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From Gotham City to Dunsinane and points in-between: this week’s viewing

BATWOMAN‘s second half-season kept up the level of the first half, which makes me sad Ruby Rose has decided one season is enough in the role of Kate Kane (there’s no official statement, but I’ve heard this credited to injuries in action scenes, the time suck of being a star in a weekly series, or her and the producers not getting along). She’s done an amazing job and plays great with her deranged sister Alice (Rachel Skarsten) and her step-sister Mary (Nicole Kang), who’s easily the best character in the show (I blogged this week about her and the show at Atomic Junkshop). In addition to the running battles with Alice and Mouse, Kate has to deal with her relationship with her closeted ex, Sophie and the discovery that Lucius Fox’s convicted killer may have been innocent, which doesn’t sit well with Luke Fox (Camrus Johnson).  Due to the pandemic the season ends, like Flash, without the final episodes, but I will say the one they did have works well as a cliffhanger. “Kate knowing what she’s doing can be worse than most people not knowing what they’re doing.”

SUPERGIRL‘s unplanned finish was much less successful, mostly because the season’s been a mess. The big challenges carrying over from the first half were Leviathan, a ruthless alien cabal plotting mass destruction and new boss Andrea’s Obsidian system bringing billions of people into a virtual fantasy world; and Lena’s (Katie McGraw) plan to cure humanity of evil with an experimental mind-control system. Adding to this, the post-Crisis reality-altering turned Lex Luthor (Jon Cryer) into a respected businessman and the head of the DEO without changing his evil agenda any; while Cryer’s good in the role this repeated last season’s twist of revealing he’s been manipulating and playing all the various villains for his own ends. It’s too repetitive (he mocks Eve Tessmacher for her foolishness much as he sneered at Red Daughter a year ago) and it doesn’t help when the villains are so unsatisfying. Leviathan’s members are powerful but not notably different from any other conqueror; the buildup with Obsidian felt pointless (despite one great episode with Alex as a VR version of Supergirl) as Andrea doesn’t have an evil agenda. Lena’s arc, finally coming back to the side of good, was the only one that really worked. So the season just fizzled out — it didn’t help that winning (though with Lex still a threat) relied on Supergirl making a very unconvincing inspirational speech. “You arranged a battle with Earth, Wind and Fire and didn’t invite us?”

I don’t think I’d heard of Hitchcock’s YOUNG AND INNOCENT (1937) before watching it, or if I did I confused it with Rich and Strange. It turns out to be a good version of one of Hitch’s favorite themes, the Innocent Accused (it’s very much in the mode of The 39 Steps). When an actress turns up strangled on the shore (shortly after a private argument with her estranged husband), beachgoers spot Tisdale (Derrick de Marnay) running away from the body. He claims he was going for help but nobody believes him, including his incompetent attorney (there’s a lot of comedy in this film). Tisdale escapes and goes on the run with the help of Erica (Nova Pilbeam), a police officer’s daughter. Can they find proof that Tisdale didn’t do the deed? The leads’ love at first sight works much better than the romance in Secret Agent and the film is a good one with some clever suspense sequences, like the leads being stuck in a kid’s birthday party when they have a desperate need to be elsewhere. That said, I’m not sure the plot holds together (there’s no indication the police even tried to contact the husband) and the climax involves a nightclub band in blackface, so be warned. “You forget, it’s my petrol.”

MACBETH was a Folger Theater production streaming through the end of July. A well-executed, energetic production of the “Scottish play” but despite a striking opening (a staffer discussing trigger warnings for violence gets stabbed) it doesn’t stand out from other productions despite Penn of Penn and Teller co-directing (while some of the magic scenes are striking the play doesn’t make a huge thing of them, which is good). “Methought I heard a voice cry out ‘Sleep no more — Macbeth doth murder sleep!”

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Why do we return to the Twilight Zone?

