Jurassic World-So, How Does a Sailor Get Known as a Dinosaur Wrangler?

Really, how does a sailor get to be the go-to guy for animal wrangling?  How many jobs do they have in the US Navy that even involve animals?  Dog handlers?  Maybe a select few horse experts?  Some veterinarians and assistants?  The original Jurassic Park, directed by Steven Spielberg and released in 1993 with its stellar cast and a window into a recreated bygone age, dazzled filmgoers that year.  I was working for a movie theater at the time and still would have sat through multiple viewings even if I did not get free movies as a fringe benefit.  The fully realized dinos charmed and awed an audience who previously had only seen stop motion versions of these creatures.  Nascent computer generated imagery and animatronics brought them to life in a way that still stuns today.  So, how do you top that, since topping it you must do?

Well, you create a bigger park.  It is no longer just a Jurassic Park (which still exists as a neglected ruin on Isle Nubar).  The island is now home to a bigger, more lavish and even more high tech and elaborate attraction.  This time, both the Jurassic World management, park manager Claire Dearing (played by Bryce Dallas Howard) claims they have it all right.  And in her meticulously managed world with no room for living systems or chaos, she believes they have a handle on this.  So she is fully ready for a visit from her nephews, Nick and Ty, even to the point, she pawns off their first day at the park on her assistant.  Too busy, dontcha know.  The one cast member from the first film, Dr. Henry Wu, makes his return, in charge of Jurassic World's dinosaur lab.  He is responsible for the new round of creations, including a frankenstein-like beastie that never existed in the real world, dubbed Indominous Rex.  It is a combo of Tyrannosaurus Rex and...classified DNA.  Hm.  I'm sure that won't be a problem.  Oh wait, it is.  And when things do go scaled bellies up, are Chris Pratt's ex-Navy dino expert Owen Grady, bringing wisecracking charm and steely resolve to the mix, along with Vincent D'Onofrio, also former military, with an ambition to prove weaponized dinos as a concept.

Like the first Jurassic, what keeps this movie above just a pretty scifi actioner, besides a really terrific cast, is some underlying philosophy.  Jeff Golblum's Ian Malcom, the chaotician from the first film and the original novel, made the point that, "Your scientists were so concerned about whether they could do this thing, they never stopped to ask themselves if they should." Henry Wu, on the other hand, in an expanded role in Jurassic World, when berated on about the freak factor of Indominus Rex, points out that all the dinos are freak creations.  That modern science had to take shortcuts to bring any of them to life.  And this does not seem to matter to him.  He is the personification of Malcom's cautionary note.  That science alone is not enough.  If it does not have a sense of values and humility tempering its ambition, bad things can happen.

It is not so much a matter of forbidding you meddling in God's domain.  Just keep in mind in your meddlings whose domain it is and having some humble circumspection while you are stumbling in the dark.

That may have been a very large dino footprint you just tripped in.  Try not to scream.

Mad Max-Fury Road: The Fast and the Feminist?

Max Rockatansky rides hard on the roads of the future wasteland in the film Mad Max-Fury Road.  Director George Miller first introduced us to this world and the title character, originally played by Mel Gibson  in 1979.  At first, he was a hard driving police officer struggling to maintain law and order in a civilization and world crumbling about him.  But when he lost his family to a criminal bike gang lead by Toecutter (Hugh Keays-Byrne), the little thread he was hanging onto inside snaps.  Max takes vengeance upon Toecutter's gang and is seen at the end of the original Mad Max driving furiously, seemingly to nowhere, as directionless as his life has become.  The subsequent films, The Road Warrior and Beyond Thunderdome saw him wandering still, alone, stumbling into interesting situations that force him to engage with people that he otherwise would probably avoid.

