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Well, there was no magic to be found Wednesday night in Edmonton and it was more than just the film that fell flat.
First off; my tee shirts I was having made up for the event whern’t ready in time. I’ll try to get them posted here, should be good for a chuckle, but I was counting on them for my piece-de-resitance for insenceing stormtroopers.
My spirts slightly deflated, I enjoyed a few with friends waiting for the midnight hour to arrive. But (thankfully I believe) not enough to make the Leighas attractive when I arrived an hour before showtime. I was impressed that their was more than one female there. Still, would have loved to feign some moves on a Amadala. (I Love Nat! But she was no match for Lucas dialog and effects that turned this light-up-the-world woman tired and hideous.)
There was a small army of stormtroopers there that had descended onto the consesion stand turning it into a virtual cantina scene. My evil acomplece and I moved in quickly and began enjoying ourselfs daunting the ones who couldn’t keep there spare tires hidden with questions like “Where’s the fly on that thing?” “Is it dishwasher safe?” and “Have you ever wanted to violate the emperors: Don’t ask, Don’t tell, policy?” When one of the taller ones (I’ll call him their captian) became a little protective.
So I bought my popcorn and headed upstairs where I was only too happy to share with others who wanted kernels to drop on the stormtroppers. They must have been acustomed to this act as it only took a minute for them to realize it wasn’t their fellow Warsies tapping them on the shoulder. When I saw the Captian heading up to join us I tried to play it off like I was by the railing trying unsuccessfully to toss and catch the popcorn in my mouth. When he asked if I thought I was cute; I attempt to prove that I was just a klutz by tossing some popcorn at his mouth (but his mask wouldn’t allow it).
Thats when he got in may face and…. grabbed my ass. I was momentarily terrified. As he started removeing his mask he said he thought I was cute too. I was about to bolt when I recoginzed him. (He was well tanned and had grown a mustache since I saw him last) Turns out it was a old associate from a old job. After a few laughs he introduced me to Vader himself and I joined them as we walked into the theater where the Captian and I scared some kids buy walking down the isles taunting and gesturing to Vader that their was a free seat next to various young ones.
Buy the time the lights dimmed I hadn’t found a group of seats for myself so I had to sit in the front row. It film started off great when the projectionist loaded the trailer reel upside down, after that it was pretty much a let down. Defeated and tired by the film, I decided not to go looking for a artistic argument with the troopers and instead started off on a three hour drive back home so I could arrive just in time for work.
All in all a decent evening… But now what to do with these shirts? I would have to see it again to validate them, but I’m not paying for the tickets.
What a cuntundrum.
I guess I’m just… evil, at heart. I like it, and make no apologies. That’s probably why I enjoy Lexx so much. Despite its poor production values, want for hardy laughs, an lack of amusing product shots; I still find myself grinin’ wickedly the whole time. And while I have no problem advertising that I’m a Lexxian (it’s on my computer at work) I don’t proclaim that it is the be-all-end-all of cinema. I have never lessened another person for not seeing a Lexx film as I have been by Warsies. (Do you remember NOT being the first person on your block to see a Starwars flick.) And with the release of the final (gawd I hope so) film out soon I find that the Warsies are coming out of the woodwork. It makes me want to laugh, cry, and generaly make mischief.
There is NO other group of fanatics that are just so… mindless. It’s like watching a bunch of Jar-Jars standing in line for a Milli Vanilli concert. You just have to scream at them: “You Dolts! Can’t you see that it’s just a simple song and dance in a: media packaged, over produced, shiny wrapper! Take that clip-a-braid out of your head and find some real theater… or even read a damn book sometime…. Jeez!” Well; that’s just what I’m gonna do. Drop the lightsaber you four-foot wookie and go get some nookie damnit!
And that another thing… when did a bunch a Muppets become more telling and fearful than humans? There is no frame more sinister than that of man, so why all the dolls? Really; it works for small-minded kids, but it just insults the hell out of me. 790 works though because it advances the plot and presses certain philosophical questions. (Do machines feel? Is love a good social trait or just maniacally self-serving? Etc.) Yoda just encouragess bad grammer.
You see; it’s not a pissing contest; I just don’t like SW. I have seen all of them and find the whole thing to be just a college-rate cinema project (Which turns out to be somewhat true, as I’ve heard it. Apparent SW was an idea Lukeass put together while still studying film at Berkly) SW is the poster child for modern cinema’s (of which Lukeass claims to be an avant-garde singular artist and exempt form Hollywood) offend-no-one, crowd pleasing, requires no thought to watch short story productions with a ton of money thrown at it. (And throw money at it till you run out; that way, when it fails, its because you ran out of money to do it right.)
I have seen all the SW films, they where amusing and worth the $10 pop-corn. But it is not a film series to be crowned atop the peak of cinema is its fans would have it. Star Trek has it fans too, but they don’t proclaim their films to be the best of all time. They like it more than SW to be sure but is there a competition out there to be the greatest Sci-fi series? Maybe, guess its just in our nature to compare and compete. It’s like in “Pulp Fiction”: “You can like Elvis; you can like the Beatles, but you can’t like them both the same. You have to like one better than the other.”