So after blogging about Jordan Peele’s Twilight Zone revival, I got to thinking about the enduring popularity of Rod Serling’s original. Why is it remembered so well? Why does it keep getting revivals?Well, it’s become a brand name so it’s no surprise CBS wants to keep reviving it. That’s a much safer bet than encouraging people to catch an all-new series — as witness I tuned in to the Peele and I’ve never made any effort to catch Black Mirror (not a reflection on that show, just on the amount of stuff that’s out there to watch). And part of the reason it’s become a brand name is that when it came out there wasn’t anything like it. TV SF was treated as kids’ stuff; TV fantasy was limited to sitcoms such as Topper or Bewitched. Twilight Zone took specfic seriously, as something adults could enjoy and that could be done well. It didn’t hurt that along with Serling, we had Richard Matheson and Charles Beaumont, both established and excellent writers of contemporary fantasy (among other things). Serling also cast a lot of first-rate actors including Burgess Meredith, Ross Martin, Jack Klugman, Wilfred Hyde-White and others. Running from 1959 to 1964, Serling’s work had an impact I don’t think it could possibly have today.

But not every show that made a big splash back in ye ancient times of a mere three networks has such a devoted following today. The original series holds up well.

Part of that is Serling’s interest in people and human nature, particularly his fondness for the down-and-out and the unlucky losers. The insecure cheap crook in Nervous Man in a Four Dollar Room. The anguished bookie in In Praise of Pip, getting one last night with his dead son. Art Carney delivering Christmas cheer on The Night of the Meek. But while people often have crappy lives and don’t get happy endings (case in point, Burgess Meredith’s myopic bank clerk in  All The Time in the World) Serling’s not looking to to shrug and say “life isn’t fair.” He gets that unfairness is something that should be fixed. And in many stories he does, delivering a eucatastrophe, a miraculous (but plausible) happy ending.

Another factor, and I think this is a big one, is the nature of the stories. Twilight Zone had a big range: stories with no specfic element (The Silence), post-apocalypse (Two), space adventure (The Parallel) and time travel (No Time Like the Past), but the “generic” TZ story is intrusion fantasy: a contemporary setting with the supernatural or super-scientific intruding on it. And doing so, in many cases, randomly.

In a few of the episodes, there’s a clear reason for what’s happening, such as Jess-Belle where the protagonist apprentices herself to a witch, or The Trouble With Templeton in which the protagonist’s long-dead wife has arranged events for his benefit. In many more, there’s none: fate or God or Satan has decided to upend someone’s life for no reason at all. The businessman in A World of Difference suddenly finds he’s an actor and his life is the script. He doesn’t do anything to bring it about, it just happens. Ditto the woman haunted by her double in Mirror Image or the rejuvenated seniors in Kick the Can. They don’t cross any lines, tamper with anything forbidden, piss off the dark gods — they’re just shit out of luck. Sure, some of them deserve their doom or their miraculous redemption, such as Dan Duryea’s drunken gunfighter in Mr. Denton on Doomsday. Even so, there’s no reason why Fate should (literally) stop in his town and turn his life around, it just happens.

That, I think, makes it more compelling. Because if things like this can happen at random, then they can happen to us. We don’t have to be chosen ones, or profane an Egyptian tomb to be affected. Any one of us, at any time, could stumble into the impossible.

Into the Twilight Zone.

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A speedster and a cephalopod: TV and movies

Like the CW’s Nancy Drew, FLASH wrapped up short of its planned run due to COVID-19’s effect on shooting. Instead of ending the season’s arc, we wrapped up with a cliffhanger to be resolved whenever next season can finally launch. But hey, it did make a good stopping point, even if it wasn’t planned as such.

While I was disappointed with Bloodwork, the first half-season’s villain, the second half made up for it. We actually have two villains: Carver (Eric Nenninger) is a Luthor-esque corrupt CEO running the dark science crime network Black Hole. His wife, Eva McCulloch (Efrat Dor) — close to the name of DC’s second Mirror Master — is a scientist trapped in a mirror-universe years early. Unstable due to her isolation and from Carver’s lack of interest in rescuing her, she’s determined to break out. Part of her scheme involves replacing Iris and a couple of other characters with mirror doubles obedient only to her. Iris, meanwhile, is trapped inside the mirror and slowly going mad.

