Or merely human nature, we want to do something, if we can.
Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton is a big, stinky, carnivorous cautionary tale for abuse of technology and he makes no bones about it (yeah, I went for the cheap paleontology joke; sorry, it was the only thing I could dig up).
We need more cautionary tales.
We find we can manipulate genes, so as humans we think, then we should.
Clone…then we should.
Build bombs…we should.
Smartphones, Wi-Fi, internet…should, should, should!!!
Shouldn’t we find out the consequences first?
Everything has consequences.
I’ve heard the argument that God gave us the ability to do these things so we should.
a) that’s presuming there’s a God;
b) we also have to ability to kill people, should we?
c) justifying much?
In less than 25 years we’ve become internet junkies. We overshare worldwide. No worries about pulsating signals everywhere. More children plugged in like adorable little zombies. We’re more distracted, obsessed, exhausted, overwhelmed, and less connected than ever….
I began reading Jurassic Park and Philosophy (edited by Nicholas Michaud and Jessica Watkins) thinking I knew what they’re going to say. To some extent I did; philosophers examining JP in detail, scrutinizing all connotations and consequences as well as providing provocative insights regarding: genetic engineering, cloning, technology, human nature, ethics, religion, drama, humour, and even dinosaurs. Also gave me a creepy ah-ha moment – we’re the dinosaurs, a species striding boldly, masters of the planet, all the while becoming extinct.
Yes, another tremendous book in the Popular Culture and Philosophy series from Open Court. I’m so hooked, I can’t wait for the next fix.
Hammond, essentially a snake oil salesman, only cared about money, power, and his legacy, he couldn’t see he put his real legacy in danger by bringing his grandchildren to the park to figure out if it was safe, after someone was killed by a cloned dinosaur. Humans are so proud we can do, we forget to show respect for the real power, nature.
John Hammond: All major theme parks have delays. When they opened Disneyland in 1956, nothing worked.
Ian Malcolm: Yeah, but John, if the Pirates of the Caribbean breaks down, the pirates don’t eat the tourists.
Any thoughts on the reboot of the Jurassic Park series?
Jurassic World is now a state-of-the-art dino theme park on Isla Nublar. 22 years after the events of the original Jurassic Park all is well; what a relief. But wait, frustrated with declining attendance, an exciting new attraction is opened, gee, I wonder what could go wrong?
The cast looks interesting, Chris Pratt, Jake Johnson, Vincent D’Onofrio, BD Wong, Irrfan Khan, Judy Greer, Bryce Dallas Howard, but I’ll miss Jeff Goldblum, Laura Dern, and Sam Neill.
Written by Colin Trevorrow (also directing) and Derek Connolly, both from Safety Not Guaranteed http://yadadarcyyada.com/?s=safety+not+guaranteed , I’m hopeful this will be action-packed and funny. Also that it’ll continue to offer strong female characters, like Dr. Ellie Sattler (Laura Dern), Lex (Ariana Richards), and well, the dinosaurs were all female, right?
Ian Malcolm: God creates dinosaurs. God destroys dinosaurs. God creates man. Man destroys God. Man creates dinosaurs.
Ellie Sattler: Dinosaurs eat man … woman inherits the earth.
I’m celebrating 50,000+ views on my blog (Thank you! Thank you!) and the 50th anniversary (published 1964) of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory by Roald Dahl, published 1964.
Loved with this book, then I saw the movie, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory – my mind was forever altered.
A factory full of chocolate? It was one thing to read about it, another to see a river of chocolate…
I still love the 1971 Gene Wilder version best (directed by David L. Wolper), maybe because it’s steeped in childhood memories or because for me, it’s Gene Wilder’s definitive performance.
This is where I fell in love. Gene Wilder and chocolate. Sign me up!
