Hell Week …. Embracing the Suck

Drown-proofing.

This week, I’ve finally experienced some form of burn-out at work.

May has started with a weariness I didn’t expect, especially after the high of the end of April. This week, from the 3rd to the 9th has been one of bizarre lethargic shifts, lack of athletic prowess and a low-energy vibe running throughout the entire experience.

My lack of fighting spirit resulted in multiple days where time seemed to stretch on forever, and even now as I write during my shift, on Mother’s Day, this 4 hour stint at work has dragged on for what seems like infinity. I suspect if I die and am sent to hell, and I’m not a very religious guy, my personal hell would designed around a sheer lack of speed and efficiency. I would go mad with insanity at the pace in which life seem to drag on forever.

But let’s avoid giving the ruler of the underworld any more ideas.

This week has served as a crucial reminder to me to get a move on with my life. The conditions at my retail store has deteriorated to such a level, that I am now desperate to quit, instead of sticking around for longer.

It all started on Monday, when out of the blue, without any real warning, there was a call to consolidate stock across the entirety of Victoria and relocate excess stock found in one store to another lacking it.

This meant that I, on my own, had to pack over 100 different SKUs (stock keeping unit) into boxes and have them individually sorted for 13 different stocks across Victoria.

I was given until the EOD (End of Day) Tuesday to accomplish this task.

24 hours. Solo. 7 hours per shift, and still having to serve customers, up-sell, get membership and tell customers about promotions.

I was not given any extra help, because my staff were unable to come in on such short notice and that is not how my company operates.

They took items away from my store, that I knew would sell and boost my sales numbers if they had stayed. Now, instead of being a highly productive and profitable store, it would suffer due to the lack of stock. They had leveled the playing field, so that instead of several good stores, we were now all equally shit.

I was livid.

They were asking the impossible, demanding the ridiculous and cavalier with their care for staff. I knew my area manager would never order such an unreasonable request. It had to be higher up.

I immediately voiced my complaint to her in the weekly meeting. She was diplomatic and hinted that it was upper management’s fault.

I gave a very strongly worded complaint to the head of HR. It was ignored for 2 days before they came back to me. The answer was corporate bullshit, barely apologetic and served only to irritate me further.

I ended up pushing my physical limits in my shift of Tuesday to finish the job. EOD Tuesday meant that surely they would pick up the huge stack of boxes I had made by that very night right? What was the point of putting such a ridiculous deadline if it wasn’t urgent?

To my incredulity, they didn’t bother to pick it up until Thursday evening. I was extremely unhappy. I talked shit about the company to my group of friends I had made. I complained and whinged to other managers. One of them was sympathetic and had been vocal in her defence of her staff. The answers she received back showed her the true colours of upper management.

“We don’t care about the morale of your staff. My boss told me to get it done and so now I’m telling you to do it.”

She was so shocked and embittered that she decided to hand in her resignation. They didn’t even thank her properly. Just wished her well on whatever next journey she would take on.

She is the manager of one of the flagship stores in Melbourne. An invaluable asset. An incredibly hard worker, with the ability to turn any store around into something special. She had inherited the flagship store when it was in utter shambles and doing remarkably poorly. It was she who stabilised it, molded it into something neater, fuller and more profitable.

She was let go without a second’s thought. As if, someone of her experience and work ethic would just come along and take over her role with ease.

I couldn’t believe it. This was bordering on the ludicrous. Verging on the very edge of lunacy.

This corpo style of swapping out people like tools was like an anathema to me. In all my years of being a leader, I had always prided myself on looking after my people. I would treat all my volunteers, from newbies to veterans, with all the same care and loyalty. I liked to inspire people to follow me.

I didn’t see them as tools. I saw them as important friends and people that helped me achieve something special. I would never swap them out if they didn’t want to quit. If they left, I would say no hard feelings and accept it. If they stayed, I would reward them and make sure I looked after them.

My retail store offered neither of these experiences.

All these revelations occurred on Wednesday as I walked around the store, oddly despondent and lackadaisical. It was like a getting hit with a emotional hammer. I had kind of enjoyed my new role as a manager. It was difficult and tough, but I thought I was doing alright and that the company kind of had my back, despite the hardships.

I couldn’t be more wrong. Even worse, the flagship manager actually used to run my store that I had inherited. Upper management, upon hearing I was willing to accept the role, had forced her to move onto the current flagship store. She didn’t have a say in the matter.

To dump guilt atop of the righteous anger I felt … honestly broke something inside of me. I thought she was willing to move, that she was ready for an upgrade to something with even more responsibility. But now, it turned out, I had forced her aside and now she was quitting …

The shame I felt, lasted throughout this entire week. It threw me off my usual exercise routine, off my athletic ability in my weekly friendly game of badminton, off my diet and off my overall energy levels.

Only this part of me, the writer inside, continues to be strong, channeling all my emotional distress into something creative and therapeutic.

To top this entire shitty week off, my obsession with Formula 1 races was ruined by a man who keeps on winning and dominating the sport, in a dominating car and whom the world keep singing praises of constantly.

