Bruce Lee, JFK jr., and Trump

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A common statement I hear repeated endlessly on political discussions is how the majority of GOP electeds, not the base mind you, are hoping for a Big Mac, or a Heart Attack, or a stroke to remove Trump from the political field by removing him from life. They suffer twin delusions with this fantasy.

The first is that somehow Trump vanishing from the scene would magically return the Republican Party to its state before that grotesque vainglorious buffoon descended that elevator. This ignores the fact that decades of stoking fear and hate created the condition that allowed Trump to seize the party from its establishment. It also ignores the basic truth of the universe, that time flows in one direction and the past is forever lost to us. The GOP today without Trump will carry forward Trump’s stamp. He has remade the party and while it can be remade again it will never be something from the past.

The second delusion is the idea that Trump’s sudden demise would be accepted as factual by his most fanatical supporters.

In July of 1973 actor, athlete, and producer Bruce Lee died. For many this was simply unbearable and rather than accept the simple fact that everyone dies and sometimes death is visited upon the healthy and fir conspiracy theories sprang up and continue to this day.

In July of 1999 JFK jr., son of the slain president, died when the airplane he was piloting suffered ‘controlled flight into terrain.’ The terrain being the Atlantic Ocean. One of the Q-Anon conspiracies is that he did not die, it was a hoax, and that he would return. The fact that so many very right people are holding out hope for a Democratic persona to returned gives evidence to the unhinged nature of conspiracy theories.

Trump’s death would instantly become a new and probably vast conspiracy theory. It may seem far-fetched and beyond reason to many of us but remember this is the population of people who accept that there is a secret cabal of Democrats feasting on infants in the basement of pizza parlors.

Between the lasting effect of Trump’s years at the head of the GOP and the fanatical followers who would not accept his death the party would find itself tethered to Trump ghost far tighter than they ever had been to Reagan’s.

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World-Building is Revealing

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Whether we are speaking of writing, or gaming, world-building, the process of laying out a fictional environment and how it functions is reveals aspects of the creator’s implicit assumptions about reality.

I noticed this most clearly in Role Playing Games where the world-builder in question is the person who ‘runs’ the game. They established the history, sociology, and politics of their campaign setting and then through the players’ interaction with the world and its peoples reveal their own ideas about how our world really works.

One gamemaster ran campaigns where it was never possible to ‘get ahead’ while obeying the law. For the players to not fall into endless crippling debt, they always resorted to criminality. That person also believed that the world we live in was rigged and that cutthroat selfishness was required to triumph over others.

Another rana Dungeons and Dragons campaign where every evil human had at some point in their backstory had been broken. Evil wasn’t something someone chose but the result of someone ‘snapping.’  This gamemaster sees people as innately good and that evil also has a reason, a cause.

This I think applies to authors as well. There is a well-regarded, award-winning SF author and in every one of the novels they wrote at the heart lies a conspiracy. A cabal of people working in close collaboration for their own benefit and to the harm of the general population. Do I think that this author, whom I have met and is a fine and generous person, believes in whack-a-doodle ideas like ancient aliens, Q-Anon, or that Finland isn’t real? No, but I do suspect that they think that there is coordinated effort where there may simply be convergent goals and methods.

I am sure a careful reading of my own work and games would reveal aspect of myself that I am unaware I had put there. This is an unavoidable effect of world-building. Another author I know works very diligently to not be ‘political’ in their writings and yet their politics are on clear display in the way they craft and utilize their characters. When we create we must draw from ourselves and what we think is real so we cannot but help to have our works reflects some aspect of our true selves.

A gentle reminder that I have my own SF novel available from any bookseller. Vulcan’s Forge is about the final human colony, one that attempts to live by the social standard of 1950s America and the sole surviving outpost following Earth’s destruction. Jason Kessler doesn’t fit into the repressive 50s social constraints, and he desire for a more libertine lifestyle leads him into conspiracies and crime.

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A Return to Role Play Gaming

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Saturday evening saw the return of my Space Opera RPG campaign as the players, and I reconvened on Zoom.

While during the heights of the pandemic many people took their role play games virtual with online tabletops given that Space Opera, a game system that has been out of print for nearly 40 years, has not dedicated online support system, we kept our game, once it restarted following vaccination, in person at my friend’s office. Sadly, my friend had moved away and the had to move to Zoom or simply stop. This weekend, after the prolonged chaos of moving, and missing a player who was unavailable, we resumed exactly where we had left off.

I had concerns about my ability to run a game in a virtual meeting space, but it turned out fine. Granted, the session ended earlier than I had wanted when I developed a sore throat but overall, it was a success.

In the words of Vision and The Scarlet Witch ‘This works.’

