Lately, I've been writing people from all across the Internets, notably those who are physically located in Boulder, CO, about considering me as a roommate. Since I am stuck on the Internets, unable to manifest myself in Boulder to meet people or see properties, I have been getting a lot of practice introducing and describing myself to people. This afternoon, I had the opportunity to write the longest such explanation yet while starting correspondence with a group of five guys from I've never met before whom I was put in touch with through InterVarsity and who might be willing to let me rent a house with them. I'm not even remotely enthused by the possibility right now, but I've got to take what I can get. At the very least, I think the email introduction a pretty good one -- at the very least, it's thorough (most are much, much more brief). Let's see how many of you agree and what you think I left out:
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Mostly, though, I'd like to know a bit more about all of you along with how and how well you know each other. I can get along with just about anybody, but I'm very much an introvert and it can take me awhile to figure out where I fit into established group dynamics and to feel comfortable. Living with 5 guys I don't know from Adam who I don't readily identify with and who are already pretty close could easily result in me semi-consciously cutting myself off. I don't particularly feel like doing that to myself or to you.
I can start by sharing a bit (or perhaps a lot) about myself: I'm an incoming PhD student in Computer Science. I don't fit super well into whatever stereotype that may cause you to imagine, but I am definitely a bit of a nerd. I like boardgames and videogames, I use Linux, I read and (usually) get xkcd , and I'm pretty willing to get excited and engage in debate about relatively meaningless things so long as nobody is being terribly serious about it. I even minored in Japanese. However, I don't obsess over anime, comic books, or RPGs (except occasionally Mass Effect and Chrono Trigger <_<); I get along perfectly well with people who aren't huge nerds; and I even enjoy watching and occasionally playing sports (especially my Twins and Vikings).
I really like music. If Calvin College, where I did my undergrad, had a better program, I would have pursued a double major with it. I sing and play saxophone pretty well and hope to do a bit of both at whatever church I wind up attending. A lot of what I listen to for pleasure is relatively indie (TV on the Radio, DeVotchKa, Explosions in the Sky), but I also love Jazz (Coltrane, Stan Getz), classic rock (Zeppelin, The Who), "classical" (Brahms, Mozart, Stravinsky) and even good pop music on occasion (The Killers, old Weezer). I will never proclaim that I hate an entire genre of music, as so many people do with hip-hop and/or country, even if I'm not terribly fond of the most prominent examples of those genres, as is the case with hip-hop and country. As a result of hanging out with a lot of media production people, I'm also really into movies and relish hanging out and binging on TV on DVD. My collection isn't huge, but I like to think it's of pretty good quality. If you have an appreciation for Arrested Development, Pushing Daises, Freaks and Geeks, or Buffy the Vampire Slayer...we'll probably get along.
In terms of things that more directly impact living arrangements, I have a fellowship, so paying my share of rent and utils should never be a problem. I sometimes let my own room get cluttered with laundry or papers, but I'm pretty good at keeping common areas clean so long as other people make an attempt to do so as well. If you're a bunch of slobs, I'll probably join right along out of spite. I like to cook, and I'm very happy to cook for others so long as they cover their share of the cost. I'm not terribly fond of passive-aggressive behavior, as I tend to respond in kind, which isn't something I like doing. I much prefer that issues be addressed directly and considerately. I'm usually pretty good at acknowledging when I'm in the wrong, and it takes a hell of a lot to make me hold a grudge. About the only thing you can do that will immediately give rise to dislike from me is display intolerance towards another person's race, sexuality, politics, religion, or whatever else (for the record, I am a white, heterosexual, liberal Christian).
I don't mind having people over, and would like to have people over myself for pot-lucks or grill outs or just to hang out. I don't want to live in a huge party house, though, and I tend to revert to people watching in crowds of larger than 10-15, which weirds some people out. I don't drink or smoke and would rather not live with smokers (certainly no 420), but I don't have any problem with others drinking so long as no one person is getting absolutely trashed five nights a week.
Finally, as long as you seem to know one another at least in part through InterVarsity, I may as well also comment that I'm Catholic. Not a "The Pope is always right and Protestants are heathens" Catholic, but an "I appreciate the bulk of the theology, love the level of social activism, and semi-reluctantly understand the value of the hierarchy and thus see no real cause to leave the Church" Catholic. I thoroughly enjoy discussing theology academically, but I'm not huge into talking about my faith or my "walk with Jesus". I can explain in a couple of easy sentences why I'm a Christian if I'm asked, and that's about the deepest I like to go on the subject under all but the most extreme of circumstances.
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huh? huh?
Monday, July 5, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
Fickleness and Fidelity
I used a car ride home the last couple of days as an excuse to read Pride and Prejudice. For years, I've been meaning to read this classic novel, and I'll admit that my curiosity has only been piqued by the abundance of women I know who have declared their undying love for Mr. Darcy. There's little I can say that hasn't been said about the book itself. Austen is rightly celebrated for her dialog, as it brings her characters, particularly the supporting cast, to life brilliantly. Indeed, without it, the novel would mostly be flat. But it is there, so all is splendid. Tangentially, I could complain about particulars of Regency Era grammar: The awkward, unrestrained use of commas; an abuse of semicolons that puts my own to shame; and the freedom with which pronouns are used without any attempt to establish a clear antecedent...but I imagine that these aren't issues particular to Austen, and the joys far outshine the frustrations.
Since I can't really say anything that hasn't been said already about the novel as a whole, I want to focus on one tangential aspect which I already mentioned: Mr. Darcy and his seemingly universal adoration. Now, I know that I'll draw a lot of flack for this from any lady readers I may have, but I just want to say this:
Dear Darcy Devotees,
shame on you
I say this because, in many respects, there is little remarkable in Darcy. Certainly, he is generous and intelligent and believably flawed, and he goes to great lengths to provide for Lizzy's happiness; but the same can be said of any number of well written romantic leads.
