Friday, March 27, 2009

Dacrylagnia

Is one of my favorite words that I learned from the internet. It's a whole story in one word. I haven't gotten around to actually writing that story down, but it seemed a good title for a twisted little tune.

Also present in this virtual B-side is the opening piece of my new project. It's a mind-massaging bit of 11/4 rhythms and tone clusters that I put together just today. It's a funny wine, not what you're expecting, but you may like it.

Dacrylagnia

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Three Thoughts On The Watchmen Movie

1. The violence is too much. It's over the top, it's grim and gritty, it's the too-cool and too-desensitized thing that Watchmen(the comic) more or less created and that Alan Moore has regretted for twenty-five years. V For Vendetta(the movie) had exactly the same problem - the message of the story was buried beneath a layer of Awesome Badass. Violence that existed in the comic, and which the nature of comics allows the reader to dwell on exactly as long as he or she wishes, is made so gory and brutal that it must become a spectacle. The sadly formulaic superhero fight scenes drag the film down, and the ultimate tragedy? This brand of action is not even that entertaining anymore, though at least Watchmen's cameramen have the decency not to throw their cameras down a flight of stairs and call the result a fight scene. The sound effects, each one lovingly crafted to make each punch sound like a steamroller flattening a horse, are terribly distracting. Is that guy dead? Oh, no, he's fine. Wait, what about that time? It sounded like his entire skeleton was shattered into a million pieces. Nope, he's getting up again. Huh, I thought these guys didn't have super powers.

2. Otherwise, the movie was amazingly well realized. Doctor Manhattan alone was worth it. The crowd giggled at the big blue wang(not to mention the sex scenes) but I expect it was a horizon-broadening experience for them nonetheless. The movie did have a tendency to push the awesomeness of each moment so hard that at times it crossed into the numb emotional gray of a pop album where the volume is compressed like a TV commercial. It was tiresome, and as a fellow movie-goer put it, "difficult." But it's safe to say that pretty much anything that wasn't a fight scene was astonishingly good, and sometimes beautiful. When Matthew Goode delivered the famous climactic line, I was trembling with awe and excitement, and loving it. And if they didn't quite fit in all twelve cover images - the turning bottle of Nostalgia, ironically, was the most noticeable omission - Oh well. Close enough.

3. Alan Moore's name is not on the movie, and his fame spreads nonetheless. The man is officially the Philip K. Dick of our times; the culture has recognized his brain as a badly needed source of nourishment. I hope he has occasion, someday, to reflect on this, weigh the good and bad, and come out feeling positive about the experience. This is probably me being absurdly naive, so let me rephrase that: I hope the culture doesn't devour his brain too messily. We don't get brains like that every day. It takes a miracle.

Monday, March 9, 2009

Doctor Who: Alpha Male of Nobody

Of all TV shows, Doctor Who is the closest to my heart. I watched PBS reruns of John Pertwee, Tom Baker, and Peter Davison when I was very young. The imagination and intelligence of the show appealed to me. I didn't notice its weaknesses. The slow pace, and the cheesy special effects - maybe, in a way, they made the show even more appealing, because the show was telling me, again, use your imagination. Just like you do when you're wandering the woods on a winter day, pretending you're on an alien planet. There's probably only two pieces of pop culture you need to see to understand my childhood, how happy and fulfilling those endless seasons were. One of them is Doctor Who. (The other is The Legend of Zelda.)

The show's hero, known only as The Doctor, has certainly influenced me, though he is so close to my childhood that it's difficult to tell the trees apart from the forest. I hesitate to blame my eventual personality on him; perhaps this is only coincidence. Or maybe it's enough to say that his example gave me permission to develop certain antisocial tendencies.

Generally, I think the Doctor is one of the best role models on TV, because he's a superhero of the intellect, and we don't get enough of those. His science may be sketchy, if not laughable, but the point is he uses his brain to solve his problems. Do you realize how many superheroes there are, and how few of them work this way? Even Batman, a smart fellow who defines himself by an avoidance of lethal weapons, ultimately closes each case with his fists. Superman may have a superbrain, depending on who's writing him, but he doesn't need it. He can laser a hole in your head just as easy as look at you. The Doctor is the number one brainy hero, and I'm not even sure if anyone deserves second place.

Of course, role models have a way of letting you down. A lesson for an older child; models are never the same as the thing they imitate. Never quite realistic. The Doctor is an outsider and an alpha male at the same time. He doesn't care, he drops out of the competition. But sooner or later everyone around him is forced, by his genius, to recognize his alpha status. They submit to him, even though they don't understand him. Because his brilliance is overwhelming. 

I've been waiting my whole life for that to happen to me. For a long time I thought I had dropped out of the competition, but in fact I had only redefined it, naming myself Alpha Male of Nobody. I don't have to prove anything to anyone, because I'm outside and above. I thought I was independent, but it doesn't work that way. Without recognition to feed my ego, I disappear. 

It's not enough to just be the smart guy. Except for limited moments of recognition in academia, or gaming, or internet posting, the world does not submit to the smart guy. And anyways, in the rare case that it does - Well, that's how things like Scientology happen. The smart guy is no less corruptible than anyone else, when people start believing his hype. Smart guys do save the day. They do it a lot, more than they get credit for. But they do it slowly, methodically, and often without enough foresight. There are always drawbacks. Smart guys create a new world that's better and scarier than yesterday's.

The new Doctor Who series is much more refined than the old one. Its pace is too fast and it's still capable of embarrassing itself, but overall it is a smarter and more self-aware show. The new show devoted an episode to what happens when people don't recognize the Doctor's alpha status. It was called Midnight. It was scary, and realistic, and maybe I should have seen it when I was a kid. I don't know. It's the forest for the trees - I can't tell.