Dark Knights and Watchmen

This Thursday. July 31st, 2008...

That's the day the Missus and I were able to get someone to watch Jack so we could go out to see THE DARK KNIGHT. Calling it the most anticipated movie of 2008 is a vast understatement for both of us. Our geek hearts are ready to burst with the excitement. Although this may also be in part due to getting another evening out to act like adults (albeit adults who love comic book movies).

In the meantime, I've been reading plenty of Batman graphic novels to gear up for the film. Just finished the deluxe edition of The Killing Joke by Alan Moore, and the image below should clue you in to what I'm re-reading now:

Speaking of Alan Moore, supposedly attached to THE DARK KNIGHT is the long-awaited (and long feared) trailer to arguably the best graphic novel (superhero, anyway) of all time. Watchmen is one of those books that doesn't just elevate the genre, but transcends it. There's a reason this book made Time Magazine's 100 Best English Novels of the 20th Century, and if you're at all a fan of how comics are shaped and plotted now, you have books like this to thank. Along with Frank Miller's The Dark Knight Returns it literally changed the landscape of how mainstream comics worked.

Check out the WATCHMEN trailer by clicking on the image, and have a nice day!

Dark Knights and Watchmen

This Thursday. July 31st, 2008...

That's the day the Missus and I were able to get someone to watch Jack so we could go out to see THE DARK KNIGHT. Calling it the most anticipated movie of 2008 is a vast understatement for both of us. Our geek hearts are ready to burst with the excitement. Although this may also be in part due to getting another evening out to act like adults (albeit adults who love comic book movies).

In the meantime, I've been reading plenty of Batman graphic novels to gear up for the film. Just finished the deluxe edition of The Killing Joke by Alan Moore, and the image below should clue you in to what I'm re-reading now:

Speaking of Alan Moore, supposedly attached to THE DARK KNIGHT is the long-awaited (and long feared) trailer to arguably the best graphic novel (superhero, anyway) of all time. Watchmen is one of those books that doesn't just elevate the genre, but transcends it. There's a reason this book made Time Magazine's 100 Best English Novels of the 20th Century, and if you're at all a fan of how comics are shaped and plotted now, you have books like this to thank. Along with Frank Miller's The Dark Knight Returns it literally changed the landscape of how mainstream comics worked.

Check out the WATCHMEN trailer by clicking on the image, and have a nice day!

One More Reason I Love Roger Ebert

If you only know Roger Ebert as (forgive me) the "fat guy who gives movies "thumbs up or thumbs down"" then you really don't know Roger Ebert at all. Before the television show, before the "thumbs" there was and still is a giant of the written word, a master of film criticism and an unabashed lover of the movies. His Great Movie series of essays have broadened my film palette to include such luminaries as Jean-Pierre Mellville and Yasujiro Ozo, the "UP" series by Michael Apted, and the wonder of films like PEEPING TOM and PARIS, TEXAS. For years he's run his Overlooked Film Festival (now known as Ebertfest), which features both new and old films deserving of more recognition, and has famously taught films by dissecting them one shot at a time.

More recently he's been plagued by cancer and additional injuries that, while taking away his voice and a large portion of his mobility, hasn't deterred his passion for movies in the slightest. He's still covering at least 3-4 films a week for the Chicago Sun Times, and now he has a blog.

That's right, folks. Roger Ebert has joined the Internet community.

I bring all this up because in his most recent entry Ebert has written a beautiful tribute to the power a particular film has to define our life, and how over time our viewing of the film changes without a single frame being altered.

For Ebert this film is LA DOCLE VITA. Read it. It sums up everything I've ever felt about how a film can encapsulate a life, and is perhaps the best expalantion for the millions of us who go by the name "cinephile," "film-geek," or a couple dozen others that spring to mind.

And if nothing else, you'll get a hysterical anecdote about the filming of the famous Trevi Fountain scene.

