Thursday, June 29, 2017

Babylon 5: The Closed Circle




Say what you want about J. Michael Straczynski, he understands story structure.

There were always questions about the way Babylon 5 was conceived as a story. The networks weren't sure that a television audience would have the patience for a tale that asks you to hang in there for five seasons to see the payoff. In the age of binge watching Netflix shows, it seems that this is still an active question.

By creating a story framework with definite events mapped out, Straczynski freed up the writers to hang fun, self contained stories off of it and made it possible to add touches of foreshadowing all throughout the show as well.

One episode about halfway through season one of Babylon 5 literally shows you something that will happen in season five. It's completely without context, adds a sense of urgency and foreboding to earlier seasons, and is extremely cathartic in the season five payoff. It rewards careful watching and re-watching.

That sound you hear is Chechov's Gun chambering. It's a trope for a reason and when handled well, it is emotionally satisfying for the watcher (or reader).

(It also allows for time travel plots that are handled in a far more believable way than some more recent shows have done. *coughcoughDCcoughcough*)

I love it. I wish more shows were made in this fashion.

What are some other shows or writers that do structure well, either within episodes or over series?


Monday, June 26, 2017

Babylon 5: Understanding is a Three Edged Sword



Good dialogue is something I really struggle with as a writer, but Babylon 5 has it in spades.

Comedic one-liners: "I don't care if they agreed to wear bunny suits and sing the Hallelujah Chorus."

Grim threats: "Rest assured that while your body may one day be found, it could never be identified from what was left."

Deep questions: "You're getting dressed in the morning, You're pulling on your pants. Do you zip and then fasten or fasten and then zip?"

Clarifications: "Slight difference in how you pronounce. Za-thras. Za-thras. Za-thras. You are seeing?"

And then there's the music critiques:



Seriously, show creator J. Michael Straczynski does some of his best work with small frame dialogues between two characters. Season 3 has an episode where two characters are trapped in an elevator and their interaction is tense, funny, and mesmerizing.

Please post some of your favorite lines or scenes in the comments. I'd love to discuss them.

Friday, June 23, 2017

Babylon 5: Our Last, Best Hope




There's a tendency in a lot of science fiction television to gear everything toward the dark and dystopian. Look at shows like Black Mirror, Dark Matter, Into the Badlands, and the Battlestar Galactica reboot. Even Firefly, with all its humor and a likable cast, is set in a dystopia complete with both a totalitarian government AND environmental disaster.

Now, these settings are fun to play around in. But for my money, fiction needs hope to entertain over the long haul. Characters, and the audience experiencing the narrative through them, have to believe that their actions matter and that they can make the world better. How can this be done if the Alliance will implacably expand its reach, the Cylons are inescapable because we are the Cylons, and we can never, ever atone for our past?

In Babylon 5, by contrast, the future is a place of possibility and wonder, but to make peace a reality takes constant work from all sides. And hope is the fuel of such action. Characters change and grow because they begin to believe that they can.

This comes through in the very idea of the Babylon Project.

The series plays with this theme of hope in every season. Hope that peace can be maintained, hope that old wounds can heal, that relationships can be restored, that life can have meaning, that sacrifice is not without purpose, that our inheritors will find a better world than the one we were born into.

Part of this comes through in the show's handling of religion. Unlike the subversion or nullification of religion in the other shows, faith in the transcendent is a good thing in the Bab-5 universe. While some characters are shown to distort or misuse religion, legitimate belief is shown to be a source of strength and hope. And this lends motivation for action.

If hope is illusory, then characters can stoically suffer, party in antinomian denial, or kill themselves. If the wheel always keeps spinning, then the best you can hope for is to never see the shake-up in your lifetime. Every action of every character is futile, because nothing lasts.

But, if hope has real grounding beyond the material and if actions actually matter, then hope becomes the driving force behind the scenes and characters can dream and aspire.

In Babylon 5, characters find hope and share it with the viewer. And, to quote one such character, "Hope is all we have."



Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Babylon 5 is What Sci-Fi is Missing (or My Yearly Pilgrimage to a Place That Doesn't Exist)



When I ask people about their favorite science fiction shows, I see a lot of wistful looks for one show in particular. People get angry or depressed, or angry and then depressed, and go on and on for hours about how they wish they could go back and watch it again for the first time. The halls of the internet echo with complaints that there just isn't more.

Of course they're talking about Firefly.

When I ask them if they've watch other sci-fi shows, the usual grab bag of geek pop culture shows up: Star Trek, Star Wars, Dr. Who, etc.

Almost never mentioned is my favorite show, Babylon 5. I consider this show to be one of the best space operas of all time.

I'm honestly not sure why it doesn't get more credit. The show has everything you could want: epic space battles (with some actual tactics; missile interceptors and capital ships say what?), mysterious alien races, ancient prophesies, political intrigue, romance, loss, redemption, telepaths, sword fights, and time travel.

