I hope everyone has a happy and safe Fourth of July and since this is the day where blatant jingoism is approved of, if not insisted upon, let’s celebrate with a little bit of John Philip Sousa performed by the Boston Pops
This week I thought I’d do something from a movie I like. Babe was a sweet, solid, wholesome movie that is the perfect choice for a nice family night. It’s sequel, Babe: Pig in the City, is something else altogether; surreal, whacky and just a little dark. Asking questions about the role of animals in our society. Occasionally the animals seemed trapped in their roles to the extent that there are a few scenes where many of the animals seem institutionalized. I kept being reminded of Holocaust survivors. The quote I chose takes place after this scene here where Babe the Pig is chased by a pack of dogs led by a Bull Terrier.
Through shear luck the terrier ends up falling into a canal with Babe rescuing him. In return the Terrier pledges his loyalty.
Babe: That’s very nice of you.
Bull Terrier: No! I am not nice. In fact I have a professional obligation to be vicious.
Babe: Maybe you should consider another line of work.
Bull Terrier: Nah. It’s too late for that. Once we were warriors… now it’s just expected.

I finally got around to seeing Man of Steel, after listening to my friends either love or hate it – but be too polite to actually tell me any spoilers.
I’d been looking forward to it; the trailers looked promising, albeit a bit misleading , but I was looking forward to Zack Snyder’s step into the big leagues. My opinion of Snyder as a director has been mixed. As an adapter of other creator’s style (the over the top romanticism of Frank Miller for 300, the dry realism of Moore and Gibbons’ Watchmen) I’ve found him to be a chameleon style wise (admittedly I haven’t seen examples that are “purely his” (I’ve heard very mixed things about Sucker Punch but have yet to see it)). So, beyond the craftsmanship, I had not gotten a feel for his artistic style. The only signature I’ve seen in his work is what I’m calling a ‘snap-shot’, an action scene briefly stopping or moving into slow motion before going back to regular speed. When done right it feels like the figures have a burst of power . Other than this (and an occasional fondness for sepia filters) I really haven’t noticed anything that would enable me to identify a Snyder film on sight.
Before I get into some of the nitpicking I need to address my biggest concern over this movie; the collateral damage . Yes….there is a lot of it. I’ve read the complete Miracleman by Alan Moore, I know exactly what a no holds barred Superhero fight could look like, and I’m sure that everybody wants an epic battle worthy of Superman but some of the damage was ridiculous – I almost thought Superman was aiming for buildings when tackling other Kryptonians. To make matters worse it was implausible how Metropolis reacted to the disaster. It felt like watching a classic Godzilla movie where there was massive destruction and implied loss of human life (I can logically assume millions of people died, but since I didn’t see any bodies I can assume the average resident of Metropolis shares Laurence Fishburne’s ability to outrun collapsing skyscrapers too.) Outside of the blast zone the city was not only unaffected but was also seemingly unaware – I didn’t see anything resembling an evacuation during the final showdown. (Let’s not even talk about how quickly Metropolis seemed to recover at the end of movie)
Now that we’ve gotten over that bump it’s safe to look at the rest of the film on its merits . On the whole I liked it, though I can’t say I’m sure I know why. For the most part I liked all of the performances, especially Laurence Fishburne as Perry White and Michael Shannon as General Zod. The affects and design were spectacular. I especially liked the scenes in Krypton, which were stunning. There was a good portrayal of the hero’s journey, but, again, while I certainly think it’s useful for a writer to be familiar with the works of Joseph Campbell I do not think The Hero with a Thousand Faces should be used as a checklist .
All in all I enjoyed it. Yes, my suspension of disbelief was strained past belief. A lot of the science fiction bits didn’t make sense and a lot more of them were just plain stupid, with plot holes bigger than the portal to the phantom zone . One last thing: the most impressive thing about the original Superman movie was not believing a man could fly… it was believing the disguise worked. In this movie when we finally see Clark Kent in the newsroom he looks like Superman with glasses.
Though, admittedly, it was funny how Lois pretended to be “fooled completely.”

Another fun image from I fucking Love Science I had to share.
For this week’s quote I thought I’d finally get to the bard. Since certain events yesterday had me thinking a little too much about tyranny and some of the more unpleasant aspects of politics, I thought I would start with one of his best; the opening of Richard III. (I suppose I could have gone with Julius Ceaser but I think I’ll save that for when I’m in a better mood.)
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour’d upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smooth’d his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting barded steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady’s chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamp’d, and want love’s majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtail’d of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformed, unfinish’d, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them;
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun
And descant on mine own deformity:
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determined to prove a villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,
By drunken prophecies, libels and dreams,
To set my brother Clarence and the king
In deadly hate the one against the other:
And if King Edward be as true and just
As I am subtle, false and treacherous,
This day should Clarence closely be mew’d up,
About a prophecy, which says that ‘G’
Of Edward’s heirs the murderer shall be.
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul: here
Clarence comes.