Having said all of this though, I do feel a bit better. The major lesson I’ve learnt from all of this horribleness is that I need to get a move on and finding a job in the events industry which is where I want to stay for the rest of my life and career.

It is in events that I became something of a leader and innovator, and where I can really help my friends and raise them up with me.

I cannot wait to quit this damn job in a couple of months and wash my hands of this terrible management style.

Somehow, no matter the job, I will always be displeased with someone from up high giving me orders.

Perhaps I really do have Oppositional Defiant Disorder (ODD).

I will always be the odd one out and disobedient and vindictive towards authority.

Associate it with arrogance … define it as defiance … name it non-compliant .. hell, indicate it as insubordination but I’d rather go down swinging than blindly obey orders.

Especially when they don’t make sense and they come from a person who I don’t respect.

I’m a recalcitrant sonvuabitch … and I’ll die that way, being a pain in the ass than meekly accepting my fate.

I’ll take the whole world on, if I think it is wrong.

That is the only way I can come to term with how much things suck. By being headstrong and unruly.

I’ve been here long enough … it’s time to make a move and get the hell out of Dodge.

~ Damocles

Tom Clancy’s Without Remorse (2021) – Cinema Review

Y/N? No.

Director: Stefano Solima

Stars: Michael B. Jordan, Jamie Bell, Jodie Turner-Smith & Guy Pearce.

Review by Damocles.

Please stop giving military action thrillers a bad name with piss-poor entries like this.

Placed in developmental hell for years, Without Remorse more or less fizzle as badly as its explosions on screen.

Watching this film, I was given a keen sense of deja vu regarding one of my earliest attempts at writing film critiques, American Assassin back in 2017 for my burgeoning journalism career in university.

When I watched American Assassin, I was able to predict many of the plot twists, lines and action beats with eerie ease. I had read the source material, and was majorly disappointed with how much they had diverged from the original novel, and how the screenwriters had butchered the original premise which made the book and story so compelling.

In addition, as a keen military researcher and avid shooting fan, I was more or less assaulted with feelings of incredulous disbelief and anger at how wrong a lot of the military advice and equipment were presented in that film.

Without Remorse manages to outdo the feelings I had whilst watching American Assassin and insult the military/espionage thriller genre even further than that film ever did.

Both films suffer from what I call the Call of Duty syndrome, where a lot of the cool moments and action plays out like a sequence in the titular video game series and it is not compelling viewing. I mean, there is even a moment where the main character, John Kelly, shoots a red barrel and it explodes, wounding the enemies around it.

Let that sink in for a second … we have a film where a red barrel explodes.

The video game comparison does not end there however, as this film was co-written by Taylor Sheridan and Will Staples. Sheridan, a man I thought I could trust, especially after his Frontier trilogy, had stirred me back to the reality where even the greats can fall. But it is Will Staples, that I wish to focus on, because there are a lot of moments that truly echo his previous work on the weakest link in the Modern Warfare trilogy …. Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3.

The plane sequence depicted in the film, echo a lot of the Russian hijacking mission in MW3, as did a lot of the action where our titular heroes seem impervious to gunfire and can shoot with pinpoint accuracy. You can read below in the “MILITARY NITPICKING” for more details on this element. However, spoilers are there, so be forewarned!

I found myself thoroughly underwhelmed by the violence depicted in this film. The PG-13 rating was a terrible mistake, considering this is not the type of film that would be marketed towards children in the first place and a lot more enjoyment would be had if there were proper blood effects in the film. Much of the action sequences were filmed very flatly, without any real energy behind the camera and a lot of the geography and choreography of a fight sequence was confusing or uninspired.

At least in American Assassin there was a lot of blood being sprayed everywhere and some proper gruesome kills.

What made the action even more disenchanting was how “inaccurate” a lot of the military movements on display were. I am not particularly highlighting the tactics and weapon handling (more on that in the section below), but more the way how enemies couldn’t seem to shoot straight, despite only being 5 metres apart, the lack of gunfire actually being employed, and the overall sound design and choreography.

This lends the film a very cheap feel with a lot of the explosions looking flat, the sets equally dull and some of the larger CGI landscapes suffering from a strange uncanny valley feeling. Contrast this to the surprise hit of Extraction (2020) which was filmed on a shoestring budget of 65 million USD, there is a noticeable difference in how a talented director can bring a heightened fun to the film, in spite of limitations, like only being able to use airsoft guns and having to CG all the muzzle flashes and blood. Extraction surpassed expectations by being kinetic in its’ camerawork, starring a more charismatic performance, and creating a more compelling narrative.

Yes, both films have a strange colour tint to it, can look cheap at times, and cast extraordinarily handsome leads but when you compare the two films, you can see how one film is truly trying and the other is just being trying.

However I have waxed lyrical enough about comparing Without Remorse to other similar films on giant streaming platforms. What of the characters, the plot, and the music?

The plot is as generic as it can get, with a lot of film being spoiled in the actual trailers being released. I found the hook regarding the set-up between Russia and the U.S. more compelling than the emotional angle, which is precisely the element that tends to drive the Tom Clancy’s universe. But neither were done particularly well to elevate the film to anything.

