You are viewing bedii

Noumenon is a daisy. [entries|archive|friends|userinfo]
Bruce E. Durocher II

[ userinfo | livejournal userinfo ]
[ archive | journal archive ]

A rough rule of thumb. [Sep. 22nd, 2013|07:45 am]
[Tags|]

When looking for well drawn, well written, and new-to-you comics online, a banner ad at the site which says "Your new site for expansion fetish comics" is a good indicator that you've struck out.

LinkLeave a comment

There are probably too many examples to count... [Sep. 15th, 2013|08:50 am]
[Tags|]

...but just in case: has anyone ever made an alien invasion film out of the old Coronet Instructional or Jam Handy films?

LinkLeave a comment

House/Hausu [Aug. 11th, 2012|01:48 pm]
Thanks to the kindness of friends, I have seen a number of movies recently--award winning and otherwise. (Sometimes very otherwise.) This raises the question, "Bruce, why are you writing about a 35 year old Japanese horror film that was essentially undistributed in the U.S. until 2009/2010 instead of something a bit more recent?" The answer is "Because it was interesting in a slow train-wreck way, and because elements of it have stuck strongly enough in my head to make a more detailed examination worthwhile." I will therefore attempt to give my impressions of the film without spoiling any goodies along the way--which is admittedly a mug's game.

When it comes to horror films, and more particularly ghost stories, I admit I'm not an expert: I tend to cling to my copy of Danse Macabre by Stephen King like a copy of The Lonely Planet Guide to Horror, and firmly believe that if you want something to think about beyond immediate shock value you want names like Richard Matheson or Robert Bloch rather than Rob Zombie. (Because of my inexperience in the area I have been sternly told by scarlettina that I must watch The Cabin in the Woods as soon as practicable.) Keeping this in mind, it seems to me that ghost stories fall into three camps.

The first camp is what you might call "The assembly of the mechanism," wherein we see the process that causes the nasty thing to be formed and/or take up residence and the results thereof. The best example of this that I know of is actually a non-ghost film and is more of a reassembly of the mechanism than an assembly, namely Psycho II.

The second camp features an individual plunged into the middle of an ongoing haunting who has to deal (or fail to deal) with it, with their innate skills and weaknesses being the key to their success or failure. The Innocents is pretty much the film to beat when it comes to this camp--sorry about that, Nicole Kidman and Daniel Radcliffe, but thank you for playing!

The third camp is where a group of protagonists wanders into the middle of a haunting without understanding what's going on and gets creamed, one by one (survivors ideally hoped for by the audience, but decidedly optional). Bad examples of this group are what springs to mind when you hear the term "Dead Teenager Movie." Hausu is firmly in Category Three, but with enough unique elements to elevate it well above the bottom of that particular barrel.

This was producer/director Nobuhiko Obayash's first feature film after a successful career making commercials and advertising films. By various accounts the final shooting script was based on suggestions from his pre-teen daughter of what would be neat to see in a horror film, rather akin to the process that brought forth the online comic Axe Cop thirty years later. This would be a definite handicap in the case of, say, a comedy of manners, but in the case of suspense and horror films there are different dynamics in play.

As King points out when describing both the radio chiller A Trip to the Dentist by Arch Obler and the campfire tale about the "guy with The Hook," the basic plot of both stories is pretty damn stupid if you break them down--they just don't stand up to logical analysis. The reason both stories work and work well has to do with the way they're presented: at a certain point in the story you've left the real world behind and are in a far distant land from the sane, the mundane, and the logical without really realizing how or when you jumped the tracks and ended up in the cornfield. (A useful term describing this point was coined by, I believe, John Badham, who directed Blue Thunder and War Games. He called it "the refrigerator moment," and defined it as when the viewer gets home, goes into the kitchen, pours a glass of milk from the fridge, starts to drink, and says "Now wait a minute..." According to him, the director's job making a suspense film is to get you as far through that glass of milk as possible before "Now wait a minute..." hits, and it seems to me this applies even more when it comes to horror in general, and ghost stories in particular.)

