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[Movie] Yesterday

I knew I had to see Yesterday the minute I saw the trailer. It had such a fun concept–the power goes out all over the world, and when it comes back up, failing musician Jack Malik (Himesh Patel) finds himself on an alternate Earth where the Beatles (and a few other random things we find out about over the course of the movie) simply never existed. Jack, who mostly remembers all of the Beatles songs, is faced with a choice: should he “write” all of those famous songs again and take that success for himself? The trailer already tells you that yes, he does. Hijinks ensue.

It’s a really fun, sweet movie that still has a lot to say about the value of art and the feeling of being an imposter–though in Jack’s case, his imposter syndrome is very real, considering he didn’t actually write the songs he’s selling. The film also does a great job of showing what a difference finding a willing audience makes. Arguably, Jack’s songwriting is not terribly brilliant on his own, but we still see him struggle through some tepid gigs where he’s being ignored when he’s playing his stolen Beatles songs. What starts getting the Beatles music back out in the world are two events: First, he’s lucky enough to find one person who really gets in to what he’s doing (Gavin, who helps him record demos and get his music out on the internet), and second, he’s lucky enough to fall on the ear of someone much bigger than he is (Ed Sheeran) who puts him in front of an audience that actually wants to listen. That’s when things take off.

I know it’s a conceit of the movie (and it’s getting put in every synopsis) that Jack’s success is an overnight thing, and it’s all carried on the backs of the brilliant songs that he didn’t actually write. But from the perspective of someone who has been laboring in the word mines for a while, that’s a very simplistic view–and the movie at least subtly acknowledges it. Jack’s a total, unknown failure… until he suddenly isn’t. Arguably, the Beatles songs are what finally bumped him into “being noticed” range, but if he couldn’t have performed them worth a damn, the words wouldn’t have done him any good either. Mostly, it puts me in mind of how many writers I’ve seen being touted as “overnight” successes when they’ve been chipping away at the thing for years. It’s all about getting the right piece in front of the right person at the right time.

Also, I’ll admit right here that I had no fucking idea what Ed Sheeran looked like, and didn’t realize he was playing himself until the credits said so. Go ahead, laugh. But I sure do have a lot of respect for Ed Sheeran and his sense of humor about himself, now.

A lot of the emotional focus of the movie does end up being about the relationship between Jack and his “manager” Ellie (Lily James), who has been carrying a torch for him for years. Once Jack starts to get famous, Ellie feels they’re no longer on equal footing… and also knows that he can’t give her the sort of relationship she wants. I had a lot of respect for Ellie knowing what she wanted, and not compromising on it. I have less respect for the movie later hitting on the “public declaration of love” trope, which is one I really dislike.

All in all, though, a very sweet movie, and one I thought was a lot of fun. I’ll also admit I’m enjoying watching music nerds rehashing SFF nerd discussions about ripple effects in alternate histories. This is probably one where the less you know about music history, the more you can just enjoy it and cheerfully ignore the flaws in the central conceit.

There is a thing or two more I will mention, but they are SPOILERS, so do not read further if you don’t want to be SPOILED.

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Maybe it’s just bad writing

In general, I don’t have opinions about Game of Thrones because I haven’t watched it and I haven’t read it, and I don’t particularly care to. And yet my attention was drawn to this piece at Wired: Why the Writing in Game of Thrones Season 8 Feels Off

Reader, I am annoyed. Miffed. One might even say, irate. I have no opinions about the writing quality of any season of this show, obviously, though I know there are sure a lot of opinions floating around out there because I’m a human with a smart phone and a Twitter account. What has my back up here has nothing to do with the Game of Thrones bit and everything to do with what the author of the piece, Daniel Silvermint, points to as the culprit.

It all comes down to how stories are crafted, and for that, we need to start with two different types of writers: plotters and pantsers. Plotters create a detailed outline before they commit a word to the page. Pantsers prefer to discover the story as they write it—flying by the seat of their pants, so to speak. Both approaches have their advantages. Since plotters know the story in advance, it’s easier to create tight narratives with satisfying conclusions. But that amount of predestination can sometimes make characters feel like cogs in service of the story. Pantsers have an easier time writing characters that live and breathe. They generate the plot by dropping a person with desires and needs into a dramatic situation and documenting the results. But with the characters in charge, pantsers risk a meandering or poorly paced structure, and they can struggle to tie everything together.

