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Is an amusing spectacle of a film with an awful lot of ridiculously boring bits. Alas, the guy playing Leonidas has no acting chops at all, and set against the rounded vowels and British consonants of the gentleman playing Themistocles (who actually can act), his tendency to pronounce "earth" "oyth" and rush out his lines as if speed is all that matters... is hilariously jarring.

This is a film which is actually aware of Herodotos: it has no clue at all about how to choreograph a battle involving Greek hoplites (protip: short shorts go stabby, not slashy, and CLOSE UP YOUR LINES), but it does speechifying to a very Greek length. Xerxes is distracted from war by sexytimes with a (sadly unattended by her own entourage) youthful and pale Artemisia, and there is some subplot involving a young Spartan and his affianced bride who follows him from the Lakedaimonian plain to the Hot Gates - afoot, without change of clothes or supplies - and much manly beating of chests and disclaiming responsibility among the Persian generals. The division the film makes between "East" and "West," "tyranny" and "freedom," also echoes Herodotos a little (tho' for the author of the History, the division was less "East" and "West" and more "barbarian" and "Greek"), although its expression here to my mind has as much to do with its Cold War context as any attempt at faithful historicity.

But it bears comparison with the Frank Miller/Zach Snyder 300, because - poor dialogue, bad acting and all - it tries. And cruelly whimsical as it shows Xerxes to be, it demonises none of its characters: all of them are men, not inhuman monsters, though some of them are over-proud tyrannical men.
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Tonight I watched two films, and was sufficiently not-exhausted to enjoy them both. The first was HMS Defiant (1962) a film set in 1797 and notable for a decent amount of ship-based claustrophobia, tight plotting, Alec Guinness and Dirk Bogarde. Also, we get some ladies at the very beginning to assure the audience that all this intense homosociality is not, y'know, sodomitical. Filmed in a time when sets were cheap and extras cheaper, it has some nice tallship scenes and quite a bit of flogging.

I like tallships. I also like Alec Guinness. And good dialogue.

The other film was Les femmes de l'ombre, which interested me rather more. The English release is known as Female Agents, which is a much less striking title than The Women of Shadow. Starring Sophie Marceau, Julie Depardieu, Marie Gillain, Déborah François, Moritz Bleibtrau, Maya Sansa, and Julien Boisselier, it is the story of a group of women recruited by the SOE and sent in to France to rescue an English agent and assassinate a German SS colonel.

Salomé allegedly took his inspiration in part from the life of Lise de Baissac. The film itself is afflicted by several dozen things which make no sense for history but make rather a lot of sense in the compressed time/space of a film - although it relies on coincidence a little too much on one particular occasion. It is visually striking, although there are one or two shots that lend themselves to confusion/over-emphasis - the director has reached for the most striking, most iconic image, and reached a bit too far. At times it sways towards hackneyed emotional beats, but on the whole it resists them in favour of something much more raw.

(I'd love to see what someone with more critical chops in cinema made of it.)

It is not a perfect film, and its has a lot to do on a moderate budget. (Including some understated but nasty torture scenes.) But it is a damn good one, and I recommend it wholeheartedly - especially to anyone who read and enjoyed Code Name Verity and/or Rose Under Fire.
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Not a film, from the trailer, that I'd ever thought to see. But when I read [livejournal.com profile] mizkit's comments on it, I knew I had to go.

I succeeded in going last night, despite a cold that's turned my faculties to snot and left my tonsils feeling as though they'd been glassed. And for a film with such a premise - paramilitaries take over the White House with the President and other hostages still trapped inside, make demands of a government in constitutional crisis - it is astonishingly good. Intelligently shot, well-acted, with dialogue that's clever and appropriate much more often than it's not, it even manages to pull off a modicum of political intrigue at the same time it's shooting SAMs from the roof of the White House.

It is really pretty damn good. The 11yo political-junkie girl saves the world! Channing Tatum's Muscles and Jamie Foxx do male-bonding things with rocket launchers. Maggie Gyllenhaal is NO ONE'S LOVE INTEREST. The White House tour guide gets a Moment of Awesome. ("Stop. Hurting. My. WHITE HOUSE!") People blow up the symbols of American political hegemony - that's always good. And there's a PSA: MILITARY INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX is BAD and OWNS A LOT OF POLITICIANS.

