Thursday, October 6, 2011
The Shallow Man DVD Review: Monsters
The Film
There’s a lot to admire in the indie/sci-fi/horror piece “Monsters”: It manages to create a post-apocalyptic landscape on a very modest budget; it comes from a group of UK filmmakers, but it stars Americans and takes place in Mexico; and, despite its title and a slick handful of creepy giant monsters, the film is actually more about humans than it is about, well, monsters.
The premise is pretty nifty: It’s several years after a space probe has crashed in Central Mexico, and that particular section of the country is pretty much infested with giant monsters. Created with care and detail, presented on the screen through some rather clever means, the creatures look like they flopped right out of an H.P. Lovecraft nightmare: they’re stadium-sized “clawed octopus” beasties, and their menace is not limited to sheer size and clumsiness. Turns out the beasts also exude a noxious gas that will kill you if you don’t have a gas mask nearby.
So a large section of Mexico is walled off. There are ferries that can take people to and from the safety of the United States, but unfortunately our poor heroes are unable to afford the safe route. Andrew, you see, is a photojournalist who is always on the lookout for some rubble left behind by the monsters, but a phone call from the big boss means that Andrew has a new assignment: to transport the man’s gorgeous daughter Samantha to the safety of American shores. Easier said than done? Absolutely.
Sort of an indie flick cross between Terrence Malick and a Godzilla movie, “Monsters” is a fascinatingly low-key approach to the rather standard “monsters gone wild!” concept. First off, and I hope this doesn’t turn you off to the film, “Monsters” is not a rock ‘em, sock ‘em, ass-kick of a monster movie. Indeed, long stretches of the film flit by with nary a monster to be seen, but that’s how we know that the filmmakers are considerably more interested in the human element than they are in the gigantic, gross, and other-worldly. But once the monsters do make their appearances, the sci-fi junkies will have a grand old time with the Cthulhu-esque monstrosities.
The two leads (Scoot McNairy and Whitney Able) are practically the only characters in the film, and the performers deliver consistently excellent work—particularly as the film goes on and they begin warming to each other in refreshingly realistic ways. Even more interesting are the subtler touches that writer/director Gareth Edwards employs, such as his observation that, after the impact of an alien threat, most human beings would learn (and learn quickly) how to be just a little bit kinder to one another. The low-key approach extends to the journey as well: the desolation and destruction work as melancholy set pieces, which lends the film a soft-spoken realism that makes the creatures a little creepier and the leads’ burgeoning love affair a little bit sweeter.
Definitely not the action-packed gore-fest that its title may imply, “Monsters” is instead a road movie, a romantic drama, a post-apocalyptic thriller, and a nifty little parable about the human condition all rolled into one. As such, and for a few additional reasons that’d fall under the category of “spoiler,” I dug “Monsters” a lot.
The DVD
Video and Audio:
“Monsters,” as will be made quite obvious while screening the film, was shot digitally with a slick Sony camera that shares a few similarities with commonplace SLR cameras. The DVD preserves the appropriate look and 2.35:1 aspect ratio within its HD AVC encode, and the results are a high-definition treatment that reflects on the source material with impressive accuracy.
The Dolby Digital EX Master Audio track’s certainly a winner. Every aural element crammed into the film sounds exceptional; from the beautiful momentum-driven scoring to the splashing of water and thunder rolling, the range of surround channels spread outwards as wide as the travels captured in the film. Optional English and Spanish subs are available.
Special Features:
“Audio Commentary with Gareth Edwards, Scoot McNairy, and Whitney Able”:
You’ll get a hefty dose of focused Filmmaking 101 stuff in the other supplements, so don’t worry if this commentary’s more jovial, lighthearted, and sparse with its context. I loved how Edwards and his actors aggressively point out their characters in the harrowing moments at the beginning of the film, and how they admit to being hung-over before explaining why they changed the title from “Far From Home.”
Rounding things out are a generic, now thoroughly redundant “HDNet: A Look at Monsters” (4:40) featurette that works better almost as an overlong trailer. Also included are a small series of lengthy “Deleted/Extended Scenes” (20:07).
Grade ★ ★ ★ out of 5 stars
Distributed by C-Interactive Digital Entertainment
Available at all Astrovision and Astroplus branches nationwide
Rant of the Day: Well At Least The Plate Was Blue
I bleed Ateneo blue, it’s true. And yes, my favorite color is blue. I have tons of blue shirts. I’m always wearing blue jeans. Jackets, watches, shoes, assorted gadgets—blue, blue, my world is blue.
But I’ve often wondered why there’s no blue food. Every other color is well represented in the food kingdom: corn is yellow, spinach is green, apples are red, carrots are orange, grapes are purple, and mushrooms are brown. So where’s the blue food?
And don’t bother me with blueberries; they’re purple. The same is true of blue corn and blue potatoes. They’re purple. Blue cheese? Nice try. It’s actually white cheese with blue mold. Occasionally, you might run across some blue Jell-O in a cafeteria. Don’t eat it. It wasn’t supposed to be blue. Something went wrong.
