What's in an adaptation?

Having recently watched Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1 twice, I sat down to think about some key aspects in a movie adaptation from a book. The visuals were spectacular as expected – director David Yates has become well established in the Potter franchise for dazzling us with colorful action and beautiful landscapes – but in the end, are the cuts to J.K. Rowling’s narrative worth the lack of cohesiveness for those unfamiliar with the world of Hogwarts? 

I believe a literal, page-by-page adaptation of a book (or any non-film medium for the matter) is an atrocity to film. The nature of a narrative is specific to its medium, and to transcribe it into another medium requires a understanding of the source and adaptive mediums. For books, it is all about the individual reader’s imagination, and how the words on each page convey a image just descriptive enough to visualize but just enough that as the reader, we can impress upon our own ideas about what is handsome and ugly, good or bad. For film, it’s all about composition, sound, and story: within each frame characters are placed for specific presentation purposes, music composed for different effects, and a core story that ties it all together into one cohesive movie. With film, our imaginations may not be an active player, but our emotions are in full bloom with each sensation of sound and color. An adaptation must consider medium differences if it wishes to be successful, and the filmmaker must understand that it is their job to offer something new, something intriguing about the same story that cannot be offered from reading alone – all while maintaining a level of cohesion. 

That said, we can juxtapose director Christopher Columbus (Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone and Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets) with David Yates (all the Harry Potter films since Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix) since both directors fall short of the criteria I’ve written out. In this case, Columbus and Yates demonstrate the shortcomings of lacking vision and lacking cohesiveness, respectively. 

When I first saw Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone nine years ago (yikes! I’m getting old), I was severely disappointed not by the special effects (though at the time some of them were at best mediocre) nor the actors they chose, but simply because the film itself felt lifeless compared to the experience of reading the original novel. This was entirely due to Columbus’ insistence on writing and filming every detail from the book. Every. Bloody. Thing. 

This wouldn’t be such a bad thing if not for the expositions that otherwise in print, were boring and on screen catered to audience members absolutely incapable of inference or simple connect-the-dots. Yes, every literal aspect of the book was included, but what was sorely missing was the creativity in driving these details to life on the big screen. When reading the books, Potter fans have the luxury of imagining what Hogwarts could not only look like, but feel and smell like – the sort of personal, mental improv literary lovers engage in. With Columbus, who wanted to remain “pure” to the books, there simply isn’t any of this whimsy or emotion incorporated into the two movies he directed (the second one less so than the first, but still sorely lacking from its true potential). For Potter fans, his films are a bore; for other moviegoers, they might be cute, but nothing spectacular. 

On the polar opposite end is David Yates, who has taken enormous liberty with Rowling’s narrative to the point of making the last three (and possibly four, with Deathly Hallows Part 2) almost exclusive to Potter fans, and effectively incomprehensible to others (and even veteran book readers, myself included). No doubt his films look fantastic: Yates has never failed to deliver on fantastic visuals, and exciting feats conjured up in the realm of magic, good and evil. However, I suspect Yates decided from the beginning that he wanted his interpretation of Harry Potter to be exciting!, spectacular!, and phantasmic!  – which, quite simply, can only explain why he consistently chooses to omit key detail and streamline a rather extensive plot thread into a goal-oriented fantasy run. 

I have the fortune of being hazily familiar with the Harry Potter series, just enough that I can remember certain “big” events happening (horcruxes anyone?) Still, Yates’ retelling of Rowling’s tale has confused me on numerous occasions, boiling down to things simply happening because they did and they can and that’s how the story goes. I appreciate his artistic additions to the series (in The Order of the Phoenix, the battle sequence between Dumbledore and Voldemort entails a beautiful sequence of red, green and blue, all incorporated into various elements of nature and industrial constructions), but there’s also a dire need for narrative cohesiveness if you want non-Potter moviegoers to piece a and b together, and so on. Frankly, I can’t for the life of me remember anything narratively significant except for the big points (I won’t spoil them here) and that there are big shiny fights every once in awhile. In The Deathly Hallows Part 1, I simply gave up trying to recall how things happened in the first place (“why is Harry holding that piece of mirror? And why did Dobby conveniently pop up at the best time?”) and had to consult friends and Wikipedia to clarify some key terms. Call me a non-Potter fan (I prefer to label myself as ambivalent), but if a movie based off a series I’m familiar with becomes effectively incomprehensible (“why don’t they just apparate away from those snatchers?”), I think there’s definitely a basic problem with book-to-script adaptation. 

