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The Power of Words: A Little Miss Sunshine Ramble

I just watched Little Miss Sunshine again. I really love this movie, and as happens, the more I watch it the more little things I notice that make me go, “Oh, that’s very subtle and interestingly cool.” Today, as I was watching, I noticed a link between the sequence of events leading up to the grandfather’s death that had previously escaped my notice, and it really made me stop and think. I shall now share my rambling with you, my adoring subjects readers. Behind a cut for spoilers, of course.

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Parody Movie Trailers

Over the last couple weeks, I’ve been finding more and more parody movie trailers on YouTube that I really like: cut up and or heavily edited slices of a movie (or TV show, or several movies/TV shows in combination) to create a theatre-style preview trailer that presents the movie as something entirely different from what it actually is. For instance, Mary Poppins recut as a horror movie. I thought it might be fun to share some of my favorites with ya’ll. I found some of these thanks to recommendations by John Wolbers.

I’m going to put the trailers behind a cut to save bandwidth and space.

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Spider Man 3 Review

I caught the 1:55 showing of Spider-Man 3 with a friend yesterday. I don’t trust myself to write an in-depth review without being entirely too spoilerific, but I figured I could share a few thoughts.

Plot spoilers follow, so read at your own risk.

Overall impression: 3.7 out of 5

How did we get to this point?

Every Spider-Man movie has seemed to have a strong overarching question at its core that the story tries to solve. The first was simple: What would happen if a geeky kid got superpowers? It really just covers the initial stage of learning why such powers must be used responsibly (a difficult lesson in Peter’s case) and the idea of heroic self-sacrifice as crucial.

The second film expands on these ideas and stabilizes them. In the first film Peter accepted that there must be consequences and trade-offs, but in the second he’s taken this to an extreme to the point where everything’s coming apart around him. The idea here is to show how a superhero must strike a healthy compromise between his heroic duties, friends, family, love life, and his own personal needs. It’s no good to be a selfless lonely champion if you burn yourself out. By the end of the movie Peter seems to have learned this lesson well, which leads us into Spider-Man 3, which might as well be called a psychological drama.

When SM3 opens, it’s immediately obvious that Peter has reached a point of balance between his normal and heroic lives that was not present in the first two films. He’s happy and fulfilled and doing quite well in his relationship with Mary Jane. His movements and fighting style are smoother, more intricate, and more complex: he’s learned a lot since the first movie, and he’s finally starting to really resemble the capable hero we comic-book fans are on such good terms with.

Where are we, exactly?

And that’s actually the problem: things are going too well for him. In the continuity of the movies, from the death of his uncle to this point Peter has never really lost a fight. He’s managed to save his aunt and MJ every time they were threatened, and things have generally gone his way.

This has led him to have one trait his comic-book counterpart (who seems to suffer one personal disaster after another) does not. He’s just a bit too proud, and a bit too arrogant and overconfident. He’s a great hero, to be sure, but I think it’s important to remember that true heroes will never give themselves that label. This movie, I think, is concerned with the final bit of Peter’s metamorphosis into a more complete Spider-Man: the realization that he is not always right or infallible, that he will make mistakes and terrible things will happen, and he will have to learn to forgive both himself and those who’ve wronged him, and acknowledge those he himself has wrong. It is, in short, a critical and necessary re-affirmation of his humanity.

Yet, one does not simply wake-up and realize they have lost touch with their human side. For this to happen Peter must be brought very low, and this explains the movie’s dark tone. Events, some his own making and some not, systematically combine to tear his happy life to shreds, and Peter is too out of touch with himself and those around him to recognize the dangers, instead allowing himself to descend into his own darkness. This movie is as much about the fight between Peter and his inner demons as it is about Spidey and his latest rogues, and neither fight is very pretty. The tone is dark as pitch in places, and if you’re anything like me you’ll be sitting there trying to mentally convince our hero not to travel down his current path. Even the moment in which he comes back to the light is painful, as its set in motion by a rather shocking, painful-to-watch event. But he does, and in the end a more stable, humble hero emerges.