…really.

And his conclusion is:

In so doing, the showrunners moved as far to one end of the plotter/pantser continuum as Martin is to the other. They weren’t trying to resolve every character arc or pay off every last bit of world-building. They knew the destination Martin had in mind, they understood the dots they had to connect to get there, and they wanted to maximize fan entertainment along the way.

So apparently, Game of Thrones is now bad because George is a pantser and the showrunners are plotters and thus they’ve made the characters unutterably shitty and ignored development in the service of plot.

Here, I will offer an alternative reason for the season pissing so many people off: Maybe it’s just bad writing.

I know that writers at times like to pop off about their particular take on process, and some might want to start yet another iteration of the plotter versus pantser wars on their social media of choice because it’s great for getting engagement numbers. People talking in terms of if they’re a plotter or pantser when addressing process is easy shorthand when you’re on a panel at a convention and well aware that no one wants to hear you gush for ten straight minutes about how you in particular like to monkey around with your words. But frankly, setting this up like a dichotomy between “plotter” versus “pantser” is a gross oversimplification of something that is a full spectrum, one that writers often move back and forth on depending on what they’re working on, or if they’re trying to challenge themself, or even where in their career (or their book) they’re at.

Frankly, as someone who tends to be more on the plotter end of the spectrum, I feel rather personally insulted by the caricature of how writers who do this work. The point of writing a story is that you have to find a balance of plot, character, and pacing for the story that you want to tell. Acting as if outlining plot is wholly divorced from character reads to me like a massive misunderstanding of how one outlines; obviously I speak only for myself now, but much of the plot comes from the characters, and requires understanding them, and you’re damn right that I rewrite my outline if the characters demand it. Sure, you can use an outline that treats characters as pawns for you to shuffle around the chess board, whether the move makes sense for them or not.

But you know what that’s called? Bad writing. If your outline forces the characters to act in ways inorganic to them, it’s a bad outline and it should feel bad.

When you really dig into Silvermint’s thesis, beyond the irritating plotter/pantser redux, the more troubling implication is that there are story types or flavors that are inherent to a basic process. That, if you pick up a novel, you can tell by reading where the writer falls on the plotter/pantser scale, and that a story written by, say, a plotter would be inherently impossible for a pantser to pick up and effectively continue.

I do think it’s probably possible to tell something about a writer’s process if they’ve done it poorly. If the novel feels like you’re watching characters get dragged by the ankle through set plot points while carrying the idiot ball, all right. Failure mode of plotter right there. If you read a novel and it’s utterly disjointed and the plot doesn’t really get you from point A to point Z, then you can probably safely bet it was the failure mode of pantser.

But note what I said: Failure mode.

Writing is an art. We create something that is supposed to be greater than our process. One might argue that if we do our jobs right, all of the horrible mechanical bits should be entirely concealed because you’re so distracted by the excellent edifice we’ve built. The story is the towering, shining superstructure and you, the reader, should have no idea about the absolutely hideous foundation we cobbled together beneath. Hell, that’s even related to one of the perennial discussions about the Best Editor Hugo category–how do readers judge when someone’s done a good job as an editor, when if they’ve done a good job it means their work is invisible?

When I’ve read a good book or a good short story, I cannot tell if the writer was a pantser or a plotter, and I daresay most other people can’t either. Everyone makes a lot of hay out of George being a pantser (or gardener, in his lingo), but the reason anyone even knows that’s how his process works is because he told us that it had gotten him in a spot of bother with the books. Seriously, if someone picked up A Song of Ice and Fire and had no idea who George was or anything about him, would they really be able to toss his book down after finishing it and proclaim, “Well, that was definitely some excellent pantsing”?

Give me a fucking break.

Trying to pin this on basic process is, frankly, an insult to writers. Maybe the writers on Game of Thrones were in a tight spot because they had a limited number of episodes, but whatever thing has fans upset is not an inevitability of having a process where someone writes an outline. If the issue is that they’ve been allowed too few episodes and have too much to wrap up, then the triumphant return of pantsing wouldn’t magically expand the length of the season. If they asked for too few episodes, if they had a bad plan, then it’s not that failure was destined because they’re plotters touching the sainted product of a pantser, it’s that they needed to write a better fucking outline.

No matter the personal process used, every writer is capable of producing some utter crap, so maybe call it what it is: bad writing.