The best director of the Potter series is Alfonso Cuaron, hands down. With The Prisoner of Azkaban, Cuaron not only adapted the script appropriately to the story’s increasingly dark fold (Rowling’s third book is my favorite in the series because of this), but drastically departed away from Columbus’ antiseptic vision, incorporating a grayer color palette that emphasized moments of brightness (and blood), as well as giving Harry, Ron and Hermione the dignity of not having to be in their robes 24/7. The movie is certainly far from perfect, but Cuaron’s departure from his docile directing predecessor was a breath of fresh air, the Harry Potter movie fans and moviegoers had been waiting for. The narrative is comprehensive, the artistry and creative liberty is apparent and in vein with Cuaron’s style (people have joked that Cuaron so drastically changed the landscape of Hogwarts that somehow, in the acres of Hogwarts, a massive earthquake took place to elevate the school 10 feet without anybody noticing). Cuaron set an example of his directing successors, the most obvious being Yates’ adherence to a gray palette to hyper-emphasize splashes of color during his various action scenes; unfortunately, it seems that Yates may have taken to Cuaron’s aversion from literalism too far, resulting in the invariability of making the Potter series increasingly streamlined at the cost of comprehension. 

It’s inevitable that people with disagree with me on various points, but I fundamentally believe an adaptation must have an equal balance of the original narrative’s cohesion and offer something new artistically. What this balance is difficult to say until the final product comes to fruition, and solely up to what the writer and director have to say about it. 

Recommended Reading/Links

Jason Reitman in Conversation - director Jason Reitman (Thank You For Smoking, Juno, Up in the Air) talks about film and his take on adapting books into film, and why The Catcher in the Rye is unfilmable. 

Albus Dumbledore versus Voldemort – the clip of interest I mentioned above. 

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1 review – by Todd McCarthy

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1 review - by A.O. Scott

Synecdoche, New York – Part I of Analysis

Synecdoche (pronounced /sɪˈnɛkdəkiː/; from Greek synekdoche (συνεκδοχή), meaning “simultaneous understanding”) is a figure of speech[1]in which a term is used in one of the following ways:

  • Part of something is used to refer to the whole thing (Pars pro toto), or
  • A thing (a “whole”) is used to refer to part of it (Totum pro parte), or
  • A specific class of thing is used to refer to a larger, more general class, or
  • A general class of thing is used to refer to a smaller, more specific class, or
  • A material is used to refer to an object composed of that material, or
  • A container is used to refer to its contents.
– From Wikipedia

I had the fortune of watching Charlie Kaufman’s Synecdoche, New York over the weekend, a viewing long overdue since its theatrical debut in 2008. Having seen how polarized and divided critics were on Kaufman’s vision – from enthusiastic praise to scathing scorn – I was curious to see why exactly one of my favorite writers could possibly enthrall and enrage critics all around. So after finishing Synecdoche, New York, I definitely saw why Roger Ebert considered it one of the films to be studied in film classes for years to come, simply because it’s that kind of movie.

For those unfamiliar with the film: Caden Cotard (Phillip Seymour Hoffman), a skilled theatre director, realizes he is slowly dying from a mysterious autoimmune disease, and hits rock bottom when his wife Adele (Catherine Keener) takes their daughter Olive and leaves to start a new life in Berlin, away from the sullen and seemingly oppressive atmosphere of their home in New York City. Unexpectedly, Caden receives a MacArthur Fellowship, allotting him money so he can explore and endeavor upon his own artistic ideas. With this, he gathers an ensemble cast into a warehouse in the Manhattan theatre district, directing them to create the greatest, most revolutionary play of all – a look into the cold, unspectacular aspects of real life.

After the credits rolled on in, I sat at my desk for a few moments to take in what I’d just experienced: a maddening tale of one man’s delirium and coping mechanism with death; a look into the obsession of the creative process; the odd, ungainly and inexplicable visual detail that intentionally stuck out like a sore thumb the entire story course; sudden leaps in chronology that could make Kurt Vonnegut pause for a few moments; or perhaps even a sad portrait of the sad life of a genius, and much more. Synecdoche, New York is that kind of movie – the one that takes more than one viewing to see all of its nuances, perhaps faulty editing and all.

Having given the film some adequate (but certainly not enough) musing, I thought of this: in Caden’s obsession to replicate every aspect of his life into the ultimate replica play, he effectively becomes the theatrical master of hindsight – a feat not too dissimilar to documentaries, photojournalism, or even reality television shows.

Hindsight is one of the most dastardly aspects we could ever hope to indulge in. “I should’ve, would’ve, could’ve, why didn’t I, why did I…” – the infinite possibilities could you drive you mad with regret if you don’t learn something from past mistakes to change your course of action for the future. In Caden’s case, his entire life is one of regrets: before Adele leaves him, she comments that he is a disappointment, invariably setting off a chain of events which drive Caden to constantly look at hindsight, to continuously reevaluate his past actions in order to feel worthy in Adele’s shadow – a feat he never personally accomplishes until the very end. By constructing the ultimate reality play – from buildings to people playing people playing people – Caden attempts to explore the mundane aspects of his life that have already happened, almost a therapeutic retrospect project so that he can understand why everything in his life seems to be falling apart slowly and surely.

Caden’s efforts are not so different than the nature of a reality show, albeit on a grander and monumental scale. Like Caden’s magnum opus, reality TV shows are always after the fact, a look into events that have happened only months before. Edited for the sake of marketability, these shows are deeply personal to the players involved, only to be broadcasted hereafter to a greater, wider audience. The only saving grace between the viewer and the person on screen is the television screen itself, and the passage of time between the initial filming and eventual broadcast.

