Sunday, February 18, 2007

"Heaven's Mandate" Coverage

I'm a little late in reporting this...

On February 12, 2007, I got a ScriptShark Notes Plus coverage report on my Chinese Joan of Arc tale.

The script is good, but there's room for some character development, which I'll be happy to do. I just have to find the time...

The reader gave me a "Reluctant Pass." Even though it's not a "Consider" or "Recommend," it doesn't seem too bad. She? (something about the report's phrasing) pointed out that Hollywood isn't interested in Chinese period pieces in general, which I know. I was pretty much aiming for Hong Kong from the start. I will see what I can do to approach James Schmaus's "Rogue Film" company.

I wanna get Schmaus's "Crouching Tiger" collaborator, Ang Lee, to direct. :-)

Ronny Yu ("Fearless") strikes me as a good second choice.

I'm afraid that Zhang Yimou's films don't work for me: "Hero," "House of Flying Daggers," and "Curse of the Golden Flower."

I may still sub "Heaven's Mandate" as is (it won in the 2006 UCLA contest after all) to a few contests in 2007, but maybe not every one of 'em because it's not high on Hollywood's list of fave genres and most especially to save myself some money .

We'll see.

At least I've got ideas for making this opus even better.
"Stars and Stripes Forever" Excerpt

On February 17, 2007, I subbed electronically an American "Master and Commander" script of mine to the Blue Cat Screenplay Competition. Others will follow. I'm waiting a little bit partly because I'm waiting for a coverage report I purchased from ScriptShark. Fortunately, several fellow screenwriting mates of mine who looked at the story liked what the saw. :-)

I subbed to Blue Cat now because the deadline was approaching and I didn't want it to be overlooked by readers in a last minute overflow of submissions.

"Stars and Stripes" is based on real events centering around an American naval hero, Stephen Decatur.

Logline: A real-life naval lietuenant struggles to destroy an American frigate captured by pirates before she's unleashed against a young United States.

Here's an excerpt:
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INT. MALTA - GOVERNOR'S MANSION -- NIGHT

SUPERIMPOSITION:

MALTA

GOVERNOR'S MANSION

A genteel party of the highest Old World order unfolds in full swing.

A Spanish orchestra plays on a low dais. Glamorously dressed people dance to the orchestra's music.

LIEUTENANT STEPHEN DECATUR, 24, a Navy poster boy in full dress uniform, mingles with the elegant crowd of partygoers. Decatur converses with British Admiral ALEXANDER BALL, 60s, governor of Malta, a tall masthead of a man.

BALL
Most unfortunate the way your Commodore Morris' operations against the Mohammedan corsairs are faring.

Decatur looks to a small knot of American officers clustered around a middle-aged senior in captain's dress, RICHARD MORRIS.

DECATUR
The Barbary Pirates have preyed on shipping for centuries, sir. Your own Admiral Blake had but temporary success himself in these waters two hundred years earlier.
(beat)
My country's efforts are far from over.

BALL
I meant to imply nothing of the sort. The whole world wishes you success. I can imagine how frustrating it must be for the young enterprising officers of your squadron to suffer setback after setback. Service in the Royal navy would offer more... rewarding duty.

DECATUR
My thanks for your concern, sir, but the reward lies in serving flag and country...

Decatur trails off as he notices ELIZABETH BALL, late 20s, a self-reliant beauty,
on the ballroom floor. She's dancing a graceful waltz with Royal navy Lieutenant JAMES HAMILTON, late 20s, a dandy blue blood.

Admiral Ball follows Decatur's gaze.

BALL
Elizabeth, my daughter. Couldn't be prouder of her.

DECATUR
I'm sure she makes her husband very happy.

BALL
Still unmarried despite a trip to India. I've given up trying to match her.

DECATUR
(re: Hamilton)
Her dance partner?

BALL
James Hamilton, first lieutenant of His Britannic Majesty's frigate Hecate. He's the eldest son of one of England's leading families and my daughter's childhood friend.

DECATUR
She dances well.

BALL
It's her passion. She just learned a rather... spirited... dance in Madrid. The Fandango, I believe it's called. She has yet to find a partner here who'll go through it with her.

INT. DANCE FLOOR

Elizabeth and Hamilton are winding down their waltz.

They notice Decatur waiting for them at their end point. The other couples around them disperse for refreshments.

HAMILTON
What's all this in aid of?

Decatur bows formally.

DECATUR
Lieutenant Stephen Decatur. United States Navy.

HAMILTON
I don't believe I know that name... It's not English.

DECATUR
My grandfather was an officer in the French navy, who settled in America.
(to Elizabeth)
The Admiral was just telling me your ladyship was in need of a partner to follow you through a "spirited" Spanish dance. I've been to Barcelona. I offer you my services.

HAMILTON
(dry)
Thank you, but no. Her ladyship and I were dancing --

DECATUR
Actually sir, you were trying. She succeeded.

Elizabeth laughs.

ELIZABETH
(to Decatur)
Very well, Lieutenant. I accept your gallant offer.

HAMILTON
Elizabeth -- ?

ELIZABETH
James, be a dear. Please indulge me.

Hamilton nods his assent, gives Decatur a DARK LOOK as he steps away.

Decatur offers his hand to Elizabeth and leads her by the Spanish band.

DECATUR
(to band leader)
Maestro... a 3/4 measure, por favor.

Decatur and Elizabeth glide to the center of the dance floor.

Elizabeth spins before Decatur, stamps her feet and snaps her fingers in time to a rapid musical measure. The guitarists and castanet players echo her, and the floor clears all around the couple in unknowing compliance.

Elizabeth slides into short, quick rushes of 2-3 steps, going to one side, then another. Her hands and arms great moving features, her feet stamping in time to the music --

A sudden break in the tune --

She stops rigid in a picturesque pose, with body bent slightly backwards, hands on hips, and head erect and defiant. She fixes Decatur with her eyes, expectant. He --

-- stamps his feet, snaps his fingers, and steps in perfect response.

Together they bring to life the Fandango, the dance of "The Chase": boy sees girl, girl snubs boy, girl chases boy, then runs away.

Hamilton FUMES from the side. Morris and the other American officers look on OPEN-MOUTHED. Admiral Ball looks pleased with himself.

At the end of certain measures, the music halts abruptly, and the two dancers freeze till it resumes.

Neither touches with the hand or body. But they lock with their eyes --

-- And lose themselves in one another as the dance plays itself out.

Decatur and Elizabeth revel in their dance and each other. When the last measure roars to a halt, they're TIGHTLY EMBRACED, BREATHING HARD, barely within decorum.

The crowd roars its approval, but it doesn't exist for them. They're the CENTER of each other's universe.

Sunday, February 04, 2007

WALTER JON WILLIAMS CRITIQUE

Today I received comments on my "The Way of the Peacemaker" short story from mil SF writer Walter Jon Williams.

The story has some good points, but I have to go back to the drawing board.

Again...

Starting up a new space saga and figuring out its rules is no small task it seems.

I knew that going in, but I didn't really know it.

I've worked on different drafts of this story.

And now it seems I'll have to work on another. I do feel that I'm crawling in the right direction, though.

That's something.

Saturday, January 27, 2007

MY SNW RESULTS

I got the manuscripts for my SNW 10 subs in the mail today.

My "Hero of the Empire" tale didn't make the cut. Too bad. It was one of my faves.

"Trial by Fire and Mis-Q's" got to the Second Read List (SRL), which is about the quarter-finals.

According to a note on my letter from Dean Wesley Smith, "History's Pawn" came "very close" to making it into the anthology.

That would make it a Finalist story.

I'm not sure how I feel about that since I was aiming for a publication rather than a "very close."

"Shikata ga nai."

All I can do is move on.

Since the Strange New Worlds anthology is no more, there go a couple of ideas I had for what would've been SNW 11. One of 'em was Lieutenant Reginald Barclay saving the Enterprise E from a changeling and a boarding party of Jem'Hadar warriors. Along the way, Barclay blew up a Hirogen relay station drawing power from a black hole.

It would've made an interesting addition to Pocket Book's "Dominion War" tales, me thinks.

Anywho, I'm moving ahead with my "The Way of the Peacemaker" and other original stories.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

SNW 10 RESULTS

The results have come in today for the final SNW anthology.

I didn't make it.

Nichevo.

Or as the Japanese would say, "Shikata ga nai." (Can't be helped.)

I did my best, but my submissions apparently fell short.

The good thing is the waiting's over. The winners were contacted on about December 20, 2006. Usually the announcement is made on January 3 of the new year, but it was put off according to undefined legal issues on the part of the Pocket Book lawyers.

SNW was unique in that it was a pro publication consisting of Trek stories for the fans written by the fans. IMHO, a drawback of how it was run was that multiple writers could be published in it up to three times maximum. I feel that the SNW anthology could have been run like the WOTF anthology: winners are published once and then ineligible for further contests thereafter in order to give voice to a wider range of writers--especially since SNW had to be renewed yearly and its life was limited.

Anyhow, SNW was only one market. Getting in would've been a nice feather in one's cap, but not a laurel to rest one's writing career on.

It's time to leave SNW and Trek behind me and concentrate on WOTF and other bigger and better things.

Sunday, January 21, 2007

JEANNE CAVELOS CRIT

Today I received a crit from Jeanne Cavelos, my first pro fiction mentor on my story "The Way of the Peacemaker" (formerly "Honor and Justice").

Jeanne's crit was an unexpected bonus.

After being sundered from the Odyssey fold for the last few years, I joined the Odfellow discussion group for the first time late last year. Then I signed up for my third stint on the Odfellow critique group a few weeks ago when Jeanne sent a missive saying that the group needs new blood and she'll be participating. I couldn't sign up soon enough, and I submitted my space opera tale, which I'm prepping for the Writers of the Future SF/F Contest (WOTF).

