Sunday, June 3, 2012

Blade Runner, My Development as a Writer, and Other Things That Take Way Too Long

Review: Blade Runner



     So I finally watched Ridley Scott's highly-touted cult sci-fi film Blade Runner (the 1992 Director's Cut) last night.  It had been on my list for a while.  Its notable strengths included stunning production design, special effects, and its portrayal of a noir-infused dystopian future in which consumerism has become a substitute for humanity without anyone realizing it.  Unfortunately, a strong, engaging narrative was nowhere to be found.  Instead, the filmmakers give us broad thematic questions about what it means to be human, delivered largely via slow, under-lit shots that give the film a languid pace and, strangely, occasional bursts of on-the-nose exposition, presumably intended to snap the audience back to attention by reminding us - and the characters on-screen, for that matter - of the few narrative points we are supposed to care about.  Even Harrison Ford's Deckard seems listless and bored throughout the film as he hunts down murderous android "replicants" that look, think, and emote like humans.    


     
     Now let me take a second to admit that critical sentences like that last one are almost always unfair.  I realize that Blade Runner was never supposed to be Indiana Jones Kicks Robot Ass In The Future.  Ridley Scott was taking a risk, and in doing so, created the artistic template for every dark, futuristic sci-fi film that has been made since.  It was the first of its kind, and that is amazing!  But as a writer, I have to complain about the script, which can be called "loose" at best.  In the film's dark future, ambiguity and uncertainty are practically required, but Blade Runner shares so very little about any of its characters that it's nearly impossible for an audience to empathize with them.  Harrison Ford gives a conflicted, nuanced performance that is miles away from his typical charming, rebellious on-screen persona, but the audience is not privy to the demons that haunt Deckard, whether from his past or in his head, so the character just feels empty.  Sean Young's Rachel is even more wooden, but we accept her character more willingly since we know early on that she is a robot herself.  Don't get me wrong, I think both do as much as they can with their roles.  The audience is simply not allowed far enough into their individual worlds.   
     


     The four replicants, on the other hand, are much more vivid, relatable characters.  We are told these newest models of robots have the capacity to feel human emotion, but they only have a four-year lifespan.  Combining an adult's intellect with a child's naivete and lack of human experience yields unstable results, but all of the quirky replicants have a very "human" motivation - survival.  



     Perhaps it was Scott's intention to give the machines more humanity than the human characters - thematic commentary through unexpected juxtaposition.  If so, he certainly succeeded, but since I doubt he set out to make an intellectual art house film disguised as a sci-fi thriller, I believe this particular success comes at a detriment to the film overall.  The slow, seemingly incomplete script combined with the astounding-yet-ultimately-oppressing visual style are too much to ask an audience to overlook.  It will and should remain a classic example of trailblazing style, and though I haven't seen every sci-fi film that can be counted among Blade Runner's progeny, I am sure the best of the bunch have tighter narratives.  

     I believe incompletion is the ultimate culprit for Blade Runner falling short of its narrative potential.  Can you imagine the lauded classic it might be with a truly great script?  Instead, the film went at least $7 million over budget, was initially a critical and financial failure, and it has had no less than five incarnations from 1982 to 2007.  I can understand the fear that drove Warner Bros. studio executives to demand the addition of voice-over narration by Harrison Ford during postproduction.  Apparently the voice-over only called more attention to the lacking plot and, along with a forced happy ending that featured a borrowed shot from Stanley Kubrick's The Shining, both eleventh hour additions were removed from the 1992 Director's Cut.  Scott did not get around to really finalizing his version of the film until 2007, 25 years after its original release.  There are similar stories known and unknown concerning films that had great scripts from the beginning.  Still, I can't help but think a tighter script would have at least lessened the chances of such vast indecision when it came to releasing a definitive final product.

The Take-Home 

     Like any other film review, the preceding commentary is entirely subjective, take it or leave it.  So what's the point?  Do I just love reading my own words?  Of course I do, but hopefully that's not the only reason I love dissecting, interpreting, and arguing about film so much.  Whether good or bad, I am a big believer that any film tends to trick us into thinking about our own lives, even if by accident (What's the alternative, intentionally sitting down and thinking about real life?  Seriously, why don't we just all get together and do taxes?).  So as a burgeoning writer who's moved to Hollywood but not done nearly enough writing, what can I take away from Blade Runner?  Lots: 

1.  I might claim the narrative was incomplete at best, but Ridley Scott still moved forward and made a film that became hugely influential to later films and is now a classic in its own right.  Sure, the film might have been better if they'd improved the script prior to production, but it also might never have been made.  Thirty years later, Scott's newest sci-fi epic Prometheus is one of the most highly anticipated films of 2012.  I'd say he's pretty happy with the way things turned out.  Score one for shooting then aiming, not the other way around! 

2.  Whether on the page or in real life, you've got to know where your story is going.  When you wander aimlessly like the plot of Blade Runner, your audience becomes detached and tunes out.  As the writer of your own life, don't let that happen.  Make a plan and carry it out.  Will you falter?  Definitely.  But finish, and you can end up with a classic on your hands.

3.  Even the prettiest, most creative, well composed shot gets old in a hurry.  Keep things moving! 

4.  Even if he's played by Harrison Ford, don't write a character who's apparently on Prozac at all times. It's boring.  

5.  Whether robots or people, love scenes should be way more exciting than the one between Deckard and Rachel.  


Body Heat did it way better without robots or a dystopian future.  


