Sunday, October 17, 2010

Books and Book-films

Though other writers would have you think otherwise, there are a number of instances in which I will argue that the book behind a movie is better than said film.

Other individuals would have you believe that mere print can’t invoke all of the emotions that seeing a moment played out on a screen would. I’ve never really cried at a Harry Potter movie. I was shedding tears so much through the last quarter of Deathly Hallows the book that my mother told me to go upstairs and finish if I was going to cry because she didn't want me giving the story away. I would argue the reasoning stands better with feelings of anger. I read up to the death of Sirius Black in Order of the Phoenix and nearly threw the book across the room. I didn’t finish the book until nearly two months later because I didn’t want to come to terms that my (at the time) favorite character of the series had died. Upon watching Order of the Phoenix the movie, I began to harbor an intense hate for the face of the woman who played Bellatrix, and to this day I still dislike watching Helena Bonham Carter, although I realize she is a wonderful actress.

I was startled to read an article in my research on the decline of print media that stated books were unsatisfying to readers, because no matter how much you loved an author, you’d never be able to express it unless you met said author. I immediately thought of J.K. Rowling and how beloved an author she is, and I’d argue that sharing your love of an author with another is almost as good as telling the person themselves. Of course one author of a fantastic series can’t talk to all her fans. But sharing the love with others and having others read what you find, that’s an incredible feeling in and of itself. The way I think about it is almost spiritual, strangely enough: it’s okay if I don’t get to tell J.K. Rowling that I love her work because so many other fans already have. So many people appreciate her that I’m sure somehow she knows there are X amount of people out there that love her work even if she’s not met them. I recently read a quote somewhere, I think from Rowling’s interview with Oprah where someone came up to the author and said, “You are my childhood,” and she found it to be the most endearing thing. If I’d thought of it and I’d had the opportunity to meet her, I’d have said the same thing.

Then there’s just the fact that a film of a book will never equate to:

One—the experience of reading the book and the joy that one gets out of that (of course you would have to enjoy reading for this to apply to you, but given I do, it counts). Reading a novel lets you delve into a world both alike and unlike your own and lets you experience it as you so choose. If you imagine a character looks one way, your friend’s imagination very well might come up with another picture. Books, though creative themselves, allow the imagination to run wild.

Two—falls along the same line of thought; a director will never be able to perfectly match an author’s vision. This is especially true if the author is dead or if the story is especially fantastic and in need of CGI. Though Lord of the Rings the movie was beautiful, who can truly say if it was the late Tolkien’s real vision? And this is important because no one ever argues over the validity of a story. A million people will argue that Alice in Wonderland isn’t supposed to play out that way because it wasn’t like that in the book. If an author did the movie for their book, it’d be much less likely people would snap about whether or not things were “supposed to look that way” because the author, the person who invented the story fans cling to, made the visual for you. Though there might be the occasional argument that fans didn’t see some detail the way the author made it look, but the fault would subsequently fall on the reader/viewer for misunderstanding the text.

Three—many times a book is either too long or too short for a film adaptation, prompting cuts or additions that fans may or may not appreciate. Once again, this throws back to reason two.

Book-films are often enjoyable, even if they’re not done properly. It’s just a risky operation, increasingly so when the fan base of the story is bigger, because the filmmakers want to translate the story just right but they also want to be reasonable and cost-effective about it. I’m sure a “perfect” Lord of the Rings would have required about another two hours per film, but watching a 5-hour movie in a theater isn’t reasonable.

Then there’s the fact that some of my favorite films are based on books when I didn’t even realize they were. Bourne was originally a book series by Robert Ludlum. Yes it does make me feel a little bit like a hypocrite when I really enjoy a movie and then have no desire to read the book, but this often happens because I’m sure the book is more detail oriented and at this moment in my life I’ve not got the time for another book. (Excuses.) For cases like this, it’s more like I’m afraid the movie will let me down. I hold high expectations for an action-packed story like Bourne, but fear that the writing style may drive me away. Lord of the Rings, though a great story, the book was so heavily detail oriented that it was a struggle to get through. The story was still great, the scenes left out were wonderful as well and it made me sad that not everything made the cut. If I’ve watched a movie of a book first (especially if I’ve not realized it) it makes going to the book difficult because I’m afraid it will change my perceptions of what I thought was a great movie. (I will say my exception is with comic book-films. I happily flounce to the source material because I know it's easy to get through.)

