Movie Review: Captain Marvel

I know it’s been quite a while since I did a movie review, but you know how it is: life just gets in the way. Between school, work, karate, and all the other things I do, going and sitting in a theater for several hours just hasn’t fit into my agenda. This past week though I finally got a prime opportunity to see, and talk about, a movie that’s still current and timely. Of course I’m talking about none other than the latest MCU blockbuster, Captain Marvel.

In this film, which takes place long before most other inclusion in the MCU (1995 to be exact), Vers, an elite soldier of the alien Kree Empire, is captured by the Skrulls (whom the Kree are at war with), and crash-lands on Earth. While awaiting rescue by the rest of her team, she learns the shape-shifting Skrulls have infiltrated Earth and the planet will likely be destroyed by the Kree. This brings her into contact with then low-level SHIELD agent Nick Fury, who she teams up with to stop both the Skrulls and the Kree from destroying the planet–while at the same time going on a journey of self-discovery that reveals to her she is actually long-lost human pilot Carol Danvers, with powers that rival anything in the known universe.

First of all, let’s just acknowledge that this movie had a little hype surrounding it. And by a little, I mean A LOT. Seriously, it was crazy. And honestly, the trailers made it look pretty awesome. But does the actual Captain Marvel film live up to its illustrious reputation?

Umm–kind of?

Look, I won’t deny that this was a fun movie. I certainly didn’t check my watch during the whole runtime and I was pretty engrossed in the action, of which there was plenty. It filled in some plot holes in the MCU, like where the heck the Tesseract has been for the last 50-plus years if humans had it since the original Captain America movie. Come to think of it, there’s a lot of captains in Marvel, aren’t there? So is Carol Danvers or Steve Rogers the superior officer? Just kidding, it’s Carol. No contest. I mean, come on. She single-handedly defeated a fleet of Kree warships and beat up her entire team of super-soldiers without breaking a sweat. She’s far and away the most powerful hero we’ve seen in the Marvel universe, with the possible exception of Doctor Strange (and that’s a whole different argument). So if you came to this movie looking for a good time and plenty of light-hearted humor combined with quippy one-liners and awesome CGI-laden fight sequences, you’ll probably have a good time.

Oh, and did you know this was a feminist movie? I sure didn’t. Also, that was sarcasm. Obviously one of the big selling points for Captain Marvel is that it’s headlined by a female superhero–a leading lady being a first for the MCU and a fine addition to what’s honestly a criminally male-stuffed lineup. Really, who else is there? Black Widow. Scarlet Witch. And Gamora! Oh wait, she’s dead. Yep, that’s pretty much it. Geez, Marvel. This much-needed injection of diversity into the MCU goes a long way toward solving that problem, making Carol Danvers the most powerful of the Avengers and also just a really fun character. Brie Larson did a fantastic job in this movie–with what she was given to work with. More on that in a second. But her attitude instantly endears her to the audience, as well as her struggle with balancing her cold, logical Kree warrior side and her emotional human identity–pretty much the crux character arc of the entire movie and a pretty thinly-veiled jab at how women are treated in society at large. With all the cultural shifts that are going on right now in this country and around the world, I think Captain Marvel couldn’t have come at a better time. A lot of young women seeing this movie are sure to be inspired, and Danvers serves as a pretty good role model with an understandable inner struggle. Seriously, Kree culture is pretty sexist if you ask me.

That said, all the feminist imagery in the movie can sometimes come off as–how do I put this?–heavy-handed. There’s certainly not much effort put into making the women-empowering message of the movie subtle. Not that there should be, at all! I’m just saying that sometimes when a story becomes more about making a social point and less about filling out its fictional world and characters, that’s were you can run into some problems–and it’s where Captain Marvel stumbles a bit. The big picture is there, but the details are missing. As great as it was seeing Samuel L. Jackson playing a younger, more carefree version of taciturn super-spy Fury, there’s not a whole lot of explanation put into why he lost his sense of humor between now and The Avengers (unless he’s bitter about the whole eye thing, which was hilariously underplayed). I also appreciated the movie’s pivot to the Kree being the real villains and the Skrulls being basically persecuted refugees (hey look, there’s another social commentary point!). Jude Law was criminally underutilized in his role as Carol’s mentor-turned-nemesis and was pretty much totally forgettable. And remember how Lee Pace made a big deal about how his stiff-as-a-board character Ronan from Guardians 1 was going to be delved more deeply into in this movie? Yeah, so much for that. Ronan was unfortunately just as snore-inducing as ever. And for someone who just found out her best friend is back from the dead, half-alien, and with superpowers, Lashana Lynch’s Maria Rambeau seems to be okay with it pretty fast. I’m not saying any of these actors were bad or it’s their fault some of these plot strings seemed contrived and uninspired. I’m just saying.

