Mad Max Fury Road Review Eaglecrowowl Style

Fury-Road-Trailer-4Just returned from watching Mad Max Fury Road. Thrilling entertainment. I was not disappointed. The editor is Margaret Sixel. As reported in a Vanity Fair interview, George Miller, the director of all the Mad Max movies said to Margaret, his wife “You have to edit this movie, because it won’t look like every other action movie”. It doesn’t.

I have not seen the previous Mad Max movies and have been, up until this moment, immune to their allure. I rarely see any movies anymore, though I do go to a few each year. I am usually left unsatisfied and so sink deeper into the comfort of my prestige episodic television series late night couch viewing with husband, dog and parmesan popcorn. Almost nothing can touch it for dramatic artistry, pleasure and viewing satisfaction.

But Mad Max Fury Road was totally engrossing. I spent most of the movie with my hands on my face in a physical and archetypal expression of deep alarm. Here’s why I think it worked so well.

  1. It made sense within the logic and parameters of it’s own universe. I am my father’s daughter and I need stuff to make sense.
  2. It was cool looking. I like good art. The art was good. I don’t normally give a rat’s ass about cars but this movie turned me temporarily into into Ed “Big Daddy” Roth. I finally get it, hot rods are cool. So are explosions. Respect.
  3. Superlative cinematic vision. You could follow the action, it was tense as hell and the violence was legion but not gratuitous. Also the sound design was awesome. I might watch it again just to pay attention to this.
  4. It was tense because something was at stake. In an action movie, you have to care about the outcome. You have to be deeply and genuinely wanting something to happen and passionately wanting something else not to happen. Otherwise it gets terribly boring, no matter how much shit is slo mo blowing up. The degree of tension is predicated on this balance, wanting but not knowing if you will get what you want. So what does this movie want? It wants female values. How could I resist? You had me at hello. Look, men are beautiful and a male warrior is very compelling, no doubt, but an infinite loop of tough guy man on man slaughter devoid of compassion is Hell. I don’t want to live in Hell.

Three things made me want to see this:

  1. Metacritic had 17 100 point reviews out of 43. I don’t think I have seen that before.
  2. A men’s rights activist blog is calling for a boycott because it considers the the film a “feminist piece of propaganda posing as a guy flick.” Do I even need another reason?
  3. Yes. Yes I did. It was this still from the film. I want to see that movie. Thank you George Miller. Loved i!

 

Mad Max Fury Road

 

 

 

Privacy vs. Internet Communication

I am enmeshed in an ongoing mental dilemma regarding communication on the Internet.  Is it okay for me to write a blog, post stuff on Facebook, comment on stuff on Facebook, share photos of my kid, let people see my art, etc. or should I maintain my privacy and by extension maintain control over unintended consequences?

Obviously, as you are reading this, I’ve made a decision to write, however, I still hotly contest that decision in my head everyday and with every post.

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When I wrote anything in the past, it was almost only for an audience of one.  I would write a letter or an email to “X”.  I didn’t have to analyze very hard what was appropriate and inappropriate for “X” to know.  I could filter almost unconsciously.  Facebook has been a real conundrum in that when I go there to write, I am potentially addressing 100s of people.  I can’t remember who they all are.  I do know that they are a wide net of intimate and casual, professional, familial and past relationships.  There is no obvious one size fits all writing style.  To enjoy Facebook I have had to do two things: #1 – adopt and strictly follow a set of rules about what kind of content I can post and #2 – accept that I might be communicating with someone that I would rather I wasn’t, shrug my shoulders and think oh well.  My rules are:  Never post anything political, religious or contentious.  But of course everything is political, religious or contentious to somebody which is why this is such a damn dilemma. I don’t want to get into it on Facebook.  I don’t particularly want to get into it off of Facebook either, but if I do, at least I have the benefit of picking my conversational partner and getting into it in private.

You could say to me, jeez louise, just don’t post if you are so hung up.  That’s reasonable.  Or is it?  Nobody has to do Facebook, right? Nobody had to try the Model T either, or use the first phone or get a computer or fly in the air but most eventually did.  I want to be here now, participating in history, doing the stuff humans do.  I want to see what it’s all about.  What is interesting to me is not deciding to do it or not do it, but thinking about what it is.  This is a sea change, all of us writing to each other in mass rather than privately one on one.  It adds to and changes our persona.  Before, perhaps, we had various personas, suitable for the occasion. Now we have an additional new virtual persona, suitable for everyone at any time and affecting the other personas since this new persona interacts with nearly everybody we know whether that interaction even registers in our consciousness. It’s bizarre, at least compared to the past. In the past, if you made a connection with another human, you probably knew about it.

My generation, and the ones on either side of me, resides in a pivotal moment in history.  We will be the last people to know what it was like to have privacy.  We existed before the Internet, iPhones, social media, digitized photos, emails, texts, search buttons and credit cards. As everything becomes digital, everything becomes public. Information used to be more material and therefore more stationary but now it’s digital, accruing, multiplying and permanent (at least as long as we have electricity). That changes how we communicate. If you don’t like it and want to opt out, you really can’t. You would just be an ant saying no to a rainstorm.

So we might as well get with it right? I value connection, nuance and specificity so on Facebook I try to post things that are in alignment with those values. As I have gotten used to posting on Facebook, I find I want to go a step further into public communication and share my thoughts in a more nuanced way on certain topics.  Hence, this blog.

Because of the Internet, I now have the chance to do this new thing, communicate with everybody, or at least throw my virtual hat in the virtual ring with everybody else’s virtual hats.  I don’t have to persuade anyone to post this for me.  I can just put it out there.  I can now join the ranks of those people who tell it like they see it.  And all without being vetted by another.  How modern.

The price of admission is random; I don’t have to pay until some arbitrary and unknown time. The price of admission may be getting hit with whatever pie someone wants to throw at me and knowing anyone who cares to see me get hit with that pie can, including my mom, my friends and you.  Or maybe it’s not pie in my face at all, maybe it’s the quieter humiliation of the pie I baked, brought to the party and watched, as nobody even tasted. In my over active and anxiety riddled imagination I am worried I’ll get doxxed because I use the f-word when really it’s more likely that nobody will even know I said I was a feminist because they will be too busy paying attention to things that interest them more.  If the first half of that sentence doesn’t make sense, google #gamergate.  It has nothing to do with me except for freaking me out that online communication is dangerous.

In general I prefer the now to the past so it makes sense that when weighing the merits of anonymity vs. public persona, I am taking advantage of this new opportunity to shout to the rafters and write in a public forum. Meaning, I already tried being private, so why not now try this, just because I can?  When in Rome and all that. I did it before when I started posting videos to YouTube 6 months after YouTube started.  I don’t regret that at all, in fact I am very proud of my work there (https://www.youtube.com/eaglecrowowl).   I had the same level of uncertainty and trepidation.  You really can’t know if it’s a good idea until it’s too late.  Mostly I feel a combination of nothing ventured, nothing gained and what the hell, it’s not like anyone is paying close attention.  We are all going to die, and maybe sooner even then we think, and with that in mind, it just doesn’t seem like a big deal.

Does anybody else think about this shit?