The characters are arguably the worst part of the film, with so many thin sketches of characters that it seems almost laughable at how many poor decisions and lines were given to them. Michael B. Jordan does what he can with the material given to him, but not even his natural charisma elevate his character beyond anything but a dull military man obsessed with revenge and somehow being the only one able to piece the puzzle together.

Other characters are given zero arcs and many of them are as forgettable as they come, with no real attempts being made to actually give them time to breathe, emote and play a more compelling part in the narrative.

To care about the action on-screen, is to care about the characters. That is one of the fundamental rules of action cinema.

This film blatantly ignores this film and only sets up the thinnest of lines for secondary characters to off them a few moments later.

I found the performance of Jodie Turner-Smith’s to be particularly stiff. I am still very puzzled as to why she was included in the film, but then her casting as Karen Greer, a inverse female replacement for the venerable “James Greer” never sat well with me, and I was admittedly taken out of the film by the inclusion of a female U.S. Navy SEAL. It did little to help the cause when she barely emoted throughout the film, nor show any signs of actually changing throughout the film.

To clarify, I don’t have an issue with the concept of a female special forces operator, I just wished it was handled better in fiction and reality. An all-female special forces unit, named something else other than SEAL would be just as combat-effective in the right context, but I dislike the idea of lowering BUD/s to accommodate for female operators.

Men and Women are different. There is nothing wrong with that. It should be celebrated that women can do things men can’t and vice versa. Both have their place on the battlefield, just applied in different ways and in different arenas.

Finally, we come to the score by Jonsi.

It can be summed up as “forgettable”. I wished a more talented composer like Ramin Djawadi did work on this film, as his compositions on the short-lived series, Medal of Honor (2010) is actually the perfect contemporary military music for the current era. I have always loved his twin scores for the series and I could easily see it working well in this film.

Note that I haven’t even mentioned anything of substance regarding the cinematography. Because there was none. Everything was shot as flat and dull as possible and even potential interesting moments were filmed so perfunctory, that you almost missed them out of boredom.

Overall, Tom Clancy’s Without Remorse is doubtless an attempt by Amazon to capitalise on the success of their Jack Ryan series and expand their Tom Clancy IP.

I just wished it was a lot better.

There was so much potential here, from the cast to the director and the universe it was set in. I particularly would have liked it more if they removed the typical revenge element and leaned harder into the political spectrum of the story.

There has still not been a good film made where political deals and backroom decisions affect real-time military operations. I think the contrast between the clean, treacherous streets of D.C. and the dirty but brother-like environment of a warzone could really create a unique story and compelling viewing experience.

This was not an enjoyable watch, from a good or bad experience. Instead it proved itself to be the worst kind of film … uninspired and dull, wishing you could take back the hour and a half of your life and pour it into something more productive.

A scene to recall: See the screenshot below … that is the only interesting shot, an image of a Huey flying away on a CG landscape.

The only decent shot in the film … and it doesn’t even feature any stars.

MILITARY NITPICKING (SPOILERS BELOW)

As a keen military nerd (“milsimp”), I was annoyed at the lack of military knowledge they employed in this film. A franchise written by Tom Clancy has always had the latest information and technology employed by the forces in his fictional universe and I was disappointed by the portrayal of the military units in this film. This list below, is probably only targeted at people who are up to speed on the latest military knowledge and tactics so be warned that this is probably useless factual information.