Jamie Foxx's President Sawyer is ridiculously young-looking for a president, and full of entirely too much PEACE LOVE INTEGRITY to be in charge of the world's biggest military bully. But as an ideal of the kind of people one could wish held political power? Yeah. I like him. Can we have one, please?

And Maggie Gyllenhaal is NOT FOOLED. That's pretty amazing, too. (Hey, people who are unimaginative enough to remake Star Wars? Age up the characters a bit and cast this one as Leia Organa and Idris Elba as Han Solo. That'd get me in your cinema.)

(Today is day two of the Invasion of the Snotmonsters. We have called up the reserves but remain on the defensive. Tea and blanket supplies are running low.)
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How in all the world is it possible for something that should be so ridiculous to be so AMAZINGLY FUN?

Guillermo del Toro must be the answer.

Guillermo del Toro should make all the GIANT FIGHTING THINGS films ever. Science fiction and fantasy film-making? Needs more Guillermo del Toro. He brings beauty and flair and makes the ridiculous sublime. The hideous beauty of the kaiju. The jaegars’ beautiful brutality. Idris Elba, outlined against the sun like the image of some martial saint.

IDRIS ELBA: AVENGING ANGEL.

IDRIS ELBA IS CANCELLING YOUR APOCALYPSE.

I agree with everything Aisha says here at Practically Marzipan. Especially YES YES YES YES YES.

It’s not perfect. But it comes a damn sight closer than most skiffy films I’ve ever seen.

And also: ROBOTS PUNCHING MONSTERS INNA FACE!
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Ralph Fiennes' Coriolanus (he both directs and plays the title role) is a film adaptation of Shakespeare's play of the same name, The Tragedy of Coriolanus. The language of the play is itself only lightly adapted, but the costumes and setting have been adapted to 20th-century: Fiennes' Caius Martius Coriolanus and Gerard Butler's Aufidius the Volscian are soldiers of a Rome and a Volscia that bear a marked resemblence to modern day small warring states - shot partly in Serbia, it's hard to avoid feeling that the film's physical landscape reinforces the Balkanised sentiments of its theme.

Messengers' speeches are not infrequently delivered by television announcers - and damn, Shakespeare's messengers sound natural on the announcers' tongues - and the Roman Senate is framed almost as a modern parliament. Coriolanus' mother wears military uniform in the more formal scenes, which lends pointedness to her speeches -

"I mock at death
With as big heart as thou. Do as thou list
Thy valiantness was mine, thou suck'dst it from me,
But owe thy pride thyself"

- in particular. It is a film filled with solid performances, and an interesting take on staging Shakespeare. Definitely worth a look.
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Underworld: Awakening was exactly what I wanted from a vampire film. While Kate Beckinsale's Selene proved rather more bloodthirsty than in previous installments and the magic child thing was a little weird, it was an incredible amount of fun, with a dark and gloomy air.

Columbiana was less fun, but Zoe Saldana more than proved her acting chops. The colour palette was a touch on the orange side, and once again (see also Haywire) we have an uber-competent killer woman playing against an all-male cast. But otherwise, a pretty excellent film.

I have been amusing myself lately by mentally reverse-casting The Three Musketeers. So far I have decided upon:

D'Artagnan: Zoe Saldana
Aramis: Jennifer Lawrence
Porthos: Zoie Palmer
Athos: Lucy Lawless
Richlieu: Maggie Smith
M. de Tréville: Lucy Liu [livejournal.com profile] la_marquise_de_ has pointed out Michelle Yeoh would be better for the role. (And I can't really argue.)
Comte de Rochefort: Claudia Black
Buckingham: Maggie Q
Louis XIII: Gabby Sidibe
Anne of Austria: Tom Hiddleston
Milady di Winter: Idris Elba
Constance: Michael Ealy

What do you think?
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If I had to use just one word to sum up what irks me most about The Avengers film, it would be this: wasteful.

