Transformers VS Godzilla–Rodan would be turning in his grave. Pacific Rim is dim cgi that descends into a poor soap opera with a preposterous ending. Charlie played Charlie and was the only thing worth watching in this sad mess that even the gorgeous Idris Elba couldn’t save.
Oz the Great and Powerful would be more apt retitled as Oz the lackluster and disappointing. Starring a cast of current studio favorites, James Franco,Mila Kunis,Rachel Weisz and Michelle Williams to name a few. This gathering of a cast that should–could have pulled off the fantasy seemed to wander between over the top and flat observations. CGI replaced story and charm–of any kind is obvious in its absence. The slippery con man of James Franco is more cartoon than character, Mila Kunis masters the monotone with amazing precision. Michelle Williams is a great Barbie impersonator, leaving Rachel Weisz to give evil a good name. What should have been a charming rendition of a beloved American fantasy came off as actors lacking conviction, some nerds in a room piling as much FX as they could and a superficial glance at a beautifully created world. Liberties were taken–as filmmakers often do (Dorothy Gale the kissed girl), except this time it was more miss than hit. This movie seemed unable to decided if it was capturing the audience of the child or the adult–instead of being a great compilation of the two it misses out on both. Another disappointing adaptation of a truly wonderful story.
6.5/10 Should have respected the Author more and the self-indulgence less.
As I was working I suddenly became aware of a repetition in this book. There seemed to be a disappropriate amount of number four and turning left. Building four, room four, four streets, four floors, four people. And then everyone was turning left. Left into, left out of, left hand, left tilt. Finding this strange I stopped to consider the significance of numbers–at least the numbers in this story. The first place I came across was a numerology site that explained if number four was your life path number then you were steadfast, loyal and hardworking. It is not my life path number, but I was amazed at what else they linked to it. It is the Emperor in tarot, Saturn in astrology, chin in Iching,the element earth, red and orange aura. Perplexed as how all this interconnected I went to another site which then told me the cultural aspects of the number four.
Four is the fourth dimension where time is illusion yet is also manifestation, it is static whole and rational. There are four seasons, cardinal points, elements, four sides to a square and four arms to a cross. In Buddhism the Tree of Life has four limbs, for the Chinese four is the number of the earth, in the Kabbalah four is memory. It has multiple meanings in the Bible, Torah, Fibonacci, even to the amount of letters in a Deity’s name down to the name of a movie. It was becoming all too confusing and interconnected with things that had no relation to a small story from somewhere. So I left the esoteric ponderings to others, unless we all should really be measuring wooden kiosks in the street.
Whenever I reach the midpoint of a book I become inexplicably depressed and instead of celebrating the achievement I decide it is all rubbish and not worth the effort. I feel as if I have lost the thread of meaning that drives it all and suddenly it becomes no more than a wandering bunch of words. While I realise everyone has their own creative process, I do wonder if they go through such a low. Not only do I lose connection with the work I even doubt if there is any meaning or even purpose to the story. Usually, I continue through it and work on something else as I accept that time will solve this standstill. My latest work is one so alien to my usual style that I am left wondering if I can ever get back on that path. I am convinced that this happens to me because I do not make a well planned outline. Those who take the time to ensure they know exactly where their story should be will also know where it should go. For me, this is too limiting as I prefer to let it go where it takes me. This, of course, means there is always a corner I have no way out of, a back against a wall without ending and a resolution with too many threads. I have decided to write a thriller and do it via a very detailed and well thought out outline. The more I think about that outline–the longer it sits on the back burner. I suppose the price I pay for my method is to wander in circles for a while and hopefully find which door actually leads to the exit.Of course I expect to find Jojo there chewing on one of my shoes.