The Golden Globes, and Avatard: Update

January 18th, 2010

So I broke down and saw Avatar in 3D with Mia. And I’ve come to decide I will never let the Golden Globes sway my film viewing ever again.

At the close of the 2010 Golden Globe Awards, Dexter’s Michael C. Hall (Dexter) and John Lithgow (Trinity Killer) both won for best male performance in a television drama, which was actually well-deserved. Jeff Bridges won for best male performance in a film drama, and Robert Downey Jr. won for best male performance in a film comedy. Chris Waltz won for best supporting actor in a dramatic film, which was well-deserved for his amazing villain in Inglourious Basterds. Beyond that, there were very few that I agreed with. Mad Men, although I like it, shouldn’t keep winning because people think they should like it. It’s a hit-or-miss show, and I really think for as many great episodes that there are, they’re matched by just as many—if not more—mediocre-to-boring episodes. It’s inconsistently good, which keeps it from being great. I’ve always thought, since day 1, that Dexter should win best drama—especially for this season, which was tied with the first for best-so-far—but I think that the Sopranos-famous Matthew Weiner will keep winning for Mad Men. At least its stars won. And Michael C. Hall has had cancer? Wow, he really kept that close to the chest. And finally, Toni Collette was a great win for her role(s) in United States of Tara. It was a strong first season.

Alec Baldwin is hilarious, but I felt that David Duchovny should have won best actor in a television comedy for his role in Californication—although Baldwin’s win didn’t upset me. I would just like to see the spotlight go to someone a little less mainstream, but more deserving. Duchovny is a great failure in the Showtime original show.

For the few that I felt that they simply nailed, there were so many misses that it’s ridiculous. Best Director and Best Picture for a Drama went to Avatar, which I will flat-out say should not have won. I’m no huge fan of Jim Cameron, but he’s a solid director. I just hate that two of his films have placed him into a realm that he should simply not be in—as director of two of the highest grossing films of all time. Scorsese or Spielberg should be in there. Hell, anyone but  Michael Bay should be ahead of Cameron, honestly.

The other few “upset” wins (besides Avatar’s) that simply blew my mind were Glee! for best television musical or comedy (gag!) and Sandra Bullock for best female performance in a drama. Sandra Bullock? She’s the female equivalent of Brendan Fraser. I don’t need to elaborate more on that. Glee! is quite possibly the worst thing to come out of Hollywood since Twilight. And it beat out solid stars such as 30 Rock, Entourage, The Office, and even newcomer Modern Family, which has gotten solid reviews. Mia and I tried to sit through an episode of Glee and it was close to an ABC family original show. Or something equally terrible spawned from The Disney Channel. Trite nonsense pandering to the idiotic masses watching crap like Twilight and Jersey Shore who couldn’t tell a good storyline if it raped them in the face.

On to Avatar. You know, since I’ve seen it, finally. The storyline was good. Nothing really groundbreaking there. Directing? Meh, it worked. The acting was decent, no big holes there. The main army guy (Stephen Lang) and Giovanni Ribisi were two stand-out performances, but I simply love Givoanni, for some reason. He’s one of my favorite character actors, and I’m not sure why. Sam Worthington has a solid career ahead of him as an action star, following his role in Terminator: Salvation and with the upcoming Clash of the Titans. Nothing really great, but he seems to be a strong male lead, as any action star needs to be. Sigourney Weaver was forgettable, for some reason, and the rest of the cast was ho-hum. Was that the nerdy guy from Dodgeball as the other main avatar driver? It was!

So how was the CGI that I bitched about previously? We saw Avatar in 3D, at a regular digital theatre. Not IMAX, which may be a better experience. I’m not paying my own money to test this theory, though. My feelings were that yes, the CGI was better on screen (than in the trailers) and after 2 hours of watching it, it started to work a little better. My belief is that the 3D effects and layering helped to mask the crummy quality of the CGI people. Sure, the backgrounds were lush, but it wasn’t seamless or fully believable. Far from it. In all honesty, it should have won for Best Animated Film, because at least 70% of it—if not more—existed solely as CGI. It was nothing more than a really long cartoon for the most part, with people thrown in here and there. Perhaps the characters are a breakthrough in CGI motion-capture and modeling, but they still look like animations. It’s not fooling me, and was distracting enough that I was paying too much attention looking at the textures and eye/mouth movements instead of being tricked that they were real. I think if one were to see it in regular format, not in 3D, there would be much more obvious errors in the layering/etc. I for one feel that there was no reason for it to be in 3D, but I’ll give it the benefit of the doubt and say that perhaps IMAX 3D, with a broader range of vision, may help give the illusion. For us, the edges of the screen cut off and totally killed the fake depth perception, and didn’t really add anything to the experience.