Eva makes a much more effective villain than Bloodwork, and by the looks of the final episode she’ll have not only her super-science but the CEO of Doom role. Meanwhile something is happening to Iris in the mirror-verse and it isn’t good …

A B-plot for this season involves Sue Dearborn (Natalie Dreyfuss), a professional thief and adventurer working against Carver who winds up joining forces with Ralph (Dearborn was the maiden name of the Elongated Man’s wife in comics). Like most Flash watchers, I think they’re great together. Another element is that the Speed Force is dying; by the end of the season Barry can’t even whip up enough wind to douse a fire.

There were some elements that didn’t work so well, such as Caitlin and Frost trying to get Frost a life of her own, and “Nash” Welles convoluted relationship with a new metahuman, but overall, even with the short run, this half was a win.

IT CAME FROM BENEATH THE SEA (1955) was the first of many pictures Ray Harryhausen made with producer Charles Schneer, who supposedly provided the seed idea for this one — a giant octopus pulling down the Golden Gate Bridge.Kenneth Tobey plays the submarine commander whose nuclear sub, in the opening scenes, is attacked by something strong enough to hold it in place. Faith Domergue is one of the scientists assigned to investigate a piece of tissue left on the sub, coming to the conclusion it was some sort of giant octopus. Rather than being a mutant, it’s a natural giant rendered radioactive by nuclear testing; now fish, with their innate sensitivity to radiation, can avoid it so it’s desperately dragging down boats and attacking the coast for food. This isn’t an improvement on the “grew big because, radiation” origin but it does make it a little distinctive.

While the giant octopus is impressive (YMMV if you’re not a stop-motion fan), the story itself is flat. The film spends too much time trying to gather evidence to convince the military the threat is real, which we already know. And while Domergue’s colleague (Donald Curtis) is apparently involved with her, he doesn’t object at all when she goes for Tobey, so that makes it rather pointless. Watchable, but not Harryhausen’s best. “That haystack just became a lot smaller than we imagined.”

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The moon, magic rocks and love: this week’s movies

MOON (2009) has Sam Rockwell approaching the end of his three year stint as solo operator of a lunar mining base, where his social contact is limited to occasional videos from home (he’s on the far side of the moon, so communication is tough) and the unctuous tones of Kevin Spacey as the voice of the computer (very obviously set to invoke a Hal 2000 vibe). But why is he hallucinating? Why has an exact double of himself turned up? Why is it so hard to contact Earth directly? This is virtually a one-man show, and it’s very well done. “You look like a radioactive tampon.”

I’ve loved a lot of Robert Rodriguez movies such as Spy Kids and Machete but SHORTS (2009) does not make the cut. This kidvid has a bullied kid discover a wishing rock that allows him to change his life but not, of course in the ways he expects. Despite a good cast (Jon Cryer as Dad, Kat Dennings as the kid’s sister, James Spader as a CEO of Doom) this feels like a mediocre Disney/Nickelodeon pilot; admittedly, I’m not the target audience, but I’ve liked a lot of movies targeted at kids (for example). “He has friends here — he just doesn’t know it yet.”

SHE’S OUT OF MY LEAGUE (2010) stars Jay Baruchel as a TSA screener whose Meet Cute with event planner Alice Eve leads to romance, but all his friends insist an obvious “5” like Baruchel can never make it with a 10 like her. This is pleasant enough for a talking lamp, but it never works as well as Say Anything did with a similar premise (I know John Cusack and the boombox is held up as a terrible example of Obsessive Love, but I’m sorry, I still enjoyed the film). Part of it is that even by the standards of rom-coms, the protagonist’s friends are clueless and annoying (reinforcing Baruchel’s insecurity makes me want to slap them); part of it is that they seem to think lampshading “beautiful amazing woman falls for unremarkable guy.”) will make the cliche more workable, and it didn’t. “Did you ever find something so exciting that you came too early?”