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SPEAK OUT OR COLLABORATE IN SILENCE

Many, if not most, people with some understanding of history are at least familiar with the poem by Pastor Neimoller. A confession and an awareness of where his support for the NAZIs and his apathy for the suffering of others had ultimately led. If you are not, here is the text.

 

First They Came by Pastor Martin Neimoller

First they came for the Communists
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a Communist
Then they came for the Socialists
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a Socialist
Then they came for the trade unionists
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a trade unionist
Then they came for the Jews
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a Jew
Then they came for me
And there was no one left
To speak out for me.

‘They’ are coming. Right now, here in the United States of America, they are coming for the Trans Community and most of you are not Trans, maybe you don’t know anyone who is or who has transitioned, but they are coming for them, and you have the choice of speaking out and standing by and saying nothing because it does not harm you. ‘They’ will make all manner of ‘justifications’ for their actions, invoking the ‘children’ as the noble reasons for their actions but these are lies. They know that they are lies, we know that they are lies. If you stay silent you murder the truth for their lies.

Just as the poem progressed, so will their march of suppress and destroy everything that they do not approve of. You may be number on their list, or number two, or number three, but they will eventually reach you.

Do not wait until it is your pain and torment to see their evil. Open your eyes and see it now. They are counting on your apathy for those quite unlike you, prove them wrong.

Conservatism does not equal fascism, but the modern GOP has surrendered to it fascistic elements. Until that cancer is excised from the body politic and burned back into the shadows no member of that party deserves any position of power. Your vote is your voice, use it or be complicit.

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Movie Review: 65

 

Movie Review: 65

Adam Driver plays a pilot from an alien civilization that crashes on Earth 65 million years ago at the end of cretaceous period and must save himself and his sole surviving passenger while fighting off dinosaurs.

That single sentence description far more action and entertainment than the delivers. I went into the auditorium expecting a fun, mindless, ‘popcorn movie’ but discovered that 65 failed to deliver anything approaching even the barest minimums of engagement. It would be difficult for me to remember a screening that had left me as bored as this one.

Driver’s character, Mills, is given a perfunctory and cliche backstory, presumably to create emotional engagement and to misdirect the audience as to the exact nature of his emotional distress. After encountering another tired, worn, and idiotic cinematic cliche from bad 50’s Sci-Fi films, the ‘uncharted meteor storm,’ his ship is disabled and crashes on cretaceous Earth, an equally ‘uncharted’ planet. The passengers, all in some sort of hibernating sleep capsules, are killed save for the one that will have emotional resonance with Mills. However, this star-faring race with faster than light travel apparently never invented a manifest and so he has no idea who she is, where she’s from, or even which languages she might possibly be familiar with. Now this ersatz father-daughter duo must transverse on foot less than 10 miles to escape this deadly planet.

What should have been a sequence of set pieces with thrills, tension, and scares quickly becomes a tedious pattern of nothing exciting. Oh, Mills and the girl do face danger at every turn but nothing that was supposed to be tense ever possessed the least amount of actual tension. Mills has advanced technology to assist, except for when the scrip requires it to fail, which it does just long enough to cause trouble and then the tech resumes proper function. There is a piece with a waterfall that I honestly thought. “Oh, they ripped this off from the Universal Studio’s ride, and the ride did it better.”

The third act bring in the Chicxulub impactor, the asteroid hypnotized to have cause the extinction of the non-avian dinosaurs, as an additional ‘ticking clock’ and a futile attempt to inject tension into the flaccid fairytale.

Nothing that happens in 65 is in the least bit surprising, original, or even entertaining. It is a movie constructed of bit and bobs from better films and wasted 90 minutes of my limited time on the planet.

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Animal Cruelty in Film and that Kangaroo Hunt

 

 

It has been more than a week since I watched Wake in Fright and the film remains in my thoughts. I have sought out and listened podcasts discussing the film, its troubled launch, its status as a ‘lost movie,’ and its eventual rediscovery, restoration, and honors from the likes such as Martin Scorsese.

No aspect of the film is more controversial that the third act Kangaroo hunt depicted in savage, revolting realism because it was an actual, government sanctioned, kangaroo hunt.

The film’s director, Ted Kotcheff, is a vegetarian and reportedly, even at the time, quite concerned with animal rights. It is quite clear that nothing in the hunt is filmed in such a way as to glorify its violence or brutality. The sequence, critical to the character’s arc, is about John Grant’s final descent into a mindless, drunken state that surrenders all pretense of civility, rationality, and Ash in Alien might pronounce, ‘all delusions of morality.’

The controversy is could have Kotcheff, already a veteran director with three feature film and more than a dozen television episode under his belt, achieved the same dramatic and moral effect with a simulated hunt?