This applies to Hausu in spades. The physical effects in the film are at the level of "Let's buy the physical effects team a beer" (and I love the one where a cat is supposed to leap into the shot but is very clearly pitched in from just out of the frame), and the optical effects are, if possible, even less impressive, probably because Obayash wanted them to look like the creations of a child. (The phrase "Be careful what you wish for" springs to mind--this ain't Paperhouse.) The story is less coherent than The Hook, although it's not as weak as the time I was on a schoolbus and someone breathlessly recited the non-musical version of Little Shop of Horrors. Hausu works, however, because the director labors like a switch-engine to set up the progression of events so that the milk moment never occurs to you through his visual style, through his editing, and through the bizarre twists he executes on what you expect in a story of this type.

We begin with some high-school girls due to go on a vacation from school--there's a brief introduction that sets up each one as having a name which sums up their chief attribute--along with their dreamboat teacher. Up to this point the film is shot as plain vanilla as you could imagine. The lead (called "Gorgeous"--we're not shooting for subtlety here) arrives home and learns her Beloved Composer Father has returned, in a series of scenes shot in a style somewhere between a love story and the life of Electra, whichever comes first. The next day BCF introduces a woman who he plans to marry almost immediately.

At this point Gorgeous writes to an aunt she hasn't seen since her mother's death asking if she and her friends can come to visit for their vacation, and the filming style changes again to emphasize small strange events happening in a way that does not match what we've seen so far at all. The aunt writes back and agrees, and when Gorgeous and her friends change their destination--the teacher will meet up with them later--the strange events and shooting style fade into the background.

We then get a short sequence where the girls ride a bus to their destination that brings to mind a 70's 7-UP commercial in spades, and seems to me to be where Obayash begins to use his experience with commercials to overtly set up a different world from the beginning of the film. The group arrives at the town nearest their destination and are directed by a reluctant villager (Torgo-level strange, of course) to the estate. The house is creepily run down, the aunt is enfeebled and elderly, and her cat looks as if it formerly belonged to Ernst Stavio Blofelt. The girls kick into action to help out around the house, which energizes the aunt in turn--just the way you'd expect in a commercial, with the difference being that as the girls begin to disappear we see both what happens to each and how the aunt gains more energy and becomes younger each time a girl has "an incident."

The fates of the victims bring to mind King's line about a scene making you unsure whether you should laugh or throw up--true "What the hell?" moments. (Without spoiling anything, one involves a melon and another involves a piano in such a way that I actually said "Now there's something you don't see every day, Chauncy" and began humming The Haunting Torgo Theme--you'll recognize both scenes if you rent it.) You could argue that this is no different than the Dead Teenager film of your choice, but in my limited experience with that genre the look-at-the-train-wreck aspect of who gets what and how has a lot less "WTH?" than Hausu, which is why I found Hausu interesting--the question is never as mundane as "will it be a knife, or an axe, or a rockhound's hammer behind the couch, under the bed, or in the Conservatory with Colonel Mustard?"

This ties in with what I've always thought of as "The Mary Poppins Rule," the best illustration of which is the difference between the way the novel Ringu handles its central premise and the way the Japanese film handles it. The book's author had written SF before Ringu, and he spends much time and effort setting up the mechanics of how and why the Big Bad works. The director of the Japanese film follows The Mary Poppins Rule: "I never explain anything." If X and Y take place, then Z happens without a lengthy explanation as to why or how: it just works. Hansu follows The Mary Poppins Rule in spades--or should I say lampshades?

For me, the last few incidents are a bit weak because while they are properly Tales of the Crypt "ironic" they aren't foreshadowed by the names and characteristics of the victims to the degree the earlier occurrences are. (The one that caused me to shout "Fruit Cart" truly comes out of nowhere--and isn't what you're thinking if you've heard that term.) The film concludes with the Big Bad fully operational, although in such a way that I found myself wondering at the end how is was ever going to pull this trick off again. Burnt Offerings, say, begins with active agents capable of luring victims, whereas the closest equivalent in Hausu would be hard-pressed to lure a cat with yarn. Since this Big Bad has, shall we say, more specialized dietary requirements then the one in Burnt Offerings that might explain why it first appears much more run down, busloads of schoolgirls visiting small villages and wandering into trap-door spider range being a less-common item than house renters in California--which I suppose is a Refrigerator Moment of sorts in itself.