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I hoped for better: Jordan Peele’s Twilight Zone

I doubt I’d have bothered with CBS’ latest revival of THE TWILIGHT ZONE if Jordan Peele hadn’t been the man in the Rod Serling role (including serving as narrator). Given how good Peele’s Get Out and Us were, he seemed like the right guy to deliver Twilight Zone stories tailored for the 21st century. But whether it’s the different requirements for a TV series from a movie or too much network interference, Peele didn’t pull it off.

He’s not unique. The first attempt to remake Serling was the 1983 Twilight Zone — The Movie which had one memorable story (a remake of  Nightmare at 20,000 Feet) and three “meh” ones. This led to a 1985 CBS series I remember as pretty good, though it’s quite possible I’m erasing the bad stuff. Then there was a completely forgettable UPN revival nearly 20 years ago.

And no, I’m not biased by nostalgia for the original series. I love it but even before I started rewatching it the past few years, I had no illusions it was perfect. I remember many crappy episodes (Cavender Is Coming, Mute, Steel) but the good outnumber the bad and every season has some great episodes. After watching six of the ten-episode first season of the new version I found no great, two good and four bad. That’s not a win.

The first episode, The Comedian, runs an hour, which was a mistake: as the original’s  S4 showed, some stories fail simply by being stretched out. The title comic is Samir, who wants to do political humor but flops with it. Then a legendary comic advises Samir to draw on his life for material; the audience loves this approach, but whenever he talks about his dog, his nephew, a coworker, they vanish from existence. In fact, they never existed and only Samir remembers them.

There’s obvious potential here for a metaphor about creative people mining their own lives for material, or how someone with ambition can discard people in their life on the climb to the top. Instead, this tries to fill the hour by going in too many directions; at one point, Samir pulls a Death Note and starts erasing abusers, drunk drivers and other people, but then we’re off in another direction. The story never has the punch it might have.

To give Peele credit, Nightmare at 30,000 Feet doesn’t simply remake the original story about a man seeing a monster destroying the wing of a plane. Instead, nn investigative journalist discovers the Weird Mysteries podcast he’s downloaded to listen to is talking about a mysteriously vanished flight … that’s the exact flight the protagonist is on. Can he figure out what’s happening in time to avert catastrophe? Not a bad concept, but it never built up enough tension for me.

Replay was one of the good ones. Black lawyer Nina (Sanaa Lathan)is driving her son to college when she discovers rewinding her old camcorder can rewind time. This comes in handy when a bigoted cop starts harassing them, but no matter how many times Nina tries changing how she deals with him, nothing can neutralize the threat.I think it’s the best of the ones I watched.

But then comes A Traveler, set in a rural Alaskan police station where Captain Pendleton (Greg Kinnear) shows a suitably Christian compassion by letting one prisoner out of jail; as he doesn’t have anyone this year, Sgt. Mongoyak (Marika Sila) arrests her brother just so Pendleton can free him. But it turns out Mr. A. Traveler (Steven Yuen) is already in jail, claiming that as a YouTuber who covers extreme tourism, he’s there to witness the annual release. Is he telling the truth? Of course not, but the results make it impossible to care.

Wunderkind isn’t good but it was amusing. Failed political consultant Raff (John Cho) spots an 11-year-old, Oliver (Jacob Tremblay), running for president on YouTube. Everyone likes his simplistic proposals so Raff launches a campaign to put Oliver in the White House. Oops: who’d have thought a temperamental, selfish brat running the government was a bad thing? Why yes, I do think this has a point about politics, but it’s not executed well-enough to work. It hand-waves Oliver being too young to get elected and can’t decide if he’s a brat or a child sociopath.