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iMissSteve
Steve Jobs, one of the visionary creative geniuses who created the laptop that allows me to type the words “peen” and “chesticles” all day on the Internet, has gone off to iHeaven today at the young age of 56. Apple, the company that Steve co-founded, released this statement on their website:
“Apple has lost a visionary and creative genius, and the world has lost an amazing human being.”
“Those of us who have been fortunate enough to know and work with Steve have lost a dear friend and an inspiring mentor. Steve leaves behind a company that only he could have built, and his spirit will forever be the foundation of Apple.”
Steve stepped down as CEO of Apple earlier this year to continue his battle against pancreatic cancer, which he was diagnosed with in 2004. Steve’s family said that he died peacefully while surrounded by those he loved.
Rest in peace, Steve. Thank you for making it easier (and more fun and more interesting) for us to do everything. I would pour a shot of Patron on my MacBook, but I sort of need it to publish this post. iSad.
Ashton Kutcher Cheated…A Lot.
Both Us Weekly and Life & Style say today that not only are the rumors that Ashton Kutcher cheated on Demi Moore true, but he did it a lot. Even on their wedding anniversary. With two girls in a hot tub in Vegas. This dude knows how to party!
From Us Weekly:
How did Ashton Kutcher ring in his sixth wedding anniversary with Demi Moore on Sept. 24?
With a raucous, Demi-free party at the San Diego Hard Rock Hotel—which culminated in a sexual encounter in a hot tub with local blonde Sara Leal and her pal in his $2,500-a-night hotel suite. Moore, 48, was elsewhere in the U.S. promoting her directorial work for the Lifetime short film project.
The media is really trying to paint Ashton as the villain in all this, but if they want that to work they probably shouldn’t make what he was doing sound so completely fucking awesome, not to mention reasonable if the opportunity were to present itself.
It’s A Bird! It’s A Plane! It’s A Crazy Pinoy Guy Who’s Undergone Plastic Surgery To Look Like Superman!
A 35-year-old Filipino named Herbert Chavez is trying to become Superman. Not in the traditional, shoot-a-baby-into-space way, but a far creepier method—repeated plastic surgery.
According to RealSelf.com’s translation of this news report, the “pageant trainer” confirms he’s had chin augmentation to achieve the cleft, rhinoplasty for Christopher Reeve’s nose, silicone injections to his lips, and thigh implants.
Looking at Chavez’s before and after photos, the RealSelf experts speculate he’s also had eye surgery, cheek augmentation and jaw augmentation.
A few thoughts:
1. The only person I’ve ever heard of getting that many plastic surgeries was Michael Jackson, but it least it all worked out for the King of Pop.
2. I have a hard time imagining Drunken Hobo Russell Crowe as Jor-El in the upcoming Superman movie, but I can very much see him in a movie with Herbert.
3. Please, do yourself a favor and start humming the Superman theme by John Williams while you read this. It will improve the experience immeasurably.
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SuperVáclav Is My New Hero
Czech vigilante SuperVáclav says on his official site: “I am SuperVáclav and I decided to take action against the indifference and hypocrisy in society. I’m tired of just watch what is happening around us.”
First order of business: Smear dog poop on the backs of inconsiderate dog owners and run away.
See the above video from SuperVáclav’s POV below:
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Live Like You’re Dying: Steve Jobs 1955 – 2011
Steve Jobs delivers Stanford University’s 114th Commencement Address on June 12, 2005:
I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That’s it. No big deal. Just three stories.
The first story is about connecting the dots.
I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?
It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: “We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?” They said: “Of course.” My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.
And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents’ savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn’t see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn’t interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.
It wasn’t all romantic. I didn’t have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends’ rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:
Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.
None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, it’s likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.
Again, you can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something—your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.
My second story is about love and loss.
I was lucky—I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation—the Macintosh—a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.
I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down—that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me—I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.
I didn’t see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.
During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.
I’m pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn’t been fired from Apple. It was awful-tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don’t settle.
My third story is about death.
When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: “If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you’ll most certainly be right.” It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: “If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?” And whenever the answer has been “No” for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.
Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything—all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure—these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor’s code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you’d have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.
I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I’m fine now.
This was the closest I’ve been to facing death, and I hope it’s the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:
No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.
Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma—which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960’s, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.
Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: “Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.” It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.
Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.
Thank you all very much.
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WTF of the Day: A British Princess Putting Nicki Minaj To Shame
This is our future, part I lost count.
Signs of the Apocalypse, Part 14
AssStain Kutcher a.k.a. Douche Jesus made jizz stew with a bunch of skanks, Demi Moore is back on the bottle and I’m still waiting for the part where Bruce Willis goes Die Hard on Ashton’s ass.
Bow Down Before Me, Son of Jor…What? You’re Jor-El?!
This is Russell Crowe in his Jor-El (a.k.a. Superman’s biological pappy) costume from the upcoming movie “Man of Steel.” As God as my witness, I have no idea how I feel about this.
Nerd Porn: Stop-Motion Ninjas Dueling Each Other
Ninja from Olivier Trudeau on Vimeo.
Uhhh…yeah. Just watch. And then somebody give this dude a grant or something so he can make more of these things.
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