It didn’t feel like the movie went into a lot of trouble to fill out any characters other than Carol herself, and even that’s pretty questionable. I mean, for someone who believes she’s an interstellar alien warrior and superior to humans in every way, she takes the whole you’re-actually-one-of-us shocker pretty well, doesn’t she? Too well if you ask me. I just think the movie could have made a much bigger deal about her coming to terms with her identity and the struggle of logic vs. emotion, human vs. Kree if it really wanted to make a feminist point, instead of reverting to the much more ham-fisted tactic of her blasting Yon-Rogg through a mountain when he tried to mansplain her (which admittedly was a pretty awesome scene).

My Rating: 7/10

Look, after all that, please don’t get me wrong: I thought Captain Marvel was a good movie. Good, but not great. It was an engaging but ultimately rather uninspired addition to the Marvel universe that felt at times like it was just an extended prequel chapter to Avengers: Endgame. It was fun, but it didn’t feel like it brought anything new to the table that other MCU films before it hadn’t–other than a female lead, which was totally awesome. I respect that Captain Marvel was trying to be a movie of ideas with its heavy reliance of the plight of women and refugees, and just people who are different. I just think the whole thing could have been done with a little more art and finesse. It’s not even close to the worst Marvel film (that is solely forever the domain of Iron Man 2), but it’s not the best, either. I will say though that I look forward to seeing more of Danvers’s interaction with the other Avengers, and hopefully her taking charge in the fight against Thanos–based on Larson’s performance in this movie, that promises to be very rewarding indeed.

My 2,000 Follower Giveaway (Finally!)

Hi everyone! So I know at this point it’s been several months and I’m way behind the times, but I’ve been thinking a lot about what I wanted to do for a giveaway as I reach 2,000 followers on Twitter (I’m now up to over 2,300, so thanks guys!). When I hit 1,000 followers, I sent out a signed copy of both of my books to the winner, but this time, I wanted to do something a little more special. I just couldn’t figure out what.

But then it hit me! I actually can’t take all the credit for this because I’m borrowing the idea from someone else I saw on Twitter. I just thought it was so genius and fun that I had to give it a try. Not only is this giveaway about promoting me, but it’s also about promoting YOU and your work in a way that’s entertaining for everyone! I can’t think of a better way to thank the people who follow me and all the friends I’ve come to know.

So here’s how it’s going to work: for every like and retweet you give my posts about the contest on Twitter, I’ll add your name to the drawing once, so more likes and retweets means more chances to win! Then I’ll randomly pick the winner out of a hat, as it were, just like the last giveaway. But here’s where the difference lies: the winner I pick will get to send me some of THEIR work, whether it be a chapter of a story you’re writing, a poem or two, a short story, whatever. I don’t care if it’s published, from a work in progress, or anything like that–just as long as it’s something you want out there. Of course I reserve the right to screen for content and length, but I’m sure we can work something out. I know all your work and it’s fantastic!

Then–and this is the fun part–I’ll publish a pubic video of myself doing a dramatic reading of whatever you sent me, audiobook style. Not only will you get to see and hear me that way, but you’ll get to see and hear your work read aloud too. How cool is that? I promise I’ll make it as good a performance as I can–I did high school theater, you know. And of course I’ll make sure to credit you and share whatever information you want about how to find you, what you do, where it’s published, or what it’s from. Again, this is about helping YOU just as much as helping me.

Sound like your cup of tea? Or just a fun, goofy thing to try? Well that’s the point! Best of luck, and I hope to see a lot of you brilliant writers entering. Looking forward to finding a winner and getting to enjoy your work as much as you do!

Writing Update–October 2018

Hi everyone!

