Saturday, January 31, 2015

The Imitation Game

Okay, so this review proves loooong overdue. I apologize for that. I also published a second post to this blog tonight (The Wedding Ringer) to make amends.
A lot of based-on-a-true-story movies arrived in theaters over the last couple weeks. Many of these proved flawed for mostly the same reasons. However, I can report that The Imitation Game exists as an excellent movie.
Where many recent, “real-life” movies resulted in barely connected series of scenes and passive protagonists who dealt with terrible ordeals while they awaited rescue, Imitation never fell victim to those shortcomings.
Imitation offered three clear acts, a story arc, a character arc, and an active protagonist with a clear goal and tragic flaw.
I do not suggest that a movie cannot blaze a trail outside these “rules” of storytelling. However, many “real-life” movies suffered because they colored outside these lines.
Imitation covered Alan Turing and his team’s quest to crack the supposedly uncrack-able Nazi code “Enigma” and thus help win World War II.
Alan’s quest led him to build a computer (recall the time period to fully appreciate this) that could crack the code.
I admit, this sounds like it might bore an audience to tears. Who wants to watch mathematicians build a computer?
The movie worked beautifully, owed to excellent story-craft and Oscar-worthy performances by Benedict Cumberbatch and Keira Knightley.
Cumberbatch played the hell out of Alan Turing, who reminded me of several mathematicians with whom I worked and lived.
Put a gun to my head and demand a flaw? The movie repeated three or four times one of its mottos, which went something to the tune of, “Those whom we can’t imagine will accomplish anything sometime accomplish the unimaginable.”
A nice thought, sure, but delivered with too heavy a hand. Granted, a different person said the motto each time, so it did result in an illustration of an idea that spread, as a good idea should.
Imitation said a lot about the persecution of British homosexuals at this time, not by the Nazis, but by other Englishmen.
If you ever wanted to hear a soulless, purely logical argument against such persecution, Imitation offered them by the dozens.
Alan discovered that one of his coworkers worked as a spy for the Soviets. He wanted to do the right thing and turn him in to the authorities (whether or not such action would prove “the right thing” can serve as a debate for another day), but said coworker knew about Alan’s secret homosexuality.
If Alan turned in his coworker, then that coworker would've turn in Alan. British law would've thrown Alan in prison for his sexuality, for years.
Britain’s baseless fear of homosexuals caused a serious threat to not only nation security, but to the war efforts against the Nazis!
Many needless problems that endanger countless people and the history of the world arose from Britain’s persecution of homosexuals.
Lest anyone think I forgot, America and other country, on both sides of the war, also mistreated these people.

The Imitation Game offered an accurate portrayal of humanities most dangerous flaws.
See this movie.

Thanks for reading.
You probably noticed that I went about a week without a blog entry. I apologize for that. The creation of the prototype for my card game, Duelists of Darkwana (based on my novel series, Diaries of Darkwana), managed to eat up a lot of my time.
I also need to explain, on that note, where the heck the third novel for that series went. It sits done and ready to publish on Kindle.
At the moment, my wonderful cover artist deals with a few distractions. I promise that as soon as I get the completed cover art from her (if not sooner), I shall publish the third novel in my series.
OH! Also, Daughters of Darkwana received a sweet, succinct review, which you can read here, http://www.thebookeaters.co.uk/daughters-of-darkwana-by-martin-wolt-jr/


I publish my blogs as follows:
Sundays: Movie reviews at moviesmartinwolt.blogspot.com
Mondays: Short stories at martinwolt.blogspot.com
Tuesdays: A look at the politics of the entertainment world at EntertainmentMicroscope.blogspot.com.
Wednesdays: An inside look at my novels (such as Daughters of Darkwana, which you can now find on Kindle) at Darkwana.blogspot.com
Thursdays: Tips to improve your fiction at FictionFormula.blogspot.com

The Wedding Ringer

The Wedding Ringer proves hilarious, absurd, and a wonderful surprise. It serves as not only a great date movie, but also a great date test. If your date fails to find this movie funny, move on to the next candidate.
Kevin Hart gives a great performance as Jimmy Callahan, who, for a price, will attend your wedding as your best man, pretend that you two experienced together a long history, and tell lies to your new wife and her family to make you look good.
Josh Gad demonstrates an equally lovable performance as Doug Harris, who, about to marry without a single friend to name his best man, hires Jimmy.
Yes, filmmakers put together similar movies in the past, but let me know when you think you found a completely original plot, and I’ll point out as many of its obvious influences as you possess time to hear.
This movie piles on the laughs. Ten seconds rarely pass without something funny as hell to show for it. The humor often proves ridiculous, so you’ll often require a wide suspension of disbelief.
Two serious scenes exist (I combine two back-to-back, short scenes here). They work beautifully, give us exactly what we need to know to appreciate and empathize with the characters and their situations.
These scenes last as long as they need to and not a second longer. The writers and director  paced nearly everything with remarkable perfection.
I say “nearly” because a football scene near the end (though funny) feels a bit forced and creates a bit of a speed bump before Act Three opens.
I imagine that the writers felt that the football scene would help lubricate the eventual bound between Jimmy and Doug, as well as remind its audience members of the friends they possibly made on the field.
The football scene pays off to that extent, but not enough to justify its existence (call me a minimalist). Still, I nitpick heavily with this criticism.
This movie works. The actresses and actors appear to love every minute of it. The laughs might cure cancer, given their potency.
Those two aforementioned “serious” scenes work wonders to humanize and make believable our two main characters.
The moral premise proves vital to a healthy, happy life without a preachy moment.