  1. Weapon handling always seem to be a weak point in cinema nowadays. They seem to still be hiring out-of-touch weapon advisors, with very little updates on the latest methodology for the manual of arms. I did not see a single “U.S. Navy SEAL” perform a high ready or low ready placement in the entire film, something that is now commonly taught across all military units in the world.
  2. No doubt due to the budget, but a lot of the “uniforms” used in the film are very … odd choices. The most realistic outfits were equipped at the beginning of the film, but as the film went further and further along, the clothing worn by the men began to stretch the limit of realism. Skinny tactical pants are an unlikely development, even though they look damn good on Michael B. Jordan’s athletic frame. I was particularly disappointed with the outfits they chose for an infiltration into Russia. Where are the infamous Addidas tracksuits? A real military unit would also hesitate to bring people of different ethnicity into country, for the obvious reason of standing out.
  3. Another odd choice were the weapons used by the unit when infiltrating Russia. Where are all the AK weapon platforms? A deep cover unit would be using foreign weapons to blend with the locals. An AK is just as good of a gun as the AR-15 and I don’t see any reasons why they wouldn’t be equipped with tricked out AKs.
  4. To go a little further, I was even more confused when John Kelly character was equipped with an G36K of all weapons. Especially considering that he is a SEAL, and on Russian soil, the old workhorse of the German Bundeswehr is an odd choice considering its close affiliation with NATO. Even more odd to me was the fact that he was using the K model which is the largest version of the G36 for CQB purposes! Why he didn’t just use the G36C variant was confusing to me. At least his optic choices were suitable, although naturally Hollywood exaggerated the zoom of the ELCAN SpectreDR he had equipped on top of his G36K. It was even missing the red dot that is normally seen on that optic.
  5. I was equally perplexed by Greer’s choice of a Tavor TAR-21 which is almost exclusive to the IDF, another country not exactly known for its close ties to Russian forces. At least she chose a bullpup which was a lot more suitable for CQB situations than Kelly’s rifle. Also when her gun jammed, she should have checked before bursting into the room or have practiced her secondary transitions to the point where, the moment the weapon jammed, her pistol is up and cleared of its’ holster. She was tragically slow, very uncharacteristic for a SEAL.
  6. One final ballistic nitpick, from a gun-a-holic like myself is Kelly’s choice of a pistol for the house invasion sequence. The man bothered to buy a expensive Trijicon RMR for his pistol, but neglected to get himself a pistol light attachment for his home-defence gun? Any shooter, even civilians, are aware that you can’t shoot what you can’t see. The fact that he had to pick up a torch, and compromise his stance with the Weaver grip is … just bizarre, when you can literally actuate a Surefire X300U with your trigger finger and maintain a perfect thumbs forward grip. I was so baffled when I saw him pick up the torch separate and yet still have a RMR on his pistol. He should have known to buy a pistol light before a useless RMR that glows too bright in the dark. It wasn’t even a cheap Glock he used either! It was an Salient Arms model … he definitely had the money to buy a damn Surefire for that gun.
  7. The overall movie was suffering from inconsistent ballistic impacts. I mean, there was a scene where a Russian sniper had them pinned down with a goddamn Barrett M95 and the huge .50cal rounds didn’t even punch right through the wall. A round that large, and intimidating would have blown a hole through anything, regardless of plot armour. Then there was the cover that would protect Kelly, then wouldn’t … sometimes rounds would ping off the wall Kelly was hiding behind and other times … they would go right through and wound his shoulder. It was maddening. Not to mention the RPG sequence at the very start …. at such a short range, the RPG would never be able to arm itself and explode like it did in the film.
  8. Of equal confusion was the fact that the U.S. Military would exfiltrate a multi-million dollar investment known as a U.S. Navy SEAL team with a Cold War relic like the UH-1 Huey out of a known warzone called Aleppo, Syria. At minimum that bird would be flanked by AH-1 Cobras or AH-64 Apaches as escorts, ready to take out any insurgents with an RPG on their shoulders. For the SEALs, at the minimum you would expect a BlackHawk or a Little Bird for their extraction. Not a Vietnam-era workhorse.
  9. The NODs tubes that they used at the beginning of the film, looked a little old for a team that is supposed to be America’s tip of the spear. Of particular disappointment, is that they didn’t even use the damn things, nor actuate their weapon lights or AN/PEQ-15s …. none of them were hooked up on a pressure button either … so they are just for show.
  10. The HK-416 that Kelly uses at the beginning of the film had a very strange set-up. Normally SEALs use tried and true brands such as Aimpoint or EOTech for their optics. Kelly was running a Leupold Carbine Optic which is a very peculiar choice. There were also no visible weapon lights. Again … lights are always useful regardless of what gun you own or what training you have.
  11. The torch in his house after he got shot … why the hell did it spin so much for dramatic effect?
  12. You don’t talk about the mission until the debrief back at base. The fact that Kelly’s character kept pausing and discussing important plot points in the middle of a potential hot area annoyed me greatly.
  13. I disliked how the CIA agent at the beginning of the raid was not wearing BDUs …. like the rest of the team, just bedecked in flannel. That is not how spooks operate in the field. He might as well have been yelling to everyone he was CIA.
  14. How did Kelly get to a hospital after being shot 2-4 times? No one else knew he was being attacked … so who called the cops? Last I checked too, the house he was living in didn’t seem to have any neighbours so … how was he rescued?
  15. Greer should have been arrested for leaking state secrets. No one else would have sanctioned her actions.
  16. Shooting someone in the chest to puncture their lung … is not how bullets work. At least the fire stunt looked cool though.
  17. Police response time is not usually that quick, nor would the VIP leave without his bodyguards. He probably would have guessed what was going down and told his driver either to floor it or wait for his security team to catch up.
  18. Any sane military person would have just jumped out of a doomed 747 about to be shot down by a Russian fighter jet. To see them …. REMOVE their chute from their shoulders, especially at a height ready for a HALO jump made absolutely no sense. In addition, the fact that the plane crashed so soon after, also doesn’t translate well because HALO stands for High Altitude, Low Opening which meant that the plane should have been incredibly high up in the air. Additionally, 747 are also renowned for their toughness and durability, with several real recorded instances of successful landing after all 4 engines were shut down. In the film, only one was taken out by a missile, and if it was a true AA missile, the shrapnel form the missile would have destroyed everything inside a thin passenger airliner.
  19. Why was their gear strapped to the wall of the plane if they were just about to do a HALO jump? If anything, your equipment is the first thing to out the damn door and you always have your gun on you, strapped to your leg. If it was always meant to be a water landing, these SEALs would not be in civilian clothes either, but in proper SCUBA gear and ready to swim and then change into normal clothes once in-country, or at the very least be already sucking on oxygen, due to the extremely high altitude that they are flying at. Yet these guys were already having their 747 opened to the wind without any need to do any pre-breathing to void the nitrogen from their bloodstream.
  20. WHY fly a 747!?!? Most military infiltration techniques literally just disguise a C-130 Hercules or C-5 Galaxy as a commercial flight via radar and electronic suites. They do not actually need to fly a 747 to insert into a country. If anything the Russian pilot would be even more convinced that this was an ordinary plane if he did see a 747. I understand though that this was for budgetary reasons for the water stunt but from a military perspective, very odd choice.
  21. That much amount of C4 strapped to Rykov’s chest would have blown apart the entire 3 floors and killed Kelly with it.
  22. The entire sniper sequence would have resulted in the entire team dying. There is no way a sniper armed with those weapons and owning the superior angles would miss at such close range.
  23. There were also not enough rounds being fired to cover the team. In such a situation they would be unable to hear each other, due to the sheer amount of rounds being fired to cover the team. One of the first rules when engaged in a firefight is to gain fire superiority when ambushed or setting the ambush. Their weapons, with their higher capacity and at such close range should have dominated the snipers. They would also have provided first aid IMMEDIATELY after a team member got shot in the stomach instead of just waiting around for him to bleed out.
  24. The entire movie in fact lacked any proper battlefield medical applications in situations and preferred to cut around them, to move things along, something that bothered me greatly. One of the things that make military films so great is seeing how battle damage can be taken, healed and recuperated in the middle of a firefight.
  25. Blind firing is generally discouraged.
  26. The Russians soldiers would have easily dominated Kelly’s position atop the rooftop. But for some bizarre reason they didn’t crush him under huge amounts of suppressive fire or grenades. Oh wait, I forgot he has plot armour.
  27. Kelly also stayed up on the roof for far too long. A man of his training would have lobbed two grenades and then moved to another roof top immediately.
  28. Why the HELL did the team just drive right through the massive firefight between Kelly and the Russian troops!?!
  29. His uniform switch at the end was completely bullshit and he should have been coughing obnoxiously with the amount of smoke filling that staircase.
  30. Again … C4 does not work that way. Everything should have been emptied in that lobby when he threw it, even Kelly himself. Also, what an incredibly underwhelming explosion.
  31. The Rainbow nod at the end, has got me on complete edge. I do not want any of it. Please leave my beloved tactical shooter franchise alone.

