How Will Ford's Westerns Change My Perspective?

It struck me last night, as I finished watching _She Wore a Yellow Ribbon, _that I might never be able to look at a western in the same way as I did before.

My current journey through the world of Johns Wayne and Ford has been a bit of a revelation. I’m going to mention the various discoveries I’ve made in future posts, but prior to Ribbon _I hadn’t considered the impact of these films on the westerns I’ve already seen. What effect will _The Wild Bunch have now? What about something like Unforgiven? Dances With Wolves?

After immersing myself in Ford’s directorial style and experiencing his often sentimental themes, what impact will Peckinpah’s style have on me?

I’ve got quite a way to go before I’m at a point where I’ll break off from Ford - I have The Searchers and Wings of Eagles_to go in the Ford/Wayne boxed set; a further Wayne set containing (amongst other things) _The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance; a Henry Fonda set containing My Darling Clementine, and The Grapes of Wrath; and various individual films like The Quiet Man, and Rio Grande - but once that’s done I’m going to work my way through the Peckinpah boxed set, and I’ll probably pick up Major Dundee too.

Signs of Life

I’m back. I think.

I have a few plates spinning now. I’m technology editor for the mighty Blogcritics; I’ve started my own technology blog called Techsplosive - there’s not a great deal there yet, but it’s coming, trust me; and I’m collaborating with Ashleigh on a gadget blog over at Ian Dixon’s The Digital Lifestyle.

The theory here, is that if I write more often, I’ll write more often. I’ve been stuck in something of an epic rut - the need to post massive, carefully constructed reviews/essays/explorations makes writing anything a bit of a chore. Incidentally, look for a post on that topic very soon.

If I can train myself not to post such epic stuff, my post rate should pick up, and things should come alive again.

Where does Techsplosive leave Food? Things’ll get a bit more personal around here, and there’ll be less tech talk. My reviews - Doctor Who’s back soon, the John Ford marathon will yield a long list of write-ups, and I have many exciting gigs ahead - will stay here. My rants about the latest crap horror remake will stay here. And hopefully a few more personal posts will creep in.

If I don’t have time to write a marathon review of something, I’ll post a short one. Write more, write more. I’m also looking at ways of posting from my mobile phone…maybe email.

If you want tech, point your browser/rss reader at Techsplosive. And Blogcritics. And The Digital Lifestyle.

It’s good to be back. Sorry it’s taken so long.

Weird Weather

I spotted something odd on the way home tonight.

Around half-way down the M69, heading towards Leicester, just off to my left, I spotted a dark circle in the sky. A perfect circle, no breaks or gaps, just…floating. As I got closer, I noticed it had a downward cone trail below it, and I started to think it was some sort of twister! Didn’t we have one in Brum not so long ago?

As I pootled merrily towards home, getting closer and closer to this thing, I started to think it was, genuinely, a hurricane of some sort. I’ve never seen anything like it before - this big black disc floating ominously above the motorway. And that’s where it was heading: right across the lane I was heading down.

So what happens next? Do I get sucked up, and thrown into one of the numerous green fields that sit beside the motorway? Do I get abducted by aliens, disguised as they are - never understimate how fiendish those aliens can be - as a freak cloud formation?

No. None of the above. I drive through it; _under _it to be precise, and continue on my way. I wondered whether I should hit the hard shoulder and take a photo, but the sorry excuse for a camera on my phone would’ve made it look like a blackout in a chocolate factory. Whatever that looks like.

I’m not sure that I have any weather experts/fans reading - can you even get fans of weather? - but if there are, or they happen to stumble across this, I’d like to hear from them.

Ghost Rider

I’m not going to give this a full review; many have been there before, so there’s very little I could add, in all honesty.

But: I will say I quite enjoyed it. There will almost certainly be two comments left on this post in the next few days calling me some sort of freak for enjoying such a terrible movie, but I did and I’m not ashamed to admit it.

It’s a fairly goofy character - we’re talking about a dude with a flaming skull for a head - but I thought it looked pretty good on screen, and made for some enjoyable set-pieces. Nothing earth shattering, nothing so oh-my-gawd cool that I’ll be rushing out to buy the DVD, but I can think of far worse ways to spend my time.

