"There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable..."
This is a review of "The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy," perhaps the most derided, certainly the most controversial entry to ever come out of the great canon of Douglas Adams. Looking for something to while away a quiet Saturday afternoon with the youngest I chose to dig out the 2005 feature film adaptation as it had been a) a very long time since I'd originally seen it (Thankyou for the freebie Empire magazine... I've never forgotten your kindness) and b) it seemed an ideal way to introduce it to a 4 year old who doesn't realise he has a boxset of the novels waiting for him when he gets older.
Back in '05 my thoughts, simply put, were as follows:- "HHGTTG film officially "Not ****"!"
And to be honest, six years on, I think that was me damning it with faint praise.
"...There is another theory which states that this has already happened."
I am definitely a fan of the originals (whichever you want to class as the originals). I love the novels, and the radio shows and the TV Adaptation. Arthur Dent will forever be personified by Simon Jones. Douglas Adams was a genius writer (when he could get around the almost permanent state of writers block that he seemed to live in in the latter part of his life). His death in 2001 deprived the world of, not only a great comic talent, but also an ardent futurist and commentator on our world and our treatment of it.
However, being as big a fan of the original Hitchhikers doesn't mean that you need to be utterly slavish to the original material in bringing it to a new generation and, for that matter, a new medium.
Did it hold up as a movie in its own right? Oh Yes. Absolutely categorically.
Does it hold up as a HHGTTG movie? In 2005 I answered that it was less clear, so now I think it's ripe for a reappraisal.
The issue with any literary adaptation (and not just in the case of translating Douglas words onto the big screen) is that movies are a visual medium. Rule number one is "Show, Don't Tell." In the case of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by showing and not telling you miss the whole point of the book / radio series whereby we are being told the story by The Book. You would never write an original movie from scratch about the same subject with the conceit of The Book itself narrating the plot and its background for us. And, of course, it wouldn't be Hitchhikers without the book. So what can you do? What did they do? What any self-respecting literary adaptor would have to do. They trimmed the unnecessary. They made the verbal and descriptive visual and expanded upon it while remaining true to the spirit of what came before.
Case in point. The introduction to the film takes the very short line about the Dolphins final message to mankind being "So Long and Thanks For All The Fish" and turns it into a three minute song and dance number performed by Dolphins. One line. Three minutes. Normally dead credits time, put to good entertaining use. Pure cinematic class from the first minute onwards.
Casting a film is, to a certain extent, always going to be an exercise in personal opinion (In this case that of the director, producers and casting people), but I can't argue with any of the choices made. In the odd case it might have seemed like a bizarre decision, but it all works.
Firstly, and most importantly, Martin Freeman proves himself capable of carrying the heavy lifting on a major motion picture with our new Arthur Dent for the 21st Century (I'm convinced this film will have been his calling card for The Hobbit). Arthur always needed a slightly world-weary everyman quality which Freeman has in spades and was the main reason he was the best thing about The Office and he continues to demonstrate this in Sherlock. Rapper turned actor Mos Def was, potentially, the bizarrest casting decision ever. Who could have known how well he'd work as a slightly understated, but still distinctly off-the-wall Ford Prefect? So what if he's an american? It makes the line about not being from Guildford even better! Sam Rockwell is the Zaphod Beeblebrox the universe has been waiting for. Zaphod is meant to be a larger than large, outer than out-there rock star and has demonstrated his ability in such roles before. A perfect fit. And then filling out the main cast is Zooey Deschanel. What can you say about Zooey Deschanel without dissolving into a gooey mess of gush. Kooky without being irritating. Smart, sexy and a perfect fit for the Arthur/Trillian relationship. (The first time we see her on the Heart of Gold don't those hot pants just give you a... shiver!) Not a dud amongst them! Even the secondary cast of voice actors and puppet masters, lead by Stephen Fry as the voice of The Book and Alan Rickman as the voice of Marvin, are a cherry on top of the cream. Only Stephen Fry could lend The Book the necessary gravitas without becoming ponderous. Only Alan Rickman could inject a necessary hint of sarcasm into the weary tones of Marvin! I can't imagine this film working with any other cast.