That concludes my ridiculously nerdy rant about all the things wrong, form a military perspective in this film. Thanks for stopping by and indulging in my anger over this terribleness.

~ Damocles

The Mask of Zorro (IMPACT Series)

The Mask of Zorro (1998)

Welcome to the IMPACT series where I dissect notable and iconic sequences from games and movies, and how they broadened my mind and left a lasting impression on me, years to come. 

Do you know how to use that thing?

Yes! The pointy end goes into the other man ….

The Backdrop.

As a younger man, I was fortunate enough to be blessed with parents that had good taste in cinema. From my introduction to Star Wars by my mother no less, to the Life of Brian by my English comedy fanatic father, I think my love for film only grew more and more as I got older, until I finally became a full blown pretentious film critic upon viewing my first French drama called Three Worlds at the Melbourne French Film Festival.

The Mask of Zorro is one of my all-time favourite films, introduced to me by my mother, who seemed to switch interest in leading men, depending on what she heard from her artistic sisters. One day it might be an interest in Antonio Banderas, the other week there was an unrequited love for George Clooney in Ocean’s Eleven.

Regardless, The Mask of Zorro hit me at roughly the same age as the Alejandro Murietta, the titular lead of the film, when he saved Zorro’s life in the introductory scene. I felt the same amount of excitement and wonder and romance as Alejandro did, when watching Zorro fight off “hundreds” of Don Diego de la Vega’s soldiers.

Fast forward a few years and dramatic events later, the older Alejandro, portrayed by an incredibly charismatic and rougish Antonio Banderas, whose mannerisms I immediately began to mimic, then runs into the retired and original Zorro, played by the ever excellent Anthony Hopkins.

Thus the shenanigans begins …

Arguably still my favourite scene in cinematic history, showcasing the two leads’ flirtation with each other on screen.

The Impact.

First, I would like to address the type of film this is.

This is an old-school blockbuster film. In much of the same vein as The Mummy (1999) which actually came out a year later than Zorro, this is an adventure movie, with romance, revenge and realised characters. This is a film that almost solely gets by, on the chemistry of the leads and the strength of the story between the characters. The plot is fun, dramatic and really in service to allow how each character plays against one another.

It is a delicate balancing act, but Martin Campbell deftly weaves a lovely narrative and interplay between the antagonists and the protagonists. You see how both generations affect each other, the young dealing with the sins of the old, and how new life can be found amongst one another.

This old-school film is exactly what I adore, as a child and as an adult. It is everything I ask for in a film, with moments of incredible darkness (the scene between Captain Love and Alejandro was one of the most tense moments I’ve ever felt as a child, and ending the scene with that sip from the jar horrified me), the incredible romantic chemistry between Catherine Zeta-Jones and Antonio Banderas and the elder wisdom from Hopkins … there is everything to enjoy in this film and just have a fun ride.