Why do I do this? Maybe it’s because I’d like to think among all of the book-films that miss the mark, maybe that one is the one that did it. Maybe that one out performed its paper counterpart. Either way, book-films are sure to promote sales in both industries I love (which is something the book industry needs right now).

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Have You Tried Turning It Off and On Again, Tiger?

(Haa, clever IT joke.) In 2012, we’ll be getting a reboot of Spider-man. Marc Webb will be directing, Avi Arad will still be on board as a producer, and thus far we have Andrew Garfield (27) as the new Peter Parker and Emma Stone (nearly 22) as the new Gwen Stacy. The movie as of right now is being called a ‘reboot.’

Really? It’s a bit soon, don’t you think, Sony? Oh no wait you’re a massive money-grabbing corporation.

So lets review the previous Spider-man films that the producers are now saying they’d like to start anew.

Spider-Man

  • Released May 2002, directed by Sam Raimi, Avi Arad as executive producer.
  • Starred Tobey Maguire (then 26) as Peter Parker, Kirsten Dunst (20) as Mary Jane Watson.
  • There was this hilarious scene.
  • This was Marvel’s fourth film with big studios released after the 90’s. Blade, Blade II and X-men preceded it.
  • It broke all kinds of records when it opened. First to pass $100 million in a weekend, $821+ million worldwide by the time it was done in theaters.



Spider-Man 2

  • Released June 2004, directed by Sam Raimi with Avi Arad as executive producer.
  • Still starred Tobey Maguire and Kirsten Dunst, 29 and 22 respectively, at the time of release.
  • The posters, in my opinion, got better.
  • Marvel’s ninth movie (Daredevil, X2, The Hulk, and The Punisher all came out between Spider-Man 1 and 2).
  • It made $783+ million worldwide, and won an Academy Award for effects.


Spider-Man 3

  • Released (in the US) May 2007, directed by Sam Raimi with Avi Arad as producer, again.
  • Tobey Maguire and Kirsten Dunst still headlined, now 32 and 25 respectively. It also brought in Bryce Dallas Howard as Gwen Stacey, she 26 years old.
  • There was this.
  • Though the critical reception of the movie for the most part tanked, it proved to be the most successful worldwide.
  • It broke money records, highest opening day, worldwide highest day-long gross, so on. Worldwide, it made $890+ million at the end of it’s run.

There’s really no question why Sony would want to continue the franchise. These things bled money, and that’s before you factor in the toy lines and such. I would just like to point out rebooting the series five years after the last movie does not qualify as a reboot. It’s essentially going down a different strain of story. The Batman films? The originals done by Tim Burton and concluding with a little humorous flick involving Schwarzenegger and Clooney versus the movies done ten years later by Christopher Nolan? That would be an instance that uses the word “reboot” properly to describe the situation. Here, the studio has said this adaptation is going to be more faithful to the comics from the 80’s-90’s. They’re redoing it because they screwed up the first three so badly they even recognized the error of their ways. As far as source material goes, I never read Spider-Man. It doesn’t concern me, although I can appreciate the director and producers trying to stay closer to that source.

Other than I think it’s incredibly too soon, I’m undecided on how I feel about this. Andrew Garfield is growing on me since I got the new Entertainment Weekly:

Sexy geeks? Always a plus. I’ve gotta see The Social Network.