It has to be mentioned at this point that the best cast in the universe wouldn't have a pair of fetid dingo's kidneys chance in a supernova if they had to perform this film on a budget of tuppence ha'penny. Luckily, the budget is considerably more than that and it appears to be all on the screen. The design-work is sumptuous. From the simply elegant proto-iPad book (Now isn't that an app we're all waiting for?) to the simply astounding scale of the Vogon Constructor fleet or the Magrathean construction floor. And it's clever as well. The Heart of Gold, powered by an Infinite Impossibility Drive, that was basically created by a really hot cup of tea, look like a tea-cup and saucer. How perfect is that? Even with the pre-ponderance of CG work that was required to make a film of this scale work there was still plenty of physical items to make it feel solid, most importantly the design and realisation of the Vogons. CG Vogons wouldn't have worked. The vast slobbering animatronic Muppets (They were created by Jim Henson's Creature Shop) bring proper life to beings that could have been rather dull and two-dimensional. The design department really were a bunch of hoopy froods.
"...almost, but not quite, entirely unlike tea..."
You can't write about this movie without making some kind of comment on the changes. The different stuff. The stuff that had the DNA die-hards leaping about and gnashing their teeth like Doctor Who fans when they're told the Doctor is half-human! Douglas always tinkered with Hitch-hikers. Every version differs from the previous ones in some way, shape or gelatinous multi-form. It never felt like change for changes sake, but it did keep the material fresh and by the time the movie came out it was, in parts, 25 year old material so contempt, bred by familiarity, was a definite danger. So, whether your feelings towards the new stuff are good, bad or indifferent it definitely had every right to be there.
Humma Kavula appears to be a setup for a plot arc that doesn't get resolved, and I suppose was deliberately left hanging for The Restaurant at the End of the Universe. He's not really a fully formed character. He's a plot device to get the crew to Magarathea and get the Point of View gun into their possession for the climax. It's not like Douglas never wrote characters like that before either and Humma's position as leader of a religion built out of the whole "Great Green Arkleseizure" thing is within the previously established universe, so ultimately doesn't seem out of place.
And the side-trip to Vogsphere also expands on something only previously skated across in previous incarnations of Hitchhiker. A full-on exploration of the Vogon's and their homeworld was well overdue and if anybody else had imagined that it would come across as a fantastic cross between Brazil and The Dark Crystal I'd have been very surprised.
Finally... Arthur and Trillian... The lurrrrve story. Arthur has always fancied Trillian. And lets face it, without the girl, and the party he completely failed to get off with her at, none of this infinitely improbable story would have happened (which is explicitly pointed out in dialogue in the movie), but she's never been that bothered about him before. To borrow a well known phrase, she wasn't that in to him. And Arthur needs her and more importantly the emotional connection she represents to not only whats gone before, but what he's striving to reach. Come on. They make a cute couple. Get over it already!
"Share and Enjoy!"
"The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy" (2005) has its supporters and its detractors. As with any piece of literature or film it has its faults and foibles, but it is still a remarkably entertaining couple of hours that I would happily dig out on occasion.
In conclusion, it's sadly obvious that the time for Hitchhikers as a 'movie franchise' has been and gone. Those that made the decisions obviously felt that continuing with Restaurant wasn't the direction they wanted to go. And that's a shame, but we still have this film. For one shining moment The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy had a shedload of money thrown at it with an A-list cast and it rose above its humble BBC origins. It's never going to go away and it can sit proudly on the shelf on a shiny disc (the whole concept of which I'm sure
always appealed to Douglas himself) next to the CDs and other DVDs and books and sequels and computer games and towels. Hitchhikers will never end. It will never go away.
So long and...
Wednesday, 28 September 2011
Monday, 26 September 2011
All my love to long ago...
I was in Doctor Who Magazine last month...
The one with old Adolf on the cover. That issue just to the left.
It was on the letters page in the "Ten Year On" section. (For the uninitated this is where DWM explore what was happening in an issue 10/15/20/Fnarg years ago.) This month they referred to a feature written by a young chap called Benjamin Cook (whatever happened to him, I wonder?)
Ten years ago, in another life it seems, I directed an audio drama for a company called BBV Productions called "The Barnacled Baby." It was one of those dramas that inhabited the nebulous spin-off world of Doctor Who-related dramas without the Doctor that sprang up in the interregnum between Paul McGann and Christopher Eccleston. It's the story of a lone alien shape-shifter (A Zygon first seen opposite Tom Baker in Terror of the Zygons) trapped in Victorian London. A veritable melding of Doctor Who and The Elephant Man.