I’d have stopped there but Not All Men sounded too interesting to pass up. Annie (Taissa Farmiga) goes on a date with her coworker Phil but stops short of sleeping with him. Next morning at work, their boss transfers her current project to Phil, telling her she’ll rise farther as his assistant. Coincidence? Then things get really nasty when a meteor shower unleashes the local male population’s worst impulses; can Annie survive? Can she trust that the guy who says he’s not infected is safe?

This is at its best dealing with the little annoyances women have to put up with (“You’d look really cute if you’d smile.”) and the challenge of figuring out what’s really going on (is Phil punishing Annie for not putting out, or is it just their boss favoring the white guy?). The outright violence isn’t as interesting, and I couldn’t buy the reveal the meteors were a placebo, a rationalization for the guys losing control — why would anyone assume the rocks had that effect? Still, it was interesting enough that in another era I might have kept watching. But these days there’s too many alternatives to give this more of a chance.

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A delayed double feature to last week’s movies

One the Night of the Comet commentary track, writer/director Thom Eberhardt listed TARGET EARTH (1954) as an influence on the film, so that was my first choice for viewing last weekend.The film’s opening scenes in which Kathleen Crowley wakes up (having tried and failed to commit suicide by sleeping pills) to find the small city she lives in completely empty are extremely effective. Then she meets up with a similarly baffoed Richard Denning and a couple of party animals; together they figure out that the city was evacuated while they were all passed out for one reason or another. Then the sight of some rather unconvincing robots tells them why everyone else left … meanwhile the military tries to figure out how to stop the robots sent as the first wave of a Venusian invasion.

Despite the robots and the underlying absurdity (I’m familiar with evacuation issues and clearing out a city in 12 hours is impossible), this is pretty good. I don’t like the gangster who wanders in late in the movie but I do like that the protagonists are just trying to survive; they’re not part of the fight against the aliens and don’t really know what’s going on (I used a similar approach in my Atoms for Peace short story The Claws That Catch). “All we can be sure of was that this invasion was not launched by any power upon this Earth!”

Kelli Maroney says Eberhardt told her to watch Carole Lombard in MY MAN GODFREY (1936) for her role as Samantha and I can sort of see why. Lombard’s character is something of a space cadet, a ditzy heiress who recruits derelict William Powell as a find in a scavenger hunt, then gets him to work for her family as the new butler. Much to her annoyance, he refuses to fall in love with her, but her efforts to change his mind keep the movie humming. With Eugene Pallette as Lombard’s grumpy father and Alan Mowbray (to the left of Powell in the post above) as a former college chum of Powell’s. Definitely worth rewatching in its own right. “What does it matter where one puts flowers when one’s heart is broken?”

And to go with Webber’s Phantom of the Opera I rewatched Lon Chaney’s classic silent THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA (1925). While I suspect Webber may have replaced Chaney as the definitive version of this story, this is truly spectacular production in the sets Chaney’s powerful performance and his grotesque makeup (unlike most later versions, Erik here was born a freak; later incarnations were the result of accidents). Another one that’s a pleasure to rewatch, though Christine has a better role in the stage show. “No longer shall I spew venom like a toad.”

I also caught an episode of the old DESILU PLAYHOUSE, The Time Element, which I’ve wanted to see for years because it’s the pilot from which Twilight Zone launched. William Bendix plays a bookie telling psychiatrist Martin Balsam about this recurring dream in which he wakes up in Hawaii — specifically Pearl Harbor, Dec. 6, 1941. Initially he plans to exploit his knowledge and bet on every upcoming sporting event, but then he starts having qualms and tries to warn people about the Day That Will Live In Infamy — but will anyone listen? The version of the grandfather paradox given here doesn’t make sense, but the cast is solid and the situation is effectively intense; it says a lot about the limited exposure to SF most of the audience had back then that Desi Arnaz, as host, reassures viewers this was all the psychiatrist’s imagination. “The U.S.S. Arizona’s never been sunk!”

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A phantom, a fiend, a comet and a captain: media watched this week.