First of all, I apologize for my lack of consistent posting in the past few months. I knew that starting grad school would keep me busy, but with work and a new grad assistant position I’m also taking on along with karate and trying to have a social life, I find myself with precious little time to just sit down and write a life update–or just write in general. But in brief, here’s what’s going on for me right now.

As when you last heard from me, I’m still working on my WIP and the second book in the “Camp Ferguson” series, Jack Ferguson Strikes Back. I’ve been writing on and off but made some good progress lately–I’m up to the middle of Chapter 12 out of my 17 projected chapters, so that’s decent I think! For a couple of weeks recently I actually successfully committed myself to writing 500 words a day, every day–and then promptly fell off the wagon when more school work piled on. I guess that’s about as good an excuse as any, but still it’s an excuse and I know it. 500 words is really not that much to commit to on a daily basis, and seriously I would recommend trying to do that to every single writer I know. It feels SO much better when you access your story and characters every day without a ton of pressure to write a lot in one go. I felt like I was really submerged in the world of my story consistently and was able to pick up and write from where I left off much more easily than usual. So I’ve promised myself that after next week–when my school work hopefully calms down a bit again–I’ll get back to it.

In addition, I’ve been learning A LOT from my grad school program at Rosemont College, and I can say with certainty that going back to school to study creative writing was the right choice for me. Already after six weeks of classes I feel like I’ve learned more about writing than I have in the past six years. And shameless plug, I would HIGHLY recommend Rosemont to anyone who wants to write. The faculty are amazing here and there’s so many great opportunities. Anyway, my current two classes are Rhetoric and Composition, a class on how to teach writing classes (I know, so meta), and Novel Craft, on–well–crafting novels. It’s the basic class that comes before novel workshop courses and provides a lot of groundwork in terms of creating setting, fleshing out characters, and giving you a sense of what makes good writing. I can tell you without any hesitation that RhetComp has made me really excited about the possibility of teaching writing someday–add that to the list of potential future careers with editor and literary agent. And of course Novel Craft has really opened my eyes to things about making good stories that I had never really thought about.

With that said, I’m somewhat uncomfortable now looking back on the two books I’ve already published. Given everything I’ve learned and will continue to learn, I know that despite my pride for those stories as a whole, the writing is probably not the best. In fact, it could be way, WAY better than it is right now. I’ve got more people reading my books now and I’m feeling extremely self-conscious because of things I’ve come to recognize as bad writing being present in my books, and the idea of not putting my absolute best work forward really kills me (I’m a perfectionist, news flash). That said, I am self-published, which in this case is a very good thing. It would be easy for me to revise my old books and simply upload new editions onto Amazon, and that’s something that once the current semester is over, I may actually look into doing. Like I said, I wouldn’t change anything really significant within the stories, but in terms of things like character description I know I could do MUCH better with what I know now. So why not do something about it?

I also mentioned that I’m a grad assistant now too–helping the English department here with some faculty projects and whatnot. It’s been a really valuable look into the world of teaching so far and I’m hoping to continue doing it!

Okay, last thing, I promise: after a lot of existential wrestling and trying to come up with new story ideas, I decided that the novel I’m going to work on perfecting as my thesis while I’m at Rosemont is none other than The Showstopper Returns!–the long-awaited sequel to my first book, The Showstopper! While I’m still not sure how I feel about doing a sequel in this program, where no one else will know where my characters came from or the events of the previous story that inform this one, it’s perfect in a lot of ways. One of the primary reasons I was uncomfortable with starting this sequel was due to the various research and sensitivity issues in the subject matter–challenges which I think my participating in this MFA program has uniquely positioned me to overcome in a friendly academic environment. Plus, it’s an interesting exercise to create a sequel that doesn’t depend as much on its source material and can stand on its own, so I’m going to try to create a book that won’t inspire a ton of questions about what happened before and that first-time readers can get right into without even needing to read the first book. I’m at home with those characters and I’ve been dying to dive back into the world of The Showstopper! for a long time–so I’m going for it!

Okay, that’s enough from me for now. I’m sure you have your own lives to get back to. But as always, thanks for reading, and I hope this post finds every one of you well in your own personal and writing lives. You’re all awesome, and don’t ever forget it!