"The Way of the Peacemaker" is about a galactic guardian in the future who learns the true cost of his oath to protect the innocent. The guardian comes from a line of samurai sworn to protect the innocent of the ages.

I've written a film script based in this Peacemaker universe, but before I market the script, I thought I'd establish the series in fiction and comics first. "The Way of the Peacemaker" is the pilot story. Hopefully, it'll launch in WOTF.

Saturday, January 20, 2007

Retro Review: "KING KONG"

Hi all,

Since I don't care for a lot of current releases, I'm writing about Peter Jackson's "King Kong" remake.

In a word...spectacular, clumsy, hilarious, ludicrously self-indulgent, terrifying and far too long.

No, that was more like a spiel.

While there's not an original bone in its oversized body, "King Kong!!!" qualifies as one of the blockbuster films of 2005. The sheer size and spectacle of it screams, "Keep your eyes on me!" And, "Pay no attention to some of the bad miscasting, and scenes that go a little too long." "I'm Kong, and I must be BIG!" No, not big, HUGE!!

I'm not really a fan of remakes or King Kong, so I thought the film could be pretty hoaky. But I was intrigued when I learned that Peter Jackson was helming this flick. I didn't know till lately that the original 1933 flick was something of a passion of his.

A problem with personal projects is running the danger of not working because the director is too close to the material. (Steven Spielberg's Hook and Atom Egoyan's Ararat fall into that category.) Fortunately, Jackson's passion for the material did not dim his creative senses. By combining the best elements of the 1933 and 1976 versions of the film with his own contributions, Jackson has made what many will consider to be the definitive King Kong. There's no need to try this story again; it's doubtful it can be improved on.

Jackson's 2005 King Kong follows the basic storyline of the 1933 original, but with some changes and wrinkles. There are a few direct homages, including a reference to Fay Wray being unavailable for Carl Denham's film because she was "making something for Cooper," a snatch of the hammiest verbatim dialogue from the old screenplay, and a few bars of Max Steiner's theme. Although Jackson says he detests the 1976 version, he borrows freely from it. Some things that happen in this King Kong mirror events from the De Laurentiis one too closely to have occurred by coincidence. (Like the development of a two-way relationship between the girl and Kong, rather than the one-way one from 1933.)

If there's a flaw in King Kong, it's that Jackson spends TOO LONG setting things up. It's understandable that he wants to spend some time with the characters so we get to know them before the action starts, but the 70-minute build-up is overkill. There is an impact to early momentum, and I dozed for a few minutes before the second act kicked in. First we spend some time in a thrillingly recreated 30s New York, and then the film gets stuck in a boat for simply ages with obsessed movie director Carl Denham (Jack Black) and his crew. This interlude, marred as it is by portents of doom and clanging dialogue, is a bit of a trial.

We meet all of the major players during the first hour, where you notice some of the film's major flaws, including the fact that Jackson, fails to establish the relationship between Denham's long time collaborator the successful playwright, Jack Driscoll (Adrien Brody), and Ann (Naomi Watts). Adrien Brody seems somewhat miscast to me as the lead action hero and leading man in love here.

Fran Walsh, Philippa Boyens, and Peter Jackson's script doesn't give Jack and Ann a real relationship. Their chemistry is sketchy at best, feeling contrived and rushed: they meet and hate each other one minute, the next time they see each other they are kissing, and then he tells her he "wrote a comedy, just for her."

"Why would you do that" asks Ann.

"Isn't it obvious?" says Jack.

Because Ann is pretty?

That exchange is supposed to convey to the audience the depth of his feelings. But it comes across as forced.

Once the action starts, however, it's difficult to find something more energetic, more daring, and more touching than King Kong. It's worth every penny (and more) that was spent bringing it to the screen.

The CGI work and action scenes are all incredible, and mind blowing, but you get the feeling that it's been done before, oh yeah, because it has, in Jurassic Park! It was as if Jackson, not only remade the original King Kong, but he also remade the original Jurassic Park, so many of the beats, and battles felt like it was taken directly from that film.

As eye candy goes, only Revenge of the Sith equals it from 2005, and King Kong is overall a richer and more satisfying cinematic experience (and this is from someone who's a SF fan). If you think of the 1933 King Kong as a foundation of a house, the 2005 version is the whole thing. Jackson has used Cooper's vision as his blueprint, and has expanded upon it greatly without changing the essential floorplan. The synopsis sounds much the same, but the experience is wholly different.

The old Arabian proverb says this: "And lo, the beast looked upon the face of beauty. And it stayed its hand from killing. And from that day, it was as one dead." This is, and has been, the story of King Kong, the 25-foot tall giant of an ape who rules his island, but finds man to be the superior predator. Led by his fascination for a blond woman to act in ways contrary to his nature, he is ensnared and brought to a foreign land, where he proves inadequate to counter the forces brought to bear against him. It's easy enough to see King Kong as a parable about man's rapacious approach to nature. That aspect of the story is as evident in Jackson's telling as in the environmentally conscious 1976 version.

Ann Darrow (Naomi Watts) is a struggling actress who finds herself out of work with no means to pay for a meal. Filmmaker Carl Denham (Jack Black) is being pursued by his creditors and needs to find a leading lady so he can set sail before the authorities catch him. Fortuitously, it would seem, the two meet, and Ann is soon aboard the Venture, heading for lands unknown. The captain, Engelhorn (Thomas Kretschmann), is a surly chap who doesn't trust Denham. Also aboard the ship is Jack Driscoll (Adrien Brody), the screenwriter for Denham's latest epic. And there's a hunky actor, Bruce Baxter (Kyle Chandler), who is intended to play Ann's on-screen love interest. Off-screen, she becomes involved with Jack. The two are involved by the time the ship reaches its destination, Skull Island. There, Ann is kidnapped by the natives and sacrificed to their god, Kong. Instead of killing her, however, the big ape is intrigued by his blond-haired captive, and the two bond - Ann does a vaudeville comedy routine for her captor while he protects her from three T-Rexes. Meanwhile, Jack, Carl, and a group of others from the ship come ashore to look for Ann. They don't find her--at least not initially-- but they encounter a menagerie out of Jurassic Park and insects that might eat horses for a snack.

A great line during this sequence from Bruce who quits the search for Ann for a little spell is: "I'm an actor with a gun who's lost his motivation."

Genius...

Eventually, Ann is rescued, Kong is captured, and the action moves to New York City. Breaking free of his manacles on the first night he is being displayed to the public, Kong locates Ann and climbs to the top of the Empire State Building, where his tragic final stand occurs.

The ending sequence is truly breathtaking, the aerial photography and CGI made me feel as if I was really at the top of the Empire State Building. American soldiers never seemed more evil. My heart actually dropped a few seconds. King Kong feels like and is 3 distinct films, there's the beginning, then the Jurassic Kong in the middle, and the 3rd act feels like a tacted on sequel.

Despite three prominent human actors, the star of the movie is the giant primate. Kong has gone from being an 18-inch high clay puppet to a man in a monkey suit to a beautifully rendered CGI creature. His range of motion and ability to react believably have improved with each incarnation. This Kong uses an amazing range of facial expressions and, when you look into his eyes, you can't believe he isn't real. Andy Serkis, who helped Jackson by "playing" Gollum in The Lord of the Rings, lends his motion capture skills to Kong, and the results are so stunning that one is tempted to believe that Jackson went to a South Pacific Island and found a 25-foot high ape. Kong shows nearly every emotion across the spectrum: puzzlement, rage, amusement, bemusement, possessiveness, tenderness, and affection. And Kong does some things that couldn't have been accomplished using any other special effects technique. Try orchestrating the T-Rex battle another way.

The best of the trio of human performers is Aussie knockout Naomi Watts, who gives an Oscar level performance. When Jack attempts to rescue her from the arms of a sleeping Kong, her face reveals joy, embarrassment, dismay and sadness all in one beat.

Naomi has the most difficult job--not only is the role physical, but it requires her to play off something that isn't there. (For better or for worse this is becoming the norm, rather than the exception, in big-budget motion pictures). Like Kong, Ann must traverse a vast emotional range, from horror and fear, to acceptance, to caring. Adrien Brody does the best he can with a thankless role. Jack's part is to fall in love with Ann, then run around the island chasing her. In New York, he gets to participate in a car chase, but after that, his biggest contribution is to ride an elevator in the Empire State Building. Jack Black, an unusual choice for Carl Denham, plays the movie maker like a cross between Cecil B. DeMille and P.T. Barnum. Black's portrayal is primarily straight, and he is effective, although there are occasions when the actor's cheesy personality peeks through.

Black's character, Denham, is a "by any means necessary" type of filmmaker, where he will lie, cheat, or steal to get his project finished. He convinces everyone from his actor, to the ship's crewmates that they are filming in Singapore, when he's really taking them into the dangerous unknown. In many ways, Kong is not only a movie about the love of a woman and her monkey, but also a love letter to filmmaking. As sleazy as Denham is at times, you have to admire his passion for getting his film done. It's also fun because you don't really know if that passion is because he's broke and he's desperate, or if he really loves the creative process. I'd bet that it's both.

