Category: Current Events (page 68 of 91)

An Open Letter to C. Matthew, Re: The Departed

Courtesy Warner Bros.

Dear Confused Matthew,

With all due respect, sir, I disagree.

I was under the impression I’d said all that was necessary about Martin Scorsese’s The Departed in my own review of the film. However, your recent embarkation upon an anti-Departed tirade has inspired me to go a little more in depth on the film. I will admit, the dialog which makes up the bulk of what grabs your attention is filled with non-sequitors and profanity, and this may be something of a turn-off or make the film seem unsofisticated.

There is, however, context to the story that makes this apparent verbal diharrea make sense.

Now, I’m aware of the fact that I could simply be reading too much into the events of The Departed. I may also be making a mountain out of a molehill and what follows could be construed as me doning white armor to ride to the rescue of a filmmaker and/or screenwriter who need no rescuing. However, as someone who regularly hands himself a severe beating for telling instead of showing and fancies himself a storyteller of at least some merit, I’d like to talk about Sergeant Dingham and how his character is more than he might seem.

The sheer amount of bluster this career cop dispenses at any given moment can be off-putting at the very least, and most of the time is geared to be antagonistic. Dingham goes out of his way to appear uninterested in making friends or even being easy to work with. If you were to take him strictly at face value and invests zero time in actually getting to know him a little bit rather than succumbing feelings of confusion or hostility, he’d push you away faster than a six-foot-wide bouncer minding the backstage door at a LMFAO concert. Wait, sorry, Maroon 5. I get those two confused sometimes.

The fact is, however, it’s all a front. In a story where people are not who they appear to be, anybody with more than a few lines that rises above cameo status is going to show at least some dicotomy. Leo & Matt’s characters are the biggest examples, Jack Nicholson plays a charismatic crime boss who’s quietly going crazy and growing increasingly bored with his own bullshit a la Scarface, and the chief appears to be a hard-nosed no-nonsense type who thinks nothing of opening his home to someone who’d get him killed if they were seen talking for more than two seconds. As for Dingham, under the gruff and razor-sharp exterior is a man who cares very deeply about the men under his command. A few lines at the end of his first scene with Leo, his reaction to a federal demand for knowledge of undercover officers and the look on his face at the movie’s end are all you need to discern who he really us under all the swearing and swagger. It’s showing, not telling.

Most of this is gleaned from seeing these men in different situations and how they react to certain stimuli, not just letting their dialog fill up our ears without allowing things to process. Writers and critics can bang on and on about the merits of showing over telling but without a good example it can be difficult to illustrate. The Departed has got a very good one. Instead of the Star Wars prequels where characters spout emotion in boldface or The Matrix sequels where true human motivation is lost in hyperbole and post-structuralist drivel, this film has a measure of depth to it. However, the waters are so dark and populated with such predatory creatures that it seems you’ve walked away dismissing the entire affair in the same vein you have the aforementioned cinematic abortions. You’ve even fallen into your trademark habit of attacking the screenwriter by acting in a condescending manner and taking refuge in low-brow derogatory humor, just as I did two paragraphs ago.

This is unfortunate, but we’re all entitled to our opinions.

I don’t want to give the impression that you looking at The Departed‘s very visceral and emotional storytelling and declaring it an over-reactionary profane mess is by any means wrong. You can interpret any film you watch or any entertainment you enjoy any way you like. That’s the beauty of having your own mind and your own opinion. It’s just an interpretation I disagree with. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not trying to be some sort of film snob who thinks every single film or novel or video game has to have deep intellectual meaning. I certainly don’t play the games Section 8 or League of Legends for their stories, and I don’t believe Thor or Bunraku have any sort of lasting life lessons to teach or any commentary on the human condition to provoke lingering thought, yet I enjoy them. It’s simply that when I see a storytelling endeavor that plays just as much beneath the surface as it does on top of it, and only the surface is taken to have value while the rest is seemingly ignored, I feel a disservice is being done and a counterpoint should be made.