Wilder is the ultimate Willy Wonka. He didn’t go over-the-top weird, instead opting for a subtle, damaged man-child who was trapped in his own reclusion, a Howard Hughes-like creative genius who couldn’t cope in a reality that wasn’t of his own making. Wilder’s transcendent blend of cordiality, callousness, awe, and animosity make you think he is Wonka, he just is.
Jack Albertson was delightful as Grandpa Joe, who apparently couldn’t get out of bed to get a job, but could dance a jig and spend the day at a chocolate factory.
Charlie Bucket is the only child Dahl and Wonka even remotely like due to his meek and accommodating nature, but Charlie wasn’t as obedient as he seemed, he spent money on a chocolate bar that he wasn’t supposed to; so even in the most co-operative child Dahl found a fault.
The 1971 version was renamed Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory to cross-promote UK’s The Willy Wonka Candy Company who had bought the rights from Roald Dahl.
I never understood why Roald Dahl was classed as a children’s author, he clearly disliked children, at times rather intensely. His stories and books reflect this.
What he hated more than children were their parents, specifically parents who didn’t raise their children properly, at least from his point of view.
Imagine what Roald Dahl would think of children and their parents now?
I recently read A Brief History of Chocolate (Steve Berry and Phil Norman) which I must warn you will not only vastly entertain and inform, but make you crave chocolate.
Despite best intentions this book lacked something, what was it? Oh yes, chocolate. They should sell each copy with a chocolate bar or coupon for a free chocolate bar. There, a marketing idea, no charge…although I’d take a thank you in chocolate bars.
I also loved the darker, creepier Tim Burton vision of Willy Wonka.
Johnny Depp played him weird and it worked. Also damaged, but in a deranged-meterosexual-game-show-host-who-moonlights-as-a-rock-star-on-acid-way.
Veruca Salt was a bad egg or nut in all versions, but really, her parents spoiled her. Also, Augustus Gloop, Mike Teevee, and Violet Beauregarde. All annoying children, but allowed, even encouraged to be so by their parents.
The first time I walked into the Hershey chocolate factory in Smith Falls, Ontario the smell was divine, like melted chocolate floating through clouds of more chocolate just before it rained chocolate.
I’ll never forget the look on my son’s face, the pure wonder as he watched row after row after row of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups racing happily along the conveyor belt.
I’m sure I had a similar look as I saw the giant vat of chocolate I wanted to swim in, not figuratively, literally.
No Oompa-Loompas, no chocolate waterfall, trees made of taffy, Everlasting Gobstoppers, no fizzy lifting drinks, or Wonka though, but lots of chocolate for sale and sample.
Alas Hershey closed the factory after 45 years, losing a great tourist attraction, and hundred of jobs. Several other large employers closed, shipping more Canadian jobs overseas, leaving 40% of the town unemployed.
Now a flame has been lit as Smith Falls rallies; the factory at 1 Hershey Drive now produces medical marijuana, which, in a great cosmic irony would have made more people buy chocolate.
There are still times, when I open a chocolate bar wrapper and think I see a flash of gold.
I bet you automatically thought, is watching you, after reading the title.
You were correct.
The slogan, “Big Brother is Watching You” from George Orwell’s creepy dystopian classic 1984 is ingrained in pop culture.
Big Brother is also a reality TV series in many countries.
And the bleak reality of our lives. We may have believed governments listening in on citizens and each other was Cold War stuff, that is was an unusual occurrence. Turns out, not so much.
Big Brother is actually watching and listening to you.
Now everyone is listening and watching.
We’re fascinated by what people are talking about, if only to shred it.
Big Brother is one of the few reality shows I watch.
And yes, I’m aware it’s about as realistic as a politician telling the truth.
I watched it the first season, when my son was a baby. I wanted something relaxing and it seems harmless enough. Little did I know. Apparently watching people acting idiotic is addictive, weirdly entertaining, and even engrossing.
These people know they’re being filmed. They know it.
Yet they say and do stuff I have to hope no one in their right mind would normally do and they justify their actions, saying it’s a game. Hmmm, the old the ends justify the means defense.