Jack Black is almost fatally miscast in this, though. He doesn't fit the part and his manic performance, at times seems out of place. But he does manage to hold it together, next to Kong and Watts. The film rises and falls in part based on his shoulders and for the most part it works - just not as well as it should. It's a contradiction to say he's wrong for the part and then claim that he's good in this, but the best way to describe it is, you get used to him. Some of his line deliveries are almost too understated, especially the most famous one about "It was beauty that killed the beast." It didn't have the emotional punch that it should have.
The cornerstone of the film isn't the CGI action/adventure material; it's the relationship between Kong and Ann. Here's where the movie's heart lies, and for King Kong to be more than a visual extravaganza, Jackson has to hit us beneath the left rib cage. The two bond throughout and the film's soul stays intact. In 1933, Ann was terrified of Kong. He treated her like a plaything, and she hated and feared him. When Kong died, we felt a little sadness, but nothing overwhelming. In 1976, Lorenzo Semple Jr.'s most important innovation was to have the female lead (called Dwan, played by Jessica Lange) reciprocate the Beast's feelings. Kong was fascinated by Dwan. After an initial bout of fear and anger, she accepted him as a gentle protector. Atop the World Trade Center, she risked her life to save his, and her world came apart when he fell. The male lead (Jeff Bridges) was also shown as being sympathetic to Kong.

For the 2005 version, Jackson has followed the 1976 movie's lead, and developed a tender, two-way relationship between Ann and Kong. This is meticulously advanced over the course of the movie--particularly in three scenes. The first has Ann doing a vaudeville song-and-dance routine that amuses Kong and convinces him not to kill her. The second has Ann moving behind Kong during a battle with three T-Rexes, acknowledging him as her "champion." And the third involves a frozen pond in Central Park, and may represent King Kong's most magical moment, and Jackson's lasting contribution to the legend. If you see that bit, you'll know what I'm talking about. Unlike in the 1976 movie, Jack is not kindly disposed toward Kong. This may be why, in the end, the bond between Ann and Kong seems stronger than the one between Ann and Jack. And the reunion of the two human lovers after Kong's plunge rings hollow. We don't really care about Ann and Jack. The character we do care about has just died. His final moments with Ann are quietly heartbreaking.
One of the most difficult things about King Kong may be picking a favorite scene, especially since the final two hours are packed with candidates. Action-adventure lovers have the dino-rampage, featuring raptors (I liked the Jurassic Park versions better) chasing down a pack of brontosaurs; the triple T-Rex smackdown (a tour de force that lasts about 10 minutes); an insect attack that will make bug-phobes squirm (Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom is tame by comparison); Kong's attempts to reclaim his stolen bride; and the final Empire State Building battle. For me, the quiet moments are in many ways more rewarding: Kong and Ann bonding while watching a sunset, and the playfulness of Central Park. The latter is more rewarding with tragedy looming so close.

The musical score is nondescript, but that's not James Newton Howard's fault. He was selected by Jackson late in the process to replace Howard Shore, and only had a couple of months to write and record everything. The best thing that can be said about the music is that it's never intrusive. Visually, as one would expect, King Kong is a marvel. The decision to do no location shooting allows the Skull Island scenes to be eerie and claustrophobic. And Jackson's re-creation of Depression-era New York, while not rigorously accurate historically, fits nicely into a nostalgia mold.

King Kong could easily be 30 minutes shorter. But it's a labor of love for Jackson. It shows in every frame, in the clever script and in the way he photographs his stars with the loving texture of 1930s pin-ups. Most of all, he establishes a Depression-era aura of dashed dreams and rebuilt hopes and turns out an entertainment worth remembering.
SIT REP

At the moment, I'm still in a kind of holding pattern writingwise:

-Still waiting for the results of the SNW 10 contest

-Eking out my revision of my rom com script "Twice In A Lifetime"

-Organizing the third script reading on the WeHo Screenwriting Group (the first had two crits & the second had four)

-And prepping my space opera short story "The Way of the Peacemaker" for critiquing by some pro writers before I send it to WOTF.

It seems I'm on the cusp of big things while the winter doldrums're on.

Hailing frequencies closed.

Sunday, January 07, 2007

Review: “ROCKY BALBOA”

Yo, Rocky’s back for one last round.

First James Bond gets back to basics, now, 30 years after the Philly southpaw came out swinging, Sylvester Stallone has returned to Rocky's humble roots with a stripped down edition that comes close to capturing the soul of the original -- which I saw on TV and rental.

The first one, with a budget of less than $1 million, was a smash hit -- the 78th greatest movie by the AFI, pulling in more than $56 million in 1976 dollars. Reportedly written over a weekend, it won an Oscar for Best Picture and became one of the smash hits of the‘70s.

The only installment I saw in theaters was 1990’s torturous “Rocky V.” Afterwards, I swore I’d never do it again. But I went and did it...

Dropping the Roman numerals, "Rocky Balboa" -- the sixth in the series-- defies all expectations with a low-key production. Just as he did back in 1976, Rocky -- and by extension Stallone -- is climbing into the ring as a man with something to prove. And for the first time in thirty years, you just might find yourself cheering him on.

With his beloved Adrian (Talia Shire’s alive and well) having passed away of cancer, Rocky trudges along the streets of his South Philly neighborhood like a man who's been beaten down by the ravages of time and bittersweet memories of all-too-distant glories.

He's only too happy to regale patrons at his eatery, Adrian's, with those stories, but his habit of living in the past is beginning to grate on his old brother-in-law Paulie (Burt Young, who's been there for all six rounds), who's no longer wants to accompany Rocky on those ritual tours through his old haunts. Rocky also tries to spend quality time with his grown son (Milo Ventimiglia), but the young man wishes to climb out from under his famous father's shadow.

Fortunately the Rocko we know and love snaps back into form when an installment of ESPN's "Man vs. Machine," which pits two athletes from different eras against each other in a computer-simulated competition, has current heavyweight champ Mason "The Line" Dixon (real-life boxer Antonio Tarver) going up against Balboa in a hypothetical bout that gives the Italian Stallion the decision. Keep in mind that Mason isn’t a villain. Just a guy with his own problems, being unpopular for having faced no real contenders in his rise to the heavy weight title. He’s Rocky in Rocky III all over again, but the movie isn’t about him.

Anywho, Rocky's back in training for the real thing, calcified joints and all, much to the embarrassment of Robert. Though everyone tells him he's likely to be murderized, the sixty-something Italian Stallion quietly accepts the challenge, throws himself into a few weeks of training and steps in the ring, with the philosophy, "It's not how hard you hit, but how much you can take and stay on your feet."

Yes, it's improbable, but the premise of the original "Rocky" was almost as hare-brained, and its lure of the impossible dream and appeal of not so much winning but "going the distance" is what made it such an influential, often imitated classic.

Conti’s score kicks in full bore for the expected training montage. Once again, good ol' Rocko pounds away at frozen slabs of beef, knocks back a glass of raw eggs and, of course, runs up the steps of the Philadelphia Museum of Art. After that, it's off to Las Vegas for the big showdown with Dixon.

The one area in which Stallone has consistently shined as director of the “Rocky” films is in his well choreographed and edited fight sequences. He repeats the feat in “Balboa,” giving us our money's worth in a bloody celebration of brute stamina. While the ending of the fight is never really in doubt, it's surprising how much genuine tension Stallone manages to wring out of this unlikely battle, in which both fighters unload on each other with everything they've got.

Stallone's grass-roots approach works well. Passing on studio sets in favor of actual locations with extensive handheld camerawork (incorporating both 35mm and high-def film), Stallone reconnects with a lot of what made the character so endearing in the first place. He shows a discreet use of foreground and background to highlight or underline emotional moments. A scene in which father and son confront one another may be Stallone's finest moment on film.

In addition to all the familiar faces -- Tony Burton also returns as Balboa corner man, Duke -- Irish actress Geraldine Hughes does affecting work as the grown-up Marie (played three decades ago by Jodi Letitizia), now a hard-working single mother of a Steps, a teenage thug in training (James Francis Kelly III), whom Rock has taken under his wing out of the goodness of his big heart. He also offers Marie a job; this friendship hints at elements of romance, but remains touchingly tactful.

Of course, Rocky wouldn't be Rocky without that signature theme, and Conti has turned it into elegiac lament for the first half of the picture before cranking it up to full throttle for that last hurrah, as well as backing amusing end-credits footage of tourists from all over re-enacting the iconic running up of those Philadelphia Museum of Art steps.

In interviews, Stallone has said that he intends “Rocky Balboa” to be a bookend to the original film and, as promised, viewers can leap directly from that movie to this one without having to make time for the other four installments. Aside from a passing reference to his victory over Apollo Creed and brief glimpses of Clubber Lang and Ivan Drago, the events of “Rockys” II-IV go unmentioned, while the, um, disliked “Rocky V” has been erased from continuity, along with any mention of Rocky's supposed brain damage. “Rocky Balboa” is also filled with numerous visual cues and references to the '76 picture. The result is a film that's as much a nostalgia trip for the audience as it is for its star.

The goodwill generated by this approach carries viewers through the movie's dead spots, including one too many visits to Adrian’s grave, Rocky's awkward attempts to bond with Steps, and an underwritten storyline involving Mason Dixon's own crisis of confidence. A subplot about Dixon and his manager also suddenly disappears. It's in these scenes that Stallone's limitations as a writer and director show up. After thirty years he knows his own character inside and out, but he still struggles to write convincing dialogue for anyone other than Rocky.

The film isn’t about Rocky carrying on conversations, though. The script comes from an honest place, and the characters have real emotional centers. On its own terms, “Rocky Balboa” is only a modestly entertaining movie, but taken in context, it's an entirely satisfying conclusion to the “Rocky” saga. It's not so much a sequel or even a remake for a new generation of moviegoers as it's a retranslation for the old one: an irresistible statement that "Yo, life ain't over till it's over."

Will we be seeing a weathered Rambo brought back to basics next?

Saturday, January 06, 2007

Reinvent Trek or Go into the Next Century?

I recently came across an article on SyFy Portal in which "Trouble with Tribbles" TOS episode scribe and TNG contributor David Gerrold said he believes that the classic series (TOS) has to be rebooted in order to get
back that old Star Trek feeling.

There have been some great reinventions like "Battlestar Galactica" (BSG), "Batman Begins," and "Casino Royale."

