Monday, May 13, 2013

It Could Be Monday

William Stafford was a pacifist and a poet. He was prolific, and known for his personal approach to the little details of life. Have a quote:

"A writer is not so much someone who has something to say as he is someone who has found a process that will bring about new things he would not have thought of if he had not started to say them."

A Story That Could Be True


If you were exchanged in the cradle and
your real mother died
without ever telling the story
then no one knows your name,
and somewhere in the world
your father is lost and needs you
but you are far away.

He can never find
how true you are, how ready.
When the great wind comes
and the robberies of the rain
you stand on the corner shivering.
The people who go by--
you wonder at their calm.

They miss the whisper that runs
any day in your mind,
"Who are you really, wanderer?"
and the answer you have to give
no matter how dark and cold
the world around you is:
"Maybe I'm a king."

- William Stafford, 1977

Sunday, May 12, 2013

I Kept Misspelling France When I Wrote This Post

Let it be noted that this happened when I tried to talk to my father about Marie de France:

Me: "...and then this bird flaps into her window and just turns into this KNIGHT and then he's like no, it's cool, I'm totally not the devil because I can change into YOU and take communion, and it's hysterical."
Dad: "...Write about it on your blog."
Me: "Hmph. Fine. I will."
Dad: "Yes, I know you will."

So yeah, my father is always right, keep calm and carry on.

Okay! Today we are talking about Marie de France, BAMF of the early Medieval times. We don't actually know much about Marie de France (speculation runs the gamut from sister-in-law of Eleanor of Aquitaine to the abbess of Reading - yes, ironic, but Reading is a place. Silly France) except her name. But we do know her name, since she stamped it on EVERYTHING. She was actually the first person to do this, and she flat out says:

I shall name myself so that I will be remembered;
Marie is my name, I am of France.
It may be that many clerks
will try to take my labor as their own.
I don't want any of them to claim it.
I feel at a loss to say anything but, YOU GO GIRL!

Super flattering.
But just being a kick-ass female writer who started the trend of claiming her work wasn't enough for Marie. She also established "lais" as an art form. Lais are short rhymed stories about love and chivalry. Marie de France's work in particular is notable for its detail and impressive use of imagery. (They're also impressively bonkers in some parts. Celtic myths, you are weird. Just know that.)

Not only was she way ahead of the game in terms of the little fact that her lais, oh, signaled the END OF THE DARK AGES uh YEAH, but Marie de France's work gave a voice to women of the time. Her lais are filled with a range of characters and personalities, but all of the women seem to leap off the page with life. They have wants and needs and they try hard and they make mistakes. The women in her stories mostly want love, and Marie de France is remarkably forgiving of those women who venture outside of their marriages to seek it.

The lais of Marie de France gave women agency, and in some ways that's remarkable even now.

Scholars tend to characterize her writing as sorrowful and the women in them as inarticulate and vulnerable, but frankly I think those scholars are poopheads. The women in Marie de France's lais are often imprisoned - a literal interpretation of the restrictions on women at the time. The women take measures that are realistic for their situations. They are not confused or inarticulate at all in my opinion. Would you call this woman's words inarticulate?
"I've often heard
that one could once find
adventures in this land
that brought relief to the unhappy.
Knights might find young girls
so noble and lovely;
and ladies find lovers
so handsome, courtly, brave, and valient
that they could not be blamed for their actions,
and no one else would detect them.
If that might be or ever was,
if that has ever happened to anyone,
God, please grant me this wish."
Because I sure wouldn't.

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Selma Ruins Warriors of Virtue

I just accidentally wrote *mumblemumble* words of analysis about an unsuccessful kids movie from the 90s featuring anthropomorphic martial arts kangaroos. WHAT IS MY LIFE.

"Huh, this snowglobe has really crappy animation."
So way back in ye olden days of 1997, a movie named Warriors of Virtue (not sure that link is cool by copyright, but I'm also not sure you can even get this on DVD) came out. It starred idk people you've never heard of, and the logline reads: "In a world beyond your wildest imagination, a battle for the universe has begun."

Er... no it hasn't.

