Tuesday, February 19, 2013

50 Years of Bond

So, I recently acquired (from Amazon) the Bond 50 Blu-ray Collection that compiles all 22 of the mainstream Bond films released between 1962 (Dr. No) and 2008 (Quantum of Solace).

James Bond 50 Year Blu-ray Collection

While the set was released prior to the 11.09.12 release date of the latest Bond film, Skyfall, in theaters, the designers of this lovely boxed compilation obviously had hard core collectors in mind because they included a "reserved" slot for the Skyfall Blu-ray disc.

Bond 50 Slot Reserved for Skyfall

I plan on keeping the disc in its original case once I pick up my own Blu-ray copy of Skyfall, but, as a collector, I have a lot of appreciation for the thought that went into the design of this set.

Tangents aside, I've been watching my way through the Bond series (in order of release) and have made my way up to Thunderball (1965).

Bond & Domino on the Beach - Thunderball (1965)

It can be difficult for me to choose favorites when it comes to films, especially older films, but of the four films I've seen so far, I probably enjoyed this one the most. And I use "enjoyed" somewhat liberally here. I'm sure I'm a little biased because I'm from a younger generation and am used to higher quality (on all fronts) in today's film industry, but it was difficult for me to take Thunderball very seriously because of the cheesy action and dialogue, gaping plot holes and Bond's tendency to just carelessly leave expensive clothing and equipment lying all over creation. And the underwater fight sequence at the end. I'm sure the underwater filming was a big deal back in the 60s, but when Bond and his allies had either killed or disabled over two dozen of the dozen men (wait, what?) that Largo had brought along on his nefarious mission, I was too busy scoffing at the lack of continuity to truly appreciate what was proably groundbreaking camera work. And I'm certain that true Bond fans (especially from the "Connery generation") would tear me a new one for dissing Thunderball, just as I'll probably light into punk kids 25 years from now when they scoff at the Daniel Craig era of Bond's film legacy. It would appear, however, that that legacy is making a return to its roots with Skyfall.

Prior to Skyfall's release in theaters, I read an article in Entertainment Weekly discussing how director Sam Mendes and Co. essentially wanted to create a Bond film that paid homage to the earlier films in the series. They wanted to bring back some of the elements that would be familiar to those from the Boomer generation who watched the original Bond on the big screen, perhaps trying to draw back in an older crowd that had begun to shy away from the darker, grittier tone of the more recent installments. A cameo for the classic, gray Aston Martin, the re-introduction of "Q Branch" and it's wacky technical gadgets, and the return of Bond's bantering office frenemy, Moneypenny, are all instantly recognizable nods that older fans will delight in.

When I finally went and saw Skyfall at the "cheap theater" (Cinemark 10 in Matthews), the film was still in its first week. I remember arriving early and sitting in the parking lot waiting for the rest of my party, agonizing that we weren't going to get good seats (that theater does get busy, believe it or not). As the showtime approached and I continued to wait, a slew of vehicles began pouring into the parking lot and I watched nervously as a crowd of folks began to emerge and make their way towards the theater. But they exited their vehicles slowly and carefully, and their progress towards the cinema doors was unhurried and shuffling. Nearly all of them sported heavy clothing, glasses and graying hair, and I realized that these were all Boomers come to see their favorite unstoppable British spy in action on the big screen once again.

Bond & the Aston Martin - Skyfall (2012)

Sure enough, when my ticket was purchased and I made my way into the darkened theater to find a seat, I counted nearly two dozen other viewers and not a head under 50. (Of course, they were all sitting quite a ways back, and so there still good seats to be had.) Throughout the movie, I couldn't help but grin at the cheering and clapping and hoots of laughter coming from the seats behind. Knowing how much those folks were enjoying the little flashes of familiarity streaming across the screen was almost as fun as the movie itself.

