Your comments are no longer being dumped!

Right from the inception of Undead Backbrain, I’d been having trouble with the comment function. It seemed to be treating many legit messages as spam, sometimes burying comments so deep in the cyber-dump, I couldn’t bring them back from the dead. Then a few people whose messages hadn’t even made it through to the spam-filter informed me by email that the Backbrain wouldn’t accept their comments at all. The type-the-code function in particular was problematic. Well, I fiddled and now things seem to be working.

So comment to your black heart’s delight, Backbrain Invaders! Your messages will only be censored if you’re a spammer — or intolerably obnoxious.

Note: Sometimes there will be a delay as I have retained the manual approval of messages (for fear of being inundated by spam), but the delay shouldn’t be too long. If your comment doesn’t appear after a day or so, feel free to email me. (If you don’t know my email address, go to my website and find it.)

One other thing: if you’re receiving my posts via LJ syndication and wish to reply to one of them, can you please do so by going to the actual site? If you reply through LJ, your comment won’t come up on the blog, I won’t receive notice of it, and I will only see it if I remember to check the LJ feed.

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Arghh! Giant serpents!

This just opened in Korea — to a good box-office response, it is said.

D-War poster
In case you haven’t seen it, here’s the trailer:

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Giantkiller

Giantkiller by Dan Brereton is a graphic novel about a world overrun by giant monsters. These daikaiju have entered our reality through a spatial tear caused by volcanic activity in an ecologically turbulent area of California — an effect that has created a monstrous, mist-shrouded enclave inimical to human survival. The main character is Yoshi — a genetically engineered human/monster hybrid designed by a military research unit to fight and slay the gigantic beasts that have begun to overrun Diablo Valley and increasingly the world beyond it. Yoshi heads into the monstrous valley to observe and to kill the giants, but meets someone in the miasma who proves to be much more than she seems.

Giantkiller cover

I first came across this tale in the form of a comic — part three or four — and have anticipated seeing the whole thing in my preferred format (that is, all parts collected into a single nifty-looking book). Well, it eventually happened and thanks to a birthday and a friend with an accurate knowledge of what I like (thanks, Iain!), I now have a copy.

Giantkiller is both dark and colourful. The setting and crowded frames create a sense of claustrophobia, though the artwork is dynamic — strokes that seems to morph vast explosions of colour into the shape of monstrous creatures and scenes of extensive destruction. These images have been created using brushwork rather than the more common pencraft of traditional comics and the effect is strong. There are never more than three frames on a page — more often two and frequently one. This large scale and the vibrant strokes of colour make the action seem very “in-your-face” — though another less felicitous consequence is to give a certain abruptness to each narrative movement.

Conceptually there is a strong Japanese quality to Giantkiller, suggested by the use of the term “daikaiju” to refer to the rather Lovecraftian beasts, by the use of Japanese logographic characters on the cover and on title pages, and by the fact that Yoshi’s main weapon — apart from a force-beam he can emit from his forehead — is a Samurai sword, which he wields with all the deadly effect of Ogami Itto (from the Lone Wolf and Cub series), but here in battle against creatures many times his own size.

Not that the daikaiju are overly typical of their Japanese inspirations. Brereton has sought to give them a unique appearance, one that is echoed in Yoshi and his unexpected companion. To this end the artist avoids overt reptilian qualities that are common in such giants — a legacy of Godzilla and his buddies — despite the occurrance of tails and other classic accoutrements. Gigantic fangs, ornate knife-like spines and flowing hair/fur are prevalent. For our convenience (and that of the human characters), there is a bestiary for identifying the creatures at the back of the book.

All up, Giantkiller is best approached as a visual tone poem rather than a typical narrative-based tale. There is an interesting through-line, but its relative brevity and the rapidity with which Brereton introduces new ideas into the mix means that the narrative can feel rather truncated, certainly when compared to the complex story stuctures of manga such as Naoki Urasawa’s brilliant psychological thriller, Monster.

If taken on its own terms, however, Giantkiller is an impressive and entertaining explosion of daikaiju art — and well-worth checking out.

