Into The Wild Wednesday, Apr 30 2008 

Into The Wild

I had heard about this book (and obviously the movie) from a few friends and wanted to see it for a while now. Last Sunday night, after returning from a three-day camping trip — during which the first night’s dinner was canceled due to uncooperative weather — it seemed sort of fitting to watch this before bed.

First I’ll give you my thoughts on the movie. It’s a damn good movie. Just trust me on that. I was in my bed, dead-tired after three days of rock climbing & camping, and I didn’t even consider falling asleep for a single second while watching it. The cinematography, the music and Emile Hirsch (The Girl Next Door, Alpha Dog) as Christopher McCandless, aka Alexander Supertramp, were amazing. The movie has a good flow, cutting between his “current” situation in Alaska and his various experiences prior to venturing into the Alaskan wilderness, starting out quite playful, almost innocent, and turning more serious towards the end. While making his way north, he encounters, and in some cases deeply affects the lives of many characters that come across as genuine. Too many times there’s an array of distractions rather that supporting charters.

As for my commentary about the actual story, be warned that the following paragraph(s) will most likely contain spoilers.

If you know me, you know that I am no fan of marriage. I don’t despise it — though it may appear so at times — but I feel the need for a proactive indifference, similar to coping with a bully on the playground … except that marriage won’t go away, no matter how long you ignore it. I feel this way mostly because of how much the concept is abused on a daily basis. This is more or less where the movie starts for me philosophically. The happy McCandless family is a complete sham. You have two people who don’t love each other — possibly don’t even know what love really is — that got a piece of paper that proclaimed them married. Soon after, they started making babies and played out all the little plays, that in their mind looked like things a family would do. It was all a farce. It was all empty. No one made any attempt to understand and actually care about each other. Christopher was undoubtedly a very driven, intelligent guy who lived his life by a code, and the realization of what emptiness he was borne from pushed him on this quest to find himself and define who and what he really is. His great enemies were all the things his parents were so preoccupied with. A great big house, a nice new car. This, I think, is why: Had the foundation upon which any young person builds their life — one’s family — had it not been as materialistic as it was described to be, he most likely would have not grown up with such contempt for everything material that society places a value on. Had his family life been more about relationships, he would have accepted money as a tool, not a false object of desire.

While his quest to find himself, was on occasion a bit dangerous, the end was not so much tragic as it was just plain stupid. What he did, and the way he chose to do it was an atrocity on his own life and everyone who did love him him. If he’d just had a real map he could have easily walked out his situation, as a hand-operated tram crossed the river only a quarter mile from where he was. And that’s only the beginning of the travesty he committed. He was completely unprepared, in every way imaginable, to cope with the situation he was about to put himself into. There’s courage, and then there is just plain ignorant stupidity, and it’s particularly upsetting when it’s committed by someone who is neither ignorant nor stupid. Sure in the beginning he did alright – but a drunk driver is a pretty safe driver until he has to react quickly to some unforeseen event. What’s ironic, in a very sad way, is his transformation into what he quite possibly despised the most: his father. Throughout the movie he met people and affected all of their lives in some positive way; he was loved, admired and cared for. Yet he chose to throw it all away, ignore those who opened their hearts to him, and do something incredibly selfish, which perceptibly hurt all those who cared about him. His lack of concern for the relationships he formed resembled his father more than any of the men he idolized.

I think it is often the case, that if we blindly try to escape something, without understanding the root of it and its effect on us, we are likely to end up where we started.

In the spirit of the movie, I leave you with this quote:

What we need for our happiness is often close at hand,
if we knew but how to seek for it.”