I believe, though, that Trek is one franchise with the elasticity and depth that allows people to explore Trek's essence with new characters and storylines as opposed to rebooting the same cast of characters every ten years.

IMHO, BSG doesn't quite fall in that same category because the original was around for only two years, leaving a lot of new territory for Ron Moore and company to explore. Also the premise of BSG is based on the last remnants of humanity fighting off extinction and finding Earth. Either they fail and the show ends or they succeed and the show ends.

Also, for those who're familiar with the subject, I'd liken Trek a little bit to the US Constitution in that the Constitution has been adapted from how the Founding Fathers first conceived it to be made relevant to following generations of Americans.

I favor new characters and storylines for new generations of Trek fans rather than new incarnations of overly familiar characters and their situations. Every chapter of a saga has a beginning, middle, and end. I feel it's best to move on into new territory rather than tweak series canon.

If someone good like Ron Moore, Bryan Singer, or Michael Stracyznski were to do a reinvention, I could see it being "interesting." Who can argue with what Ron Moore and his crew have done with BSG? As those who may recall my earlier posts on the subject, I highly doubt that Abrams will do justice to a young Kirk story in the upcoming (if it's ever made) Trek XI.
SIT REP

Busy, busy, busy...

The New Year's kinda flew by for me in a daze.

I'm tweaking my WOTF space opera sub "The Way of the Peacemaker" for some pro readers, and getting good comments from other fledgling writers.

I'm getting comments on my Stephen Decatur script "Stars and Stripes Forever."

I'm working on my rom com script "Twice In A Lifetime." I'm roughly halfway through the beat sheet. Then I'll do character profiles. Then I'll start rewriting...

Ugh...

And I'm organizing a group read for a drama script penned by a person on the WeHo (West Hollywood) online screenwriters group that I'm trying out. As the manager, I'm committed to this event, but I doubt I'll stay long term with them since that group isn't very lively and it can be a fair amount of work managing it if you want to do the job right. :-)

I'd also committed myself to reading the featured script and perhaps entering in an online workshop with the other writer to work on other scripts. Must be careful that I don't overload myself when I'm not working.

Oh, and I'm still waiting on the results for SNW 10. Because there's a new editor at Simon & Schuster Books who's judging, the normal reporting time has been pushed back from the normal January 3 date to...sometime in January.

Nichevo.

Monday, December 25, 2006

BERMAN SAYS IT ISN'T HIS FAULT

SyFy Portal reports that Rick Berman, among other things, says UPN didn't help the "Enterprise" (ENT) series stay on the air.

He blames UPN for shifting from dramas to reality shows that cater to young women like "Beauty and the Geek" and "America's Top Model."

I'd say UPN's change in priorities didn't help, but if he and Brannon Braga had produced episodes that relied on character, dialogue, new plots, etc. rather than had the actors slather ointment on each other in their underwear, give neural pressure therapy while half-dressed, recycled old Trek stories, etc. to get ratings, ENT could've gone a full seven years like its predecessor series.

What studio would say "no" to making money?

Paramount's trying to revive the franchise after all with a young Kirk
story for Trek XI that I suspect will be a one-off at best. After seeing how "Alias" got canceled and "Lost" really begin to lose it in the current third season, I can't say I've got a lot of confidence in anything with JJ Abrams' name attached to it. Too bad Paramount passed on Bryan Singer ("X Men 1 & 2"; "Superman Returns") and a Romulan War prequel trilogy pitched by Eric Jendreson ("Band of Brothers") to settle on Abrams. I wonder if the current Paramount studio heads'll try recasting Picard and gang next?

It seems to me that with some financial sense, ENT could've been continued on cable with a reduced budget. Who's complaining about the SG1, Atlantis, and Battlestar Galactica production quality?

Boris

Saturday, December 23, 2006


SNW 10 COVER RELEASE

I learned today that the SNW 10 cover was released along with a publicity page.

There's a lot of hope among the faithful that the anthology will be renewed despite market changes. I really like the cover, but it does give me the feeling that SNW 10 may be the final voyage.

Me thinks this drawing of the Enterprise D's saucer section crashing in flames was drawn from that trusty ship crashing for the final count on the planet Veridian III in the film "Generations."

And based on the publicity page, the anthology will have stories that examine the meaning of the Federation.


I will not count my chickens before they're hatched. But the stories I turned in this year do explore the benefit the Federation's had on the known galaxy. And I know that the submissions I mailed in this year are better than what I entered in the last two when I finished on the Second Read List. I also received excellent advice from a number of fellow writers. Among them are David DeLee (SNW 8 & 9 author); Phil Kaldon (fellow 2004 Clarionite/physicist); Tom Wilson and several other scribes on Critters. Dayton Ward (Trek novelist and SNW alumnus) also kindly commented on an early draft of one of my stories.

If this is SNW’s last call, I really hope to get in while it’s still there. As Dean Wesley Smith tells us SNW hopefuls, New York is shut down from now till January 2, 2007 or so. News about the TOC (Table of Contents) should come out some time next month.

I’ll see if the gods are with me then.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

SIT REP

Let's see...

I just concluded a week of getting comments on my "Way of the Peacemaker" story on Critters. The story's good, but needs some adjusting, which I'll try to do this weekend. I'll look forward to learning which pro author will be lined up to read the story before I shoot it off to WOTF in, say January 2007.

I've also typed up new scenes for my American "Master and Commander" script, "Stars and Stripes Forever." But I haven't added them into the current draft yet and seen how they mesh together.

And I'm getting my Chinese Joan of Arc script, "Heaven's Mandate," looked over by a new screenwriting group called WeHo Online Screenwriters Group that I joined on November 22, 2006. I think I'm one of the very first members right after the group owner, who's a production assistant at Fox. The group is just a few weeks old and I'm still getting a feel for how it's turning out. They needed people to submit a script for their first group crit session, so I submitted mine to give 'em something to chew on. The first session should be some time this month.

Then I've got my romantic comedy to take care of next before I get hold of the script consultant I have in mind for reading my 3 scripts before I send 'em to the major script contests in 2007.

I'm curious about the upcoming "Eragon" flick. I may write a review of it.

All I have to do is make the time and energy with extended holiday work hours and a bad economy slowing things down for the sixth year in a row.

I expect I'll manage.

Hailing frequences closed.

Thursday, December 07, 2006



RETRO REVIEW: "CROUCHING TIGER, HIDDEN DRAGON"

In two words: Martial Artistry.

Looking back six years, soon to be seven, from this point, one can still say director Ang Lee is a world class auteur who isn’t afraid to take a chance.

Before helming "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon," Lee worked on a variety of projects from the Taiwanese family dramas "The Wedding Banquet" and "Eat Drink Man Woman" to the slice of '70s Americana "The Ice Storm" and the Jane Austen adaptation "Sense and Sensibility." More recent credits include a film adaptation of everyone’s fave raging green monster comic hero, "The Hulk," and "Brokeback Mountain’s" romance between two cowboys in ‘60s God-fearing Texas. Director Ang Lee appeared an unlikely person to direct a kung fu flick; such a film seems beneath him.

As it turns out, Lee is not only a lifelong fan of the genre, his greatest filmmaking goal was to make a lavish martial arts epic.

Director Ang Lee: "The film is a kind of a dream of China, a China that probably never existed, except in my boyhood fantasies in Taiwan. Of course my childhood imagination was mainly fired by the martial arts movies I grew up with and by the novels of romance and derring-do I read instead of doing my homework. That these two kinds of dreaming should come together now, in a film I was able to make in China, is a happy irony for me."

Watching "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon," it's clear that all of Lee's work has been a mere warm-up to this staggering accomplishment. "Crouching Tiger" is even more than an exhilarating reinvigoration of the martial arts movie--it's a thrilling testament to the transporting power of film.

Note the term "reinvigoration" as opposed to "reinvention," for in keeping with being a reverential fan, Lee doesn't tamper with time-worn convention in adapting Wang Du Lu's 18th Century Qing dynasty-set novel (the fourth in a series of five). Basic plot strands ring familiar. After many years of legend-building combat, famous and feared warrior Li Mu Bai (Chow Yun-Fat) is ready to give up his violent ways--that is, after completing one last mission: avenging the murder of his master at the hands of the notorious criminal known as Jade Fox (Cheng Pei Pei). But Li is ready to make one major gesture toward a different life, and that is giving up his fabled sword, the Green Destiny. He asks his longtime friend and swordswoman ally Yu Shu Lien (Michelle Yeoh) to give the sword to their mutual benefactor, Sir Te (Lung Sihung), for safekeeping. When she does, Shu Lien meets the young lady Jiao Long Yu, or Jen (Zhang Ziyi), who expresses her fascination with the sword. Soon after it is placed in Sir Te’s trophy case, the Green Destiny is stolen, Mu Bai and Shu Lien leap into a quest to recover the sword, which is the mere jumping-off point for a sweeping tale of action, intrigue, and romance.

In "Crouching Tiger," that motion has its own poetry, for these semi-gods and demi-devils possess a buoyancy to match their gravity. The film's first action scene, with Shu Lien chasing the sword's thief (who, we soon learn, is Jen), sets the tone and the rules. The two fight hand-to-hand and foot-to-foot. Jen suddenly floats up, as if on the helium of her young arrogance, and canters up and down the courtyard walls as if they were velvet carpets, with Shu Lien in urgent pursuit.

The script by James Schamus, Wang Huiling and Tsai Kuojung unfolds like a comic book, with the characters and their circumstances being painted using wide brush stokes. Lee’s protagonists are bigger than life and their quest is the kind of epic endeavor that pits good against evil, with an innocent caught in between. Yet, despite the film's grandiose feel, there are enough intimate moments for us to get to know the characters. One of the primary elements of "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" is the way it contrasts Shu Lien with Jen. Each is a prisoner of her lifestyle, yearning for what the other has. Shu Lien, a warrior and wanderer all her life, would like nothing more than to settle down and end her loneliness. Jen, the pampered daughter of a powerful official, craves the freedom that she believes comes with Shu Lien's single status.