Here's is a bigger version of the picture from the DWM feature and there I am, top middle, young and overly beardy, with my cast. Top left is author and actor Anthony Keetch. I blame myself for dragging him into writing the thing in the first place as I'd suggested he pitch something when we met a previous BBV recording. On the right, my chum and actor, Nigel Peever. Nigel introduced me to the world of audio drama through the old fan-made precursors to BBV and Big Finish and determined that I would cast him if i were ever given the chance. Job done! Nigel can be glimpsed very, very briefly as a supporting artist in the Doctor Who episode Boomtown. Bottom left is the lovely Deborah Watling. Best known as Victoria, companion to Patrick Troughton back in the black and white days of Doctor Who. She lived relatively local to me at the time so she did the driving for us and gave me much knowledge that I was able to reuse when I interviewed her on-stage at a Liverpool convention in 2004. In the middle is, what I considered, my casting coup. Mr. Clive Merrison. BBC Radio 4's Sherlock Holmes. Given the victorian setting he was the first person I thought of that I wanted. Luckily I located an email address for him and with the aid of the script and a pitch that went something like "...the money's rubbish but it'll be fun..." he came on board. On the end is Kerry Skinner. Kerry was one of the BBV rep company. I'd met her the previous year on the set of Cyberon, a film we did together.
I was very proud of my cast and the play as a whole. Apart from a couple of moments where I had to ask Clive to stop banging a cupboard door while acting I don't think anyone put a foot wrong and it proved very popular. It's a deep regret of mine that although it was intended that I do a few more it never came to be. Some fond memories and the opportunities to do a few things I would never have done otherwise (including guesting at a signing which someone wrote about here!
The Barnacled Baby by Anthony Keetch
Directed by Paul Griggs
Produced by Bill Baggs
Cast: Sir Frederick Matravers (Clive Merrison), Doris (Kerry Skinner), Jethro (Nigel Peever), Toby (Anthony Keetch) and special guest Deborah Watling.
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| Cover Art by Steve Johnson |
Thursday, 22 September 2011
"We Three Kings of Peladon are..."
It can't have escaped notice, despite all my personal efforts to the contrary, that we're now on the slippery slope to Christmas. We've not even got Halloween out of the way, but there are mince pies and christmas puddings in my local supermarket and the kids are scouring the catalogues to write up their letters to Santa.
Now the latest Doctor Who novel from BBC Books has landed with a thump on my doormat to complicate matters further.
"The Silent Stars Go By" by Dan Abnett is the second in the range of 'big hardback' novels, started last year with Michael Moorcock's disappointing "The Coming of the Terraphiles". The title is a lyric from the Christmas carol 'O Little Town of Bethlehem' (a conceit extended to the chapter titles also) and seems to be aimed (or at least marketed given the cover image) squarely at the seasonal market. Somewhat unnecessarily, I feel.
In an attempt to get Amy and Rory home to Leadworth for Christmas, the Doctor manages to land them in a typical misadventure several centuries and light years away from the target, but smack bang in the middle of a Christmas-esque 'wonderland' of snow, ice and deadly danger. In fact, that's pretty much the extent of the Christmassy-wistmassy. There's no Christmas carols (apart from the titles), or brightly coloured decorations. No robot Santa’s or parties on the Titanic. This isn't what we've come to know and expect from Doctor Who at Christmas since David Tennant first leapt about sword-fighting in his PJ's. This is an old-fashioned tale of a winter solstice where (as the tagline says) 'Life is Hard' and 'Death is Easy' and as long as you go in expecting that, then life is a lot simpler and it also makes the ensuing story a great deal easier to read at any time of the year.
In short order, the TARDIS crew are separated with the Doctor and Amy encountering the locals and Rory running for his life from something big, green and scary. (Separating the team is a cliché, but it’s gone so far towards being a cliché that it’s come out the other side to become a necessary story-telling tool.) The Doctor and Amy learn the background of the peasant village of Beside and, thanks to a nice subversion of the usual 'get out of jail free' psychic paper frolics, are quickly blamed for the woes that beset the villagers. (In fact, we see a couple of occasions where the tropes of the new series are undercut to propel the story along.) The setting invites a favourable comparison with the neo-Dickensian planet of the 2010 Christmas special. Beside, with its well drawn mix of ancient peasant village tending to future technology does give it all a somewhat timeless quality.
Rory, while getting the raw end of the deal at this point, always gets the chance to shine when isolated from his wife and her best (imaginary) mate. Let's face it, Rory is reliable, intelligent and loyal, but he'll always be in the Doctor's shadow and he does tend to follow Amy around like a big-eyed puppy. Put him in the spotlight and his qualities spring to the fore, so a definite plus for Rory fans.
