Friday, 20 April 2007

Sunshine


In the not-too-distant-future, the sun is about to peter out. A crew is sent to re-ignite it with a nuclear bomb; when they fail, a new team is sent to finish the job (seven years later). But they find that flying to the least hospitable place in our solar system and staying alive is no supersymmetric matter.

Although Sunshine is not on my list of 2007 potential blockbusters, this proved to be a dark horse in the realm of sleeper sci-fi thrillers. While most deep-space films aspire to create a fear of the vacuous dark, Sunshine will leave you afraid the sun.

Helmer, Danny (28 Days Later) Boyle, proves again that there is no film genre that he can't successfully tackle. His venture into the claustrophobia of spaceship living, aggressively hissing pistons, bellowing alert signals, and clanging corridors stretching darkly into certain doom, certainly resembles any number of iconoclastic space odysseys from the past. But this rendition veers from the archetypal patterns we've seen before of monsters hiding in cupboards, or indeed the dark - this time Boyle cleverly employs the provider of all life as our ultimate enemy - the sun.

Boyle casts an ensemble of recognizable, albeit modestly famous faces, that you'll recall with familiarity - Michelle Yeoh (Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon), Hiroyuki Sanada (The Last Samurai), Chris Evans (FF's, the Human Torch), Rose Byrne (the girl who beds Achilles in Troy), and Cillian Murphy (starry-eyed survivor from 28 Days Later) - but that suggest any one of them could kick off as soon as the mission goes pear-shaped. As they swiftly and spectacularly do.

Disaster ensues when the crew realizes that the ship they were sent to replace hasn't disappeared at all, but is simply bathing in the rays of the sun. And despite the fact that this kind of heroism almost never ends well in sci-fi movies, they set off to rescue, or at the very least, salvage it. The ensuing madness yields world-class, white-knuckle cinematic brilliance, and also reveals that there is nothing new under the proverbial (sci-fi) sun.

If the fast-paced action of the film ever gave you time to examine similarities to sci-fi movies past (which it categorically does not), you might find yourself thinking, "Ooh, that's sort of like Alien"/"I remember that from 2001"/"Man, that seems a lot like Event Horizon"/"Gadzooks, there's even a nod to Dr. Strangelove" (if your particularly pretentious). There's the noble captain willing to sacrifice himself for the greater good; the cowardly, unqualified second-in-command; a bit where the airlock malfunctions; lots of violently flashing lights, and an onboard computer that sounds like a patient but unhelpful self-help tape. None of these should spoil the overall enjoyment of the film, but it does beg the question, "Has the narrow genre of People Go Mad in Space reached its creative critical mass?"

Of course, you'll only have the opportunity to weigh such considerations after the credits begin rolling, because Boyle is far too busy wringing you dry of perspiration before that. I have long stated, based on my limited ability to assess such things, that developing a compelling conclusion is the toughest thing to do in film making. Sadly, this is somewhat true with this film as well. As the tension escalates and the bodycount rises, it appears that we're well on our way to a genre classic, but in spite of the intense build up, the finale leaves a bit of an enigmatic taste in your mouth (perhaps intentionally). The result is that an otherwise gripping film closes with a bit of a fizzle rather than an explosive sunburst.

McRating: 8.5

Tuesday, 17 April 2007

Prayer Devotional

Oh, the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God!
How unsearchable are His judgments and unfathomable His ways!
Romans 11:33

Thank You that you have me in the place You want me just now... that even if I got here through wrong choices or indifference or even rebellion, You knew my mistakes and sins before I ever existed, and You worked them into Your plan to draw me to Yourself, to mold and bless me, and to bless others through me. Thank You that, even if I'm here through the ill-will, ineptness or poor judgment of other people, all is well; for in Your sovereign wisdom You are at work to bring about good results from all those past decisions, those past events beyond my control - good results both for me and for others. Thank You again that you meant for good the terrible things that happened to Joseph, who was sold into slavery, exiled to a distant country, and later sent to prison on false accusations... and through all this You had him in the right place at the right time, for highly important reasons. I'm glad Lord, that You are the same today - well able to work things out for us, to turn evil into good. I stand amazed at the complexity and mystery of Your wisdom. How safe it is for me to trust Your reasons for acting (or not acting) and Your methods of working!
Thank You that I can safely commit my location and situation to You. I can be "willing for You to shift me anywhere on life's checkerboard, or bury me anywhere in life's garden, gladly yielding myself for You to please Yourself with, anywhere and anyway You choose" (source unknown). Thank you that I can trust You with my future places - ready to go, ready to stay.
So I rest in the fact that You have me in this place for this day, and I praise You that You will faithfully guide me throughout life to just where You want me to be, as I seek to do Your will.
And most important of all is my place in You. How delighted I am to have you as my dwelling place where I can settle down, feel secure and be content anywhere on earth... You are my blessed home, "where I can enter and be at rest even when all around and above is a sea of trouble" (Andrew Murray). How my soul delights to hide in the secret of Your presence... to take refuge in the shadow of Your wings, to eat at Your table, to drink my fill of the river of Your delights. How blessed I am, my King and my God, for You have chosen me, and brought me near, to live in Your presence, to behold Your delightfulness, to seek Your counsel... And to think that I will dwell in Your house forever!