If you are interested in the particulars of his character at the end of the novel, then he is simply what I would call an extended introvert. That is to say, an introvert who has realized the importance of putting on an approachable air, of reaching out to others instead of expecting them to tolerate you in the expectation that you are ultimately worth getting to know. This is a fine sort of person in my mind, but people in general still don't take too kindly to introverts. Even those who have learned to deal perfectly well with polite company and new relations rarely radiate any sort of approachability, and just as infrequently are they any good at doing the approaching. This just weirds most people out, including plenty women I know who still claim to adore Darcy.
So, it clearly isn't Darcy himself that is so much more widely loved than any other male romantic lead in literary history. This leaves us with just a handful of means of explaining the ardor so many claim to hold for him, and none of them are particularly flattering. The first two reasons are Darcy's wealth and appearance. Neither of these seem particularly likely, though. We are reminded regularly of both, but neither is an essential part of his character or a particular reason for Lizzy's love for him (even if both are contributing factors). Since it is obvious why loving Darcy for either of these reasons would be disagreeable, and since it is also a highly unlikely case that it is so, we will abandon the entire possibility.
What's left, then, is to love Darcy for his (apparent) changeability. I say this because it is Elizabeth's rebuke that leads him to see the limitations of his ways and to begin to work on his seemingly haughty tendencies. It is the way he changes as a response to his unrequited love that causes Elizabeth to eventually change her opinion of him. It could seem, therefore, that Darcy is changing for Elizabeth. I ought not need to explain how this ties in with popular cliches (the tamable bad boy) or why it's a terrible reason for being into a guy (thousands of bad, even abusive, relationships). The big problem, however, is that it's clearly a misreading.
From everything we are told from the start by those close to him, Darcy has always, at heart, been a warm and generous man. It is just that his warmth and generosity are, at first, only shared with those in whose company he is comfortable. His apparent haughtiness is, likely as not, a byproduct of a combination of natural shyness and introversion (much like his sister's) and a firm understanding of his breeding and capacities. Darcy has seemingly been told from birth that, while anybody is worthy of his charity, only certain people are worthy of his knowing -- and most of these people will want to know him well enough that they will tolerate his aloofness and mild snobbery. He sees no cause to think otherwise until he meets Elizabeth. It is important to note that he does not change for her, as suggested above. It is not a desire merely to please Elizabeth that causes him to warm to those he may have previously thought beneath his station. No, Darcy opens up because of Elizabeth. She incites in him an awareness of the value of all people, an understanding that being a gentleman does not simply mean extending basic courtesies, but extending oneself to all.
So, it really makes very little sense for you to be in love with Darcy. Darcy will not change to be what you want him to be. He will become the man he was always meant to be; and that is a man you might admire, but probably wouldn't be terribly comfortable with. It makes perfect sense to rejoice in Darcy and Elizabeth's happiness and in the unexpected felicity they find. It makes perfect sense to celebrate Darcy's goodness and generosity in acknowledging his mistakes and working to amend for them for the sake of Elizabeth's happiness. However, what makes no sense is to be in love with Darcy. Those qualities which have been mentioned as universally laudable are hardly unique to him. Personal experience tells me that precious few of you are willing to tolerate introversion and apparent pride to the degree Darcy shows it long enough to gain the intimacy to see beyond it. And if your chief desire is to love a man who loves you as totally as Darcy does Elizabeth, well, you're barking up the wrong tree for an abundance of obvious reasons.
As for those of you who haven't read Pride and Prejudice: do. It's good for you.
Since I can't really say anything that hasn't been said already about the novel as a whole, I want to focus on one tangential aspect which I already mentioned: Mr. Darcy and his seemingly universal adoration. Now, I know that I'll draw a lot of flack for this from any lady readers I may have, but I just want to say this:
Dear Darcy Devotees,
shame on you
I say this because, in many respects, there is little remarkable in Darcy. Certainly, he is generous and intelligent and believably flawed, and he goes to great lengths to provide for Lizzy's happiness; but the same can be said of any number of well written romantic leads.
If you are interested in the particulars of his character at the end of the novel, then he is simply what I would call an extended introvert. That is to say, an introvert who has realized the importance of putting on an approachable air, of reaching out to others instead of expecting them to tolerate you in the expectation that you are ultimately worth getting to know. This is a fine sort of person in my mind, but people in general still don't take too kindly to introverts. Even those who have learned to deal perfectly well with polite company and new relations rarely radiate any sort of approachability, and just as infrequently are they any good at doing the approaching. This just weirds most people out, including plenty women I know who still claim to adore Darcy.
So, it clearly isn't Darcy himself that is so much more widely loved than any other male romantic lead in literary history. This leaves us with just a handful of means of explaining the ardor so many claim to hold for him, and none of them are particularly flattering. The first two reasons are Darcy's wealth and appearance. Neither of these seem particularly likely, though. We are reminded regularly of both, but neither is an essential part of his character or a particular reason for Lizzy's love for him (even if both are contributing factors). Since it is obvious why loving Darcy for either of these reasons would be disagreeable, and since it is also a highly unlikely case that it is so, we will abandon the entire possibility.
What's left, then, is to love Darcy for his (apparent) changeability. I say this because it is Elizabeth's rebuke that leads him to see the limitations of his ways and to begin to work on his seemingly haughty tendencies. It is the way he changes as a response to his unrequited love that causes Elizabeth to eventually change her opinion of him. It could seem, therefore, that Darcy is changing for Elizabeth. I ought not need to explain how this ties in with popular cliches (the tamable bad boy) or why it's a terrible reason for being into a guy (thousands of bad, even abusive, relationships). The big problem, however, is that it's clearly a misreading.