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It's a sprawling film. But it's all glitter. No heart. A stellar cast exchanging zinging one-liners and trading snark barbs - although neither Scarlett Johansson nor Jeremy Renner seem to have the presence to hold their own alongside their co-stars - but when you take away Robert Downey Jr. cracking wise with perfect comic timing and Samuel R. Jackson glaring one-eyed at the world, what do you have left?

A lot of explosions.

Not much else.

*

Tom Hiddleston was pitch-perfect as Loki in Thor. He's still mesmerising, coolly amusing, and strangely charming even while going full-on Wicked. But in The Avengers he is a villain for the sake of villainy: his I am a GOD and you will BOW schtick is not a very interesting motivation for any character, even one who canonically has the universe's worst case of sibling envy.

His every scene seethes with energy and chill malevolence, but even Hiddleston's chops can't inflate the hollow shell that's Loki's reason to be bad.

*

Hollowness is a problem all over. Mark Ruffalo and Chris Evans bring both talent and hotness to bear on the roles of Bruce Banner and Captain America, but they have, let's be honest, very little to work with: a film that relies for its impact on its death-or-glory action should put a little more work into getting the audience to care whether its characters live or die.

Success, after all, is a given: one hardly expects The Avengers to destroy the whole earth before it even gets a sequel.

Hotness, while appreciated, on its own just isn't enough.

*

Thor and Tony Stark actually get a smidgeon of solid characterisation. They have pre-existing film franchises of their own, but they also get more face-time with Loki, who wants to best them in ways that are very personal.

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Let's not mention how white this film is, with the exception of Samuel R. Jackson. Or how American-centric: the end of the world can happen outside the continental states, you know. Or how male: don't tell me Marvel doesn't have another female superhero they could have used in place of Hawkeye.

But that would have made four women with speaking parts, and three women who get fighty with the boys: as it is, I'm not sure Agent Hill (played with understated competence and solid presence by Cobie Smulders) is even in the same room as Johansson's Black Widow at any point, much less allowed to exchange words with her.

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The Avengers is a film in love with its own conceits and its own hype, wedded to style - big, garish, flashy style - over substance. Take away a few of its toys - like the giant pointless ridiculous flying aircraft-carrier, WTF my suspension of disbelief, you pushed it, over - and given the script more snark and fewer pointless fighty bits, and it could have been so much better.

I am fond of fighty bits. I liked Battleship, for the sweet godless heavens' sakes; I watched Thor and the first Iron Man more than once. But there comes a point when fighty bits stop being entertaining and become ridiculously self-indulgent, and The Avengers hits that point rather early on.

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The Avengers: it entertained me less than Battleship.

Although it does have better snark, Chris Hemsworth (sadly not shirtless), and Robert Downey Jr (also sadly not shirtless).
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Battleship: not a good film, but a ridiculously awesome one.

I realise this is something of a contradiction in terms. Bear with me.

To be honest, one could skip the first ten or twenty minutes of the film and lose very little by it. Introductory material: our protagonist, Alex Hopper, is a screwup with an ego who'll do anything to impress a girl, and whose brother inveigles him into joining the US Navy. Meanwhile, scientists are sending out signals to a newly-discovered planet in the Goldilocks zone. Fastforward a few years, and Hopper's ship is on maneuvers with an international flotilla, and the signals have caused aliens to come investigate/invade (because Hollywood signals travel faster than the speed of light, as always).

Cue explosions, and a ridiculously entertaining amount of BOOM ALIENS EXPLODING SHIPS ALIENS BOOM.

I could live without the framing of the (blond, skinny, civilian) love interest as a collection of bodyparts whose father's permission is required for marriage. (Although she does get a small moment of awesome all her own.) But apart from that there is an un-sexualised female Navy PO (played by Rihanna) who fires the big guns. She appears to be the only lady in the Navy, judging by the film! But, still. It is nice to have a lady making things go BOOM.

This is basically space opera on the Pacific Ocean. There is character development (in small amounts) and a plot arc: solid tension, unprepossessing dialogue that occasionally breaks out into half-decent banter, and several CROWNING MOMENTS OF SPLODEY AWESOME.

Ahem. Sorry. Got carried away there.

The battleship of the title? Comes into play. Best over-the-mantlepiece battleship ever.

The last five minutes of the film are terrible and saccharine and my god we are here for the SPLODEY BITS not the sentiment people! MORE SPLODEY BITS!