— Nathaniel Hawthorne

The 2008 Motion Titles show Tuesday, Mar 11 2008 

Earlier today I stopped by the University of Missouri – Saint Louis, to attend the Motion Titles presentation of the current junior graphic design class. My class, as did many classes before us, had to go through this same rite-of-passage presentation, the first we as students had to do. The audience is usually made up of the faculty, some family, other students and alumni. This all part of the Advanced Problems in Graphic Design II class, where we had to choose a movie, create a new poster and DVD package that incorporated more symbolism and relevance to the movie than the average off-the-shelf Hollywood garbage (generally a big budget/big name movie poster/DVD cover will consist of the actors faces with some irrelevant background imagery). The last part of the project were the motion titles, which is just a fancy word for the intro. Not many people pay attention to the motion title, unaware of how much they say about the movie. I think the best motion title I’ve seen was for the movie U-Turn (starring Sean Penn and Jennifer Lopez). So much is revealed about … well everything. Anyway, this tends to be the most challenging part of the assignment, because all of a sudden you’re dealing with an entirely new element. The first thing I noticed today was how many people used a completely different software to do it then my classmates and myself did only two short years ago. Two things here: 1. time flies and 2. boy is technology eager to leave you behind. That said the little ones did quite all right. I was very impressed with two of the students and quite satisfied with the vast majority.

On a more negative note, I’m more convinced than ever than universities need to make public speaking classes absolutely mandatory. I’m no Demosthenes, but I’ve always striven for some measure of eloquence, and I’m rarely left speechless. While I was in school I found some of my classmates lacking good communication skills, but I guess being away for almost a year now makes it a bit more of a shock. For a second I imagine them talking to my VP, nervously muttering about something, sounding entirely unprepared for all of 10 seconds before being looked with the strangest of looks and told to get to a point … soon. Not a single person talked about their work, instead they all just read things off a piece of paper some with a voice so monotonous it was hard to take. Some would lose their spot on the page and restart at the beginning of the current sentence, the way novice telemarketers do when they are startled by an unexpected question. While no particular part about this irked me, the apparent (not actual) lack of knowledge on the subject of their own work was nothing short of disappointing. I have been there and I know all of them spent enough time with their projects to know them inside and out, yet they all spoke (read, actually) with the shaky uncertainty of an 8th grader reading Nietzsche. Of course it’s not the end of the world but communication is damn important, in my opinion, and if we’re out there education a new generation, shouldn’t we teach them how to speak rather than just talk?

No country for old men Tuesday, Dec 4 2007 

No Country For Old Men

On Saturday I got to see the new Coen brothers movie, No Country For Old Men, and I have to say I was so glad to not have read or heard a single thing about the movie prior to watching it. Why? Because it would been a tremendous letdown … as opposed to just a letdown, which is what it was.

Usually after watching a movie I think about it for a little while, digesting all its finer points, and then move on. Every once in a while, if the movie was either really great or terrible or both at the same time, I’ll go online to see what other people are saying. So here is what gets to me about this movie: I had to go through about of 20 or 30 two-thumbs-up reviews that all seemed to have their heads up the Coen’s collective rectum, before I found something I agreed with. Here are two reviews that sum up exactly how I felt about this movie:

“I appreciate No Country for Old Men for the skill in the film craft. I understand No Country for Old Men for its penetrating disquisition on narrative conventions and its heroic will in subverting them. I admire No Country for Old Men for the way it tightens its grip as it progresses, taking us deeper and deeper into a hellish world. I just don’t like it very much.”

— Stephen Hunter, Washington Post

and this essentially sums up why I did not like it:

“The Coen brothers have never really accepted the idea that a movie has to have a plot. Offbeat characters, sure. Oblique dialogue that sounds meaningful and occasionally is so, absolutely. Eye-catching cinematography and a subtle, mood-reinforcing soundtrack, no question. Irony layered on thickly as cheese in good lasagna, yes. But a narrative that makes sense from end to end? Well, one doesn’t have room for everything.”

— Lawrence Toppman, Charlotte Observer

The characters are great. The cinematography is awesome. A lot about this movie is just plain fantastic, but when put together it simply doesn’t work. It’s not that the movie lacks a plot entirely, but there are such big letdowns throughout, and particularly at the end, I felt as if I had slept through some vital part. In fact, when the movie was supposed to climax … you know … the part where the cat and mouse game between the main characters culminates in a grand finale that leaves you feeling either elated with triumph or devastated with sorrow … well I felt absolutely nothing. It would be hard to say more without a potential spoiler, so I’ll leave you with this. See it on DVD if you’re looking for something off-beat.