I hope that you found this counterargument at least interesting, and if not I’m sure it will be quickly forgotten. I’d like to think I made something resembling a point. Despite my disagreement with you on this film, I admire you for the consistency of your material and your fascinating discussions on philosophy and while I may not always agree with what you say, I applaud you for having the balls to say it.

I wish you nothing but the best in your future productions & endeavors.

Sincerely,
The Blue Ink Alchemist

Fedora Felon

Courtesy HBO
You are not, nor will you ever be, Don Draper. Stop it.

Guys, listen. It’s time we talked.

Before there’s any misunderstandings, I must confess: I love my fedora. I’m on my second one since discovering I can look half-decent in one. My first traveled to all sorts of places on my head, across oceans and up mountains. The second part of my confession is that I’ve also worn it in entirely the wrong way.

It’s a dark hat, and I’ve worn it with light colors. I’ve put it on my head without wearing a collared shirt. Hell, I’ve even had the idiotic temerity to wear it with shorts.

I’ve done my best to curb these atrocities against good taste, and I encourage anybody reading this to do the same.

You may think that wearing a fedora makes you classy no matter what you’re wearing. This is a lie. The fedora only makes you look classy if you were in classic wear to begin with. A blazer & slacks, button-down and tie, even a long coat that’s well taken care of contributes to an overall better look provided the rest of you is put together as well. And believe it or not, under most circumstances, it’s rude to keep it on once you’re indoors.

Yeah, guys. I’m saying it. If you want to wear the damn hat, at least try to be a little conscious of what you’re topping off with it. Basic fashion sense is not rocket science.

As I said, I’ve been guilty of this before, and I’m trying to change that. I’m sick of this fine item of classic gentleman’s wear getting besmirched by ignorant douches who think slapping a fedora on top of their product-filled Cullen-wannabe hairdo while wearing cargo shorts, sandals and a t-shirt with the words “The Man” and an arrow pointing up with “The Legend” with a downward arrow underneath is cool.

It’s not cool, bro. You look like a tool.

Go with a baseball cap for your favorite sports team or other affiliated mascot. It’ll be cheaper, you’ll be easier to identify and the poor fedora will be spared one more sneer or look of disgust. Don’t let the hat suffer for your sins. It really isn’t fair. What has the hat ever done to you?

Think about it. Think of the hats. Please stop their suffering and the suffering of others. Before it’s too late.

After the Blackout: Now What?

Courtesy Warner Bros.

I am not a pundit. I don’t get a lot of hits here. I’m not a celebrity or a pro gamer or even all that well-known. I’m just a guy who loves the Internet.

I know that the society can get pretty disparate and broken at times, with dark little corners full of all kinds of depravity. It’s like any large city, only the Internet has hundreds of millions of inhabitants and instead of crowding into buses and subways, we use various kinds of data transmission to work, to play, to communicate and live. Disparate though we may be, there are times when we work together in a common goal.

Yesterday was one of those times.

Yesterday I saw the Internet come together because the rights of free speech are threatened. Sites went dark. People lodged protests. They posted videos, sang songs, called Congressmen. And one by one, politicians who were likely well-paid by a bloated and antiquated entertainment industry walked away from the bill in question because they realised it was badly written and poorly thought out.

Today I suspect a lot of people will go back to business as usual, to their LoLcats and Let’s Plays and cooking videos and midget porn.

There’s something really sad about that.

What’s sad is that this community bent towards freedom and individuality can come together in this way over the rights of its predominantly white male user base, but when it comes to the rights of disenfranchised minorities being held without trial or due process, or the rights of young children who weren’t born white to have a decent education guided by teachers paid well for what they do, or the rights of women to choose how, when and why their bodies are used and regarded, the voice isn’t anywhere near as strong or united.

I know mine isn’t the biggest voice on the Internet. Mine is not the uniting force. Were I to run for King of the Web or participate in any similar competition I’d get absolutely flattened. My corner of the Internet is tiny.

But I’m going to stand up and shout in it anyway.