This brings us to Fury Road.  Max, now played by Tom Hardy, still wanders the wasteland, still alone.  He seems to be an empty shell of a man, purely driven by a spirit that does not allow him to accept death.  He survives to survive and seemingly little more.  He is a silent wanderer who keeps to himself, unless crossed.  Then he explodes into a maelstrom of struggle, determined to extricate himself from whatever has beset his void girded vigil and return to his emptiness, it would seem.  For little else seems to motivate him.  The wasteland is an empty, wan, lonely and seemingly dying place.  But like Max's soul, it has a fierceness at the center and a determination to go on.  And where that continuance takes hold, there is potential for growth anew and hope, though the world and Max may not be aware of this.

So when he is beset by the Warboys of Immorten Joe (Hugh Keays-Byrn again), he at first reacts in his usual manner, fierce determination to survive and escape.   But when in the course of events he comes in contact with Imperator Furiosa (Charlize Theron), a female combat driver in service to Immorten Joe, his guard over time slowly begins to lower and he begins to actively acknowledge the world outside himself once again.  Furiosa has her own agenda.  She has stolen a War Rig (think souped up 18 wheeler) and is making off with Joe's Brides (women who serve only as baby makers to produce War Boys).  She can't have children herself, yet her ability has made her one of the few female warriors in Joe's community.  At some point, though, she decided that was not enough and that she needed to try to return to her people, a tribe of women in the fabled "Green Land".

Along with a feral yet somewhat good natured War Boy named Nux, Max makes common cause with this motley crew and finds the possibility of human connection that he has not known in a very long time.

The visuals of Fury Road are lush, the design work, especially on the vehicles are inspired and insane and the action is quite fast and furious.  The characters are colorful, over the top and understated as the story requires.  Tom Hardy, especially, does Mel Gibson proud in his turn as Max Rockatansky.  Immorten Joe is a menacing, colorful dictator in the true wasteland warlord tradition.  And then there's Charlize Theron's Furiosa.  She is a competent, level headed, formidable female warrior geared for surviving the wasteland.  But she has ideals and faith that the world has not killed and she is willing to fight for them.  Also, refreshingly, there is no romantic subplot between the male and female leads, that is, her and Max.

Some have called this a triumph for feminism.  I disagree. I think it is more due to the vision of George Miller and his unwillingness to buy into cheap Hollywood cliches.  If some find that in line with the political ideologies, more power to them, I guess.  But for me as a storyteller myself, I'm glad to see that Miller's first loyalties are to his own instincts as a creator, rather than to audience surveys, corporate bean counters and the like.  Like Max, he drives on in the direction he wants to go.

Very good time at the cinema.  You should drive there quickly.  But observe traffic and vehicular safety, please.

Avengers-Age of Ultron: A huge cinematic step almost resulting in psychic groin pull

Once upon a time, a boy built a toy robot.  This robot was to be a friend and guardian to all humankind, protecting us from those big threats he knew awaited us.  The boy was good with building machines and he had complete confidence his creation would serve us well.  The problem is, his creation was a bit too smart and had its own ideas on how to "serve".  Big explosions and snarky quips followed.

Thus, we have the cliffiest of Cliff Notes versions of the plot of Avengers-Age of Ultron, the follow-up film to Joss Whedon's sophomore motion picture effort, The Avengers.  For those who haven't been following closely, Marvel Comics has been doing a sensational job bringing its comic book universe to the silver screen (and now small screen, with Agents of SHIELD, Agent Carter, Daredevil and more to come). Whedon came on board with a few script doctorings (he is well known for that) and then, with his creative, offbeat talents demonstrated years before, his love and knowledge of imaginative tales such as comics well established and with a name that carries weight and cultural currency with legions of fans, he was given keys to the Marvel kingdom.  With those, he unlocked the Avengers.  And when that one went on to do record breaking box office business, he naturally was offered the follow-up.  He accepted.

