jeriendhal: (For Your Safety)
 So recently I've been watching THX 1138 and it got me to thinking about how to apply that film's immersive storytelling techniques to the For Your Safety universe.

For those of you who haven't seen it, THX 1138 is George Luca's other science-fiction world, first appearing as a short student film made when he was at UCLA, and then expanded into a feature film starring Robert Duvall and Donald Pleasance. Duvall play THX, a worker in an underground dystopia, where everyone is bald, most of them are drugged out of their minds, and laws are enforced by silver faced androids dressed like motorcycle cops.

There isn't much plot to the film. THX's roommate sabotages his supply of sedative pills, and shortly she's killed (offscreen) and THX finds himself in a white void of a prison, until he escapes with Pleasance, and eventually reaches the outside world at the climax. Not very different from a hundred similar films, except in the rather unique way Lucas films it.

If you're not young enough to remember when Star Wars came out for the first time, back when it wasn't even A New Hope, back when this single film was all that we knew of the Star Wars universe, it's hard to understand how weird this film was. Aside from the opening crawl nothing is established, and there's none of the "lore" which nerds like me spend entirely too much time arguing over. After the attack on Princess Leia's cruiser, for a good quarter hour the movie focuses on two robots, plopped into the middle of a desert, and coming upon Luke and his family. And we know next to nothing about the world. Who are those weird short people in the brown robes collecting junk? No idea. What's a moisture farmer? Ain't got a clue. Why is the milk blue? I'd rather not think about that one. But it sucks us in, because while we don't understand how this world works, the characters in it do, and we are willing to go along for the ride until makes sense.

THX 1138 works on the same principle, but it's for a 90 minute movie. Nothing is explained, no empires are toppled, there is no "Big Bad," but it's plainly obvious from the start that something has gone wrong in this place, and it's holding together only by inertia and the fact that everyone is too numb to do anything about it. Indeed, the one time a character physically confronts one of the cop androids, it topples right over without a fight. We're drawn in by the extraordinary sound and image montages, overwhelming the audience with information but offering no context, so all becomes a blur and we're swept along in film like THX is swept along by his circumstances.

And if For Your Safety ever became a film, I'd like it to be something like THX 1138. Explain nothing. Just show one character going through their day in a world that sorta makes sense, but is obviously alien in a way the character can't recognize but the audience can. Think how amazing it would be the first time a character casually walks outside, and the camera just pans past the Earth hanging nine times as large as the Moon in the sky, and no one but the audience realizes how wrong that is.

jeriendhal: (Ali)

I realize "Ali Must Suffer" but I'm not going to generate a H/C Bingo card just for her. I'm not a monster.

Okay, maybe I am, but I'm not going to enjoy it.

Much.

 
jeriendhal: (Chicken)
This is the body of an email I just received at work. Verbatim

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jeriendhal: (Wazagan)
Scene: Bob, a Vin Diesel-ish “Nice and Built Like a Brick Wall” kinda guy gets a call on his cellphone.



Bob: Hey, Sarah. What's up?

Sarah (at a loud party): My friend Angie needs rescuing from a creep at our office party.

Bob (nodding in understanding): Okay. Does she need a husband, boyfriend, or a brother?

Sarah: Brother would be best. There's another guy here she actually wants to date, but he hasn't figured it out yet.

Bob: Got it. Do you want Angry, Concerned, or Mom Called and It's Important?

Sarah: Why don't we go with Concerned, with a side of Looming Intimidatingly?

Bob (grins): I can do that.

(ten minutes later Bob has extricated a grateful Angie from El Creepo)

Angie: Thanks. That was really smooth. Have you done that before?

Bob (takes a bow): Oh, yeah. One thing the girls could count on at my college was that I was always available for a rescue and that I'm as gay as a rainbow unicorn.
jeriendhal: (Wazagan)
So I was Googling information about Rube Goldberg, and found out he had a son named George W. George (Rube insisted both his boys change their last name during WWII because of all the political heat Rube was getting over his editorial cartoons). George W. George got into show business and produced among other things the film My Dinner With Andre which is famous for being just one long scene with two characters chatting over dinner.

So the son of the man so well known for creating overly complicated devices to do simple things, produced a Hollywood film with one the simplest setups possible.
jeriendhal: (Wazagan)
Okay, follow along with me here…

This came about when I got to thinking about how “magical” healing worked in both universes. If you look closely, they have a lot in common. The both require at least some basic medical knowledge, they both tend to generate heat and other unpleasant effects if you overdo things, and the energy required can be replenished is slightly disturbing ways. In the Five Gods verse it’s by having your demon murder vermin, and in the Wide Green World a Lakewalker can Ground rip up to small vermin (but mind the apple pies). Also much of the “easy” healing is by destroying, whether it be by killing intestinal worms or lightly ground ripping a tape worm out of someone’s stomach.

Also, there are the similarities between demons and malices. Both lack bodies when they first appear, both need to steal or make one to get anything done, both can control another person’s body, and both can do “magic” in a similar fashion. The only differences are the level of power and range, with malices, even small ones, seeming to be much more powerful.