One of the film's most noteworthy elements was the first-ever screen pairing of two of Hong Kong cinema's biggest stars, Yeoh and Chow. Surprisingly, these icons actually take secondary positions to beautiful young newcomer Zhang Ziyi. As Jen, the seemingly innocent and innocuous daughter of prominent political figure Governor Yu (Li Fa Zeng), Zhang is a real find, holding her own in all aspects and carrying the picture with ease once the focus settles squarely on her. The conflicting forces battling for influence over Jen's soul is "Crouching Tiger's" main concern, and without an actress as gifted and captivating as Zhang in the pivotal role, it's difficult to imagine the story being quite as involving as it is.

But there's no denying the enormous contribution Yeoh and Chow make to the film. The two formed a dynamic duo, even displaying sides of their ability that they've never had an opportunity to reveal before. The ever-charismatic and commanding Chow (the T'ang emperor in the upcoming "Curse of the Golden Flower"), making his bow in this type of action film, proves to be as natural with a sword as he is with a gun (his usual cinematic weapon of choice); but his stunts aren't as heavy duty as those of Yeoh, who is given ample opportunity to show off and even elevate her well-established athleticism and grace in the spectacular fights staged by the renowned martial arts choreographer Yuen Wo-Ping ("Fist of Legend," "Matrix," and "Hero"). But the two are even more impressive in the dramatic scenes. They have a nicely understated chemistry that lends heartrending pathos to their characters' relationship. Li and Shu Lien have long been in love, but they've denied their passion in honor of the memory of Shu Lien's late fiancé, a brother by oath to Li. Their tortured longing is subtly, wrenchingly conveyed in Yeoh and Chow's vividly expressive eyes.

When production first kicked off, the film seemed cursed, though.

"We started shooting in the Gobi Desert," said Ang Lee. "That night the crew got lost in the desert until 7 a.m. We finally got going, and after the second shot, a sandstorm came in." Could things get worse?

"The Gobi is the hottest, dryest place on earth," said producer Bill Kong. "So each morning we lit incense for good luck. Well, we had dreadful luck--it rained sheets, nonstop, ruining our schedule. After a while one of the local people came around and said the gods must be smiling on us. We asked why. 'Because you burned the incense,' he said. 'We burn the incense when we want it to rain.'"

With good or bad luck, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon offered a rough challenge to say the least. A few difficulties were: a $15 million action movie that was also to be a poignant, tragic romance; a fight choreographer, Yuen Wo-ping, who had won international acclaim for his work on "The Matrix" and was bound to clash with the soft-spoken, hard-to-budge Lee; a top-flight all-Asian cast featuring Chow Yun Fat (Hong Kong), Michelle Yeoh (Malaysia), Zhang Ziyi (Beijing) and Chang Chen (Taiwan). Only one of the stars--Zhang, then a 19-year-old ingenue--spoke anything like the classical mainland Mandarin that Lee demanded. On top of these speed bumps, Yeoh injured her knee and needed a month's rehab in the U.S. and the whole ordeal was pretty damned exhausting by all accounts.

"We shot around the clock with two teams," says Lee. "I didn't take one break in eight months, not even for half a day. I was miserable--I just didn't have the extra energy to be happy. Near the end, I could hardly breathe. I thought I was about to have a stroke."

As one sage (whose name I forget) said, "Dying is easy, filmmaking is hard."

But through his agony Lee produced exactly what he hoped to create--a blending of Eastern physical dexterity and Western storytelling and intensity of performance. High art meets high spirits on the trampoline of an elaborate plot. "Crouching Tiger" is contemplative, and it kicks ass.

"Crouching Tiger" combines incredible action sequences with elements of romantic melodrama and superhero derring-do, as visually stunning as it is inventive like no other Chinese period film before or since. It has a reserved slot on many critics' Top Ten lists and made a splash both at the US box office and when the 2000 Academy Award nominations were announced. Paradoxically, the film hasn’t been as well received in China and the rest of the Far East as the slew of imitators it spawned in following years. More on that later.

The film's hallmark is its standout action sequences, of which there are five or six, depending on how you count. All of them are eye-popping and spectacularly choreographed by Yuen with special effects being used to enhance the natural athleticism of the participants. The best of these sequences is Shu Lien’s jaw dropping rooftop chase of Jen from one side of Beijing to the other, using a Peter Pan-like ability to almost fly. It's beautifully filmed, perfectly composed, and thrilling from start to finish. Another segment worth mentioning is a battle in the treetops, where Mu Bai and Jen leap from branch to branch as they do battle. These sequences are the kind of action that haven’t been equaled before or since--even by Yuen.

Lee and cinematographer Peter Pau make "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" a stunning visual experience even when the action is static. From a glorious matte shot of ancient Beijing to the verdant splendor of the surrounding forest to the majesty of Wudan Mountain, the film never ceases to dazzle our eyes and arrest our attention. Tan Dun's gentle, occasionally haunting score provides the perfect musical backdrop for the story, never calling undue attention to itself.

Lee is a visionary and a perfectionist; he demands more than his colleagues can freely give. For the dapper, amiable Chow the experience was often "awful. The first day I had to do 28 takes just because of the language. That's never happened before in my life."

Lee drove Yeoh, whose family's language is English, nearly to tears with his insistence on precise speech. But the beautiful action star thinks it was worth the trouble. "I've been waiting 15 years to work with this guy," she says. "He's gentle and very emotional. During a sad scene at the end of the film, he kept telling me to do different things, and when he'd come over I'd see he was red-eyed, teary. He gets so completely involved. And when he says, 'Good take' after a shot, he really means it."

For all its pan-Asian star power, "Crouching Tiger" depends on Zhang, in only her second film at the time. The actress says she labored under "a pressure not to disappoint the director. I felt I was a mouse and Ang Lee a lion." When first seen, Jen seems lovely but unformed, a dreamy adventuress, a spoiled rich girl with a skill to match her will. Gradually, though, Jen (or, rather, Zhang) reveals a more toxic, intoxicating beauty. Will she become a fearless heroine or a ferocious killer? Zhang, surely, is guilty of one crime: she steals the film. "She allows the audience to pour themselves into her imagination," Lee says. "It's not really her in the movie, it's you. That's beyond acting. It's cinematic charisma."

Before shooting, Zhang and her desert outlaw paramour Chang (Lo in the film) worked with an acting coach. Chow and Yeoh crammed to speak Mandarin. And throughout, Lee was learning the limitations in the laws of stunt physics from the martial master Yuen. Movies are an education on the fly, with pop quizzes every moment. How apt, then, that the theme of "Crouching Tiger" should be teaching. In this war of the generations, the adults are as eager to instruct the young as the kids are to rebel against authority. In life as in martial arts, knowledge is power. And only the most powerful, like Chow's Mu Bai, can share it. He hopes to share it with Jen. Teaching this bright, willful girl is as close as he will come to fatherhood--even if the job carries fatal risks.

In addition to paying careful attention to Chinese legends and metaphysical beliefs, Lee has injected many other elements into "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon." He presents the martial arts sequences with a degree of reverence that does not call to mind the chopsocky campiness the average viewer might associate with the genre. This is not Bruce Lee or Jackie Chan; it's something entirely different and, in its own way, more wonderful. Lee also draws upon the work of other filmmakers like John Ford and Akira Kurosawa in putting the finishing touches on the film.

The movie hearkens to Asian action movies of around 30 years ago. It mirrors famous fight scenes from two films by the action master King Hu: "Come Drink with Me," in which the young, fierce Cheng Peipei defeats an inn full of martial studs, and "A Touch of Zen," with two knights doing battle in a grove of bamboo trees. Lee had the inspired--or crackpot--idea of staging the fight between Mu Bai and Jen on the trees' branches, 60 ft. in the air.

"I'd fantasized about this since boyhood," Lee says, "but a lot of my ideas weren't feasible or didn't look good. Nobody, including Yuen, wanted to do the tree scene, for a simple reason: it's almost impossible. The first three days of shooting were a complete waste. There were 20 or 30 guys below the actors trying to make them float. It was just chaotic." Finally it worked--a scene so buoyant that the audience soars along with the stars.

Humor plays as important a part as the romance and adventure. Lee includes secondary characters for comic relief. The story is serious, but the film has a healthy, self-aware sense of humor about itself, best shown by the parallel romance between Jen and Lo. The circumstances behind their meeting are wholly comic; she chases after him for an insane distance after he steals... her comb. The light touch is beguiling and completely convincing, befitting the playfulness of a young, impetuous love.

One rock ‘em, sock ‘em smack down takes place in a teahouse (the ancient Chinese equivalent of an old Western bar). Newly run off from her husband and reveling in her freedom, Jen talks trash to a whole troop of kung fu masters come to ask for a friendly match and brings the place crashing down on them in a battle where the laughs cone as fast as the punches and weapon strikes. Lee is constantly winking at the audience, reminding viewers not to take anything too seriously.

Though the film ends in a question mark instead of a period, there's hardly a criticism to make. Paced with the rich flavor and patience of maple syrup, this tiger/dragon drama takes flight during intermittent scuffles--therein lies the real magic.

If the movie has one weakness, though, it may be its dialogue, or, more accurately, the delivery of the dialogue. This was the gripe that many Chinese viewers had with it: except for Zhang Ziyi, the accents of the non-Mandarin speaking principal actors are less than authentic, putting it politely. In America, the dialogue suffers from an unfortunate translation problem. The lines are meant to be spoken in a kind of classic way, with little or no modern slang. Sadly, these lines translate to such trite statements like, "I have not yet avenged my master." It seems corny, and weakens the film's impact.

