PROMETHEUS IS BAD, YEAH

I’m not entirely sure what Mr. Scott wanted this movie to be, but I’m positive it didn’t turn out the way he envisioned. If anyone is unfamiliar with PROMETHEUS, he was a Greek God or titan who either helped mankind in spite of Zeus or was our original creator and molded us out of clay. It really depends on what myth you like the sound of the best. Either way, PROMETHEUS helped humanity become what it is today.

The first scene in the movie depicts a humanoid alien seeming to sacrifice himself in order to propogate what I assumed to be the Earth with his genetic code during the primordial stages of the planet, thus fulfilling the PROMETHEUS reference. So far, so good, the movie is taking a page out of the myth.

Afterward we, the audience, are informed that the ship is named PROMETHEUS for reasons that still escape me. They’re on an exploratory mission to find the original creators of man (aka PROMETHEUS) who they decided to refer to as engineers instead. No intelligent quips about the myth can be found anywhere in the movie. In fact, I’m fairly confident at this point that Ridley Scott has no idea who PROMETHEUS actually is and just liked the sound of the word; he branded the ship with it so he could hear his actors say it as many times as possible throughout the movie. In retrospect I suppose I took the title too literally and it’s my own fault for believing Hollywood could get anything right.

Much like James Cameron’s giant loogie to the face of quality film making named AVATAR, PROMETHEUS is one giant cliche from beginning to end. Scientific mission? Let’s get a couple of scientists together who abhor violence of any kind, then recruit some assholes who will be sure to fuck up somewhere along the line and end up getting people killed. First of all, any real scientist is going to understand and appreciate protection in an unknown and potentially hostile alien environment. Somehow, after all these years, Hollywood still believes all scientists to be as dipshitted as Timothy Treadwell.

Let’s also consider for a moment that this is a privately funded expedition by a trillionaire CEO of the largest and most important corporation in the galaxy, and they can’t seem to afford a disciplined crew? Instead they end up with the kind of retards you find hanging out and getting shitfaced at your seedy local bar. Self-righteous scientists, say hello to meatheaded asscans–how many times has this movie been made? Sixty? More? We can’t get a more intelligent premise than this out of Ridley Scott? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. After AVATAR I thought science fiction had nowhere to go but up, turns out Mr. Scott proved me wrong.

Anyway. Our troop of diverse stupidity runs into vats of alien DNA. Fast-forward and they’ve taken a 2,000 year old head of an “engineer” onto their ship, which somehow manages to explode. Apparently it was infected with alien DNA and the result was that it blows up. Seems fine, except that a few minutes later one of the primary characters ends up infected by the same DNA and it doesn’t cause him to explode. In fact, at some point later in the movie yet another crew member is infected by the DNA and it also doesn’t cause E.F.S.–explosive face syndrome–it just turns them into angry zombies with super strength. So you’re thinking, hey, the DNA must react in unique ways when combined with a different species–WRONG! You also find out during the movie that the engineers share the exact same genome as us, meaning they ARE us, meaning the alien DNA should react in a similar fashion BUT IT DOESN’T.

Okay, rewind. Why does Fassbender’s character put alien DNA in the drink of one of the self-righteous scientists? He’s supposed to be a cybernetic being, incapable of emotions, including malice. I guess it could be argued that he was under orders from his father figure to perform research, but to what end? He has already shown that he is capable of reading and understanding the engineers’ language, you’d think he already knew what was in those vats just by reading about it, but somehow he felt it necessary to infect one of the crew members with it, regardless of the fact that once exposed to the DNA the crew member could have, and very nearly did, become a danger to both himself and his father figure.

Cybernetic being, incapable of emotion, but not incapable of reason. In another scene he diagnoses the primary female character with pregnancy, is aware that what is inside of her is not human and displayed three months of growth in the span of ten hours, yet he seems entirely unconcerned with helping her to remove the entity and quarantining it for the safety of the entire ship. The character just doesn’t seem to have proper motivation for any of his actions.

