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Ghostbusters did comfortably pass my litmus test of a Ghostbusters movie: I came out of the theater singing the theme song and wishing I had a proton pack.


An off the cuff observation

There's probably an strong reverse causality effect here, as well as latent variables, but still: my favorite Marvel movies tend to be those with strong soundtracks that become part of the movie's identity. Iron Man's, for example, including those fantastic end credits (and the post-credits scene, a hundred-million dollar idea if there ever was one). Deadpool. Guardians of the Galaxy, where the music was more of a McGuffin than the official McGuffin.

Further evidence: DC allegedly shot again parts of Suicide Squad as setting the trailer to Bohemian Rhapsody basically overwrote whatever bleak semantics they had planned for the movie.

I'm quite ignorant about movies and music (among an infinity of other things), but it does seem to me that, as you can't do comics POW, getting the soundtrack right and pump-y is one of the core aspects of shooting a superhero movie.

More correlation than causation (maybe Marvel/Disney just has better institutional knowledge about soundtracks, or at least more attuned to my tastes), but it was something fun to think about, and also an excuse to watch again a couple of old trailers.


It made slightly more sense than I thought it would, which isn't very high praise. Problem is, they made it all symbolic rather than fun. I don't ask for comedy, this movie is so far from comedy that the light from comedy won't reach it in a million years, but, you know, fun.

In short: competently done, Ben Affleck is a reasonable not-so-young Batman with no apparent phobia to guns, and, as usual for the movies, not even trying to pass as the World's Greatest Detective, Clark's affect when wearing the suit is truly disturbing in a way that makes you think, horrifyingly, the movie doesn't know it is, Diana is the only one who seems to have any concept of going for the gusto, and, my god, it's like they were afraid they wouldn't get to make another movie, so they put everything in it.


Not having a lot of emotional investment in the franchise, my evaluation of entertaining shouldn't be taken as an indictment.

For what it's worth, I don't think I need to go to AO3 to know a particular slash pairing is being written the hell of, nor what the dark "off panel" stories will be about. But that might say more about my fannish googles than about the movie itself.

ETA: I've posted in LJ/DW 702 fanfics and 639 original fics. Jeez. The total word count is probably along the lines of an Stephen King prologue, but still.


Coping strategies for the modern world

Just watched the trailer for Star Trek Beyond. New life rule: as long as I consider these movies as belonging to an "action heroes in space" franchise that just happens to share its name with my much-beloved "nerds in space" franchise (isn't that a weird coincidence?), I'm a much happier person.

Speaking of things that make me happier, here are some conceptual renderings of an hypothetical 102-stories luxury residential tower in Manhattan. Now, in general terms I think the way the hyper-wealthy spend their money is becoming more and more irritating as they accumulate more of it (the tastelessness, the inhumanity, the lack of originality, the sheer megalomania... as a 90's IT person, I can't believe Bill Gates is the golden standard for moderately human use of ridiculous wealth). But this tower looks weirdly and unashamedly ominous, as opposed to the usual bland tastelessness of most luxury developments, and that's something I can get behind.

Doing good things with money should come first. But failing that, at least do things well.

On the premise of Marvel's Civil War

(No spoilers for the trailer, as this is (also) a comic book version thing as well.)

I find it interesting that Tony Stark took the pro-Registration side, and Steve Rogers the anti-Registration one.

TL;DR Tony, your privilege is showing.Collapse )
What if James Bond is like (some versions of) Joker, and he knows he's fictional?

That would explain his utter fearlessness of dying, the complete lack of affect when he kills, the substance abuse, and the way he almost completely substitutes tradecraft and strategy with sex and showing up in fancy clothes until somebody explains things to him and then dies. He knows that's how his movies work (or, worse, he thinks it's the real world, and that this is how reality works), and it's driving him quite insane, but he wants to live, and that's how he gets to keep going, by being entertaining as defined by the rules of his world.

He might not have been an alcohol/pills/sex addict to begin with, and I wouldn't blame him for becoming one over time (how many movies has he lived through? how many faces, how many retcons? can he even keep count?)

(I don't believe this for a second, but the Bond movies as a nightmarish representation of the existential despair implicit in even the extraordinarily successful performance of fixed societal and gender roles — the prize and price of being James Bond is that you will only do things James Bond would do, and that everybody in your life will be a James Bond movie character — seems to me a bit funnier and more interesting than the surface reading. Also, it makes me feel empathy for James, who even when he's having a good time knows it's just another thing he has to do along his way to yet another traumatically painful confrontation with a villain and either a soul-crushing or a happy-seeming plot ending, neither of which will change his life in any significant way come the next turn of the wheel. He doesn't like pain, our Mr. Bond, and he tries his best to keep alive the characters he thinks might have a chance of making it to the credits, but it's no wonder he'll laugh at your face when you threaten him with death.)



Zapping around, I just caught the end of The Book of Eli, specifically the scene where Gary Oldman despairs because the Bible he had been looking for all those years is in Braille, and the only person who could read it refuses to.

I didn't particularly think about that when I saw the movie, but. Braille is a substitution cypher, and those are rather trivial to solve! Hell, it's the Bible, so you get "God", "Jesus", "Book", "beginning", etc, for free. Frankly, it should not take more than a few minutes to get a Braille-to-latin alphabet "decryption key," with so much information about the plaintext and such a simple "encryption" procedure.

I feel quite silly I didn't get that during the first viewing. I don't really pay attention to plot holes (my disbelief suspension skills are, well, biblical), but this is the kind of thing I'm supposed to notice, even if Oldman's character wouldn't.


It's mostly various permutations of people saying Tony, no, and Tony saying TONY YES. (That's also the summary of all Iron Man movies.)

Meanwhile: Clint is great.



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