From everything we are told from the start by those close to him, Darcy has always, at heart, been a warm and generous man. It is just that his warmth and generosity are, at first, only shared with those in whose company he is comfortable. His apparent haughtiness is, likely as not, a byproduct of a combination of natural shyness and introversion (much like his sister's) and a firm understanding of his breeding and capacities. Darcy has seemingly been told from birth that, while anybody is worthy of his charity, only certain people are worthy of his knowing -- and most of these people will want to know him well enough that they will tolerate his aloofness and mild snobbery. He sees no cause to think otherwise until he meets Elizabeth. It is important to note that he does not change for her, as suggested above. It is not a desire merely to please Elizabeth that causes him to warm to those he may have previously thought beneath his station. No, Darcy opens up because of Elizabeth. She incites in him an awareness of the value of all people, an understanding that being a gentleman does not simply mean extending basic courtesies, but extending oneself to all.
So, it really makes very little sense for you to be in love with Darcy. Darcy will not change to be what you want him to be. He will become the man he was always meant to be; and that is a man you might admire, but probably wouldn't be terribly comfortable with. It makes perfect sense to rejoice in Darcy and Elizabeth's happiness and in the unexpected felicity they find. It makes perfect sense to celebrate Darcy's goodness and generosity in acknowledging his mistakes and working to amend for them for the sake of Elizabeth's happiness. However, what makes no sense is to be in love with Darcy. Those qualities which have been mentioned as universally laudable are hardly unique to him. Personal experience tells me that precious few of you are willing to tolerate introversion and apparent pride to the degree Darcy shows it long enough to gain the intimacy to see beyond it. And if your chief desire is to love a man who loves you as totally as Darcy does Elizabeth, well, you're barking up the wrong tree for an abundance of obvious reasons.
As for those of you who haven't read Pride and Prejudice: do. It's good for you.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Thinking Critically About Firefly: Bushwhacked (Episode 4)
I've said in each of my last posts that I'm not overly fond of this episode, which is why it's taken me so long to get to it (in fact, Sepinwall beat me to the punch on this one =/). Unfortunately, now that I have time and nothing better to do, my laptop doesn't want to read the disc, so I'm doing this from memory. So, instead of walking through specific moments in the episode, I'm going to briefly explain why, this episode ranks so low on my list.
Fortunately, my problems don't have much to do with the episode itself. It's a tightly paced episode that provides a solid introduction to the mentality of the series bogeymen and what makes them so scary all the while keeping them shrouded in horrific mystery. It provides some great humor moments to ease this tension, as well (Wosh and Jayne's interrogations) and also finishes the job of re-establishing characters who didn't really get their moments in The Train Job (Kaylee's unstoppable cheerfulness; Simon's insulated naivety). Finally, as Sepinwall noted, in showing even straight-laced Alliance troops breaking from protocol, it also continues the work of establishing the show as a Space Western (I briefly touched on what this means to me in my old Cowboy Bebop post and may devote a brief entry specifically to this concept in the near future).
Honestly, in terms of raw production, Bushwhacked is a pretty great episode. Why don't I like it, then? Well, partially because I'm not a fan of gruesomeness. I dread Mal's discovery of the passengers on the ship and the survivor's breakout from the Alliance infirmary every time I watch this episode. Mostly, though, my complaints are a posteriori and result from a lack of satisfaction with the ultimate use of Reavers in Serenity, but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. For now, feel free to celebrate the fact that Bushwhacked is a pretty solid episode that normal people, free of my squeamishness an pickiness, probably like quite a bit.
Coming up next, possibly even starting tonight, is disc 2. Disc 2 of Firefly is about my favorite thing ever. After realizing that three of its four episodes are probably the best of the series' more light-hearted outings, it became a defining element of the Pity Party as a proper noun*. While the remaining episode, Safe, isn't particularly strong, it contains at least two Important Revelations. Thinking about Shindig right now, I'm already pretty stoked for everything coming up.
*The Pity Party is defined as a get together with friends, all or most of whom have been having a pretty crappy time of things. Its purpose is to help people feel less like shit by bitching about their current problems, eating chili, and watching the awesomeness that is Disc 2 of Firefly. So far, five out of five Pity Parties have been remarkably effective in improving outlook.
Fortunately, my problems don't have much to do with the episode itself. It's a tightly paced episode that provides a solid introduction to the mentality of the series bogeymen and what makes them so scary all the while keeping them shrouded in horrific mystery. It provides some great humor moments to ease this tension, as well (Wosh and Jayne's interrogations) and also finishes the job of re-establishing characters who didn't really get their moments in The Train Job (Kaylee's unstoppable cheerfulness; Simon's insulated naivety). Finally, as Sepinwall noted, in showing even straight-laced Alliance troops breaking from protocol, it also continues the work of establishing the show as a Space Western (I briefly touched on what this means to me in my old Cowboy Bebop post and may devote a brief entry specifically to this concept in the near future).
Honestly, in terms of raw production, Bushwhacked is a pretty great episode. Why don't I like it, then? Well, partially because I'm not a fan of gruesomeness. I dread Mal's discovery of the passengers on the ship and the survivor's breakout from the Alliance infirmary every time I watch this episode. Mostly, though, my complaints are a posteriori and result from a lack of satisfaction with the ultimate use of Reavers in Serenity, but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. For now, feel free to celebrate the fact that Bushwhacked is a pretty solid episode that normal people, free of my squeamishness an pickiness, probably like quite a bit.
Coming up next, possibly even starting tonight, is disc 2. Disc 2 of Firefly is about my favorite thing ever. After realizing that three of its four episodes are probably the best of the series' more light-hearted outings, it became a defining element of the Pity Party as a proper noun*. While the remaining episode, Safe, isn't particularly strong, it contains at least two Important Revelations. Thinking about Shindig right now, I'm already pretty stoked for everything coming up.