Fast-forward again. It is discovered, or assumed, that the vats of alien DNA are a biological weapon and will be used to eradicate the population of Earth (and probably other planets along the way). However, like I touched on earlier, it doesn’t actually seem to do anything to humans other than turn them into violent zombies. What’s the point? My wife brought up an idea that the DNA is actually a parasite and it requires a variety of hosts in order to go through the many stages before it finally becomes -the- Alien. The problem I have with that is violent zombies don’t have sex with each other to create squid-huggers that then implant the seed of -the- Alien into someone’s body.

I ask again, what is the point of the DNA turning humans into violent zombies if it’s actually supposed to be a biological weapon? You haven’t performed genocide on the planet. You haven’t released -the- Alien en masse on the population. If anything you’ve made an even stronger enemy–they’re really hard to stop, they’re super strong, and they want to kill anything that moves. Turn the entire planet into that and your only accomplishment is making life more difficult for yourself, if a global cleansing was your goal in the first place. So that didn’t make any sense in the context of the movie either.

Most of the things that happen in PROMETHEUS don’t make sense in the context of the movie. Like the aforementioned meathead asscan who turns into a raging, violent zombie. He first shows up again crumpled over into what looks like a contorted scorpion pose, and then demonstrates that he is actually quite capable of bipedal locomotion when he proceeds to kill half the remaining crew. What was the point of him being in some awkward pose if he could move around like normal? It seems like Ridley Scott just wanted to see certain things and hear certain words and phrases in his movie, and he had no intention of actually putting any effort into the making of it.

The movie goes from making no sense to somehow managing to make even less sense. They introduce conflicts that shouldn’t have even existed and served no purpose. Take the cesarean section scene for example. Why, with all their apparent infinite knowledge of technology (they’re flying through space, have mastered putting people in, and taking people out of, stasis, manufactured an intelligent cybernetic being, etc) but their operating table/system is calibrated for men only? It also doesn’t serve any purpose, because the protagonist just puts it on manual mode and inputs a cesarean section anyway.

What was the point? To make her plight seem more frantic? Or to make the guys writing the script seem like uneducated jackasses? The machine was obviously capable of performing the operation just fine, which means it wasn’t a matter of hardware, it was a matter of software. In the future, when you’re zipping through space in your supermassive, I would think you could press a fucking button and BAM, software configuration switched from male to female. No problem.

The more I think about this movie the more I realize how terrible it really was. Scrape away the pretty special effects (minus Guy Pearce’s makeup job, which was shit balls) and you’re left with a story that isn’t so much confusing to us as it illuminates how confused Ridley Scott must have been while making it.

Throughout the film we see holograms of the engineers running from something, scared. One frightened to such a degree he manages to decapitate himself on a sliding door. Yet, later, when we actually meet an engineer, he doesn’t seem to remember/give a shit/is indifferent about the plight of his people two thousand years past and immediately picks up where he left off: destroy all humans. Whatever.

Was there anything I liked? The movie looked pretty. I enjoyed seeing Noomi Rapace half naked a couple of times. I liked Fassbender as David, even though the character was shit, lacked any sort of motivation, Fassbender still managed to be good. I was a fan of the selfless act of the captain as he rammed PROMETHEUS directly into the engineers’ ship.

I didn’t like the final scene where Vickers and Eli are running from the engineers’ ship as it crashes and rolls down hills like an overgrown metal doughnut. They run in a straight line, directly in the path of the ship. STRAIGHT LINE. I was trying to give them the benefit of the doubt when Rapace’s character (Elizabeth) trips, falls down, and manages to roll TWICE which somehow magically moves her out of the radius of crush your face. If rolling twice is all that was required to save your ass from the path of the ship why did neither character think of running on a diagnal from it? Because Ridley Scott is an idiot, that’s the answer I’m going with.

So there you have it. PROMETHEUS is terrible.

Dictator Avenges Hugo and His Musketeers

TL;DR EDITION
Hugo: Sucked.
The Dictator: Passable. Should have been better.
The Three Musketeers: Sucked. Couldn’t finish watching it.
Wanderlust: Not bad. I am beginning to forgive Paul Rudd for How Do You Know (2010).
The Avengers: Good. Buy it on September 25th.