Review of the Week–Wonder Boys

Apologies for my late review this week–technically I guess I’m not even on schedule, because it’s now NEXT week already. I just haven’t gotten out to see many movies recently or had much to talk about in the way of TV shows. That said, I did recently finish reading the first book on my reading list for the upcoming grad school semester–so I figured, why not? I’ll talk about this. It’s Wonder Boys, published in 1995 by one of my favorite authors, Michael Chabon.

Wonder Boys features an ensemble cast of characters all living in a college community in the Pittsburgh area. Middle-aged writing professor Grady Tripp is struggling to finish his latest novel, “Wonder Boys”–thousands of pages long and no closer to ending. One fateful weekend, with a literary festival taking place on campus, his life becomes entangled with that of one of his students, the quiet and troubled James Leer. Together with his longtime friend and editor Terry Crabtree, Grady and James embark on a series of increasingly ludicrous misadventures in their quest to understand each other and their writing issues. But how much of what James tells Grady is actually true? And what even is truth anyway?

Okay, I’ll start by being honest–Wonder Boys isn’t my favorite Michael Chabon book. The first book of his I read was Summerland, and the second was The Yiddish Policeman’s Union, both of which have grounds in alternative universe, relatively out-there fiction which I really enjoy. This book is way, way more grounded and talks about what could easily be a real-life situation, something that I’m not as crazy about. I read my books to escape from reality, not be reminded of it. So on first brush I wasn’t that thrilled about the premise of Wonder Boys. It reminds me a lot of something like Catcher in the Rye, or if you want to go with a movie comparison, The Big Lebowski: a story about the darkly comical misadventures of its clueless characters, who contemplate in their own warped yet wise way the meaning of life in general and what their purpose is. Most of the characters are chronically lost and can’t seem to do anything right, which also works its way into their existential troubles as writers–something I can totally identify with. In fact, this book is pretty much written about writers and the demons and doubts they often face. So in that respect, I actually can get behind it pretty strongly because it represents that kind of thing very well.

And it is funny. I won’t lie. It’s not your typical ha-ha type funny, but more of a just ludicrous misadventure and series of one farcical mistake after another strung together in a weekend that’s about as bad as it can possibly be for all the characters involved. It more or less ends happily though (or at least with the promise of a light at the end of the tunnel), so that’s something! Like I said, if you like down to earth, seemingly pointless wackiness in the nature of what the Coen brothers like to do, this is probably a book you’d really enjoy. Especially Grady Tripp, with his dry and cynical wit, reminds me a lot of someone like Bill Murray in any given Bill Murray movie–somebody who just rolls with all the stupid, crazy things that happen around them while keeping a perfectly straight face, accepts it all, and moves on. Definitely a black comedy, but a comedy nonetheless.

One of the main points the novel brings up is how a writer’s actual life can relate to and give meaning to their story, and honestly I’m not sure how I feel about this. When Grady learns that most of the things James has told him about his background were lies–including that his parents are very much alive and not dead–it makes him question whether anything he’s read in James’s manuscript has value. Up to this point it had seemed to parallel James’s life, but when that is revealed as a falsehood, he struggles with whether it invalidates the story or not. The question is largely left unresolved and up to the reader to decide. But that’s just one example of how Wonder Boys tackles all the struggles writers, and creators of anything really, face from time to time. I can certainly relate to feeling lost and directionless with writer’s block, not being able to finish something I started, and the frustration that leaks out into the rest of life because of it. So if you’re not a writer, will you appreciate this book as much? Maybe not. But it could still be compelling.

And that’s the other thing about Wonder Boys–despite the fact that I’m not sure if I’m crazy about the story as a whole, I can’t deny that it’s very, very well written for all of the reasons I’ve already described. There’s well-crafted, believable characters who act like real people would, and such vivid descriptions of setting and emotions that you can’t help but be in awe of an artist like Chabon. While I may not like it as much as his other books, it’s definitely just as good from a writing standpoint. Everything makes sense and comes together nicely in the end, and overall the narrative reflects the chaotic, nonsensical messiness of real life, and the things both bad and good that can come out of it–including that sometimes, starting fresh is what you really need.