And now, we have Avengers-Age of Ultron burning up the movie charts.  Starting out overseas, it began making bank immediately.  Hitting the US shores, it has pulled in serious bucks for both its opening night and debut weekend and has fans taking in the spectacle in droves.  Despite all of that, does Avengers-Age of Ultron prove itself a worthy film all its own?

Yes.  But that yes does come with some buts.  It is truly a worthwhile spectacle.  The huge budget clearly wasn't wasted.  In a story that takes it clear across the globe, it shows the Avengers team as a global force, taking the fight to evil wherever they are.  They aren't just a New York or even a team that just concerns itself with stateside threats.  So the action is huge, epic and amazing, with shots clearly choreographed to evoke comic panels.  But...it is an assault on the senses and it is so...much at times, it becomes almost physically exhausting.

Fortunately, things are broken up with plentiful well written character moments.  Not only are they recognizably in character, acknowledging the characters' comic roots as well as their past cinematic adventures, they establish these characters aren't just costumes.  They are hearts and souls, wounded ones in many cases.  However, the snark does come across a little heavy at times.  The first Avengers movie had only a couple of moments where Whedon seemed to be reaching a bit far for the joke.  The sequel, though most of the jokes hit home, had a few that made you feel that Whedon was trying a bit too hard for the funny.  A straight line, or perhaps just grim silence might have been better for a couple of moments.

Lots of new characters were introduced in this film, as well as new ones previously introduced were brought on board for the follies.  Again, in the hands of a lesser storyteller, this movie would have taken on a Batman and Robin level of bloat.  Joss Whedon knows these characters, loves them, knows what makes them tick.  So they all had moments and they all rang true.  But you did get the sensation of an overstuffed sausage at moments, filled to bursting.  Whedon has said he left over an hour of film on the editing floor.  With more film, this movie might have felt a little less stuffed.  However, it would have clocked in at over three hours at that point.  Here's hoping we see what didn't make the cut on the Blu Ray.

Finally, the movie does have some great poignant comments about modern world situations.  Raw power is not necessarily enough to set things right alone.  Technology and tools don't necessarily bring you the results the designer intended, as Tony Stark is loathe to admit.  Ultimately, this is a human world needing human solutions.  Even the machines acknowledge our power, seeing us as either the great threat to be exterminated (Ultron) or unique creations not to be dismissed (The Vision, played immensely by Paul Bettany).

Avengers-Age of Ultron is huge.  It is a grand chapter in the world of the Marvel Cinematic Universe and a satisfactory film through which Joss Whedon can exit his part in this play.  It is not problem free, but if the Marvel Universe is one you want to follow, this is a step you can take with satisfaction.

Chappie-Not Really a Short Circuit Remake At All

Neil Blomkamp fascinates me as a filmgoer and science fiction fan. In a day and age where we are inundated with remakes, sequels, adaptations and all kinds of manifestations of what a jaded film goer might call, “been there, done that”, Mr. Blomkamp is a filmmaker who made his mark with the 2009 film District 9, painting a unique, dark vision of the future in a tail of interstellar refugees layered upon entirely Earthbound and human social strife. Not only that, Blomkamp opened a more populist look at South Africa, which he has stayed with in his follow up films, both Elysium and Chappie. District 9 exploded onto the psyches of science fiction film fans, presenting a unique vision of a truly alien visitor knitted with unfeeling human bureaucracy and the heroism sometimes found at the end of one’s rope.


There is a problem when you are this good right out of the gate, however. It sure makes you an act that is tough to follow. Elysium, though I thoroughly enjoyed it, even more so, considering it was not a prequel, sequel, et al, was considered ham-fisted and thin its characterization and world building by some. So…Blomkamp then decided to remake Short Circuit.

Well, no, not really. Chappie is no more a remake of Short Circuit than it is a remake of Robocop, though it does have elements of both movies. That is, it posits humanity building robots to help protect itself from itself on the streets of the future, in this case, robot cops to help patrol the streets. Like Short Circuit, there is a set of events with one of them which results in it developing consciousness. Rather than destroy it, like some would seek to do, this machine is nurtured through both kindly humans and later happenstances and allowed to become a fully self-aware, self-actuating being.