HUGO (2011)

Boring, boring, boring. Movie never goes anywhere. Attempts to be quirky/fantastic, ends up dull, lifeless and riddled with scenes that don’t seem to belong together. How this was even nominated for academy awards, much less won them, is a testament to how far sucking off the right people will get you. Or, in the case of Martin Scorsese, how being revered in your field can garner your projects praise even when they don’t deserve it.

Sacha Baron Cohen is really the only reason to watch this movie. His character’s love interest with Lisette, played by Emily Mortimer, is the only genuinely intriguing part of an otherwise underwhelming performance on all sides of the ball. Unfortunately it never gets developed, half the characters in the movie aren’t developed for that matter, and the one thing that could have saved this film is shat on in favor of more disjointed scenes of visual “splendor”.

I’m pretty sure Scorsese watched James Cameron’s Avatar (2009) and thought “You know what? I bet I could make a film about absolutely nothing and get away with it, too.” Unfortunately for him, wannabe students of film are the only ones who pretended to like this movie–it bombed financially–so it never reached the mythical bullshit level of success enjoyed by Avatar.

THE DICTATOR (2012)

Speaking of Sacha Baron Cohen, I watched The Dictator recently. While I really enjoyed the character of Admiral General Aladeen, the film itself falls a little flat. Based on the premise it could have been amazing, but it is spackled with jokes that fall on their face or scenes that go on much longer than they should. I, personally, would have liked to see more of the Supreme Grocer period of the movie.

THE THREE MUSKETEERS (2011)

Do not watch this movie–ever.

WANDERLUST (2012)

Paul Rudd is dead to me. Okay, not yet. After agonizing through one of his previous films, How Do You Know (2010), I vowed to never again watch a movie where Mr. Rudd played a primary role. I would talk about what a piece of work his character was in what was supposed to be a romantic comedy, but that’s a review for another time.

I reneged on Paul Rudd last year when I sat down to watch Our Idiot Brother (2011) and was pleasantly surprised. I allowed him a reprieve, but it wasn’t without some hesitation that I recently decided to watch Wanderlust, his newest film which co-stars Jennifer Aniston as his wife.

The movie wasn’t bad. It was surprisingly good. Paul Rudd has once again convinced me to offer him clemency. That’s not to say the movie isn’t without its faults. Many scenes drag on far too long. I recall one in particular where Paul’s character is trying to psyche himself into sleeping with Eva, a recently converted hippy played by Malin Akerman, by talking into a mirror. The scene itself was awkward in both its length and its dialog, and when completed it jumped right into another scene with the same tired gags.

After the movie finished I realized what Paul Rudd’s problem is. He’s extremely funny, he’s charming, he’s an excellent comedic actor. Wait, what is his problem? The problem occurs when Paul Rudd plays a character trying to get a girlfriend. At which point the movie turns into a raging pile of dog shit and you literally hate his character so much you refuse to watch any movie he’s in, sorry Anchorman. However, in both Our Idiot Brother (2011) and Wanderlust (2012), Paul’s character is not trying to find a girlfriend and both movies end up being really fun.

If you’re reading this, Paul, don’t make any more shitty romantic comedies and people will stop hating you.

THE AVENGERS (2012)

What do you say about the most successful superhero movie of all time? It was good. It didn’t blow my mind. It didn’t change how I think about superhero movies. It didn’t help me find religion or make me want to travel the world in search of my true self. It did, however, make me say “yes”.

Initially I didn’t understand why Loki was chosen as the villain for this movie, considering that he was already the villain in Thor (2011), but the character–played by Tom Hiddleston–does exhibit a certain sleazy charm. After he was given some screen time I settled for Loki and ended up happy that they brought him back into the fold.

Robert Downey Jr was his usual awesome self, but that’s to be expected. I have heard that he also looks a little bit like me, so that makes him even more cool. Everyone did an admirable job portraying their comic book alter egos, however I’m still not sold on Samual Jackson as Nick Fury, but I guess I’ll just have to live with it. Don’t get me wrong, I love me some bad motherfucker, he just isn’t Nick Fury.