Diamonds in the Rough

As usual for Spidey movies, this one is made by the minor characters that help compose Peter’s universe. Parker’s landlord and his daughter stuck out particuarly in my mind. She’s actually one of my top five favorite characters at this point, and she can’t have spoken more than 1000 words in the last three films. JJ Jameson is continuing to be developed as a grey, nicer-than-he-wants-to-admit character, as opposed to the one-dimensional jerk he’s so often presented as in other mediums (especially the Spider-Man animated series). I really like that. Eddie Brock (Venom) is delightfully unsympathetic and smarmy even before he becomes completely evil, and his attempts to compete professionally with Peter provide some very interesting moments. After seeing the movie, I really like the Sandman, who I wasn’t familiar with before I saw the film. I had read some other reviews that painted him as too simplistic and flat, but I don’t think that’s it at all. He is, indeed, a simple man–not the larger than life characters we’re used to after seeing Doc Ock, Harry, and the Green Goblin–with a simple, laudable mission. Given the effect he has on Peter and vice-versa, he’s arguably one of the most important characters in any of the three films. Harry Osborne is believable both as evil incarnate and penitent hero. Without these interesting characters to blunt the impact, watching Peter struggle with his own darkness might have been too overpowering. May Parker was her usual powerful, understated self, and as usual we didn’t see nearly enough of her.

Visuals and Effects

As usual, these were all stunning. Things in Peter’s New York were bright and alive and just seemed to jump off the screen…except for when they needed to be moody and dark. Then they left you feeling like there was a cloud hanging over the theatre. The soundtrack is likewise excellent.

Negatives

The ending is rather abrupt, and leaves the status of Peter and MJ’s relationship somewhat vague. As usual, the writers killed off a character or two that I didn’t think really needed to die. At this point I want a Spider-Man 4 not for the sake of itself, but because I feel there are a few loose ends that really, really need to be tied up. This would be a terrible movie to end the franchise on. Harry Osborne’s character was also sadly underused. I would have liked to have seen more of him, and I’m not at all pleased with his role in the finale. He’s essentially written out of any future sequels at this point, which is a shame when his character obviously had so much potential.

Worth seeing?

If you’re a Spider-Man fan, the answer is a definite yes. The Harry Osborne stuff alone is worth the price of admission, as the path taken with him is quite different from the one in comic book canon. As I said above, it’s a different sort of Spidey movie, so it’ll be a different experience than the first two. The tone is significantly darker, the violence more brutal, and some of the things Peter does while under the influence of the Venom symbiote are more than slightly questionable–there was more than one spot where I cringed–and it’s a bit slower paced. If you’re considering taking a little one to see this film, think carefully about it. The PG-13 rating is well deserved, and it’s closer to R than PG, in my opinion. If you think your child is too young to see violence that leaves physical scars or excessive brutality, or people with serious relationship issues, this probably is not the film for them.

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Tripping the Rift: Law School, the End of Senior Year, and Other Things.

Law School

It should be taken as an indicator of how hectic it’s been here that it’s taken me a full nine days to post about this after finding out, but I’ve been accepted into SMU Law.

I cannot put into words how excited I am about this. WHen I heard I literally laughed like a crazy person, and my chest was hurting at the end. My mother told me I was going to be the only person who had a heart attack when they found out they got into law school. -_-

What follows is a transcription of how I found out, as I want to be sure and get it down before I forget. It was, as things usually are with me, sort of strange. My application was received February 15. They sent me an email notifying me of this and telling me that my decision would be mailed out no later than April 30, and that they would not give out decision information over the phone or email. I quote: ” SMU policy does not allow decisions to be given out over the telephone or e-mail.” Reading this, I quite naturally believed it, and resolved to wait.

And wait. And wait.

By 26 April, I still hadn’t heard anything, and I was starting to get nervous. Now, I knew that when a law school decides to reject you, they let you know immediately. So the more time that went by, the better I felt I was doing. At the same time, I never expected to have to wait so long to find out, so part of me was seriously wondering if something had gone wrong. Had they lost my application? Mailed my results somewhere else?

So on the 26th (a thursday), I decided to call SMU Admissions. From what the e-mail said, I wasn’t expecting to be told my results, but I wanted to make sure everything was okay–that a gerbil hadn’t escaped from the biology labs, scuttled across campus and devoured my application, or something. It could happen.

Anyhow, the woman who answered the phone was not my admissions councillor, but I explained that while I knew they couldn’t give out information over the phone,I was nervous, having not heard anything, and wanted to make sure all was well. She pauses for a moment, and asks me if I’m in Austin. Well, I’m not, but I’m only 30 minutes away, and I tell her so. She then reads off a Social Security Number, asking if it is mine, and when I respond in the affirmative, she says “you’re on our list of people to call today.” So I immediately think to myself, “they don’t call people to decline admission,” and sure enough the next thing she’s telling me is that I’ve been admitted. She congratulated me and and said a few other things, and I got off the phone and cackled like an insane person. Literally. It was Joker-quality laughter. I immediately called my parents, both of whom screamed with joy in much the same way.