For Caden, however, there is almost no barrier between reality and hindsight, a product of his personal obsession to make his play absolutely perfect and unequivocally unspectacular. This minimalistic (if nonexistent) barrier eventually drives the actors to depression, perhaps madness, and death – a symptom of reality and hindsight becoming broadcasted too close to one another.

The question now is whether or not Caden successfully breaks closer to reality than any other artist before him, or if he simply dropped into the abysmal obsession of recreating and replica crafting – that is, whether or not Caden taps into the reality of human nature with his magnum opus.

Perhaps the first question we must consider is what the nature of human is. For instance, is it so far-fetched to consider that perhaps on some level, documentation dilutes events already past? And to what extent of documentation and publishing/broadcasting/performance does the portrayal become less adherent to the reality that once was? More importantly, through whose lens are we considering the events taking place, and to what extent is this lens subjective?

What we can say about Caden and his synecdoche of New York City is that deep down, he is a man who simply wants to be loved. He has made choices in life that resulted in Adele’s ultimate rejection, and his visionary play becomes almost like his last hope of ever feeling self-worth in Adele’s eyes. The remainder of his life is a constant catch up chase, a mistake-correcting cycle that revolves solely around his desire to create something undeniably perfect from all perspectives, and the inevitability that death and time effectively neuter his last living years of artistic obsession, and that he will never, ever find closure with Adele.

Analysis to be continued…

Recommended Reading

The best films of the decade - Roger Ebert

O, Synecdoche, my Synecdoche! – Roger Ebert

The Chuck Klosterman Interview Part 2: 30 Rock, Mad Men, The Office, Arrested Development, and Why Movies and TV have made us less human – Hunter Stephenson of /Film

"Monsters" – A Cinematic Defiance of Genre Conventions

Gareth Edwards’ Monsters defies genre conventions much in the same vein The Host did back in 2006. It outrages fans of rampant, ravenous beast and excessive gore by going back to classical aspects of fear, where the worst dread is not the cause itself but the anticipation of the cause becoming present. 

Looking at the Rotten Tomatoes consensus, I see that it describes the film as “[not] quite living up to its intriguing premise, but [Monsters] is a surprising blend of alien-invasion tropes, political themes, and relationship drama.” This description does the film little service, if any: not once did the film or advertisements claim specifically what Edwards’ cinematic vision would offer, nor does it explicitly explore political themes or relationship dramas. A more accurate description would be this – that Monsters offers a unique perspective into the disaster-monster movie by focusing not on the initial event itself, but the events thereafter and how we humans have simply learned to adapt to such an effect. Offering a incredibly plausible concept from a biological and evolutionary perspective, Edwards’ does what almost no modern horror, disaster or monster film director comes close to – build up an intimate relationship between the characters on screen and the audience, and to sustain us on technical-visual excellence at the same time. 

The Appeal of the Monster Genre


Monsters unite humans. For whatever reason they go about terrorizing civilization their very existence gives us reason to set aside differences and to instinctually fear for the survival of the human species. In a strange sense, their (un)natural existence presents to us a entity that is beyond our immediate understanding, a sort of shock-horror appall paired with a awe of something so powerful, so unimaginable that for a few split second the gut instinct is mixed with terror and amazement. 

Monsters rarely have any distinguishable personality or motivation other than to terrorize the bejeezus out of us wee people. Godzilla destroyed Tokyo, and King Kong thrashed about New York City; yet it happens that in all of these famous monster conventions it somehow never occurred to these beasts that they could plausibly terrorize some other species, like gorillas, lions, or those bastard dolphins who seem to think so highly of themselves. No, somehow we humans offer or threaten something more to extraterrestrials or mega-sized organisms, whether it be our brains or simply our capacity to be stupid. Either way, monster convention states that the very existence of humans lends itself to jealousy, and that in a moment of absurdity some giant thing will usurped all peace and harmony for the end result of wiping out humanity. 

There’s an inherent human-centric side to monster films, in this respect. By making ourselves the sole victim (and perhaps victor) of a (un)natural battle frontier, it goes without saying how much people commonly believe we are somehow “above” nature, and that this de facto instantly makes us the target of enraged megabullies to get out of their slumber and throw rocks at skyscrapers. Somehow, while effectively naked and without many natural defenses other animals have like elongated fangs, rock-like skin or weight to throw around, we humans still manage to upset somebody, and somebody big. 

Yet, perhaps another angle on the monster genre is one of environmentalism: by procreating and developing so extensively into the earth, humans have effectively ravished the natural environment for its fertility; distraught and angered, these monsters retaliate violently to shut us down, to slap us silly into existential humility. Still, this doesn’t account for why aliens would simply fly on down through the ozone to zap us away, and again reinforces the primary idea that the monster convention is inherently human-centric. 

