Showing posts with label fandom. Show all posts
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Thursday, November 14, 2013

Five Things I Loved & Five Things That Bug Me About Thor: The Dark World



Yeah, I went there. You'll see why.

I saw the new Thor movie a couple of days ago, and a few things about it have been bothering me. I enjoyed the movie, mind you, and am planning to see it a second time with different friends just to catch a bunch of details that I’m sure I missed on the first viewing. But as a comic-book fan, a superhero geek, and a writer, I can’t claim to be fully satisfied with it. So if you’re thinking about seeing Thor: The Dark World, or just interested in how it looked to someone whose writer-brain never shuts down, here are the major highlights of that first viewing. I will avoid spoilers wherever possible.
Fine, here's the real poster.
 THINGS I LOVED: 

1. Hello, Loki. Let’s be honest. If you’re going to see Thor: The Dark World, chances are pretty good that you or somebody you know is Team Loki. Tom Hiddleston’s performance as the character—by turns megalomaniacal, satirical, and emotionally broken—was a major highlight of the first Thor movie and The Avengers. Those movies just wouldn’t work without him. As I’ve pointed out to several people by now, one of the interesting things about his character arc is that, up to a certain point, he’s the good guy. For about the first half of Thor, it’s easy to believe (if you ignore the film’s marketing) that Loki’s doing the right thing. Thor would obviously make a horrible king, and Loki (as seemingly the only person in Asgard other than Odin who can think more than ten seconds ahead) would at least be an okay one until he gets emotionally screwed up by finding out he’s secretly blue. Of course, then he does get emotionally screwed up, and the result is the spectacular downward spiral that ends with his defeat in The Avengers. But we’re with him that whole way, at least a little bit, because he’s made us love him before he went bad.

Well, if you were looking for more of Loki’s character arc, you’re in luck. This movie starts by wrecking him completely, and then follows him as he tries to claw himself a few inches out of the darkness. I won’t spoil whether he makes it, but it’s entertaining as hell to watch him scrabble. Also, he gets almost every genuinely witty line in the movie. His dialogue is one long string of snarkasm. Even his serious bits are better than anyone else’s. (Hint: Watch for broken furniture.) Massive kudos to whoever was steering his character this time around; you took someone who wasn’t supposed to be a lead and made his story way more interesting than the main film.

2. Thor is still a goofball. I’m not going to lie. I love anything that makes Thor look like an idiot on Earth. Whether he’s smashing coffee cups or getting confused by flying monkeys, the big fish is a lot easier to take when he’s out of water. Well, he’s a goofball again here, even though most of the action takes place off earth. He hangs his hammer on an apparently worthy coatrack; that’s all you need to know.

3. Heimdall is a badass.
Heimdall, memorably played by Idris Elba, got short shrift in the first Thor movie, what with getting turned into a guardsicle. This movie shows why he’s still got his job. And it is glorious. That’s all I’m going to say.

4. Frigga!
Much as I enjoyed the character of Jane Foster in the first Thor movie, I did feel a little cheated that Frigga practically wasn’t in it, except for an occasional eyeroll. The movie was a story about two brothers competing for their father’s approval. There is no way a mom is not getting involved in that conflict somehow. Well, this movie puts Frigga into a much more central role, and her scenes are some of the film’s best. She tries to help Loki deal with the consequences of, y’know, going evil. She handles the obligatory meet-your-son’s-mortal-girlfriend scene with queenly grace. She talks back to Odin with an easy familiarity that sums up their whole marriage beautifully. And she even gets a fairly badass fight scene. Again, I could spoil here, but I won’t. I’m mildly disappointed in the way her character ends up, but since the quality of the movie goes up for every scene she’s in, I’m very glad she’s there.

5. Darcy?
I’m of two minds here. Jane’s intern, Darcy, was pretty much a flat comic sidekick in the first movie. In this one, with Jane starting out an emotional wreck because of Lack of Boyfriend Disease (see the notes on Jane below), Darcy is very much in charge of the whole science thing … and it turns out she’s good at it. Here we get to see Darcy competent, mostly in control, and still quite funny. She’s still a bit too fluffy and comic-sidekicky for my taste, but she’s a lot better. And while Jane is pining for Thor and Thor is being clueless and large objects are falling out of the sky and smashing into London, it’s nice that Darcy is keeping the plot running.

