Thursday, October 29, 2020

Waning Motivation

Early in Mike Judge's movie "Idiocracy," Luke Wilson's being confronted by one of his superior officers. "When sarge says to lead, follow, or get out of the way, I figure it's a good time to just, you know, get out of the way," he defends himself.

His superior scolds, "When he says that he's just trying to get you to lead, or follow at least." Luke Wilson's hapless Joe doesn't want to lose his position in what looks like an evidence locker/basement spot, and pleads, "But I'm good at this."

"At what? Sittin' on ass?"

Sittin' on ass.

This is a phrase that's been running through my brain for MONTHS now. My motivation has been waning.

I still haven't finished my Tux eulogy, two and years on.

I have been painting, and working out some new book projects, along with my novel, but again. 

SITTIN' ON ASS.

The days drag. We got a lizard whenever ago. It's super cool, and watching it hunt crickets is like watching Smaug go after horses. But now I have to go buy crickets every week.

(Sigh)

What was I saying?

The Dodgers won the World Series! Julio Urias, the great Mexican pitcher who closed out game 6 for the win, had a classic approach to the last batter he faced: fastball; fastball; fastball. I dare you to hit it.

Three pitches, all strikes, and the batter never swung. Game over. World Series over.

SITTIN' ON ASS.

I've been going through an Impressionism phase with the painting right now. I've decided to start an art movement. ARE YOU ARRUFFATO? I've been planning revolution also. I've been so disillusioned with the events set to take place next week that I barely give enough of a shit to go vote. We're going to go for fucking Biden no matter what I did. (I voted nonetheless.)

Sogno di un domani arruffato!

That's the tagline of my art movement, but my Italian work-dad has some issues with it; he prefers scapiglialto to arruffato, but I think "arruffato" is easier for American audiences. We're trying to work it out over Zoom. Because...

SITTIN' ON ASS.

Tuesday, October 13, 2020

Viewing Habits

In episode 16 of Season 11 of the Simpsons, Moe, afraid he and his new face are about to be fired from a soap opera, enlist Homer's help to steal the script story bible and divulge six months of storylines and plot secrets. Each item Homer reads sounds just like a soap opera hack plot line, and each ends "...with sexy results."

It's a funny nod to the soap opera genre, but at home Marge is taking notes. Lisa complains, but Marge responds, "Who cares? He's dishing out the dirt." The camera then shows her notepad:


This still cracks me up, and I think it's a reality that men FAR too often don't get this. The "sexy results" is the one reason many shows remain on the air.

Corrie has been watching the former CW show "Arrow." I've been listening from afar, catching enough of enough episodes to know who the main players are, and filling in what I know about Green Arrow the DC comic character when I think it may help.

Do you know that part in an action movie that's just past the halfway point? It's in the middle of the second act, and traditionally either at the exact halfway point in the film, or pretty soon after the exact middle. It's the total nadir, the lowest point for our hero, where we the audience think all is lost. BUT WAIT, something happens to create a little hope, some positive traction is gained, and the upswing of the third act comes into view. We haven't had our third act climax yet, but you can sense it should deliver (or hope it will, at least).

That's every single episode of Arrow. It's the action film nadir and up-swing into the third act. They never quite finish off the full bad-guy threat, but there's a bit of cathartic success.

There's also Stephen Amill, the young man playing Oliver Queen/the Vigilante (he's my brother Dan's age) who has scruffy facial hair and works out without a shirt all the time in the first two or three seasons. He also reluctantly takes many trips to bone-town, AKA: has many women coming for his genitals in a non-threatening manner.

For all the sexy time in the show's first few seasons, Oliver is rarely the instigator and is told things like: "So, hey, thanks for saving my life...and for the sex...I mean, I needed that." Or another time, while trying to get to a rendezvous for a jailbreak and away from the clutches of his female partner, he says, "Uh, I really have to go," he's told, "Don't worry, I'll be quick," and then later, as he's leaving, trying to make sure she's cool, she says, "Do I look like I need to cuddle?"

I asked Corrie, during one of the video conference calls with my brother and dad, if the Arrow show was good, since she'd been watching it. She answered, "Well, yeah, if you're a hetero lady."

It doesn't take too long for there to be at least two bare-chested dudes working out regularly, plenty of sexy time, and, frankly, a shit load of action. The first season is, like, a 20 hour action movie.

And it's good. Well, not bad at least. If you're knowledgeable of the comics, there's WAY more characters than I would have guessed by all the positive press I'd heard over the years.

Using Green Arrow as the basis for a television show that's this dark and risky makes sense: nobody cared about Green Arrow. If the show was a hit, Greg Berlanti could make his Flash show and his Supergirl show and the other projects that have become the so-called "Arrowverse."

Arrow skips the tween-drama that Smallville laced in the show.

But while this character makes for an interesting low-stakes risk, it's success highlights some the renaissance of comic book shows, and high-falutin' ones at that. 