My Rating: 7/10

I can’t say that I’m personally ecstatic over reading Wonder Boys, or that it’s my favorite Michael Chabon book, but I have to admit that it’s an extremely well-written novel and worth a read for people who enjoy the kinds of themes and ideas it puts forward. I can definitely understand why it would be part of a college curriculum, and I look forward to dissecting all the elements of story that make this such a fine example of fiction. It’s also nice to know that someone else out there feels the same as me when it comes to difficulties in writing and understands them, especially such a big-name author. It’s not quite my cup of tea, but still definitely worth a read if you like fine literature.

Review of the Week–The Button, the Fire, and the Worst Day Ever

Once again, I find myself this week with the distinct pleasure of reviewing a book written by one of my fellow young authors–this time, an intriguing collection of short stories that might keep you awake at night. Let’s talk about The Button, the Fire, and the Worst Day Ever, the first published work by K.C. Hamby!

In this collection of three short stories, the author examines several of the primal fears that make up our human nature, tackling subjects from the pain and consequences of mental illness, the cruelty of people to others, understanding tragedy, and of course simple, deep, psychological terror. The unsettling but fascinating stories are told from three very different points of view: a young girl with a teddy bear unaware of where the real monsters in the world come from; an old-fashioned southern gentleman about to learn the true meaning of fear; and a suffering high school student battling her inner demons. But all examine the pure, unvarnished truth that disturbing things can and often do happen in life, and the many and varied ways in which we try to cope with them.

I’ll break down the stories one at a time here to make my thoughts flow a bit easier.

“The Button-Eyed Teddy Bear” was probably my favorite story of the lot. It was simple, direct, and to the point, confronting us with an obvious but still heartbreaking scenario of a young girl afraid of imaginary monsters, only to lose her parents to a real monster–a human being–who breaks in and kills them. The way the story was written I think perfectly encapsulates the point of view of a small child, with lots of exclamation points–I like to think children think only in exclamation points anyway–and a simple sentence structure. It also plays on that common childhood fear of darkness and monsters under the bed, something we can all completely relate to. And for those who have experienced similar tragedy, that too. I suppose the way it ended should have been obvious, but I wasn’t sure what kind of horror to expect here, so it still did take me a bit by surprise. And like I said, the naive question posed at the end just tears your heart out like it would in real life. Very effective emotional play.

I didn’t enjoy “Johnson Mansion” nearly as much–not just because the subject matter was a bit out of my grasp (plantation-era south), but also because I keep feeling like I missed something here that would make me understand the end result a bit more. I mean, I get that old people can be creepy sometimes, and the story definitely does convey that, but was witchcraft involved? Or was it just the narrator’s own inner turmoil coming out in some way? I wish there was a bit more evidence of either of these things to point us in some concrete direction, and in the end I’m left not sure what to think. I feel like this had the potential to be really good on par with something like Poe’s “Fall of the House of Usher”, but it fizzled out a bit when I wasn’t sure what happened. I think I probably missed something really obvious and that other people might get more out of it than I did, but it was my least favorite of the three stories. Not that it was bad, certainly! It just didn’t work for me the way the others did. I wish it had been a little longer for sure to really build up the suspense and horror aspects.

Now “Eat, Drink, and Be Mary”–that was truly horrifying. I also think it’s the most timely and culturally relevant of the three stories given that it tackles mental illness. Having never suffered from severe mental distress, I can’t say I know what it feels like, but I can’t help but think the agony and anguish felt by the main character, Mary, is probably exactly right. Problems that serious can be completely overwhelming, not to mention the fact that high school isn’t exactly the most healthy social environment in the first place. The alienation, anger, and self-loathing Mary feels is something I think a lot of us can relate to. Maybe not the murderous personality change, but still. I think it’s somewhat of an allegory for the inner battle that mental illness often causes in people, and how difficult it can be to hang on and maintain one’s sanity when you feel no one cares or wants to help you. This was very reminiscent of a “Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde”-type story, and was appropriately suspenseful that up until the end I wasn’t sure whether Mary’s dominant or inner psychotic personality would prevail. This kind of incident is a tragedy I think we see repeated so often in the world today, and makes some good points about how to approach someone with these issues and what kind of culture is healthy or unhealthy for people who may be more sensitive to it.