Here's what actually goes down: This kid Ryan has some sort of leg disability. We don't ever find out why or what it is, which I like, because it's not important to the plot that we know. He apparently lives in the middle of the movie Rudy, so he idolizes the football players at his... middle school... high school...? and mostly gets used as the brunt of the joke as a waterboy. We get to sit through the end of a presumably better football movie during the opening. Ryan comes up with the winning play for the team, thus showing that he's smart and resourceful, but he also gets no credit for it because he's not able to make the play himself.

I'll say it right up front here: I think that Warriors of Virtue is one of the best treatments of disability in a movie that I've seen. Ever. Hey, PUT THOSE STONES DOWN. Here's the thing - the movie acknowledges that Ryan has a disability, he explicitly is shown to be frustrated or upset by it on two or three occasions... and the movie continues on. Ryan is not his disability. It's a part of his life, it makes everything more difficult for him, and that's just the way things are for him. How many movies feature characters with disabilities without turning the character into a walking personification of the disability? The movie doesn't even tell us why he has it, because it's not relevant to Ryan's story from this point onward. That's a pretty thoughtful, respectful touch. And I appreciate that. (Even if the rest of the movie is crap.)

Ryan hits on a football player's girlfriend after the game and she actually talks to him, which is weird because Ryan looks about 12 and the other kids are definitely at least 18. Anyhoo, football jock decides this means they're in a blood feud now and invites Ryan to go be an idiot in a sewer tunnel later tonight. Ryan agrees, because he's an idiot.

He drops by a Chinese restaurant to... hang out with the adult owner...?????... and talks to Unnamed Owner (a freaking NINJA who solves all his cooking problems through JUMP-KICKING THINGS like the kitchen sink and other waiters). The owner gives him this fortune cookie self-help talk and then shoves an ancient book in his face because...

...

... So Ryan gets an old book because of reasons! And the cocoon of a dead bug. Don't ask. (I get the feeling by the very limited dialogue in this scene that something was cut here - I think that originally maybe the owner knew what was going on and was connected to the land of Tao, but they chopped it. Who knows. It's unfortunate because the owner is extremely charismatic and fun despite the strange and stereotypical role he was given, and it would've been great if he had been a bigger part of the movie.)

Ryan crams the priceless, crumbling old manuscript into his backpack under the beaming gaze of the restaurant owner, and goes down a sewer with some bullies. This plan: Flawless.

There's this really dumb scene where the jock convinces the kid with the impaired leg to walk on a single pipe suspended over a whirlpool (part of every fine sewer). Surprise, the kid falls. The jock literally grabs his hair with both hands and goes, "OH NO!" and it is hilarious.

Would I lie to you?
Ryan wakes up in a set forest. He gets up and quickly realizes that his disability is gone. He runs around dodging and shouting plays and trying to run into a football movie, but all he manages to find are a few rent-a-soldiers that start chasing him because of reasons. "He doesn't look nearly as silly as the rest of us! He's not even wearing any tinfoil! AFTER HIM!"

Thanks to his new running ability, Ryan escapes, but he leaves the backpack with the plot device behind. Some random person finds him and takes him into the city! There he meets the beautiful and way too old for him Elysia, whose job seems to be pretending to be a princess, and also the ancient Master Chung whose job is pretending to be kung-fu Gandalf. Master Chung isn't just phoning it in, he's calling long-distance.

Ryan also meets the guardians of the city: five anthropomorphic kung-fu kangaroos.


I am not in any way joking. I cannot stress enough how deathly serious I am. The hook of this movie is KUNG-FU KANGAROOS. This is what happens when you base your plots off alliteration, guys.

The funny thing about this is that the kung-fu kangaroos, against all laws of God and man, actually kind of work. Other than Chinese Restaurant Owner, they're the best thing about the movie. Their costumes are weird but not off-putting, sort of like martial arts Muppets. They seem to communicate mainly in grunts and whines rather than speech (although they can talk), which is pretty effective in making them appear person-like enough to be relatable, and yet still "other". They identify themselves based on different virtues which are connected to the elements, which I find interesting - for instance, the Roo that exemplifies Wisdom is also the Roo of fire, and the most light-hearted and playful. That's cool! Their origins aren't explained, which makes them mysterious, and although they've guarded the people of this world for centuries, they're currently in disgrace due to the actions of one of their members, who's gone missing in his shame. The whole concept of these characters manages to use its own oddity to make it more compelling rather than less.