I tend to come down on the John Huston/Burt Reynolds point of view on remakes: don't remake a classic--remake a film where something was wrong with the script, or the direction, or the acting, or the editing. When it comes to Hausu I'd have mixed feelings about a remake: God knows the technical could easily be improved on, as could the acting, and possibly the script. As far as the directing goes--well, that's another matter. You'd need a director as unafraid of going beyond the weird as Obayash was (probably because it was his first feature), which makes the pool of possible directors much smaller. Tim Burton could do so--Beetlejuice is clearly in a nearby subdivision of the imagination (which brings to mind my favorite theory that, out in California, E.T. and Poltergeist are happening at the same time in the same suburb)--but the question of how audiences could be lured into the theater if a new version appeared is not one I'd have an answer for.
Link2 comments|Leave a comment

Well, there's another night of sleep shot. [Jun. 23rd, 2012|06:41 am]
Every so often I read Metafilter. Unfortunately, one of the links there lead to a discussion of the stupid and ridiculous sex tips that Cosmopolitan magazine has published over the years. Well and good, except that one "shakespeherian" wrote "Is anyone else as irrationally irritated by Cosmo's weird sex-crazed bashfulness, that supremely annoying way they say things like 'his special parts' and 'when you're doing the deed' while giving explicit instructions on watercoloring with your labia majora or whatever?" Unfortunately this immediately produced a mental picture I DID NOT WANT reinforced with an earworm, so I'll now pass it along to all of you in the hopes that it will instantly leave me in the Mark Twain tradition.

"Now keep in mind Joel can't control
Where the movies begin or end (la-la-la)
Because he used those special parts
To make his robot friends."

All together: One, two, three, EWWWW!
LinkLeave a comment

Rules of Insomnia #4 [Apr. 2nd, 2011|06:20 am]
[Tags|]

You know when your subconscious kicks up The Edible Underwear Spider that chances for further sleep have flown far, far away.
LinkLeave a comment

I will be annoying for days. [Mar. 20th, 2011|12:50 pm]
[Current Mood |ecstaticecstatic]

I just got an e-mail that a question I sent "Cecil Adams" has been moved from the "dozens of questions he's asked every week" list to the "four or five he might consider" list. There's no guarantees, and Cecil has been known to take "weeks, months, even years" if it's a tricky one, but I have hopes that "the world's smartest human" will look it over, decide he likes it, and be able to get confirmation for his instant and intuitive answer without having to tear his hair out in the process. At which point I will be insufferable for weeks.
Link2 comments|Leave a comment

Tonight's feature... [Feb. 24th, 2011|04:46 am]
[Current Mood |Disturbed]

Working in an auto sales/repair facility. Upset woman shows up with male companion. Were on safari when associate kidnapped by unicorn she was riding. Job is affiliated with company that offers tracking and recovery service so I try to help. Customer generally hostile and will not give her cell number in case she's grabbed while we try to get trace on associate. Call to Africa necessary and connection is poor and keeps dropping so I go to back rooms to try in a quieter location. Many pointless distractions, then co-worker comes back and tells me there's no point in continuing because they just ran angry woman's credit card and it's no good. Trying to figure out how to handle angry woman when I realize I'm in a dream and say "I don't have to do this. Screw it!" and end the dream.

Posted via LjBeetle
Link1 comment|Leave a comment

Sometimes your subconscious is more upset than you realized. [Feb. 23rd, 2011|02:41 am]
[Current Mood |surprisedsurprised]

I just had a dream (not a nightmare, really, but rapidly developing into a mess when I woke up) about being in a Rififi/Mission Impossible style caper to steal back my moped from the bastard/bastards that stole it from me last year...
Link2 comments|Leave a comment

It's my LJ, I can do what I like. Today, I like to say good things about nice people. [Jan. 13th, 2011|12:24 pm]
It strikes me that while I've known them for years I've never put anything down here about philfoglio or kajafoglio, which is a screaming shame, especially with their new book Agatha H. and the Airship City now available, so I will rectify this at once.