Okay, so I liked all the stories in varying degrees. But I think the real thing The Button, the Fire, and the Worst Day Ever has going for it is how well the author encapsulates the points of view of three vastly different characters/narrators and gives them each their own entirely believable surroundings, reality, and personality. Even something as far removed from my experience as an 1800s southern gentleman was written with such attention to detail that I couldn’t help but be drawn into the stories and feel for the characters in my own way. I think that kind of skill is a rare gift, especially when coming from such different short tales, and it’s definitely the primary strength of the book itself.

My Rating: 8/10

There’s no reason why, if you like good short fiction, you shouldn’t pick up The Button, the Fire, and the Worst Day Ever (and you can really easily on Amazon!). You can read it in one sitting, it’s highly engrossing, and covers a variety of times and places that ensure pretty much any reader can find a story that probably speaks to them. Its focus on mental illness, trauma, and horror is done both tastefully and entertainingly enough that I couldn’t put it down until I was finished, and the strength of characterization is really excellent here. I see great things in the future for this author, and look forward to reading more of her work!

Review of the Week–Godzilla: City on the Edge of Battle

Sorry my review is so delayed this week–I’ve been a bit busy with everything on my plate at this point. But never fear, I’m back! At least for now. And you know what else is back? Everyone’s favorite movie monster, Godzilla, in a brand-new anime movie. Yes, the sequel to the pretty darn cool Godzilla: Planet of the Monsters is here, so how does it stack up to the first chapter of the story? Yes, I know I’m a few weeks behind the times here, but still. Let’s check out what’s going on in Godzilla: City on the Edge of Battle.

In the aftermath of Planet of the Monsters, Haruo Sakaki and his band of alien and human soldiers find themselves stranded on Earth, cut off from their orbiting colony ship when Godzilla devastated their fighting force. But they’re quickly captured by descendants of the original humans who lived on earth thousands of years earlier and have been living under Godzilla’s reign, and still using a nanometal material made from Mechagodzilla–a robotic drone created by the Billusaludo to fight Godzilla that was lost and presumed destroyed. Embarking on a quest to find this weapon that might finally give them the tools they need to take down Godzilla once and for all, the force discovers that while Mechagodzilla is indeed gone, its remnants have self-constructed a massive city over the millennia full of firepower to bring down the monster it was designed to kill. But when the battle to retake the Earth from Godzilla presents Haruo once again with a critical choice, will he be willing to sacrifice his own humanity, and that of his men, to achieve his goal?

As I stated back in my review of Planet of the Monsters, this new Godzilla trilogy has a lot of promise in spite of a few flaws–anime Godzilla still looks super-sweet in this new installment, and while I’m disappointed not to see the actual Mechagodzilla appear, the concept of Mechagodzilla City and what’s going on there was, I have to admit, pretty cool and very original. That’s what I love most about this series–the originality of combining old-school Godzilla with all the futuristic sci-fi mayhem and bleak, apocalyptic symbolism that’s going on here is really awesome. Plus, did anyone catch that not-so-vague Mothra reference here? Maybe we’ll see some classic monster grudge matches at some point after all.

And speaking of that–I’m sure we probably all saw it coming, but the enigmatic alien Metphies finally revealed to Haruo the name of the monster that destroyed his own world in the film’s climactic moment: none other than the three-headed, lightning-spitting dragon King Gidorah. Oh yeah, baby! That’s what I’m talking about. The promise of a Godzilla-Gidorah fight in the third film was just the kick City on the Edge of Battle needed to keep me on the edge of my seat until the next installment drops. Given the scale of power we’ve seen Godzilla reach at this point in these movies, that battle is going to be EPIC.

But enough about that–I guess we have to talk about the topic at hand, right?

Sadly, despite all my hype for it, I have to say that in many respects, City on the Edge of Battle falls short of the bar established by Planet of the Monsters. There’s a whole lot of talking, exposition, and walking around, but precious little in the way of consequential action until the film’s last 20 minutes or so. Part of what made the first movie so special to me was the innovation of using all the high-concept sci-fi stuff in a Godzilla story, and a second film with pretty much the same stuff just can’t compare to the sheer newness of that idea. So there’s that working against the film right off.

