Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Tales from Earthsea?

The Earthsea Quartet by Ursula Le Guin was one of my favourite novels when I was younger. Imagine my trembling excitement and anticipation when I heard that Studio Ghibli, whose film Naussica ranks in my top ten films of all time, was going to make a film adaptation! I'm sure a similarly great cry of joy arose amongst the fantasy literates of the world when this announcement was made. I was so happy, I think I wet my pants a little.

I have only just seen the Studio Ghibli film, Tales of Earthsea, putting off the inevitable after hearing news that Le Guin herself didn't like it, and negative comments about it from hardcore Ghibli fans. I read Le Guin's essay first, and I thought she might have been too harsh with Ghibli, who in my eyes, could do no wrong (okay, could do very little wrong, since they did make Spirited Away). I really wanted to find out for myself the truth about this film.

They say curiosity killed the cat.

In hindsight, I should have just poked a chopstick in my eye - it would have hurt less.

Oh. My. God. It was abysmal and tortuously bad.


There is a random ramble of things I found wrong with this film (I'll edit this post into niceness later):

The storytelling is just not there. My gentle readers, at the risk of pushing you far past your sarcasm comfort zone, I must say - the storytelling was so non existent in this film, the plot so confusing, the motivations so confounding and the point of the film so incomprehensible, that it makes the violent, meaningless and totally misplaced offal that was Quentin Tarantino's Kill Bill look like a well-made film.

There was no characterisation, plot developments were made at random, nothing ever happened for a good reason, and everything about the film was preachy and overdone, else skimmed over and ignored, making the whole film an excerise in confusion.

There is no real sense of wonder or discovery, as with My Neighbour Totoro or Naussica in the Valley of the Wind. Where is the beauty of the cities and islands of Earthsea? Where is man's mastery of the land and the air, and a sprawling, magical majesty of Le Guin's world? Furthermore, where is the serenity of pace, poignancy of subject matter, and simplicity of form and of story we have come to know and love with Ghibli?

Le Guin said:
"Much of it was beautiful. Many corners were cut, however, in the animation of this quickly made film. It does not have the delicate accuracy of "Totoro" or the powerful and splendid richness of detail of "Spirited Away." The imagery is effective but often conventional."
As for the scenery - the quieter scenes on the farm - includes a lamb that might possibly be the cutest little mutton chop to ever grace the silver screen. As a dragon lover though, the forms of the film's dragons were disappointing, to say the least. These dragons rank upon Steven's Dragon-cool-o-meter at the same level as Anne McCaffery's Dragonriders of Pern, and are nowhere near as awesome as the the wyrms of Dragonlance or Dragonheart's Draco.

The characters are likewise terribly executed. They are nothing like the characters in the book, and while this in itself was not a bad thing, they are not interesting at all, with mere sketches of personality and a few distinguishing features thrown in to help you remember who is who. Ged in the film is not the Sparrowhawk, Archmage of Roke of the Earthsea books. The Ged of this film as some kind of doppleganger, a pale imitation with the same superficial semblance, but none of the soul that makes Sparrowhawk a true hero. Throughout the film, I was horribly reminded of the cardboard cut-out characters of David Eddings, but even his books had far more memorable and fleshed out characters.

Even the original Japanese voice acting seemed rushed and unrefined, with both Cob and Therru's voices being downright annoying. For the first time ever for a Ghibli film, I will say that I enjoyed watching the film more with the English dubs on than in the original Japanese.

Worse - the film seems to have been edited beyond comprehension, into something resembling a Daft Punk music video - a series of images that seem profound, but are really empty fronts for nothing at all.

Le Guin said:
"The moral sense of the books becomes confused in the film. For example: Arren's murder of his father in the film is unmotivated, arbitrary: the explanation of it as committed by a dark shadow or alter-ego comes late, and is not convincing. Why is the boy split in two? We have no clue. The idea is taken from A Wizard of Earthsea, but in that book we know how Ged came to have a shadow following him, and we know why, and in the end, we know who that shadow is. The darkness within us can't be done away with by swinging a magic sword."
As for themes and thematic symbolism - there were none, at least none that made sense. We're watching Ghibli, not Evangelion, so I expect plots to connect and actions to have motivations.