It hit a bunch of my narrative kinks: do-or-die (do-and-die) bravery, last stands, nick-of-time reversals, splodey bits, a woman with a big gun.

In conclusion: REALLY GOOD SPLODEY BITS.
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So today I set out on my intrepid journey across Athens to find the one cinema (in the not-quite-a-suburb of Pangrati) that was showing John Carter. This cinema lairs in a shopping centre that is tiny even compared to Irish shopping centres, slightly dingy, and, well, all told? Not very prepossessing, although four storeys tall inside.

It took me an hour and some to walk across the city, and I had time to lunch on chips and coke in a nearby KFC outlet before I bought my ticket, since I'd left myself a Getting Lost margin that I turned out not to need.

I was the only person in the cinema.


John Carter is better and more coherent than the hot mess that was Conan (2011). It beats out Transformers and POTC: On Stranger Tides as well. In terms of coherency, it probably has an edge on the last Indiana Jones film.

Don't get me wrong, it's an entertaining film. But Taylor Kitsch, who plays our titular male lead, has only limited charisma and screen presence. He's pretty, but pretty isn't nearly enough to carry a film. His essential blandness wasn't helped by the directorial choice to play things large and exaggerated: much of the framing has a comic-book feel, and such a choice needs someone with screen presence (Johnny Depp, for example, or Liam Neeson, or Idris Elba, or Matt Damon) to keep it from veering into the cartoonish.

But it has airships and explosions and TWO WOMEN. A green woman with four arms (Sola) voiced by Samantha Morton, and Lynn Collins' Dejah Thoris, Regent of the Royal Helium Academy of Science. (She's the daughter of a king, but by god, she introduces herself as a scientist first.) These two women don't talk to each other. But in their own ways, they both drive the plot much more than the titular Carter. Who is out-charisma'd in every scene by everyone around him, but particularly by Collins.

Apart from the airships and a couple of moments of Pure Awesome involving Dejah Thoris (Scientist Princess!) it didn't hit my narrative squids. But it wasn't a wasted two hours, either: it's entertaining planetary romance, and airships! It has airships! (I forgive much for airships, and scientists with swords.)

Sadly, Dejah Thoris would be more awesome if she and the green lady ran away together, rather than falling in lust with John Carter. Her lust/love actions only make sense if she's trying to get him to join her cause, because really? What does a smart, tough girl like her see in him apart from his muscles?

Some nice touches: several random spear-carriers were women, and their armour (or lack of it) was just like everyone else's. Airships! Landscape shots.

Things that didn't make me happy: the Mysterious Ebil Guys' motivations are completely inexplicable. Apart from Destruction Gives Us A Happy, which is not a very sensible motivation?
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Operation See The Hunger Games accomplished. (I negotiated for my ticket in Greek and everything.)

That was a good film, despite the cinema sticking a bloody intermission in the middle of it. I'm impressed with the translation of the novel to the big screen: it feels very faithful. The first part of the film, up until the start of the titular Games proper, hits the emotional beats incredibly well, as does the dénouement. The Games themselves are well-paced and well shot, but I think the director backed off from some of the emotional ugliness there - the beats fell off, but I'm not quite sure I can put my finger on why.

Jennifer Lawrence has turned in a fantastic, nuanced performance. The only other things I've seen her in are Winter's Bone (quietly, understatedly, wrenchingly brilliant) and the hot mess that was X-Men First Class, which despite excellent performances from her and Fassbender and the other guy never quite managed to cohere into anything good.

Also, if anyone, oh, for example, wanted to gift me with the soundtrack for my birthday or something? I liked that soundtrack. I mean, a little overblown at points, but pretty decent.

Go see the film. It's pretty damn good. And has women! Who talk to each other!




Tomorrow I will have other things to say. About things like books, and Rizzoli & Isles and other suchlike matters. Until soon!
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"The Debt" is a strange and compelling film starring Helen Mirren and Jessica Chastain. Beautifully shot, with a solid performance from Dame Helen as retired Mossad agent Rachel Singer, and excellent performances from Jessica Chastain (as the younger Rachel Singer) and Jesper Christensen (as Nazi war criminal Dieter Vogel), it works best in its 1960s scenes of East Berlin, with psychologically real, tense, claustrophic drama. Viewed as a whole, though the film never quite coheres: I would have liked, at least, to feel more emotional investment in Helen Mirren's older Singer.