*The Pity Party is defined as a get together with friends, all or most of whom have been having a pretty crappy time of things. Its purpose is to help people feel less like shit by bitching about their current problems, eating chili, and watching the awesomeness that is Disc 2 of Firefly. So far, five out of five Pity Parties have been remarkably effective in improving outlook.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Cyclic Arguments for Atheism
Several years ago, a non-Christian friend asked me how I accounted for people, even people before Jesus, espousing many of the same ideologies preached in the Gospel. Unfortunately, most of his other Christian friends were, let's say ill informed and over-zealous*, and had previously told him that such men were sent by Satan to give us cause to doubt the origins of Jesus' message. Understandably, this wasn't terribly palatable to him. My answer on the other hand, which was sufficient for most of the people in the room, basically boiled down to Common Grace and Jesus being the Eternal Word. The friend who posed the question, not wanting to appear beaten, responded by saying, "But I don't believe that." Amazingly enough, that's a pretty generic example of a pretty dumb strategy I've seen a lot lately across the interwebs when those hostile to religion feel the need to try and challenge religious individuals with the intent of embarrassment. As such, I thought I'd address it quickly.
Attention, atheists: I know plenty of you, I generally understand your reasons for not believing, and I think most of you are perfectly swell folks irregardless. But, when you're debating the relative merits of theism, or asking how people of faith respond to apparent paradoxes or more general quandaries, you've got to remember that you're going to get a theological answer rather than a practical one nine times out of ten. After all, if there were a clear, practical answer, you wouldn't be asking the question in the first place. Moreover, the challenge was never to somehow "solve" the problem for you -- a rigged game if ever there was one. It was to explain how a person of faith can justify continued belief in spite of it.
So, while I welcome you to go on ahead and challenge the answer given, whether you're questioning its theological basis or its ability to adequately resolve the issue; asserting that said answer is invalid because of its nature and resultantly claiming some sort of victory for yourself just makes you look like an ass. It's what happened to my friend when I simply retorted with, "but I do," and he got laughed at so hard that he briefly left the room; and it will happen to you if your "opponent" is even mildly competent.**
Thank you, and goodnight.
Also, for those interested, this was brought on by this tweet and my consideration of how poorly the man who wrote it would likely respond to an answer revolving around doctrines of Inspiration and The Trinity in light of earlier boasting about his atheism -- always a bad sign.
*In this case, Youth Group leaders at the local Evangelical Free Church. Sorry to the EV Free people in the audience, but this sort of experience is why I'm generally skeptical of your churches.
**and if they aren't competent, you haven't accomplished anything anyway, so shut your damned trap. ;)
Attention, atheists: I know plenty of you, I generally understand your reasons for not believing, and I think most of you are perfectly swell folks irregardless. But, when you're debating the relative merits of theism, or asking how people of faith respond to apparent paradoxes or more general quandaries, you've got to remember that you're going to get a theological answer rather than a practical one nine times out of ten. After all, if there were a clear, practical answer, you wouldn't be asking the question in the first place. Moreover, the challenge was never to somehow "solve" the problem for you -- a rigged game if ever there was one. It was to explain how a person of faith can justify continued belief in spite of it.
So, while I welcome you to go on ahead and challenge the answer given, whether you're questioning its theological basis or its ability to adequately resolve the issue; asserting that said answer is invalid because of its nature and resultantly claiming some sort of victory for yourself just makes you look like an ass. It's what happened to my friend when I simply retorted with, "but I do," and he got laughed at so hard that he briefly left the room; and it will happen to you if your "opponent" is even mildly competent.**
Thank you, and goodnight.
Also, for those interested, this was brought on by this tweet and my consideration of how poorly the man who wrote it would likely respond to an answer revolving around doctrines of Inspiration and The Trinity in light of earlier boasting about his atheism -- always a bad sign.
*In this case, Youth Group leaders at the local Evangelical Free Church. Sorry to the EV Free people in the audience, but this sort of experience is why I'm generally skeptical of your churches.
**and if they aren't competent, you haven't accomplished anything anyway, so shut your damned trap. ;)
Monday, June 14, 2010
Thinking Critically About Firefly: The Train Job (Episode 3)
Those of you who are long-time Firefly fans likely know that The Train Job was ordered as a replacement for the pilot episode, which Fox execs loved but, for some reason, didn't love enough to actually air until after they'd decided to cancel the series. As such, it does a lot to briefly and strongly re-introduce our heroes and highlight their pasts and relationships. Fortunately, Whedon and company care enough about and understand these characters well enough that they manage to pull it off fairly organically with a relatively fun adventure, but it does mean that we don't learn a whole lot knew about anybody and no real growth occurs.
The bar scene that the episode starts with is a great example. In the first five minutes or so, we get crystal clear characterizations of much of the crew, from Mal's wit to Jayne's surliness. We're reminded about Mal's history with The Independents, River's time in the "academy", Zoe and Wosh's marriage, and the less-than-legal means by which the crew makes its living. We're even reminded of the show's namesake -- the classification of the ship that is the crew's haven against meddling governments. None of this is terribly atypical for a second-episode recap-wise, but we clearly saw in Serenity that there's more to these characters, especially Mal, than this; and we need to be shown all of that again.
This is why the episode suffers, at least in comparison to the rest of the series. It has its share of other flaws, of course. The way the eponymous train job goes down is questionable at best; and I've rarely watched this episode with somebody new to the series without them commenting on the ridiculousness of Niska's accent. But the biggest problems all come from needing to reintroduce the characters and settings in a single hour without covering too much old ground. Beyond the stagnation aspect already mentioned, it results in some heavy-handed dialog, and I'd even call the melodrama of the dilemma Mal finds himself in a consequence of this fact; as it allows him to show his true colors as a good guy in an episode where we see the depths to which he's willing to go to stay floating.
But, when all is said and done, it's still Firefly, and it's still largely brilliant. From Mal distracting the man in the bar at the beginning to drugged up Jayne, it keeps the series' heart alive; and Mal kicking Crow into the engine is just as effective as his shooting of Dobson in Serenity. We even do get the teensiest bit of advancement with the introduction Hands of Blue. As such, there are far less pleasant ways to spend 45 minutes of your time.