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[Movie] Detective Pikachu

And lo, I saw the Detective Pikachu movie even though I don’t really go here. My exposure to the Pokémon canon basically starts and stops with Pokémon Go! because I’ll take any excuse I can get to do some extra walking. (I used to play Ingress, actually, but the Go players are way less intense and scary and I count there not being a chat feature as a serious bonus.) I mostly went because my housemate has been playing Pokémon since forever, and her enthusiasm’s pretty infectious.

It’s cute, y’all. It’s really, really cute. I am particularly susceptible to uncanny valley CGI, and Detective Pikachu actually managed to skirt around that totally. The only pokémon I found particularly creepy were Mr. Mime and Lickitung, and… I’m pretty sure they’re supposed to be creepy. The film is also gorgeously shot; it was done in 35mm instead of digital, and the colors are just rich and wonderful. Apparently the cinematographer wanted it to look like Blade Runner and I cannot tell you how much I love the juxtaposition of the two films in my head now.

The plot’s pretty simple: Tim Goodman (played excellently by Justice Smith) has been long estranged from his police detective father–and has also given up his childhood dream of being a pokémon trainer to become an insurance adjuster. Then he’s brought to Ryme City, where pokémon and humans coexist as equal partners, by news that his father has died. When he goes to clear out his dad’s apartment, he discovers a mysterious substance… and a dear-stalker-wearing pikachu who can talk like a human (Ryan Reynolds, in particular) and insists they need to work together to investigate the disappearance of Tim’s dad. Along the way, he meets news intern Lucy Stevens (Kathryn Newton), who is looking for story to break.

Like I said, it’s cute. The plot isn’t particularly twisty, and it doesn’t have to be. It’s there to get us from pokémon to pokémon, and it works. What I was really impressed by was how well and succinctly the film handled world-building and information dumps that really didn’t feel like information dumps. As someone who wasn’t really into the games, I know I definitely missed some in-jokes. But at no point was I ever lost about what was going on. I’ve been reliably told there’s one sort of pokémon versus pokémon fight that didn’t quite work mechanically, but who knows, maybe that was even a thing in there to give the nitpickers something to have fun with.

So yeah. Fun, kids safe, still amusing for adults. Not much more I could ask for. Well, except for one thing, which I will put behind the cut because IT’S A SPOILER.

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[Movie] Avengers: Endgame

This post is nothing but atomic spoilers for Avengers: Endgame

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the twilight zone tv

The Twilight Zone: Replay and The Comedian

Two more episodes of the new The Twilight Zone, which is to say that I watched the new one from this week and finally got around to watching the first episode. Neither of them are exactly subtle, which is a-okay; I think particularly with “Replay,” there’s a need to not allow the audience plausible deniability with a veneer.

Replay: Lawyer Nina Harrison is taking her son Dorian to the HBCU Tennyson, where he’s going to major in film. They keep encountering a terrifyingly racist state patrolman, and Nina uses an old camcorder to rewind time to try to find a way out of the situation, which escalates with every iteration.

The Comedian: Comedian Samir Wassan basically makes a deal with the devil in order to gain success. The deal is the twist, so I don’t want to spoil it here.

SPOILERS FOR EVERYTHING below the fold.

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The Twilight Zone: Nightmare at 30,000 Feet

By total accident, I watched the second episode of the new Twilight Zone first. Which I think is fine, since it’s presumably all one-shot episodes anyway. And I think this was a good one. In Nightmare at 30,000 Feet, an investigative reporter named Justin Sanderson, who is still recovering from having seen some serious shit in Yemen, finds an mp3 player with a mysterious podcast on it in his seatback pocket after boarding a plane. The podcast purports to explore the mystery of how the very flight he’s on disappears shortly after takeoff. Justin, as you might imagine, is concerned.

It feels very classic Twilight Zone, and it’s got so many callbacks in it to the famous William Shatner episode, Nightmare at 20,000 Feet. (Look, it was another time and the airplanes were not as cool back then.) And the episode damn well knows what expectations its setting up with that title and twists them around in really interesting ways, with about the same amount of “oh god I can’t watch this because this person is making such a spectacle of themself oh help.”

SPOILERS BELOW since I want to mull about the theme of the episode and how it differed from its predecessor.