The second impact that this film placed on me, was the romance. As a rather devoted heterosexual and admirer of women, I do understand that getting a Welsh actress to portray someone of Latin origin is problematic, but as a young man, I didn’t care and will freely admit that the character of Elena got me intrigued in Latina women (Yes, I am also aware of Hopkins casting as well). But it was the famous tango scene between the two of them that made me desire to have a dancing partner.

I think I’ve lost count the amount of times, I pretended to waltz, step and tango across the room with an invisible woman to the music of Spanish Tango by James Horner, but it has stuck with me very much in the same way Pulp Fiction’s Twist Contest dance did. However with all that extra energy, vigour and insane sensuality that Latin America is known for.

Need I mention the second dance that the two characters do with swords later? I think that scene speaks for itself and I will freely admit that in my university fencing days, I longed to disrobe a woman with the same precise swordplay Zorro performed.

The third impact was the music by the late James Horner. Whilst most audiences first experience with Horner’s musical mastery was the amazing Titanic, my first ever was Zorro and let me tell you, that alongside Jerry Goldsmith’s work in The Mummy, these were scores that were etched forever in my mind.

Nothing quite captures the spirit of adventure, romance, fun and derring-do like the drums, guitars and horns of Zorro’s score. Just go ahead and listen to The Plaza of Execution and tell me, you can’t imagine Zorro fighting a hundred men in his cape, mask and hat, alongside his trusty steed Tornado.

And that is just the first song … my all time favourite and one that I used to fence to, was Stealing the Map. It perfectly armed me mentally for my fencing bouts and I felt invincible when flailing my foil around.

I miss Horner’s work immensely. He just had that uncanny ability to mix adventure and romance in his melodies and I am forever grateful for his work, especially in The Rocketeer (1991).

The final element that influenced me greatly, alongside Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl is something I’ve already hinted at … fencing.

Having done 3 years of Olympic style fencing, I can rightfully say that swordsmanship has changed much over the years since Zorro was on-screen, but the spirit of having fun while wielding deadly sharp blades remain true to this day. Swords, unlike guns, have a fascinating elegance and beauty to them. They are an extension of you and serve as a strange way of communicating with your opponent. The way how blades clash and dance around you, is a wholly unique experience and I am forever grateful that I grew up watching films with amazing sword choreography.

But it was this film that really showed me how swords were supposed to be wielded. You don’t swing wildly and yel intimidatingly. Instead you lower yourself into an en garde position, and with minimalist movements defend yourself and wound your opponent.

As a child, I loved the training montage, but as an adult fencer, I appreciate it ever more now, for its flashy but functional depiction in how swordsmanship is actually meant to be. The swordplay in this film, compared to others, really showcase how fencing is all about expression as it is an incredibly elegant way to kill.

As a young man … this scene is what got me into dancing.

The Enrichment.

Beyond developing my obsession with fencing, The Mask of Zorro opened my interests to American history, both North and South. Previously only interested in Egyptian, I had my eyes opened to other types of pyramids other than Giza. I grew fascinated with Incan, Mayan and Aztecs and their bloody rituals and am still horrified by the Spanish treatment of these civilisations.

Zorro also taught me the value of folklore and how this type of hero was common across the world, but especially in areas that were often downtrodden and destitute. After all, it was these type of heroes that gave people hope and a voice, a champion that fought for them and represented a dream that they could be greater. I idolised Zorro as much as the people of California did in the film. Symbology … a powerful force to be reckoned with; I still see the Z as Zorro’s icon.

My taste in music also expanded dramatically, with a keen interest in Latin American music. From tango music, to enjoying the guitar work of Rodrigo Y Gabriela, there isn’t much I don’t enjoy musically from South America. Their infectious rhythms, beat and ability to tap into the subconscious desire to let loose, is always a delight to indulge in. There is such a strong passion and zeal for life in their music, and I think it’s impossible to deny their impact on my own life, in getting up and moving around. Every time I play a song from Latin America with furious guitar work, my feet move of their own accord.

My desire to dance only increased tenfold after watching the film, and I wanted to be as light on my feet as possible. Beyond my lascivious desire to dance with beautiful women, which has not abated since my teenager years, I have actually genuinely considered taking dancing classes and enjoy the act of dancing a lot.

Which to the amusement of my retail co-workers translate a lot into my movements at work, with my endless pirouettes around corners, backwards walking, and needless energetic movements.

But how else are you meant to move around tight spaces with fun and speed?

You hide it … with this. When is Anthony Hopkins never not wise? Congratulations to his Oscar win recently!

The Culmination.

The Mask of Zorro can be attributed to a whole lot of things. As a film, I love the adventure, the romance and the score immensely. It is the type of film that can be rewatched as a whole, not certain scenes because of the strength of the package being presented. There is not a dull moment in the film and I often find myself rewatching it as least once a year.

The film taught me a great deal, and instilled in me a passion for dancing, swordsmanship and Latina music. I often wondered where I would be without these films to generate such strong interests, but I am grateful they helped shaped me into the man I am today.