Hopefully this was a bit easier to get through than the beast that was my coverage of Serenity. I'm thinking it's a bit too terse, but I figure virtually anybody reading this has seen the episodes, so an elaborate recap isn't really required. Besides, I want to save my energy for episodes that I really like. We've got Bushwhacked in the way first, though, which may be my least favorite episode. In any case, we'll get to that and why in the near-future (possibly yet tonight!).
And, once again, if you want to see professional commentary on the series, check out Alan Sepinwall's awesome blog on Hitfix. His thoughts on Serenity can be found here, and his post on this very episode will be up tomorrow.
The bar scene that the episode starts with is a great example. In the first five minutes or so, we get crystal clear characterizations of much of the crew, from Mal's wit to Jayne's surliness. We're reminded about Mal's history with The Independents, River's time in the "academy", Zoe and Wosh's marriage, and the less-than-legal means by which the crew makes its living. We're even reminded of the show's namesake -- the classification of the ship that is the crew's haven against meddling governments. None of this is terribly atypical for a second-episode recap-wise, but we clearly saw in Serenity that there's more to these characters, especially Mal, than this; and we need to be shown all of that again.
This is why the episode suffers, at least in comparison to the rest of the series. It has its share of other flaws, of course. The way the eponymous train job goes down is questionable at best; and I've rarely watched this episode with somebody new to the series without them commenting on the ridiculousness of Niska's accent. But the biggest problems all come from needing to reintroduce the characters and settings in a single hour without covering too much old ground. Beyond the stagnation aspect already mentioned, it results in some heavy-handed dialog, and I'd even call the melodrama of the dilemma Mal finds himself in a consequence of this fact; as it allows him to show his true colors as a good guy in an episode where we see the depths to which he's willing to go to stay floating.
But, when all is said and done, it's still Firefly, and it's still largely brilliant. From Mal distracting the man in the bar at the beginning to drugged up Jayne, it keeps the series' heart alive; and Mal kicking Crow into the engine is just as effective as his shooting of Dobson in Serenity. We even do get the teensiest bit of advancement with the introduction Hands of Blue. As such, there are far less pleasant ways to spend 45 minutes of your time.
Hopefully this was a bit easier to get through than the beast that was my coverage of Serenity. I'm thinking it's a bit too terse, but I figure virtually anybody reading this has seen the episodes, so an elaborate recap isn't really required. Besides, I want to save my energy for episodes that I really like. We've got Bushwhacked in the way first, though, which may be my least favorite episode. In any case, we'll get to that and why in the near-future (possibly yet tonight!).
And, once again, if you want to see professional commentary on the series, check out Alan Sepinwall's awesome blog on Hitfix. His thoughts on Serenity can be found here, and his post on this very episode will be up tomorrow.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Videogames Storytelling and the Problem with Plot Twists
This has been brewing for awhile, but I'm still not quite sure how to say anything on the topic coherently. Let me start by saying I don't require the games I play to be narrative driven. I've sunk more time than I care to think about into Borderlands since it came out last October, and the biggest drive in that game is to gain levels and pick up loot. It's good clean fun built around the random positive reenforcement that we love so much. When games do try and compel progression through narrative, though, I like that narrative to be able to stand on its own merits, preferably with writing that doesn't make me cringe. Unfortunately, this seems to be too tall an order for many game creators. This is largely because videogame writers don't seem to know terribly well how to handle what I will generically call "twists" for now -- i.e. those plot elements that shift the immediate focus of the action or the meaning of those actions that have already occurred.
Prime example: towards the end of April, I picked up Assassin's Creed 2 -- nearly universally lauded as one of the best games of 2009 -- on the cheap and started playing through it. The first half of the game is quite enjoyable. I didn't even mind the "ancestral memory" conceit used to link the games in the series. The story (technically the story-within-the-story, but the main plot for all intents and purposes) is a simple but relatively compelling one of revenge against those who have unjustly wronged your family. It felt good saving the city of Florence from these corrupt men. Moving on from there, things start to get a little bit less enjoyable plot-wise as you move on to unravel the larger conspiracy that said men were pawns in, but the city of Venice is even more fun to explore than Florence, so it works out alright for the most part. All the while, there are opportunities to unlock secrets about the larger story surrounding the game -- the historical and modern activities of the Assassins (proper noun) and the Templars in which Ezio, the effective protagonist, is not a part.
This background information is generally pretty ridiculous. It involves elaborate plots and partnerships, not to mention ancient aliens (and alien-human hybrids!). One of the major failings is an attempt to assign roles in this conflict, particularly among the Templar, to far too many historical figures. If a historical figure has ever been vilified in any medium, whether it's Hitler or Edison, they were secretly a Templar. Anybody whom the game creators thought was a Pretty Cool Dude, be it Dante or Tesla or Machiavelli, was secretly a friend of the Assassins. It's unnecessary, distracting, and ridiculous; but it's also entirely optional and thus tolerable...until the last hour or so of the game.
Suddenly, in a major "twist", the alien relics show up within the main plot of the game. And then you have to kill the (evil, Templar-colluding) Pope, who bears another of these relics. And then you find a message recorded and left by the super-powerful-but-now-extinct aliens (whom ancient man thought to be gods) about how the sun is going to blow up someday, so screw your petty conflicts. It's ridiculous, it comes out of nowhere, and it leaves you saying, just like it does the sub-protagonist, "What the ****!?". I have no use for twists of this sort in any sort of story. If it doesn't make sense within the context of what we've been told or shown. If there have been no details to suggest that something is happening other than what we've been led to believe. If the mechanism that instigates the revelation requires supernatural origins. If the entire point is to cause surprise or speculation rather than concern or curiosity...leave it be.