Fortunately, the movie transcends dialogue. Also, as I understand it, many Chinese don’t understand heroes who break the rules and rebel against authority. They tend to favor stories that uphold familial piety and Chinese nationalism. Themes that the film apparently didn’t focus on enough for Chinese viewers when we see that subsequent epic martial arts films grossed higher in the Far East than did "Crouching Tiger."

In my opinion, "Crouching Tiger" is a hybrid that goes beyond its mold. It's like a calligraphic scroll and Taoist painting brought to life. The screenplay delivers with several story lines intermingled, all evoking the full spectrum of human emotion. You can feel physically empowered, yet your spirit is seduced by something more subtle. What leaves an impression even more enduring than the spectacular action, breathtaking images, and lovely melodies are the people--their personalities, their emotions, their struggles, the hard lessons that they learn.

Thematically, "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" has a rich underlying foundation. It ruminates on the true nature of freedom and how everyone, regardless of their circumstances, is a prisoner of one sort or another. Of equal importance is the way it balances the timeless equation of love, honor, and sacrifice. It succeeds as a great pulp yarn, a historical drama, an epic love story, a humorous action tale, and a modern feminist fable. "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" has something for everyone.

However much the middle-aged Ang Lee suffered in making this exquisite film, he should take a little pleasure in knowing that he helped realize the young Ang Lee's dream and given the world a mythic tale that soars across cultures.

Saturday, November 25, 2006

GREGORY FROST CRIT

Today I got a crit from Greg Frost on a short short story of mine.

My story's called "The Automatic Pen" in which a genius inventor builds a wormhole to contact aliens and seek their help with fixing another invention of his, the automatic pen.

I wrote it as a short tall tale set in the present written a la some classic American southern writers like Mark Twain and O. Henry.

My experiment didn't appeal to Greg Frost.

Nichevo.

It was good practice, though.

To paraphrase someone whose name I forget: "One has to dare to be bad."

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

SNW 10 HAS LAUNCHED...

Much faster than I expected (probably because I didn't know how it went before) Dean has made some hard choices and picked out 23 stories for the anthology plus 25 alternates on Monday, November 20, 2006.

He's mailed them off to Pocket Books where a reader there and another from CBS will labor till after the dawn of January 2007 to finalize what may be the last SNW anthology.

Details about the reading are on Dean's forum.

All I know for certain is I mailed off some good stuff this year. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

Thank you Dean for giving 10 years of your life to SNW and accepting me into what turned out to be your final Oregon Master Class in 2004, where you and Kris Rusch taught me a lot about the craft and business of writing.

Monday, November 20, 2006

CASINO ROYALE
UNSHAKEN, NOT STIRRED


In "Casino Royale," James Bond trades his customary wink for the kind of tightly focused stare you'd expect from an assassin.

Cool.

The cheery cosmopolitan with an insatiable appetite for women, martinis and double-entendre quips has been jettisoned. Taking over for Pierce Brosnan, Daniel Craig gives us a brutal, smash-mouth Bond.

A level of predictability had settled into the movies: the opening action scene, usually in a hostile setting like North Korea, along with the trademark Bond girls, the temperamental villain and his loyal lieutenant who would always be knocked off first, the lovable supporting characters like "Q" and "M," and futuristic gimmick gadgets.

But along comes a blond Bond -- namely Daniel Craig. Things begin afresh with Craig's Bond evolving from wannabe assassin to the real deal -- his first hit, first major mistake, first dressing down by M (Judi Dench), a woman to fall in love with and a jilt to the heart to forever form his cold, callous character.

Well known in the UK for dramatic roles in "Mother" and "Enduring Love," Craig may be more familiar to American audiences for his supporting turns in "Munich," "Infamous" and "Lara Croft: Tomb Raider."

Blond, muscular and combative, he is closer to Sean Connery's working-class cheekiness than his more debonair successors. This is a back-to-basics Bond, a "blunt instrument," as M (Judi Dench) puts it (echoing Bond author Ian Fleming). Which is not to say Craig's Bond isn't cocky -- that's his designated character flaw -- but the rough edges haven't been shaved off yet.

At first there was controversy over Craig’s casting. Many people were hoping for Clive Owen, whose work in the BMW "The Hire" shorts coupled with his Bond spoof in the new "Pink Panther" film made him a popular choice for Bond fans. Craig was criticized for being blond and blue-eyed (it should be noted though that Fleming describes Bond as having grey-blue eyes in the books), and for being too short (at 5' 11" he’s the shortest Bond--two inches lower than Brosnan). But since Craig strips down for a few scenes in "Casino Royale," I doubt that female fans will be complaining about his height.

And Craig can take comfort in the fact that when Connery was cast, he was criticized by Fleming and book fans for being too working class and for being Scottish. But after one outing as 007, Connery won over Fleming (who actually gave his literary character Scottish heritage after seeing Connery’s performance) and fans. Craig too is likely to win over fans after they see the film. The actor delivers a hard-edged Bond who can be a cold-blooded killer, a cool, calculating gambler and a matter-of-fact seducer of women. But he also knows that killing can sometimes be messy, and emotions can sometimes cloud judgment.

"You do what I do for too long, there won't be enough of a soul to salvage," he says, waxing poetic.

This isn’t the James Bond we know from the last forty years. Craig isn't succeeding Brosnan; he's re-inventing the role.

Amid the retooling of the surrounding cast, the last bit of continuity is Judi Dench as M, who seems reinvigorated and delivers acerbic one-liners like only she can.

Instead of a megalomaniac out to rule the world, the villain is Le Chiffre (Danish actor Mads Mikkelsen), "the Cipher," a banker to international terrorists who is only in the game for the money. His quirks are a tear duct that drips blood and the need for an inhaler.

The heroine is Vesper Lynd (French actress Eva Green), a female counterpart to Bond -- cool, calculating, the right mix of hard and soft. It's not hard to see how she could beguile Bond. Their exchanges contain none of the usual tired double entendres but rather sharp dialogue as the two suss each other out. And when she steals his heart, 007 actually uses the "l" word.

Jeffrey Wright is suitably low key as Bond's CIA ally Felix Leiter, while Italian veteran Giancarlo Giannini is his smooth local contact. Caterina Murino, also Italian, plays Bond's first sexual conquest, who pays dearly for her extramarital fling.

It's interesting to note that the radical revising of Bond is being done by the "usual" team. The producers are still Michael G. Wilson and Barbara (daughter of Cubby) Broccoli. There's no way of knowing for sure which parts of the script belong to Neal Purvis and Robert Wade (veterans of the last two Brosnan Bonds) and which were written by the ubiquitous Paul Haggis ("Crash," "Million Dollar Baby"), but the old-school romantic sparring between Vesper and Bond has the double Oscar winner's fingerprints all over it: both for the sophisticated repartee and the serious attempts to invest the characters with psychological depth. Director Martin Campbell previously retooled the series when he oversaw Brosnan’s "Goldeneye" with Phil Meheux as his cinematographer. And David Arnold has been composing Bond scores since he took over from John Barry in the '90s.

Technically, this makes the third adaptation of Casino Royale. The first two were a 1954 TV series with Barry Nelson as Jimmy Bond, and a 1967 spoof starring Woody Allen. But this is the first time the official Bond franchise has filmed the novel, updating the setting from the Cold War to the War on Terror. As far as this movie is concerned, nothing in the last 20 entries has happened.

Until its rousing introduction during the end credits, the "James Bond Theme" is heard sparingly, during brief, subdued passages. The signature line of "Bond, James Bond" keeps us waiting. There are no gadgets - in fact, there's no Q. Nor is there any Moneypenny.

There's action, but it's surprisingly low-key (for Bond). The over-the-top, gravity-defying stunts are gone. Things get brutal. Not only is there a nasty fight in which Bond beats the crap out of a bad guy, (he has to kill two people to get his double-zero status, neatness isn’t necessary) but our hero ends up on the receiving end of some vicious treatment. One can't see Connery, Dalton, or Moore going through that ordeal.

The new film gives us Bond as a young, fresh and reckless agent. The opening teaser in Prague, shot in black-and-white to demonstrate the new grittiness, shows him making his first kill. Then it’s off to Uganda and Madagascar where Bond attempts to capture a potential bomb maker/bank robber. He winds up on a wild foot-chase in and around a construction site of the kind one would expect in a Hong Kong action flick. Bond’s quarry just happens to be played by Sébastien Foucan, a master of parkour (or "free running"), who bounds over obstacles and scrambles over walls in the space of a heartbeat. The acrobatic high jinks end with a shoot-'em-up in an (unnamed) embassy.

M scolds Bond for bungling the mission and banishes him, but he rushes off on his own to the Bahamas and Miami -- without permission -- hot on the trail of more potential terrorists. He beds the exotic, married Solange (Caterina Murino) and tracks down terrorist bankroller Le Chiffre, who makes his fortune by being banker to the unbankable, such as third world warlords and other underworld scum. In exchange for a huge pile of money, Chiffre with his bleeding eye guarantees one machete-wielding warlord that his hundred million bucks will be invested without risk.

Which is, of course, a very risky move on Monsieur Chiffre's part. The eye's next move is equally mystifying when he sells his substantial stock holdings in an airline that's about to unveil a new liner. His broker doesn't understand the move since the stock has been climbing like a rocket, but when Bond's trail leads to a terrorist trying to destroy the slick new plane before it gets off the ground -- a catastrophe that would bankrupt the company -- the money manipulation part of it clears up.

Seeking to recover the money lost (and keep his head), Chiffre sets up a super-high stakes game of Texas Hold "Em Poker at Casino Royale in Montenegro. Bond sits across the table to deny the mastermind any gains. He's now aided by Vesper Lynd, who stakes him with British treasury money to the tune of $10 million.

