Bat in the Begining

Batman and Dr. Crane (Scarecrow)
Last week I saw Batman Begins: The IMAX Experience at the Pacific Science Center IMAX Theater. As far as the whole IMAX experience went, I’m not sure I would recommend it. Lately I’ve been coming to the realization that I like watching movies in my own apartment under my own conditions more than seeing them at a theatre with a huge screen, amazing sound, and lots of people surrounding me… so due to my bias, I don’t feel it’s fair for me to say, one way or the other, whether it’s worth it.

Like the IMAX experience, the movie itself left me with mixed feelings, as well.

Back when the Tim Burton version of Batman came out in 1989, I was really into it. I remember getting a comic book version of the movie and trying to use it to read more into the story (conspiracies about the Joker, etc. etc.) and to give things more depth. It was one of the few “summer blockbuster” movies that I remember as a kid. I even had the promotional tie-in big plastic cup from Burger King.

I don’t remember as much fanfare about Batman Returns, though I do remember liking it. During junior high and high school went through a Tim Burton and Danny Elfman phase so that added to my love of Batman Returns — plus it was really dark and I liked that.

As for Batman Forever and Batman & Robin, I don’t remember any specific details. I just know that I loved U2’s “Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me” theme for Batman Forever (and bought the soundtrack, which is totally amazing, by the way, due to that song) and the Smashing Pumpkin’s “The End is the Beginning is the End” for Batman & Robin.

Point of the story: I loved the first Batman movie. I loved the darkness of the first two. I loved the music in the last two. I’m not anywhere near a hardcore Batman fan. But I have seen all of the movies. I guess when I was a kid I did watch quite a few episodes of “Batman: The Animated Series” after school.

My biggest problem with Batman Begins was the lack of Elfman’s dark, brooding “Batman Theme” music. Not that cheesy music from the ’60s show, but the gothic, triumphant theme from the ’90s incarnation of Batman. I honestly cannot remember if they used it in Batman Forever and Batman & Robin, but I really felt like Batman Begins needed it. The music for the movie was overall rather unnoticeable — which can be good in some movies, but bad in an epic like Batman.

The pacing of the movie was strange, too. In a way, it was three movies in one: Bruce Wayne’s training in Asia and the whole Ra’s Al Ghul villain, the back story about Wayne’s childhood and his return to Gotham and his eventual transformation into Batman, and the confrontation with Ra’s Al Ghul for the second time via a story with the Scarecrow via a story with Carmine Falcone. Overall, I think the story was rather complex and layered (for a movie like this), and I was really impressed with it.

Personally, I wasn’t very interested in the Asia bit. I loved the back story involving his childhood (because I love that sort of mythology stuff), but I could’ve done without the Rachel Dawes (Katie Holmes) love interest. The Scarecrow story was great, and I wish it wouldn’t have been overshadowed at the end by Ra’s Al Ghul.

Also, since I am reading Foucault’s Madness and Civilization, my interest in anything having to do with psychology, psychiatry, insanity, asylums, etc. has been very piqued, so the fact that one of the villains was an evil psychiatrist overseeing a madhouse was totally awesome. I could try to apply some of Foucault’s research into the social implications of madness, but I will wait until I watch the movie again…

As for the acting, I thought Christian Bale did a great job as Batman. Ever since reading Salon.com‘s “The Magic Christian,” which essentially argues that Bale is the best actor alive today, I’ve been more aware of his range and trusting of his roles.

Finally, I have to say that if the sequel to Batman Begins (presumably continuing this “franchise” of Bale as Batman and Christopher Nolan directing) has the Joker as a villain, I might be really sad. Jack Nicholson was brilliant as the Joker in the 1989 Batman and it would suck to see that iconic idea of the Joker replaced. (Side note: in second grade I dressed up as that version of the Joker for Halloween — that’s how much I loved him.)