Unfortunately, this is mighty common in videogames, including those that have story as a primary component and not just a generic motivator. I've been slowly working my way through Tales of Vesperia the last several months; and I can't help dropping it for awhile every few weeks because of the absurdity of its plot. The character interactions are mostly pretty great, and the first large story arc -- setting out to retrieve a stolen artifact necessary for the survival of your hometown -- is, again, straightforward and effective, even if I ran into plenty of problems with annoyingly "creative" words made up for the game (as always, xkcd proves right). After that first arc concluded, though, I realized that they were intentionally keeping everything about the workings of the setting as nebulously defined as possible so that they could make up as much crap as they wanted to to prolong the story. Pretty much every single major shift in the plot for the last 20-30 hours has begun/ended with the "genius mage" character going "oh snap! these magical crystal thingamabobs we've all relied on for basic survival for centuries are reacting in some weird way that nobody has ever documented before or thought to be a remote possibility! But now that I've observed it once I understand it completely and can say conclusively that we need to go do X next!" Either that, or some ancient, wizened creature says "puny mortals. you cannot comprehend what's really happening...unless you go do Z, in which case, yeah, you can comprehend it just fine. So...yeah, go do Z." It's ridiculous and makes it legitimately hard to play the game at times.
Even games from the same series or writer can use plot twists exceedingly well in one entry an quite poorly in the next. I complain about its popularity a lot, but Final Fantasy VII is a great game that has a handful of twists, all of which work. None of them seem too far-fetched (even if at least one is borderline traumatic in its surprise), and all work to make the eventual revelation about Cloud's real past and his relationship with Sephiroth make sense. Final Fantasy IX, on the other hand, doesn't handle its twists nearly so well. Whether it's Zidane's origin or the final boss, once you get past the second disk, the big twists all come out of thin air. Hell, as much as I love it, Mass Effect 2 even slips a little bit with the final encounter. I'm willing to overlook that as it makes a certain (if small) amount of sense based on what we know at that point, not to mention the fact that nobody makes any real claim to understanding beyond conjecture what was happening.
That really touches on the key thing. If a twist happens after it has been telegraphed, whether it's through subtle hints that take on greater meaning after the event or more obvious foreshadowing, that's good use of a twist. If a twist happens and there is no prior evidence to explain what happened or to make us think that such an event might happen, but the next portion of the plot is (at least in part) dedicated to illuminating the twist -- to seeing the characters come to understand why their world has suddenly changed and what that means, then that's a good use of the twist. However, if a twist occurs out of nowhere and somebody, instead, immediately comprehends the significance and cause of the event based entirely on knowledge which the audience didn't even know might exist, that's poor use of a twist.
Don't get me wrong. This isn't something that just happens in videogames. I'm still upset with Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows for this sort of sloppy story telling. It just seems to be more readily accepted in videogames, and it shouldn't be. People have been using games to tell legitimate stories for 20 years or more now. We shouldn't allow the overly-frilly drivel that passes for plot in most of our games today. I'm not demanding narratives that are going to blow my mind. I'm not even demanding narratives that are universally complex and multi-faceted. I'm asking for one simple thing: If you're not willing to take the time to make sure everything makes sense, keep it simple. Moreover, realize that if the characters are ever spending less time in a state of shock or confusion than the audience, you're probably doing something wrong.
Prime example: towards the end of April, I picked up Assassin's Creed 2 -- nearly universally lauded as one of the best games of 2009 -- on the cheap and started playing through it. The first half of the game is quite enjoyable. I didn't even mind the "ancestral memory" conceit used to link the games in the series. The story (technically the story-within-the-story, but the main plot for all intents and purposes) is a simple but relatively compelling one of revenge against those who have unjustly wronged your family. It felt good saving the city of Florence from these corrupt men. Moving on from there, things start to get a little bit less enjoyable plot-wise as you move on to unravel the larger conspiracy that said men were pawns in, but the city of Venice is even more fun to explore than Florence, so it works out alright for the most part. All the while, there are opportunities to unlock secrets about the larger story surrounding the game -- the historical and modern activities of the Assassins (proper noun) and the Templars in which Ezio, the effective protagonist, is not a part.
This background information is generally pretty ridiculous. It involves elaborate plots and partnerships, not to mention ancient aliens (and alien-human hybrids!). One of the major failings is an attempt to assign roles in this conflict, particularly among the Templar, to far too many historical figures. If a historical figure has ever been vilified in any medium, whether it's Hitler or Edison, they were secretly a Templar. Anybody whom the game creators thought was a Pretty Cool Dude, be it Dante or Tesla or Machiavelli, was secretly a friend of the Assassins. It's unnecessary, distracting, and ridiculous; but it's also entirely optional and thus tolerable...until the last hour or so of the game.
Suddenly, in a major "twist", the alien relics show up within the main plot of the game. And then you have to kill the (evil, Templar-colluding) Pope, who bears another of these relics. And then you find a message recorded and left by the super-powerful-but-now-extinct aliens (whom ancient man thought to be gods) about how the sun is going to blow up someday, so screw your petty conflicts. It's ridiculous, it comes out of nowhere, and it leaves you saying, just like it does the sub-protagonist, "What the ****!?". I have no use for twists of this sort in any sort of story. If it doesn't make sense within the context of what we've been told or shown. If there have been no details to suggest that something is happening other than what we've been led to believe. If the mechanism that instigates the revelation requires supernatural origins. If the entire point is to cause surprise or speculation rather than concern or curiosity...leave it be.