I must admit, I can’t really remember much of what was said in that first phone call after she told me I was accepted. It’s all sort of jumbled up in a fog of glee. So much so I was actually starting to wonder if I’d hallucinated the whole thing, as I literally couldn’t remember half the conversation. After about 40 minutes of this, my admissions councillor called for the aforementioned official notification, which I was on the call-list for. Needless to say, this wasn’t nearly as shocking a conversation, and I remember it clearly. She told me my “admit pack” would arrive by Tuesday at the latest.

Well, Tuesday rolled around, and no package. I was anxious, of course, as it’s one thing to hear it over the phone and another to see the full admission materials. It didn’t help that I knew I had to get a deposit in by the 7th, but had no idea where to send it. The University post-office can be slow sometimes, as it’s less a real post office and more like a gigantic office mailroom, so I was willing to wait till Thursday. When it hadn’t arrived by Thursday, I called my admissions councillor back, and she checked their computers. Turns out somehow my zip code had gotten input wrong, and the package was sent to Austin somewhere. (For once, this wasn’t my fault. I went back and checked my application, and I put the address in correctly, despite Adobe Acrobat’s attempts to thwart me, on behalf of the universe.) She reissued me another package, with the right address. It’ll be here Monday or Tuesday. She also pointed me to the web address for doing deposits online, so all is well. :)

The End of The End of the Beginning (No, That’s Not a Typo.)

Ah. The final twilight of senior year. Well, everything but Capstone is done, and that’ll come to a close on Monday. I’ve got one last independent study meeting, but it’s after grades are turned in, so it’s more an informal wrap-up than anything else. I had made a list to illustrate how busy I was over the last seven days, and I was going to post it here for your amusement, but in my glee of finishing things, I threw it away after checking off the last item. I will say that I was lucky enough to be exempted from what would have been my only written final exam. It was a take home, which would have helped, but it was also due yesterday, and as of Thursday I’d not had time to work on it very much, aside from doing some rudimentary planning, so this worked out great. :) I look back at the last several days and sort of boggle at the amount of stuff I managed to do.

Except for three events, only one of which will effect a grade, next week will be devoted primarily to social engagements and chilling out before the big event. Glee. I … I really don’t think it’s hit me that it’s ending yet. For four years, this has been my home for most of the year. All my closest friends are here, and either I’m about to leave them if they’re staying behind, or like me they’re graduating and scattering on the winds. I’m going to do my best to stay in touch with them, but–I’m not really sure I have words to describe it. Everything’s changing, and it’s wonderful and exciting and a little sad at the same time. Now, I’m going to stop talking about this before I start feeling truly old.

Other Things

Had an infusion on Friday. The last one I’ll have at the Austin clinic. Already feeling better. :)
Spider-Man 3’s out. Looks to be awesome. I won’t be seeing it for at least another week, as I want to let the crowds die down a bit.

The Charge of the Light Brigade … or not.

For my Communication and Memory paper, which I will discribe in full detail later, I’m analyzing the film representations of the Charge of the Light Brigade. To this end, I procured a copy of the two films about this event, the 1936 version and the 1968 version. I’m writing about the older movie tomorrow, so I watched it tonight.

Well, I just watched a movie called The Charge of the Light Brigade. There even was eventaully a charge, made by a brigade … with about nine minutes left to go in the film. The first two hours were about some love affair in India and some evil sheik that massacred a bunch of people. With 15 minutes to go no one had uttered the words “Light Brigade,” and I wasn’t convinced I was actually watching the right movie. I’m not entirely sure this evil person actually existed, but even if he did … wow. My brain is trying to escape out my ears. This movie is represented as being “a historically-inspired fictionalization.” I’ve researched the actual event thoroughly, and I can say with certainty that it would have been better known as presenting an “alternate reality.”

The good news? I planned to slam the movie as being historically inaccurate, so that’s not going to be a problem. It’s going to be easier than I ever imagined.

The bad news? I’m terrified that people will watch this movie and think they’ve got some idea of what happened in the Crimean War. Every historical aspect of this movie, save the fact that the British Empire ruled India and participated in the Crimean War and the Battle of Balaclava specifically, is as far as I can tell completely wrong. Even the uniforms were out of whack.

If you watch this movie, be aware that everything you see is basically fiction. It does not reflect recorded history in any meaningful way. It does not reflect reality in any meaningful way. You’re better off looking at Wikipedia, the online encyclopedia that can be edited by anyone, including Ann Coulter.