That being said, I truly appreciate that, in a series that has now spanned over a half a century, every generation will have their own memories of what they consider "their" Bond. My Bond will always be Daniel Craig, because Casino Royale (2006) was the first 007 film I had the pleasure of viewing in its entirety. I was aware of the previous installments and the various actors who had donned the 007 mantle over the years, but getting ahold of all of the installments of such an expansive series had always proved either too difficult or too expensive.

All in all, while the older Bond films may be a little cheesy and outdated at times, I am thrilled with the Bond 50 Collection and relish being able to finally watch the series in its entirety. While I'll always have my Bond, getting to know the 007s of generations past can only increase my appreciation for newer Bond installments, and for those yet to come.

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

The Freedom of Silence

On December 15th, 1791, The United States Bill of Rights came into full effect as the first ten amendments to the U.S. Constitution, serving to protect the rights and freedoms of people, and to limit the power of the federal government.

While all of the amendments contained within the U.S. Bill of Rights are equally important and remain relevant and applicable over 200 years after their ratification, it could be argued that one of them, the First Amendment, has garnered more awareness within American culture, and has been vociferated more often than all the others:

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.1

If broken down and thoroughly examined, there are quite a number of rights being addressed within that single paragraph. However, it could easily be argued that the average American's knowledge of the First Amendment can be narrowed down to just three of the words contained within: freedom of speech.

When an individual feeling wronged, offended or simply trying to make a point (legitimate or not), vocalizes their thoughts and sentiments and receives a response implying even a hint of suppression, negation or suggestion that they remain silent on the issue, what is, quite often, the initial retaliatory counter-response? First Amendment Rights! Freedom of Speech! Most people, whether or not they fully grasp the entire concept of this small portion of the First Amendment or how it applies to their situation, are very quick to declare what they believe is the right to say whatever they want, however they want, whenever they want, wherever they want. And in the 21st century, the age of technology and faceless communication, the "wherever" is quite often on the internet.

While our First Amendment rights have had over 200 years to be dissected and examined and applied both successfully and unsuccessfully throughout various levels of our laws and society and daily lives, what many people do not realize is that how these rights apply to our online lives, in many cases, has yet to be determined. The law as it applies to "electronic communication" and the internet is still in its infancy. While guidelines and tentative regulations are being established via case law and other means every day around the country, the government faces a plodding, uncharted uphill battle as it struggles, often from sheer necessity, to take these centuries-old rights and apply them to our rapidly evolving, modern day electronic activities. (For a more recent example of how our laws are evolving regarding online activity, see: cyberharassment, an issue that has received attention on a national level.)

Needless to say, while many people may, indeed, be unaware of the rights (or lack thereof) that they are entitled to on the internet, this has in no way prevented them from exercising their "freedom of speech" entitlement (as they understand it) to its full extent. It would seem that many people have adopted the attitude of, "We've had freedom of speech for over 200 years and I'm included in that right, so I'm gonna say what I want, how I want, when I want and where I want, and there's nothing you can do about it. By golly." This attitude, upon spreading to the internet, has inevitably gained two key allies: anonymity and physical absence (or, as it's more commonly referred to, "hiding behind the keyboard").

Having a heated argument is much less of an unpleasant experience when you are not physically present for said argument, or, better yet, if your opponent is not privy to your identity. It's much easier to try and force a stubbornly fixed and uninformed opinion on "nickblows22511" than a 27 year old, 5'10", 215lb. caucasian male with brown hair and glasses, whose emotions are clearly visible via his expressions and body language. It's difficult to keep the steam in a petty, unresearched argument when you're in the physical presence of those you are arguing with. It's hard to pretend you know what you're talking about when your hesitation, uncertainty and lack of information are put on display through your own expressions and body language. But enter the keyboard and the LED screen and it's a completely different battle. We cannot be seen and we have no identity beyond what limited information we've chosen to make publicly available about ourselves. This gives us a sense of power, security and entitlement, enabling us to say whatever we want, however we want, whenever we want, wherever we want with no real consequence, simply because we can. But does the fact that was can mean that we should? Has the supposed right to freedom of speech overshadowed the oft-forgotten and much more powerful act of silence?

