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Here In The Bloghouse I’ll serve up general observations and opinions, while also offering specific blogging like book reviews (Open Book), mini movie reviews (Quik Flix Hit) and, with restraint, politics (Swing State).

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Open Book

Doctor Sleep (2013)

By Stephen King

544 pages

 

One reason Stephen King’s The Shining endures as a great horror novel of the modern era is that it draws it terrors not just from the outside, but strikes at us from within. The book centers it terrors on alcoholism, isolation and abuse as much as spectral hauntings.Doctor Sleep

Stanley Kubrick, who directed the film version of the book, said what primary lead him to adapt King’s work was the book’s deft construction that overlapped madness with the supernatural until the two became almost interchangeable/undistinguishable. By the time the supernatural elements take center stage, Kubrick said, the reader has accepted them unquestioned.

Jack Torrance, a former teacher, struggling writer and dry drunk, becomes the winter caretaker at an isolated resort hotel in the Colorado Rocky Mountains. Jack, his wife Wendy and young son Danny will spend the winter in the vast, empty hotel that is certainly haunted by its long history of tragedy and by the ghosts of its victims and victimizers.

It’s insidious how King shows the ghosts of the hotel whittle away at Jack, prying him with alcohol, teasing out his marital and parental insecurities until they break the man. The saddest part of the novel for me is when Jack surrenders to his demons and takes up the task of the hotel’s demons—to kill his paranormal son.

King, who outside of his Dark Tower series, has long made clear he isn’t interested in doing sequels to his works, lit a fuse when he announced a year ago he was writing just that—and to one of his best and oldest works. Doctor Sleep, thus, arrives with expectations that couldn’t be any higher. Well, the novel does not surpass or even match The Shining, and interestingly, it’s not as scary. But it’s a very good book, rich in characterization and subtle terrors that accumulate until you realize King’s horror has as crept up on you from all sides, and on various levels—physical, spiritual, emotional, supernatural. And there’s consistent humor throughout the tale that, strangely, enhances the horror.

Danny has survived the dreadful events of the first book—along with his mother and Dick Hallorann, the hotel chef and mentor to the boy. They are all back for the brief first part of the book, which picks up not long after events of the original novel. In a few pages King has swept us 30 years back, effectively reuniting us with characters and tone we remember. Soon, though, Doctor Sleep jumps ahead and we are reunited with some, but not all, of our dear friends. Danny is now Dan, a thirtysomething hospice caretaker (affectionately nicknamed Doctor Sleep) who uses his shining to help ease the final moments of terminal patients. Finally coming to a sense of purpose and sobriety (You thought he escaped his dad’s legacy of addiction, did you?), Dan’s life is upended once again. This time by a remarkable 12-year-old girl who also has the shining, and the tribe of supernatural baddies who will stop at nothing to possess Abra for her special gifts.

About that tribe: it calls itself the True Knot. Outwardly, its members look like grandmas, grandpas, aunts and uncles crisscrossing the highways and byways of the country in their deluxe campers. It’s a nice touch King adds, having seeming innocuous and ubiquitous RV people mask a terrifying tribe of vampires. Oh, it’s not blood the Knot craves, but “steam”—the fear, power, essence, soul—that seeps from special victims as they are slowly tortured to death. The best steam comes from children with supernatural abilities like the shining, abilities possessed by Dan and, to a more powerful degree, Abra. The steam keeps the Knot from aging and enhances its members’ various supernatural abilities; but you don’t want to know the shocking consequences it faces for going too long without its steam-power.

There are several instances where King ratchets up suspense to almost unbearable levels and then lets the characters, and the reader, off the hook. Honesty, I expected a lot more deaths. Is he softening in his older years? Certainly not in a scene of the Knot torturing a boy for his steam. Despite having a sixth sense, the boy’s tricked into his doom as he shortcuts through a cornfield, heading home from baseball practice. As he cries out for his mother, King takes the scene far enough to not be forgotten for the rest of the book, but restrained enough to let our imagination punish us more than King does.

King’s also brutal in detailing the lifelong and legacy-bearing struggles of alcoholism. The author draws on apparent personal experiences with addiction and makes this the strongest element of the story: the tricks and trades of AA members, the powerful undercurrents of alcohol addiction, how it’s as worrisome an intruder as the supernatural elements of the story. For Dan to stand against formidable opponents—dead and alive—he needs to remain sober, but remaining sober means facing the fears and shame that drove him to drink in the first place.