I enjoyed The Wedding Ringer and hope that the producers don’t make a terrible, direct-to-video (disc, whatever) sequel.

Thanks for reading.
You probably noticed that I went about a week without a blog entry. I apologize for that. The creation of the prototype for my card game, Duelists of Darkwana (based on my novel series, Diaries of Darkwana), managed to eat up a lot of my time.
I also need to explain, on that note, where the heck the third novel for that series went. It sits done and ready to publish on Kindle.
At the moment, my wonderful cover artist deals with a few distractions. I promise that as soon as I get the completed cover art from her (if not sooner), I shall publish the third novel in my series.
OH! Also, Daughters of Darkwana received a sweet, succinct review, which you can read here, http://www.thebookeaters.co.uk/daughters-of-darkwana-by-martin-wolt-jr/


I publish my blogs as follows:
Sundays: Movie reviews at moviesmartinwolt.blogspot.com
Mondays: Short stories at martinwolt.blogspot.com
Tuesdays: A look at the politics of the entertainment world at EntertainmentMicroscope.blogspot.com.
Wednesdays: An inside look at my novels (such as Daughters of Darkwana, which you can now find on Kindle) at Darkwana.blogspot.com
Thursdays: Tips to improve your fiction at FictionFormula.blogspot.com

Sunday, January 11, 2015

Taken 3

You probably wonder why I would subject either of us to this movie.
I actually watched The Imitation Game about two weeks back, and I want badly to write about it. However, there remains several things I want to research, first.
Furthermore, I currently enjoy one of my transcontinental adventures. This means that I often wait for, at some point in my travels, a movie theater to conveniently materialize before me.
I found a bar (in which I watched the game--go Seahawks!), and afterwards sought a theater before I continued to seek out a motel (from which I now write this post). My options appeared limited once I found a theater (especially with the late hour).
I currently fight to stay awake long enough to complete and publish this review. If a typo manages to seep through my filters . . . look, I spent a lot of time both on a plane and on foot with a very heavy bag so just cut me some slack.
So. Taken 3. Let's just . . . let's just get through this one.
Taken 3 offers exactly what you'd expect. Liam Neeson punches and shoots his why through bad guys to protect his family.
You may recall that this served as the plot for the first Taken.
I watched, while I waited for the movie to begin, a preview for a movie called Run All Night, in which Liam Neeson punches and shoots his way through bad guys to protect his family.
I never saw Taken 2, but I assume that it features Liam Neeson while he punches and shoots his way through bad guys to protect his family.
Yes, the ultimate, Super Dad power fantasy continues for your vicarious pleasure. It even offers a bonus fantasy at no additional cost.
Neeson's ex-wife (in Taken 3--I couldn't guess how she spends real life) confesses that she still loves him and actually hates the guy for whom she left him. Oh, and it turns out that her new husband exists as a scumbag (sorry for the spoiler, but you can foresee it from space).
Neeson begins his brand new, second-verse-same-as-the-first adventure with the establishment that he exists as everything you probably wish you became. Other characters exist in this movie merely to confirm it. They either allow Neeson to beat them silly or shower Neeson with compliments.
"You're so honorable." "I respect you." "I want your opinion, Daddy."
Good grief.
I must admit, the writers know what their audience wants to hear (notice that "audience" stands singular).
That seems about it, really. Want to watch a bunch of stuff explode for no apparent reason while a guy somehow dodges bullets while protected in his invisible cocoon of awesome? Taken 3 ought to satisfy you, provided you don't think too hard (or at all) about the plot--seriously, it falls apart the second you do.
I would like, before we part, to ask you to take a quick quiz--only one question long.
A little setup, first. You see, at this PG-13 movie that player very late at night, many people brought along babies and small children who screamed and carried on for the duration of the movie. These people (the parents, one assumes) simply sat and did nothing to correct the situation.
Thus my question. Would you consider this behavior "bad parenting"?
I would feel relieved, if you answered anything less than, "Hell, no," to grab the nearest cheese grater and use it to remove your genitals before you reproduce.
Thank you.
I shall now pass out for the night.

(Thanks for reading. You might notice below that I changed the schedule for my blogs. I will, because of the number of projects on my plate, only produce a short story for this blog on Mondays. Fiction Formula will switch from Fridays to Thursdays. I apologize for any inconvenience, though I . . . doubt this will rock anyone's existence. Thanks again!)

I publish my blogs as follows:
Sundays: Movie reviews at moviesmartinwolt.blogspot.com
Mondays: Short stories at martinwolt.blogspot.com
Tuesdays: A look at the politics of the entertainment world at EntertainmentMicroscope.blogspot.com.
Wednesdays: An inside look at my novels (such as Daughters of Darkwana, which you can now find on Kindle) at Darkwana.blogspot.com
Thursdays: Tips to improve your fiction at FictionFormula.blogspot.com