SOPA is not the only injustice. PIPA is but one of many miscarriages of liberty. Yes, yesterday can be counted as a victory, and we need to keep the pressure on until these idiotic bills die the incendiary deaths they deserve, but they’re not the only problem with which we can help. Many more egregious problems are extant in the world, problems we have just as much access to as we do YouTube and Reddit; where are the funky songs about them? Why aren’t more people speaking out against them? Where is the Internet that shouted back at the laws they disagreed with because it affected them directly? Does the Internet just not care?

I’d like to think we do. I’ll be the first to admit I lean more towards naive, starry-eyed optimism than anything else, but in my heart I believe that common sense and goodwill can and does prevail over selfishness, maliciousness and greed. And I can’t even point to most people I know & respect on the Internet and accuse them of any of that. Short-sightedness and more than a little anger, maybe, but not maliciousness and certainly not greed. The people I aspire to stand with don’t do what they do for the ad revenue.

After yesterday’s activities I was fully prepared to admonish my fellow Internet denizens to remain watchful of government bodies and fat entertainment moguls. The Internet is a free and open forum, after all, and the price of freedom is eternal vigilance. But to that request I feel I must add another.

Don’t stop caring. We’ve proven that when we work together, have a clear goal in mind and remain motivated by speaking to, for and about each other, we can accomplish great things. The only way we can be stopped when it comes to standing up for our rights and the rights of those who have none or can’t speak for themselves is when we, ourselves, stop giving a shit.

Just some food for thought, Internet.

Just some food for thought.

Blackout

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Anybody Seen My Motivation?

Dunes of the Namib Desert, taken by Simon Collins

About a year and a half ago I wrote up a post that differentiated between writer’s block and a dry spell. The former’s defined by a lack of ideas, the latter by outside influences draining the writer’s energy and free time. I’d chalk up my current mental state to a dry spell if it weren’t for the fact that I kind of hate everything I write right now. Especially that last sentence. No, wait, that one was pretty bad, too.

In all likelihood it’s some form of post-holiday depression brought on by diminished energy reserves following the exhaustive spending and binges endemic of this time of year. The best way to deal with it will probably end up being just writing through it. It’s like sitting in a traffic jam on the way to an important or exciting event; you can’t just abandon your car, so you sit and wait it out. Unless of course you see an explosion or the shambling hordes of the undead in your rearview. In that case, by all means, abandon that would-be mobile coffin and run like hell.

I find it difficult to motivate myself, however, when I hate everything I write or even think of writing. I think it’s rubbing off from others, as well. This may sound familiar: I want to improve what and how I write, but the possibility of what and how I write right now is not very good, so I don’t do it. Again, the solution is probably to write through it. And if I weren’t me I’d be encouraging me to do just that. Bear down and write through it. Get the bad words out and scuff them from the edges of the good words later. Write for the sake of writing, not necessarily for the approval of others. Just goddamn do it. Right? Right.

I can see why people hate it when I talk like that. Or like this, for that matter.

I have to say I’m glad I’m not a poet. If I were to agonize over every single word I wrote in the interest of meter and pace, I’d probably be even crazier than I already am. I’d dabble in more journalism but in all likelihood, in this state of mind, I’d write the word “fuckers” five thousand times and call it a column on the supporters of SOPA and Protect IP. I mean even in this obscure little blog I can’t keep myself from referencing more brilliant writers, in whose shadows I stand and weep a little bit.

Jon Stewart once said that comedians always know somebody out there with less talent than they have is making more money than they are. I think writers are similar. I also know that people with more talent than I have are struggling for the same eyeballs I want to put my words in front of. I can’t say I’ve ever not known this, but lately it’s been difficult for me to get around that notion, and the hatred of my own writing, and this general feeling of ennui that’s passing through me, hopefully on its way to someone else’s brain.

So, hey, if you’re one of the few dozen people who actually reads this stuff and you’ve had a similar experience, feel free to drop me a comment. Misery loves company, after all, and it would be good to know I’m not alone when it comes to self-loathing and enervation teaming up to hold one’s motivation to ransom.

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