And I'm not talking about Greatest American Hero from the '80s, or Flash and Lois and Clark from the '90s, or the animated Maxx and Spawn. One of the biggest comic book shows is one of the few that predate Arrow:


And while it may have finished up (I'm not sure, I've never seen any episodes...), the prestigious era for comic-book-properties-as-shows is fully upon us.

I mean, just take a look:





And those are shows that friends and family won't stop gushing over, and with which I am unfamiliar. Which is unfortunate. I mean, I read Preacher back in the day, and I like Darick Robertson, the artist of The Boys, and Joe Hill, the author of Locke and Key, and I like Gerard Way's work with the Doom Patrol, so at least I'm familiar with some of the creators.

Look at this next one, the morphing of Archie:


My wards love the show, a cross between, I've been told, 90210 and Twin Peaks.

HBO Max has been either funding or producing the first show on this list I actually watch:


And, oddly enough, like Arrow, they add a whole bunch of elements from the comic, a property I am also familiar with...like Danny the Street and the Beard Hunter. Not to mention Mr. Nobody and the Painting that Eats Cities.

Anything that contains something this weird, has to be cool:


AND THESE ARE THE PRESTIGIOS SHOWS.

Corrie's little sexy-guy show spawned an entire collection of shows. And it makes a very specific kind of sense.

On the Animatrix DVD is a documentary called "From Scrolls to the Screen," a cute little program about how the Japanese used the American innovation of sequential art and applied their own scrolling scroll stories to the form, creating what they call Manga. In it, there's an interview with Todd McFarlane, creator of Spawn and one of the founding members of Image Comics. 

To paraphrase his sentiment, he says: People in America scorn you, like, "You're reading a comic?" while at the same time they love to go see action movies. Action movies are just comics.

In an era that seems starved for original movie ideas, or too risk-averse to fund independent movies, the small-screen still allows somewhat more freedom.

But here too, comic books still rule the day. It also makes sense: it's just action movies, it's mostly storyboarded already, and there are literally years of stories: Green Arrow first appeared in 1941(!!), oddly enough in the same comic where Aquaman made his first appearance (I couldn't make that up if I tried).

I haven't even mentioned any of the Power Man and Iron Fist/Daredevil/Jessica Jones Netflix shows or the Agents of Shield and Peggy Carter network shows, all Marvel properties.

And then there's the reason I like the show Arrow:

Monday, October 12, 2020

So...the Lakers Have Won

 I'm not a person that makes bucket lists. I've also been blessed to have the same lady put up with me for 20 years who is also kinda crazy with adventure ideas, to which I say YES. Autobus to Mayan ruins? Of course. Speed boat up the Mekong to see Angkor Wat? Why not? Fly with the three-year old over the North Pole to go to Italy? Well...duh.

Anyway, it was an earlier pair of trips---Spring Break '04 in Thailand and Summer '05 in Europe---that inspired me to try to accomplish something: I wanted to live in a city where the major sports team won that country's, or a major league at least, championship.

Like what if we moved to Guadalajara and Chivas would win La Liga's championship; or Milan and Juventas; or Barcelona; or Sao Paolo...I was mostly thinking soccer, since it's pretty global, but I would have settled on something like Tuscaloosa for college football. But I would never live in Alabama, so that was out. But we did live in Austin, and UT football is sacrosanct.

But then things got weird, as they do with us. The timeline I considered this goal to be accomplished was generally in terms of lifetimes, and yet it only only took a few years. And it was my team, in MY city, with arguably the greatest Super Bowl in history, when Eli beat the perfect Pats, in February of 2008.

It happened again in the next calendar year, again my team and MY city, but for baseball, with the Yankees beating Philly.

After moving to Long Beach, you learn how the Southland views possession of teams, and the sense blooms of how many teams here could count. USC college football; UCLA college basketball; Fullerton college baseball; two NFL teams, two MLB teams, two NBA teams, an NHL franchise...two MLS teams...

And if we look at the Four Major sports in America (Baseball, Basketball, Football, and Hockey), we first have to recognize we're talking about professional sports proper. I'd like to include soccer, and the WNBA, but we must grow their profile...

Anyway, I got the Giants in '08, the Yanks in '09, then the LA Kings won the Stanley Cup in '12 and '14. So basketball was all I needed at this point. And the Lakers delivered. 

See, we choose to live in huge metropolitan areas, and those attract premium talent and dollars. The LAFC were in the MLS cup last year (their finals). The Rams made the Super Bowl (albeit in the most boring game imaginable (still butthurt that the only game I made time to watch that year was still 3-0 deep in the 3rd quarter)). And the Dodgers have made two World Series' since we moved here, have won the division almost every year we've lived here, and have the generally considered "best team" currently in baseball. Even the Clippers had some shine for the championship, and the Angles have the best player in baseball.

I can't say this was really an "accomplishment", or like it was anything I did per se, but it's something.