Why Monsters defies the monster convention


From a production POV, Gareth Edwards does wonders with only a five person crew including himself and the two actors. His feats include being the director, writer, and cinematographer/director of photography for the film, as well as improvising (and encouraging his actors likewise) at each location, and using Adobe Autodesk 3ds Max to create the spectacular special effects – all for only $15,000 (comparatively, Michael Bay spent on $200,000,000 on Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen). Edwards’ production epitomizes independent filmmaking at its best, demonstrating that good science fiction does not need to splurge on millions of dollars to be successful or even tangibly good – a trend that invariably began with George Lucas’s blockbuster success with the original Star Wars back in 1977. 

More impressively, Monsters immediately defies convention for multiple reasons: 

  1. Chronologically, it does not take place at the initial event of interest when a monster/alien first arrives, 
  2. The ‘creatures’ are biologically tangible, 
  3. They are not out to terrorize humans, 
  4. The two protagonists are not extraordinary, 
  5. People don’t change, and do. 

Chronologically Hereafter


By not focusing on the initial time of conflict – where creatures and humans first collide – Edwards focuses in on a much more subtle and quieter aspect of human nature: our ability to grow numb to the aftereffects of devastation. At one point in the film, the girl Sam (Whitney Able) turns on the television and sees a newscast about another tragedy/political event regarding the creatures, and her only reaction is to yawn soundly and plop back onto her bed. It’s a subtle detail, and an effective one: ask yourself, how many times have you turned on the telly to see something about the Middle Eastern conflict, or the BP oil spill, or the Haiti earthquake, or even the clean up efforts of Hurricane Katrina and simply found yourself a bit apathetic to what has already happened? 

This is a important aspect of human nature that few filmmakers of the monster convention explore, simply because it is less spectacular and less glamorous to focus on so. Millions of people die every year, yet somehow a train wreck phenomena – in which a great number of people perish in a relatively short time span – unites the world in both horror and sympathy, a immediate common symbol for our capacity to care and act accordingly when disaster strikes. Reality, of course, is that after a few months have passed most people have moved onto the next big news, the next big thing in the public conscious. 

In Monsters, this chronological aspect gives the movie’s premise something much more substantial and humanistic. The presence of the creatures is universally accepted, and while they still pose a risk to those in certain areas everyone still goes about their daily lives – culturally, socially, politically, and interpersonally. 

Biologically Tangible


A fantastic choice on Edwards’ part was to make the creatures simultaneously extraterrestrial yet biologically tangible as well. The movie states that a NASA probe was sent into space to collect samples came back to earth and crashed into the ocean around Central America, resulting in alien lifeforms infecting and mutating cephalopods into what the world now knows as 'creatures.’ They lay their eggs on trees (thus creating “infected zones”) and travel hundreds of miles to procreate; it’s implied that they are drawn to electricity for reproductive reasons, perhaps for sexual display (not dissimilar to a peacock’s vibrant feather arrangement) or metabolic stimulation, or both. 

From a biological point of view, this is absolutely ingenious. Fleshing out the physical presence of the creatures not only grounds them in a sense of reality, but perhaps even a bit of plausibility in the world of Monsters. Foremost, marine creatures are perhaps some of the most extraterrestrial-like creatures marine biologists can account for, and more; it’s more than possible that there are other deep sea creatures we have yet to encounter, let alone account for with current technology. With this in mind, it’s not incomprehensible why so many aliens seem reminiscent of creatures fathoms below – tentacles, cold flesh, bulging eyes, non-mammalian, how could we not subconsciously be influenced to project our ideas about these non-terrestrial beings into ideas about unnatural, extraterrestrial terrors coming down to earth? (An explicit example of this sea creature projecting is easily District 9, where the alien lifeforms are derivatively called 'prawns.’) 

Their presence is a biological phenomena, perhaps extraterrestrial but biologically sound nonetheless. Realistically, they won’t always be seen at a given time, which Edwards wisely chooses to depict so from an aesthetic and budget choice; this results in an increased tension and intensity of each scene, since for the most part we rarely see or hear the creatures talked about so adamantly by everyone. This lacking presence creates more impact when we actually see or hear the creatures, perhaps even a mysticism and awe at the same time. 

There’s one scene where Sam and Andrew are at a rest stop on their journey, and in the deep jungles they hear a creature roar. A nearby soldier raises his gun, and we can hear some rustling in the deep forest background; for a few moments we are enraptured by the scene’s tension, unsure as to whether or not the creature will make itself present and mark itself as an immediate threat. Edwards takes the time to let the time pass, letting both the characters and the audience hold their breath until the threat passes on – exactly like how nature functions in real life. 

The Unwitting Terrorizers


“What is life than to keep meat fresh?” – Doctor Who

Closely tied in with the biological tangibility of the creatures in Monster is their implied drive to reproduce, a drive that is ubiquitous to perhaps every living organism inhabiting planet earth. Their motivation is primitive and plausible, and humans are only unfortunate enough to now be sharing the same environment with creatures otherwise capable of wrecking havoc along their journey to consummate and procreate for the survival of their species. If a few humans happen to get trampled here and there, that’s just the reality of survival of the fittest (and in this case, who can throw their weight around the best). 