Of course you can like neither too.
Thanks and remember; 9 out of 10 people preferred getting impaled by a lightsaber that the leading bad carrot.[/img]
Lexxians;
Blah! Where you got that I was on a crusade to topple SW and raise the flag of Lexx is… [well, if you have nothing nice to say]. While it is true that I do not endorse SW (for obvious reasons), I don’t think Lexx is Oscar worthy either. I do not have time to expand on this tonight, but let me be clear…
I pick on “Warsies” (as you call them) because I CAN! When I see a class of lower, social dead beats, begging for guidance: it is my civic duty (and private joy) to pick on them and try to drag them up to remedial. So hopefully reality can pick them up and drag them on up to “normal”. I should hope to have received some assistance on this, but it is not a necessity.
Go on: cry havoc, and let lose your dogs of semantics. I enjoy other peoples ideas (which is why I loathe [I’m using the word LOATHE here] SW). Call me what you like. Just know that “bigot-headed” is a complement for those who don’t understand it’s meaning.
I could write a thesis on the “Evil Empire” but it will have to wait for tomorrow night to “Cliff Note” it down to one page. Till then….
May His Merciful Shadow fall upon you: Skywalker!
Perhaps a group of interested parties should get together (I’m game) to hord there financial strenght to purchace (or save from distruction) various Lexx artifacts (THE GONDOLA!) Does anyone know if we then might be a tax exempt historical group 😈 ?
I’m sure you’ve seen Darkness’s post on the insect essence and my mind has immediately perverted the idea. What if LL kills Prince (He’s died all sorts of ways but has he ever been eaten?) But LL being an insect absorbs his essence and (fuzed) become the great insect essence. I think it’s (darkly) funny as hell that…
the Brunnin G kill the insects and in turn: are killed by man possed by insects: who is in turn is killed by a Brunnin G (Kai): who is inturn possessed by the insect essence: which when fussed with man: destroys a universe. (Come up for air, here!) Who is distroyed by a bug which will give birth to another bug that that will become the insect essence all over again.
It’s the hole “God makes man: Man destroys god: Man makes Atomic age, Atomic age destroys Man; God is born again” …thang!?!
Just one EP? Battle then. If only for the great banter between Prince and Priest in the ballon. Best character relationship of the series.
Priest will never amount to anything, just like Stan won’t. I think the character dymanic of the two is that they are each others antithese (is that a word). They mirror each other so perfectly in character, wit, objectives, etc. but they just lie on opposite sides of the Prince line. It would be amusing to see their continuing bumbling adventures as adversaries or poorly consieved allies. I can see them joining sides to do battle with Prince only to have it backfire on them as they are each self-serving.
Bunny as the time prophet… Now thats a hell of an idea! Just as the series started with the time prophet back-story narration in “Giggashadow” it would a truly epic ending to have Bunny voice-over as the hole Lexx universe comes to an end an “time begins again.”
[al la “The Twilight Zone”] Imagine if you will…. Bunny, who always was a good observer at stating the obvious (“aren’t their people in Holland?”) and always stuck as to what side of the good/evil line she stood on: comes into her own and sides with the Lexx. Now with a backbone and sense of right she becomes a key participant in the final battle between the Lexx and Prince. A battle that will distory the last on the two universes. Caught in the “other zone” as the last survivor she observes time end and begin again. Knowing Kai’s past, who Prince is and observing all the soles get redistributed accros the two new universes she attains the great cosmic understanding of the universes. She sets up shop in the other zone and becomes the time profit. To conclude the tail of the lexx from end and set the pieces into motion to begin again.
I like some of the work so far, and dislike other parts. Things I like…
790, After getting eatten by the Lexx it works perfect into your story line that LL should find him yucky and bitter. He’s no salad (but he does have a chewy center) Stan and Zev should have no problem investigating the ship (and revealing it’s layout to the viewer) looking for the source of LL indigestion.
Stan and Zev, well as part of their running love/hate relationship it should be so fitting that LL’s alcholoic byproduct (from eating so many grain and cereals and fermenting in his dyestion system) should allow for classic hilarity.
Completely forgetting their experiences with berries and “Booze” in Season 4. Xev and Stan jump right in. And in such an emotional time (New ship, New Kai maybe) one thing leads to another and Stan looses the Key. But lets not loose our heads and forget some of the “commandments” of Lexx. The Love slave never finds and good outlet for her libido. (AND NEVER WITH STAN).
Which brings me to what I don’t like about the outline. The “commandment of the Key” is broken by allowing it to superseded. One of the continuing sub-plots in Lexx is the control (or lack of) the key. I do think that the changing of hands of the key should confuse LL and shall surely bring about some adolescent development issues in LL. I think theirs quite a little gold mine of dark humor in LL (who will shurly become smarter than her mother, rather a lot like Lexx before the wormhole) struggling with growing pains and her crew right along with her.
One great adolescent development is gender identity. What sex is LL anyway? We discovered at the end of S4 that the androgonous Lexx was female. Will LL be a boy? Or is it more fun to leave the audience guessing with conflicting gender identitys?
