2009: My year in media

These are the books I read in 2009 — just shy of my hoped-for 50-book minimum. Reading the twelve books of Gene Wolfe’s so-called Solar Cycle slowed me down a little. Beyond the Wolfe (which I think I’m going to have to read again at some point), some of my favorite reads this year were Alison Bechdel’s Fun Home, Neil Gaiman and Andy Kubert’s Batman: Whatever Happened to the Caped Crusader?, Guy Delisle’s Pyongyang: A Journey in North Korea, Lorrie Moore’s Birds of America, Naomi Novik’s His Majesty’s Dragon, Audrey Niffenegger The Time Traveler’s Wife, and Scott Westerfeld’s Midnighter trilogy. I don’t know what, if anything, that says about my reading habits and preferences. There were a couple of small disappointments in the list, but I don’t think I read a single bad book this year.

These are the movies I saw this year. Some of the highlights, in the order I saw them, were:

Honorable mentions include Doubt, Speed Racer (yes, really), Away We Go, The Man From Earth, and George Romero’s zombie ouevre, which I finally got around to watching all of this year. (I think it’s a toss-up between Dawn and Day of the Dead as my favorite.)

Surrogates and Lady in the Water were easily the worst movies I saw this year. (Excluding The Room, but I had Rifftrax to get me through that painful experience.) And at least Surrogates is tied up in fond memories of the Vegas Capfest.

I listened to a whole lot of music in 2009. You can see the evidence of that in my monthly mix CDs. That’s 223 songs altogether. Is it any wonder I had trouble putting together a “best of the year” mix?

I’m not even going to talk about the television I watched in 2009. Well, not yet anyway.

Respoiled

In my continuing efforts to recycle material you’ve already seen either on my Twitter feed or on my Facebook wall, here are my entries in the #spoilersdamnit thread started by Bill Corbett:

At Grandpa Joe’s insistence, Charlie enters detox for his fizzy lifting drinking problem.

Rose Budd (nee Walinski) is finally arrested for the vicious murder of Charles Foster Kane.

Dumbledore is an anagram for “Lord Emu Bed.” Think about it.

Soylent Green is fattening.

In the end, Clarence gets his wings — and swoops down to pick off the helpless citizens of Bedford Falls one by one.

The Blue Fairy finally turns Torgo into a real boy.

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Meanwhile, on Planet Smurf…

Avatar is visually impressive, sometimes even remarkably so, but it’s hardly the stunning game-changer that James Cameron seems to think it is. There’s obviously a great deal of money on screen, and it’s hard to argue that the money for animation wasn’t well spent. Everything feels real and present and often beautiful, even when it’s giant blue aliens attacking helicopters with arrows and dragons. But it’s unlikely that future movies are going to be endowed with such an expansive budget, much less one that’s coupled with as driven a task-master as Cameron at the helm.

And the film falls very flat when it comes to its story; it’s predictable and heavy-handed and riddled with cliche. Even if you agree with Cameron’s politics — and there’s no denying there is a political and ecological point-of-view here — there’s not an ounce of subtlety in how he delivers the message. The whole idea of the noble savage (which is what his alien Na’vi finally are) is…well, I hesitate to call it racist, as some have rushed to do, because I think that’s a pretty heavy charge that the film doesn’t deserve. But it is problematic, and an unfortunate (if often well intentioned) stereotype, one that doesn’t just border on, but actually ventures a good distance into the forests of being offensive. The Na’vi are clearly stand-ins for Native American (and occasionally African) tribes, enjoying a pristine and symbiotic relationship with the land that civilized man lacks and therefore can’t help but want to destroy. The problem is, this simplified depiction doesn’t just paint civilization in a bad light; it also makes the alien more fully other and animalistic — lacking civilization. You can celebrate the nobility in the noble savage all you want, but you’re still calling them a savage.

But I don’t want to read too much into the film, because despite its obvious technical achievements, I think it’s actually rather shallow. It’s entertaining, especially in its climactic and rousing action sequences, and it certainly doesn’t feel like a nearly three-hour movie. But it’s nothing I feel even a little compelled to ever see again. (Except maybe to compare how it looks out of 3-D.) Cameron’s movie is very pretty, and the product of some impressive computer animation, but I really don’t think it’s one for the ages.

That Pirahna remake they showed the trailer for, however…You know, with all these new innovations in 3-D, it’s almost refreshing to see a trailer for a movie that’s content to use the technology for the crappiest and worst-looking scare tactics circa 1983.

(Knight & Day looks surprisingly fun, though.)

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