And it does something almost no show ever gets to do: it told a complete story, with a definite beginning, middle, and end. (DS9 is the closest thing I've ever seen to it, and it ran too long and ended up with too many filler episodes.)

This past week, I began my yearly re-watch through Babylon 5. As I go through the seasons, I want to post some thoughts about why I enjoy the show so much and maybe shed a little light on a quiet classic of television.

 I'll start tomorrow with the biggest advantage Babylon 5 has over almost anything else on television today: hope.

Friday, June 16, 2017

Wonder Woman


(This review may contain spoilers)

Expectations: I had been excited for this movie from the moment Diana Prince first showed up in Batman vs Superman. As I stated previously, Gal Gadot was a bright spot in that film and her performance there gave me hope that this movie would be a much better outing for the DC film franchise. I was not disappointed.

Monday, June 12, 2017

Marvel's Iron Fist

Once again, this review is NOT spoiler free.

Expectations: Given Marvel’s track record with these shows, I was definitely looking forward to Iron Fist when it was announced. Then I saw the first trailers. I was...underwhelmed. The lead actor looked the part, there was some mystery initiated in the narration, and we got glimpses of people like Madam Gao to up the ante, but we didn’t get to see much in the way of amazing martial arts.

In preparation for the launch, I spent some birthday cash to pick up copies of the Immortal Iron Fist comics run begun by Ed Brubaker, Matt Fraction, and David Aja, which were fantastic. After reading them, I was ready to see a mystical monastery, hordes of ninja assassins, a showdown with the dragon Shao-Lao the Undying, and kung fu artistry to make Jet Li ashamed.

I got none of those things.

Easter Eggs: I caught a poster showing Stan Lee’s face in one of the later episodes and there are multiple references to the other Defenders peppered throughout the dialogue.

Opening Sequence: This was a real let down for me. All three previous Marvel Netflix offerings had fitting (in the case of Daredevil, perfectly so) openings and music. Iron Fist’s opening is a CGI rendering of the title character performing kung fu, with the moves leaving swirling lines of wavy, ink-dark tracery behind that is reminiscent of Japanese or Chinese calligraphy. All of this is set to a blend of traditional Eastern music and Tron-Legacy-like techno beat. So far, so good.

However, the color pallet is all dark grays, leaving the lines with less pop. Additionally, at the end of the sequence, the lines reveal nothing. They serve no purpose but to “look cool”. During the first episode, I kept waiting for the pan out to show us Iron Fist’s kata had drawn out the dragon symbol of his power. Contrast this with Daredevil’s opening which hints at both character motivation and actions. Overall, it just felt like a missed opportunity.

Themes: Iron Fist is a show about purpose and the search for meaning. Several characters are caught between who they want to be and what they feel they need to do. Because it relates so closely to Luke Cage’s theme of choices, I can easily see Luke and Danny having common ground in the upcoming Defenders title.

Acting: I don’t have any complaints here. Everyone in the main cast did a solid job. Finn Jones did a good job showing the innocence that a young man who grew up secluded in a monastery would have. Jessica Henwick is very good as Colleen Wing, the martial arts instructor and sidekick, with sweetness and confidence in equal measure. Jessica Stroup and Tom Pelphrey were completely believable as sister and brother duo Joy and Ward Meachum. I think Pelphrey deserves special mention for his work on a character who ends up being as complex as Ward. David Wenham is an utterly human kind of monster as Harold Meachum, Ward and Joy’s father. Rosario Dawson just is Claire Temple at this point. And Wai Ching Ho returns with a good bit more screen time as Madam Gao, manipulator extraordinaire, a role that seems like it was written with her in mind.

Writing: This show has three major flaws and two of them are here.

First is pacing. I completely understand the complaints of slow pacing that began echoing down the tubes that comprise the internet when the show first aired. I think this was deliberate on the part of the writers. The main character meanders through a good portion of his life, pulled this way and that by competing loyalties and goals, and the story meanders with him.

Another reviewer I listened to theorized that, in the age of binge watch television like Netflix and Amazon Video, the writers were trotting out not thirteen distinct episodes, but a thirteen hour origin story movie. I can’t speak to the writers’ and producers’ intentions, but at times the plot feels like it’s true.

As a result, we spend an awfully large amount of time in stories that are centered around people who aren’t the title character.

Which brings up the second flaw: side characters that are more interesting than the main character. I have two in mind specifically: Ward Meachum and Colleen Wing.

Ward starts off as the mirror opposite of Danny. He’s got a family, an important place at Rand Enterprises, and a sense of purpose and drive. He’s also an annoying brat. Over the course of the show, Ward loses his position at Rand, he loses the love of and respect for his abusive father, and loses the purpose that his father had given him by proxy: building the Meachum legacy at Rand.