So for all those who said “Don’t knock it till you try it!”, I saw it, and I’m knocking it more now. It wasn’t that good, surely not worth the praise it’s been given—and sure as shit not worthy of an Oscar. I just hope the more-or-less-a-joke Golden Globes were a fluke with the wins.

Hobos a Go-Go

January 15th, 2010

Even though I now own an iPhone and it has a decent camera in it (my last phone did as well, but had a terrible lens) I fail to take photos when I witness ridiculous things. Either that, or I’m too pansy to take pictures of things that could end up as threatening to my own safety.

Today fell under the latter.

As I was waiting to cross the street from Caltrain to Muni this bright Friday SF morning, all within 60 seconds from start to finish, I witnessed the following adventure:

One homeless guy—we’ll call him “Beardie”—was sitting atop one of the 30 newspaper boxes lined up along King Street, feeding pigeons some crumbs. A lot of pigeons. Probably 30 or more. Then a second hobo—whom I’ll call “Wheelie”—came zipping through the crowd of birds on a more-than-likely-stolen bicycle and hit at least two or three pigeons, and the rest flew off. While the injured birds were flopping about, Wheelie did a quick loop on the bike across the courtyard and back—growling the whole way—and came to a screeching halt in front of Beardie, threw the bicycle down, grabbed one of the flopping pigeons from the ground, and mades a “snarling pirate” face at Beardie. He then—as if it had been rehearsed for weeks—stomped on one of the other fluttering pigeons on the ground, kicked it into the gutter, looked back up, bit the pigeon he was holding, threw the flopping torso at the other hobo and smacked him in the chest with it, then spit the bite of pigeon on the ground. He then got on his bicycle and rode off. All the while mumbling expletives (or what I imagine may be expletives in hobo-gibberish) exactly how Yosemite Sam swore on Looney Tunes.

The “walk” light changed to “go”, and everyone just stood there, staring.

Avatard

January 4th, 2010

avatar

I’m sorry, I know the film’s getting a shit-ton of hype, but Mia and I both think Avatar looks like a giant turd of a film. There are films whose trailers I’ve watched and been duped into thinking they’re awesome, and then they turn out to be a steaming pile of crap. Well-crafted trailers can do this. The Men Who Stare At Goats—while definitely quirky—looked absolutely brilliant in the trailer. Unfortunately, everything good about it was in the trailer. It was an amazing trailer, terrible film.

Then there are those films who look amazing in the trailer, and kick total ass… Iron Man, Dark Knight, Casino Royale, Super Bad, The Hangover. Sometimes, there are trailers that make the film look absolutely terrible, and they turn out to be surprisingly amazing. Super Troopers, Matchstick Men, Crash all fit into that category for me.

Avatar, on the other hand, looked really bad from the initial trailer I saw. I am not a huge Cameron fan, but Aliens and Terminator 2 are up there in films that I do like that he’s done–although they’re far from films I’d consider real classics. The last big film he directed was over 10 years ago, and was the last film I can think of that had the same 13-year-old-girl appeal as that Twilight nonsense: Titanic. Aaaand I admit, I saw it. Once. And I’ve not seen it since. It was moderate at best, but sure as hell not worth all the hype it got. And surely not good enough to be the record-breaker that it is.

After seeing the initial teaser trailer, I thought Avatar was a strictly 3D, CGI-animated film in the same vein as Final Fantasy or Beowulf. Then, months later, I realized there were real people interacting with them. I then figured that the name “avatar” meant that they were avatars in a computer world. Nope, these blue space-cat things are supposed to be flesh and blood. Now, when Jurassic Park achieved amazing CGI over 15 years ago, why can they not pull off realistic looking creatures in 2009?