The cinematic technology of 1971 hasn’t yet dreamed of the fantastic capabilities computer generated imagery and Jaws with its robotic shark lay 4 years in future and with a budget 8 times that available to Kotcheff. Given the technological and budgetary a graphic, ‘in your face’ depiction of the Kangaroo hunt could only have been achieved with a real slaughter.

Was the goal worth the killing?

That’s a question without a clear objective answer. The hunt was not conducted for the film’s benefit. It was an already scheduled event that would have transpired with or without the production’s participation. Not filming it would have prevented no cruelty, It could be argued that the production taking part in the hunt actually saved some Kangaroos.

There are reports that the hunters drank heavily and in a drunken state began carelessly and cruelly wounding the animals and that this so offended and sicked the production team that they engineered a ‘power failure’ stopping the hunt. It is also possible that the presence of the production helped to encourage the drinking and rowdiness contributing to the violent orgy. We can’t know what would have happened without the production present.

How about the audience? It that level of graphic content necessary to provoke a response?

For people already concerned or disposed to care about animal cruelty, that level of graphic repulsive violence is not required. But perhaps for the large percentage of the population who gives it little or no thought, what have not experienced or envisioned what slaughter and cruelty actually look like, it might need that stomach turning sequence to shake them out of their complacency. Had Wake in Fright been a massive international box office hit it may have sparked an awareness in the public in the manner that Jaws launched a hatred and killing of sharks that the novel’s author regretted for the rest of his life. However, with the film not finding acclaim or success until the next century any impact from its intention is minimal to non-existent.

We can say at least Kotcheff tried to make a statement, an impression, to awaken public apathy to animal cruelty but another film has none of those reasons or excuses for its on-screen brutality to animals.

Michael Crichton’s 1979 film The Great Train Robbery, adapted from his own bestselling novel is a fictionalized account of a daring gold heist in Victorian England. One sequence of the film involves find the moral weakness in what appears to be an incorruptible man and that failing turns out to be ‘he’s a ratting gent.’

Ratting is the brutal sport of betting on terriers in a pit with rats and wagering on how many rats the dog can kill.

Crichton says on the laserdisc commentary that he was unaware that they would be filming actual ratting until they reached the set but if he knew in advance or not I still find it reprehensible. The sequences served no greater purpose in the film than to uncover this man weakness. It was not an advancement of the protagonist’s emotional growth or understanding, it was not to shock sensibility into the audience. It is a cruelty that I consider wholly unjustified.

I am conflicted about the hunt in Wake in Fright but not at all about the ratting in The Great Train Robbery. Film is wonderful and wonderous, but it does not justify abuse and cruelty to animals or people.

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I don’t Normally Comment on The Oscars

 

It’s not that I have some great animosity towards the Academy Awards nor is my silence a protest over to whom the awards are presented. There are a great many overlooked films and persons involved in film production with many unjustly not considered for these elaborate peer group affirmations. That’s what all awards are, peer-groups reflecting the pride and prejudices of their times and members expressing collective opinions about what they approved of. These are not objective measures but as with everything associated with the arts subjective impressions and reactions.

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With all that said, it warms my awards cold heart that Everything Everywhere All at Once took home so many of those little golden funny men this year.

EEAO won the Best Picture, Best Director, Supporting Actor and Actress, Lead Actress, Original Screenplay, and Editing. That is an impressive sweep and for a genre film that sways from the deeply profound about the existential dread that can lie at the heart of human existence to very silly gags about butt-plug powered martial arts, those wins are ever more impressive and less likely.

It is no secret that in the arts, stage, screen, television, and publishing, genre material, science-fiction, fantasy, and horror is often cast out to a ghetto. All too often the entity of the genre is judged as no better than its worst example. For EEAO to overcome that bias is a true achievement. EEAOwore its genre proudly on its sleeve. There was no fuzziness about its categorization with terms like, ‘elevated horror’ or ‘psychological thriller’ deployed to justify celebrating a horror film such as The Silence of the Lambs. This movie shouted its geekiness and its absurdity while pulling tears from our eyes with the truth that merely living is simultaneously both joy and agony.

We can quibble and debate which person should have won this or that award but for the moment let’s just celebrate that for this brief shining moment genre is seen as equally worthy of respect as any ‘normal’ dramatic tale.

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My Strange Relationship with The Last of Us

 

A new prestige television series from the creator of the fantastic Chernobyl? You would think that I would be right there every Sunday evening, devouring the newest episodes.

The truth is that zombies of all stripes have worn rather thin for me, particularly the setting of the zombie apocalypse. Yes, I know that these are not technically zombies, they are not magically reanimated corpses but aggressive, disease-infected individuals. The cast looks

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fantastic and there’s no doubt that the series is winning praise from both within and without of the genre communities. And yet I really am not interested in watching it. I never played the game. Games with prolonged story arcs are less appealing to me due to their intense commitment in time. I play first person shooters, never completing their ‘campaigns’ but simply enjoying the on-line matches against hyper-competent players who nearly always leave me beaten and broken.