So - I liked it. There’ll be two peeps along at some point who’ll say they hated it, and I’m sure they’ll come up with some witty analogy that explains that they’d rather have their eyes sellotaped shut than sit through Ghost Rider again.

Grindhouse too hardcore?

[Cinematical](http://www.cinematical.com/2007/03/15/will-man-eating-a-baby- other-scenes-get-grindhouse-an-nc-17/) are reporting that Grindhouse might be having a little trouble with the MPAA. As a result, Tarantino and Rodriguez will need to cut some of the more extreme moments of the film to get the R rating that they’d like.

Wait a second - they want an R rating? This is Grindhouse we’re talking about: a film conceived to be a celebration of everything that’s sleazy, gory, and politically incorrect about horror films. Why should they care if it gets an NC-17 rating? The film won’t play in as many cinemas, but surely that the point of making something like Grindhouse?

It strikes me that there’s something wrong with setting out to create an extreme and dirty homage to a genre of film that would only ever play in unpleasant, back-street cinemas, and then complaining that your film will only ever been seen in establishments that exist outside of the mainstream. What did they expect?

The more I hear about splitting the film into two separate releases for anyone outside of the US, and trimming out the more interesting aspect of extreme cinema, the more I think I’ll be waiting for the DVD on this one.

New Bloggers

I forgot to tip my hat in his general direction when he started, but Mark “Captain Literal” Sheppard has been furiously blogging about Microsoft’s rather lovely PowerShell over at CaptainLiteral.Net. It’s turning into a fantastic resource for all your PowerShell needs, and I believe Mark could become a valuable member of the PowerShell community.

But anyway, enough about techy stuff (that should go over on Techsplosive - plug, plug - even if there’s no content yet) there are a couple of other new bloggers I should mention.

Andy Murdy has started his own blog under the guise of Colonel Irrelevant. He’s already posted a number of thoughts, and I expect more entertainment is on the way.

And last, but by no means least, Stuart Estell - who you may know from my previous posts about The Village Wakes - has created his own blog/site to showcase his music; it’s not a blog in the conventional sense, but it’s similar. It’s called, imaginatively, StuartEstell.co.uk. There’s some great music and information on there already, so download away.

Richard Stanley is Alive and Well…

… and living on YouTube!

Found via Joblo: two short films from Hardware and Dust Devil director Richard Stanley. They’re both well worth watching, and I just wish somebody would give this guy a chance to make a full length picture again. There are also a couple of music videos to be found, one of which was directed by Stanley, and features Dario Argento!

A word of warning: they’re a bit odd. But that should come as no surprise if you know Stanley’s work.

Edit: fixed videos. Damned rich text editors.

Movie Review: Yet Another 300 Review

aka I Didn’t Like 300!

Yes, I know world + dog has now reviewed this, but I don’t care ;)

[![300_Poster6.sized.jpg](http://www.istherefood.com/wp- content/uploads/.thumbs/.300_Poster6.sized.jpg)](http://www.istherefood.com /wp-content/uploads/300_Poster6.sized.jpg)Let me shout this from the very top of the review, as the doomed king Leonidas and his Spartans are so fond of doing: I DIDN’T ENJOY 300!

There, I’ve said it. I can hide my controversial opinion no longer. An army of fans - enough to put the fear of God in old Xerxes himself - is no doubt marching this way even as I write this. My review comes a little late to the party thanks to my location (why does the UK get everything last?), and it’s easy to attack something that’s met with success in order to court controversy, or do something different; but I can’t help the fact that, for me, a large part of Zack Snyder’s creation doesn’t make for very entertaining cinema.

For the record: I’m a fan of the original graphic novel, and a fan of Frank Miller in general. I’m also a fan of Zack Snyder, given that he took on a terribly unpopular idea - remaking Dawn of the Dead - and produced a damn fine movie as a result. There are moments in Snyder’s zombie apocalypse that throb with a visceral ferocity, and I had high hopes for 300. But that’s always my curse: high hopes = low opinion.