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A Place for Spoilery Us Screaming

I’m going to put all my screaming about this movie in the comments of this post, because it contains ATOMIC SPOILERS. If you want to read my non-spoilery short thoughts, I made a public post on Patreon about it here.

(Comment moderation has been temporarily turned off so people can talk more freely. Please no one make me regret it!)

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Apollo 11

The US space program and more specifically the first moon landing (Apollo 11) has gotten a lot of play in various films and documentaries because it’s a Really Big Deal. As much as I love basically everything adjacent to the space program (hello, Hidden Figures) I gave First Man a miss because I didn’t really feel like it was going to tell me anything new or interesting about the event.

Apollo 11 is a little different. It’s not a feature film that promises to have its female cast mostly staring anxiously at the radio. It’s a documentary, rather than a fictionalization of a well-explored historical event. There have also been quite a few space program documentaries… so what makes this one worth seeing?

I’m not going to claim that I’ve seen the breadth of all Apollo 11-related documentaries, but this one certainly feels different. It comprises almost entirely original (and beautifully-restored) footage and audio. The only additions are little things like name labels to let us know who people are, or countdown clocks, or velocimeters to give context to just what acceleration or braking mean at particular points. There are a few times we get simple line-drawing illustrations of what a maneuver the capsule is about to do looks like, since there’s no exterior footage. There’s some music, which occasionally drowns out the audio for dramatic effect in a way that works rather than being annoying. Apollo 11 viewed on the big screen is probably the closest any of us who weren’t born before the launch can get to actually experiencing it.

It’s history, relying only on its inherent drama rather than anything added. It’s a massive compliment to the director and editor that even though we already know how the mission goes before we ever set foot in the theater, it still feels tense and dramatic and like the massive undertaking that it was. The documentary isn’t just interested in what’s going on in the capsule either; we see people buying Krispy Kreme donuts and Cokes as they wait for the launch. We get low-res camera footage of technicians checking a leaking valve before launch. We spend a lot of time in the tense focus of mission control. And we see a different angle on Neil Armstrong as he goes down the lander’s ladder than most of us are used to seeing. Be prepared for some serious Space Feelings. It’s beyond worth seeing. If you’re like me, it’s borderline spiritual.

The end of the documentary is a quote taken from John F. Kennedy’s Rice Stadium speech about going to the moon. And again, it’s not everyone’s favorite soundbite from the speech. Instead, it’s:

But if I were to say, my fellow citizens, that we shall send to the moon, 240,000 miles away from the control station in Houston, a giant rocket more than 300 feet tall, the length of this football field, made of new metal alloys, some of which have not yet been invented, capable of standing heat and stresses several times more than have ever been experienced, fitted together with a precision better than the finest watch, carrying all the equipment needed for propulsion, guidance, control, communications, food and survival, on an untried mission, to an unknown celestial body, and then return it safely to earth, re-entering the atmosphere at speeds of over 25,000 miles per hour, causing heat about half that of the temperature of the sun–almost as hot as it is here today–and do all this, and do it right, and do it first before this decade is out–then we must be bold.

https://er.jsc.nasa.gov/seh/ricetalk.htm

It’s a deliberate film, and it’s a deliberate quote to end on. Apollo 11 is about the United States undertaking a task that, when described, sounds absolutely ridiculous and impossible. It’s a task we know that we achieved, on one hand for uglier reasons of Cold War fear and national pride and on the other, for the lofty stated goal of peace for all mankind. Apollo 11 comes at a time when we are faced with far larger, more frightening, more immediate, and more existential challenges, and it reminds us that we are great, and creative, and we can do damn near anything we put out minds to. From 50 years in the past, it offers us a vision of what we can do.

Then we must be bold.

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The Feminism of Captain Marvel

Surprising no one, I fucking loved Captain Marvel. I’m tentatively saying it’s my third favorite MCU movie after Thor: Ragnarok and Black Panther, but I’ll need to see it a few times to be sure. It’s kind of arm wrestling with Captain America: The Winter Soldier. Which it honestly has a lot in common with, in the sense that it has an incredibly strong emotional arc for the main character, and in Captain Marvel’s case, it’s not your typical someone struggling with becoming a hero and the responsibilities of their newfound power thing that happens in most first movies for a superhero character.

This is because when we first see her, Carol Danvers is already a hero. She’s already powerful. And she knows it. It’s not about her trying to slot newfound power into an identity she already has, but rather her fighting bare-fisted to establish her own identity around what everyone else wants her to be.