So, it sounds like I have no relationship with TLOU, but that’s not accurate either.

Craig Mazin, the principal writer and showrunner, co-hosts a fantastic podcast on screenwriting called Scriptnotes. For Chernobyl he launched a companion podcast for the limited series to help illuminate the history and where the show explored fiction. The podcast was a success and helped promote the series and naturally HBO wanted another for The Last of Us.

So, without watching a single episode of the series, or having played the game one second, I am a devoted listener to the series’ companion podcast.

The podcast features Mazin, Druckman ho was the creative force behind the game and co-runs the series with Mazin, and the voice actor who first gave life to one the game’s and show’s principal characters, Joel. Episodes by episode they break down what happens, why they made the creative decisions that they did in staying true to the game or driving far afield from it, and expounding on, in their view, what makes foe compelling stories.

While I may not be interested in fungal zombies overrunning the world, I am thoroughly and utterly fascinated by the process by which that premise becomes so compelling to so many and the secrets of the story telling craft these men so clearly understand.

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Terrible Days Lay Ahead

Terrible Days Lay Ahead

I have been voting since the 1980 elections and throughout that time there have been those that conflate ‘conservative’ with ‘fascist.’ To be fair it was with equal abandonment that ‘liberal’ was conflated with ‘communist.’ Both conflations were the product of the ‘us’ vs ‘them’ mentality that required political opponents be treated as enemies rather than people with different views, opinion, and premises. A natural consequence is that the weight of those terms evaporated. If everything conservatives, right or wrong, is fascist by sheer frequency of occurrence fascism becomes more commonplace and therefore less terrible.

Now, the fascists that always hid inside conservatism have taken the movement and its devices. This was not a bolt from the blue because of a single presidential candidate or election. This is the result of decades of tolerating hatred, bigotry, and cruelty because it yielded electoral benefits. Eradicating fascism from American political life will be long, arduous, path requiring an unending commitment to its defeat at every level.

Because this is a long war, dark days are coming.  The fascist war on people, currently the focus is on the Transgendered community, but should they win, they will move against their next target, is not a war about any sort of sane policy or principled stand. The fascists, as fascists have always done, are fixated on myth, lies, and a history that never existed. They have created a prior existence and view of the world that is no more real that Camelot’s Court or Wakandan Science.

From 1980 through 2003 I was a registered Republican, though I scarcely agreed with everything the party argued for. (IF you do agree 100% with a political party I seriously doubt that you are critically considering all aspects and are more of an ‘us’ vs ‘them’ mentality.) To me it was clear that the growing authoritarian movement within the GOP was ascendant when they embraced torture of prisoners. A political philosophy capable of torture is capable of any terrible atrocity. The intervening two decades has only strengthened my conviction on this matter.

The fascists are going to win some of the battle ahead. There will be setbacks for liberty and freedom. At times all will seem lost, but we must never stop fighting. Only by thoroughly crushing this poisonous ideology and idolatry can we move forward to a future where everyone can live their true authentic lives.

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The Rig: Concluding Review

 

Two months ago I posted a review of the streaming series The Rig about ancient threats from Amazon Studiosthe ocean’s floor endangering the crew of a North Sea Oil Rig. At the time I called the first couple of episodes an intriguing start.

Sadly, I can’t say that the season ended well.

It did not end terribly either.

It sort of petered out, revealing some things, establishing its deeper mythos and lore, but clearly more focused on a second, or possibly even more, season that crafting a tale well told.

I do not insist that every season of a multi-part project be presented as a complete story. Game of Thrones first season certainly ended with loads of unresolved plotlines, but it also had a finality to it that gave it a sense of ending. The Stark’s time in King’s Landing had ended, that chapter was done, and the tragedy had befallen the family.

The Rig, while superficially, presenting the same sort of season close had none of that emotional weight. The oil rig is abandoned, some characters survived, some did not, but none of it felt like a close. It reeked of ‘cliff hanger,’ something I truly despise.

Endings are critical. I personally cannot start writing a short story or novel without knowing the ending. It is the culmination of all those hours of reading and watching. It is the treasure that is the artist’s gift to the reader and audience. It is the bow that completes the wrapping.

An ending doesn’t have to be ‘happy.’ Michael’s at the conclusion of The Godfather is far from happy. He has become everything he said he was not, but that transformation is the point and that’s what we see fully realized in the ending.

The Rig gave me nothing but the dangling thread that more was to come but without the character arc, without the human transformation, more to come is far from enticing.

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