It’s a giant social experiment put on TV.
I would never be surprised to see researchers in lab coats attaching electrodes to their heads or other body parts.
People get in that house and they lie and cry, strategize and pulverize.
They dish and swish, become BFFs, mortal enemies, and frenemies within minutes.
They have showmances and bromances.
Whine, complain, laugh, manipulate, ingratiate…basically act like basket cases all for a brief shiny moment of fame and a slim chance to win some money.
To give them credit they’re also cut off from the world (although in some cases that might be a bonus).
They have no family, no friends, no support system, no news, no cell phones, no TV, no internet, no cars…they’re trapped with strangers who they would never pick as friends, yet now they’re counting on them for their very survival, figuratively speaking. And they’re being broadcast around the world.
Bikini-wearing lab rats. Tattooed, muscle-bound guinea pigs. Scrawny laboratory whiners. And of course, the token gay and token old person.
Really, Orwell‘s Doublethink, “…the power of holding two contradictory beliefs in one’s mind simultaneously, and accepting both of them” works perfectly in so many situations, government, religion, technology, relationships, news, reality (such as it is). And of course politicians have mastered doublespeak.
Would I go in the #BigBrotherHouse? I don’t know, but never say never. Would you?
So whether it’s the government watching its people, or other countries, or each other…
Or us watching total strangers on TV…
Or watching each other on the internet…
Remember one thing, just cause you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they’re not surveilling you.
“If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face—forever.” ~George Orwell (Eric Blair)
Some films scratch out a tiny piece of your heart, savage it, not too much, just enough to be memorable, then hand it back to you with a smile that you return automatically, just thankful you have that piece back.
Unfinished Song (released in the UK as Song For Marion) has the standard splendor of a film about love on many levels.
The love between Arthur, played by the ever intriguing and delightful Terence Stamp, just ever-so-slightly less scary than usual, and his dying wife Marion, played to perfection by the unparalleled Vanessa Redgrave.
The love between parents and children.
The love of music and life, highlighted by a quirky choir of feisty seniors performing songs like: Love Shack (B-52s), Ace of Spades (Motörhead), Let’s Talk About Sex (Salt-n-Pepa), True Colors (Cyndi Lauper), and Lullabye (Goodnight, My Angel) (Billy Joel).
Stamp was reluctant to take the part until he saw his own father in the character, a mordant, psychologically jammed man who loves deeply, but shows it oddly. I’m sure most watch this film wanting to alternately hug and slug this cranky, sorrowful soul.
The beauty of this film is in the impeccable casting, without the immeasurable talent and experience of Stamp and Redgrave this film could have easily come off as syrupy.
Other brilliant note blended into this song is Christopher Eccleston (yes, the first Doctor in the uberpopular reboot of Doctor Who, also, 28 Days Later, Heroes, Lennon Naked, The Leftovers, Cracker, Thor: The Dark World, etc.), the son with a complicated relationship with his Dad; of course Arthur seems to have a complicated relationship with everyone.
Add then next lovely note, Gemma Atherton (Lost in Austen, Quantum of Solace, etc.) as Elizabeth, a sweet, determined, but lonely choir mistress.
In a world obsessed with youth, films that portray seniors as people are important, but there’s more to it. It’s about love, but more importantly, how love always changes.
So go at it then, smile, cry, smile, laugh, cry, smile, cry, laugh, cry, smile…yup, think that about sums it up.
Don’t let your song go unfinished.
Diana Gabaldon’s genre-crossing time travel series is a marketing phenomenon.
It began as a blatant historical romance that throws in sci-fi, adventure, mystery, fantasy.
The next 7 books are harder to categorize, maybe historical fiction with fantasy, adventure, mystery, time travel, and some romance to boot.
The first book in the series, Outlander (in the UK, Cross Stitch) was published in 1991, and was sort of inspired by a Doctor Who episode, The War Games; especially The Doctor’s Scottish companion, Jamie McCrimmion (Fraser Hines)...hmmm, Jamie Fraser. So when you think about it, if you like the Outlander series you owe it to Doctor Who, er, sort of.
