Friday, November 2, 2007

A Rant: What Kind of World do I Live in?

So. I would like to take a break from (not) doing what I set up this blog to do, and instead, I would like to pose a question in the form of a rant.

Now, understand that there is a story behind this rant. (There always is.) The story runs thusly:
On Monday, October 29th, I was sitting in the Barnes and Nobles near(ish) to my college. I had nothing to do, so I was reading some Runaways stuff, 'cause it had been collected into Manga form, and I liked the series, blah blah blah. Anyway, the manga section was apparently close to the classic literature section, because as I was reading, a girl who couldn't have been much older than 14, her mother, and a sales associate went walking by me. I noticed the girl's outfit (both color-combination-wise and piece-wise, it interested me), and decided that since she had piqued my interest, I would pay a little bit of attention to her. Not that I could have avoided it, anyway, because as she went walking by, she said (in that so-certain tone that most/all 14-year-old girls seem to have mastered), "Well, the first vampire book I ever read was Twilight." (Twilight, in case you've not heard of it, is the first in a trilogy of vampire novels, following the point of view of Bella Swan, and tells the story of her romance with Edward Cullen, a (fairly young) vampire, and the love-triangle that occurs when Jacob Black, a local werewolf, falls in love with her, and on some level, she with him. It's a pretty good series, in my estimation, so there is nothing wrong in my head with a girl that age saying that it was the first vampire novel she read.) So, the sales associate, being of the superbly-helpful variety (they really are; one even tried to help me find a book because he heard me mention a title while I was on the phone with Bradleyman), said, "Oh, well if you liked that, then you should read Dracula. It's a good story, classic literature. Would you like me to help you find that?" The girl's mother (who I determined had to be slightly more intelligent than her daughter, and was trying to make her daughter more intelligent at least by broadening her horizons) seemed to take well to this idea. "Yeah, honey," she said, "do you want to read Dracula? It's a good book. You should read it." This girl, however, instead spoke the words that have been resounding in my head admist a buzz of terrible confusion:
"Dracula? What's it about? I've never even heard of Dracula."
I stared at this girl for a few moments, then went back to staring at my comic book, unable to hide my shock any other way. I mean, really. "I've never even heard of Dracula"? How can someone NOT know what Dracula, as a character and a story, is? I mean, fuck. I grew up knowing the basic vampire myth, that Dracula was the king of vampires, and when I grew older and my elementary school ran the Book Fair, I inevitably found the Dracula novel, and became aware of it as a literary story. By the time I was 11 at the oldest, I knew what Dracula was, and so did all of my friends and contemporaries, probably even the people I didn't like or spend time with, either. So how on Earth did I end up as (hopefully) just a year or so out of being part of a generation that doesn't even know what DRACULA is? Has this girl never been to a costume party, and seen someone dressed in a cheap ripoff of Bela Lugosi's cape-and-suit number? Has she never heard about how vampires seem to come from Translyvania, or that cheesy, "I vant to suck your blood"? Did this girl learn everything she knew about the vampire myth from reading the Twilight trilogy (if she has even read the other two books in that series)? What the hell kind of world do I live in, where a 14-year-old can walk into a bookstore and honestly say, "I've never even heard of Dracula, one of the original vampire stories, on which all other vampire novels build their base"? Even if there is just one, even if that little brat is the only person in the world who has never heard of Dracula, this is a travesty, a crime against literature and education.

So that's it. That's my rant asking what the hell kind of world I live in. Really. I am ashamed of those people who I will inevitably be lumped in with as a generation, if they are all about the same as this girl I saw (unfortunately) at Barnes and Noble's.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

First Review: The Wicker Man

So, the other night, I was hanging out with my boyfriend. We were having a lovely night, and decided that it would be fun to watch some movies. He had a few NetFlix envelopes on his table, so we decided to watch them. What we got was a lovely, fun, thought-provoking double feature, with "The Wicker Man" and "The Wicker Man."

WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD. IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN EITHER VERSION OF "THE WICKER MAN", AND FULLY INTEND TO, AND DO NOT LIKE SPOILERS, THEN FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER. Thank you.

We started, as is logical, with the original "Wicker Man", made in 1973. The story is simple. A British police officer goes to the small island of Somersisle, off the coast of Scotland, to investigate the disappearance of a young girl. According to the letter he had recieved, this girl, Rowan, had been missing for almost a year. (One wonders why it took so long for anyone to notify the police of her disappearance, but oh well.) He gets trouble from the locals right from the moment he lands his plane, being told that he couldn't park his plane where he did, and being refused a dingy so he could get to solid ground. When he shows the picture of the missing girl, the locals (a group of little old men) all say that they've never seen the girl before in their lives. However, they do direct the officer to the home that she apparently came from. The woman who should be Rowan's mother also says that she doesn't know the girl in the picture, and shows him around her home.

