Special guest star Ryan McNeil joins the podcast for a three-way conversation about the place of canon in a cinephile’s life. Are “blind spot” series blinding? Or does the appreciation of the art form improve when you do your homework?
In lieu of a blog post today, here’s my letter to Sex Criminals #3, on the subject of “porn in the forest” stories.
By the way - if you’re not reading Sex Criminals, you’re wrong.
Next week on “boys and penises,” more stuff about boys - and their penises.
One seems like a situation where there’s no way to get it right; and the other a scenario where the studio is determined to get it wrong. Mamo assembles to discuss the future of two Hollywood franchises: The Fast and the Furious in the wake of Paul Walker’s death, and the Warner Brothers clusterfuck of Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman.
In which I consider the role celebrities occupy in our society, and why we can rarely reconcile ourselves against their deaths. Read more
“As you know, I provide the most memorable deserts.”
Believe it or not, there was a time in my life when “avatar” was a fairly obscure concept. So it was when “Silicon Avatar” aired, one of those rare episodes to come to the production via the slush pile of Michael Piller’s open-door script policy at Star Trek. It’s also one of my least favourite episodes ever, a weak-kneed semi-sequel to “Datalore” that finds a creepy old woman trying to access the Omicron Theta colonist memories stored in Data’s head, because one of those colonists was her son. I guess there’s a story there, but cripes, “Silicon Avatar” is dull.Read more
Like “The Wounded” before it, “Ensign Ro” is one of the key building blocks of what became Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, with the introduction of the Cardassians’ other halves, the Bajorans. Those two intertwined races and their decades-long conflict forms the spine of DS9, and if the Bajorans are slightly off-model in “Ensign Ro” (the series dropped the idea that the Bajorans had, after the Cardassian invasion, become a nomadic race wandering the galaxy), kudos to the writers for establishing most of the rest of the species’ particularities with such aplomb. We get our first looks at the Bajoran resistance, the Bajoran earrings, the Bajoran naming conventions, and the Bajoran temper. And we get Ensign Ro, of course.Read more
"Film is not a mission," I thought to myself at some Lightbox screening or other in the last few weeks, whereupon I’d had a thoroughly uninteresting time watching some movie I was meant to have watched because it was considered so generally significant; and amidst conversation all around me about what films in the Cronenberg series or the Coen series or the whatever-else series every one of us "should" see. "Should thinking" is the bane of human existence in all its forms, and no less so for moviegoing. Film is not a mission.Read more
In the movie of my life, I’d play myself. Why not? I’m young enough, and with this Avatar CGI shit, they could paint a lot of dots on my face and create a digital puppet version of myself at ages sixteen, and thirteen, and even ten. I would love to step some poor Weta digital modelling technician through my own pubescence in reverse. I’ve got the field notes, Adrian Mole style, going back to the ten centimeter range. I’ve been dying to try out a MoCap suit, or a MoCap stage, or a MoCap anything, really. That would be all of the great things about acting (freedom of experimentation; focus on the task only; craft service) all coalesced into one experience, with all the crappy stuff (pancake makeup; other people) taken away.Read more