I’m not here to talk about the cinematography of the film or the fight scenes or the rest of it. If you’ve seen an MCU film before, you already know what you’re getting in that regard. What I want to talk about is how feminist the movie is. And I mean REALLY feminist, and not in the superficial way we’re used to seeing “feminism” and female “strength” depicted in action properties that more often than not involves a male director and a male writer deciding that the best way for a woman to be strong is to put on leather pants and commit a lot of violence, unsubtly rejecting femininity as a whole.

This is not to say that Carol Danvers is particularly girly as a character. In fact, she’s depicted as being quite a tomboy. But the point in Captain Marvel is that her being a tomboy who grew up with dirt in her hair isn’t what makes her powerful. It’s just part of who she is, and there’s no judgment on it either way, from the character or through the lens of the film. Her ability to commit violence and the raw power she has access to, while useful, is also very much not the point.

But what I really want to dig into means SPOILERS. So continue at your own risk. Or go see the movie and come back, I’ll still be here.

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The Bill Maher Guy

I’ve been watching in a kind of weird amusement as people have been yelling at Bill Maher for being a total asshole yet again, this time about comic books. And this is not to denigrate people who are pushing back. I’m in definite agreement that comic books are a valid literary form, and it actually is important when assholes have opened their ignorant shit-spewing orifices that some people take time out of their busy day to say, “Um, no.” Because it can be important to not allow a false sense of agreement to be created via silence.

That said, man it is never a surprise when Bill Maher is an asshole (for a tour of his greatest hits, just Google his name plus islamaphobia, misogyny, or antivaccine), and at this point I’m kind of wondering who the hell is listening to him any more that isn’t a Bill Maher Guy. Which is to say, That Guy Who Thinks Quoting Bill Maher Is Somehow A Valid Move In An Argument.

I’m not sure if the Bill Maher Guy is a well-known and recognized subtype of  douche at this point. I’m mostly familiar with the him because the Bill Maher Guy was ubiquitous to gatherings of skeptics and atheists back when that was my thing.

And it’d go something like this:

Bill Maher Guy: *says something sexually creepy*

Me: I’m not comfortable with that.

Bill Maher Guy: You’ve just been trained by our horrible puritanical society to be an immature baby about sex. If you were enlightened and free like me, you wouldn’t have these stupid ideas.

Me: I don’t have a problem with sex, I have a problem with you disrespecting my comfort level.

Bill Maher Guy: *quotes Bill Maher*

Me: Oh hey look there’s a person over there I need to talk to, bye.

Like every. Fucking. Time. I wanted nothing to do with Bill Maher long before he had his own HBO show because he apparently loved saying shit that gave creepy assholes philosophical cover for acting like someone having boundaries means they’ve been societally brainwashed to not have a super sexy hot tub threesome with you and not because, I don’t know, they just don’t want to fuck you or your friend. 

Let me tell you how super fun it is to have someone that’s been staring at your tits for the last twenty minutes try to gaslight you with the idea that it’s not that you find them creepy, it’s just that you lack intellectual rigor and haven’t really examined the horrors that living in a Christian-dominated society have pressed upon your psyche. That your “no” is just a symptom of your incapacity to think deeply about your own sexuality, which they obviously understand so much better than you after a conversation with your breasts, and therefore not a valid expression of control over your own body and intellectual space. Oh, and have a mocking quote from Bill Maher to really press home the idea that you’re an immature, sad little person who must just giggle at the idea of pee-pee parts for not wanting to indiscriminately suck dick.

There are a lot of reasons I dropped out of organized skepticism, mostly involving time and money. But the way the Bill Maher Guys kept multiplying in those spaces made it really fucking easy to reprioritize my resources to other venues. (Related: I really recommend Alexandra Erin’s Twitter thread.)

From what I’ve seen, Bill Maher’s brand has always been about creating pseudo-intellectual cover for people who desperately want to believe they’re the smartest person in the room and think the best way to prove it is by denigrating others. His vision of what it means to be an adult in society, watermarked with ‘empathy is for losers‘, is as damaging in its own way as his position on vaccines. And if you’re trying to battle it out with Bill Maher Guys about comic books, good luck and god speed since in my experience they aren’t even interested in understanding the simple sentence that is: ‘No.’