Later that night, the officer finds his way to the local pub and inn, and asks for a meal and a room to stay for the night. This is where the movie starts to get really odd, because when the landlord's daughter pokes her head out to show the officer to his room and give him his meal, the whole pub breaks out into song, basically talking about how she's slept with nearly every guy in the room, and will totally sleep with the officer, too, if he wants her to. Seriously. This girl is literally the town bicycle, and instead of seeming offended or upset, her father just sits there and smiles, in apparent agreement with everything the song is saying. I had no idea this Hammer Horror flick was going to be a musical. o.0 At any rate, the officer takes his dinner in a back room, where he comments to the Bicyc--I mean, Landlord's Daughter that the food is of a very low quality, for an island known for its fine crops. She offers him only vague explinations, then leaves him to eat. That night, she attempts to seduce him, but he resists.

The next morning starts with a small exchange between the officer and the landlord's daughter, where it is revealed that he is a devout Christian, unmarried, and a virgin, waiting for his wedding night. The landlord's daughter smiles at him then, and says, "Well then, you won't want to be here for our May Day celebration, a man like you." He apparently does not take her words to heart and continues his investigation.

He comes to a schoolyard, where we get our second musical number. A man is leading a song, while a group of boys, adolescents and young teens, hold red and white ribbons, standing around a Maypole. Our officer watches them sing, listening to the song, and when the boys finally start wrapping the Maypole, he walks to the schoolhouse, looking disgusted. Inside, a female schoolteacher is leading the lesson for the day, teaching a group of young girls. As the officer approaches, she asks, "Now, who can tell me what the Maypole represents?" and when two young girls chorus, "Phallic symbol, phallic symbol!", the officer clearly snaps. From this point on in the movie, he is no longer acting as a police officer, no matter how hard he tries to conduct himself that way. He storms into the classroom, clearly having a fit over hearing two girls use the word "phallic", and manages to conduct himself almost appropriately as he questions the girls and the teacher about Rowan. Eventually he is asked to leave by the teacher, and as she sends him on his way, she tells him, "You won't want to be here during our May Day celebration. You'd best get going." Instead, our Genius decides to question Lord Somersisle himself about the goings-on on this island.

Lord Somersisle (portrayed by a young Count Dooku) is a charismatic, calm, intelligent man, who is all too pleased to answer the Officer's questions about the island. He reveals that the people on the island have always followed the old ways, have always been Druids of some kind, and when his great-grandfather took over the island for agriculture, he let them keep that part of their history. It keeps them happy, and as the generations of Somersisle men took over the family business, they began to follow the local's Druidic ways, as well. This is the point where the Officer clearly snaps. "Your father raised you to be PAGAN!" he snaps at Lord Somersisle, and the conversation just goes downhill from there. After he leaves, the Officer (who I swear has a name, I just don't think he mentions it more than twice) goes to the local library to do research on May Day traditions. Upon reading that when crops did poorly, a sacrifice was often made, he decides to crash the May Day celebration the next day, and that's where things go downhill (for him).

Our Officer first knocks out one of the men who was going to lead the parade leading to the ritual grounds and takes his costume, a Punch outfit which covers his body and his face. When he sees Rowan, he runs out of the parade, ripping the mask off, and cuts her free, telling her that she was going to be safe, that he was going to help her. She takes off with him, leading him to what he assumes is a safe place on the island. Instead, she takes him to a beautiful cliffside vista, where all the rest of the island is waiting for them. She runs into the arms of Lord Somersisle, the High Priest of this ritual, asking, "Did I do it right?" and recieves assurances that she did it perfectly. The Officer is then informed that he is to be their sacrifice for better crops, as he joined the ritual of his own free will, went to Rowan of his own free will, and followed her (and came to them) again of his own free will. They strip him of the Punch suit, dress him in a plain white shift, and drag him to the ritual site, where a giant wicker man is waiting for him, filled with various livestock. They load him into the Wicker Man with relative ease, close it up, and start to burn it, singing a song as he spouts off the 23rd Psalm and yells out at the top of his lungs about how they were all going to burn in hell, how God was punishing them by making their crops fail, and so on. In his final moments, too weak to yell from the smoke inhalation, he prays to God to accept him into heaven, and then we cut to the singing Druids as we hear him screaming, dying. The story ends on that lovely note.