The rest is history…
The plot almost seems too simplistic, Claire, a WWII nurse gets transported back to Scotland, 1743, but it’s the characters and their interaction that are so engaging.
Love, betrayal, fighting, honour, hope, chaos, jealousy, anger, intrigue, raids, and of course, kilts.
It’s all a bit of a shock, and that’s just the hygiene.
Who could ask for more?
The main cast, Caitriona Balfe as Claire Randall/Fraser/Sassenach, Sam Heughan as Jamie Fraser and Tobias Menzies as Frank/Jonathan Randall are joined by stalwart top-drawer actors such as: Simon Callow, Annette Badland, Graham McTavish, Bill Paterson, Gary Lewis, James Fleet, etc. So no worries on the cast.
Most of the filming done in Scotland, so no worries on the scenery.
Adapted to TV by writers: Ronald D. Moore (Battlestar Galactica, Star Trek, Helix, Roswell, Carnivàle), Toni Graphia, Matthew B. Roberts, Ira Behr, and Anne Kenney. So absolutely no worries on the writing.
The Walking Dead music master, Bear McCreary gives us the music, so presume it’s cool and a tad spooky.
So it looks like Diana Gabaldon’s beloved Outlander series is in good hands. So watch it with confidence, whit’s fur ye’ll no go past ye.
Toned down for American primetime, All in the Family still managed to rock TV land. Based on the controversial BBC series, Till Death Us Do Part (created by Johnny Speight) and warmed up with The Honeymooners and The Flintstones, nothing had prepared us for Archie Bunker (played by the apparently sweet Carroll O’Connor).
Archie was a complicated guy.
Clearly bigoted and uncouth, he was also honest and hard-working, often expressing opinions people were thinking, but couldn’t go against the politically correct times to say.
He was also an excellent way to hold a mirror up to bigotry and prejudice without shoving it down people’s throats.
This show rammed through contentious and taboo subjects, including but not limited to: racism, homosexuality, rape, miscarriage, abortion, women’s liberation, menopause, breast cancer, impotence, the Vietnam War and more.
Archie was a scared man. His comfy chair world had been turned on its head.
He knew his place and everyone else knew their place. Until they didn’t.
Archie didn’t understand why everything he felt was right in the world, especially his world, had to change.
His long-suffering wife Edith (Jean Stapleton) was patient in ways no one, including their daughter, Gloria (Sally Struthers) could understand.
Despite their many issues, it was clear they all loved each other deeply.
Gloria’s hippie husband, Mike/Meathead (Rob Reiner) highlighted the clash between The Greatest Generation (Archie as a WWII vet) and Baby Boomers, the struggle between the old guard and young people who wanted to change the world…Archie’s snug little world.
And then there were the spinoffs. The Jeffersons movin’ on up to the East Side.
Edith’s cousin, Maude (the incomparable Bea Arthur) visiting then getting a hilarious spinoff. And Good Times was a dy-no-mite spinoff from Maude. And more…
Taped in multi-camera format in front of a live studio audience, All in the Family never failed to break new ground.
I loved that they never used canned laughter. I’d prefer not to hear any laughter, but if I must, let it be genuine.
Family Guy pays tribute to All in the Family with its opening sequence of Lois and Peter playing the piano, and various other similarities…then again, the whole show is a pop culture fart. Of course, they’ve taken it much further, boldly going where even TV censors, after dying of exhaustion, knew they could go.
American Dad! (created by Seth MacFarlane, Mike Barker, and Matt Weitzman) is an absurd animated emulation, though since the All in the Family players were more caricatures than characters, it makes sense. And they added Roger and Klaus; who can complain?
All in the Family and its official and unofficial offspring influence so many; although, looking around the world today, I think a lot of the messages are being missed, or misinterpreted.