Sometimes I have so much to say and show that I end not saying or showing anything.
By far, writing something is the more difficult task. Throwing up photos is easy . . .
Writing, on the other hand, can be daunting. It especially daunts when wanting to speak about serious stuff; opinions on current events, opinions on writing itself . . . heck, opinions in general.
I could write about movies, like John Wick Chapter 2. What can I say? So few people do sequels well, and the people who did JW-2 are not among the few. Mind you, the production value was high, the action was amazing (too amazing) but the story . . .
Here’s what I think happened. The success of the first movie was assumed to be for the most part due to the action scenes and Mr. Wick dispatching some seventy people. Certainly, that’s why I liked it. Bad guys dying is something I’ll happily watch.
The problem with the first movie is that as bad-ass as he was made out to be, if it weren’t for DaFoe’s character, Mr. Wick would have died a couple of times over (
Deux Sniper Ex Machina).
For that matter, had I been the “bad guy”, I would not have sent all my men on frontal attacks against Mr. Wick. I would have had them surround the house and shoot him with a high-power rifle from a safe distance (the house has a lot of glass windows; it would seem like a no-brainer).
The movie-makers must have realized this and wanted to remedy the perception. In this sequel, Mr. Wick dispatches something like 150+ people all on his own, no help needed. My wife says the number is probably 200+ people. That’s a lot of shooting, stabbing, strangling, penciling, etc.
But, again, he lives through all the attacks because of the following:
The bad guys are fans of martial arts movies and attack one person at the time. Also, none of the bad guys are smart enough to use guns to the maximum advantage. The whole design of the gun is geared toward propelling solid metal chunks at a safe distance from a given target. It’s a mystery to me why the bad guys would want to get within a few feet of Mr. Wick unless they liked having their hands grabbed and twisted. Or, perhaps, they like being thrown and having their own guns used against them.
I’ll never understand the criminal mind.
The movie is one long action scene with a few breaks thrown in so that the audience can see how civilized the world of professional killers is. It has protocols and traditions and even service sectors which can supply you with the best in guns and implausible armored clothing.
But the plot . . . the plot. It disheartens me when I watch movies like this because I’m fairly confident I could write a better plot premise. Except, no one asked me. Instead, we get a convoluted dance around some cockamamy blood marker and protocol that must be followed before being allowed to kill someone.
This movie is also an example of how women are held to a higher standard than men (or, that men get a pass because, you know, they are men.) I refer to the killer lady in the first movie who is executed because she broke the rules. Mr. Wick flagrantly breaks them and is given a one hour head start before being excommunicated as opposed to executed. Go figure.
By the way, I finally saw Captain America – Civil War.
Another movie where the plot and motivation driving the movie is both transparent (or, it was to me) and nonsensical. In the case of CA-CW, the movie-makers got themselves enamored with big, pointless fight scenes.
During one sequence, the superheroes are doing their best to disable each other. I mean, using their superpower to land powerful blows and explosions, and stuff . . . and then, one of them gets hurt, and Iron Man is all upset-like.
Dude! Like, you guys are throwing serious power around! What did you expect?
But again, the main premise . . . Crap!
It’s really difficult getting invested in movies when you can spot plot holes and inconsistencies. I mean, don’t get me wrong; they are passable movies, but I’m glad I did not go see them at the theater. Wait . . . I saw John Wick 2 at the theater . . . sonofabitch!
FYI, all of these shots are from the P900. Most of them, like the next three, are shot at the maximum optical zoom. Wait . . . only the first of the next three is at the 2000mm maximum optical zoom. The other two were pushed past that into the digital zoom realm.
So, here’s the interesting thing with this camera. I’m better at getting better photos from the camera.
But, back to movies. We don’t watch too many movies. We barely watch television. One show we’re currently watching is HBO’s The Newsroom.
It’s heavily partisan, so that’s a bit annoying. I mean, not that I have a problem with exposing Republicans, but it was obviously made for a “liberal” audience because there is nary a mention of all the crap things Democrats do.
Still, the characters are engaging, the writing is tight, and I’ll put up with the heavy-handed treatment of some subjects.
For me, the writing is the main attraction. While the show assumes one is politically stupid, it does not assume the audience is generally stupid. The writing assumes people know words and sentences and can get references and jokes and stuff.
It’s a refreshingly welcome departure from the typical TV fare where it’s assumed audiences need to get hit in the head with a sledgehammer for them to get the jokes.
The show no longer airs, but I’m enjoying going through the three seasons.
One general comment . . . the characters in the show? I would love to know them. I don’t mean the actors; I mean the fictional character. Not all, but most. I like their intelligence.
Let’s see, what else?
Oh, yeah . . . I’ve been reading some of the free books I’ve gotten for being an Amazon Prime member (one free book a month). I really liked Mogworld (until the end). I started reading but did not finish three other books. These are published books and some are part of series. The fourth book (Uglies) I liked but it does not end; it leads into the second book which I will not buy because it pissed me off that the first book did not end.
The three books I did not finish were, in my opinion, not well-written and with stories that are even less engaging than the characters.
They are supposed to be thriller/action stories. I’m reading those because of my 2015 NaNoWriMo effort which I plan to shop around some. Reading those books was of zero help in improving my writing . . . which I’m not doing much of these days.
I am, however, racking up rejections to my short stories. Thirty-one rejections and counting.
One thing I noticed with the novels I have read . . . they sure describe everything. Many, many words describing the scene, the people, what they are wearing, their surroundings, and all sorts of details I can only assume will be relevant later on in the story . . . but that I will never find out because I stopped reading. Were I to put that much description into my works, my books would be nearly twice as thick as they are.
Well, they are digital, so thickness is not a current virtue. What I mean is that going by word count, were I to pad as much as they did, I would be up in the 200K+ words stories.
I’ve also read that books are now being screened by “sensitivity readers” . . . people who read books (getting paid as much as $250 a pop) and see if they are offended by anything.
. . . I’m never gonna get published . . .
One more photo of something I tried:
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