Due to the current quarantine crisis, Andrew Lloyd Webber has begun streaming his musicals on YouTube, free. Last weekend it was THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA and as I’ve never seen it on stage, I watched it Sunday morning. Suffice to say, this West End production — the 25th anniversary special — lived up to what I thought it would be (though I thought the chandelier collapse would be more spectacular, nor was Erik’s scarred face). Looks great, good performances and in the equivalent of a post-credits scene they brought out Sarah Brightman (the original Christine) and several past Phantoms including the original, Michael Crawford, all of whom then sang (not Crawford — I’m guessing it’s the vocal strain he’s had to deal with over the years). A real pleasure. “You alone can make my song take flight/It’s over now, the music of the night!”

DESPICABLE ME (2010) is a very oddball animated entry in the genre of Sudden Fatherhood films (which includes Three Men and a Baby, Kenny Rogers’ Sixpack and the TV series Family Affair). Protagonist Gru (Steve Carrell is the kind of diabolical master criminal who’d give a toddler a balloon, then pop it for kicks; as part of his elaborate scheme to steal the moon, he has to adopt three orphan girls, only to discover, inevitably, that they’re exactly what he needed in his lonely life (well, sort of lonely — he has weird minions who eventually got their own spinoff). A part of me wanted to dismiss this as sappy cornball fluff, but it won me over so I guess it’s good sappy cornball fluff. “The physical appearance of the ‘please’ makes no difference.”

I loved NIGHT OF THE COMET (1984) when I saw it in theaters, and I had much the same reaction watching on BluRay (though I’m way too old to crush on Catherine Mary Stewart as I did originally. She and Kelli Maroney play Valley Girl sisters (that California subculture turned up a lot in TV and movies back then) who are among the few survivors when a comet’s tail reduces most of humanity to dust, while transforming those partly exposed into zombies. Fortunately the sisters are Army brats who can fight, shoot and not loose their cool; but even allied with average guy Robert Beltran, can they survive the zombies and Mary Woronov’s sinister scientific cabal?

Writer/director Thom Eberhardt says on one of the commentary tracks that after seeing the movie Valley Girls he wanted to write a movie using that subculture, and combined it with his fondness for “empty city” SF films such as Target: Earth. The results are a blast, not least because it’s an end-of-the-world movie centered around two capable young women instead of the male lead (though making the last good man on Earth Latino was novel too). And while there’s a lot of humor, the movie manages to get the humor/horror balance right. This was my birthday present from TYG and I’m very grateful. “The legal drinking age is now 10 — but you will need ID.”

Using a First Month Free offer I got to stream the first season of CBS’ PICARD, which brings back Patrick Stewart as Captain (okay, now admiral) Picard. Years ago he quit Starfleet when it refused to support his plans to rescue and resettle Romulans facing death when their sun went nova (“Resigning was my backup plan.”). Now a the death of a mysterious woman possibly tied to the late Commander Data convinces Picard to get back in the game and back into space, accompanied by an inevitably scruffy rag-tag crew. Meanwhile, the dead woman’s exact double is working with XBs (Ex Borg) on a deactivated Borg cube in Romulan space. What’s the connection? And why are Romulans so hostile to all forms of artificial intelligence?

The show has some plot holes but Stewart’s tremendous presence anchors it and the supporting cast are excellent, particularly Alison Pill as an AI expert. There are several familiar faces from Next Generation (and one other series), and the show uses them effectively. I don’t know if I’ll pay to stream S2, but maybe … “If you find a way out of this, they should call it the Picard Maneuver — wait, that’s already a thing, isn’t it?”

Alison Pill also appears as another computer whiz in the much less interesting show Devs. I posted a detailed review at Atomic Junkshop.

