Mad Men

Mad men still

It’s nice to have Mad Men back. Season 5 is upon us, and it amuses me greatly that elsewhere, Lane Pryce is tring to blow up the universe, and that his wife was possessed by deadites some 19 years ago.

So, my proposed ending for Mad Men: Olivia Dunham appears out of thin air at SCDP to arrest Lane Pryce for future crimes against humanity. (Bruce Campbell makes a guest appearance as an obnoxious doorman who sends both Rebecca Pryce, a deadite, and creepy Glenn, now an older creepy Glenn, to Hell.)

Olivia’s appearance unexpectedly pushes Ken Cosgrove two decades back in time, where he ends up working as a detective in LA, while Joan Holloway is sent to the future where she becomes a master thief and assassin.

Roger is recruited to Fringe division (dep’t of Adjustments) and despite his misgivings about “those yellow French bastards,” helps contain Megan Draper’s teeth, which are threatening to lay Quebec in ruins.

Pete Campbell keeps sleeping with the au pairs, pushing Trudy into a pill addiction. She eventually leaves Pete, enrolling in college in Colorado.

(This post will actually make perfect sense to the keen TV viewer.)
28.03.2012 • Permalink

While I should be curious about Google IO and what I will miss if I fail to take advantage of the cumbersome offer, what I’m actually far more curious about is how an organization that can’t write an effective direct marketing email message has managed to become one of the most powerful corporations of the 21st century.

from Jeffrey Zeldman

28.03.2012 • Permalink


Oh, to be young and in love.

24.03.2012 • Permalink

I know that in writing class they tell you that you need to make the stakes personal for your character, but that’s bullshit. A person isn’t some kind of weirdo freak because he sees people struggling against a monstrous and intractable adversary and decides to help them. Or else, at least we should be able to recognize that empathy with strangers IS personal. You don’t need to have a literal personal loss to decide that it’s okay to help another person.

Threat Quality Press’ Braak making a larger point about heroes while musing on John Carter.

24.03.2012 • Permalink

Broadway Melody

Fred Astaire

(In honor of World Poetry Day, here’s one I wrote back in 2000.)

Perhaps my favourite moments
are his entrances;

The sly, knowing glance he throws her way,
the sauntering stroll onto stage,
hands in pockets, swing in step,
on feet that effortlessly
adhere to other rhythms;

But most of all, the anticipation:
knowing wonders of grace are imminent
and that curious moment
when his body turns to mercury:

Wordlessly, he sings a virtuoso counterpoint,
visual tones in the keys of detached nonchalance,
studied elegance
and suspension of disbelief;

Now, who would doubt an instant
the footprints on the ceiling
or argue the grace of the hatstand?

Perhaps my favourite moments
are his entrances;
magic as real as anything;
a myth and a memory, forever entangled
like two lovers dancing,

cheek to cheek

21.03.2012 • Permalink

I’ve blogged about Ridley Scott before, and though I should know better, I can’t help but get excited by the new trailer for Prometheus. Scott is a masterful visual stylist, and when he gets a decent script to build those visuals on, he can come up with some amazing stuff.

From what I can gather, Prometheus started off as an Alien prequel, then supposedly became its own thing after a rewrite or two, which is patently bullshit, as 1) the title typeface is the same, 2) the ship they discover is identical to the one the unknowing Nostromo crew found in Alien, and 3) the alien queen thingie you clearly see at 1:37. (As you do.)

Like everyone else, I was always disappointed by how the Alien series went off the rails with Alien3, and even though Alien: Resurrection was a slight improvement, the franchise was lost. (The awful, awful AvP flicks were lazy, cynical cash-ins, and the less said, the better.)

Frustratingly, Mark Verheiden’s run on Dark Horse Comics, collected in Aliens: Book 1-3, was everything the story could – and should – have been; mindful of what had come before, but moving the story into new territory. (It would have made a great movie trilogy too.) I recommend it heartily, and consider it the true continuation of the Alien saga.

In the end, suspicious and burned by can’t-miss trailers before (hello, dr. Jones!), I still get my hopes up: those snippets of Prometheus just look so good and are put together so well, and the fan in me really wants to see that universe explored further, even if only under an assumed name … and so goes the song of the fanboy. With Scott’s name attached, and the entire PR machinery of FOX Film Corp behind it, I’m sure Prometheus doesn’t need my help, but I’m crossing my fingers regardless. After all, John Carter certainly seemed like it couldn’t miss

19.03.2012 • Permalink