I still mourn the loss of Roger Ebert from our world. Oh sure, it had to happen sooner or later, and the last invasion of cancer in his body likely had him believing it would be rather soon. But there are deaths in the world where even people who only know the deceased through their work feel it for years after the fact. Roger Ebert‘s ability to impart facts about the workings of the film industry and inform the audience in poetic terms about what they can expect from a film were second to none.
Jello Biafra once said “Do not hate the media, become the media”. What he meant with this quip is subject to interpretation, but I have always interpreted as urging the audience to replace a media that is not serving them with one that does. I say this because the subject of today’s article, Roger Ebert, was one of the few things left in the mainstream media that I did not actively hate. Continue Reading
Last night, out of sheer boredom, I went to the local video rental outlet and rented a threesome of BDs for viewing. These were Dark Shadows, The Devil’s Double, and Iron Sky. It is the last of these that I will talk about here, as it contains some interesting ideas on a few different levels.
Iron Sky was made independently on an admitted budget of about seven and a half million Euros. I do not know if this rule applies with independent European cinema, but in Hollywood, when a studio admits to spending seven and a half million the reality is usually that they spent closer to ten or twelve million. Having said that, Iron Sky also trounces Hollywood in a number of ways. It is not a perfect film by any means, but it is far better than it has any right to be when all of the elements are examined individually.
Everyone who is old enough to be admitted to a theatre showing films like The Devil’s Double without adult supervision knows what a Nazi is. But few people know that there is one of those insane conspiracy theories circulating that has it that the Nazis established a base on the dark side of the moon, where they plot to one day take over the world. This conspiracy theory forms the basis of Iron Sky‘s plot. The year is 2018, and an American President sends people to the moon as an approval ratings stunt. Although the moon landing in the story is grossly oversimplified, as are much of the science elements, the sequence in which the astronauts discover Nazis and a Swastika-shaped base really put the hook in me.
But I would not be going to the effort to write about this film if not for one thing. You see, the astronaut that ends up being taken into the Nazis’ moonbase as a prisoner is, like eight point eight million other Americans, black. The character, James Washington, is played by one Christopher Kirby, a man tall enough to stand toe to toe with Götz Otto and not get laughed at. The entire film is a parody of American politics, but it takes the unusual step of delivering the satire by paralleling and contrasting American behaviour with that of one of the few regimes that we can all agree deserved to get its arse kicked by Americans.
A lot of the jokes in Iron Sky skirt so close to being offensive or in bad taste that it is difficult to watch them until the punchline is delivered, whereupon one looks back and laughs. In the first act, Washington is injected with some form of chemical concoction that turns him “white”. I am not sure whether this effect was intentional or not, but during the parts of the film in which Washington is meant to appear “white”, he does not look it. Yes, there are all different tones of what we call black, just like there are all different tones of white. But Washington during these parts of the film looks more like a black man who has been receiving absolutely no dietary iron since he was fully-grown (if ever). This, in itself, would mean nothing, but for reasons best known to the filmmakers, everyone including other Americans insists on addressing him as if he were well… white.
If anyone out there in the land of the ‘net who is black can help me better understand this aspect of the film, then please enlighten me. It is a bit confusing and disconcerting, in a deeper sense, to behold.
Also worth noting is that far from feeling admitted into a world of (relative) privilege or heightened ease of living, being made “white” makes Washington feel as if everything has been taken from him. This is a great touch to the story, and I applaud Iron Sky‘s makers for not going the ignorant route and showing Washington living it up as a white man. You could darken my skin until I disappear on a lit street at midnight, but you will never give me the ability to understand what it is to be black. Add to this that whatever else Washington is, he was obviously privileged enough in his normal life to be allowed to visit the moon (an expensive endeavour). So not only did the moon Nazis rob him of his most uniquely identifying characteristic, they robbed him of everything he was connected to as himself. Nobody recognises him in his “white” form, making the incredulity that the heroine displays at his reactions all the more ironic.