I feel like Avatar will suffer the same litmus test failure as I Am Legend… The creatures just look totally animated, and completely lose me. So far, only a handful of all-CGI figures have blown me away with their seamless integration with real actors. Kong from Peter Jackson’s King Kong, the Transformers from Bay’s Transformers films (although I hate their designs and the films are terrible to mediocre, the animation is the best that ILM has done to date) and Davy Jones from the Pirates films. Gollum from Lord of the Rings was decent, but lacked the realism in many scenes… In fact, he was the only flaw I saw in the entire LOTR trilogy when it came to effects. With Avatar, the creatures look like cartoons running around, on par with Roger Rabbit as far as believability. And even with Roger Rabbit, it was intentionally cartoonish. I realize one must suspend disbelief, but I can only pretend so much without it completely ruining the viewing experience. With $300+ MILLION thrown at the flick and with 3D tickets $15+ a pop, those damn things better all look 100% real. Even using motion capture technology, they just look fake. Really bad.

Will I see the film? Eh, I just really am not interested in it. One. Bit. Bad CGI can ruin a film. The completely animated Neos in the Matrix flicks look absolutely goofy now. Like a video game, but that they’re passing off as real motion in a live-action film. Sometimes practical effects are just the way to go, and CGI isn’t where it should be yet to fully rely on it to carry a film’s effects. The new Indiana Jones effects were really bad, and date the film as bad as the stop-motion effects in the previous films from 20 years prior. I think one day, folks will look back on Avatar and it will be as dated as the 80s’ Clash of the Titans or Tron as far as the special effects are concerned.

Mia and I are debating seeing the film. Everyone’s talking about it, and I figure I’ll see it one day. We may as well see it before everyone spoils it—and who knows, I may like it—but I’m really not wanting to sit through a 3D FernGully.

And DEAR GOD, PAPYRUS? Seriously Cameron, you had to use operating-system-default-font Papyrus for it? That alone may keep me from seeing it.

New Year, Not a New Decade

January 2nd, 2010

I’m glad to be back home after Christmas. “Home” now being California. It’s taken two years, but I now feel at home here, and I guess I’ve gotten used to it. Oh, and North Carolina can keep its weather. I knew I hated the heat and balmy summers before I moved out here. I’ve always hated the heat, as I sweat like a sasquatch. So the summers by default are a thousand times better out here. No humidity, and it rarely gets above 80—if it even reaches 75º. I laugh at the San Franciscans as they don parkas when it drops below 55º, as I still retain enough memory of a more realistic definitition of “winter” and the proper temperature to don fur-lined ski-wear (35º-ish and below), and I’d been missing cold cold weather and snow flurries… until our flights home for Christmas were delayed due to snow in the Northeast, then I quickly remembered how troublesome snow is for the Southeast. San Franciscans can’t drive in the rain because it never rains here… Similar to how North Carolinians can’t drive in the snow, and schools and businesses shut down like the Apocalypse was on the horizon.

Once I got to NC and saw remnants of snow and ice on the ground—and actually shivered a real shiver for the first time in over a year—I quickly denounced “winter” and decided I preferred the California idea of cold weather. It may have to do with the fact that I don’t really own any cold-weather clothing anymore thanks to Allied Van Lines, but I also haven’t had the need to buy anything due to the mild climate out here, so long-sleeve Ts and a few heavier shirts and a light winter coat were all I packed. I quickly regretted it.

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So we no longer have to say “Two Thousand and _____”. “Twenty-______” it is for another 900-something years. Twenty Ten. Mattel or Robert Zemeckis have five years to deliver a Hover Board™ and Mr. Fusion—or else.

Let’s hope 2010 doesn’t bring anything too financially-nut-kicking my way. I could use a positive financial year for once.

Also, it’s not a new decade. People keep thinking it’s a new decade and talking about the “new decade”, and it’s not. There was no year Zero (BC and AD going from 1 BC to 1 AD, with no year 0 in between) so the “first” decade was 1AD-10AD. The second, starting in 11AD and so on.

Now if you’re going by nominal cultural decade, I guess so, but technically no. The new Millennium started in 2001, not 2000, but everyone thought it did. The nineties I’d guess would be 1990-1999, but it’s technically wrong. I guess any set of 10 years is a decade, but if you’re going by counting actual years and using real numbers (imagine that!) the new decade doesn’t begin for another year.