Unfortunately, this is mighty common in videogames, including those that have story as a primary component and not just a generic motivator. I've been slowly working my way through Tales of Vesperia the last several months; and I can't help dropping it for awhile every few weeks because of the absurdity of its plot. The character interactions are mostly pretty great, and the first large story arc -- setting out to retrieve a stolen artifact necessary for the survival of your hometown -- is, again, straightforward and effective, even if I ran into plenty of problems with annoyingly "creative" words made up for the game (as always, xkcd proves right). After that first arc concluded, though, I realized that they were intentionally keeping everything about the workings of the setting as nebulously defined as possible so that they could make up as much crap as they wanted to to prolong the story. Pretty much every single major shift in the plot for the last 20-30 hours has begun/ended with the "genius mage" character going "oh snap! these magical crystal thingamabobs we've all relied on for basic survival for centuries are reacting in some weird way that nobody has ever documented before or thought to be a remote possibility! But now that I've observed it once I understand it completely and can say conclusively that we need to go do X next!" Either that, or some ancient, wizened creature says "puny mortals. you cannot comprehend what's really happening...unless you go do Z, in which case, yeah, you can comprehend it just fine. So...yeah, go do Z." It's ridiculous and makes it legitimately hard to play the game at times.
Even games from the same series or writer can use plot twists exceedingly well in one entry an quite poorly in the next. I complain about its popularity a lot, but Final Fantasy VII is a great game that has a handful of twists, all of which work. None of them seem too far-fetched (even if at least one is borderline traumatic in its surprise), and all work to make the eventual revelation about Cloud's real past and his relationship with Sephiroth make sense. Final Fantasy IX, on the other hand, doesn't handle its twists nearly so well. Whether it's Zidane's origin or the final boss, once you get past the second disk, the big twists all come out of thin air. Hell, as much as I love it, Mass Effect 2 even slips a little bit with the final encounter. I'm willing to overlook that as it makes a certain (if small) amount of sense based on what we know at that point, not to mention the fact that nobody makes any real claim to understanding beyond conjecture what was happening.
That really touches on the key thing. If a twist happens after it has been telegraphed, whether it's through subtle hints that take on greater meaning after the event or more obvious foreshadowing, that's good use of a twist. If a twist happens and there is no prior evidence to explain what happened or to make us think that such an event might happen, but the next portion of the plot is (at least in part) dedicated to illuminating the twist -- to seeing the characters come to understand why their world has suddenly changed and what that means, then that's a good use of the twist. However, if a twist occurs out of nowhere and somebody, instead, immediately comprehends the significance and cause of the event based entirely on knowledge which the audience didn't even know might exist, that's poor use of a twist.
Don't get me wrong. This isn't something that just happens in videogames. I'm still upset with Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows for this sort of sloppy story telling. It just seems to be more readily accepted in videogames, and it shouldn't be. People have been using games to tell legitimate stories for 20 years or more now. We shouldn't allow the overly-frilly drivel that passes for plot in most of our games today. I'm not demanding narratives that are going to blow my mind. I'm not even demanding narratives that are universally complex and multi-faceted. I'm asking for one simple thing: If you're not willing to take the time to make sure everything makes sense, keep it simple. Moreover, realize that if the characters are ever spending less time in a state of shock or confusion than the audience, you're probably doing something wrong.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Porco Rosso is Beyond Pleasant
Like most self-respecting human beings, I have an abiding love for the bulk of Miyazaki's films. So, when Ponyo came out stateside last summer and Rotten Tomatoes was running a countdown of his ten highest rated films, I was shocked to see that one of the top movies was one I'd never heard of: Porco Rosso. A month or so later, when I was signing up for Netflix, I immediately added it to my queue. Unfortunately, as much as I took advantage of my instant queue, I was pretty slow to go through the actual disks they sent me. Last night, though, I finally got around to watching Porco Rosso, and while it isn't going to top Spirited Away (or even Totoro) on my list of my favorite Miyazaki movies, it was still absolutely delightful.
There isn't a whole lot of plot to Porco Rosso. Pretty much all of what you need to know is right there in the basic summary on the back of the disk. An ace Italian seaplane pilot fights sky pirates in the Adriatic (and resists Fascism in the mainland). Oh, and said pilot has suffered a curse that has turned him into an anthropomorphic pig. Like so much of Miyazaki's work, though, this isn't a movie that isn't about an elaborate sequence of unfolding events, so I can't find fault on this point.
Similarly, most of the characters aren't terribly deep. With the exception of Marco (the true name of the pilot feared by his enemies as Porco Rosso), most of the characters are pretty much open books. They wear their intentions and their characters on their sleaves. But since this also isn't a movie remotely concerned with exploring the nature of its characters' motivations, this isn't a drawback.
If the movie isn't about its plot or its characters, then, what's it's purpose? It's about spending some time in the company of some likable characters and observing their beautiful world. It's about seeing how these people interact with this world, remaining hopeful and carving out a niche for themselves despite the hardships and sadness that exist there. Really, it's a lot like Totoro if that movie were made for a slightly older demographic, one that prefers dogfights and star-crossed love to woodland exploration. Because of the increased complexity of the subject matter, it doesn't manage this style quite as well as Totoro (a movie I would describe as delightful); but it manages to be a perfectly enjoyable experience throughout.
*Mild spoilers from here until the final paragraph*
Other than Marco's affliction, the movie is strongly based in reality. It's 1929, the post-WW1 European Depression is in full swing, and the fascists are starting to take power in Italy. Times are hard, and everybody is doing what they can to survive and showing what courtesy they can afford to everybody else. At the beginning of the film, after Marco stops one band of pirates and recovers their hostages, he allows them to keep a portion of their stolen money so that they can affort to eat and repair their planes. He knows that this means running into them again (which, in a darker universe, could be seen as a motivation by itself), but he's not going to tell anybody that they can't fly. It's this sort of fundamental decency, contrasted with his gruff attitude and appearance, that defines Marco as a character. The world is a hard place, and he doesn't want to add any more sadness to it than he has to. He refuses to take a shot when it might result in another's death. He feels guilt when old women and young girls need to be brought in to do repairs on his plane, fundamentally a tool of destruction. Having seen his friends being robbed of their happiness by death in the War, he refuses to seek his own. It's a complex character, and it's portrayed as simply and subtly as one can imagine.