What Ward does that Danny does not seem to fully do, is replace what he’s lost. He regains his position at Rand, this time on his own terms. He not only stands up to his father, he is instrumental in helping bring him down. He actively tries to protect his sister. And along the way he grows into a sympathetic character. The viewer WANTS Ward to win.

But the best thing about this show is Colleen Wing. She’s the most fully orbed character we meet. The first time we see her on screen, she gives Danny, who she thinks is a homeless beggar, a couple of dollars. The very same scene shows her tacking up flyers for her struggling dojo, underlining her compassion. She continues in that vein, honorably and capably giving of herself and her skills to her students and to Danny. When her love for Danny challenges what she believes, she follows him into certain danger repeatedly and gives up the closest thing she has to family for him.

Compare that to the main character’s story arc. Danny Rand starts off as a homeless orphan who’s been raised by interdimensional warrior monks (in a monastery we never get to see) to be a living weapon in a battle he doesn’t fully comprehend. He abandons those duties, and the only family he’s had for fifteen years, to return to New York. He then, through luck and the compassion of a childhood friend, becomes the billionaire majority shareholder of his father’s corporation. He proceeds to mandate policy changes, despite having no understanding whatsoever of how to run a business. He then abandons his duties as a board member to pursue The Hand, all the while being manipulated left and right by their very agents.

After he’s managed to screw up everything with his lack of focus, his best friend from K’un Lun rescues him and tries to bring him back to fulfill the duties of the Iron Fist. What does Danny do? He pulls rank and insists that, since he’s the Iron Fist, he’ll use his power however he wants and runs off to prevent a monster he set free from destroying the very legacy he came back to claim in the first place.

Not everything about the writing is bad, however. The attempts by both Madam Gao and Bakuto to manipulate Danny into working with them or ignoring them are pretty well executed. All of Harold Meachum’s manipulations, as well as his slowly growing insanity, are laid out with skill.

Danny does have a couple moments showing real growth. One scene that jumps to mind is him asking his office manager at Rand Enterprises for help in sifting information that is related to the activities of The Hand. His concern for her and for the company win her over and we get to see a little charm thrown in with the addition of an origami lotus that he leaves on her desk.

Action: The third and final flaw is this: badly done fight scenes. The Immortal Iron Fist is Marvel’s premier kung fu action hero. Not only do we not get very much of him showing off his skills, especially at first, what we do get is not quite on par with Daredevil in terms of choreography and aesthetic.

In perhaps the worst example of this, Colleen takes on a guard at a Hand compound and takes him out at the end of the fight with a stomp to the head. The camera clearly shows the actress stomping in front of the man’s face. While this is by no means the norm, if fans go in expecting Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon and get Mortal Kombat: Annihilation, there is a problem somewhere.

That said, there are several large fights. Danny takes on security guards, hatchet wielding gangsters, Hand trainees, and DEA agents en masse. People are punched, kicked, subjected to joint locks, stabbed, bashed, and shot. There’s a fight in a moving truck that involves kitchen utensils. Danny uses the power of the Iron Fist to break down doors, escape from restraints, and send a group of bad guys flying. Cars get dented and windows shatter.

The most visceral violence occurs in Harold Meachum’s sanctum. He hits his son Ward, then gives him platitudes about how he loves Ward and is doing all this to secure him a legacy. Ward stabs Harold with a wakizashi (a Japanese short sword). Harold kills and disfigures two Hand agents and makes Ward dispose of the bodies. Harold pulverizes his own assistant with the butt of an ice cream scoop.

One final point in the show’s favor is, again, Colleen Wing. With the one unfortunate exception I mentioned above, the choreography for Colleen is quite good. She takes on opponents much larger than her by relying on surprise, speed, superior training, and usually her ancestral katana (a Japanese long sword). She moves like a bouncy ball of doom. In short, she’s portrayed as an amazingly talented martial artist with weaknesses and strengths that are different from the people around her and in keeping with her stature.

Music: Unmemorable. There’s a running gag regarding Danny listening to old school rap and hip hop while he runs through his forms, but aside from that I can’t pick anything out.

Summary: I feel like there was a really good story buried under the slow pacing, but it just didn’t center around Danny Rand, the Iron Fist. For the first time in a while, Marvel has given us an offering that doesn’t seem to understand its audience or its title character. If you’re looking for martial arts action and a compelling hero, skip this and go re-watch Daredevil.

Sunday, June 11, 2017

The Other Side of the Door

Listening to God is an Astronaut's Suicide by Star and I wrote the following short. Almost certainly not what they had in mind, but great music to write by.

