to see them at the whatever-they’re-calling-it-now Garden next week…

EDIT: I forgot about “Gone.” Another one I wasn’t sure about initially, but has now grown on me…I like the subtle opening with the build-up to the chorus. A depressing song, though.

I’m also wondering what the next single will be. I think it should be “Parachutes,” or maybe “Gone,” but for some reason, my instinct tells me it will be “Army Reserve.” PJ doesn’t seem to pick the most radio-friendly singles, for whatever reason. “World Wide Suicide” was a better choice than usual.

ToyFare #107

Issue #107 of ToyFare magazine hit the stands today, with two pieces I wrote. One is my usual “What’s In Stores” section (page 107), and the other is an Onion-style joke news article, “FCC says ‘Heck no!’ to Hellboy” (page 14), in which the FCC forces Hellboy to change his name to “Heckboy” to make it more family-friendly.

You can find ToyFare at comic stores and some hobby shops, or you can order a copy here when they put it up on the site (they usually allow online orders a month or so later, after it’s had time to sell out on the stands).

I also wrote three of the “Classified Ads” on page 15 (the Oz-themed ones, as in Wizard of).

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