Author Dan Abnett may not have the 'mainstream name' status that Michael Moorcock, Stephen Baxter or Alistair Reynolds might have, but he is a prolific writer. Probably best known these days for writing in the Warhammer and Warhammer40K universes, he has also written comics for all the major companies in the UK and USA and is best remembered by myself for his work in 2000AD on Sinister/Dexter and the Strontium Dog spin-off, Durham Red. Dan demonstrates in every page his ability as a writer. The dialogue is crisp. The characters are the actors and the actors are the characters. Every word you can hear being performed by Matt and Karen and Arthur. The world that is painted in the words is fully realised, but with enough efficiency of language to stop it becoming dull or laboured.
Even without knowledge of the writers’ previous career you can tell that he knows his Doctor Who inside and out. Dan contributed comic strip scripts to Doctor Who Magazine between 1988 and 1994 as well as entries into modern Who and Torchwood through BBC Books. Having written continuity based crowd pleasers like The Mark of Mandragora, Pureblood (featuring the Sontarans) and The Harvest (for Big Finish featuring the Cybermen), he's an ideal writer to bring the books main antagonists, the Ice Warriors, to the page. (No, that's not a spoiler. They're on the cover.) It seems a positive no-brainer to put Martians into a wintry landscape, so I'm amazed that we still haven't seen them reinvented for the 21st century on the television. No longer are they just the lumbering, hissing behemoths of sixties Who. These are the honourable, but pragmatic warriors that were developing in the Jon Pertwee Peladon stories and have been expanded upon in spin-off literature over the last twenty years.
"The Silent Stars Go By" is undoubtedly going to end up under many fans Christmas trees this year and I can't think of a better way than passing a few wintry hours in the company of this book, but it stands alone as an excellent Doctor Who novel that can be enjoyed anytime and anyplace.
Published by BBC Books, 29th September 2011. RRP £12.99
Dan Abnett can be followed on twitter @VincentAbnett and has his own website at http://www.danabnett.com/
Wednesday, 21 September 2011
Make your own White Album...
Based on Merseyside, I suspect it goes without saying that I have a certain interest in things Beatle-related. An email conversation a friend of mine had dragged me into the debate over what a single album length White album should be like (because lets face, it is too long and overblown). Here's the rules if you'd like to play and my own answer.
The Rules:
It will be a 14 track album as per the pre-Pepper LPs. It will contain one song sung by Ringo and two Harrisongs. The rest of the album will be as evenly split as possible between Lennon and McCartney (no more than two more songs by one or the other). Singles from the era cannot be used (Hey Jude, Lady Madonna) but outtakes can (Not Guilty, What's the New Mary Jane). Songs demoed but not recorded by the band at the time aren't allowed (Junk, Sour Milk Sea, etc.). Can You Take Me Back can be inserted in between songs like it is on the original album.
So that leaves us with two George songs and 12 by Lennon and McCartney - or 11 if you use Don't Pass Me By. If there were 12 Lennon/McCartneys then it means that you can't have more than seven by either John or Paul. I guess you have to go with a six/five split if you use Don't Pass Me By. In order to save us a headache we're not going to worry about whether or not 14 songs would fit on an LP. It may, it may not, but it would fit on a CD now if we wanted to make one.
My answer
Of course this is always going to be based on personal taste but my list fits the criteria (more or less) and makes for an album with a great rock spine. I've not altered the order these tracks appear on the original album.
The Rules:
It will be a 14 track album as per the pre-Pepper LPs. It will contain one song sung by Ringo and two Harrisongs. The rest of the album will be as evenly split as possible between Lennon and McCartney (no more than two more songs by one or the other). Singles from the era cannot be used (Hey Jude, Lady Madonna) but outtakes can (Not Guilty, What's the New Mary Jane). Songs demoed but not recorded by the band at the time aren't allowed (Junk, Sour Milk Sea, etc.). Can You Take Me Back can be inserted in between songs like it is on the original album.
So that leaves us with two George songs and 12 by Lennon and McCartney - or 11 if you use Don't Pass Me By. If there were 12 Lennon/McCartneys then it means that you can't have more than seven by either John or Paul. I guess you have to go with a six/five split if you use Don't Pass Me By. In order to save us a headache we're not going to worry about whether or not 14 songs would fit on an LP. It may, it may not, but it would fit on a CD now if we wanted to make one.
Of course this is always going to be based on personal taste but my list fits the criteria (more or less) and makes for an album with a great rock spine. I've not altered the order these tracks appear on the original album.
1 Back in the USSR
2 While My Guitar Gently Weeps
3 Happiness is a Warm Gun
4 Blackbird
5 Piggies
6 Why Don't we do it In the road
7 Julia
8 Everybody's got something to hide except for me and my monkey
9 Helter Skelter
10 Revolution 1
11 Cry Baby Cry
12 Good Night
And so... it begins...