I have to say the best part of the entire film is watching the Hulk smash everything within a nine block vicinity of the camera. There is one scene in particular that depicts the Hulk racing through a skyscraper toward one of the flying alien worm/troop deployment system vehicles. Whoever animated him should pat themselves on the back, because they did a fabulous job capturing everything the Hulk represents as he plows through the structure, completely unfazed by everything, and then leaps out through the building and onto the flying worm/personnel carrier and proceeds to bash its face in.

Awesome movie, and you should definitely pick up the home version when it is released on September 25th. Also, staring at Scarlett Johansson’s ass in tight, black leather is never a bad thing. In fact, you literally cannot stop looking at it. I couldn’t. My wife couldn’t. I don’t think anyone else in the theater could have pulled their gaze away from it.

Young Adult – Not Even.

So, we rented our usual pile of movies last weekend. We try to choose a variety – ones we know we’ll love or hate and ones we have no idea about. Young Adult was one of the latter, and I actually chose it because I generally love Charlize Theron and thought it would be a fun, quirky comedy.

Guess again.

The main character is despicable. She drinks constantly, looks dishevelled and wears dirty clothing unless she decides that nice clothing and hair would better serve her purpose. She decides that she wants to travel back to her hometown and get back the love of her life – who is also married and has a child. The premise of the movie is that this woman has been writing Young Adult-style high school teen-fantasy novels for so long that she is essentially stuck in one in her own head.

Great premise for a comedy, right?

Wrong.

For some reason, the makers of this movie decided it would be better off as a harsh lesson about life. 90% of the movie is in fact the opposite of funny – it inspires pure, unadulterated hatred for the main character as she ruthlessly uses people and rubber bands between traipsing around happily being a bitch and drinking herself into a stupor to forget how much of a bitch she is.

I did not feel sorry for her. I felt sorry for her parents, her friends, and basically anyone else she interacted with, but with her? Hell no. I found myself hoping halfway through the movie that she would suffer an unfortunate accident at the hands of a drunk motorist and either die or be permanently crippled.

Now, I won’t diss Charlize. She did a fantastic job making me hate her. Patton Oswalt was also fabulous as usual. I just don’t understand why they took that direction with this film. “Let’s make a movie about someone that no one can relate to and that everyone will hate. Yeah! That will do real well.”

Riiiiight.

I would have been happier with a Ben Stiller-esque film where you AT LEAST feel bad for the main character as he/she undergoes all sorts of horrible and embarassing social encounters and shenanigans. At least I would have felt something besides irritation.

I don’t see a reason to rent this. Don’t waste your money.

 

Ghost Rider 2 – Spirit of Vengeance

I was pretty disappointed with this.

Of course, I went in expecting little. The first movie was entertaining almost solely because it’s fun to watch Nicholas Cage being a prick. He has his charms.

Ghost Rider 2 gains points in some areas over its predecessor, and loses points in others. The effects and action are definitely improved. Watching him try to fight the demon as it tries to take him over is fantastic. It borders on the scary, which is a good counterpart to the corniness of the film.

And then, the downsides.

The movie is actually quite boring in between action scenes. I found myself nodding off about halfway through it with all the walking around and talking.

Then the “dilophosaurus” scenes. (Please see Jurassic Park I for clarification) Well, I’ll call them that, at least. Ghost Rider grabs someone’s face and hisses at them while opening his mouth really wide. You grasp your seat in anticipation and eagerly await their soul to fly out of them and into his mouth. Instead, nothing really happens. He keeps staring at them. Their eyes shift color a bit. He stares some more. They wince. He stares some more. They wince. He stares some more. And you get the picture. One of these scenes in particular must have been a minute and a half long. Did anyone on the crew watch this after they made it? What the fuck is he even doing to them?

The movie also managed to kill off most of Nick Cage’s “charm”. They went from giving him lines that were corny but still hilarious when he said them, to giving him lines that just totally shit the bed. And I don’t mind corniness; it’s a comic book, after all. I don’t need my superhero movies to be all dark and dramatic. But a few of the lines were so bad I facepalmed, turned to Erek, and asked him if he REALLY JUST SAID THAT.

Also, the guy who plays the Devil – not scary.  Not cool.  BORINNNNNG.  It’s a shame, because the whole concept of the comic is badass and they managed to muck it up this badly.