THINGS THAT BUG ME:

1. Where’s Jane?
Seriously. Everything I said about Jane in the first movie? How she got her own character arc and seemed to have something to do in the story? All that’s gone here. It’s not much of a spoiler to say that the entire main plot revolves around Jane getting infected with evilness and everyone else freaking out about it. And she just stands there, pining for Thor and being mostly silent. Her most active, interesting moment is arguably the bit right before she hides behind a pillar. Yeah, we get that she’s been taken to Asgard and she’s wowed by everything, but at a certain point you’ve got to adjust and take an active role in your own life. If you’re dying of evil magic-stuff and you’re a freaking scientist, you could do some research on how to not die of evil magic-stuff. Maybe perform some experiments. Or, hey, call Odin on some of his obvious bullshit, of which there’s plenty. But getting infected by evilness seems to completely sap Jane’s free will, to say nothing of her personality. Natalie Portman’s dress is more interesting than she is. I am Very Disappointed, Marvel.

Pantslessness not shown for your safety.
2. Put some pants on.
Poor, poor Stellan Skarsgard. You were the token sane guy in the first movie and the person we worried about most in The Avengers. Now you’re supposed to be crazy because Loki’s been inside your brain, and we totally get that. But did the writers have to play you for straight slapstick? It was funny once to see you running around Stonehenge naked, carrying mysterious scientific equipment, but there was no need to replay the footage over and over. And there was definitely no need, once you went off your obviously crazy-making meds, for you to refuse to wear pants. You bluffed Phil Coulson once, and you teamed up with the Black Widow. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. I am embarrassed for you, token authority figure. Please put some pants on.

3. Poor Christopher Eccleston.
All my sympathy for Stellan Skarsgard goes up an order of magnitude for Christopher Eccleston. Whoever cast him as Malekith did him no favors. I’m going to wave my Doctor Who flag here, and risk getting strangled by the David Tennant and Matt Smith fans to say that I actually liked seeing Eccleston as the Ninth Doctor. He was the first Doctor I genuinely enjoyed, and he had a dark and dangerous edge that was never quite replicated in later incarnations. More importantly, though, Eccleston is an actor who knows how to use his instrument very, very well. His versatile rubber-face and his expressive voice are two of his greatest assets. He could do more with a look and a twist of his accent than the entire Who effects budget all at once. So who the hell thought it was a good idea to weigh him down with heavy facial prosthetics and make him speak a made-up language through a digital voice changer? He didn’t have a great script to start with—we honestly have no idea why we should care about his quest to return the universe to primordial darkness—but I can’t escape the feeling that Eccleston could have turned Malekith into something much more than a cardboard villain if the effects guys and the makeup department had just let him do what he does. You gave him pointy ears, guys—can’t he move them, just once? It’s a big mistake to force your main villain to get lost inside his costume, but that’s just what happened here. Mr. Eccleston, you got shafted, and I am angry on your behalf.

Yes, another face shot. REASONS.
4. Hello AGAIN, Loki.
This one’s brief. As stated above, I love the character of Loki. But even I think there was too much Loki in this movie. He didn’t need quite so many zingers. He didn’t need quite so much screen time. Seriously, there could have been a real movie going on around him, you know? It’s not his fault that it didn’t show up. And it looks like he was supposed to be a subplot, so he really should not have been allowed (or possibly forced) to take over the film like he did. He was only able to do that because there was so little in the way of compelling story going on elsewhere, and his own arc was not quite strong enough to carry the film on its own. Thor: The Dark World tried to turn its B plot into its A without letting the B grow into the role. Either let Loki be a strong supporting player or give him his own movie. Which brings me to …

See, now it's appropriate.
5. Behold the Frankenmovie.
I don’t know whose movie this is supposed to be. If it’s Malekith’s, he should’ve been allowed to talk. If it’s Thor’s, he should’ve had a real problem to solve (Malekith is not a problem because he’s almost not there). If it’s Loki’s, well, you’ve heard enough about that. It can’t be Jane’s because she doesn’t do anything. This whole movie feels like several very different comic-book storylines, of widely varying quality, thrown into a blender and set on “big chunks”. The result is a movie that feels … well, lumpy. Uneven. Sort of smooshed together in a way that doesn’t really work that well. There are some good parts, but they’re all parts of different movies. Honestly, the last scene would have made a better premise for a film than anything that came before it (and that last scene is why I’ll be showing up for the third movie, so good job there, marketers). I fully expect the “all Loki version” to show up on the internet any day now, and it will be an improvement.

What did you guys think of the movie? Let me know in the comments, and label spoilers, if you can …

Monday, April 1, 2013

What happens at WonderCon stays at WonderCon ...


Hawkeye and Thor went to WonderCon once. It was terrible.

I went to WonderCon!

No, don’t recheck old blog entries. I didn’t announce it. I deliberately didn’t announce it, because it was a last-minute decision to accompany a few friends and I wanted to just go as a fan this time. Well, a fan and an interior decorator.