Besides bringing his best card game, the freshman spy also needs to learn how to wear his first tuxedo, and figure out exactly which way he likes his vodka martinis prepared.

"Shaken or stirred?" asks a barman.

"Do I look like I give a damn?" says Bond.

Lynd turns out to be a prickly partner for Bond and they take an immediate dislike to each other. Needless to say, they eventually warm up to each other’s charms but not before a few intense rounds of poker.

At one point, Chiffre poisons Bond, who doesn’t quite put the defibrillator to his heart and passes out. But after Vesper gives him the jolt he needs, he returns to the poker game with a dry, "I’m sorry -- that last hand nearly killed me."

When Bond turns out to be the loser, Vesper denies him further backing though he pleads with her for a 2nd chance. Things don't always go well for the agent. In fact, they sometimes go really badly.

But Felix Leiter turns up to stake Bond instead and give him a second life.

Of course things get more complicated and nasty (namely Chiffre’s sadistic torture of Bond right out of Fleming’s book), and the movie neatly sets up Bond’s emotional crisis as his love affair with Vesper offers the promise of a life less ruthless -- and maybe the last chance to save what’s left of his blood-spattered soul.

Major sequences -- the early chase in Africa, a fight aboard a runaway fuel truck on the Miami airport tarmac, a shootout in a collapsing Venice, Italy, canal building and a grueling torture sequence -- emphasize the physicality of the stunt work rather than special effects. The old James Bond musical theme is saved for the end as David Arnold's superb score chooses to mirror the rise and fall of tensions and emotions. Phil Meheux's cinematography and Peter Lamont's design take full advantage of the great locations ranging from Prague and Venice to Lake Como and the Bahamas. And Martin Campbell does the series proud again directing a second retooling.

Bond is often caught in physically tight spaces that force him to use anything and everything at his disposal, and to engage in hand-to-hand combat rather than to rely on guns and gadgetry. At one point he even makes clever use of the stairs used to embark or disembark passengers on airplanes. And when Bond does have to rely on something other than his fists, he gets realistic tech support rather than futuristic gadgets.

What’s also fun in "Casino Royale" is seeing the characters develop. In the recent films, the characters were just a given. Bond, M, Moneypenny, Q and even the villains and women were just character types that we had come to rely on for certain traits and to act out certain roles. But "Casino Royale" invigorates the formula by fleshing out the characters beyond their conventions.

Now, Judi Dench’s M gets out of the office and out of her role as a bean-counting desk jockey to develop Bond’s superior with a little more depth and interest. A relationship begins to develop between her and Bond rather than just having them trade quips.

Bond also isn't given a tricked out hot rod by "Q" -- he earns his stylish Aston Martin DBS in a card game (along with the guy's wife). He exchanges more than double entendres with Vesper, revealing a little more of himself along the way. He even pokes around for some trace of dormant humanity in the professional killer. The direction the film takes bodes well for more revelations in the future.

For Daniel Craig, this is a triumphant debut. Not since early Connery have we seen a Bond this magnetic. Craig shows us both the human and the inhuman sides of Bond. This Bond isn't beyond uttering the occasional quip, but when he does so, there's not a lot of humor in the delivery. Not since the closing moments of "On Her Majesty’s Secret Service" have we seen such a vulnerable 007.

As the film wears on Craig refines his performance into something increasingly colder and more elegant, never quite assuming full Bond-ism until the final, crowd-pleasing line: "The name is Bond…James Bond." The poor guy he is talking to is not in for a good time.

"Casino Royale" isn’t flawless, however. About twenty minutes can be trimmed from the film’s two hour plus run time. The final section involving the romance between Bond and Lynd, drags on and we know how it has to end. There are also some questionable decisions made in the script -- like changing the card game from the book’s Chemin de Fer (baccarat) to Texas Hold ‘Em and then having a character narrate what’s going on. The script also shortchanges Leiter’s character.

But if the goal was to give Bond new life, "Casino Royale" is a smashing success. This Bond is not only licensed to kill but eager to get on with the job. I’d wager he’ll stay for as long as Craig wants him to. The success of his two following Bond movies will depend as much on the level of writing.

I’m looking forward to seeing how they turn out.

Saturday, November 18, 2006

SNW 10 Reading Progress

I've learned that as of Nov 17, 2006, Dean Wesley Smith has gotten through the first read of all submitted manuscripts. I believe that's somewhere in the neighborhood of 3000-4000 stories.

Lots of fun.

Dean has stated on his forum that he's picked out more than 190 stories for the Second Read List (SRL). Now he's working to cut that down to under 100. All the stories are supposed to be very good--and hard to pick from. So he's going to get brutal in the next go round.

By my rough calculations, SRL stories are in the top 4.75% of stories.

Around 25 stories, give or take, that are good enough to be in the anthology, but aren't picked go on the Alternate List (AL). They're in the top 1.20% of submissions.

And the 23 that make the cut into the SNW anthology are in the top 0.58%.

Whew!

I've been on the SRL in the last two years. I know that I turned in some really strong tales this year--better than what I've done before. Hopefully, I can make the jump from the SRL to the anthology--especially if SNW 10 will be the last hurrah.

As a latin saying goes, "Tempus omnia relevant."

"Time reveals everything" in other words.

Dean says he'll report after January 1, 2007. At that point I'll see if the gods're with me.

I wonder which ones I should make offerings to?
Abrams Still Not Committed to Directing Trek XI

Earlier this month, an article came out on SyFy portal regarding Trek XI.

Until the story and script has been finalized, Abrams says he's not sure that he's the right person to direct the upcoming Trek XI flick, which rumors're saying will dramatize the first Kirk-Spock meeting.

When I read between the lines, I have the feeling this is due in part to long talks he's had with Shatner, who told him that his Kirk character is "uncastable" and that Matt Damon's people have announced that the actor isn't interested in playing a young Kirk.

To me, this fits in the pattern of Abrams' behavior to date with many of his TV projects. He takes something on and is excited about it in the beginning, then falls out of love, gets restless, leaves someone else behind to handle it for him, then jumps to another project which he also abandons later on.

I had serious doubts when I heard that Abrams was selected to bring Trek back to the screen. A lot of good candidates were passed over, including director Bryan Singer ("X Men" 1 & 2 and "Superman Returns").

IMHO, Abrams is something of a dabbler who works with other people's ideas, but is unable to develop them over the long term once he exhausts the initial storylines of the first season or two.

People like Ron Moore ("Galactica" & "DS9"), Brad Wright ("SG1" & "Atlantis"), and Joss Whedon ("Buffy," "Angel," "Firefly," & "Serenity") stick with their projects through thick and thin.

I don't feel that Abrams has shown that quality so far. It's my impression that he's having trouble making his young Kirk story float, so he's getting ready to pass the buck along to someone else while he goes back to playing musical chairs with his other projects.

Incidentally, I would prefer to see a Trek film with new characters and storylines. At the very least, something with a new chapter set in TNG, DS9, or ENT.

Boris

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

SIT REP

Hey all,

I've been busy with a major work project, but it's done now. :-)

I can concentrate on a few more things, like maybe a flick review or two.

I did manage to finish a rewrite of a space opera short story that I'm prepping for WOTF. I'll likely rewrite it yet again though...

The previous draft was 5500 words. Thanks to comments I got from James Patrick Kelly, I threw out the original set up and middle, but kept the end. The current draft is 9400 words.

Damn.

The longest short story I've written in a lil' while. I wasn't going for that length, but that's where the new premise went.

And I also changed the title from "Honor and Justice" to "The Way of the Peacemaker."

I'll be curious to hear the thoughts of the next person who comments on this before I send it off to WOTF. :-)

I'm also waiting for a crit on a comic SF tale of mine by author Gregory Frost. An online interview of him is available here.

And I'll get back to work on some scripts now.

Sunday, October 29, 2006

SIT REP

Hey all,

I've been busy with a major work project that still isn't done... :-(

Adding a Mulitmedia Library to my website and some bells and whistles to this blog have only put me behind. But I'll finish it.

Writing wise, I'm up to page 31 and 5573 words of my SF space opera short tale that I'm prepping for Writers of the Future. I'd say that I'm 3/4 of the way through.

So near, yet so far...

I'm looking forward to writing up some reactions to a film or two once I finish my project.

Things are going a little slow, but they're going.

Later.

Friday, October 13, 2006


FILM COMPANY RESPONSE TO "HEAVEN'S MANDATE"

Hey all,

I called up a contact today at Jerry Weintraub Productions. She said her company has to pass on my Chinese Joan of Arc script, BUT I can approach her when I have a script appropriate for Warner Bros.

Woohoo!

So I've got two companies, Tapestry Films and Jerry Weintraub Productions, which I can approach with a romantic comedy I'm getting set to redraft later this year. I wrote the first draft in the UCLA Professional Program under screenwriter Alex Metcalf. It's called "Twice in a Lifetime."

Logline: A widowed man and an engaged woman seek their perfect match with one another.

When it's ready, I'll send it out to all the major contests in 2007 along with "Heaven's Mandate," and an American "Master and Commander" script I've dubbed "Stars and Stripes Forever."

Now I have to hook "Heaven's Mandate" up with a film company that'll want to do it whether in Hollywood or Hong Kong. Winning in the top contests next year will help.

Looking forward to putting my screenwriting cap back on when I'm through with my fiction.

Later.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

LESLIE WHAT CRIT

On Sunday, 10-8-06, I got a crit from Leslie What on a teen fantasy tale of mine I dubbed "The Dance." Saying that I'm "fortunate" doesn't begin to cover it. I'm no teen fantasy guru and she did a fantastic job, outlining an easy and hard choice for me to take when I rewrite the story.