I never really got into the first Spider-Man films because when the first one came out I was 11 and thought it was super scary. I remember seeing it at a friend’s house and then having a nightmare of the Green Goblin setting the house on fire. I don’t think I even saw 2 until the week of the 3rd being released, because by then I was very into Marvel comics and wanted to see any and all put out. Funny how things change like that. I guess all in all, only time will tell if this proves to be a truly good idea or not.

Monday, October 4, 2010

The Internet Has Eaten My Braaain

My inability to keep a schedule with this blog frustrates me. When I was keeping a weekly post, it made me realize how quickly time was going by. I find myself in a conundrum.

Right, so once again the Internet went out, this time it died Friday night and didn’t come back until late Monday afternoon. Time and time again I was left grumbling and snarling about the shit connection in the apartment, and once again multiple people reminded me that I should have actually spoke to people who lived in my apartment before I moved in. But according to the managers, this problem didn't start happening until this year. The same managers that told me that their negotiations with the cable company shut out only Mac computers. Not sure who to trust. But the manager's nice. So it's hard to be mad to their faces. But then again it's not hard, because I'm taking an online class that is...online. And it can't be accessed when offline. Every two weeks we have about two papers and a project due in this class, that mostly take the form of webpages. It's not a big deal to me, I did the last project in maybe three hours, I'm used to coding pages, but still. The Internet we were guaranteed with rent needs to work. Especially given this is an apartment that caters to university students.

So this is nearly six days now in the past month that I've been without Internet, and on the one hand, I feel really really pathetic I can hardly make it a day without griping and getting upset that I can't get on the Internet. It's gotten to the point where I'm starting to disdainfully think a computer is worthless if it doesn't have an Internet connection (especially since I don't know where my Sims 3 disc is). I know this isn't right at all--computers have that inherent quality to compute things and they've got these nifty things that help write papers called 'word processors.' I've got photoshop and artistic ability, I could blow some time with art. But no, when the Internet dies I'm suddenly paralyzed and feel entirely cut off from the world. I'm left to check Facebook updates on my terribly slow connection on my phone (not a smart phone, so yes the connection there is bad) and run the battery down. For the past several days I've had to cart my laptop to campus and check email and do little bits of homework here and there, but when I know in the back of my mind the Internet doesn't work at home, there's such a finality to everything I do on the computer that I begin panicking that I won't get it all done between classes and then I'll be left in the dark when I go home.

It's terrible. I'm so paranoid it's just sad.

But on the other hand, knowing that I really can't go more than a day or two without Internet, I'm comfortable enough to admit this fact because I know a lot of people in my generation can't. Freaking digital age infiltration, and all. It doesn't bother me so much to say that because it's more accepted now. I've been hooked on the computer since I was a kid, and got into the Internet in my late elementary school years. I've always been a tech person.

And it just frustrates me to no end when I can't fix the problem. I think that--the fact that I had to call tech support over the weekend and they couldn't find the problem and couldn't send a technician until Monday--was comparable to twisting a knife in a wound. If I had access to the modem I could fix it. If I was at home, I could fix it, and then if I couldn't, I would be fine being mad at myself for not being knowledgeable enough about the hardware. Here? No. I'm left floundering in the darkness that is a broken Internet connection, having to wait for other people to come to the rescue when I know I'm perfectly capable.

On an unrelated note, I've started getting Nintendo Power magazines in the mail again after about a two year break. Huzzah! I'm excited and they're helping me expand my Christmas list. Also the latest Entertainment Weekly has The Social Network crew on the front, and I fully intend to see that movie soon and would be willing to do a little review. Then there's this upcoming assignment where we film students are going to be able to analyze any film we want in accordance to the Motion Picture Code developed in the '30s. I'm doing Iron Man 2 because it came in the mail last week and yes. Then I'm intending to shoot my second film project for the other film class tomorrow.

Fun times? Eh, sure. Stress? Hell yes.

So...be on the lookout for a possible post on the film shoot, and another on the wonderfulness that is Harry Potter (I've wanted to share my thoughts on it for a while, but figured I should wait until I refreshed my memory...and I started book 6 again this morning).

Happy Monday, everyone.