He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.

PSALM 91:1

Thursday, 29 March 2007

300


Honor. Glory. Duty. History. Gore... and Goat-headed Minstrels.

Of the 22 films on my 2007 (potential) blockbusters list, I've now seen three - and have decided not to see at least one of them (Smokin' Aces got Gigli-like reviews): Blood Diamond, a rousing and well-made film about the conflict diamond situation in Africa, Rocky Balboa, a touching tribute and fitting farewell to our favorite palooka, and now...

300, the latest adaptation of graphic novelist Frank Miller's creation based on the legendary Battle of Thermopylae. Championed by its makers as "Gladiator meets Sin City," the cinematic rendition of 300 is ferociously loyal to its bronze-and-crimson-colored graphic predecessor.
As Persian emperor Xerxes descends on Greece in 480 BC, the Spartan king Leonidas (played by Glasgow's own Gerard Butler), musters his army of 300, forbidden by custom and religion,
to Thermopylae to defend the "Hot Gates" against the vast invading force.

This opulent, brutal and bloody declaration of discipline and belligerence may be far removed from the reality of the actual battle (although some historians number the invading force at 1 million, others claim that the Persian army consisted of no more than 200,000), Leonidas and company did face laughably overwhelming odds. 300 recounts the country's finest hour. Spartans have long been heralded as the fiercest warriors the world has ever known, but it was at Thermopylae that they earned their eternal glory.

Cinematically, the film vacillates back and forth between classic Greek mythology and MTV's Headbangers Ball, complete with heavy metal accompaniment. Essential to the character's portrayal, Butler is convincing as a formidable leader of men, barking orders, smack-talking, inspiring confidence, leading from the front, and laying waste to several battalions' worth of the enemy. Leonidas - imperial, defiant, and lethal when provoked - may not be complicated, but Butler has every bit the conviction and charisma of [Gladiator's] Maximus Aurelius.

With all of its testosterone and bravado, director Zack Snyder does inject a little oestrogen by way of Queen Gorgo (Lena Headey). Although only glimpsed in Miller's graphic novel, Snyder extends her character in the film's rendition - never more so than in her heartfelt speech to the Spartan assembly (I'm told that theaters in the U.S. cheered at her slaying of antagonist, Theron).

Nothing is more epic nor inspiring than the tradition of the defiant David standing up to the all-powerful Goliath - Homer knew it (The Iliad); Leonidas knew it; Frank Miller knew it; and after watching 300, you'll know it too. You may not have the opportunity to truly connect with or care deeply for the noble warriors that lose their lives in this celebrated battle, but you'll have one helluva good time watching one of the greatest stories ever told.

McRating: 9.0

Blood Diamond - 8.0
Rocky Balboa - 7.0

Monday, 26 March 2007

Who Cares???

This is not a profound post. This is not going to provoke much thought and will probably communicate that I care more about this than I actually do, but as my wife was in hospital this past week after giving birth to our second child, I showed up with a new women's magazine almost every time I visited - Elle, Vogue, Marie Claire, etc.
As I glanced through the magazines during my visits, almost every feature I came across prompted two words: WHO CARES?

For the life of me I can't figure out why anyone still cares about:
  • Paris Hilton
  • Lindsay Lohan
  • My Super Sweet 16
  • Nicole Ritchie
  • Britney & K-Fed
  • Britney's Shaved Dome
  • Britney's Addictions
  • Posh in LA
  • Tom Cruise/Scientology
Why does society care so much about people who contribute so little to it? In the arenas of talent, benevolence, character and intelligence, these celebrities/personalities are completely absent.

I'm not about to soapbox about what society should be caring about (Iran, poverty, the environment, the Final Four). I'm simply saying that I can't figure out why people care so much about young Hollywood's casualties.

Did you know that Burma has unveiled its new capital? Did you know that research shows that aspirin aids women's hearts? Did you know that scientists have discovered ways of tracking the rise and fall of ancient civilizations (such as the Incas) by studying fossilized mites that thrive in the dung of their livestock?

Aren't those things so much more interesting that watching a couple of self-indulgent miscreants humiliate and insult middle-class families? Aren't they more interesting than a deranged pop princess shaving her head in a tattoo parlor and checking in to a detox clinic? Aren't they more interesting than watching a 16-year-old plan for her birthday spectacular while assuming adulation and privileged treatment are a right, while reacting to criticism or inconvenience with petulance and acrimony?
Heck! Kobe Bryant has scored 263 points over his last five games, demonstrating unbelievable skill, talent and entertainment. That deserves infinitely more press than all of this other crap, right?

Think about it.

The End