"The Tempest" is strange, compelling, and utterly gorgeous. Julie Taymour's screen adaptation of Shakespeare's final play stars Helen Mirren as Prospera, the exiled Duchess of Milan, and Felicity Jones as her daughter Miranda. Djimon Hounsou plays Caliban, and Ben Whishaw's Ariel is playfully, occasionally creepily, spirit-like. The rest of the cast is likewise excellent.

But Helen Mirren is the star of the show. She should play arrogant manipulative superheroes more often, because she's fantastic at it.

Really. Helen Mirren. Go watch it.
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Haywire's style is almost minimalist. Long stretches of stillness and understated camerawork are punctuated by scenes of intense violence, explosive in their impact and physically visceral. The violence is, moreover, counterpointed by the very ordinary locations where it takes place: a diner, a Spanish street, a dry-cleaner's, a hotel room. However integral to the lives of its characters, Haywire recognises the absurd shock - or shocking absurdity - when violence breaches the boundaries of everyday life.

Characteristic of this film is a willingness to let the camera do the work. There's no loud, emotionally manipulative score, no CGI, no impossible stunts - although the fight choreography is outstanding - and the dialogue, while believable, is forgettable in a way the visuals are not. Gina Carano as Mallory Kane has a physical charisma that completely overshadows the film's men, though her colleagues read like a who's who of Hollywood's most eligable bachelors (Channing Tatum, Ewan McGregor, Michael Fassbender - although Fassbender can almost hold his own when in the same frame).

In a way, I want to compare Haywire to Hanna: they have a similar understated, accomplished cinematography, a similar counterpoint of quiet and intensity. But where Hanna has the quasi-mythical logic of a fairytale, Haywire marries the spy thriller to the woman-done-wrong - although in Haywire's case, refreshingly, the wrong done is professional. It's tense and compelling, and although Carano is practically the only woman in the film, very little about her is sexualised: you always have the sense that you're watching an athlete, a dangerous one.*

If Haywire has a flaw, it's that it packs so much implication into the actions of the players - the contracting company, the Frenchman, the government, the Spanish bloke who works for the State Dept. - and never tries too hard to clarify their motives. "Money. It's always about the money," is the one clear statement we do get, and that's not quite enough. But on the whole, it's a small flaw in a film that gets many things right.

A little googling uncovered the fact that Haywire, like Hanna, was made on a budget of less than half of the 2006 average cost of a major studio production, and less than a fifth of the cost of 2007's Transformers. Which leads me to say: Hollywood! Make more films like this! Fewer films like that!

Yeah, anyway. Go see it. Gina Carano is worth the price of admission.

(Also? Bonus shirtless Michael Fassbender.)

*Which of course you are, since Carano competes (competed?) professionally in Muay Thai and MMA.
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Reader, I am still laughing.

Okay, Irene Adler? If that is her end, I will be most hideously disappointed. Because it was unworthy of her. And left me with a bad taste in my mouth/a desire to leave the building.

But I'm glad I stayed, because I have not been half as entertained in a long time. That was a blast. I'm ridiculously entertained by jealous Holmes and Holmes-Watson banter; Noomi Rapace was excellent, but needed more awesome and more plot (although I am content to stare at that woman's cheekbones for hours); and Robert Downey Jr.'s eyebrows are kinda mesmerising.

Many mantelpiece items were shown and later put to use. The climax was perfect, and the conclusion had me thumping my thigh and cackling.

I may be cackling for a while yet. That was good entertainment.
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Books 2011: 124-127


124. Sherwood Smith, Once A Princess.

Ebook. YA. Tolerably entertaining portal fantasy involving royalty from another world and handsome pirates. First book of two. Cliffhanger ending.


125. Walter Jon Williams, Deep State.

ARG thriller starring Dagmar from This Is Not A Game. Set partly in Turkey, partly on an RAF base in Cyprus: Williams makes the milieu feel right. Brilliant twisty story.