So how does that jibe with what Dag told Fawn about Lakewalker history? Well, for one thing it was a thousand years ago, some of the information may have been distorted and lost in the cataclysm. And at least in skin tone, there seems to be a bit of similarity between Lakewalkers and the Roknari.

So where did the Malices come from? I’ve got an idea. )
jeriendhal: (Wazagan)
With Rogue One coming out Friday, I got to thinking about Darth Vader and how he's integrated into the Imperial job structure. I like to think he's listed on some org chart as something utterly innocuous like "Resolutions Specialist, Pay Grade IS-15" or the like. And some poor schmuck from Accounting has to periodically knock on Vadar's office door and shake the receipts out of him after his latest mission.

"Lord Vader, I understand you're following the Emperor's orders, but I've got Cloud City administrators yelling for compensation after you trashed that carbon freezing chamber. You can't just keep listing stuff like that under Miscellaneous Expenses, sir."
jeriendhal: (Wazagan)
From my as yet to be written remake screenplay of "Santa Claus Conquers the Martians."

Scene: Newscaster set. As the newscast goes on, ticker at the bottom of the screen displays various messages, "Wooden block and toy train stocks tumble. NYSE suspends trading" "UN states "Give sanctions more time."" "Jack Frost, Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy assure world "Toys will be delivered on time.""

Newscaster: With Santa's kidnapping by Martians confirmed, other major myth logical figures have been vocal in their support for Santa, including from at least one unexpected quarter.

Scene: Cut to a dark cave lit by bursts of flame in the background. Standing in front of the camera is Pitch (Bill Corbett), in the traditional red devil suit, face paint, and plastic pitchfork) and screen label "Pitch, Spokesdevil for the Forces of Darkness"

Pitch: While of course Lord Lucifer has significant philosophical differences with Mr. Claus, this sort of unwarranted attack on a beloved mythological figure cannot be condoned, and the forces of Hell pledge their full support behind Santa and his wife in this time of crisis.

Hmm....

Jul. 28th, 2016 12:56 pm
jeriendhal: (Wazagan)
I had a really clever post to write, but then my brain rebooted.

In other news, The Red Vixen at Sea is chugging slowly, while Rise of the Ring remains at dock.

Also, K-Tel Records still exists, which surprised me a bit. I wonder whatever happened to my family's copy of Hooked on Classics?

jeriendhal: (Wazagan)
"Why can't they bring back the woolly mammoths? They're probably as trainable as elephants and they're all cute and fuzzy. But nooooo. Gotta bring back t. rexes and velociraptors every fricking time."
jeriendhal: (Wazagan)
...the audiobook of the original novel, not the classic BBC miniseries, which follows Claudius up to his impromptu crowning as Emperor after the assassination of Caligula. Most of which consists of him being repeatedly humiliated by most of his family and generally treated as a stammering idiot despite his skill as a researcher and a scholar.

And for some reason this got me to thinking about a YA mystery novel I read as a wee lad called Detectives in Togas, set in Ancient Rome. Because now I want to update it with a bunch of kids helping gather clues for Claudius as he solves mysteries while simultaneously doing his best not to appear too smart in front of his grandmother Livia.
jeriendhal: (Wazagan)
...at what point can it be positively stated that an author is writing fanfic in their own universe?
jeriendhal: (Grumpy)
Here's a dirty little secret of mine.

I don't like writing villains. At all.

This came up as I was reading a story my wife has been working on. Along side the budding romance between the two protagonists, we see glimpses of the villain stalking them. He's a rather reprehensible fellow who sold his soul to be able to be the perfect musician, but without any passion in his work. My wife was enjoying writing from his POV, but I was uncomfortable reading his bits, which was basically a long litany of puppy kicking. It took me a while to realize that I just don't enjoy getting into the head of someone completely reprehensible.

That isn't to say I can't do it. Most notably the ending of CotRV is from the former Countess Highglider's POV, as she's processed into the mental institution where she'll be spending the rest of her life. But she isn't thinking about puppy-kicking at this point, she's more concerned about finally being reunited with her son in the facility, which from her perspective means she's won. [1]

But outright unrepentant evil, like her wife abusing son? Like Bloody Margo sending poor little Ali into the ducting to murder children no older than herself, over and over? I don't want to get into the heads of people like that. As I've gotten older I've gotten less and less tolerant about reading about cruel people doing cruel things, which is probably one reason I've never felt any need to read Game of Thrones and similar works.

My antagonists are, as my footnote states, the heroes of their own story.[2] Countess Highglider? Getting justice for her son's cruel imprisonment. Salli's mother? Preventing her daughter from marrying a murderous lunatic. The Groupmind? Saving Humanity from choking on its on wastes. All heroes.

I like reading, and writing, about clever likable people overcoming obstacles. Which is probably one reason I've been a life long fan of Lois McMaster Bujold and similar authors. Reading and writing about their opponents gives me no pleasure.


[1] If you're gonna write from the villain's POV, the best rule to remember is that they're the hero, at least from their own perspective. Witness how the first Kung-Fu Panda had to be re-written to make Tai Lung less sympathetic, adding in his attempted destruction of the village in the valley to justify his imprisonment. From his POV, he was just getting the reward he'd been promised from his life of training, which had been cruelly snatched from him by Master Oogway and his foster father.