A note to the reader: at this point things get a bit spoilery. I’m assuming that, by now, pretty much everyone’s seen 300. If you’ve not, I’d recommend stopping at this point and coming back when you’ve been to your local multiplex and made your own mind up. And with that out of the way…

There are so many things wrong with 300; so many irritating elements that detract from what could have been a glorious whole. The ferocity that existed within Dawn _is, despite all the violence, missing from _300. Limbs are severed, blood is spilled, and many a beefcake is pierced by a Persian arrow. The problem is: none of it seems real, none of it makes an impact. It’s the overuse of CGI that’s largely to blame: you can’t make computer generated blood look the same way as real blood, it doesn’t stain the clothes and skin, it doesn’t splatter, it just sprays unenthusiastically, unsubstantially. It’s the same with severed limbs; prosthetics give a real sense of ouch when blade meets flesh, but the lightweight CGI limb removal in 300 just doesn’t hurt.

It seems that the battle sequences are supposed to evoke emotion and feel powerful simply because they’re sped up and slowed down at will by Snyder. While the choreography is at times impressive - one particular sequence sees Leonidas dispatching numerous identikit Persian assailants in a single take - the insistence on messing with the speed robs these scenes of any power. Stylistically they do their job - show slow-mo Spartan violence like never before - but I found myself unable to be enthralled by it.

Much has been written about 300’s use of colour, its striking visual style, and the fact that it looks nothing like anything else. And that’s true. I’d argue that, most of the time, it just doesn’t look very exciting. I found Miller’s original art style far more interesting to look at than its cinematic equivalent. Maybe I have a difficult time appreciating cinematography that’s been created on a computer - that’s something I never thought I’d hear myself think - but at times I was indescribably bored by 300. If the film had been produced using real sets, real terrain, and real environments I might be more impressed by it.

Style aside, I have issues with the performances. Androgyny is a difficult thing to do convincingly on film. More importantly, it’s a difficult thing to do seriously - Xerxes is neither. The God-king looks more like a Priscilla Queen of the Desert reject, than the almost-God he’s supposed to be. The problem is, how do you convey that on film? Couple that with a voice-over that sounds too much like a camp Michael Clarke Duncan to take seriously, and Xerxes lacks the awe-inspiring qualities every self-respecting God-King should possess.

Xerxes’ faults would be forgivable were the Spartans an impressive bunch, but even they let the side down badly. To give credit where it’s due, Butler impressed me: at times he conveys a surprising depth of emotion, and seems to have enjoyed making the film. Sadly, at other times he’s either bellowing orders (which he admittedly does quite well) or being witty. Butler is the best thing about the film, and my overall dislike isn’t his fault.

I also liked Andrew Tiernan as Ephialtes, the horribly disfigured man-beast that so desperately wants to be a Spartan. I actually had more sympathy for this deformed monstrosity than most other characters, Leonidas excepted. But that’s pretty much where I stop being impressed.

After seeing Lena Headey in The Brothers Grimm - God knows she was one of the few decent things in that particular feature - I was quite impressed, but she doesn’t perform very well here. As Queen Gorgo she’s still undoubtedly attractive, and there’s much of her on display - I’d argue far more than was really necessary, as king and queen perform a little mini Spartan Karma Sutra before the bold king heads off to meet his doom. Still, better give the adolescents some tits to swoon over, eh? Headey is saddled with a sub-plot we don’t need, and some of the worst dialogue in the film, so she’s not entirely to blame here.

Of the other assembled Spartans, only a few actually have speaking parts. Most just shout “HOI!” every now and then, and get impaled by something spiky when called upon to do so. Dilios (David Wenham) provides a voice-over that’s straight out of the novel, but at times totally surplus to requirements. More often than not his commentary is totally uninteresting. We don’t need to be told that someone is angry, as he helpfully points out at one point. There is so much silent aggressive shoutyness - an oxymoron that Snyder is way too fond of - to be in any doubt as to when someone’s a bit cross. Other “featured Spartans” include Captain, Stelios, and Astinos, each of which have problems of their own, thanks to “added depth” that didn’t exist in Miller’s original story.

