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Sunday, January 31, 2010

The Unwritable Film

~here be spoilers~

Most seemingly intelligent person would probably have you believe that television and cinema are for the brainless masses and that books are the only acceptable form in which to be fed works of fiction. At the dawn of every new book-to-movie creation, elitists cry foul at every single tiny discontinuity that conflicts with the original source material. Perhaps sometimes these overzealous fanboys have a point; an author does have a lot more pages to work with than a director does time. Sometimes the minor intricacies that make up a character, or the internal struggles that they face, or even the distinct voice of the author are what gives a novel life. Without these small, yet vital details, some books would cease to be the same. This is not to say, however, that a seemingly "unfilmable" book cannot, in fact, be turned into the cinema masterpiece that it deserves to be. Just go watch "The Lord of the Rings" trilogy if you don't believe me. It may have taken fifty years to finally have been done justice, but it certainly proved that a work of such epic scale has just as much place on the silver screen as it does in print.

This is also not to say that the a standalone film cannot be just as excellent on its own merit as the countless classic novels that are out there. Sometimes there are just things that a director, screenwriter, or actor is able to put into their work that an author cannot. This is why I propose to you the idea of the unwritable movie; a movie that works only because of its creators' acute mastery of the visual experience. The greatness of Memento, for example, achieves much of its uniqueness from the way Christopher Nolan decided to tell his tale: backwards. The uncertainty that surely everyone feels at the conclusion of the movie is really only attainable because of the lack of an author. The viewer sees events how they happen, nothing more and nothing less than that, and definitely no narrator outside of the story attempting to spell out the mystery for them. Just like Leonard must really on the facts, so too must anyone watching the movie, for they only know as much as he does. This lack of narration has its place in an entirely different scenario, as well.



In I Am Legend (no I am not calling this movie a masterpiece), what sane human being did not feel at least incredibly awful when Robert Neville was forced to kill his dog - his only friend left in the entire world. Though I won't say that this level of emotion can't be achieved in writing, there's something about the lack of words that creates the scene. With no writing or words to focus on, there is only the actions and emotion of the characters to be dealt with. And if it's dealt with correctly, it can turn into quite the potent batch of emotion.



Lastly I come to just pure cinamatography. So I'm sure no one will argue that a book of The Matrix would be pretty pointless (though I'd probably still read it), but that's not really the type of cinematography I'm talking about. Take Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, for example. The heart of the movie is truly in the tale of two lovers who only have so much time left before they've completely forgotten about each other. However, much of the films charm is due to the strange combinations of Joel Barish's dreams and the initial shock given when they start to collapse around him and Clementine. These sequences serve to display Joel's desperation in his desire to hold on to clementine, yet are still merely framing the interactions between the dying couple. It's a careful balancing act between the shock of the surrealism and the tender moments between Joel and Clementine. The balance is achieved by placing half of the burden on the visuals and half on the words. I believe both aspects would be greatly damaged if an author was forced to simultaneously attempt to portray both.



So that's all I've got on the subject so far. To be honest I think I have too much faith in amazing authors to really to this topic justice. I also realize that perhaps you don't completely agree with my choice in movies, and that's perfectly fine as well (though I hate to say that we can't be friends anymore). Really what I'm trying to say is that film are every bit as credible as pieces of art and as means of storytelling as books are.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Welcome to the Ball Pit

Now that my stupid math internal assessment is finally finished and turned in, I actually have time post something on my blog that's been completely bare for at least a day now. I'm tired and sick, and our FCS meeting today has kind of put me off ranting about how much I hate the stupidity of the human race, so I guess I'll just give a sort of rundown on this wonderful blog that you are currently reading.

I'm sure you're at least a tad bit intrigued by the title of this blog (which, by the way, is not a euphemism for something perverted), and I bet half of you losers (probably actually all of you since only Hayleigh, Chandler and possibly Sarah are likely to be reading this post) were expecting something a little more sinister sounding. But if you though that, you would be wrong! Losers... Believe it or not, I actually put a little bit of thought into what I am now calling this stream of consciousness. Despite its obvious childish appearance, the meaning behind it is actually quite far from that.

I expect the pretty picture above distracted all of you away from my incredibly insightful words, so i'm just going to assume you read through the comic. I also assume that you reasonably intelligent folks reading this blog understand what it's talking about and may even be beginning to connect some of the dots yourself. For those less educated people out there, this poem is about growing up. It's not really an age thing as much as it is a maturity thing. Though I guess for must of us teenagers it's a bit of both. That pretty much sums up what I think I might possibly want this blog to maybe be about. I want to take a stab at the self-discovery aspect of growing up. That sounds pretty cliché, now that I think about it, but hopefully it won't turn out that way.

Everyone is constantly in a personal struggles with themselves, despairing over with who they were, failing to discover who they are, or desperately trying to determine who they want to be. We waste so much time and energy trying to find the perfect answers to these seemingly simple problems, that we often get that really the only way we can do that is to just get on with our lives. We certainly can't change the past (and would we really want to even if we could?), who we are is who we are and there's nothing we can do about it, so really the only thing we should be concerning ourselves with is who we want to (not to be confused with what we want to be, as it often is). I think the most important thing about each and every one of us is who we aspire to be , and I think that reveals a lot more about a person than anything else. Everyone's made mistakes, everyone is making them, and everyone is going to continue making them forever. As it is, we're certainly only human. All that can be expected of someone is that they do their best. Life, after all, isn't a race, it's more like a series of time trials. We keep finding ourselves back at square one, hoping to do a little better the next time around. The only person we're competing with is ourselves, our own expectations, and our own goals. Deep down everyone knows what they truly want, and as long as they respect themselves for it, then they should be just alright.

Wow... that actually has nothing to do with what I wanted to talk about (love, god, friends, grass, you know, the big stuff). I guess all that stuff will just have to wait until next time.

~OA out...