On the surface, sure, Short Circuit-ish. But the actual details of Chappie’s journey take several departures from that of Johnny 5. Cute on the surface at times, in the unspooling of its narrative, it goes both darker and deeper, especially the way it ends; with Chappie contemplating his own destiny before him and the fact that he won’t be facing it alone.

Plus, there’s less Ally Sheedy and De Barge. Not to slight Ms. Sheedy, but I definitely don’t miss De Barge.

Take a chance on Chappie, a film that is not a sequel, prequel or remake.

I just realize after watching all the seasons, True Blood really is not a good show.

At all.

Thought I'd throw that out there.

Bettie Page Reveals All-The Soul Behind the Smile, the Heart Behind the Hooters

In the early 90s, I picked this up at Excalibur Comics and Games, State Line, Texarkana, Texas...

The jungle girl with the amazing curves in the cover illustration drew me, but the photos within had me riveted.  

Inside were pictures like the above and more.  Admittedly, my experience with female physicality was not extensive at the time, despite being in my early twenties and just out of my first two years in the US Army.  Just so that the little glimpse they showed of one of her nipples in one of the photos at the same time embarrassed me, yet enchanted me.  So the next time I saw her nude (I would later find out that Bettie took nudes aplenty), it wasn't nearly so much of a shock.  And I began to see the female form as something more than an object of lust (though there was plenty of that and I began to be much more confortable with that).  I began to appreciate the portrayal of female physicality as an art subject all its own.

                                                                                                                                                                            
And thus, a long distance fanciful love affair ensued.  Over time, I amassed a nice collection of photos, books, pieces of art and became intimately familar with the form of Betty, no, BETTIE PAGE.  But I knew very little of the substance of her.  I knew nothing of her soul.  Back then, no one knew if she was even still alive, having had her time in the sun in the 50s (1952-57).  Various figures were working behind the scenes to find her, to find out what happened to her and if she was aware of the fandom that had rediscovered her in the late 80s and still to the present day.

In Bettie Page Reveals All, this fun, funny and touching documentary talks to many of those who knew her in various stages of her life, and she went through many of them.  She started out as poor southern girl in unfortunate family circumstances.  She seemed to be interested in a more traditional life (marriage, normal job, kids).  But the circumstances that happened and that she found the most success at, beyond being a great student, was the world of pinup, cheesecake and stag films.  This is especially interesting that it happened in the fifties in America, an era known for discomfort with open displays of human sexuality beyond a very sharply circumscribed perimeter.  Add to that, Ms. Page was a spiritual woman, who felt the call of God in her life and manifested that in various ways, though not always the way she wanted.  She never felt that her work due to her physical allure was sinful in any way.  And, as a Christian, I don't, either.

If what you want is photos and video, oh yes, you get plenty of that in this documentary.  Tons of Bettie material as well as other women who worked with her or were inspired by her.  The point of this exercise is not cheesecake and titilation, though.  That's just a bonus for being a Page fan.  This is about getting to know the girl behind the glory.  That is the magical thing about this documentary.  Even though she died in 2008 (RIP), and her funeral is depicted, this film was a long time in the works and the producers got extensive interviews with her on tape before she passed away.  Much of this story is in her own words.

The way she tells her tale is that she was not trying to be a showstopper.  She was not trying to be anyone's icon or political statement.  She was not out to change the culture.  She was just being herself.  She was just having fun.

And that is how true magic happens, when it manifests from just simply who you are.

Thank you for the memories, Bettie Page.  I for one truly miss you and appreciate the gifts you shared with the world.

Coming Review: Bettie Page Reveals All

She was erotic poetry physically manifest.  Bettie Page Revealed her in all her sexy humanity.  Review coming tomorrow.