So, you know, good thing the Roos are only in it for about 15 minutes.

The Land of Tao is apparently like 5 square miles because this movie had no budget, and the eeeeeevil Lord Komodo is plundering its Lifespring for iwantitium. Lord Komodo is freaking hysterical. He comes from the IIIIIIIII'M AAAAAACCTTTTTIIIIINGGGG school of theater. I'm not entirely sure why nobody's overthrown him yet. Maybe in his kingdom, kingship is based on who can obtain the highest degree of foppishness, in which case, Komodo totally wins and this makes complete sense.

Everyone is looking for the book Ryan lost because of reasons. (Seriously, there is basically no explanation for this. Supposedly the book holds secrets of power, but there is no real reason that anyone needs it, since they already have powers of their own.) He basically just hangs out and only once mentions in passing that he kind of misses home. Which is super interesting as a concept for a younger kid, especially one whose disability has been healed and who is teased at home, so of course the movie doesn't bother to dwell on it. He talks to Elysia who reveals that the missing Roo (who has the virtue of Benevolence) was shamed because he accidentally killed during a battle.

What follows is one of my favorite parts of the movie, but I find this particular concept extremely interesting too. Most martial arts/fantasy movies for kids have this gloss where they never acknowledge death, or if they do it's extremely rare. This movie takes that and runs with it - says that yes, this is a fantasy world where killing in battle is so rare as to almost never happen. Interesting!

After Elysia reveals the information about the lost Roo, Ryan says, "Yeah, so? It's war, people die." And Elysia YELLS BACK, "It was a life!" Then they kind of sit there awkwardly, move on, and Ryan gets kidnapped.

I really love that moment between them. It's very "out of the mouth of babes" - on both sides. Because Ryan is at once naive and the voice of reason, while Elysia is at once experienced and also naive. Both of them are right, and the movie doesn't try to argue with either of them. They are both allowed to have their opposing viewpoints. How often does that happen in a movie?

The next part is your bog standard fantasy adventure stuff; Ryan gets kidnapped (of course) by Komodo, Elysia turns out to be evil, the Roos try to infiltrate the castle and get sewer'd. (Seriously, what is up with this movie and its love affair with sewers?)

Komodo wants Ryan to read the book because you have to be pure of heart to read it. In yet another awesome twist, Ryan can't read it either. He flips through the blank pages and says: "Shit happens." Then all the characters repeat it after him before Komodo realizes Ryan can't read it.

D'awww look at the widdle face

I love that Ryan isn't pure of heart. Because he isn't! He's not a bad kid, but he's not a saint, either. It's consistent with his character, which is decent enough but essentially selfish - like a lot of kids.

Secondly: I'm sort of torn on "Shit happens". It's pretty bizarre for a kids movie to have everyone repeating it, but on the other hand it DOES seem like something Ryan would come out with. He's a kid that's had a lot of pretty crappy stuff happen to him, and while he's not totally beaten down and bitter, he's not exactly a raving optimist either. And it implies that Ryan thinks, at least in his mind, that this is the ultimate wisdom. That's... surprisingly wise, for a kid movie about kung-fu kangaroos.

I also love that Ryan sticks to his guns. To me, this is really the climax of the movie, because this is where Ryan accepts both himself and the motivations of the people around him. He resolves to help the Roos because Komodo is batshit, and later we see that he's accepted his disability, too. Because: shit happens, and a kid like this knows it. His acceptance that sometimes life just sucks is the hurdle that he passes through to become a better character. That's pretty great. Definitely unique.

The rest of the movie almost isn't worth talking about (actually it's totally not worth talking about, but I started this thing, so I have to finish it. Pity me). Komodo kills Elysia... somehow...? No, seriously, it looks like she throws a piece of her dress at him and then just falls over dead. And he's upset about it, too, so he doesn't seem to have done it on purpose? Idk man.