Cirran breathed in the hot, musty air as sweat dripped down his face. The scraping, skittering sounds came from the door again and his hand spasmed on the controls in reflex. He licked his lips, blinking against the glare as the local star crested the lip of the viewscreen.

“Ship. Lock trajectory and initiate maximum available thrust.”

“That course of action is not recomm-”

“Override. Command code ‘Declination’. Serial number 57821, Tango. Confirm.”

“Override confirmed.” Acceleration pushed him into the seat.

A bark of sound welled up from Cirran’s throat, a laugh half strangled by sobs. Tears dripped down to join the sheen of saline on his face and he leaned back in the command chair. He pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes and tried to calm his breathing. Every breath brought a
hint of copper.

“Hold it together, kid. It’ll be a wild ride.” He could see Daerion’s cocky grin beaming over from behind the transparent faceplate, light from ion shells streaking his visage with neon warpaint.

Something thrummed through the ship and the warning lights began blinking over the propulsion readings. The hum of the engines was gone. In the silence, the scraping of the escapees work on the command deck’s door locks was all the clearer. Cirran pounded on the console with a grunt of frustration, smacking the control stick into a slowly fading metronome. Tick, tick, tick...

Pulse pounding, breaths rasping, Cirran made his way to the security locker. His eyes felt pulled to the corner, but he locked his gaze on the matte grey finish and the serene green glow of the security pad. His trembling hands pulled a small rectangle of bloody cloth from his uniform pocket and he typed in the code. The locker opened with a mechanized whir, revealing the mag pistol and ammunition, a security tac vest, a first aid kit, and a pair of auspex.

He reached for the gun in manic haste. It took three tries to finish loading it. After a second’s hesitation, he pulled out the first aid kit as well. He left the vest and the ‘spex alone. If the escapees breached the doors…

Cirran spun back to the console and his left foot slid out from under him. The med kit went clattering across the deck as he fell backward, arms windmilling out to the sides. His head hit metal with a thud and sharp flash of pain and light. He blinked away the dancing motes and rolled onto his side. He was lucky he hadn’t shot himself when he hit.

He moved to push himself back up and noticed the blood. The actinic tang filled his nostrils. Crimson warmth coated his left side and pooled shallowly over the deck, smeared by his passage.  A tributary led back up the brief steps to the ops station in the corner. Cirran’s eyes followed it against his will.

Mirri’s glassy eyes fell on him with damning weight.

Arclight fell on the arboretum lawn in an argent web, revealing glimpses of pale skin. Green eyes gleamed from the shadows. The breeze prickled his body and brought with it the scents of flowers. Her breath touched his ear.

“We can stay together.”

Cirran staggered away, gagging on bile, on fear, on failure. He hid his face in the command chair, clung to the seat for life. He screamed, shrieked. He pounded on the seat, sobbing.

The doors shook with a clang, then another. He looked up. The prisoners had ditched the subtle method. He didn’t have much time.

Cirran plodded dully to the fallen med kit. Mirri watched him, silent, patient. He felt her anger soften into pity as he opened the case.

She covered her mouth with her hand as he fell on the ice. She skated over in graceful, easy motions. She held out her hand to him. She wasn’t wearing gloves.

“Need some help?”

He reached out and pulled her down on top of him.

Cirran pulled out the injector and the painkiller vial. He loaded the vial and jammed the injector onto the meat of his forearm. A stream of cold ran up his veins and entered his heart. Calm spread soon after. He closed his eyes and imagined his heart beating in time to the blows on the door. Clang. Ba-dum. Clang. Ba-dum.

Behind it all, he could hear...music? A vibration at least. Something vast. Was the ship shivering slightly? Was he?

It took some time for the insanity to ebb. As it did, it left him hollow. He felt light, diffuse.He dropped the injector and scooped up the gun. He stood and turned toward the viewscreen. The star filled the whole of it now. His people called it Clarion, a class A3V, young and bright, its nuclear fires set to last for hundreds of millions of years. In the mythology of ancient Kathar, it was the last note of the song that sung the heavens into being. The destiny of all souls, a guide and waypost to the life hereafter. He imagined he could feel the light from the viewscreen passing right through him. He was a phantom, a ghost, carried on the starlight.

“That’s how you make it through a real engagement, Rook.” Daerion took a sip from his drink. “Fear is hesitation and hesitation is death. So, go in dead and come out alive.”

The clanging sounds shifted, stretching into a creaking. They were almost through. Cirran opened his eyes and turned to the door. It flexed open a half inch, then shut again. Shouts came.

He shifted direction. The gun came up and put four smoking holes in the console. Warning lights flickered and died. Puffs of smoke rose like incense. He turned back to the console and stared at the image of Clarion, blazed it into his mind.

He wondered just what was on the other side of the door.

The gun rose again and fired. Drops of crimson hit the viewscreen, glittering like rubies in the starlight.