Which strikes me as odd; at times Snyder has a seemingly desperate need to reuse many of Miller’s original frames. Flicking back through the novel upon returning to the comfort of my writer’s chair, it’s striking just how accurately the film reproduces the novel’s look. And, much like Sin City, you wonder “why bother?”

Snyder and co. have added some nonsensical and nauseating new elements that go above and beyond Miller’s original. The most obvious of these is the previously mentioned sub-plot during which the queen attempts to convince Sparta’s council to help Leonidas. There’s some ludicrously heavy-handed dialogue about “going to war illegally” and “sending this country’s sons off to war” which must have sounded very clever when the writing team dreamt it up. This particular sub-plot wraps itself up with the queen impaling pantomime villain Theron - shortly after he’s given her an impaling of another kind - and exposing his corruption thanks to the large bag of limited edition Xerxes gold coins he had secreted on his person. How neat and tidy.

Then there’s the thinly veiled homo-erotic buddy elements between Stelios (Michael Fassbender) and Astinos (Tom Wisdom). Not since Ice and Maverick have two hunks been so desperate for a little man-love. Things just aren’t meant to be for our star-crossed lovers though; quite early on in the film we’re told that Astinos is the Captain’s son, and from this point forward his card is marked. Admittedly, every member of Leonidas’ 300 strong party’s card is ultimately marked, but singling out this particular character so early on means that when Astinos does finally, and quite literally, lose his head, it comes as no surprise. It lacks any emotional impact. Worse: as the Captain, Vincent Regan isn’t capable of producing any real emotional reaction when he’s asked to, nor is he as convincing during the subsequent butt-kicking as Butler.

The battle sequences themselves have some additions, seemingly for the sake of eye candy. It appears that there were a few left-over War Elephants from The Lord of the Rings, and Snyder saw fit to include them here. There’s also a War Rhino, and a large, angry War Mutant. These new enemies only serve to make things seem less real, and subsequently everything seems less engaging. The Spartans are also assailed by a team of grenade tossing, Monty Pythonesque monk-types later in the film, resulting in much diving and rolling to avoid explosions and the resulting shrapnel. As with many other scenes, this all looks very silly.

Speaking of silly (and Python), the Ephors are more reminiscent of The Holy Grail’s Knights of Ni than Miller’s original creature. I half expected Leonidas to be tasked with locating a shrubbery. One, almost throwaway, addition that is visually simulating is Xerxes’ executioner - a bloated, blade-armed grotesque that’s more Clive Barker than Frank Miller. Sadly, the creature never appears again.

The final straw is an unnecessary final sequence showing Dilios returning to Queen Gorgo. Leonidas’ last thoughts - “My Queen. My life. My love. Be strong. Goodbye.” - are enough of an ending, and demonstrate, if we needed a further demonstration at this stage, that he’s sacrificing everything for his wife and son. We don’t need to see Dilios returning to Sparta; it’s an indulgence that Miller resisted, and Snyder should have followed suit.

It’s no wonder Miller is now thinking of directing. Snyder’s additions and directorial style are precisely the reasons that 300 doesn’t work as a meaningful piece of cinema, and I can’t help but think that he’s missed the point a little. It’s too long, thanks to the unneeded additions, and contains too many jarring styles, both in terms of dialogue and cinematography. Had the film been truer to the source material, and yet conversely had the confidence to define its own style, it would have been far more interesting.

Regardless of its lack of cinematic worth, 300 has pushed many of the right buttons with audiences. I can’t help but feel a sense of impending dread as a horde of similar comic-book adaptations march over the hill. I just hope Snyder’s Watchmen adaptation isn’t one of them.

Menori Weirdness

As some of you may know, I host Gary’s blog - Menori - for him.

Is There Food? has just moved hosts but, for now, Menori is still alive and well on the old host. Or at least I thought.

The site seems fine, but the FeedBurner feed seems to have ended up pointing at me…somehow. Don’t ask me how: I have no idea. I don’t have access either, so I can’t attempt to fix it. Gary - if you read this while you’re away, get in touch.

As a temporary measure, I’ve turned off FeedBurner redirection from Menori, so if needs be readers can access the default feed for the site. Normal service will be resumed asap.

For now: welcome aboard Menori readers! And apologies for the weirdness!