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Nancy Drew rebranded: the first CW season (with spoilers)

The second half of Nancy Drew‘s freshman season delivered on the first half, but it also disappointed. Disruptions to production from the pandemic crisis mean the last four episodes got kicked over to next season so it wrapped up this week. It’s a satisfactory stopping point: enough stuff resolved to count as a season ender, but a couple of major elements left as cliffhangers.The season launched with the murder of wealthy Ryan Hudson’s wife, but by mid-season another murder had loomed equally important: Lucy Sable, a classmate of Ryan and Nancy’s father Carson, known as “Dead Lucy” after she jumped off a cliff for reasons unknown. At the midseason break, Carson was arrested as the killer; over the second half, Nancy cleared him, solved Tiffany Hudson’s murder and in the process learned Lucy’s ghost has been haunting her because they’re related. As in mother/daughter: Ryan and Lucy were lovers but the conniving Hudsons convinced Lucy he’d rejected her; after she gave birth she gave the baby to the Drews, then killed herself. One of the elements left hanging for next season is that Nancy’s not speaking to Carson right now, resenting that he’s lied to her his entire life.

The second element is that a spirit, the Aglaeca, that she and her friends (whom I think of as the Scooby Drews, but “Drew Crew” seems to be the name online) raised to get evidence to clear Carson. They didn’t deliver the blood price the Aglaeca required and at first it appeared to be very PO’d. Their attempts to placate the Aglaeca failed because, it turns out, they were placating the wrong entity: whatever they summoned is a human ghost, and so the ritual just enraged it. At the end of the episode, the death portents are getting more ominous, including Nancy seeing herself falling over the same cliff as her mother …

The point of this post is not to thumb up the series, though I really like it, but to look at the successful rebranding of Nancy (well played by Kennedy McMann) and her crew. Part of the change is the added diversity I’d expect from any 21st century take: George is Chinese-American, Ned’s black, Bess is a lesbian. The other part, which is less expected, is turning Nancy into a ghostbuster. Dead Lucy and the Aglaeca are only a couple of the spectres and entities haunting Horsehoe Bay, all of which seem to have taken an interest in the Drew Crew.

This doesn’t work for everyone — my brother says he’d have preferred Nancy crack the case and expose the ghosts as fake — but it does for me. I think that’s because even in her new, supernatural environment, Nancy’s still a detective. There are mundane murders and she cracks those; faced with the supernatural she investigates their origins, tries to identify the spirit, figures out its agenda and how to satisfy or thwart it without loss of blood. It’s no different from stopping a mortal killer, except for, you know, the perp is dead.

Making the series a contemporary version of the novels or the Bonita Granville films with greater diversity might have worked, but I think adding the supernatural side was a smart choice. Changes like this don’t always work: the more down-to-Earth Doc Savage of the post-WW II years doesn’t feel like Doc to me and DC’s The Snagglepuss Chronicles didn’t work at all. Nancy Drew pulls it off.

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Murders and Keira Knightley: this week in movies

THE END OF THE GAME (1975) is a German mystery drama (the German title translates into The Judge and the Hangman) directed by the late Maximilian Schell with an American cast: Donald Sutherland shows up first as a cop’s corpse, which leads terminally ill inspector Martin Ritt to investigate whether powerhouse industrialist Robert Shaw is behind the killing. Ritt, however, has his own agenda: years earlier, Shaw murdered a woman in front of him just to prove he could get away with it (“You know the autopsy said the bruise on her jaw came from striking the parapet.”) and Ritt has been waiting a long time to end the game … John Voight plays Sutherland’s ambitious replacement, who’s also interested in becoming his replacement with lover Jacqueline Bissett. This is well done, and darker than it appears, as everyone has an unsavory agenda; Shaw steals the show in a role that demonstrates how good a bad man he could be.“Sometimes things happen in our minds, sometimes things happen in reality. It is our job, Walter, as policemen, to separate the two.”

I can’t remember if I bought a bare-bones version of M (1931) to save money or because the sheer number of formats on Amazon confused me, but hey, it’s way better than the TCM to VHS to DVD copy already on my shelves. Fritz Lang directed this classic thriller starring Peter Lorré as a child-killer and (it’s implied) pedophile; with police cracking down on the underworld to find Lorré, the crooks decide to take matters into their own hands, partly because the idea they have anything in common with him offends them (“We break the law to survive — this beast has no right to survive!”). Roldohp thingy is part of the cast “If I were you, I wouldn’t make big speeches.”