Monsters is all about survival and favors no one. It’s told from the perspective of people, which only makes sense because the production crew and target audience are presumably human; but otherwise Edwards makes no outright statement that the creatures are horrible entities with some ulterior motive to destroy humans. They are simply coexisting in the same environment we are, driven by the same instinct to survive, proliferate and extend into the next generation – a natural phenomena of biology that does not determine good or bad, but simply dictates what lifeforms can survive and exist in a particular environment at a given time. 

This stance on the monster genre detracts away from the human centric convention, perhaps even deflating the human narcissistic tendency to believe we are above other living organisms. The truth is that beyond physical forms and cognitive abilities we humans are no less different than any other species inhabiting the earth: the inherent instinct is to survive, and to survive as a species sexual reproduction is a must. The drive for a sex is a powerful one, and arguably connects our own existence to that of other organisms around us. 

The main conflict between the creatures and people in Monsters lies solely in the environmental niche the creatures occupy, and how their proliferation threatens to strain where people are currently able to live safely without worry of resource competition. There is no human-centric conflict at hand, which perhaps detracts away from our natural tendency to pride ourselves as human. Really, in Monsters we humans are just in the way of a new, emerging species that just wants to reproduce and proliferate on earth. 

Unextraordinary Characters


There’s something to be said about depicting two characters that are neither heroic or extraordinary, but simply two people who find themselves in a tough situation which invariably draws them closer together. 

It all begins with Sam Wynden running away to Mexico, and then her executive father requesting his employee/photojournalist Andrew Kaulder (Scoot McNairy) to take her back home to the states, where her fiance awaits. Initially bound by Wynden’s father’s request, Sam and Andrew grow close because 1) Andrew finds Sam attractive and 2) Sam can relax around Andrew, and feel comfortable too. 

Many reviewers have commented that Monsters centers around a love story between the two leads. I disagree, primarily because loneliness is the primary emotional drive between the two, and love is perhaps a secondary symptom of their relationship. While I wouldn’t call ita Lost in Translation of the monster convention, Monsters’s substance is in the same vein of Sofia Coppola’s quiet character study: a situation pairs two people into an unlikely company, and the weight of their relationship lies solely on the situation which brought them together in the first place. 

It’s implied that Sam and Andrew have turmoiled lives beyond their current get-through-the-infected-zone-and-stay-alive situation, and that perhaps the dangers of being trampled and killed by a creature, while intimidating and terror inducing, is only temporary compared to their chronic situation at home. There’s one scene where finally, at a gas station awaiting an army rescue troop, Sam and Andrew make phone calls separately – Sam to her fiance, and Andrew to his biological son. It’s a poignant scene because up until now, we’ve more or less been engrossed with Sam and Andrew in a situation centered around creatures possibly coming out and threatening their position; now presumably safe, the two separate temporarily to make their personal phone calls, and while they cannot see each other we can see a marked difference in how they act over the phone: Sam’s fiance is cold and perhaps overbearing, and the stiffened way she talks with him implies that she not only ran away from him, but also from her father with whom she similarly interacted with over the phone earlier in the film; Andrew emotionally breaks down after talking to his son, and forces himself to keep a steady voice while tearing up at the sound of his son’s ecstatic voice. 

The scene effectively rules out the primary emotional connection of love between Sam and Andrew, suggesting instead that they are bound by desperation and sadness recurrent from their lives outside the presence of the creatures. It’s an incredibly moving scene, and perhaps marks Monsters as one of the few monster-disaster films to truly flesh out a real, substantial couple of protagonists. 

People don’t change. And people do. 

Monster convention commonly indulges in the notion that a disaster changes character, and more often than not for the better. In Monsters, people haven’t changed much since the creatures became integrated in the world: politics are still in perpetual turmoil, political statements are just as pervasive, and money means everything.  On one occasion, when trying to get back to the States by ferry (the safer route), a Mexican official charges Sam a total of $5,000 for one ticket in a blatant rip off; on another, the woman Andrew has a one-night stand with ruffles through his bags and steals his and Sam’s passports. In a world with giant creatures, people are somehow still motivated by money. 

There’s a funny dialogue between Sam and Andrew where she asks if he has any qualms about taking pictures and making money off of deaths and other’s misfortunes; he replies that doctors are just the same, and later elaborates that under Sam’s father’s publishing company, a picture of a dead child sells for a few grand while a picture of a happy child sells for zero. I chuckled and sighed a bit at this part, mostly because it’s true: a great majority of our world functions off of other’s misery, and money perpetuates it. 