One last note (which I’m not sure where to fit anywhere): The coloring of the film threw me off. The whole brownish orange tone was not how I pictured the Batman world. It felt too organic. In fact, the entire palette of the film was rather earthy — from Batman I imagine a world more industrial (probably due to Burton’s influence).

Overall, after seeing five Batman movies now, I really want to take bits and pieces of them to create the ultimate Batman franchise. I would have Burton and Nolan co-directing somehow, I would have Bale play Batman (maybe Keaton could take over one Batman gets a little older?), I would have Danny Elfman do the music, but also have a soundtrack that featured pop music from the likes of U2 and the Smashing Pumpkins, and I would limit each film to one villain so the film could really focus on the intricacies of that villain (since most comic book villains are rather complex, I think?). I know most of these “asks” aren’t possible, but it’s fun to imagine nonetheless.

206-415: Revisited

For those not familiar with my strange and creepy, though potentially funny in certain circumstances, telephone nightmare, things have started up again. In the last 12 hours I have two received calls from people claiming that I called them. Well, I didn’t. Someone with a 415 number did, not my 412 number.

I did some detective work, and looked up the npa-nxx information. Apparently the person at 415 gets service from some Marathon Communications, which looks rather sketchy to me, but I am probably biased.

As for the two calls in the last 12 hours, one is from Louisana (318) and another from South Dakota (605). I am really tempted to start posting the numbers of the dumbasses who “call me back” solely because “my number” (which isn’t even my number, which is 206-415-xxxx) just in case they do this to other people they can get busted.

I don’t know. This is just weird.

Why Aren’t You Writing??

I don’t know why I’ve been so quiet lately. Nothing has been inspiring me to write. I guess now that all the SIFF stuff is over I’ve been like, “Well, if I don’t write about SIFF movies, what can I write about??!”

Don’t worry, though. I’m sure this dry spell will be over soon.

Off the Wall

Michael Jackson
I’m sure everyone and their mother and grandmother and great aunt and puppy have an opinion on the Michael Jackson case. Yesterday he was completely acquitted of all of the charges against him, in case you are living on Zeta Reticuli.

As for my take: I think this case pretty much highlights all of the most disgusting aspects of human nature.

First, in child molestation cases, from what I understand, it is rather common for the molested child to not really be able to accurately recall the incident — even if it happened multiple times. Kids, in general, make things up in order to deal with trauma or things that they don’t understand. The jury noted that the prosecution couldn’t really create a timeline of the events — perhaps because the kid himself couldn’t really create a rational timeline? After reading Mysterious Skin I’ve been thinking a lot about this issue.

Second, Michael Jackson is a sexually ambiguous and racial ambiguous person. Of course he is going to be a target of criticism. If you ask someone what type of a person Michael Jackson is, 11 out of 10 people will say, “He’s a freak.” Of course he’s going to be a victim (yes, sorry for using this word) of accusations of the worst kind — he is an easy target. Since he blurs the boundaries of gender and race, which we tend to assume are static definitions, he makes people uncomfortable and therefore we need to continue kicking him down.

Finally, child molestation is, by far, the worst accusation to throw at someone. It seems, to me, that it’s a little too convenient to make such accusations against someone as freakish as Michael Jackson.

All that said, I’m not sure what happened. I’m not sure justice was served. The whole thing — every aspect of this case — makes me sick. What outcome do I think would have been appropriate? I really don’t know. I just know that this case is all around bad.

(On an unrelated note, I just recently heard his song “Off the Wall” and I totally love it.)

SIFF Stats

My SIFF Tickets
Well, SIFF is over. It’s sad. My movie-watching will now return back to Netflix. I realized that I really do like watching in the privacy of my own home (without tall people’s heads infront of me, the stink of popcorn, uncomfortable temperatures, etc.). Nonetheless, I’m totally glad I did SIFF and I intend to continue seeing SIFF movies as long as I live in Seattle.

As for the Secret Festival, I’m not sure whether I’ll do it again next year. I only liked one of the four movies. I think the philosophy behind choosing the movies wasn’t quite what I expected. Maybe that varies year-to-year — I can’t say. We’ll see what I impulsively decide next year.