Pretend, for a moment, that it has just been announced that a series (book, television, game, take your pick) that you are an enormously rabid fan of has been greenlit for a big-budget movie adaptation helmed by one of your favorite directors. You are one of the first to hit all the major forums to proclaim (with pictures!) your opinion of which actors/actresses would be the best choices for each character in the film. You highlight every single tidbit of news and every blurry set photo on reddit and in your Twitter feed. As time goes on, the casting choices are announced (ZOMG Nathan Fillion got the part !!!!!! *squeeeeeee*) and you love nearly everyone who was chosen.

Finally, the release date is announced and you gleefully Fandango tickets for the midnight showing. The big night comes, you're waiting in line six hours before showtime, get fantastic seats and enjoy every rapturous moment of the most excellent adaptation of the most perfect series ever known to mankind. You come home from the theater and your excitement is immediately splashed all across your Twitter, your Facebook, your blog and all of the major forums. The next morning, you wake up and eagerly peruse all of the responses to your exuberant 3am babblings (26 likes, win). Everyone loved the movie, they had so much fun, they want to completely re-read/re-watch/re-play the series all over again now because it's so amazing, and... what's this? A linkback to your blog post by another prominent blogger (and outspoken fan of the series) whom you've favorited and often linkback to as well. They, too, went to the film's midnight showing and were prompted to compose a passionate, early-morning blog post. But unlike you, they absolutely hated the adaptation. They rant with much ado: the editing was haphazard, the actors completely reinvented the characters, the storyline was entirely out of continuum with an excessive amount of artistic liberty, the director was far too obsessed with CGI elements, the soundtrack was gaudy, the dialogue cheesy... on an on goes the post with nothing but harsh criticism and disappointment throughout. And for the cherry on the cake, this blogger used your post (your post!) to highlight all the reasons why they absolutely detested the film. Your "mindless fanboy enthusiasm" caused you to "view the film through rose-colored glasses, serving only to mask its glaring shortcomings".

Computer Guy

Why, the absolute nerve! How dare they use your post (that you poured your heart into!) to support their ridiculous, unfounded, unfair and entirely incorrect opinion! Without a moment's hesitation, you compose a scathing reply, typing furiously and without pause, pouring your shock, hurt and anger into what you feel is a justly deserved response from someone who has been criminally wronged. A brief, righteous grin quirks at the corner of your mouth as you hit "Submit", throwing your response (with a linkback to the offending post) up onto your blog for all to see. That will show them.

The next day, you eagerly login to view the inevitable linkback and counter-response to your passionate rebuke. A slight frown crosses your face as you see no linkbacks to your posts, nor any comments from the offending blogger. A page refresh confirms your findings, and a quick visit to the other blog shows absolutely neither a reference to nor acknowledgement of your heated response. Instead, there is a very run-of-the-mill contrast and comparison post between two recently released portable gaming systems.

Your initial reaction is confusion. You linked back to the blogger's post, they had to have seen your response. Your post had also been linked on your Facebook page, and while you weren't immediate friends with the blogger, you knew for a fact that you had at least a dozen mutual friends, several of which had commented on your Facebook link. Your confusion quickly shifts into indignation and perhaps mild disappointment. You'd said some very offensive things in your response. Things people don't just let go. Maybe the blogger was simply taking some time to craft a worthy counter-response. Surely one would be forthcoming.

But several more days go by with absolutely no mention of you or the film or your posts. Then a week. Just for kicks, you make a passing reference to the "incident" in a new post just to remind the offending blogger (whom you've unfavorited, by the way) that you haven't forgotten about his transgression. But a month goes by and there is no response to be had. And whenever you spot a mention of or reference to the blogger online, it rekindles your feelings of indignation and enmity. And whenever you rewatch the movie you so anticipated and adored, you can't help but think of the offending post and how that situation (in your mind) was never resolved.