However, there is one scene that struck a particularly humanistic note: it occurs after Sam and Andrew’s caravan have been attacked by a creature, only leaving the two alive. As Andrew goes out to assess the situation and pick up supplies for the remainder of their journey back to the States, he sees the body of a dead girl lying sprawl on the ground, the result of the creature initially attacking the truck in front of them. He sets down his bag slowly, taking out a camera; our initial reaction is that he will take the opportunity to take a picture or two, less he secure some amount of fortune upon returning to his regular life; however, it turns out that he was only taking out a camera to get to his jacket, which he uses to cover the body of the dead girl. The scene unravels quietly and marvelously so, and while perhaps moralistic gives a sense of humanism and hope amongst turmoil and a perpetual, subconscious obsession with something as immaterial as money. 

Closing Remarks

Monsters is not a great film, but it is certainly a fine one. Defying convention of genre and production, director Gareth Edwards’ cinematic debut is a strong one, and definitely a noteworthy one to date. 

There have been numerous comparisons of Edwards to director Neill Blomkamp of District 9, as well as comparisons between Edwards’ and Blomkamp’s films. I feel, however, that this comparison is unfair: Blomkamp had the luxury of Peter Jackson’s producing and residual budget from an unmade Halo film, and while District 9 began with an intriguing premise rife with political and social implications it eventually fell way to a generic space opera convention. Conversely, Edwards effectively funded Monsters on a pennies-equivalent budget, and wisely kept the tone of Monsters constant throughout without promising anything it neither accomplished or aspired towards. 

If anything, go see Monsters to see why there are still avenues in the science-fiction/monster-disaster genre to explore, and why a good story with a strong and dedicated vision can accomplish things otherwise unfathomable. Monsters will undermine and surpass your expectations, guaranteed. 

Recommended Reading and Links

A couple of 'Monsters’ postcards I picked up in the Landmark Theatre lobby after the credits began rolling. 

'Monsters’ review – by James Berardinelli

How Gareth Edwards shot 'Monsters’ on an Incredibly Low Budget – /Film, video included

'Monsters’ offers up a new view on classic giant monster movies

Director Gareth Edwards, and actors Whitney Able and Scoot McNairy talk about the production and filming of 'Monsters’ – /Film

Alzheimer's and Algernon

If there was one disease that was truly terrifying from a philosophical perspective, Alzheimer’s is an indisputable contender. Neurodegenerative, the disease slowly but surely robs victims of their dignity, destroying the very essence that years of invaluable experience culminated into. 

Philosophy takes for granted that the human condition cannot meteorite: presumably our minds continue to pulsate and change, and that these pulsations result in our very being – a unique entity within the blistering swarm of the universe. Philosophers took for granted that uniqueness could not somehow be degraded from its essence, that it was an all-or-nothing relationship: existence or death. Yet Alzheimer’s has proven otherwise, manifesting into one of the slowest and cruelest ways of degeneration. Most other diseases eat away at your body, some perhaps resulting in insanity or dementia; Alzheimer’s, however, simply does not destroy you physically, but it must also shed away your personality and mind until nothing is more than sensationless pulp. 

There have been books written and films made about Alzheimer’s – perhaps the most famous and critically acclaimed is Away from Her – but I have always been curious about the sort of despair and devastation a patient feels when the very characteristics that defined them become impossible to act out. Most of the time the patient is unaware of their own degeneration; some know their predicament, and that it is only a matter of time before their own sense of being is really no more. I know families of patients perhaps suffer more than the patient (especially since in the worst stages, they are blissfully ignorant of their state of being), but I do wonder – what on earth is it like to suddenly realize you’re falling down, down and down from a pillar you once proudly stood upon, the pillar which effectively defined your own existence? 

Such is a question beautifully and poignantly explored in the novel Flowers for Algernon. The premise is this: a mouse, called Algernon, successfully undergoes experimental surgery to artificially improve its intelligence. Charlie, a mentally disabled man, volunteers for the treatment in hopes of becoming more intelligent. Charlie’s treatment is also successful, and he becomes exponentially intelligent to the point of outclassing the finest minds in the world. However, Algernon begins deteriorating, and very soon it’s obvious that Charlie will also meet the same fate. 

The book is exceptional not only because of the moral and ethical dilemmas it presents such as treatment of the mentally disabled or how academia interacts, but especially by how it is written and presented. The book’s structure is one of a journal, supposedly maintained by Charlie when he first opts for the treatment all the way to his fantastic intellect and then to the beginnings of his decline, where he eventually stops writing because he is afraid and devastated by the idea of documenting his deterioration any further. 

I can only imagine that perhaps Charlie’s fall from intellectual greatness experience is perhaps analogous to that of an Alzheimer’s patient. For the first time in his life, Charlie exudes a intellect so utterly spectacular, so magnificent that he truly feels a sense of pride in himself. However, the side effects of the experiment kick in, and like the plaque and dying neuron effects of Alzheimer’s Charlie finds himself losing more and more of himself everyday; more horrifying is the prospect of falling from greatness and back into state even more mentally handicapped before, and possibly brain death for the matter. These last journal entries are devastating: the anger, the despair, the desperation, and finally the acceptance – there’s almost a cruel irony that the greatest genius on earth should perish as a vegetable. Understandably, Charlie leaves his journal before he begins documenting in a more degenerated state. This last move is Charlie’s desperate effort to maintain himself somehow, to leave a documentation that chronicles the intelligent Charlie did exist, and while his now handicapped self can still remember such; further recording would only show how this Charlie was replaced by another Charlie, and another, and so on. Denial? Perhaps, but in his situation wouldn’t you opt for the same thing? 