Throughout the festival I kept some “statistics” on random things. To conclude my SIFF coverage for the year, I share:

  • Total money spent on tickets:
    $137
  • Total time spent standing in line:
    155 minutes = 2 hours 35 minutes
  • Total movies seen:
    15
  • Languages:
    Cantonese, Mandarin, Japanese, English, Swedish, French
  • Movies with subtitles:
    7
  • Movies canceled:
    1
  • Movies about movies:
    3
  • Times the director was in the audience:
    4
  • Total voting points given:
    43
  • Average points given:
    3.9
  • Times the woman with orange/red hair stood behind me:
    2
  • Times people left the audience in disgust:
    2
  • Movies with Maggie Cheung in the cast:
    2
  • Movies with Don McKellar in the cast:
    2
  • My favorite movie:
    2046
  • My favorite movie that wasn’t a Wong Kar-Wai movie:
    Mysterious Skin
  • My favorite movie that stood a chance against a WKW movie (i.e. 2046) and a movie by one of my favorite directors with one of my favorite actors (i.e. Mysterious Skin):
    Clean
  • My favorite movie that didn’t stand a chance against the aforementioned movies because it was a comedy (and I’m not a big fan of comedy, but this movie was awesome anyway):
    Ellie Parker
  • Fat people who blocked my view:
    2
  • Movies seen at the Egyptian Theatre:
    7
  • Movies seen at the Neptune Theatre:
    5
  • Movies seen at the Harvard Exit Theatre:
    3
  • My favorite theatre:
    The Egyptian
  • Movies I went to see alone:
    8

Review: Frozen

Frozen was a bit of a disappointment, so I’ll keep this short and sweet.

I think this movie may be better the second or third time around because it’s one of those movies where, at the end, everything comes together and you have somewhat of an “ah-ha” moment. In those types of movies, however, there has to be more than the “ah-ha” moment to keep things interesting. In Frozen there was nothing. I actually considered leaving the movie a few times it was so boring. There was little or no music to keep me engaged nor where the characters all that interesting nor were there any interesting camera tricks or beautiful shots to keep me wanting to find out what happened.

In a nutshell, the movie is about a woman, Kath, whose sister disappeared two years ago. She’s been trying to deal with the loss of her sister ever since. She has a boring job as a fish filleter (or something) with not-so-interesting coworkers — though she did sleep with one of the men at some point and when he wants to get wtih her again she bites him. Her “therapist” is a pastor or something at a church with an invalid wife. Her and the pastor sort of fall in love.

She talks to the police and ends up getting her hands on some of the evidence tied to the case — most notably, a security tape from an alleyway where her sister was last seen. At one point she finds a “magnetic disturbance” (I forget the exact explanation) in the tape that gets her all excited. She also experiences daydreams that, along with the strange tape, lead us to believe (or lead me, at least, to believe) that there is something supernatural going on maybe?

There is a bit of a payoff at the end, but, like I said, the rest of the movie doesn’t make it worthwhile. I think the voting was over, or I didn’t get a ballot, but I would give this movie 2/5 if I could.

Fudge Krispies

Fudge Krispies
Back when I was a kid and in elementary school you brought your own treats on your birthday, my mom would always make Fudge Krispies for me to bring. I’ve never liked Rice Krispie Treats, but these chocolate fudge ones are great — and no marshmallow (which, being a vegetarian nowadays, is a bonus).

I made them again last night, and thought I should share the recipe:

  • 11 ½ oz. package of milk chocolate chips (not the semi-sweet ones)
  • ½ C. margarine
  • 2 tsp. vanilla
  • 5 ½ C. Rice Krispies
  • ½ C. light corn syrup
  • 1 C. powdered sugar

Combine chocolate chips, margarine, and corn syrup. Stir over low heat until melted. Stir in powdered sugar and vanilla. Add Rice Krispies, mixing lightly until well coated. Pour into 9in x 13in pan. Chill.