The bond between Dan and Abra is excellent and instantly summons our dread for the terrors they face. Abra’s an expertly realized tween with an extraordinary gift.

If The Shining is essentially a three-act play of dread with four main characters isolated and confined to tight spaces, Doctor Sleep is a wide-open, multi-character, time-spanning follow-up that nevertheless evokes the era of the first book. King links the books with an assuredness of an old pro, setting me adrift on rippling prose that, from chapter to chapter, pushed me back into a story from my youth (redrum!), then pulled me again into its chilling present-day continuation.

 

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Quik Flix Hit — Summer Round-up

Monsters University (2013)

Rated G

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Disney/Pixar Animation

I’m growing disappointed in Pixar’s (Disney’s?) recent case of sequelitis. With an impressive run of original work—admirable not only for storytelling prowess, but for dedication to characters and CGI craft–it’s sad to see a recent spate of do-agains.

Bloghouse Still, I enjoyed Monsters University, a prequel to one of my favorite Pixar features. The latest film takes us back to the land of the monsters, at a time when Sully and Mike W. were rival college students.

I like the breeziness of the plot—a fraternity competition to determine the most fearsome frat on campus. The stakes are higher for young Sully and Mike, since their continued enrollment at the university depends upon a victory. Some old favorites are back—Randall!—albeit in younger form, and a new crop of scary-funny characters make the rounds.

It’s not as good as the original, lacking the freshness of the concept of a monster society and infinite doors that connect it to the human world, but it doesn’t embarrass itself and, like the original, finds space for warm touches of humanity (monsterity?).

While I’m not going to beef on the Toy Story movies (together they work as one great film), with Cars 2, it’s offshoot Planes, and a Finding Nemo sequel on the way, I’m longing for Pixar to get back to original work.

 

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Pacific Rim (2013)

Rated PG-13

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Warner Bros.

Through an interdimensional fissure deep within the Pacific Ocean emerge the Kaiju, massive monsters that lay waste to cities around the globe. And by massive, I mean these suckers can cradle the Statue of Liberty. By way of response, the world’s governments create Jaegers, equally massive robots to combat the Kaiju. And by massive, I mean these suckers can use a naval battleship as a baseball bat.

OK, right there: if that premise triggers eye-rolling, this isn’t the movie for you. If you’re in, though, this is a rockem-sockem giant monster feature that evokes the best of classic Japanese Kaiju movies (Godzilla, Mothra), while not taking itself too seriously.

Jaegers are operated by two human pilots who link minds to share the daunting burden of being mentally and physically jacked in to the machines. The linked minds allow shared personal experiences between the pilots, thus some level of character development. Our heroes are Raleigh and Mako, respective American and Japanese partners who quickly overcome differences and fears to effectively operate their Jaeger. Props to the screenwriters for allowing the Raleigh character (Charlie Hunnam) to sidestep the cliché of him being a bad boy with a bad attitude who needs to learn to be a team player. Too bad it doesn’t sidestep the cliché of the emotionally wounded heartthrob who must overcome his trauma to be the hero he is meant to be.

Edris Elba has a couple of strong scenes of dialogue as the leader of the Jaeger resistance (“Today, we are canceling the apocalypse!”), and great character actor Ron Pearlman (Hellboy), as usual, makes the most of his limited screen time as a black market dealer. Everything about this movie is big, and it’s big fun.

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The Wolverine (2013)

Rated PG-13

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Twentieth Century Fox

I like Hugh Jackman. I like the X-Men movie series, despite the fact that I’m having trouble these days seeing daylight between them. But the mutant-trying-to-cope-in-society trope is starting to show its gray hairs. Aside from the locale change (mostly in modern Japan), nothing seems particularly fresh here, but it’s dumb fun. I struggled to place this film within the proper timeframe of the ongoing series, but it doesn’t really matter. This was made to be a standalone picture featuring of one of the most popular X-Men characters.

Jackman’s great, whether he’s brooding over lost love, struggling with something close to immortality, or springing into action with those adamantium claws. A hand-to-claw fight atop a bullet train is the best sequence in the film.

If you’re a series fan, or will watch anything starring Jackman: See it.

Other summer movie reviews:

After Earth

Man of Steel

Upstream Color

Star Trek into Darkness

Iron Man 3

 

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Quik Flix Hit

After Earth (2013)

Rated PG-13

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Yes, it’s a project of hubris (Will Smith turned down Django Unchained for this?), and yes, director M. Night Shyamalan (The Sixth Sense, The Happening, The Last Airbender) is in a rut. Even so, After Earth isn’t all that bad. I wouldn’t measure it against the current crop of summer movies, but it’s one of those watchable flicks you stumble into while flipping through one of your hundreds of cable TV channels.