I would barely recommend this as a rental. If you’re a Nick Cage fan, it’s worth a watch..sort of.

 

50 Shades of Terrible – A Dual Rant

I decided to check out the “50 Shades of Grey” trilogy after hearing through the grapevine that it was a good read. Needless to say, as with many other trendy books that people rave about, it was utterly horrific.

Be prepared for spoilers after this point. And profanity.

The series starts and it is relatively interesting. Our main character, innocent and demure, meets Mr. Grey, who is infinitely rich, infinitely good looking, and arrogant. He turns her on. Shocker! They meet again “by coincidence” later on and a few times after that, and she soon finds out that he is a Dominant and wishes her to be his Submissive. Ooh, a different concept for popular fiction. Cool! The sex scenes to follow are vivid and entertaining. Good porn value. So where does it go wrong?

As you get to know the main character, she becomes increasingly more irritating. The book begins to fill with interjections from her “inner goddess” telling her to be a slut or to not let him be in control of her. I’m pretty confident she says or thinks “Oh my” a minimum of 256 times in the entire series. George Takei would be proud.

Things take another turn. She decides that she wants to help him. Fix him. She can’t be his Sub, but she can try to turn his life around! Next time, on Dr. Phil…

The entire second book is spent whining about whether or not she really wants to be with him and deciding whether or not he’s actually a violent dude. But – lo and behold – she slowly begins to change him. Mr. Grey, in the span of…maybe a year total throughout the three books…goes from a cold, calculating, arrogant, sexy in a somewhat scary way – prick – to a slobbery, crying, emotional pile of goo who freaks out whenever the female lead does anything. He sheds 20-30 years of emotional baggage INSTANTLY because of her. Because of love.

Totally realistic.

By the end of the third book, they are married, have a child, and are on their way to the second child. Happily Ever After.

WHAT THE FUCK? Wait a second. 1000 pages ago, he was nailing her from behind, spanking her and…

Here is where I get angry. Obviously, E.L. James is a genius. She knew exactly what to write to make millions of naive and stupid women fall ass-over-face for her books. It is the same concept that Twilight took advantage of. I really need to come up with a term for it….

Naive Romantasy. Let’s call it that for now.

The concept of Naive Romantasy is a simple one. Women who don’t know better, especially ones who have been brought up with junk like the Twilight series as primary reading in their teens, are raised with the preconceived notion that every man can be a perfect specimen of fairy tale princery with just a little bit of work on her part. Every man can be molded into exactly what you want and need with love.

And I’ve KNOWN PEOPLE like this. Women my age (mid-twenties) who keep meeting men and becoming sorely disappointed because they don’t sweep them off their feet and instantly fulfill their every fantasy. Women who expect men to read their minds, cry when they’re emotional, and be vulnerable when they feel they should be. Men who let them control what they do and when because they’re just so in love. Seriously? Really?

It’s junk romantic fiction like Twilight and 50 Shades of Grey that give teens and women this impression. They sell because these women want to believe that it could happen to them. They could meet the real Prince Charming and he could carry them back to his mansion on a giant white unicorn, then make sweet love to them and tell them they’ll do the dishes and that they love them more than anything in the universe. That they’ll never look at another woman again because their eyes are just overtaken with love.

It’s depressing. I’ve read accounts on other blogs of teenagers that have broken up with their boyfriends because they’re, and I quote, “Not like Edward”. They compare real-life men to the men in these Hyper-Romantasy novels. So real-life men are getting turned down, ditched, and are going into relationships with such incredibly overly unrealistic expectations that no ACTUAL HUMAN MALE has a chance in Hell.

I say stop producing this shit and actually write a romantic novel that’s real. Sure, keep the juicy sex and spanking; who doesn’t love that? But please, stop pretending that men can be origami cranes folded to perfection and placed on display for everyone to be jealous about. They can’t be. Stop twisting the fresh minds of adolescent girls with your torrid trash. Learn to write better, and write something awesome.

Ladies, please. Realize that your man is human. Realize that you’ll never be an angel and neither will he. Maybe have a “Romantasy” day with your man where you guys pretend that you live in that type of world. But please accept that men like Edward and Grey don’t exist.

Come to terms with that.