Review: Ellie Parker

Naomi Watts in Ellie Parker
“It’s no secret” that Naomi Watts is my favorite actress — and that is what made Ellie Parker such a great film for me. This movie had her doing a range of acting and also gave her a chance to, I would image, have a lot of fun.

The director, Scott Coffey, was in the audience and spoke after, so I learned that the movie was filmed over the course of five years. Watts and Coffey apparently became friends when they were both acting in Tank Girl. Around the time Mulholland Drive was finishing (another movie they were both in — Coffey playing a very minor part, Watts, of course, being one of the main characters) they started working on Ellie Parker. The film started out as a short film that they were going to use as an “audition piece” (not sure about the correct terminology here?) in order to get money for a totally different film. It turns out, however, that they were so pleased with how the short turned out, that they decided to expand it into a full-length feature.

Given Watts’ raising popularity and commitments to other films, they had to work on the film in short pieces (something the director said he would never suggest doing to aspiring film makers). She didn’t get paid to be in the film (the whole thing cost only $500 to make, Coffey said) and as the years went by the “Naomi Watts circus” (i.e. her “people”) were rather perplexed in regard to her dedication to Ellie Parker and not quite sure why she’d spend time on a film that she didn’t get paid for when she had other projects to focus on.

So based on the way Coffey explained it, this sounded like one of those films that Hollywood-types get together and make for fun (not for profit) and have a great time making. Based on my viewing of the film, this seems pretty accurate.

The first half-hour or so features Watts going to two auditions. In the first one she is trying for the part of a southern belle. After her first attempt — subtle and heartfelt — the director informs her “this is going to be filmed on digital, so it has to be raw.” Her next attempt is over the top emotional — and hilarious. In between the first and second auditions we see Watts driving along some Los Angeles highway. The second audition is for some junkie prostitute-type role, so she has to totally change her image — put on different clothes, apply tacky lipstick, mess up her hair, etc. She does all of this while driving — and while listening to great songs such as “Safari” by the Breeders (which I’ve always thought is one of the best Breeders’ songs), “Heart of Glass” by Blondie, and some techno song I cannot remember the name of (to which Watts sorta dances in her car). The whole thing is great, and she actually did do all of that stuff while driving (while Coffey kneeled down in the passenger seat to tape it). The second audition is, awkwardly, done in front of a video camera since the director is in Vancouver. Watts uses a Brooklyn accent and, again, the whole thing is totally funny.

The rest of the movie is basic Hollywood insider stuff. Her boyfriend is a stoner musician who cheats on her. Her friend makes abstract art that she couldn’t understand. She falls for the guy who rear-ends her. She eats blue ice cream and vomits it up later. She attends a very bizarre “acting class” where she learns to channel her life experiences into roles. She goes to a Dogstar concert (Keanu Reeves‘ band). She informs us that therapist = the rapist (if you just add a space). She “retires” from acting. She destroys her tapes. She retires from retirement. She goes to the most insane audition ever.

The movie is great. It is totally hilarious and demonstrates the range of roles Watts can play — though in a very self-conscious and self-aware, in a funny way, way. I found myself laughing at this movie so much, and I can only imagine that if I lived in Los Angeles or worked “in the industry” the movie would be even funnier.

I gave this movie 5/5 because it was so damn funny and so damn postmodern and so damn Naomi Watts-centric. The movie is going to be released to theatres around the same time that King Kong comes out. Coffey noted that Watts would simultaneously be in the most expensive movie ever made and the cheapest movie ever made.

Going Mad

Michel Foucault

… madness is the punishment of a disorderly and useless science. If madness is the truth of knowledge, it is because knowledge is absurd, and instead of addressing itself to the great book of experience, loses its way in the dust of books and in idle debate; learning becomes madness through the very excess of false learning (25).

— Michel Foucault in Madness and Civilization