Unfortunately, I'm going to pick the hard choice. :-(

"The Dance" is about an ugly duckling teen girl who competes with a beauty queen classmate for a boy with a love potion that's not a love potion.

I'm preparing it for WOTF. An alternate market at Leslie's recommendation is Cicada.

I wrote "The Dance" based on 3 writing prompts: an unattractive person, a distinct smell, and a bowling ball.

I went with a teen girl and geraniums and made the ball magic. I'll be curious to see how the story turns out when I finish rewriting the story of mine that James Patrick Kelly commented on.

Sunday, October 08, 2006

SIT REP

Let's see...

I'm up to 3128 words on my third Writers of the Future (WOTF) story after 2-3 weeks of eking out 1-2 pages a day 4-5 times a week.

I'm eagerly awaiting comments on my first WOTF sub from Leslie What.

Don't know yet who'll crit my second WOTF tale, but it will be looked at come 10-16-06 or so.

Very excited.

Once I finish off my WOTF stuff, I'm putting my screenwriting cap back on.

Looking forward to Clint Eastwood's WW II flick "Flags of Our Fathers" in a few weeks.

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

SNW 10: The final edition?

I just learned that there's some serious doubt about the Star Trek Strange New Worlds (SNW) 11 anthology coming out.

What's definite is that editor Dean Wesley Smith announced on his forum that he will definitely give up the reins after assembling SNW 10.

If Pocket Books decides to continue the SNW anthology series, they'll have to do it without Dean.

It's been a great opportunity to first learn from Dean and his wife Kristine Kathryn Rusch at their final Oregon Master Class in 2004 and then submit to SNW.

I've learned a lot of lessons that I'm appling to my writing in both fiction and film.

I'd actually expected this to happen sooner because Dean did say at the 2004 Master Class that he had some projects in the hopper. SNW has had a great 10 year run, but, as every scientist knows, nothing escapes the law of entropy.

If the gods're with me, one of my Trek stories will make its contribution to the SNW library.

Sunday, October 01, 2006


"FEARLESS" REVIEW


Martial-arts films have entered a classic, high-style period to which Jet Li is well suited, and will be missed. They have an appealing blend of rich visual style (beyond the action) and mythic storytelling

"Fearless" in particular doubles as a hymn to Chinese nationalism and traditional eastern virtues. "Mastering others is strength. Mastering yourself makes you fearless." This quote from Lao Tzu, the father of Taoism, forms the premise for the film’s title, and underlies the emergence, fall, and rebirth of real-life Chinese martial-arts master Huo Yuanjia (played by Li).

The film is loosely based on the life of Huo, who lived from 1868-1910, and his exploits as a master of wushu (the general Chinese term for martial arts), which raised national morale during the period when troubled China was dismissed as "The Sick Man of the East."

We shoot into a Shanghai arena in 1910 to find Huo creatively putting a hurt on some foreign opponents. We're in the middle of a public match, one blatantly rigged to humiliate China. Three European challengers go down quickly, and a tough-looking Japanese master, Anno Tanaka (Shido Nakamura), steps into the ring for the final showdown.

As Huo readies to face Tanaka, the film flashes back to his boyhood in northern Tianjin, showing his father holding back and thereby losing a public martial arts bout. Huo, furious, takes on the victor’s preening son--and gets the tar beaten out of him. Despite his father’s opposition, Huo trains in the martial arts and becomes a local celebrity, but loses sight of what's important--family and integrity. Huo eventually challenges a rival master in a brutal battle over a seeming slight. His victory, however, turns to ashes when his opponent dies and Huo learns that he was misled about the insult and his mother and daughter lose their lives as a result of his actions.

Up to this point "Fearless" has had plenty of action, and accomplished naturally, without a lot of wire work or CGI effects; now it becomes quieter and meditative as the broken Huo finds himself in a distant Hobitton-like rural area, where he’s practically adopted by Moon, a blind peasant girl (Chinese TV star Betty Sun), and her wise Yoda-like grandmother. He learns while working in the rice paddies the virtues of humility, self-control and fidelity to the ancient ways. Huo and Moon enter into a chaste, underdeveloped romance. But Moon's inspiration reminds Huo that martial arts have their Zen side, that the word "wushu" combines two words that mean "stop war"--and that reinforces this film's sometimes incongruous pacifist themes.

After an unnamed score of years, Huo returns home, where he’s disturbed to see the Chinese kowtowing to exploitive westerners. He seeks help from his oldest friend, restaurateur Nong Jinsun (Dong Yong) to establish the Jingwu Sports Federation in Shanghai as a place to teach the true wushu way of focusing as much on spiritual self-awareness as on pure technique and to fight "with honor and civility". His success against a U.S. strongman (Aussie Nathan Jones) leads the foreigners to set up the four-against-one tournament to destroy his popularity. At this point the film reverts to the opening, with the final match against Tanaka, who proves to be a true samurai-in-spirit when his sponsors seek to win by dishonorable means. That scene excites and pulls heartstrings.

Yes, the story is pretty standard. Funny at times and both sincere and serious at others, though it stumbles occasionally when the plot gets predictable and sentimental. But the film benefits from the work of Yuen Woo-ping, who staged the numerous fight scenes with gusto, and the behind-the-camera crew: Poon Hang-seng’s cinematography is grittier than a lot of modern Asian cinema but just as sumptuous. Both Kenneth Mak’s art direction and Thomas Chung’s costumes are exceptional. And editors Virginia Katz and Richard Learoyd seamlessly integrate the quieter expository material and the explosive combat sequences. "House of Flying Daggers" composer Shigeru Umebayashi provides a sumptuous score as well. Not to mention Li’s amazing showmanship (I hope to be that agile at 42).

In terms of production value and dazzling action, the film rivals "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" (2000) and "Hero" (2002), the latter being considered by many as Li's best recent work. "Fearless" also features a smiling, charismatic Li that hasn't been seen much since his "Once Upon a Time in China" series in which he played another real-life Chinese legend, Wong Fei-hung.

The film offers Li a few opportunities to stretch dramatically. Different subplots deal with Huo's flaws as a son and father, his strained friendship with his boyhood friend, Jinsun, and his romance with Moon (one very self-sufficient blind woman). Li is too young for the early scenes, but they still work. And, at the end, when Li's current age matches Huo's, he's able to give the part a depth and gravity that this kind of movie, unless directed by Ang Lee or Zhang Yimou, often doesn't have.

I came into the film with somewhat low expectations, but "Fearless" is director Ronny Yu's best work since his 1993 Hong Kong hit "The Bride With White Hair." Since then, he's come to America and made some busts like "Freddy vs. Jason," "Warriors of Virtue," and a "Chucky" sequel.

Reportedly, a major 40 minutes were cut from the film, right before its American release. The subplot of Michelle Yeoh’s character for one thing was edited out. A body will just have to look for a DVD version later. This explains the condensed storytelling, but "Fearless" doesn't feels gutted and still exhilarates and inspires.

"Fearless" deserves an audience larger than the one that already plans to seek it out. Sold as a martial-arts film, it's also the type of film that deserves to draw the kind of moviegoers who came out to gaze with wonder at "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon"--a film that was geared not just to genre enthusiasts but was also sold as a "serious" movie suitable for a discriminating mainstream audience.

The story is told simply and clearly, and in striking visual terms. The fights themselves, including one on a high, nose-bleeding platform, and the numerous weapon combats are done simply and clearly, without too much editing razzle dazzle--a bit like the classical, lean way Fred Astaire and Gene Kelly filmed their dances.

In a way, martial arts movies are like musicals. Their soul lies in their action routines, but the best of them need a strong, supporting story to set off those scenes. "Fearless" isn't in the class of "Crouching Tiger," where the drama and the action fuse on a sublime level. But it's a personal project for Li, who loves his character of Huo Yuanjia and wants to use Huo’s story to raise his countrymen's spirits.

This story of China fighting for self-respect in the early 1900s plays well with today’s Far East Asian audiences because it nods to China's rising prosperity and confidence as a world power. Li's character symbolizes China itself, moving ahead by uniting past and present, urban and rural, clan and clan.

Jet Li has also stated that it’s his goal to express his personal philosophies about the balance between humility and self-respect, and the coexistence of violence and peace. The film is his chance "to use a violent story to talk about a nonviolent idea." Violence in service of serenity in other words.

Though "Fearless" is a story with incredibly staged fight scenes every 10 minutes, it is, first and foremost, about inner peace. It's brazenly sentimental with no major villain beyond Huo Yuanjia's flawed, impulsive self. And it preaches earnest Buddhist ideals; the post-enlightenment Huo tends to make statements like, "Competitions can uncover our weaknesses and open a path to discovery."

The film mentions the Jingwu Federation’s guiding principle of "mind, body and soul." Here, in my opinion, "Fearless" glosses over a major point. Kung fu, as practiced by the monks of the Shaolin temple, was a vehicle for attaining enlightenment. Self-discipline, good health, and the ability to defend oneself came as a consequence of practice, but weren’t the end goals. Through meditation and learning to master physical techniques, practitioners came to sharpen their minds and cleanse their spirits. When one takes martial arts to their end, one need not fight at all. A point that "Fearless" doesn’t dwell on.

In clarifying his public statement about the movie marking the end of his career as a martial arts star, Jet Li has said that it is only the last film in which he will practice the strenuous traditional wushu style of masters like Huo Yuanjia. At 43, Li’s body won’t allow him the acrobatic feats of athleticism that the genre demands. He will however continue to perform parts that utilize his skills in various action films as he works to build his reputation as a serious actor.

"Fearless" may be only his last martial-arts epic, which certainly leaves a lot of windows open.

(Note: Those interested are welcome to read an excerpt of my UCLA contest-winning Chinese Joan of Arc script, "Heaven's Mandate".)