This is Why I Love Roger Ebert

If you only know Roger Ebert as (forgive me) the "fat guy who gives movies "thumbs up or thumbs down"" then you really don't know Roger Ebert at all. Before the television show, before the "thumbs" there was and still is a giant of the written word, a master of film criticism and an unabashed lover of the movies. His Great Movie series of essays have broadened my film palette to include such luminaries as Jean-Pierre Mellville and Yasujiro Ozo, the "UP" series by Michael Apted, and the wonder of films like PEEPING TOM and PARIS, TEXAS. For years he's run his Overlooked Film Festival (now known as Ebertfest), which features both new and old films deserving of more recognition, and has famously taught films by dissecting them one shot at a time.

More recently he's been plagued by cancer and additional injuries that, while taking away his voice and a large portion of his mobility, hasn't deterred his passion for movies in the slightest. He's still covering at least 3-4 films a week for the Chicago Sun Times, and now he has a blog.

That's right, folks. Roger Ebert has joined the Internet community.

I bring all this up because in his most recent entry Ebert has written a beautiful tribute to the power a particular film has to define our life, and how over time our viewing of the film changes without a single frame being altered.

For Ebert this film is LA DOCLE VITA. Read it. It sums up everything I've ever felt about how a film can encapsulate a life, and is perhaps the best expalantion for the millions of us who go by the name "cinephile," "film-geek," or a couple dozen others that spring to mind.

And if nothing else, you'll get a hysterical anecdote about the filming of the famous Trevi Fountain scene.

Book #28: Case Histories

Read any Amazon.com review, or even check out the reader's guide at the back of the book, and chances are you'll see Case Histories described as a "literary mystery" novel. I'm not really sure what factors qualify a book to be considered "literary" - it's a nebulous definition that here appears to mean that the mystery in the novel (there are three main mysteries and a series of peripheral ones) come secondary to the relationships and themes Kate Atkinson addresses in her fourth novel and first to feature recurring private detective Jackson Brodie. There's also an emphasis on description and narrative as opposed to dialog - whole sections go by without anyone actually saying anything.

If any of this sounds boring it isn't - Atkinson's strength as a writer is to enfold you in the emotional dilemmas of her characters, allowing you the rare experience of not needing to hear someone speak to know what they're saying.

Case Histories opens with sketches of three tragic events - in 1971 Olivia Land, a precocious three-year old suddenly goes missing during a night sleeping outside. In 2004 Laura Wyre, a young woman bursting with life is brutally murdered her first day working at her father's law firm. Finally in 19-- (the date escapes me and I don't have the book in front of me) Michelle Morrsion seemingly takes an ax to her husband while their daughter watches. For various reasons and in various ways these three events find their way to Jackson Brodie, a bruised and morose ex-military and police inspector, dealing simultaneously with a nasty ex-wife, an eight year old daughter who dresses like she's 18, and a detective business that feels more like a burden than a job. As Jackson comes into the lives of the people associated with the murders he's forced to look into his own past and come to grips with the violent deaths within his own family.

The novel jumps back and forward in time, telling the story through the perspective of multiple narrators, of which Jackson is only one. The joy comes from the way Atkinson manages to slowly unearth a little of the puzzle at a time, not through incredible clues or through dogged detection (although that's there) but through intimate character moments. Jackson Brodie comes off as the ideal ladies man as re-thought for the 21st Century woman - tough but sensitive, a great father and, as the book notes, "one of the last good men." If there any any rough spots, it's that in some cases the additional characters only serve to flesh out Jackson's character more. Howell, his best friend really only serves as a deus ex machina and Shirly Morrsion, the sister of Michelle doesn't really go anywhere or do anything except to bring the mystery to Jackson and to serve as a way to tie up what I thought was the weakest of the stories.

Small complaints, though. Case Histories is a wonderful read and a refreshing way to view a murder mystery. Apparently this is the first in what looks to be a series of novels featuring Jackson Brodie (the second, One Good Turn, is out now) and if it's anything like this novel, that a good thing indeed.