BloghouseIn the distant future, man has long ago departed earth for more hospitable climes. Nova Prime is our new home and Smith’s Cypher Raige is the leader of our peacekeeping Rangers. Rangers take on the S’krell, alien beings bent on our destruction. The S’krells hope to vanquish us with their vicious Ursa creatures which, though blind, can hunt by sensing fear. Cypher discovers how to defeat the Ursas by “ghosting,” which is a method of controlling one’s fears, thus becoming invisible to the creatures. He is legend. Now if only he could connect with his distant son Kitai (Jaden Smith), who strives to prove himself to himself and his doubting father.

Father and son each carry the burden of guilt over the loss of daughter/sister Senshi, who died defending young Kitai from an Ursa. So with the pieces in place, father and son are goaded by wife/mom Faia into using a Ranger training exercise as a bonding getaway. Things get bad when their spacecraft encounters an asteroid shower, worse when it crashes on quarantined earth, worse still when the captured Ursa brought along for training purposes escapes the wreaked vessel.

With the ship’s distress beacon flung miles from the scattered ship, and Cypher critically injured, it’s up to Kitai to traverse the hostile environment, with the Ursa on his tail, to retrieve the beacon. Can the son overcome his fears? Prove himself to dad? Avenge his sister?

Will Smith’s role in this is limited. This is a showpiece for his son. Jaden is serviceable, though he lacks his dad’s effortless charm and needs a few more laps around the acting track. To be fair, he’s younger than his dad was when Will got his start, and Jaden carries the burdens as well as benefits of nepotism. But he doesn’t embarrass himself and involved me in his plight. It’s a decent time-waster, but you can waste that time once it comes to TV.

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Man of Steel (2013)

Rated PG-13

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Warner Bros.

My parents took me to see Superman The Movie (1978) when I was about 10 years old. I’d seen movies in the theater before, but this was the first one to crystalize the movie-going experience for me. I remember the setup being a little slow, I remember young Clark Kent racing a train, I remember him being conflicted about his misunderstood powers, but I will never forget the first time Superman accepted The Bloghousehis destiny and took flight across my movie screen. Kids were standing on their seats cheering. I remember that. The “You’ll believe a man can fly” tagline was one of the best ever written. Even before I’d really learned to appreciate cinema, the special effects, the love story, the soaring John Williams score really made this a touchstone of my youth.

All of this to say that I obviously didn’t relive that experience with Man of Steel. How could I? I’m a grown man with children of my own who has seen every manner of impossible image brought to life by computers and Hollywood wizardry, to say nothing of all the superhero movies—including the Christopher Reeve sequels—that have come since that first film.

This is a good superhero film in an era of good superhero films. It tells its story with passion (some will say it takes itself too seriously), invested drama and big-summer action. The actors are tops: Amy Adams (Her)  as Lois Lane is aggressive, intelligent, professional but also tender. Kevin Costner’s fantastic in his brief but impactful scenes as Clark’s earth dad, reminding me of what I used to like about him. Russell Crowe brings his usual gravitas to Jor-El, Superman’s biological father, and gets more screen time than I expected. Michael Shannon, who specializes in intense characters, is excellent as General Zod, Superman’s main nemesis here. Zod is relentless, brutal, assured in his purpose (almost convincing me of his plight), with just enough complexity to steal most of his scenes. This new guy, Henry Cavill, is convincing as a dour Clark, a pride-gaining Kal-El and a blossoming Man of Steel. I like how he’s still learning to be Superman by the end of the film.

We’ve come a long way since the wire-work and green-screen wonderment of the original Superman. In this new movie there wasn’t a scene of action or flight or crumbling skyscraper that didn’t look totally believable. I really liked this film. And yet the experience was bittersweet, me wanting to feel as if I was having my mind blown away, but knowing the perfect storm of my youth, groundbreaking f/x, and the power of seeing the first comic book hero explode into life on the big screen would never be duplicated.

Side note: I would never minimized Williams’ iconic theme, but Hans Zimmer‘s new theme equally befits its era’s Superman.

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Video review

Upstream Color (2013)

Rated PG-13

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What a delicate film this is.