I’ve yet to book dancing classes though.

That is still on my to-do list, to master at least a dance. Preferably tango.

IMPACT

~ Damocles

I miss these swashbuckling, romantic films. If only we could bring them back.

Reflections on a Quarter of 2021.

My dream retreat … a place lonely and quiet enough to hear my own thoughts.

I used to greet my reflection like it was a stranger.

I didn’t recognise the face that stared back at me as my own.

However, ever since I started the Before 30 (B30) Challenge, I’ve slowly become accustomed to my own visage. As strange as this sounds, but before I started the B30, I never liked looking at my own reflection.

I couldn’t come to grips with the idea, that, that was who I looked like. In my mind, I didn’t really have a strong idea of what I looked like, and that somehow the mirror was showing me a mirage. I could hear my own words, feel my own feelings … but you can’t see your own face unless it is reflected.

To verge on the philosophical … I didn’t trust the mirrors, the image I saw of myself. They were reflections, not true visualisation of who I am. A very strange insecurity to have.

I am a very … accommodating person when it comes to beauty. If I hang around you long enough, there is a chance I will eventually come to the breakthrough that there is something inherently attractive about you. It’s not difficult for me to identify why they could end up with a partner. Yet for all my generosity, I could never truly pinpoint what made me attractive.

Even when I struggled to find an answer, I kept reverting back to my force of personality. I assumed most of my charm laid in my sense of humour, my confidence and my inherent charisma. I never once considered that my facial features was capable of attracting anyone.

I’ll be honest … deep down, a part of me, despite getting more and more comfortable with my facial features, still think I blend in as a very average looking Asian male.

This is a reflection about change though. Much has changed since the lockdown ended in my beautiful hometown of Melbourne. I’ve become obsessed with tennis, a full time manager of a retail store, am currently undertaking a part-time course in event management to up-skill my considerable experience and am engaging in weekly badminton sessions with my friends.

Throw in a strange desire to be more extroverted than ever before, and I wonder what happened to the Damocles of 2 years prior, the man who would be too tired to go to anything after a casual, dull 5 hours of work and preferred to spend his time in a digital city known as Los Santos.

That Damocles before COVID-19 is now long gone. The hermit has finally shed his shell and is now more eager than ever to embrace life after having an entire year stolen from him, without his permission.

In a lot of ways, I hit the ground running the moment COVID-19 lockdowns were over. I was actually furious. An entire year stolen away from me, an imposition of further retail work, when 2020 was meant to be the year I quit the damn company and be my own boss.

I think a lot of the changes that have occurred, from my rather drastic weight loss, to my inherently poor decision to adopt one of the most frustrating sports in the world (tennis) … have all stemmed from a critically furious part of me inside, that is resentful, bitter and arrogantly spiteful that the world has somehow dared to interfere with my life plans.

So, in reality, this is me accelerating everything I have ever wanted to improve upon. I rarely feel tired nowadays, so invigorated by this angry side of me, that I am pushing myself for rapid growth.

I am greedy for life.

I want to lose more weight and achieve some type of peak fitness that enables me to chase down cars travelling at 40km/h or lift a girl up easily over my shoulders.

I want to play tennis competitively and win some type of trophy.

I want to resurrect my business, Tofu Events and become my own employer and man, responsible for my own livelihood.

I want my own apartment and so have been psychologically been planning out my days, so that I can realise what it is like to live on your own.

I want to attend more events and spend less time at home.

I want to be a better conversationalist.

I want to do a side flip, a front flip and eventually a parkour Kong Vault.

I even want to get better at singing and dancing.

The kicker is … I want ALL of these things to happen before I am 30.

That gives me 2 years to achieve everything.

Not impossible. Especially if I keep on working hard and making sure I am kept as busy as possible.

I realise now that the reason why I was more introverted, was because I wasn’t really taking control of my life. I treated friends sparsely, when really, to celebrate their company, I should be spending more time with them, making them laugh, think, and smile.

I’ve also realised just how much confidence I’ve gathered by being more fit. Perhaps too much, because I need to be careful that I don’t become some narcissistic asshole, which is all too easy for someone as arrogant and asshole-y like me.

I keep catching myself looking in the mirror more, when I really should stop. The obsession with looking good is such good bait. It keeps you going, pushing harder in your exercises, but I’ll also freely admit, that I need to be aware of how dangerous that is, especially if I keep going to the point of injury.

There is no point in injuring yourself, because you’ve just denied yourself another rep.

It is an incredibly weird sensation though … to look at yourself in the mirror and go … “Hey, that’s not bad.” As a guy who has never step foot in a gym before nor lifted a single weight, I was always averse to gym culture.

But I think I have a good understanding now and why it is addicting. It is visible improvement you can see, and something like that is its’ own motivation.

That being said though, I’m still not going to step foot in a gym. I prefer to run outside and get engaged in more sports. I will also admit, that I have an obssession with speed and have been really trying to improve how fast I can accelerate, thus my use of a plate carrier to load up more weight, thus when I take it off … I should really be flying.