New life goal: Invent time machine for the sole purpose of going back in time and taking vengence upon everyone involved in this film, for the sake of the entire human race. Yes. Good plan. I hear that such a device may have other applications, like settling once and for all what killed the dinosaurs, or who killed JFK, but these queries surely pale in comparison to the vital importance of erasing The Charge of the Light Brigade from existence.

The fact that Warner Brothers had a Research Department whose sole purpose was to come up with historical background information for films and they … excreted … this thing is quite frankly terrifying.

My brain is litterally hurting after the epic struggle between the part of me that knows what really happened and the part desperately trying to pay attention to the film enough to write about it. I’m going to bed now, before my brain starts analyzing the myriad plotholes and implodes.

Today is My Birthday.

Aging like a fine cheese…

I’m twenty-three today. Woot, indeed. I brought cake to my back to back CS classes (two and a half hours of upper level Computer Science fun) and saw to it everyone was properly sugared up. They seemed to enjoy it. By earning their loyalty now I will be able to use them to great effectiveness when I launch my bid for world domination. Between them and the flying cybernetic attack squid, nothing shall stand in my way. Except maybe a really large deep fryer.
Family members called to wish me well too. :) Is it strange I was excited about being twenty-three because that’s Michael Jordan’s number?

Musketeer? Musketeers? Would you like a side of cleavage daggers with that?

A couple weeks ago, I mentioned the seven dollar DVD sale at Buy.com. When I found it, I immediately plucked up the Disney version of The Three Musketeers, which I thought was a great movie when I saw it last. The catch? I get it and decide to watch it last Friday and it turns out I have never seen this movie before. Ever. Turns out I was looking for the very different The Musketeer, a very different movie that a lot of people pan, but I just happen to love. At any rate, the Disney version was a thoroughly enjoyable experience. I was surprised at just how violent the movie was, for a Disney flick. There were stabbings and blood and people died.

And may I say, thank heavens. In a movie about the best of the best a detachment of infantry soldiers, there should be some serious violence. This is implied by the fact you have a few hundred people cavorting around with swords and guns and daggers that pop out of their cleavage–which is incredibly frightening to me because those daggers are sharp and no one seems to look at what they’re doing when they put them away. Since a lack of realistic violence usually ruins PG/PG-13 action flicks for me, I was very impressed.

Needless to say, I now have The Musketeer on order. I need to also get The Man in the Iron Mask to complete my musketeer experience. And also because it’s proof that Leonardo DiCaprio is capable of acting soullessly evil, and acting it well.

In terms of fictional swordsmen, though, as cool as the Musketeers were (they were officially disbanded in the 19th century), the Jedi still reign supreme, though Nick Parker runs a close second.

Wow. That whole ramble went on a while, didn’t it?

School Daze

Still incredibly busy. This week I turned in a book review of Che Guevara’s Bolivian Diary and two research paper proposals. One of which involved doing actual research now, as it required a prospective bibliography.

Reading the diary the man wrote during the war that culminated in his capture and death is not only eerie, but somewhat depressing.

For my Guerilla Movements class, I’m doing a paper on Cuba as a positive humanitarian force in the world following Castro’s revolution. In Communication and Memory, I’ll be looking at two movie portrayals of the Charge of the Light Brigade as examples of how a someone presenting a historical memory (e.g.: the Charge) finesses that memory to suit their particular purposes. We’ll see how this goes. I know I’ll get them both done. With any luck, I’ll be relatively sane by the end. Not that anyone would probably notice if I got a little crazier. :)

Administrivia

Some of you may have noticed that unmoderated comment posting (that is, the ability to post a comment without my having to explicitly approve it before it appears) is disabled for those who aren’t registered. I’ve done this to keep a lid on spam. I’m also employing an anti-spam plugin. It’s already blocked a number of spammy comments, which really suprises me, as this blog is not to my knowledge visisble from Google, and I’m not really sure how it’s being found. At any rate, since I’m pretty sure I don’t want my personal blog flooded with Viagra adds, I’m going to have to leave things set somewhat restrictively. Sorry for the inconvience. Please don’t let it dissaude you from registering and commenting. :)

You may have also noticed I’ve changed layouts. I’m much happier with this than I was with the green thing I had before. It didn’t really use screen space that efficiently. All that I really still want to do is get a better avatar system in place. I’d like to be able to switch between them based on my mood. There’s got to be an easy way to do this that I just haven’t found yet.

That’s really all I’ve got for substantive news today. I’m sure I’m leaving out something important, but I have become sleepy and forgetful.

Roll out.

Believe half of what you see, and none of what you hear…

Quixotic is a fun word.

