My weird dream last night (you can stop reading now if you hate hearing other people’s dreams) involved singer/songwriter/icy temptress Sam Phillips hijaking a school bus on which I and other people my age were on. We seemed to know her, so it was more of a person on an ego trip (literally) than anything sininster. Nonetheless it was a bit scary since we didn’t know where she was taking us. The bus left Somerville, Massachusetts (which I recognized by the 7-11s and cheap architecture, headed out to the piers (I don’t think somerville has piers in real life), and went up a bridge that went over the water to a whole ‘nother island, which I felt was Bainbridge Island Washington. It was night at this point and everyone was either going to have to crash at one of our apartments (where there’d be too many people to sleep comfortably), or we were going straight to some party, where I was both afraid and interested in the prospect of getting to dance with Sam. A bit later it turned into a situation where two women I liked would be at the party, Sam and an actress. I spoke with the actress outside Toronto city hall, I believe. She was more accessible than Sam but we shared a less deep connection – fellow soldiers in a sense but not a unit (hey good use of military metaphor there). I think people ended up crashing at an apartment (seemed to be back in Somerville despite the progression of the dream to Bainbridge Island), and an old associate banged on the window to get my attentioin to give me a “thumbs up” on an article I’d written which – in this dream – appeared in a local newspaper.
This dream is so obvious to me now that I typed it. Leaving the “pier in Somerville” is a reference to my job which was for a long time called PEER, and which was until recently in Somerville. Pier in Somerville = PEER in Somerville. The whole bridge/travelling thing is self explanatory, and the island of Bainbridge Island in Washington makes sense since I’ve been talking about checking out the Pacific Northwest if it comes time to find a new place to move to. Sam Phillips as bus hijaker, I suppose that’s basically the concept of whether to consumate this plan, and also recognizing that due to very real circumstances in my life I am in a real way being forced into this plan. I am both desirous of this plan (Sam Phillips) and afraid of it (my not having control in this scenario). The other woman, the actress, was almost certainly representing movies (DVDs), since the woman was an actress and we were at Toronto city Hall (where much of the action of a movie I watched recently was set — see RE2 review below), and therefore it means that movies aren’t as deep a connection as real life. Whis is obvious but hey, it’s a dream, conveying info as best it can.
Just rented Resident Evil: Apocalypse. I loved the first one.
Indeed on rewatching the original Resident Evil the other day (to prep for the sequel!) I realized just how much it moved me: on rewatching the original, every scene moved more quickly than I’d remembered it. I suspect that effect has to do with how much detail your brain was recording the first time ’round — my theory is that if you are really interested in a film then you record so much that in a subjective sense even a fast paced film like RE seems epic.
Anyway, the sequel wasn’t so epic.
I tried to quiet my internal monologue the moment I noticed that the film seemed to lack the style of the first one, but before I could silence it I observed that they seemed to be introducing another female lead character without good cause.
I realized the cause appeared to be simply because back when it came time to write the script, they were probably worried they wouldn’t be able to get Milla back for the sequel, so they wrote up a storyline that didn’t need her character. But they did get Milla back (and for good cause: she’s the balls). So they ended up with two female leads, and the film remained fractured from that initial mistake onward. The filmmakers, having been unable to determine who to focus on, ended up with a film in which there was no one to relate to.
When “generic seven foot tall comic-book supervillain” showed up it was clear that this film was firmly aiming for “Let’s Suck!”.
The film played out like a cross between Escape from New York and an episode from the subpar seventh season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
I can’t forgive the filmmakers for making Milla’s character so unhuman. I don’t mean in a DNA way, I mean in making her so difficult to connect with. She was the spirit of the first film but for this second one she was just some generic muscle. “Hey, why don’t I hope over this fence and fight this cartoon character for no apparent reason?” It’s a shame really.
I expected, naively I guess, that a sequel to a highly praised film like RE (it was praised, wasn’t it? It deserved to be!) would mean that they’d make a sequel as good or better. I was not prepared for the old school method of “let’s ride on the coattails of the first film by making a low budget film that sucks, and hope no one notices the drop in quality!” I feel betrayed. I bet the actors (MJ) feel betrayed. This film series could be redeemed by a third film, but only if they bring in someone like Alex Proyas to do the honors.