126. Susan R. Matthews, An Exchange of Hostages.

Out of print science fiction with a space operatic feel. Intriguingly grim, fascinatingly brutal, with an extremely well-drawn main character and solid prose chops. Recommended, if you can stomach reading about torture.


127. David Weber, A Beautiful Friendship.

YA set in the Honorverse. Not outstanding. Review forthcoming from Tor.com: I'll linky when it's live.





Film un-reviews

Way of the Warrior: Utterly forgettable Asian assassin Goes West, My Son, with a baby and a shitload of bad memories. The cinematography isn't brilliant, either.

Fair Game: Naomi West and Sean Penn star as Valerie Plame and Joe Wilson in this dramatisation of the Plame scandal. A well-cast, well-written, well-put-together film.

Attack the Block: Brilliant piece of low-budget science fiction. Aliens invade a block of London council flats, leading to showdowns with the local teenage hard boys, a nurse, and a couple of stoners. Excellent dialogue, tight writing, well shot, and a surprising amount of social criticism. And it passes the Bechdel Test in spirit, if not in fact. (I was distracted by the furry aliens with sharp teeth, okay?) Excellent.

Ironclad: After King John signs the Magna Carta, he hires a Scandinavian army to kill his barons and take back his absolute rights as king. A small band of warriors led by a baron and a Knight Templar seize Rochester castle with the intent of holding out until the archbishop of Canterbury can persuade the French to relieve them. A tense, brutal siege plays out to the final hours. Well written, well cast, well shot, with at least one strong female character - "I am not a sin," she tells the templar - and some fascinating bits of medieval siege warfare. Castle go BOOM! Excellent.
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Books 2011: 68-75


68. Mark Lawrence, Prince of Thorns.

ARC provided by Tor.com. A proper review should be forthcoming there, eventually. For now all I will say is that despite some pretty good writing, I did not like it.

Oh, and it's the opposite of a feminist book.


69. Ben Macallan, Desdaemona.

[livejournal.com profile] desperance knocked this one out of the park. It is urban fantasy, but the seventeen-year-old protagonist, Jordan, has a fantastic voice. He's been on the run for years, and seventeen for years, and the amount of interesting Cool Shit (tm) in one urban fantasy novel - well, I hope Ben Macallan will have other names, is all I can say.

Also, how can you object to a novel that opens with, "I might never have found Sarah in time, if it hadn't been for the banshee"?


70. Kevin Hearne, Hexed.

Sequel to Hounded. In this, the Arizona-based 2,000 year-old druid Atticus Sullivan has a spot of trouble involving rampaging Bacchants, World War II-vintage evil witches, and a neighbour with an RPG.

The Celtic myth bits continue not to make me want to scream - they're pretty well done, actually - the pace is decent, the voice is pretty good, if a little too modern for your average relic, and its sense of humour meshes well with my own. All in all, pretty damn good.


nonfiction


71. Brook Holmes, The Symptom and the Subject: The Emergence of the Physical Body in Ancient Greece. Princeton University Press, Princeton and Oxford, 2010.

An interesting, if long-winded, book on the development of the idea of the physical body, the soma, in ancient Greece. Thesis reading. Parts of it are fascinating, parts of it deathly dull.


72. Victor Turner and Edith Turner, Image and Pilgrimage in Christian Culture. Basil Blackwell, Oxford, 1978.

I'm cheating by counting this, since I skim-read it for the thesis on the advice of my supervisor. (It was mostly not relevant.) Folks interested in Christian pilgrimage in Mexico, at St. Patrick's at Lough Derg, and Marian Pilgrimage would no doubt find it fascinating. Me, I am still yawning.


73. Tim Mackintosh-Smith, Landfalls: On the Edge of Islam from Zanzibar to the Alhambra. John Murray, London, 2010. This edition 2011.

The third, and sadly final, book of Mackintosh-Smith's travel adventures in the footsteps (or footprints) of the medieval Islamic traveller Ibn Battutah. Brilliant, informative, garnished with some lovely turns of phrases, and illustrated with sketches from the professional artist Martin Yeoman. It's a very enjoyable book.


74. The Quran, translated by M.A.S. Abdel Haleem. Oxford World's Classics, Oxford University Press, Oxford, 2004. This edition 2010.