[2] Okay, there's Bloody Margo, but you'll note I've only written one brief scene with her directly. Most of her villainy is off-screen, and spoken about with dread by the protagonists.
jeriendhal: (For Your Safety)
My brain is stuck on a very random scene in the unwritten, no plot determined YA novel based on the FYS verse. I keep seeing our group of heroic teenagers not so randomly washing up on an island in the middle of a large sea on the Ring, to find themselves in the company of Anna Quisling and the Great and Powerful Khan. Which starts with them getting escorted to Khan's throne room, where Anna introduces him to the group with a full blown Bollywood musical number and just gets sillier from there. It doesn't help that I keep seeing Anna being played by Kelly Hu.

(teens stare gobsmacked after the musical number ends)

Anna: Aw, come on! It's not like I get to do that very often!

Then later:

Anna: Sell out humanity to our Robot Overlords once and they never let you forget it!

Somehow it turns into a Secret Test of Character where Khan is seeing just how far the teens are willing to free the human race from the Groupmind, which ends with Khan deliberately scaring the crap out of them to make the teens rush off to the next plot point.

Anna: (watching the kids run of in the distance) Khan sweetie, that was mean.

Khan: Well I am a villain, dear.
jeriendhal: (WTF)
Okay at the risk of making a piece of "FANFIC THEORY THAT WILL BLOW YOUR MIND!" clickbait, I just got to thinking about the first PotC movie, and realized that the implied threat driving the plot doesn't make any sense.

Okay, consider this:

1. Barbarossa and Co. steal the Aztec treasure, throw the gold around, get cursed, and are turned into a bunch of disguised undead, unkillable skeletons.

Oh, and their boat is kinda undead too.

Along the way they steal the Black Pearl from Jack, and chuck Will's dad overboard.

2. Though this now makes them very effective pirates, they decide the whole Can't Taste Food thing kinda sucks.

3. They then spend the next ten years or so hunting down all the pieces of gold so they can be mortal. Oh and they need to find Bootstrap's kid to complete undoing the curse.

Stop and think about this for a moment. Rather than being unstoppable killing machines, they want to be mortal.

Why the Hell do the heroes fight so hard to stop them from succeeding?

Yeah, there's a blood sacrifice involved, but as Barbarossa very definitely shows when he thinks Elizabeth is Bootstrap's daughter, the amount blood is relatively trivial. At that point in the movie he's demonstrated no particular personal animosity towards Will, so there's no reason to think that he would take any more blood than he does from Elizabeth.

In the climax of the movie the undead pirates are busily curb stomping the Royal Marines. As soon as they're mortal, they're beaten relatively easily. Once they get what they want, they go from the Number One threat on the high seas to just another bunch of mangy pirates.

I realize most popcorn movies don't stand up to close examination (just why did Loki go to all that trouble to be captured in The Avengers?) but even by those standards the plot doesn't make much sense if you think about it.
jeriendhal: (Wazagan)
They stared at the modest entrance (for multibillionaire versions of modesty) of the home. If it weren't for the size of the lawn it wouldn't be much bigger than the average mid-20th century rancher.

"It's funny."

"What?"

"For a guy who made his reputation as a straight shooter, you wouldn't think he'd have a Latin motto above the front gate."

"What's it say?"

"Latin sunt uaniloquentia... Oh, cute."

"What's that mean?"

"'Latin Mottos are Pretentious.'"
jeriendhal: (For Your Safety)
So I'm doing some pondering about the next two FYS releases. As the plan currently goes, I'm going to divide them into separate collections of my various shorts, the first in the period just before and during the Groupmind Uprising, and the second after everyone wakes up on the Ring.

At the moment, the tentative title for the first collection is The Fall of Man. Generic, but I can live with it.

The best I can come up with for the second will be The Rise of the Ring. Which I don't like for two reasons. One, it's alliterative, which tends to annoy me for no rational reason. The second is that the Ring isn't a character or an iconic backdrop, in the way that Niven's Ringworld was. The thrust of the stories are about Man, the Morphs, and the Groupmind. And Rise of the Groupmind doesn't make sense either because it's already done all the Rising it needs to.

Meh. Maybe The Fall of Earth and then The Rise of the Ring?


This is what I do instead of finishing the damned stories...
jeriendhal: (Wazagan)
Okay, follow along with me.

The Problem: Mars is a crappy planet to try and land on. The atmosphere is too thin to aerobrake during re-entry, you need huge parachute, but there's just enough air to burn anything coming down to crisp if they don't have a heat shield. At one ton the Curiosity rover is the biggest thing we've been able to land. Anything with humans on board must be a lot bigger. Maybe too big for chutes and retro-rockets.

The Solution: Obviously a thicker atmosphere would help with the chutes and braking, and make the weight of that heat shield worthwhile. So obviously we should start dropping comets on it to thicken the atmosphere first, then land humans.

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What?
jeriendhal: (Wazagan)
This is how the world ends.

Not with a bang.

Not with a whimper.

But a gentle sigh, and the words,

"We promise we'll do better."

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