You see, now that I’m settling into the new place, I’m noticing how bare the walls are. Sure, my wonderfully nerdy flatmate has gleefully participated in hanging Captain America’s shield (hers) up in our coat closet and a giant Hobbit poster (mine) on one wall, but my own personal space in the apartment has nothing hanging up but a whiteboard with my to-do list (essential if I’m going to keep to a writing schedule) and a little enamel figure of a fairy holding a typewriter. I’m not used to decorating, as I did most of my growing up in a room where the major blank wall was covered by decorative wood paneling. Now I suddenly want things on the walls, and because I’m me they must be geeky things, so to WonderCon I went, off to see the Artists Alley.

Oh, and that photo? I went with a gang of my friends, temporarily dubbed the Casual Saturday Avengers. That’s Hawkeye and Thor up there with Grumpy Cat. I was Loki. You can tell I was Loki because I’m not in the photo. Tricky that way, aren’t I?

Anyway, major discoveries at WonderCon include …

Cats as absolutely everything (the artist here is the wonderful Jenny Parks, and I particularly recommend her Lokitty and her Doctor Mew images):

Sorry for the low quality on Captain Amerikitty--
had to use a cheapo camera because my good one's on loan.
 A Moriarty comic series from Image that somehow completely flew under my radar:
I did buy a copy of this, but the photo didn't come out.
And Jessica Cathryn Feinberg’s Artlair, also known as the booth where I spent ALL THE MONIES. I walked away with two prints to use as wall hangings—a gorgeous watercolor of a dragon reading a book and a fascinating clockwork coyote. She’s also put out a terrific book called The Clockwork Menagerie that I suspect will be very, very useful in creating Street of Bakers art because it breaks down the process of drawing steampunk clockwork to the reading level of an eight-year-old. Which, as you might have noticed, is about my level of artistic understanding.

You heard it here first—if I ever get a deal for Bakers and am allowed to recommend an illustrator, she is the top of my list. Actually, right now she’s the whole list.

I mean, come on—a clockwork unicorn!

Monday, April 18, 2011

Evented to death


I’m probably the last person in comics fandom to say this, but for the benefit of the non-comics folk reading this blog, I’ll say it anyway: comic crossover events have jumped the shark.

What, you may ask, is a crossover event? On paper, and every once in a while, it’s something that sounds like a good idea. The two biggest comic companies in the U.S.—Marvel Comics (the guys who make Spider-Man and the X-Men, now owned by Disney) and DC Comics (the guys who make Superman and Batman, owned by Time Warner)—make a big deal out of their various comics taking place in a shared fictional universe. Sometimes it’s subtle, like people making Spider-Man jokes in a Captain America comic or complaining when the Teen Titans show up that people were expecting the Justice League. Even if you don’t get every single character and franchise into a given title, you can have little hints, little threads that run out to the larger world. It’s a good conceit, and helps make the stories feel more real (for a given value of “real”—remember, this is still guys in tights whumpin’ on each other).

However, there are also more obvious manifestations of the comic-book-company-as-universe phenomenon, and the crossover event is one of the plainest. In a crossover event, most of the titles put out by a given company participate in a single larger story—say, a few months or a year where aliens are invading and every superhero is called on to fight off the aliens in his or her own way. Plot points to that larger story, like someone discovering a weapon that can defeat the aliens or the alien leader being assassinated, may be scattered throughout those various titles, although it’s generally understood that the really important plot points will show up in either the big-name titles or those most strongly associated with the storyline (translation: if the aliens have mostly fought the X-Men or the Green Lanterns in the past, those guys will be carrying the weight of the plot).

There are good and bad points to crossovers. On the plus side, a crossover event can boost flagging sales in a title that’s very good but doesn’t get much attention, thus ensuring more of those stories for the fans who love them. They also present readers with a chance to see their heroes in new and unusual situations, and compare their responses to those of other characters. On the minus side, however, crossover events often disrupt or derail smaller ongoing stories—some of which are better than the crossover story (it’s hard to keep your story going when the big crossover just killed off your main character). And they rather shamelessly try to get fans to buy every single participating comic in order to get the whole narrative. And too often, the events spin out of control, with the result that the stories vary widely in quality, so there’s no guarantee you’re getting good entertainment for your comics dollar.

Once in a while, crossovers are interesting. But there have been way too many of them in the past decade.

The current wave of event comics pretty much started in 2004, with the Avengers Disassembled storyline in Marvel Comics and Identity Crisis at DC. Disassembled was about the superheroine Scarlet Witch having a meltdown and killing a couple of her Avengers teammates, leading to the dissolution of the team and a lot of psychological damage to Marvel superheroes generally. Identity Crisis was a well-structured murder mystery in comics form (written by Brad Meltzer) about the sudden death of the wife of the Elongated Man and the nasty secrets that get uncovered in the course of the investigation, including a brutal rape and Batman getting lobotomized. Both of these events were relatively self-contained, with only a few tie-ins for titles directly associated with the storylines—Captain America, the leader of the Avengers, had a few Disassembled issues, and Batman and other characters involved in Identity Crisis were seen processing clues and working on the mystery in their own titles.

