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My brain is a geeky place

Somebody so needs to make the short I was watching with a group of people in this dream I had last night. It had a high-tech thief making his/her way through a palace, completely oblivious to the multi-combatant Cavalier-era swordfight swirling through the same space in a blur of fast motion. Ghosts? Time displacement? Something cool. One of the swordsmen was in bright canary yellow. It looked SO FRELLING COOL.

And I (predictably, at least to anyone who's been around for my standard "Pull. The camera. BACK!" reaction to 90% of onscreen buckling of swash these days) was going "But I wish we could actually SEE the fight. Though of course it's probably terrible, since it's not meant to be seen." One of the people there called it a fan film and proceeded to explain the term, which greatly amused the rest of us since (a) it was clearly a fannish group and we knew what it meant, TYVM, and (b) it was no such thing, but an original short. I think I said something to the effect of "If you wanted to really stretch a point, I guess you could call it Musketeers apocrypha."

Which was a weird word choice, since AFAIK the term is Sherlockian-specific, but I guess it was appropriate because if it were a fanwork (which it really wasn't), the source was in public domain. Regardless, that sparked the shift to the next segment of the dream, which involved Holmes and Moriarty fencing. At one point I blurted out "You know, Holmes, he only beats you because he KNOWS you!" To which the guy who'd been spouting about fan films replied "Yeah, so all Holmes has to do is be really really clever." And my response was "Or just ignore what he says." Both of which are, of course, much easier said than done. So I guess that was sort of getting his own back. And it had Nicholas Rowe as an adult Holmes, which would answer the wish of the author of a coffee-table book about Holmes onscreen that I read once at my aunt's house in the late 80s/early 90s. Hadn't thought about even the existence of that book in years. Memory is a funny thing.

Also on the subject of movie fights, I finally got around to A History of Violence from Netflix last week. Which I recommend, with the caveat that it is still David Cronenberg, so there are a couple moments involving highly realistic prosthetic makeup that I know a few of you would have issues with. You know it's Cronenberg pretty much because he doesn't look away when anyone else would. The behind-the-scenes stuff is also worth a watch, and I was entertained by the (half?) joking about the film being "too commercial for Cannes," since that basically translates to "a Cronenberg film where most people will get to the end with a fairly solid idea of what the hell they've just seen." Also, I knew but had forgotten that Kyle Schmid is the high school bully with whom the teenage son tangles, and there's a neat segment about their big throwdown. During which I might possibly have blurted out "Kyle, why are you chewing gum in a fight call???" On reflection, it was probably a mouth guard, which makes more sense. But which was not included in the laundry list of protective gear he gleefully catalogued, starting with a casual "Well, they gave me knee pads, those come in handy," then through this, that, and the other, until it becomes apparent that the boy is basically armored from neck to knees. (Which, having winced hard at the scene, I would consider a good thing. There's only so far selling the impact and punching up the sound will take you.) He then concludes with "And I have a huge bruise on my butt. Which is about the only part of me that isn't padded."


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Apr. 14th, 2009 10:01 am (UTC)
Thought you might be interested in what I had to say after seeing "Violence" in the theater, back in 2005:

"Violence" is... flawed. Good acting, good dialogue, amazingly bad dramatic structure. See, the real story here is "A family learns Daddy has a Deep, Dark Secret and tries to deal with it." All of the stuff with the mobsters (and there is some truly primo improvised weapon/explosive violence footage) is the MAGUFFIN; it really shouldn't have been told at all, because it was backstory. Now, granted, without that stuff there would have been no movie, but the dramatic focus of the film (based on the way it is paced) is the family story, and that is left utterly unresolved; the film almost needs a "To be continued" ending. Ah, well, Viggo is still wonderful...
Apr. 14th, 2009 10:06 am (UTC)
I would agree with that. Barring the Fun With Pretend Violence (and Cronenberg's success in finding new angles on same), and the extreme creepiness of Ed Harris, I found all the mobster stuff pretty much just distracting. And William Hurt, while more effective than I expected, was still, well, William Hurt. I could intellectualize it as pointing up the level of cowardice one is likely to find in someone in that position, but on the face of it, it read as William Hurt trying to be tough.

I don't know that the family story needs to be resolved per se, though. That's going to take their whole lives.
Apr. 14th, 2009 10:36 pm (UTC)
I miss seeing Henry Kyle. I'm glad you've had time to comment on tv and movies again. I missed that too *grin*
Apr. 14th, 2009 11:37 pm (UTC)
I figured I'd grab the chance while I had it. *rueful g* It's unlikely to happen again before May.
Apr. 15th, 2009 10:48 pm (UTC)
Being busy is good though, right? I admire how many different things you do! I'm trying to do just one job at the moment, but a large monster of paperwork attacks me every morning at work. Just when I think I've vanquished him he's back the next day - I wonder if he's surviving by eating my dark chocolate stash? *grin*
Apr. 16th, 2009 09:34 am (UTC)
That would explain a lot. Hmmm. Maybe I should put my Nutri-Grain bars and Slim Jims in the drawer that locks...
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