Saturday, December 26, 2009

Detective Story

I can't say that I've ever really been hugely into detective fiction. Sherlock Holmes and Arthur Conan Doyle have never really pushed my buttons. I did like The Great Mouse Detective, Disney's rodent version of Sherlock (maybe that is where my irrational phobia of rats comes from.... Damn Rattikin). And when I was in London town, I did do a little bit of sniffing around Baker Street tube station with its Sherlock silhouettes, complete with pipe and flappy hat.

Those silhouettes don't really look like Robert Downey Jr though.
An edition of Empire magazine when I was travelling last year hinted at 2 different feature versions of Sherlock Holmes feature films that were simultaneously in production. But the one that made me just a little excited was the Guy Ritchie one. He does clever action very well. Lock Stock was a phenemenal film - the multistreamed narrative, interwoven with coincidence and cockney rhyming slang. The unfortunately titled Snatch showed Brad Pitt to have a wicked sense of humour about himself, and the Pikeys and pigs held this film together.

Let us not mention his other films, 'cause Ritchie kinda dropped the ball on those ones... Including Rocknrolla, his supposed 'comeback' film. Oops, I wasn't going to mention it!

But he's done a fantastic job with this Sherlock Holmes. The action is fast and witty. Downey Jr is brilliant - and plays Sherlock as autistic, which makes vast amouts of sense really. The hyper-observant detective is multi-talented; science, boxing, weapons modification. Plus he is totally hot. His traditional sidekick, Dr Watson (Jude Law), is much less insipid that I usually imagine him to be. In fact, Sherlock tells the good doctor that the violence he brings is very useful.

The pair from Baker Street bust up a serial killer with dark, mystical, ritualistic overtones. The hints of modern politics and terrorism, the vague references to Masonic cults and the vaguaries of vigilante crime fighting make the Victorian tale a little more relevant than just a period/action flick might otherwise be.

Rachel McAdams is mostly kickarse as Irene Adler. She does some great technical stuff, and some wicked criminal stuff. But as the only female character in here, she does occasionally get demoted to the Damsel In Distress. To the film's detriment. But how else are they going to convey Sherlock's emotional connection to her than from saving her from some impeding destruction (again with the pigs, Mr Ritchie?) than swooping in to save her...? Surely there is NO other way to convey deep and irrational affection from an otherwise rational being like Sherlock than an act of daring heroism.

Do not see this film from the front row. Yes, Boxing Day is the biggest cinema going day in Australia. And yes, the first session we wanted to see was sold out, so we bought tickets early for another session - but we still ended up being late enough to have to sit in the eye-bleed section. And as per Guy-Ritchie-usual, there is a lot of speedy camera work. At the risk of sounding a little bit like David Stratton, I did feel a little sea sick.
Ritchie has done a great job. Downey Jr continues to impress. A great Boxing Day flick, for literally, all the family.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Zombies only want you for your brains

So, zombies, huh?
Seems like they are kind of everywhere. The omnipresent undead

Jane Austen has been busy again (almost as if she is a zombie herself, posthumously prolific, this chick), with the help of Seth Graeme-Smith, creating the deliciously disgusting and post-modern Pride & Prejudice & Zombies. Ever wondered why Darcy so suddenly turned from "she is tolerable I suppose" to "she is the most handsome worman I have ever met"? Its because at the ball where he DIDN'T dance with her, there was a zombie attack, and the kung-fu trained Bennett sisters went NUTS. And Eliza is apparently the best fighter of all.

Have you wondered why Darcy convinced Bingley that Jane wasn't interested? It's because he thought she had been bitten by one of the manky terribles!

And why did Charlotte settle for the really inpleasant and unhumourous Mr Collins? It was because she had been infected by the plague, and wanted to experience married life and have an honourable burial before she died.

The zombies are used to kind of explain all the bizarre conventions of Austenesque society, plus the incorporation of gratuitous violence into a bonnet-tale is a welcome refreshment.

And last night was Zombieland. In the vein of the fanfuckingtastic Shaun of the Dead, this is also a zom rom com. The nameless of characters of Columbus, Tallahassee (once accidentally referred to as Florida), Wichita and Little Rock join forces to cope in the post-apocalyptic ruined nation of the USA.

This film is gratuitously gory. More blood and guts and offal and sinew than any human needs to see. After about 15 minutes, you have to get used to it, or you may hurl (as my companion almost did. Still smiling), you pretty much have to make a decision to see it as tomato sauce and pieces of foam.

It is also high-camp ridiculous. Complete suspension of disbelief is required.

But it is great fun. Join the ride, and shoot the control box to let this film take you away. Killer one liners, really lovable protagonists and fantastic titles that are incorporated into the action the whole way through. Heaps of fun, but not for the weak of stomach.

PS The future of the zombies in pop culture is pretty safe, too. The P&P&Z film is in pre-production, and Zombieland II is set for release in 2011

Saturday, December 12, 2009

School Camp and A Smile Plays On The Lips

It has been long since I have posted. Things have been crazy busy - Orienting next year's year 7 Boys at the Factory, taking the Year 11s away from the Factory to the Gold Caost for school camp.

Aside from the Factory, there has been little to report. Much like most of my life for most of the last 2 years. A constant state of Report Monster/The Marker/Prep Woman as my alter-
egos.

But there may be changes afoot. Flux may be occurring. There will not be chickens counted yet. Though the scent of possibility leaves a grin playing on my lips that I just can't seem to budge.