While Marco may be the protagonist, this wouldn't be a Miyazaki movie without a strong female protagonist, and, really, Porco Rosso has two: Fio and Gina. Gina shows up first, but Fio gets much more screen. Really, though, the two are cut from the same cloth, as can be seen by the almost identical interactions they have with the supporting cast. Neither is willing to accept that her womanhood is legitimate cause to keep her from doing what she loves. Both respond powerfully to Marco's strong convictions and masked gentleness, knowing that those same convictions will drive him to keep his distance. Neither character is allowed a great deal of depth, but this simplicity comes across as an earnestness. Both have such energy and faith in the fundamental goodness of people that it's not hard to see why every pilot in the Adriatic is in love with them.
The supporting cast of sky pirates, including the American pilot-for-hire and would-be antagonist Curtiss, are primarily there for humor, whether it's a result of a willingness to go to ridiculous ends to be free of Marco's meddling or a complete disconnect with reality. The real enemy isn't any of these desperate men, but the situation that drove them to such desperation; so when we see dozens of pirates bursting out of Marco's tent in an attempt to take him by force, it brings a smile to your face instead of a sense of dread.
Of course, being a Studio Ghibli film scored by Joe Hisaishi, everything is accentuated by gorgeous visuals and a wonderful soundtrack. I could watch Marco flying across the Italian countryside or the islands of the Adriatic while listening to "To the Adriatic Sea" for hours and feel nothing but contentment.
Ultimately, while Porco Rosso isn't going to challenge Spirited Away, Totoro, or Princess Mononoke to become one of my favorite three Miyazaki films, I really need to see Kiki's Delivery Service and Nausicaa again before I can have any confidence that it hasn't cracked my top 5. In any case, I immediately added it to my Amazon Wishlist and will probably watch it again (dubbed) with my family before sending it back.
There isn't a whole lot of plot to Porco Rosso. Pretty much all of what you need to know is right there in the basic summary on the back of the disk. An ace Italian seaplane pilot fights sky pirates in the Adriatic (and resists Fascism in the mainland). Oh, and said pilot has suffered a curse that has turned him into an anthropomorphic pig. Like so much of Miyazaki's work, though, this isn't a movie that isn't about an elaborate sequence of unfolding events, so I can't find fault on this point.
Similarly, most of the characters aren't terribly deep. With the exception of Marco (the true name of the pilot feared by his enemies as Porco Rosso), most of the characters are pretty much open books. They wear their intentions and their characters on their sleaves. But since this also isn't a movie remotely concerned with exploring the nature of its characters' motivations, this isn't a drawback.
If the movie isn't about its plot or its characters, then, what's it's purpose? It's about spending some time in the company of some likable characters and observing their beautiful world. It's about seeing how these people interact with this world, remaining hopeful and carving out a niche for themselves despite the hardships and sadness that exist there. Really, it's a lot like Totoro if that movie were made for a slightly older demographic, one that prefers dogfights and star-crossed love to woodland exploration. Because of the increased complexity of the subject matter, it doesn't manage this style quite as well as Totoro (a movie I would describe as delightful); but it manages to be a perfectly enjoyable experience throughout.
*Mild spoilers from here until the final paragraph*
Other than Marco's affliction, the movie is strongly based in reality. It's 1929, the post-WW1 European Depression is in full swing, and the fascists are starting to take power in Italy. Times are hard, and everybody is doing what they can to survive and showing what courtesy they can afford to everybody else. At the beginning of the film, after Marco stops one band of pirates and recovers their hostages, he allows them to keep a portion of their stolen money so that they can affort to eat and repair their planes. He knows that this means running into them again (which, in a darker universe, could be seen as a motivation by itself), but he's not going to tell anybody that they can't fly. It's this sort of fundamental decency, contrasted with his gruff attitude and appearance, that defines Marco as a character. The world is a hard place, and he doesn't want to add any more sadness to it than he has to. He refuses to take a shot when it might result in another's death. He feels guilt when old women and young girls need to be brought in to do repairs on his plane, fundamentally a tool of destruction. Having seen his friends being robbed of their happiness by death in the War, he refuses to seek his own. It's a complex character, and it's portrayed as simply and subtly as one can imagine.
While Marco may be the protagonist, this wouldn't be a Miyazaki movie without a strong female protagonist, and, really, Porco Rosso has two: Fio and Gina. Gina shows up first, but Fio gets much more screen. Really, though, the two are cut from the same cloth, as can be seen by the almost identical interactions they have with the supporting cast. Neither is willing to accept that her womanhood is legitimate cause to keep her from doing what she loves. Both respond powerfully to Marco's strong convictions and masked gentleness, knowing that those same convictions will drive him to keep his distance. Neither character is allowed a great deal of depth, but this simplicity comes across as an earnestness. Both have such energy and faith in the fundamental goodness of people that it's not hard to see why every pilot in the Adriatic is in love with them.
The supporting cast of sky pirates, including the American pilot-for-hire and would-be antagonist Curtiss, are primarily there for humor, whether it's a result of a willingness to go to ridiculous ends to be free of Marco's meddling or a complete disconnect with reality. The real enemy isn't any of these desperate men, but the situation that drove them to such desperation; so when we see dozens of pirates bursting out of Marco's tent in an attempt to take him by force, it brings a smile to your face instead of a sense of dread.
Of course, being a Studio Ghibli film scored by Joe Hisaishi, everything is accentuated by gorgeous visuals and a wonderful soundtrack. I could watch Marco flying across the Italian countryside or the islands of the Adriatic while listening to "To the Adriatic Sea" for hours and feel nothing but contentment.
Ultimately, while Porco Rosso isn't going to challenge Spirited Away, Totoro, or Princess Mononoke to become one of my favorite three Miyazaki films, I really need to see Kiki's Delivery Service and Nausicaa again before I can have any confidence that it hasn't cracked my top 5. In any case, I immediately added it to my Amazon Wishlist and will probably watch it again (dubbed) with my family before sending it back.
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