Then things got a little hinky.
In Marvel, Disassembled led to House of M and a series of storylines in the X-Men titles wherein the still-insane Scarlet Witch robbed mutants of their powers. Then public outcry over assorted superhero malfeasance led to the passage of a law requiring superheroes to register with the government, creating pro-registration and anti-registration factions in a storyline called Civil War. That storyline was followed by the wobbly Secret Invasion, where a bunch of shape-shifting aliens turned out to have been impersonating a bunch of superheroes all along; Dark Reign, where the alien invasion left the Green Goblin in charge of, oh, most of the American government; Siege, where the villain laid siege to Asgard, kingdom of the Norse gods, and finally blew his remaining credibility; and Shadowland, where Daredevil went off the deep end because of all this and turned New York City over to evil ninjas (writer Andy Diggle, I hate you a lot).  In the meantime there were some genuinely awful Spider-Man crossovers that involved retconning a lot of his backstory, including removing his relationship with Mary Jane, and storylines where the Hulk got his own planet, saw that planet destroyed, and came back to try to trash Earth in revenge (World War Hulk). Now they’re doing something called Fear Itself that I don’t even want to know about.

Meanwhile, at DC, the editors apparently lost every thesaurus in the office, leading to a series of crises: Identity Crisis; Infinite Crisis, which involved a whole bunch of parallel worlds colliding; and Final Crisis (which I immediately began calling “the last crisis, pinky swear”), about the alien Darkseid trying to destroy all reality, resulting in the death of a bunch of superheroes and “the day evil won.” That led into Blackest Night, with a bunch of dead superheroes and supporting characters coming back as zombies, and Brightest Day, wherein a bunch of good guys and bad guys were fully resurrected for an unknown purpose (and I still don’t know what that purpose might be, because I didn’t bother to read it). Lesser crossover storylines included Batman R.I.P. and Batman Reborn, which are about what you’d think they’re about, and Amazons Attack, whose whole premise is summed up in its title.

This is why I buy event comics only if a) it’s a title I buy every month anyway; b) it prominently features a character I like; or c) it features a trusted writer with a really good premise. I require at least two out of three before I open my wallet.

The problem with all these crossover storylines, at least from my perspective, is that they erect an unnecessary barrier to entry for new readers. They make it harder and harder for comics to entertain people who aren’t buying every single comic on the stands. With comic-book movies raking in the bucks, you’d think the Big Two would be trying to pull in those new fans, but no such luck.

Take a case in point: I blogged recently about lending a Teen Titans collection, published in 2004, to a friend. I didn’t have the next couple of trades, but she wanted to read them, so I ordered them from a used bookseller, knowing the storylines were pretty good. To tide her over in the meantime, I lent her the first two collections of the Red Robin series, published in 2009 and 2010, which features a mutual favorite character—Tim Drake, formerly known as Robin. The conversation went something like this:

“Okay, you know how Tim and Superboy are best friends in Teen Titans, and Superboy’s just found out he’s got Lex Luthor’s DNA? Well, before the first Red Robin book, Lex Luthor activated Superboy’s subliminal programming and he went crazy and tried to kill the Titans and died in the process, so Robin’s all messed up about that. Oh, and Kid Flash died, too, and Tim started dating Wonder Girl and trying to clone Superboy back to life, which kind of screwed up that relationship, so that’s why Wonder Girl’s acting like this now. And Batman’s dead, I forgot about that, and the freaky little midget in the Robin costume is Batman’s son by Talia al Ghul, and he hates Tim for, well, he doesn’t need a reason. But don’t worry, Superboy and Kid Flash are both alive again by volume 2, which is why Superboy randomly shows up halfway through and Tim hugs him like a six-year-old. He’s just had that kind of year. And Batman comes back to life around, oh, the end of that second volume, but you don’t see him because it happened in a Grant Morrison series that nobody understands, though I should probably show you that one page where Tim locks everyone out of the room and—uh, you’re looking at me kind of funny. No, I’m not making this up. Yeah, I’m afraid so. Er, sorry.”

Dear comics industry—please stop.

Oh, well, at least this summer’s serial (which, yes, does involve superheroes) takes place entirely in my own fictional universe, and all the chapters will be free, so it won’t bust your budget. Oh, and I’m running the whole thing, so you know you’ve got a solid writer cranking out all of the epic guys-in-tights adventure. And while there is a certain amount of cosmic whoozis and the fate of the world is rather at stake, all you’ll have to do to find out what happens is keep showing up at the blog once a week. Same Bat-time, same Bat-URL, to bastardize a phrase. Good old-fashioned storytelling, with extra guys in tights whumpin’ on each other and a discreet amount of kissing.

You’re welcome.