This is an awesome plot point because you can take any minority group, whether it be Hispanics in America or the autistic around the world, just to name two examples, and apart from some cosmetic changes to the mechanics, the story plays exactly the same way.
Another awesome plot thread in Iron Sky revolves around the Charlie Chaplin film The Great Dictator. On the Nazi moonbase, the heroine, one Renate Richter (portrayed by Julia Dietze), teaches propaganda to the children who appear to have grown up on the moonbase. Leaving aside the physical and immunological complications of this for the time being, you would be inclined to think that it would be absurd for Nazis who want to make their young believe in the cause watch this film. And you would be right. What the Nazis show to the children is a severely edited form of The Great Dictator. I am not sure what else is in the ten minute edit that Renate shows to the children, but all we see in Iron Sky is Charlie Chaplin playing with the world globe. Renate is clearly unaware that this is an edit. Later, when she is wandering what appears to be New York with Washington, she happens upon a theatre that is showing The Great Dictator. She goes in proclaiming to Washington about what a wonderful film it is, and comes out very distraught, her viewpoint of both the film and Adolf Hitler thoroughly shattered.
Many people have said that editing is the soul of cinema. Roger Ebert proclaimed that in the case of The Brown Bunny, editing was its salvation. But as I have mused about in the presence of others, it is remarkable how editing can change a film. You would be hard-pressed to find a more anti-Hitler film from the 1940s than The Great Dictator. But chop it down enough in just the right places…
Is Iron Sky a great film? Hardly. Although it is a great effort and a novel idea, it is also very clumsy with a lot of its content. The President shown in the film would have been a good riff upon the Presidency of the United States, but it goes too far with too little depth. The Republicans might think they can bully the rest of the world into submission, but the current President is a horse of a very different colour to his predecessors, and I do not mean just racially. Add to this the absolute lack of subtlety in what Iron Sky‘s President does as a plot point, and basically every scene involving her falls flat.
But when Iron Sky gets it right, and this means any scene with Julia Dietze or Christopher Kirby in it, it gets it right to a degree commensurate with films that cost at least twenty times as Iron Sky did to put together. Plans for both a sequel and a prequel have been announced, both of which I hope benefit from more work on the screenwriting stage. A few tightenings and further explorations here and there would have done the finished result a world of good.
In other words, go and see it. We need to support films that are made for and by intelligent grown-ups a lot more. And in spite of its shortfalls, Iron Sky is mostly that.
Some time ago now, the great but ailing media pundit Roger Ebert wrote a statement to the effect that videogames are not art. He gave some reasons why. And the whinging from fanboy idiots who were clearly too young to even know what the word Atari means in this particular context was precious to behold. Not because Ebert‘s critique of videogames as an industry was especially well-informed, but rather because the near-illiterate responses betrayed a simple fact about the people making them. Specifically, they had no idea what the word art really means. Continue Reading
Roger Ebert is one of the great pundits of the twentieth century. His work spans a number of different subjects, but I am sure that if he and I were engaged in conversation about it, he would not dispute my statement that for him, the bread and butter has always been in film criticism. Continue Reading
So after years of speculation about a prequel to Alien that explains where the “space jockey” and its ilk came from, Prometheus finally hit theatres this week. The funny thing about this is that such an idea had been in the works since around the time that the abominable Alien VS. Predator
piece of shit film had been released.
(Oh yeah, if you are planning on going to see Prometheus and want to be completely surprised, stop reading now.) Continue Reading
As a semi-early adopter of the Blu-ray Disc format, I have noticed two distinct patterns in terms of which releases I will line up to buy next. On the one hand, I will buy a lot of discs where I have heard good things about the film therein (or seen it as a rental) and am willing to take a punt. Examples of that include Crank: High Voltage or Machete. On the other hand, there are films I saw repeatedly as a boy and, since coming to fully grok the benefits of progressive video and lossless audio, have been dying of curiosity to learn how they scrubbed up on the new format. Aliens and the series it is part of (to one extent or another) is an example of that. Continue Reading