Perhaps a more interesting question to consider is this: is there a certain point where our physical or mental degeneration effectively makes us a completely different person than previous? That is, is our existence an all-or-nothing or gradient? With Alzheimer’s, I feel that the all-or-nothing model fails to account to the nuances and accumulating changes an afflicted individual encounters; many of the earliest symptoms are mistakenly attributed to senility, but as the symptoms become more and more frequent it becomes obvious that something is amiss – and that’s when the diagnosis comes in (interestingly, doctors can only confirm Alzheimer’s by autopsy). By the time a diagnosis is made, it’s only a matter of time until the person you know and love is no longer there, effectively snuffed out of their existential essence and ghost. 

The analogy of Flowers for Algernon to Alzheimer’s is nothing else than my own projecting. I’ve never had relatives or friends afflicted with the disease; the closest experience I had with Alzheimer’s was back in July 2009 when I volunteered at an Alzheimer’s clinic, where I simply kept patients company and interacted with them so they wouldn’t be left all day to watch nothing but television. Yet I still wonder the sort of distress (or lack of) one feels when slowly but surely they become less and less themselves. 

I recently read a Times magazine article titled “Alzheimer’s Unlocked.” Detailing current developments and advances against the disease, the article optimistically stated that with recent medical imaging techniques like advanced MRI machines, doctors and researchers were now able to visualize pieces of anatomy and physiological pathways in the brain that before, were completely out of the question with traditional dissection techniques. The biggest hope is that more avenues of research will open up, and that now we can really see what else we might have missed in researching the disease: traditionally, many believe that plaques formation corresponded to Alzheimer’s development, but to what extent this relation is (direct or indirect) or if there is another (or several other) physiological mechanisms at hand is the more recent question at hand. 

Surprisingly, the article did not state perhaps why Alzheimer’s occurs in the first place, beyond the physical fact that some are genetically predisposed to it. I wonder, though, if the disease itself is perhaps a natural, inherited mechanism to shut down the human body when it begins to seem that our physical forms are no longer reproductively viable or as energetically sustainable – possibly, Alzheimer’s is almost a way of slowly shutting down a physical system that is simply too old. 

This is all theory, of course. The only basis for it is that Alzheimer’s is considered a disease of the elderly, while other diseases like Parkinson’s, Tuberculosis and cancer can afflict anyone at any point in life, and afflictions at birth such as Down Syndrome are the effects of genetics seen immediately. Perhaps Alzheimer’s is just a genetic affliction triggered by the mere physical state of being elderly, and that if certain aspects of the environment trigger chronic stress (a constant firing of the sympathetic nervous system with little chance of the parasympathetic nervous system to balance it out) only accelerate the aging process, Alzheimer’s manifests as a way to simply shut down the now overworked body. 

We may not know for many more years, or very easily a finding could reinforce or completely disprove what I’ve just out here. However, I’m sure we all agree on one thing – that Alzheimer’s unequivocally destroys any sense of being we might have ourselves, ghost and all. 

Recommended Reading

Flowers for Algernon – Daniel Keyes

Away from Her – Roger Ebert movie review

Charly – Roger Ebert movie review

Away from Her – A.O. Scott movie review

New Research on Understanding Alzheimer’s – Alice Park of Time Magazine

Scene Dissection - Haru Introduction from "The Cat Returns"

There’s a common conception that anime productions tend to take short cuts in order to reach deadlines and keep costs to a minimum, thus resulting in rather minimal facial and body expressions as well as jumpy animation as a whole. This isn’t entirely unfounded – I’m sure many of you have had your share of anime where the production team very obviously ran out of money – and oftentimes, it’s best for artists and animation students to first learn the basics of depicting human emotions before simplifying their style into anime-influenced minimalism (back in my high school days, my art teacher commented that many portfolio graders of AP Practice of Art students’ work rarely gave out high scores for anime artists). 

Like all things, however, there’s always something that defies conception. In this case, the introduction of Haru in The Cat Returns is one of the best character animations I’ve seen in awhile. Without saying anything, all of her movements convey the sort of insecure high school girl not uncommon during adolescence, and even implies her relationship with her mother, who her friend is, and whom she quite fancies. Director Hiroyuki Morita clearly spent a lot of time defining and fleshing out Haru’s character to the extent that without saying anything, we know instantly what kind of person she is from the get go – uncertain, insecure, daydreamy, perhaps a bit passive and clumsy, and undoubtably a perpetual tardy. Here’s a video link for the scene and some following screenshots to illustrate this fantastic demonstration of excellent anime/animation: 

After seeing a hand go thump on the cow alarm clock, we see Haru still in bed and rolling over; however, she soon realizes she’s late and jumps out of bed. 