As for the plot twist…huh. Well, I can’t say I expected the Billusaludo to be the aliens who turned on their human allies first. With their whole plot to let themselves and everyone else be absorbed by the nanometal to increase its power, and let it overrun the Earth in the process, humanity would essentially be trading one master for another. It also brings up the whole debate about whether it’s necessary to become a monster in order to defeat a monster like Godzilla–a sound but hardly revolutionary morality play. Also, is it just me or did this movie feel really derivative of, like, everything else anime to anyone? It just got a little ridiculous to see Gundams attacking Godzilla, that’s all I’m saying.

There’s also not much here in the way of character development–most of the people in the movie stay more or less static, while Haruo’s only meaningful growth comes in the final ten minutes when he realizes that his rather bland love interest’s life is at stake. It just kind of falls flat to me. I think the movie could have done a lot more to lay out the essential inhumanity of the Billusaludo’s plan and how horrifying it could be if taken to its logical conclusion. Basically, the moral of the story here is that there are lines even Haruo won’t cross to beat that which he hates so much–a big turnaround from the really Captain Ahab vibe I got from him in the first movie, and which I liked a lot more than the traditional hero type we’re starting to see in him. I mean, there’s nothing WRONG with it. It’s just really bland and blah to me.

Overall, City on the Edge of Battle just feels like somewhat unnecessary filler that someone felt was needed to bridge two chapters of an otherwise epic saga. It tried to do a lot of things and go in a lot of different directions and didn’t end up doing any of them very well. It’s the typical sequel doldrums at work again, and while it’s certainly not the worst Godzilla movie I’ve ever seen, it didn’t do enough to recapture the pure adrenaline and novelty of its predecessor. While Planet of the Monsters felt like almost a retelling of a classic novel at times, this film is basically an action movie: big, bombastic, and loud. That’s about all. Well, for about half of it. Probably less.

My Rating: 5/10

Godzilla: City on the Edge of Battle retreads a lot of the ground established in the first movie in this anime Godzilla series–some of it very solid–but the problem is that it doesn’t add anything suitably interesting to the narrative and seems only to serve as a vehicle to get to the third chapter. There was a lot of setup work done here that could end up paying dividends later on, but as a standalone this movie was kind of a let-down from the previous installment. In summary, the upcoming third movie has a lot of heavy lifting to do to recover the same sense of wonder and pure entertainment I felt upon seeing Planet of the Monsters–this second part in the trilogy, while not all bad, is most likely to be the forgettable, somewhat regrettable chapter in the saga.

Review of the Week–Mission Impossible: Fallout

There is definitely a such thing as a franchise being taken too far–Pirates of the Caribbean and The Fast and the Furious are just a couple of the myriad examples that spring to mind. But it seems that others just get better with age. That’s at least what in my experience has happened with the Mission: Impossible movies, but how does the most recent (and if word is to be believed, the final) installment stack up? Let’s take a look at Mission Impossible: Fallout.

In this sixth Mission: Impossible movie, IMF agent Ethan Hunt once again steps up to save the world after a terrorist group called The Apostles (the remains of Mission Impossible: Rogue Nation‘s Syndicate) steals three plutonium cores out from under him in a mission gone wrong. Faced with the prospect of nuclear annihilation, Hunt, along with his usual-suspect gang of fellow IMF operatives and joined by CIA assassin August Walker and the ever-mysterious Ilsa Faust, is forced to join forces with former Syndicate head Solomon Lane to stop the plot. But with the rest of the CIA suspicious of his motives and members of the team hiding their own agendas, Hunt finds his past colliding with the present as everything he cares about is put on the line in what looks to be his final battle.

Billed as the pinnacle of the Mission: Impossible series, Fallout certainly doesn’t disappoint in the action department. From skydiving from 20,000 feet to what seems like an endless car chase/gun fight through London and even a helicopter duel in the mountains of Kashmir, this movie keeps you on the edge of your seat until the clock runs out–literally. There’s plenty of the standard Mission: Impossible fare we’re all familiar with at this point, with death-defying courage, brilliant gadgetry and planning, and just a hint of dumb luck factoring into almost all the admittedly amusing and thrilling action sequences. At almost two and a half hours long, I never once looked at my watch–although I will admit it was exhausting. If nothing else, Fallout definitely won’t bore you. Some have called it the best action movie of all time–personally, Mad Max: Fury Road still takes the cake for me, but this one’s pretty up there, too.