I figured, after studying the books of the other Abrahamic religions in college, that it probably behooved me to acquire a passing familiarity with the writings of Islam. Particularly since I'm starting to find the medieval Islamic world quite fascinating.

Like every most other religious book on the planet, it comprises long stretches of reasonably predictable exhortation followed by moments of interesting novelty. I wouldn't read it again for pleasure. But I don't regret having read it.


75. Euripides, Medea and Other Plays. Translated and edited by James Morwood, with an introduction by Edith Hall. Oxford World's Classics, Oxford University Press, Oxford, 1998.

This edition includes Medea, Hippolytus, Electra, and Helen, in that order. Reading them partly for personal satisfaction and partly as research, I found myself surprised by the decision to put Medea first. By any stretch of the imagination, Medea is by far the most stirring of the plays in this volume, and the other plays suffer by being read in its shadow.

But they are interesting plays, and this translation is fluid and readable.




Films recently viewed:

X-Men: First Class.

I have no emotional investment in the X-men franchise, so apart from the rather horrendous treatment of the female characters, this was an entertaining film. Although I think I am now decided that anything starring Michael Fassbender would be an entertaining film: I would watch Erik Lensherr: Nazi Hunter in a heartbeat.


Season of the Witch.

Terrible film. Terrible. I thought it was going to be an interesting medieval film about blaming witches for plagues, like The Black Death, but no. Oh, no. It was utterly terribly bad.

Even the Christopher Lee cameo is not enough to give me any pleasant warm feelings.


The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo/Man som hatar kvinnor.

Interesting and entertaining, if slow in parts. And occasionally brutal.


The Mummy Returns.

Entertaining, in the way that only a film that doesn't care if it makes sense can be. I really enjoyed watching it - but then, I was expecting it to be much worse.


Agora.

Watch this film. It is beautifully shot, beautifully written, beautifully acted - it is fantastic in so many ways. And not just because it is about the life and death of the philosopher Hypatia of Alexandria.

I caught myself crying in the final scenes. It's powerful, and moving, and understated, and complicated. Watch it.




And that's it for now.
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Hanna is a brilliant film.

It's a cross between a really fast, viciously intense, spy thriller, and the quasi-magical-realism/serendipity/fabulous incongruity of Hanna as she encounters civilisation for the very first time.

The cinematography is beautiful, if on occasion a trifle insert-warning-for-epilepsy here. The soundtrack is striking, and to my mind perfect. The narrative arc - the girl and her father in the cabin in the tundra, the choice to beard the evil witch/CIA handler Marissa Wiegler, the journey-as-coming-of-age, the moments of the fabulous juxtaposed against brutality - reflects in a very clever, measured way the picture-book of Grimms' fairy tales which is one of the only things (the other being a strip of passport photos) Hanna has of her mother. In an understated way, this is a very stylised film. It is also inclined to let you discover things from context, and it does not always choose to tie things up very neatly.

Saoirse Ronan brings an almost unworldly presence to the fey-wilderness-child-warrior character of Hanna. Set against this is Cate Blanchett's Marissa Wiegler, whose evil is signified by her immaculate apartment, perfectly coiffed hair, and knife-like stiletto heels.

Thank you, Hollywood, for finally giving me a thriller in which two of the three major characters (the other is Eric Bana, who turns in a decent performance as Hanna's father, but there's no hiding the fact there's much less meat on his character than on the other two), as well as some interesting minor ones, are female. Jessica Barden deserves a mention here for her portrayal of obnoxious but affecting British teenager Sophie, a role that did a lot to bring home Hanna's disconnect from the world at large.


Hanna is brilliant, fey, and brutal. I can't recommend it enough.
hawkwing_lb: (Criminal Minds JJ what you had to do)
I've been to see the Prince of Persia film.

In many respects, questions of its casting aside (Brother #2 really should have been playing the lead. With a face like his, he's wasted as a secondary character. Just saying.), this is a terrible film. It makes very little sense, its portrayal of female characters is not quite as bad as Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, and the dialogue and performance, with a handful of exceptions, is lackluster.