THE DEATH OF STALIN (2017) throws the upper reaches of the party into confusion leading to a power struggle involving the sadistic Beria (Simon Russell Beale), Steve Buscemi’s seemingly wimpy Khruschev, Jeffrey Tambor’s uncertain Malinkov and Michael Palin’s Molotov. As good as I’d heard, demonstrating Ernst Lubitsch’s point that running a death camp takes no more sadism than a laundromat, as even Beria comes off more as a harried bureaucrat struggling to keep his job and negotiate the political infighting than a totalitarian devil. “Maybe the lamb is the people and the milk is socialism?”

LAGGIES (2014) is an indie film has Keira Knightley as a woman in her late twenties pushing back against the pressure to finally start adulting: her sense of humor remains juvenile, she’s unemployed and she’s less than thrilled about her boyfriend’s plans to finally tie the knot. When she impulsively buys underage Chloe Grace Moritz and her friends some beer, she bonds with them as a way out, holing up at Moritz’s house while her dad’s out of town and pretending she’s still a cool adolescent.

As Odie Henderson says, a male protagonist in this situation would have run wild with a vengeance, like Seth Rogen’s character in Knocked Up. But female characters aren’t supposed to do that, so Knightley just dithers and has angsty conversations with Moritz before the latter’s dad Sam Rockwell enters her love and proving all Knightley needed was the right man. The acting is good, but the movie’s forgettable; Tiny Furniture tackled similar territory better. “Have you ever been drunk at a party where everyone else is sober — or maybe they’re drunk and you’re the sober one?”

Bonus: I have a review of where I think Justice League went wrong up on Atomic Junkshop.

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Things I learned from John Carter’s commentary track

When I rewatched John Carter (2012) recently I also listened to the full commentary track (first time was a Netflix DVD, and I didn’t have time for most of it).  I think director/writer Andrew Stanton and the other commenters have some good advice for writers.

•Make the battles advance the story. Stanton says he really tried to make the battles, even before the big finish, advance the plot. The Zodangans shooting Dejah Thoris down brings her and John together. The battle in the arena (a truly spectacular piece) is a turning point where John rallies the Tharks to fight for Mars. The scene where he saves Dejah and Sola from the Warhoon reflects his character arc: he lost his family while he was away at war, he refuses to let his friends die now. All have a reason besides the action. Doc Savage author Lester Dent makes the same point: “Action must do more than advance the hero over the scenery.”

It’s advice to keep in mind when I redraft Impossible Takes a Little Longer as I’ve added a lot of action that really doesn’t do more than that.

•You don’t have to explain everything. Stanton says that one of his templates in writing John Carter was historical movies: the camera shows you something amazing in the background, like cathedral construction or slaves working on something, but films don’t stop to explain every detail, they just let us see it’s there. As someone who gets easily bored where writers fill in all the details, I’m with Stanton on this, though of course books don’t have the same visual impact movies do. And as I’ve said before, how much is enough is a judgment call, not a quantifiable rule.

•Be careful which scenes you skip. Stanton says they originally cut from the climactic defeat of Zodanga to the John/Dejah wedding; no need to actually detail the proposal, the wedding said it all, right? When they showed the film to the test audience, the women watching all complained that they never got a scene where the leads expressed their feelings. Stanton and his cowriters went back and put one in and yes, it works.

•As I’ve said before, it’s okay to look back at the past but don’t stare. Stanton said he wrote Dejah Thoris as a woman he’d fall in love with today: a skilled swordswoman and scientist working to save Helium from Zodanga but forced to marry the tyrant of Zodanga to bring about peace. Edgar Rice Burroughs’ Dejah Thoris was neither fighter nor scientist, but Stanton said he wrote her as a woman he’d want to be with now, not the woman he fell in love with when he was 12. That’s good advice for anyone going retro, I think.

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