    





                    

Monday, May 28, 2012

Clear Eyes, Full Heart, Clean Clothes

     So I've lived in LA for almost four months now.  Since moving, I've had two residences, five roommates, one internship, one wrecked car, one and a half house parties, one near-arrest, and zero jobs.  All in all, not too bad.  I've also learned new skills.  Since our "new" house in Van Nuys, CA came fully-equipped with a broken dryer, I have made numerous trips to some of the many "Lavandarias" in our neighborhood.  Somehow I've never gone to the same one twice, and these gringo-friendly laundromats can be surprisingly complicated.  Don't be fooled by the simple "Coin Laundry" signs outside.  The mechanism by which one causes the laundry machines to function has been different every time.  Sometimes it's load-then-pay, others it's pay-then-load.  Some places have coin slots in every machine, other require you to buy a rechargeagble card.  Some dryer doors lock by pushing and turning to the right, others require the customer to use the majority of his or her body weight to keep the door closed for the duration of use.  Veterans use a propped chair and go about their business.

(None of them are this nice in my hood)
     These shared laundry facilities are not entirely unpredictable though.  All of them have included the following: cute little kids sprinting up and down the rows of washers yelling in Spanish, a single-player Cruisin' USA arcade game (yes, the awesome kind you remember from childhood trips to the grocery store), and most thankfully, kindhearted four and a half foot Mexican women who first laugh but inevitably take pity on the white, privileged, college-educated goober who can't figure out how these mystical cloth-washing machines operate.  Breaking cultural and lingual barriers, these God-sends just smile at me and then demonstrate with amazing force the proper way to slam a dryer shut or snap the handle release on the door to allow me to retrieve my clothes.  

     After weeks of training, I finally ventured to the Lavandaria with confidence this weekend.  It went down something like this:












































Friday, February 17, 2012

"I'm heeeeeerrrrrree....."


First of all, in the incredibly unlikely even that someone's been anxiously checking this blog, desperate for an update, let me remind you that although it has been a long while now, I gave you fair warning in my first post:

"I'll be here with frequent* updates...

*Frequent = 3 in the next week, 2-5 for all of 2012."

So far my prediction's been just about spot on. So what's been going on since December 6th? A great Christmas with family in St. Louis, not enough writing, and the worst team in the history of college athletics won the national championship because LSU's entire team forgot to show up.

Oh yeah, and I MOVED TO NORTH HOLLYWOOD! About a week before leaving Dallas, it hit me that talking about the move was way more fun when it was still a safe distance away. Leaving great friends from college and church and having to go back to long-distance with my girlfriend is not a fun prospect, but my window of opportunity to try LA was quickly closing, so I think being out here right now is the right call. For further proof, I offer this quote:

“Live a good life. If there are gods and they are just, then they will not care how devout you have been, but will welcome you based on the virtues you have lived by. If there are gods, but unjust, then you should not want to worship them. If there are no gods, then you will be gone, but will have lived a noble life that will live on in the memories of your loved ones.” 
 Marcus Aurelius


The content of the quote has nothing to do with me moving to LA, but the way my brain chose to process the quote is quite relevant. The first time I read it (on someone's facebook wall, naturally), I thought, "Marcus Aurelius. Right, the old guy who's unjustly murdered by Joaquin Phoenix in Gladiator, got it." When Carlie's half marathon trainer told everyone in their group to find a motivational quote for the race, I told Carlie, "Oh I'll find you that cool one from Gladiator." I scoured Gladiator quotes on IMDB, yet it was nowhere to be found. Frustrated and hungry (the latter was coincidental), it finally it hit me: "Ohhhhh, that quote's from the REAL Marcus Aurelius!" It never even crossed my mind that it could be a historical quote from a real person. Lord, beer me strength.

So what have I done since arriving on the eve of Super Bowl XLVI? Well I went to Ikea and Target, cursed myself for going with "build-it-yourself" furniture and evaporating my bank account at the same time (last week's 30 Rock spoke directly to my life), acted in a weird short film with some SMU film friends, emailed every industry contact I can find who may be able to give me advice and/or a job, and binged on season 2 of Justified. It's a  modern shoot 'em up series that oozes Deep South and manages to be simultaneously ridiculous and realistic. God bless Elmore Leonard. But there I go getting lost in something fictional again. What was I saying? Oh right, of those contacts I've sought out, a staff writer for Modern Family and one of the producers of Good Will Hunting have already responded quickly and promised we could meet in person "when their schedules open up." Hey, I'll take it!



I also had the strange good fortune to find out a pair of siblings I know from high school in Mobile, AL now live in Hollywood as well and are pursuing improv and stand-up comedy, music, and writing. I spent my first Saturday night in LA having a drink with Britt Sanborn and watching her brother Brandon rock the bass for Lido Beach at the Roxy (Check them out! They've got a great sound inspired by The Foo Fighters, the good parts of Blink 182, and their own original flare, plus they know how to bring it live!). Britt is a Second City alum and has just completed a web series pilot called How to Succeed at Birth that will hopefully be expanded to half-hour series coming soon to your living room. It's nice to know I have fellow southerners  out here in LaLa Land -- even if they are originally from Chicago by way of Boston.


Come on Chase, playing a critical role in a catastrophic economic meltdown is one thing, but this is really crossing the line. If only it weren't so true...