Certainly, as time goes on, the whole incident will be (mostly) forgotten, lost to the infinite annals of petty internet squabbling, but it will always be noted that it was the lack of response, the silence, that weighed more heavily on your mind than any reply, no matter how offensive or unjust, ever could have. Had a response been immediately forthcoming, the external reaction may have been a seething, furiously pounded, emotionally charged comment for the ages, but inside you would have been gleefully rubbing your hands together, anticipating an all-out, no holds barred comment war of uncharted proportions. Because it was the response you craved. The reaction of an equally indignant internet guru. The acknowledgement of your feelings and your opinions and your words aiming to sting. What few people seem to realize or understand is that it is the lack of response, reaction or acknowledgement that burns the most. There is nothing we hate more than being ignored. Nothing more maddening than silence when a reaction is what we crave.

But we prize our freedom of speech. We relish in our ability, our right, to respond and react and vocalize our opinion by any means necessary. We have for so long been a culture that insisted upon our freedom of speech, crying out from the rooftops "First Amendment rights!" at the threat of suppression, that we have forgotten the power of silence. We so often use and abuse our seemingly inviolable right to open our mouths or sit at our keyboards and say whatever we want, however we want, whenever we want, wherever we want, that it rarely crosses our minds to simply say nothing. We have experienced being ignored and the power that it wields, and yet when a time comes when it would be most prudent and effective for us to remain silent, to simply smile and walk away, what do we immediately do? We respond, react and acknowledge because it feels good and right. But nothing is ever gained.

How many times have you read a short article online and proceeded to scroll down and read some of the comments? How many times have you shaken your head and thought, "What fools. What idiots. What ignoramuses. None of them has a clue what they're talking about." And how many times have you then proceeded to submit your own comment telling these faceless individuals just how foolish they are and how nothing they say online really matters? And when the next reader stumbles across the article and proceeds to peruse the comments, thinking your exact thoughts, will he then scroll down and single you out as the one commenter who has any sense in the bunch? Of course not. He will think, "What a bunch of idiots. Don't any of them realize that nothing they say on the internet really matters?" And he will proceed to post those very words. As will the next commenter and the next and the next. And they will all be labelled as ignoramuses, wasting their time, wasting their words. For it is a rare thing indeed that someone takes the time to say anything meaningful... that a comment is made that's insightful and informed and relevant. If what you have to say cannot be described as at least one of those things, then perhaps it would be better to withhold your opinion and remain silent.

Because though we've only had the right to freedom of speech for a few centuries, the power of silence has been ours since the beginning of time, no amendments required.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Food Videos

Just a couple of videos my bro discovered last night, and that I thought were pretty neat. Mostly just throwing them on here so that I will have posted something.

If you like modern war history, you’ll really like this vid, which depicts the wars (WWII – present) as food fights, with each food representing its respective country.

This YouTuber does stop-motion videos using ordinary household objects. However, they may not be used in an ordinary way. Extremely creative and fun to watch, the above video was one of my favorites. Also, it inspired my bro to make spaghetti immediately after viewing last night, so I had a tasty dinner waiting for me when I got home from work. (Note: If you typically put meat in your spaghetti sauce, try substituting bacon for a delicious, smoky flavor.)

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Autumn Cometh

So… after receiving ZERO comments on any of the posts I’ve made over the past month, I finally had the sense to go and check the blog and see what the heck was going on, and… BLOGGER HAS NOT EVEN BEEN DISPLAYING THE POSTS!!!

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Haha, yeah… no… I seriously just have not done any posts within the last month. o_o My bad. So, insert various half-hearted excuses about being busy, seemingly self-deprecating criticisms of inherent apathy, and earnest (but ultimately unrealized) promises of improvement here: ____________________, aaannndddd… moving on!

What have I been watching? Well, since late July when I went and saw Inception, I have viewed (in theaters): The Karate Kid, How to Train Your Dragon, Salt, and The A-Team.