Phil (to let age come before beauty, and boy am I going to get a scowl over that) is at first glance a big Northern Italian boy--at first I thought he was Swiss--with an attitude toward his fellow beings that's right between a stereotypical Texan ("You take care of the lunch bill, I'll take care of the Cadillacs") and W.C. Fields at his most expansive ("Is this a game of chance?" "Not the way I play it, no."), with a wicked sense of comic timing. If he's in a relaxed situation, or if something interests him as unusual this attitude slips and you get a related but different Phil: still friendly but inquisitive and highly focused, willing to spend the time and effort to get whatever information you can give him. (I suspect any publisher that goes into contract negotiations with him expecting an easygoing mark they can con will get the shock of their lives. As it is, he's a very good poker player.) His library is the second best private collection I've ever been in (Edd still takes first place), and is obviously well-used. He's not easy to surprise, but I managed it once with the gift of a book he'd been unable to find for years and it was like seeing a kid finding the best Christmas gift EVER under the tree. Having once seen him justly annoyed at a dastard who'd come up in conversation, I'd never want to truly piss him off: I suspect he's smarter than I am and if he's like my relatives there's no way he'll ever quit if he's in the right.

Kaja comes across as lean and elegant until something strikes her as silly, at which point she'll either laugh like hell or point out how foolish it is. She is probably the person I know that most worries about being polite, which is why the Kitten of Assistance is named Kaja: whenever I visited and their cat Bruce jumped on the furniture she'd order him off and then turn and apologize because the cat had the same name, they'd named him before they met me, and... I finally told her that I'd make her a deal--I'd name my next cat Kaja and she'd quit apologizing. That ended the problem. Her name means Jackdaw, and when an idea or object draws her attention it's impossible to forget this: shining eyes accompanied by poking at her subject from all sides--is it shiny, what shape is it, does it make a noise, if you turn it over and press it here and there what does it do? She's an extremely gifted artist, but instead of churning out lots and lots of work (so I could acquire one of her pieces someday) she's busy running the Airship Entertainment publishing empire, which makes me bitch and moan and grind my teeth when she's not present. In physical appearance she's closer in appearance to Dixie than Professor Foglio--I don't know what past event Phil was thinking of when he put the nose that high in the air for the Professorial portrait.

They have two Experiments, who I'll only mention briefly because some folks don't like details about their kids. Experiment 1 has clearly inherited both his parent's good looks and their intelligence: he reminds me of what I was like at that age, but with a better temper and stronger impulse control. (At which my surviving relatives can all chime in "He could hardly have less...") I expect he'll be a major heartthrob when he hits high school. Experiment 2 is a bright and pretty little girl and will, I expect, turn out similarly: if she has an athletic bent I expect her to end up as a point guard or a member of Women's Crew at the UW based on her parent's phenotypes.
LinkLeave a comment

Ever feel like you're driving the clown car? [Dec. 30th, 2010|11:01 am]
[Tags|]

Just got through a morning of fun phone stuff. My fine tuning depends on a series of treatments being completed first, which was delayed by surgery for an abscess. I had been told that my treatment two weeks ago was the final one for the series: turns out there was another scheduled for today that we didn't know about. Meanwhile, the surgeons office called to verify my pre-admission on Monday, followed by surgery Tuesday. Margaret got the doctor handling the treatments on the line to ask if we should come in today for treatment since surgery was being scheduled for Tuesday and he was shocked: normally they tell the surgeons when the process is finished so the surgery can be done four weeks later, so what must have happened is that the surgeons have been sticking to the original schedule from months ago without checking for updates. So: I go in and meet with the surgeon tomorrow and probably will be rescheduled for the middle of the month. We think. Perhaps. Maybe. (Basically, somebody's rolling dice down here, and we're waiting to see how many spots are on the side I'm strapped to.)
LinkLeave a comment

navigation
[ viewing | most recent entries ]
[ go | earlier ]