Spent most of today with Rex. Sat in on a meeting with the website designer and have apparently been made liaison between management and the designers, especially seeing as I’ve got all the info for our sever space over at Dreamhost. Also probably because my eyes don’t glaze over when things get technical. ;)

I’ll be expanding the site here on tle.org over the next couple months. Not by much, at least for now, but I wanna put up my research papers and such, for those who are interested. I’ll post more on this later.

The trailer for the Transformers movie is out. Apparently the film is due in September of next year. Yowza. Snakes on a Plane is upon us. So, Superman and that are my current movies-to-see. (Saw Cars, may do a write-up on it.)

MacOS X 10.4.7 is out. Installed it today and it didn’t kill my system (installing OS updates is always a bit of a fun thing when your backups aren’t current–will or won’t your system come back up after rebooting?) Speaking of which, I need to find a backup solution. Anybody got any good suggestions besides Retrospect? Absolute worst peice of commercial Mac software I’ve ever had the displeasure of using–and that includes Microsoft products.

That’s all for now.
Phasers on stun. Good luck. Liquid Engineer, out.

Friday Night Highlights.

“There’s a bald guy in a wheelchair waiting outside the delivery room to talk to you.”
-One of the Signs Your Baby Might Be a Mutant, from TopFive.com.

Figured I’d start with something to honor the release of X-Men 3: The Last Stand. The comic geek part of me is insisting that in the majority of all cases (primarily first generation mutants), the X-Gene doesn’t activate until the onset of puberty*.

At the same time, a good number of second-generation mutants were born with some, if not all, of their powers. Nightcrawler (Kurt Wagner) being the primary example people should be familiar with from X2.

At any rate, I’ll not be going to see the movie for a week at least. I really want to see it, of course, but my wish to not to die in a stampede of X-fans at the threatre outweighs my desire. For now.

I feel like I aced the Astronomy final. Gonna attack the paper tomorrow.

Phasers on stun. Good luck. Liquid Engineer, out.


* I can remember scads of random trivia like this, but for the life of me I never could get trig functions and the like to nest in my long-term memory. Oh well. At least I know Wolverine’s approximate upper strength limit (800 pounds, comparable with mainstream Captain America), and the current Phantom, active since 1930 (and still in his mid-thirties … gotta love how people age in comics), is the twenty-first.

I mean, that’s useful information. Right?

Grades and May Term and Stuff.

So, things. Got my grades for Spring 2006 in a few days ago. All in all, I’m very pleased.

  • Linear Algebra: A-
  • Algorithms: B+
  • Designing Interpreters: A
  • US Foreign Policy: A-

Cumulative GPA: 3.799

Is it wrong that I’m annoyed with myself over that one-thousandth of a point? Probably. Perfectionism is a double-edged sword, I suppose.

As for May Term, I’m taking Exploring the Universe, a comprehensive astronomy course under the auspices of the Physics Department. Because it’s May Term (and thus, only about 21 days), it’s looking like it’s not going to be as grueling as the full semester equivalent. For example, we got our syllabus yesterday. He put it together based pretty much on what we as a class were interested in learning about. Also, we won’t be using the telescopes as part of normal labs (because our lab hours are 0900-1130)–all sky gazing/analysis of heavenly bodies is done through a bit of software that can simulate the sky at any time, from any place, in the last several thousand years (and maybe in the future…I haven’t played with it that much yet). Unfortunately, the book was 112 dollars…though it did come with a full copy of said software.

The Da Vinci Code opens today, with X-men 3 (wherein Kelsey Grammer of all people is an action hero) opening next week. I find the controversy over DVC highly humorous. It’s amazing how bent out of shape people can get over what amounts to historical fiction. I enjoy reading/watching things based on Greek and Norse mythology, but that doesn’t make me a pagan. I also greatly enjoyed National Treasure, wherein the Founding Fathers were shown as amassing a gigantic hoard of historical artifacts to rival the Library at Alexandria. That doesn’t mean I came away thinking Washington, Franklin, and the rest were conspiratorial whackos. I mean, the Illuminati goes back much farther than them. :)

Personally, I find the whole thing rather ironic. X-Men as a franchise has always been on some level a race relations allegory. The only thing that changes is how much the writers do (or do not) want to emphasize the point. But the pop culture seems to ignore this completely in favor of staring at the sheer wicked-coolness of Wolverine and oogling Halle Berry, who looks absolutely fabulous as Storm.

(Now, I would’ve paid someone to write in the Logan/Storm relationship. Jackman and Berry could’ve rocked together. The Storm/Nightcrawler stuff was promising, but Kurt’s not even in this movie. Which is a whole other rant.)
Phasers on stun. Good luck. Liquid Engineer, out.

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