Wednesday, 26 October 2011

Let The Right One In Vs Let Me In

Well, it's October, that magical time of the year when ghosts and vampires come out to play and everyone is digging out their collection of scary movies to watch all month.

Last night I watched Let Me In, the American remake of 2008's Swedish film Let The Right One In, for the first time.

If you've payed attention to my Goodreads lists, you'd see the book Let The Right One In is one of my all time favourites. Best vampire book ever and the 2008 movie is one of the best vampire movies ever. So when I heard they were remaking a movie that was, in my eyes, practically flawless, I was dubious.

And then I heard it was going to be more true to the book. Well, ok then, at least it won't be a shot-for-shot remake because the original movie did leave things out of the book.

So after seeing it what did I really think?

THERE ARE SPOILERS FOR THE BOOK, MOVIE, AND REMAKE BEYOND THIS POINT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.





LtROI is a perfect example of less is more while Let Me In is a perfect example of how CGI does not make a good film. Eli always fed in shadow while Abby was a CG Spidergirl. I guess they tried to make her look nimble and tricky but she just ended up looking silly. There was a weight to Eli's clamp-and-kill method and the weird acrobatics of Abby were stupid.

The sexual ambiguity was all wrong too. When I first watched LtROI, when Eli says "I am not a girl." I read that to mean "I am not a child, I am a woman." until, of course, the big reveal. In Let Me In, when Abby says those same words I felt only that she meant "I am not a child, I am a woman." And that was that.

I will say I liked the car crash scene and the results of Abby's caretaker post-acid-bath. I felt more of connection between Abby and him than Eli and Harkan. The pool scene was done well.

Owen was good enough, Abby was good enough.

The scene were Owen doesn't let Abby in is, again, less good in the remake. The overly-dramatic score mixed with Chloe Mortez's shaking just made it look over-done.  And THEN Owen actually asked "is this what happens when I don't let you in?" You don't have to explain it! Eli walked in, braced himself, then it happened, quietly and horrifically.

The entire "Be more for a little while" scene was missing, which is to be expected since they cast aside the entire gender issue.

The cop was needless. I say this because there was a cop in the book and if you're going to have a cop then have THE cop, with the cop's backstory!

Now, beyond all this, is my biggest criticism.

Virginia.

Believe it or not Virginia and Lacke's love story was one of my favourite parts of the book. It was tragic and beautiful. Her slow transformation from normal woman to vampire was very intense.
In Let Me In, we only get glimpses of what was supposed to be the Virginia character, she gets bit, she goes to the hospital, the nurse opens the curtains then POOF! Dead.
We didn't see her slow descent, her struggle, or her active choice to have the blinds open and choose to end her suffering. It all just sort of happened. It wasn't character development, it was nothing more than a cool scene.

I'm trying to decide if I hadn't seen the original nor read the book if I would have liked Let Me In. Maybe, because it would have been a break from Twilight-mania and a breath of fresh air, but comparing it to the original just prooves that a bigger budget does not make something better.

Truly, less is more.

Tuesday, 11 October 2011

I Don't Blog a Lot

I don't blog a lot and I know no one is wondering why that is or want an explanation but I'm going to give one anyway because it's an excuse to blog.

I don't blog a lot because Dave Sim is a misogynist.

I don't blog a lot because Bobby Crosby is a douche.

I don't blog a lot because Anne Rice is insane.

I don't blog a lot because Peter David hates spoilers.

I don't blog a lot because Gene Simmons is full of lulz.

Knowing all these things I cannot bring myself to enjoy their work. When I try to pick up something they created, I sense only their contempt and their sense of entitlement. I can't forget what they have done or said.

I don't want that to happen to me.

I'm only starting out and I have this apprehension about saying or doing the wrong thing. I, the writer and you the reader don't need to be friends, but there should be a sense of mutual respect between us. I know that I have views that some my find "problematic". I laugh at rape jokes, I don't hate Frank Miller, my sense of feminism doesn't extend past the point of "I as a woman have a right to choose to stay at home and be a mother and wife and not some workaholic if that's what I want to do with my life (Protip: It's not. I hate kids.).", I don't feel the need to champion for social justice and as a disabled person I find the whole concept of "Ableism" freaking annoying and far too PC for it's own good.

I only want to entertain people and get my stories, art and characters out into the world, nothing more. If and when I eventually put my prosthetic foot in my mouth, either by the misinterpretation of others, bad wording on my part or out of context quotes I hope that whatever I might say will not colour future readers to my work and they will be able to separate it from me. Just because I write or say something, does not mean I necessarily believe and endorse it or if I do, that I won't change my mind sometime in the future. People change.

I have no agenda, I only try to live my life according to the following: Give to whatever cause you feel is important if and when you can and be decent to your fellow human beings. Also, everything will kill you, even the air, so relax and enjoy life while you're here.

Don't argue on the internet, point and laugh at those arguing.

Monday, 3 October 2011

Ghost World Review

Ghost WorldGhost World by Daniel Clowes
My rating: 1 of 5 stars

I can see how this comic would have massive cult appeal to the 'disenfranchised youth' of the 90's. However, this book is the bastard child of Strangers in Paradise and Johnny the Homicidal Maniac with a dash of Clerks. It has all the negativity of both books (Plus Daria and Roseanne) but none of the wit, charm or cleverness.

Don't get me wrong, I love negativity. Negativity is awesome if delivered with some class. This book has no class.

Like mommy Strangers in Paradise it features two young woman who are just trying to find their way in the world but like Daddy JtHM, it hates everyone and swears up a storm.

Enid and Rebecca are not fun people, they are not interesting people. They are everything they hate and there is nothing endearing about them.

The passage of time in the book is...hard to follow, with scenes suddenly ending for new ones. Are these flashbacks? And then suddenly Enid goes off to college then...comes back to visit and Rebecca stays in stupid-head nowhere with the guy? What am I supposed to take away from this? The more things change?

The writing wasn't witty or new, it was all the cliche stuff we expect 'nihilistic', misanthropic teenagers say.

I will at least give credit where it's due in the sake that they did feel like real people.

Real people I'd never hang out with.

If you liked this book, I'd recommend Strangers in Paradise for some quality "Who am I and what's my purpose?" story.


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