To be sure, weighty and absurd ideas are stacked upon each other, scene by scene, but underneath is a foundation so delicate you wonder how it can support this film. And yet it does.

The BloghouseOK, here we go: Women pick blue flowers growing near a great tree on a riverbank. A shady fellow buys these flowers and harvests grub worms from the soil of the plants. A chemical is extracted from the worms to create a potent drug that, depending on how you use it, can place you in synchronicity with the environment, can link your mind with that of another person who’s also on the drug, or can be wielded as an instrument of mind control.

The opening segments befuddle and intrigue as we observe—with sparse dialogue and music—the man as he worm-drugs a woman named Kris, takes her back to her own home and through mind control (and Henry David Thoreau’s Walden) encourages her to empty her bank accounts and give up personal belongings. He keeps her in this fugue, compliant state (for days? weeks?) while he bleeds her dry. Finally he packs up and leaves. Kris slowly comes back to what was once her reality starved, bruised, confused, jobless, penniless, shattered. Her world no longer makes sense, her mind and emotions are altered in a way that encourages viewers to acknowledge that reality can sometimes be a fragile, fleeting idea.

Just as we’re wrapping our minds around this segment, we’re introduced to a musician/pig farmer, credited as The Sampler, who calls Kris to him using his sound-recording devices like a pied piper. The Sampler removes a now much-larger worm from Kris and implants it into one of his pigs. From time to time the man tosses piglets into the river, which then float downstream to our tree from the beginning, where the piglets rot, freeing the worms from within, which become nutrients for the magic flowers the women come to pick.

Got that? We’re witnessing a life cycle, which Kris and many other unwitting victims—and their corresponding pigs!—are now a part of.

Another such victim is Jeff, who is drawn to Kris, perhaps because his pig couples with Kris’ pig back on the farm. They are two mind-scattered peas in a pod who can’t even discern whose memory is whose, even as they piece together the riddle of their lives, and fall in love.

You think I’ve told you too much of the plot; I think I’ve done you a favor. It took three viewings to piece this much together, as the story is told out of sequence, in fragments and largely with only sound and subtle cutting between related images, as dialogue is kept to a minimum. (The last 20 minutes, all the way to the credits, are dialogue-free.)

I think the director (Shane Carruth, whose debut microbudget, mind-frying time-travel flick Primer set the indie world on fire in 2004) wants to immerse the viewer in a sonic, wispy-image experience that approximates Kris and Jeff’s shattered and reforming mindsets. And maybe this approximates our truest selves: how we are merely a collection of our selective memories, which we figuratively hold tightly in our hands like a bunch of cards. This movie is about what happens when someone or something swats those cards to the ground and we have to pick them up again. I think that’s the foundation of this film.

I don’t know if I understood everything going on here, but this I know: I worked up quite a bit of empathy for Kris and Jeff’s plight and was deeply moved as I reflected that emotions and motives are still powerful even when untethered from the sanity of everyday life. By the finale, I found myself very satisfied by an ending that isn’t really as happy as it seems, once you think about it.

For days after I saw this it swam in my mind like a magical worm upending my notions of a conventional narrative love story.

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Star Trek Into Darkness (2013)

Rated PG-13

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Paramount Pictures

As the end credits rolled for Star Trek Into Darkness, an obviously old-school Star Trek diehard (I’m not using the ‘T’ word) came up to me and my wife in dire straits over his belief of the new film’s disrespect of the space drama’s canon.

Bloghouse“The finale, shot-for-shot, matched the finale of (1982’s Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan),” he shouted at us in the dark.

“Well, they did swap the main characters’ fates this time around,” I antagonized, to my wife’s chagrin. This guy has singlehandedly assured that I won’t be watching anymore of these films in the theater with my wife. Thanks, pal.

OK, this isn’t your father’s Star Trek, or even your older brother’s. But it does manage to hit the sweet spot between Roddenberry devotees, Next Generation Gen X’ers and millennials, who have no intention of looking back as they head warp speed into J.J. Abrams’ universe. But that was the plan all along, wasn’t it?

Am I mistaken in my understanding that the franchise reboot established that this was a different approach to the Trek of yore? Wasn’t the 2009 film’s debut the time to rail against this new Star Trek, or just bow out altogether? That film was a smash, though, drawing in hardcores and newbies alike. My wife, no fan of sci-fi, thought it was fantastic. So if you came back for more, Mr. Shot-by-Shot, why complain? The new franchise is firing on all its Abrams cylinders, which is to say it holds respect for the original series, but doesn’t feel bound to be a slave to it.