My Grandfather and the C-Word

December 9th, 2009

No, I don’t mean my grandmother or step-grandmother or anything like that. My grandparents are—and have been—happily married for 65+ years.

I found this story rather amusing, via my dad… Since my grandparents are in their eighties and obviously retired, that means they’re home a lot. And because they’re old and at home all day, they watch things like Dr. Phil. On one of the shows, Dr. P was interviewing an abusive couple, and the woman said that her husband often called her the “c-word“. Dr. Phil then made a big hullabaloo about how he could never call a woman that and still respect himself. (That’s where Dr. Phil and I differ, but I digress.) Due to the nice Doctor’s big fuss he made over the word and the severity of it, it got my grandfather to trying to figure out the word, since he’s apparently never heard it.

Was it “crap”? Surely that’s not that bad of a word. And it didn’t even make sense to call your wife that.

He enlisted my Dad to tell him, who had heard the word and knew exactly what it meant. But my father didn’t want to be the one to reveal the big secret to my grandfather, so he told him on his 80th birthday, if he hadn’t figured it out, that my dad would tell him what the word meant.

Because he’s old and got excited due to the bash my parents threw for him, my grandfather forgot to ever ask. To this day, he still doesn’t know what the word means. Good thing he doesn’t know how Google works.

SFO»JFK»SFO in under 36 hours

December 3rd, 2009

11:00pm EST: Land at JFK. Cab’s ready when I get outside. Cabbie’s blasting “Highway to Hell.”
12:00 midnight: Check-in at hotel; discuss 4:45pm cab pickup location change from hotel to printer’s with front desk; they also tell me the shuttle will be there at 7:30am, and not at 7:45 like I thought. I get dinner from the vending machine. A cold buffalo chicken wrap is no good.
2:00am EST: I finally fall asleep.
4:45am EST: The weirdest noise I’ve ever heard wakes me up, I can’t figure out what it was, go back to sleep.
4:50am EST: Noise rings again, I realize it’s the phone now that I’m semi-awake, front desk tells me the cab is waiting on me. Apparently they got PM confused with AM.
5:45am EST: Go back to sleep finally.
7:00am EST: Wake up to alarm clock, the most evil thing invented by man.
7:30am EST: At the front desk, waiting on the shuttle. Non-moron front desk guy tells me it was indeed for 7:45am.
8:15 am EST: Arrive at Standwill Packaging. I think I’ll be done by noon if the second set of plates looks good. Flight’s at 7:15pm. That’s a long window to wait for my 7-hour return flight.

And I am 99% sure that airplane interiors were designed by something that has never set eyes on an actual human being.

Backpack on wheels?

November 30th, 2009

This is a common occurrence in San Francisco, especially on public transit but even on the streets… Old Chinese women are the worst at doing this, maybe because of their frail size or perhaps they just like dragging things behind them on wheels, but they trip other people. Constantly. The most annoying thing to me is that many women (not just Chinese, you racists!) and even some men drag bags even tinier than the back pack pictured above.

It’s a backpack or purse! Fucking carry it! How hard is that? I realize you’ve got to travel farther than half a block, America, but carry the thing. I get luggage and heavy items like carts needing to be dragged or pushed, and there’s a reason there are wheels on them. But an adult should not be dragging a bag that is the size of a lunchbox.

Captain Asshole—pictured above but with his face removed to protect his douchiness—tripped me with his bag because he cut in front of me rushing to catch the MUNI, forgetting that he was towing a backpack two feet behind him, and actually turned around to me, and cursed me out for hitting his bag. There’s a corner of hell reserved for these people, hopefully far from my little cozy corner.

“I see,” said the blind man to the deaf dog.

October 22nd, 2009

This is the sort of logic that makes me doubt this country.

Day 9,862

October 22nd, 2009

I’ve been alive for this many days.

Musketeer plumbers?

September 24th, 2009

I’m not 100% sure what this is supposed to be, but I passed by it on the way to lunch today, and had to snap a shot.

It appears to be a superhero/cavalier/musketeer/pirate with a robotic pipe-fisting machine… Not sure why he’s dressed like that, or why it’s a fist on a machine but the thing I really don’t get is: How did a client approve this?

It looks like a mascot for a fetish club rather than something about plumbing, but what do I know?