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Godzilla in Poland

Thanks to Cat Sparks and her irrepressible instinct for finding the best in superbly idiosyncratic design work, I came across this strangely surreal poster for Godzilla vs the Smog Monster.

Polish poster for Godzilla vs the Smog Monster

It’s not like your average Godzilla poster, that’s for sure. I love the visual overlapping of the Big G and Hedorah.

The poster comes from a website that has collected over 200 mostly Polish movie posters from 1940 onward. All that gloomy European weirdness makes any movie look like a horror flick.

For example, check out this one for Cabaret:

Polish poster for Cabaret

Or this one for Amadeus:

Polish poster for Amadeus

Here’s another one, this time for the Mel Brooks comedy Young Frankenstein:

Polish poster for Young Frankenstein

Cool, eh?

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Review/Comment: The Time Machine (1960)

Most agree that George Pal’s 1960 version of The Time Machine is a good film and there’s no question that much of it (design work, period feel, dramatic narrative) is excellent. So I preface what I have to say now by remarking that I think its reputation is well deserved.

Pal’s Time Machine

However, despite its virtues, the film has always disappointed me somewhat. This is because Wells’ original is one of the great SF stories and Pal’s film pretty well subverts its themes in every way.

True, the look and feel of the beginning is spot on. For a start it’s set in the correct time period (unlike the misguided 2002 “update”, directed by the author’s great-grandson, Simon). The design of Pal’s Machine is wonderful. But the politics have been utterly turned on their head. As with Wells’ equally iconic novel War of the Worlds, I’ve waited for someone to do the story with a degree of faithfulness to Wells’ intent — and I’m still waiting… though I did think that Spielberg’s much-castigated War of the Worlds got closer than most (in some ways), despite various daft additions — but that’s another story…

Back to The Time Machine:

In Wells’ novel, of course, the “beautiful people” (the Eloi) turn out to be, literally, cattle; they cannot be “saved” by an outsider’s heroic actions because they have ceased to be human as thoroughly as have the Morlocks. This realisation is one of the most powerful moments in SF history. In fact, the book tells us, Morlocks are, in many ways, all that is left of humanity as a “organised” species — not the Eloi, who are the real sub-humans: without aspiration, social organisation or a willingness to fight for the right to govern their own fate. The film disappointed me because it became a standard narrative of “heroic outsider manages to lead a rebellion against the forces of evil and (by inference at least) rescue the oppressed beautiful people from thousands of years of historic development” — something that has been as unrealistically done a squillion times and is way too glib to satisfy Wells’ enquiry into Man’s social evolution.

Wells was an optimistic man, at this stage of his career anyway, but he tried to drive home the significance for the future of how we act now by undercutting the easy options and leaving Mankind in darkness in this potential future. The final image in the book, the very distant future (a decimated Earth under a bleached-out dying sun, a mutated crab scuttling along the beach the only sign of life), symbolically places humanity in the scheme of things — and more powerfully emphasises the moral responsibilities we have in the here-and-now than any glib “salvation” could possibly do.

OK, a film of The Time Machine that tried to accurately reflect Wells’ themes would not be comforting and probably not very popular. But Art isn’t meant to offer easy options, even if the box office demands them.

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The pressures facing Professional Reviewers

It’s not an easy life for reviewers, obviously. Ben Peek recounts a tale on his lj that is either amusing or depressing, depending on your point-of-view. In brief, he was commissioned to write a review of the new Australian doco Words From the City, but the editors didn’t like his slant and wouldn’t publish. Check out his review and his account of the “incident”.

I’m not offering any comment on Ben’s review here, as I haven’t seen the film, but the whole thing provides an interesting comment on the possibility of enforced bias in some published reviewing.

I notice that Words From the City has been gaining a lot of praise. In the latest issue of Madman’s Directors Suite Newsletter, it is noted that the Brisbane International Film Festival is screening Words From the City

… which has the glorious honour of being the only film accepted into all Australian film festivals this year, and has already garnered a nomination for Best Documentary in this year’s AFI Awards.

