Tagged: pointless

To dust before you realise

People baked mud into bricks and built
Towering edifices to impress their gods.
They made discoveries unravelling the mysteries of the universe.
People fought against injustice,
They took a stand for what they believed was right,
They banded together to help the weak.
They watched the walls fall.
They stood defiant in front of tanks and refused to move.
People worked on unimaginably complex problems and solved them.
They crossed the void between earth and the moon
To land on that distant world and return.
People felt joy at each other’s achievements,
They felt the warmth of love in their hearts
And they felt the sting of betrayal,
The heat of jealousy and the bile of rage.
People meant something once.
People accomplished so much
But none of it mattered.
None of it mattered.
None of it.

Two hour snot-shot

So I just went to the cinema to see “300: Rise of an empire”. I rather enjoyed the first film, even though it was directed by Zack “miss the point” Snyder (although I suspect it might have been Frank Miller’s input which made it work), and so I was marginally interested in this new offering.

I don’t really know how to describe it other than in terms of internet pornography (stay with me on this). You see, the first film had a defined story, and defined protagonists and antagonists. It gradually built up, until the final epic clash. If it was a porn film it would be a traditional style; starting with a kiss, gradually following the lead actors’ explorations of each other until the first penetration sends them gasping and calling for more. And so they try new positions, skilfully manoeuvring themselves in ways you never thought possible, until the final momentous climax leaves it mark etched on their faces (quite literally, sometimes).

Now, “Rise of an Empire” is more akin to the new wave of internet pornography. It’s nothing but a string of cum-shots lashed together, each one as unmemorable as the previous one, never building, peaking too soon. A string of pointless ejaculations landing on countless faces, none of which you will remember, until eventually, it just peters out and the credits roll.

Ironically, there was an ad for premature ejaculation treatment prior to the movie. Perhaps Hollywood could use some.

Apathy towards superfluity

If I had to write a list of things which my town could do with having, I reckon I could come up with a reasonable selection. I am pretty certain however that “another Costa coffee shop” would not be anywhere on the list. This town is little more than pubs, coffee shops and charity stores these days (almost all chain stores, I hasten to add).

Where are the independent retailers? Where are the family run diners? They’re nowhere. However, there’s no need to panic, because we have a new Costa coffee shop! and it’s LESS THAN A HUNDRED METRES FROM THE EXISTING ONE. This in itself wouldn’t bother me, but the fact that nobody seems to care has raised my hackles somewhat.

But it’s not just my town centre in which this apathy towards superfluity exists. Oh no. You see, I went to the cinema last night. And I watched Man of Steel. And I can draw parallels.

Man of Steel is yet another Superman reboot. Directed by Zack Snyder, the man who took all the credit for Frank Miller’s work on 300, and completely missed the point of Watchmen, Man of Steel is essentially a remake of Superman II. You can dress it up all you like, but that’s what it is. Except once again, Zack MISSES THE POINT.

Now, a quick bit of background for those unfamiliar with the general silliness of the comics. On Krypton – Superman’s home planet – the people are pretty technologically advanced, but they’re not “super” like Superman. What makes Superman Super is the proximity to our yellow sun. That’s it. The Sun makes Superman Super, gives him super strength, x-ray vision and the power of flight and all that. I don’t care how preposterous that sounds, I’m willing to go along with it, because generally, comics don’t need to make sense. They DO, however, need to remain consistent in their silliness.

So Supes has been on Earth for thirty odd years, and has learned to adapt to his super powers. Took him a long time, but he did it, and now he’s pretty much in full control. Because of the Sun, remember? The Sun. Not the atmosphere. The Sun. Not the air or oxygen or nitrogen or any other gases Superman breathes, but the Sun. We’re clear on that point, aren’t we? The Sun. Remember that. I’ll come back to it shortly.

Now, in Man of Steel, as in Superman II, Supes must do battle with General Zod and his cronies who were banished to The Phantom Zone for crimes against Krypton, etc. etc. They somehow escape The Phantom Zone and make their way to earth, where they generally want to cause mayhem and do bad things to us humans. Of course, Zod and pals are Kryptonian, and so are also enhanced by their proximity to our Sun, giving them super powers. However, Superman has had thirty years to master his power. Zod’s crew have had thirty minutes. So in theory, Superman should be more than a match for all of them.

In Superman II, Superman is much more than a match for Zod’s forces, but he has a problem – he used some weird crystal ice chamber thing to make himself human (again, don’t argue with the silliness, just roll with it). This was a crucial point – if he was super he could deal with these pests easily, but he would remain an outsider on Earth. if he was human, he’d be one with the population, but would be powerless to stop them. The focus of the movie was about that difficult choice; does Superman sacrifice his humanity to SAVE humanity? Tough call, right? In Man of Steel, all we get is a massive Superfight, in which Supes shows such a callous disregard for people’s lives and property that you sometimes wonder if the world would be better off without him anyway.

So that’s at least one point Mr. Snyder missed.

“But,” I hear you cry, “When Superman’s defeating the World Engine he does get a bit weaker!” Yes, he does. But he’s still super. Thanks for mentioning that though, as it leads me onto my next point. Cast your mind back a few paragraphs and see if you can remember what it is that makes Superman super. Remember? That’s right! Earth’s yellow Sun. So why, oh why oh why, does superman lose his powers when he’s exposed to “a different atmosphere” aboard Zod’s spaceship and around the World Engine? What has the atmosphere got to do with his powers? If Superman loses his powers when he’s in a non-earth-like atmosphere, why doesn’t he lose them when he flies out into space? Would it REALLY have been so hard to just introduce Kryptonite into the equation? At least that would have maintained some semblance of consistency, no matter how clunky its inclusion.

The final point is about Zod managing to master his control over his newly discovered powers in a matter of seconds, while Supes took years. It’s just lazy storytelling. There is, however, a way it could have been avoided. Ditch the origin story. Superman has been well known for over half a century. We know who he is, we know where he come from, it’s been told time and again in TV shows, Movies, comic books. WE KNOW. What is wrong with making a superman movie that starts with the assumption that Superman is there and always has been?

It’s a bugbear of mine with most superhero movies. We don’t need to know how these people originated in order to follow a decent story. How many other genres does this happen in? In A Fistful of Dollars, do we find out WHY The Man with No Name is drifting into town? No. The fact that we never find out just adds to the intrigue. We don’t need to know people’s life history to enjoy the story their telling at any given point in their lives. Just stop it.

So here’s a non-exhaustive list of things we do not need now or ever:

  • More chain coffee stores in Rugby Town centre
  • More Superman reboots
  • More comic book adaptations directed by Zack Snyder
  • More movies which contain pointless origin stories

Feel free to add to the list in the comments.

There are a few minor quibbles with the film, such as Clark Kent’s secret identity being pretty much blown from the get-go, or the actress playing Lois Lane not really looking or behaving anything like Lois Lane (although she is pretty cute), but really they’re too minor to expound upon. So I’ll just say “Man of Steel kinda sucked,” and leave it at that.

Much like the coffee shop though, I fully expect nobody to care.