On the other hand, it has very pretty men, horses, camels, some really nice scenery, excellent if overwrought special effects, and more implausible action scenes than you can shake a stick at, which makes it very entertaining.

Ben Kingsley as Nizam turned in the best performance of the film, which, given the material he had to work with, is quite remarkable. Jake Gyllenhal manages to chew scenery with slight conviction, and his female opposite, Gemma Arterton, is sadly hampered by a script which renders her character as a stereotype of a "feisty princess." And the stunning Toby Kebbell deserves more to work with.

But I was entertained, and will be looking for films with Mr. Kebbell in them in future.
hawkwing_lb: (Criminal Minds JJ what you had to do)
I've been to see the Prince of Persia film.

In many respects, questions of its casting aside (Brother #2 really should have been playing the lead. With a face like his, he's wasted as a secondary character. Just saying.), this is a terrible film. It makes very little sense, its portrayal of female characters is not quite as bad as Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, and the dialogue and performance, with a handful of exceptions, is lackluster.

On the other hand, it has very pretty men, horses, camels, some really nice scenery, excellent if overwrought special effects, and more implausible action scenes than you can shake a stick at, which makes it very entertaining.

Ben Kingsley as Nizam turned in the best performance of the film, which, given the material he had to work with, is quite remarkable. Jake Gyllenhal manages to chew scenery with slight conviction, and his female opposite, Gemma Arterton, is sadly hampered by a script which renders her character as a stereotype of a "feisty princess." And the stunning Toby Kebbell deserves more to work with.

But I was entertained, and will be looking for films with Mr. Kebbell in them in future.
hawkwing_lb: (Criminal Minds mathematics is like sex)
The Dark Knight may not be a film made wholly of win - apparently Gotham city has a distinct aversion to women in starring roles - but it's at least halfway to excellent.

I went to the preview in the local cinema last night. It was hot - damn was it hot - and crowded; full, I suspect. But the audience was silent: I confess myself entirely surprised.

It has explosions, some decent-to-good performances, fisticuffs, and possibly some attempt at social commentary. But don't quote me on that: I was too much distracted by Christian Bale's muscles to pay it much attention (and I ignored it as probably being the sort of social commentary with which I tend to argue, anyway).

So, yeah. Not too bad.

Books 2008: 96

96. Ariana Franklin, The Death Maze.

I believe the US title is different. However, this is the sequel to the award-winning Mistress of the Art of Death, and as a historical murder mystery with attached intrigue and character development, not to mention excellence of historical verisimilitude, it is yet another book of the highest water.

Seriously. If you are going to read any murder mystery, or historical novel, read this one and its predecessor. They are very, very good.


Running: 3 intervals of 5 minutes and one interval of 3 minutes, separated by 4 minutes each, pushing.

Situps: 5 sets of 10 reps, 20 second rest period between sets.

Pushups: 3 sets of 10 reps, 30 second rest period between sets.

Writing: 2 notebook pages.
hawkwing_lb: (Criminal Minds mathematics is like sex)
The Dark Knight may not be a film made wholly of win - apparently Gotham city has a distinct aversion to women in starring roles - but it's at least halfway to excellent.

I went to the preview in the local cinema last night. It was hot - damn was it hot - and crowded; full, I suspect. But the audience was silent: I confess myself entirely surprised.

It has explosions, some decent-to-good performances, fisticuffs, and possibly some attempt at social commentary. But don't quote me on that: I was too much distracted by Christian Bale's muscles to pay it much attention (and I ignored it as probably being the sort of social commentary with which I tend to argue, anyway).

So, yeah. Not too bad.

Books 2008: 96

96. Ariana Franklin, The Death Maze.

I believe the US title is different. However, this is the sequel to the award-winning Mistress of the Art of Death, and as a historical murder mystery with attached intrigue and character development, not to mention excellence of historical verisimilitude, it is yet another book of the highest water.

Seriously. If you are going to read any murder mystery, or historical novel, read this one and its predecessor. They are very, very good.


Running: 3 intervals of 5 minutes and one interval of 3 minutes, separated by 4 minutes each, pushing.

Situps: 5 sets of 10 reps, 20 second rest period between sets.

Pushups: 3 sets of 10 reps, 30 second rest period between sets.

Writing: 2 notebook pages.

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