This is the primary crime that this film has propagated is a malaise that runs deep through Ghibli's latest offerings:
"I think the film's "messages" seem a bit heavyhanded because, although often quoted quite closely from the books, the statements about life and death, the balance, etc., don't follow from character and action as they do in the books. However well meant, they aren't implicit in the story and the characters. They have not been "earned." So they come out as preachy. There are some sententious bits in the first three Earthsea books, but I don't think they stand out quite this baldly."
i.e. That shit don't make sense, brother. Howl's Moving Castle and Spirited Away are equally guilty of this crime. Having your characters say profound statements about the truth of the world, the nature of good and evil, the facts of life and death is all well and good, but talk rings more than hollow when the action has nothing to do with, well, anything even remotely connected to the themes the character's dialogue is pushing.
"But in the film, evil has been comfortably externalized in a villain, the wizard Kumo/Cob, who can simply be killed, thus solving all problems. In modern fantasy (literary or governmental), killing people is the usual solution to the so-called war between good and evil. My books are not conceived in terms of such a war, and offer no simple answers to simplistic questions."

Deus Ex Machina. The poor storyteller's false idol. If you like this film, then good for you - though I highly suggest that you go educate yourself on the development of fantasy in the last century or so, on film and on paper.

Ms. Ursula Le Guin, I couldn't agree more - they ruined your book. Goro Miyazaki, what have you done? Please, please, please don't make anymore films, ever.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

RIP Norman Mailer

Ripped from the Age.

America is a hurricane, and the only people who do not hear the sound are those fortunate if incredibly stupid and smug White Protestants who live in the center, in the serene eye of the big wind.
- From ``Advertisements for Myself,'' a collection of essays, poems and observations.

``I've always felt that my relationship to the United States is analogous to a marriage. I love this country. I hate it. I get angry at it. I feel close to it. I'm charmed by it. I'm repelled by it. And it's a marriage that's gone on for let's say at least 50 years of my writing life, and in the course of that, what's happened? It's gotten worse. It's not what it used to be.''
- A 1998 interview for French television.

``Masculinity is not something given to you, something you're born with but something you gain. And you gain it by winning small battles with honor. Because there is very little honor left in American life, there is a certain built-in tendency to destroy masculinity in American men.''
- A 1966 essay.

``I find now that women have achieved some power and recognition they are quite the equal of men in every stupidity and vice and misjudgment that we've exercised through history. They're narrow-minded, power seeking, incapable of recognizing the joys of a good discussion. The women's movement is filled with tyrants, just as men's political movements are equally filled.''
- Discussing his long-running rivalry with feminist leaders in an interview with Time magazine in 1991.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Procrastination: The Comic







Riri Shushu no subete

The Ether fills the universe.
Despair is red Ether.
Hope is blue.
Through eternity and silence...
flies a while glider.

From: SHINOBU


As strong light casts a dark shadow,
so does the powerful Ether.

From: Multipolar


How wonderful will be,
the end of all things,
as my body rots,
and I am destroyed.

From: Lemon


Black tears.
Blue smiles.
I am transparent.
A world without color.

From: liu-hua


Uninjured, I hurt.
Hurt, I feel no pain.
I want to see the beautiful blue sky.

From: Noah


When I'm here,
my brain starts to laugh.
You say I don't understand this.
I say people all die...
searching for a place to belong.

From: OGAWA MIFUNE


The wound that does not heal.
The wound that may heal.
The wound that should have healed.
It grows wider, wider.
What if the whole body
became one big wound?
We can still revive
that is "The wound that heals".

From: liu-hua


The great wound of the heart is
the Existence.
I listen to "The wound that heals".
Existence will heal you
from the past to the future.

From: SHINOBU


People can't fly.

From: Frog


Maybe I'm writing this
because I want to scream out,
"I'm here!"

From: Palstela

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Who people think Murray Walker is

Final Votes:
Andrew: 4
Ivan: 2
Matt and I: 1
Aarthi: Totally unsuspected!

O Captain! My Captain!

For Abraham Lincoln, after his assassination.

O Captain, My Captain
=================

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Chasing Father Walt (not Disney)

Some of you have been wondering why this blog is called Chasing Eidolons. It's not called Chasing E-Idols, which must be some kind of Japanese semi-norp portal.

If you don't know what norp is, urbandictionary it.

An "eidolon" is a wonderful word meaning:
1. A phantom; an apparition.
2. An image of an ideal.

Which is beautiful and ironic at the same time. Why should a word that describes an ideal also be a world that describes a phantom or an ideal? Embedded in the word itself is already a deep understanding of the impossibility, perhaps futility of having an ideal - it's only and image, a phantom, a transitory apparition.