The eyepatch really pulls the outfit together. That and
the GIANT SHOULDERPADS.
Then the Roos escape the sewer, Komodo battles and kills Master Chung because Master Chung do not give a crap, and then he battles the Roos. Ryan can finally read from the book (see what I mean about the actual climax of the movie?) long enough to tell them to combine their forces and rip off Power Rangers! They do, there is a truly silly battle, Ryan almost-dies... somehow...? and they send him home. He arrives back at home conveniently not in the sewer whirlpool, tells the jock to get stuffed, and all's swell that ends swell.

Warriors of Virtue is an example of a movie with great ideas that has no idea how to execute them. It has some really interesting concepts in it, but a movie with a premise this ridiculous would be much better suited to a book. Indeed, the movie seems to zoom through its action scenes on autopilot in order to get to the far more interesting character development, but unfortunately the character development time is limited due to a need to get through their nonsensical story in an hour and a half.

Its greatest flaw is its ludicrous, shambling plot, which is why this movie bombed both critically and financially. With a plot this bad, it's difficult to even see the glint of the good stuff buried in there. But I would argue that in some ways, this is one of the most interesting kids movies that ever came out of that whole "boy in a fantastical world" scenario. It's certainly one of the most unique. Watch it if you're in the mood for seeking out glimmers of gold in an otherwise hilarious but dark forest.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Boardroom Bingo

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G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S

Nothing is funnier than fashion ads.

OM NOM NOM THIS PERFUME IS DELICIOUS

"Bahaha, we have no need of your stupid taxi anymore! We shall zoom
away in our giant yellow bags!"

"I made it myself."

I stand like this all the time, don't you? So natural and carefree.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

What Inspires Me (This Second)

Inspiration is fluid. Different things grab you at different times and lead to different projects. While some key ideas might inspire a person over the course of their whole career (personally I continue to find shirtless Will Smith just as inspiring as I did the first time I saw I, Robot), I think more often than not we bounce around to different themes. Which makes us all look like liars when we get asked multiple times what our inspiration is.

So in no particular order and for no particular reason, here's a list of the things inspiring me right now:

1. War memoirs

The heroine of the novel I'm revising (it's gonna be out soooon...) is a bodyguard. She's very good at her job, which may not mean exactly what you think it means, but you'll see soon enough. ;) Reading the memoirs of defense professionals helped me get into a good headspace to write her.

2. Rain

April showers bring May flowers. May showers bring bugger all in June? I don't know but anyway, it's raining here a lot. And personally, I'm thrilled. Rain is my favorite.

3. Roman poetry

Of the ancient sort. Ovid, Catullus, Propertius... Tibullus can get stuffed, I do not like Tibullus. Tibullus is the dreaded Nice Guy of old Roman dudes. Basically he just whines about how girls (or boys) don't do what he wants and how to trick them into doing stuff with you. Ew.

But aside from the broskis of the Ancient Roman world, I think it's amazing when you read something written  over 2000 years ago and it echoes something you yourself have felt. I leave you with my favorite Propertius quote: "My only pride is that I have pleased a learned girl."

Monday, May 6, 2013

It's Monday, I'm Reading Poetry

Failing and Flying by Jack Gilbert

Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.
It's the same when love comes to an end,
or the marriage fails and people say
they knew it was a mistake, that everybody
said it would never work. That she was 
old enough to know better. But anything
worth doing is worth doing badly.
Like being there by that summer ocean
on the other side of the island while
love was fading out of her, the stars 
burning so extravagantly those nights that
anyone could tell you they would never last.
Every morning she was asleep in my bed
like a visitation, the gentleness in her
like antelope standing in the dawn mist.
Each afternoon I watched her coming back
through the hot stony field after swimming,
the sea light behind her and the huge sky
on the other side of that. Listened to her
while we ate lunch. How can they say 
the marriage failed? Like the people who
came back from Provence (when it was Provence)
and said it was pretty but the food was greasy.
I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell,
but just coming to the end of his triumph.