Now, to contrast, the modern version, with Nicholas Cage. Basically, this is the same story, with a few adjustments, of course. Nicholas Cage plays a California police officer who recieves a letter from his ex-fiancee, Willow, who left him five years ago. In her letter, she tells him that her daughter, Rowan, has gone missing, and though she knows they're not on the best of terms, he's the only person she can think of who can help her find her daughter again. The Officer, once again being some kind of Genius, drops everything and goes to Washington, to the island of Somersisle, to help his former love.

The story from there is pretty much the same as it was in the originial. The officer meets with a group of locals when he lands, but these are all women. As a matter of fact, the only people he really gets to interact with are women. This island, Somersisle, is home to a feminist bee-cult, which only keeps men around for reproduction and hard labor. Everything in the original movie that showed a rich, lively Pagan community has been changed around to show a creepy, feminist, bee-obsessed cult. However, in this movie, the Officer recieves no warnings about what's to come, and indeed, when he tries to leave, the (female, of course) locals do everything within their power to keep him there. He tries to save Rowan, but, like the original, she leads him right back to those who would kill him, and boy, is he killed. The women lay him down and break his legs, violently, and drag him to the ritual site, where a giant Wicker Man is standing. (Can you see where this is going?) They tie a rope to his feet and drag him, upside down, up to the top of the Wicker Man, where a trapdoor closes and traps him in the head of the Wicker Man. Then, as the women surrounding it chant, "The drone must die!", little Rowan runs forward and lights the tinder beneath it. Our Officer dies screaming, but with no praying, no religious ranting, or anything else of the sort.

Now then.

I heard two things about the remake of "The Wicker Man". One friend told me, "Don't ever watch it. You'll be so pissed off. They portray witches as creepy feminists who only keep men around for making babies!", and the other told me, "Oh man, it's sooooo creepy.... they've got this obsession with bees, and.... ugh, it's just creepy." I was ready to be either offended or creeped out by the second. I was neither. If anything, I was amused, but I think that was because I had the first movie to preface it with.

The first movie did not scare me in the least. It did not creep me out, it did not disturb me, it did nothing of the sort. I watched this movie, and no matter how I tried to look at it, it always came down to the same thing for me: The Officer was a damn idiot. He let his religious beliefs get in the way of his professionalism. He was warned multiple times that he would not want to be on the island when May Day came around. He stayed. He allowed himself to be blinded by righteousness when he saw people worshipping in the Old Ways, and sought to convert them to Christianity by saving Rowan from a horrible fate. I honestly had absolutely no problem with watching him burn to death at the end. I mean, as a Pagan myself, I wouldn't sacrifice anything living for any purpose. I just can't bring myself to do it. However, having watched the situation unfold, having seen everything that led up to the Officer's death, I felt absolutely no pity for him, and did not feel bad that as I watched that scene, I could only say, "Yeah, I'm actually okay with this." It almost felt to me like a kind of documentary on modern Druidism and the persecution it recieves from non-believers. As far as the remake goes, if I'm offended by it at all, I'm offended that anyone could think that a psycho feminist bee-cult is associated at ALL with witches and paganism. I saw absolutely NO parallels there at all.

So overall, I enjoyed the movies. Honestly. I much preferred the original to the remake, though. I even want it for my own personal movie collection.

This was probably a crappy, crappy review. Oh well. I'll get better as I go on.

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

First post, yay!

Well, I suppose I should start off this blog by introducing myself.

I am Chiisuchina Mizuno, but you can call me Chii, or Chii-chan. That's the handle I've been going by for the past 6 years or so, and that's what I'll keep going by. I am a wanna-be comic book artist (someday!) with public speaking/anxiety issues. (Example: The other day, my art teacher was going around, looking at our work and sketches for the day. He looked at one picture of mine, asked me one question, and moved on, and I was suffering from a mild panic attack for the next twenty minutes or so.) I'm about a subtle as a cinderblock to the head, and more stubborn than is probably healthy for anyone and anything. I LOVE to read, write, and draw, and yes, I even role-play some, though I haven't gotten into D&D/GURPS-type role-playing (yet). In other words, I'm a geek. A total geek. And I love it.

My plans for this blog are basically to make it into a review page of various webcomics, novels, and maybe movies. I hope that by breaking down things that I like and don't like in a series (like, say, Megatokyo), I'll be able to become both a better writer and a better speaker, or at least better at organizing my thoughts. I also hope to be able to express my likes and dislikes clearly and in a way that isn't offensive, because rest assured, I'm going to review things that I don't really care for, and I'm really not looking forward to hate comments.... so I hope that I'll figure out how to express my dislikes in a way that would not offend a fan of a series.

Do I expect this blog to become internet-famous? Not really. I'm just doing this for fun.

Ciao for now!