As she quickly (and messily) makes her room, we get a sense of what her room is like and just how rushed she really is (it might also be a hint how only a few seconds ago we saw her in pajamas, again emphasizing how pressed she is to get to school). 

Haru’s double take with the mirror is a notable directing choice: in the first screenshot we see her getting ready vigorously and run out of frame; in the second screenshot she’s run back to the mirror to double-check herself, making sure that, while still hasty, she still looks decent enough. It’s the double-check, second-guessing quirk of these two screenshots which is more or less prevalent throughout this entire introduction of Haru. 

We see Haru running around looking for her bento lunch box, and when she does she quickly puts it into her schoolbag standing up rather than bending over – all in an effort to make up for lost time getting to school. 

These screenshots are fantastic for a few reasons: foremost, it again reinforces Haru’s indecisiveness, and second because it establishes the sort of teasing relationship she has with her mother. There’s a moment where we can see Haru really wants to sit down have a bite but is conflicted about being tardy; she first looks intrigued, then sort of painfully conflicted before grimacing and running out, and finally exclaiming at her mum for not being unfair in the sort of “too bad you can’t have some of this delicious breakfast like I can hee” teasing. 

This is a nice establishment shot of Haru running down the street, and sort of the span and distance from her house to school (it’s also a subtle implication of why she panicked upon realizing the time – it’s a pain to be in a rush, nonetheless a long distance to where you need to get to). 

These two screenshots are a nice detail about how rushed Haru is. In the first picture, we see that she’s looking forward; in the second, we see that she abruptly turns to cut through the bushes, undeniably trying to minimize the time it takes to get to school. 

Of course, with any “unpaved” short cut, getting caught in a branch is possible as seen with the above screenshots. We see Haru quickly swiping away the branch, probably not thinking about a possible rip that could happen if she wasn’t careful or just unlucky. 

We see Haru running at full speed, and again finds herself in mishap when her rushing and inattentiveness to certain aspects of the environment causes her shoe to get caught on the sidewalk and removed. The last two screenshots are a nice illustration of Haru’s speed/running, as she has trouble stopping herself due to momentum. 

In her panic, she tries to maintain some dignity by skipping towards her shoe (possibly, she may trying to not get her sock dirty). 

As luck as it, a baseball team is taking a jog and blocks her path. We see her meekly trying to get through, but it’s obvious that the team is oblivious to her pardons (they probably can’t hear her either), and she soon gives up trying to get their attention in exclaiming “oh no!" 

Now at her classroom, we see Haru trying to sneak in inconspicuously…

…but again to her luck, she’s caught by the teacher and immediately stands up obediently. There’s not an ounce of relaxation, and there’s a great deal of nervousness conveyed by how stiff her shoulders are and how straight (and quickly) she stands up. 

These two screenshots illustrate immediately who is Haru’s friend in the class, who merely comments "caught again” and does not laugh at Haru, merely smiling in the sort of exasperated manner one does when both pitying and chuckling at a good friend’s mild misfortune. Also, without seeing Haru’s face, we can infer her embarrassment by how stiffly she stands in the first picture, and how hunches and hangs her in a subservient-like manner int he second. 

In these five screenshots, we see Haru looking up shyly, and for a moment the camera switches to her POV and reveals that she’s focusing on a boy (who also happens to be laughing in good spirits). Clearly, his laughter bothers her particularly, and she hangs her head down even more in an attempt to curtail the embarrassment of having everyone focus on her and laugh about her tardy mishap. More importantly, it’s implied that she has a crush on the boy of interest, and his participation in the classroom laughter only reinforces her own insecurity. 

These last two screenshots demonstrate another aspect of Haru, which is perhaps one of a daydreamer as she stares out at the blue sky. Her friend, Hiromi, stands watching others play on the rooftop; and in yet another unfortunate chance, Haru gets smacked in the head with a ball, snapping her back into reality (Hiromi gets a good chuckle at the accident, of course – really who wouldn’t?)

As you can see (and probably even better from the video), the opening sequence and introduction of Haru reveals quite a bit of her character without explicitly saying so. It works well because of her body movement, and the sort of double-takes, hand swiping and head hanging she acts out – the sort of task the best animators can do without so much a blink of an eye. 

A similar (if not even better demonstration) of superb animation bringing a distinct character of life can be seen in this blog article about a pencil test by Milt Kahl and Ollie Johnston on the Disney film The Rescuers. The blog author, Jamaal Bradley, comments on the film: 

This clip is one of the reasons why I love animation. The ability to make a character come to life combined with technically achieving line control is amazing. Milt’s animation on Medusa is broad but not overwhelmed with obscure posing and he applies it twice by animating her reflection. Ollie just captures the subtle but unsure movements of a young person. Both characters are completely believable. This is animation at its best….at its best!

The clip can be found here, and I highly recommend anyone to take a look at it!