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Friday, March 4, 2011

THE HITCHHIKER'S GUIDE TO THE GALAXY Is The Cinematic Equivalent Of An iPad

I'm a little confused about why we haven't been demanding a filmic version of THE RESTAURANT AT THE END OF THE UNIVERSE.

Douglas Adams' 1980 book, the sequel to THE HITCHHIKER'S GUIDE TO THE GALAXY, is a delightful romp through the absurdities of space and time, and, at the risk of nerd heresy, might actually be better than its famous originator. To me, it's kind of the Jay-Z to HITCHHIKER's Jaz-O. Who's Jaz-O, you ask? Exactly.

I'm not confused about the lack of a sequel because the first film had compelling characters, whose ongoing adventures would make for rollicking entertainment. It clearly didn't. I'm not upset about seeing Sam Rockwell in movies without a shoddy CGI chin-head. I can watch MEN IN BLACK II if I really need to see something like that. It's not even that the story of the HITCHHIKER's movie felt incomplete. It's quite the opposite, in fact. A film of THE RESTAURANT AT THE END OF THE UNIVERSE would be entirely superfluous, an unnecessary continuation on a product that no one particularly enjoyed the first time around.

This brings me to the iPad 2, and THE HITCHHIKER'S GUIDE TO THE GALAXY, the movie.


My confusion is rooted in the clear demand for one of these products, and the complete lack of interest in the other. It's clear that society wants derivative, unnecessary versions of what we've seen before (I'm looking at you, UNKNOWN, or as I like to call you, TAKEN 2: MORE TAKEN), so why can't Touchstone pony up another $50 million or so to send Mos Def back into space? I think it may have something to do with any one, and potentially some combination of, these three factors:

The Singing-Dolphins Paradigm
"So long, and thanks for all the fish" was a funny line in the original book. It is a considerably-less amusing three-minute song that opens the film. For some reason, the script for THHGTTG (which, to be fair, was written by Mr. Adams, a much smarter man than any of us) chooses to expand certain sections of the narrative while rushing through things like the destruction of the Earth and our introduction to major characters. It may be that Mr. Adams and Co. were functioning on a higher narrative level, but it ends up feeling like they don't trust us to pick up on the jokes.

The Zooey Deschanel Uncertainty Principle
This is a law of movie-making that any Zooey Deschanel performance rests on the razor's edge of quality. Will she make our hearts flutter like in 500 DAYS OF SUMMER, or stare dead-eyed into the camera, like in THE HAPPENING? There's simply no way to tell. Rumours that Werner Heisenberg's grandson is working on a formula to help determine this mystery of quantum movie-mechanics have only been answering by loud banging from Mr. Heisenberg's garage and the faint sound of sobbing.

The "Jesus Christ, I Just Saw 16 BLOCKS And Have No Interest In Seeing Mos Def Ever Again, Much Less Funding A Movie He Is In" Reaction

This one pretty much explains itself. Mos Def, the rapper? Awesome. Mos Def, the political activist? Charming, if perhaps a little naive. Mos Def, the anything-else? Uh, I've got a thing, so...

It could be some combination of these factors, but I think the real reason is that while THHGTTG, the object, looks very much like an iPad, the spirit of THHGTTG is anything but. It's cheekily subversive and original. And when we see something new conveyed to us through something derivative, we don't know what to do with it.

What I do know is that if we got each one of the 15 million people who bought an iPad to donate $3, we could send Mos Def back into space. And really, isn't that where he should be? At least until he promises not to do that 16 BLOCKS voice again?

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

IRON MAN 2: Better the second time

OK, I'll admit it: I've got a giant man-crush on Robert Downey, Jr. And I don't think I'm alone.
Ever since 2005's KISS KISS BANG BANG (a film that you need to see), Downey Jr. has been putting together a string of strong performances in both quiet (Charlie Bartlett, Fur, A Scanner Darkly) and loud (Tropic Thunder, Sherlock Holmes, Iron Man) ways. I'd challenge you to name an actor who's been doing better, more interesting work over the last five years. Hell, I'm even willing to forget that he was in that SHAGGY DOG excuse for a movie (he's right there at 0:54 for a mercifully brief two seconds for those that want to skip the obligatory "Who Let the Dogs Out?" music cue). The man strikes me as one of the most intelligent working in the craft today.

All of which is a long, overlinked way of getting to my IRON MAN 2 review.



The first time I saw it I was considerably underwhelmed, if that's a word (I can't help it with the links today). Among my list of complaints? The action was geographically confusing, the film was overly infatuated with the Pepper-Tony banter, and that Mickey Rourke and Sam Rockwell weren't given enough to do. But most of all, I really disliked what I perceived to be the darker, more serious tone of the sequel.

The second time around? I had fun. I love the world-changing conversation between Tony and Nick Fury that takes place in a crummy little donut shop. I love the design. I love looking at Scarlett Johansson. I love the dude with the strawberries. I love that Tony synthesizes a new element. I love Scarlett Johansson in a tiger-print dress (although I'm not sure how she pulled a wardrobe change that fast). Etc.

I still have complaints, but they're small in the larger story. I still think the action is not particularly well-filmed (but then again, I didn't like when Genndy Tartakovsky did the pre-vis for Episode II either - someone has to explain to this man the difference between what is acceptable in animation and reality), and that Favreau has a tremendous affinity for Tony and Pepper's back-and-forth will-they-won't-they thing that is never particularly deserved, and that Mickey Rourke is essentially collecting a paycheque, but you know what? This is a big, comic-book movie in the best sense of the word. I'm sure this will be subject to quite a few fond re-watches in the years to come.

In my golden years, if you will.