Quick summary: Young Capt. Kirk, still the rogue, against-the-regulations leader of the USS Enterprise, is fuel by revenge after the Federation is attacked by an unknown terrorist. Shades of 9/11 abound, as a shaken Federation looks to harsh, secret strategies in the wake of the devastation. This includes the machinations of Dick Cheney, I mean, Peter Weller’s Federation muckety-muck Marcus, whose sneaky efforts could precipitate all-out intergalactic war.

Spock’s cool logical Vulcan mind collides with Kirk’s burning ideas of revenge, but as always, the two level each other out. A quick lovers’ quarrel between Spock and Uhura, Bone’s dalliance with Tribbles and Scotty’s silly/brilliant hijinks fill in the gaps between story proper, which is largely told in bold swaths of action.

Benedict Cumberbatch is wonderfully powerful as Khan. I don’t know how we get from this to Ricardo Montalban, but, hey, this guy was a fierce and daunting opponent who, at turns, outwits and/or outfights the Federation, Kirk, Spock, Marcus and special guest, the Klingons. By the hour-and-a-half mark I was about to put a big “S” on this guy’s chest and call it a day.

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Iron Man 3 (2013)

Rated PG-13

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We already knew Robert Downey Jr.’s Tony Stark is a mad, snarky genius when he’s surrounded by his dazzling technology, ridiculous wealth and groupies, but darn-it-all if he’s not just as brilliant and snarky when everything’s been taken from him—money, power suit, tech toys, reputation, loved ones.

brown-blogartIn this fourth iteration of the Iron Man saga (including his appearance in last year’s Avengers), Downey and the creators of the franchise have tacked backward to move forward.

By taking away his technology and limiting the use of his supersuit, IM3 recalls the desperate, resilient Tony Stark of the first film (2008) who fashioned his prototype Iron Man suit from spare weapons parts while being held captive in a cave.

I didn’t like this go-round as much as the first film (which surprised me with Downey’s impromptu wit, breezy action and clean through-line plot), but it beats Iron Man 2 (2010) and finds different riffs on what should be getting stale by now.

Stretches of this film rely not on action and special effects, but on the emotional and physical plight of Stark. Downey’s just great at this stuff: Serious and commanding enough to sell Stark as someone not to be trifled with, but never letting things get too heavy with his lethal, endless quips and his wink-wink genius-playboy persona.

I think the small stuff works better than the big moments: When he puts together battle gear from parts he buys from a small-town hardware store; wearing a Dora the Explorer digital watch he bums off the kid sister of a boy he befriends; the panic attacks that come out of nowhere and leave Stark a quivering mess.

I’ll leave The Mandarin stuff for the fanboys to hash out, but I’ll just say I loved Ben Kingsley as both The Mandarin and the man behind The Mandarin.

Sure, this is a summer special effects action flick. That stuff’s here too: a robot army zigzagging across the sky; deadly super soldiers who burn not just with malevolence, but seemly of lava from within; the show-stopping set piece in which Iron Man must rescue 13 people as they plummet from a destroyed Air Force One; a very cool scene where he redirects his iron suit to assemble around his girlfriend to protect her as she hurls through the air after a missile attack on Stark’s Malibu mansion.

It took some level of guts to have Stark grow up and reflect that he and his suits (and the lifesaving reactor in the middle of his chest) have become codependents and it’s time to end the relationship and fully embrace the real one he has with his love Pepper Potts (Gwyneth Paltrow).

I don’t know where they go from here (Avengers 2, maybe), but if they’re done with this Downey/Stark version, this was a nice sendoff.

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A better way to look at things

I appreciate all the kind words, gifts and food (oh, my love handles!) on this special day.

BloghouseI lost my best friend in earlier in 2013, which was an emotional gut-punch that still has me shaken. Since I’ve known him for more than 26 years, to build another best-friend relationship in that amount of time would carry me into my early 70s, which is to say, unlikely. That’s sad to think about.

A better way to look at things: His memory endures in the soft corners of my soul; his legacy is a tribute to himself and a tangible gift to those—wife, son, father, sister, friends—who stand in his absence.

That knowledge, and your well wishes, cut through the pain and makes this day joyous for me.

Also, thanks to the staff of the Hudson Library & Historical Society for hosting a wonderful book fair, as well as The Learned Owl Book Shop for its continued support of local authors.

Happy birthday to me.