Sort of suggests why a magazine might be reluctant to publish a negative review, but it surely isn’t an excuse for such bias.

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Scream, Ann, scream for your life!

An casual visit to a remainder store yesterday resulted in some Kingly finds. One was a copy of Russell Blackford’s Kong Reborn, a sequel to the original King Kong film. Blackford is an excellent genre writer and I was glad to find this book, which has hitherto eluded my grasp.

The other find was also Kong-related: a newish edition of Delos W. Lovelace’s novelisation of the 1933 film, first published in 1932 and thus one of the first examples of a film tie-in novel. I already have a copy of the novel, which was closely based on Edgar Wallace and Merian C. Cooper’s original story. In fact I’ve had that copy since the 1960s. So why buy another, you may ask? Well, it only cost me $2 and I loved the cover — a superbly rendered image of the Ape King.

Kong novel cover

The book contains other rather spectacular full-colour illustrations by various artists, including Kong fighting the giant snake in his cave, painted in typically muscular fashion by Frank Frazetta. The above cover illustration is by Jon Foster.

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Rocking on the Edge of Time

Hands up all those who’ve heard of Hawkwind? OK, one … two… hey, you at the back! Have you got your hand up or is that a joint you’re waving around?

Now, I suspect that among those who have heard of Hawkwind, we can identify two camps: the poor sods who go “Cool, man! Love ’em!” and the even poorer sods who roll their eyes and hope like hell someone will change the subject. As is common knowledge among my musically inclined friends, I’m of the first persuasion (though not actually known for saying “Cool, man!” all that often). Still, I have something like 50 Hawkwind CDs in my collection and have listened to the band’s product since about 1971 when I bought their second album, In Search of Space, on the basis of the sci-fi design on the cover. Yes, Hawkwind played “Space Rock”! They practically invented it. It was spacey, loud and, while often as pretentious as the output of Yes and early Pink Floyd, much more working-class (or perhaps that should be under-class). I was (and still am, of course) thoroughly into science fiction, so buying that first album seemed like a good idea at the time. The good idea continued through Space Ritual, Doremi Fasol Latido, Hall Of The Mountain Grill, Warrior On the Edge of Time and assorted other albums with less space/fantasy-oriented covers.

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Film Review: “The Return”

The Return (US-2006, dir. Asif Kapadia)

Be warned — this commentary contains major spoilers. Don’t read this if you don’t want to know how the film comes out.

In a depressing display of obtuse literal-mindedness, one reviewer quoted on metacritics.com dismisses this supernatural drama thus: “The Return gets this year’s award for most misleading poster, with its image of an empty-eyed, gray-skinned zombie/ghost that appears nowhere in the movie” (quoted from LA Weekly). Yet despite the fact that there is no literal empty-eyed, gray-skinned zombie/ghost in The Return, the image referred to encapsulates the film’s story, atmospherics and themes with considerable visual cannyness. Even the tagline — which may lead us to resent the fact that The Return doesn’t feature a vengeful Grudge-like spectre if we respond to a film on the basis of shallow assumptions rather than what’s actually on the screen — is not inaccurate, despite the lack of a physically objective ghost. The connection between poster image and film is subtler than that. Even accepting that maybe such subtlety wasn’t the best marketing ploy, it’s a bit embarrassing when the publicity department has a more insightful grip on a film’s semiotics than a professional film commentator.

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Blink

Cat and I watched the Doctor Who Season 3 episode “Blink” last night and found ourselves totally chilled and enthralled. After a couple of lousy Dalek episodes, the season really hit a high with “Blink”. Its central menace — suggested, I suspect, by the childhood game of “Statues” — was inspired and genuinely unnerving, the unorthodox handling of the narrative excellent, and the complex temporal manoeuvrings fascinating. I’m not sure the latter were all tied up neatly, but that’s the way with time-twisty stories — and within that always-intriguing sub-genre, this was a doozy! In my mind the episode well-and-truly made up for the inept Dalek double.

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