Four Movie Posters

Of those four films, only one of them was on my “top ten” list (The Karate Kid), and one was on the “runners up” list (Salt). How to Train Your Dragon would have been on my top ten list, but I created the list after the movie was released in theaters. I ended waiting to see “Dragon” at the cheap theater, which doesn’t get stuff in until waaaayyyy after the other theaters have stopped screening, but you only pay $1.00-$3.00, so… worth it.

I had debated going back and doing a review post on each film, but it’s really trippy trying to review a movie more than a few days after you’ve seen it, so the longer I kept trying to do that, the longer I ended up putting off posting, and I finally just said, screw it. I’ll post whatever the heck I want, and it’s not gonna be movie reviews. However, I will note that the above films were: Good (Salt), Good (The Karate Kid), Great (How to Train Your Dragon) and Good (The A-Team). Interestingly, I saw each one with a different person, and none of them were the people I usually go with. All good company, however.

If you’re an avid movie-viewer, and would recommend at least renting all of them. Salt and The A-Team had very summer-movie-type plots with either a very simple or “been there, seen that” feel, but were great on action. How much you enjoy them might depend on how you like your protagonists (testosterone-laden Army Ranger team, or femme fatale Russian spy), but both are good entertainment.

The Karate Kid was a little better story-wise, and seeing Jaden Smith in action will always be a treat. Definitely worth a viewing, even if you’re not into martial arts, but definitely if you’re into Jackie Chan. He really digs in with his acting spurs, drawing emotion out of his otherwise-quite-stoic character at the appropriate moments. Other than the mom getting kind of obnoxious at times, and the love story being a little awkward-tween-icky, I enjoyed this one (and was glad to cross the first “to watch” film off my top ten list, finally).

How to Train Your Dragon

My favorite of the four was definitely How to Train Your Dragon. An excellent picture from Dreamworks that has received loads of positive reviews, I convinced my mom to take me to see this one for my birthday. She was iffy because of the title, and because if was from Dreamworks. I think she had more a of a Shrek-like film in mind, with the oft-inappropriate humor and spoofy story-line. However, she walked out voicing surprise and approval at how good the film was. Another winner from the ol’ Dream machine. They may not be quite on par with Pixar (yet), but they’re sure as heck giving it their best shot.

In completely unrelated news, my Mozy backup has passed the halfway mark like a herd of turtles. Also, I found out the upload speed was being severely throttled (my bad), so I adjusted that and it’s running a little faster now. I just hope these segmented sessions don’t results in a fuzzy backup. Only time will tell.

PS- My fellow bloggers whose posts I normally comment on… do not despair. I’m still reading, I just haven’t had time to comment. I’ll get right on that.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

James and the Giant Peach on Blu-ray

Guess what came out of Blu-ray this past Tuesday?

James and the Giant Peach Blu-ray

Guess who hasn’t been able to pick it up, yet? :(

When I was a kid, my brothers and I used to watch this one over and over (on VHS, of course). I remember, this was pretty much the first movie my mom ever took us to see in the theater that was rated PG. Back then, PG-rated films were taboo with my family. We just didn’t go there. Sadly, if that film were re-rated by today’s standards, it would probably score a G.

However, I cannot seem to find this title for a decent price. Anywhere. Granted, Disney titles are almost always priced higher than other studios’ releases (even catalog releases like this one), but retailers usually offer some kind of special pricing during the first week. Typically, Disney titles can be had for somewhere around $20 right at release, and you end up getting them for $10 because Disney almost always offers a $10 coupon on their Blu-rays.

But, everywhere I go, $24.99… $24.99. Even Amazon is not giving me a break on this one. I may just have to fold and cough up the $15, which is right at my BD price limit, and doable, but…

In other news, I finally got around to seeing The Karate Kid (yes, the new one) last Wednesday. As always, a review will be forthcoming. This is just a filler post to keep the blog from dying completely. *cough*