Welcome to Auton Scouser.
My name is Paul Griggs and this is my first ever attempt at a personal blog. By way of an introduction I just wanted to, briefly, (Well... maybe not briefly... Maybe at length, in fact.) describe myself and what I'm setting out to do with this.
I am (at the time of writing) a 37 year old, 6ft tall, ape-descended life form, originally from Essex, but now living on Merseyside (Some would say the wrong side of the Mersey.) I'm currently a Phonemonkey for a large company in the financial sector, but over the years I've worked on and off in housing, media and various other things including unemployment.
I've been married to the lovely Kathleen since 2006, who should frankly know better and not put up with me (and usually doesn't) and I'm Dad to Simone (13 going on 30). Joshua (Just started big school and potentially knows more about Doctor Who and Star Wars than I do), Alex (12 and into Warhammer40K in the same way I loved Fighting Fantasy at his age) and Isaac (11 who professes a liking for the Beast Quest novels).
First and foremost this is going to be my media blog. What am I watching? What am I reading? What have I seen that I want to bring to peoples attention? There will be other stuff, but I don't tend to be the sort of person who gets up on a soapbox and bang on about religion or politics or that sort of thing.
Those that know me already are well aware that I'm a Doctor Who fan of long-standing and actually run the Merseyside Local Group (http://www.mlgonline.co.uk) in Liverpool. (Hence the blog title riffing on the phrase 'Plastic Scouser') I'll mention Doctor Who and the MLG alot in this blog as it's the ideal place for me to talk about meetings that have passed and group news. I also get sent bits and pieces by nice people like BBC Books and AudioGo to review from time to time, but so far that's been limited to a small audience on Facebook or Twitter or various forums that I frequent. It's time to earn my keep with these guys who keep the MLG sorted for quiz prizes, so expect some review blogging here on a regular basis.
Doctor Who won't be the only thing I discuss. Anything that I watch or read is, if worthy of the time, going to get a write up here.
In the meantime, thanks for dropping by and listening to me chunterring on. (Lovely word... Also burbling is a good one...) I can be found in all the usual places online including Facebook, Twitter (@AutonScouser), Gallifreybase and the Roobarb Forum and on the first saturday of every month I hang out at the Jacaranda in Liverpool. (But more of that another time.)
My name is Paul Griggs and this is my first ever attempt at a personal blog. By way of an introduction I just wanted to, briefly, (Well... maybe not briefly... Maybe at length, in fact.) describe myself and what I'm setting out to do with this.
I am (at the time of writing) a 37 year old, 6ft tall, ape-descended life form, originally from Essex, but now living on Merseyside (Some would say the wrong side of the Mersey.) I'm currently a Phonemonkey for a large company in the financial sector, but over the years I've worked on and off in housing, media and various other things including unemployment.
I've been married to the lovely Kathleen since 2006, who should frankly know better and not put up with me (and usually doesn't) and I'm Dad to Simone (13 going on 30). Joshua (Just started big school and potentially knows more about Doctor Who and Star Wars than I do), Alex (12 and into Warhammer40K in the same way I loved Fighting Fantasy at his age) and Isaac (11 who professes a liking for the Beast Quest novels).
First and foremost this is going to be my media blog. What am I watching? What am I reading? What have I seen that I want to bring to peoples attention? There will be other stuff, but I don't tend to be the sort of person who gets up on a soapbox and bang on about religion or politics or that sort of thing.
Those that know me already are well aware that I'm a Doctor Who fan of long-standing and actually run the Merseyside Local Group (http://www.mlgonline.co.uk) in Liverpool. (Hence the blog title riffing on the phrase 'Plastic Scouser') I'll mention Doctor Who and the MLG alot in this blog as it's the ideal place for me to talk about meetings that have passed and group news. I also get sent bits and pieces by nice people like BBC Books and AudioGo to review from time to time, but so far that's been limited to a small audience on Facebook or Twitter or various forums that I frequent. It's time to earn my keep with these guys who keep the MLG sorted for quiz prizes, so expect some review blogging here on a regular basis.
Doctor Who won't be the only thing I discuss. Anything that I watch or read is, if worthy of the time, going to get a write up here.
In the meantime, thanks for dropping by and listening to me chunterring on. (Lovely word... Also burbling is a good one...) I can be found in all the usual places online including Facebook, Twitter (@AutonScouser), Gallifreybase and the Roobarb Forum and on the first saturday of every month I hang out at the Jacaranda in Liverpool. (But more of that another time.)
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