In addition, Fallout goes to great pains to connect all five movies before it in constructing a narrative of Ethan Hunt’s devotion to saving the world from itself, and whether or not his duty is misplaced. While the movie is pretty much a direct sequel to Rogue Nation (in my opinion by far the best Mission: Impossible film), there’s a ton of call-outs to everything from the very first movie to Ghost Protocol, Rogue Nation,  and Mission Impossible 3. All in all, things get tied up pretty nicely. Mainstay characters like Benji Dunn and Luther Stickell return in fine form, as always, though the absence of Jeremy Renner’s Brandt did sting a bit, and of course the relative newcomer Ilsa, played by Rebecca Ferguson, turns in another great performance. In Brandt’s place we got Henry Cavil as Walker, an implacable, stone-faced tank of a man whose total dedication to his mission and shoot first, ask questions later attitude conflicts directly with Hunt’s focus on the well-being of his people. I’ve never been a huge Henry Cavil fan, but he’s passable here simply because he looks imposing and doesn’t say much–although he does serve as a reality check to the film, poking fun at all the IMF’s ridiculous schemes like masks and whatnot. I sort of wish Sean Harris’s Lane had a bigger part in this movie after being such a great villain in Rogue Nation, but what he does contribute is again fantastic. Now there’s a guy who’s plenty menacing.

As for franchise star Tom Cruise, he still doesn’t seem to be slowing down at all even after six movies, and still manages to convincingly portray Hunt as a man who’s willing to do whatever it takes to save the world, but isn’t willing to sacrifice the people he cares about to do it. I mean, let’s be honest: you kind of have to take the fact that the things that happen in Mission: Impossible are completely ludicrous and move past that to really enjoy them. Nowhere was that more apparent than in Fallout, where the characters repeatedly admit to making things up as they go along. There was even a fair amount of really convincing pathos in Luther’s choked-up explanation of Ethan’s past, Ilsa and Hunt’s mutual but unacknowledged attraction, and the reappearance of Hunt’s former wife Julia at the climax of the film as she helps her ex-husband save the day one more time and tells him about how he’s made her a better person–plus the bad guys’ quest to remake the world in a way that they think will be better than the messy, chaotic status quo. It’s all pretty much here.

I will say, though, that the decision to reveal Walker as the double-agent and true villain of the film was kind of heavy-handed and immensely predictable. I mean, gee wiz, who would’ve thought that the sole new face on the team would end up being the faceless mystery villain? Um, me. And how it was so telegraphed not even halfway into the film with Walker lying to his CIA boss about what happened was way too obvious for me. It would have been a lot more effective had things waited until closer to the end for that turn to happen–or better yet, get rid of John Lark and just make Solomon Lane the villain again. What’s wrong with that? Also, the White Widow’s character, while interesting and definitely entertaining, was strange and felt incredibly convenient and out of place in the film when you look at everything else going on.

My only other complaint about Fallout is that, while I did thoroughly enjoy it, it just didn’t quite reach the heights of pure entertainment joy as Rogue Nation did. In this installment, the writers were clearly going for a story with a little more weight and meaning to it, and it’s reflected in the darker, heavier tone of the movie. While I don’t think this was a detriment–quite the opposite, in fact–it lead to me just not having as much fun with this one. But it’s still easier better than a lot of the previous installments, including Ghost Protocol–say what you want about that movie, but in the end its plot makes very little sense. Speaking of which, though–how the hell did Ethan Hunt and the IMF get so totally played by the Apostles in the beginning? Everyone abandoning the plutonium and going straight to help Luther–especially when they knew he was bullet-proof!–seemed like total amateur hour to me and a mistake that these professional agents would never have let happen. So the premise of the entire movie seemed a stretch of credibility, and if you look at it that way, maybe the entire movie shouldn’t even have happened. But I digress.

My Rating: 8/10

Mission Impossible: Fallout isn’t the best Mission: Impossible movie, but it’s definitely second-best in my book, and that still makes for a fine movie. If this is indeed to be the end of the franchise in its current form, the cast and crew succeeded in sending it out with a pulse-pounding bang that combined humor, heart, and nonstop action in what was overall a pretty convincing if imperfect package. That’s good enough for me, folks.