Which has definitely been proven correct, because I think I am now faster than ever before. The world seems to stand still when I accelerate to my top speed.

Throughout my journey so far, I must be thankful to 2 fictional characters: Rocky Balboa and Steve Rogers. They are the two men that have steered and pushed me to even further efforts while retaining my own identity and forging my own path, regardless of the obstacles in the way.

Through Rocky, I learned to never give up and acknowledge that the grind is always worth something.

Through Steve, I learned to push my limits even further than I thought was possible, to try and get some kind of feeling in being superhuman.

I’m always reminded though, of how much of a good person I should be, whenever I channel Steve Rogers. I’m still shaking my head at the moral compass, the character of Captain America always seems to instill in me at random times.

Such as when I was running, completely out of breath, struggling to breathe under the weight of the plate carrier after a 200 metre sprint, and yet I still had to stoop down to pick up rubbish. It was just a random thing I felt like I had to do. I will also admit to being a bit protective of the gardens that I do laps around now, because it is such a lovely park, to see it polluted just seem wrong, especially when there are ample bins everywhere.

The power of superheroes … making you conscientious even when you shouldn’t be.

But it was Rocky that really began the journey to losing weight and getting fit. His music and story never fails to get me amped and I can directly correlate my ability to push harder to his character. I never thought I would relate to a guy like Rocky, but his story is universal.

I even attribute my dieting to him as well. I knew from the get-go, that losing weight wasn’t about working or running hard. It was about learning to control my eating habits that had balloon up at crazy times.

So …. that means no eating until 2pm every day, and making sure it is light, so that my body can learn to convert that into energy, instead of storing somewhere. The same goes for dinner at a relatively late time at 7.30pm.

2 meals a day, plenty of water and exercise. This is the way forward for me and … it’s not that easy, when I know there is so much good food out there. Culling my snacking was the worst transition.

Staying lean and mean ….

What has been the best thing about this whole journey so far, is that I can tell that I am making improvement in my own life. I can actually see changes happening and that if I keep working this hard, something will swing my way soon.

I’m going to sound cliched, but at the moment … life is looking good. But that doesn’t mean I can get complacent. After all, moods can swing rapidly and one lousy day can set back months of progress.

Life isn’t easy with discipline but it is a lot more rewarding.

With winter now encroaching upon Melbourne, I am definitely feeling the chills. But if Rocky can do it, that means I got no excuse to slack off, thanks to a little cold.

P.S. A small insight into this reflection piece … if the image above of the house by the lake sticks with you, then you are looking in my mind palace. This is what I always project when writing these pieces.

Imagine a guy in a totally dark room, with only the moon reflecting off the lake for light, and he is writing slowly but surely in a book. He is dressed casually, but with a white-grey wolf fur kaross adorned across his shoulders for warmth. Soft jazz is scratchily played from a record player and the sound of water lapping the ground underneath the veranda adds another melodic atmosphere to the room.

As dramatic as this is, that is what makes me write so well in any circumstances, imagining myself all alone in a glass house, focusing only on the scratching of my pen on paper.

~Damocles

Mortal Kombat (2021) – Cinema Review

Y/N? Yes.

Director: Simon McQuoid

Stars: Lewis Tan, Jessica McNamee, Josh Lawson, Joe Taslim, Chin Han, Tadanobu Asano & Hiroyuki Sanada.

Review by Damocles

As a fan of the game … it’s OK. As a fan of film … it’s mediocre.

Video games movies ….

Three words that will strike fear into any self-respecting film critic, because you know that the bar is so low, it might as well be uttered next to the words: Breen, Wiseau or Cage.

However, Mortal Kombat (2021) does surpass the low bar that was set in the previous 2 installments of this … franchise?

First, a bit of disclosure … this review is likely to be more skewed that usual, due to the fact that I am actually a rather substantial fan of the Mortal Kombat game, having followed the franchise since its reboot in Mortal Kombat X.

So as a fan, this film did scratch, a little bit of the fanboy that resided in me. I particularly appreciated the depiction of Scorpion, Sub-Zero, Kano and Sonya Blade. But with so many characters needing and fighting for screen-time, it is difficult to characterise all the unique heroes and villains that reside in the Mortal Kombat universe.

Thus for much of the film, many of the characters had the slimmest sketches of characters imaginable, making a lot of the characters seem very bland and uninteresting. I also found the protagonist, a character, not featured in the game, Cole Young, to be a very uninspired lead, his motivation for fighting in Mortal Kombat tournament, very bland and generic. In particular, I was disappointed they did not go another route with his character, in just having the ability to summon his ancestor’s abilities and powers at a whim.

Perhaps a strong reason why I was disappointed in the lead so much, is because he was meant to represent the audience’s eyes into the world. But there was such a lack of wonderment or fear in his reactions to seeing superhuman abilities or the world itself that as an audience member, I felt a similar lack of detachment.

Arguably, I felt that the film overall was underwhelming, due to the pacing issues and the lack of depth that was provided to all the characters. I wished there was more to the film, as I felt they really rushed the climax, speeding through fights in a way that did not lead to a very satisfying conclusion to the overall story.

At a 110 minutes, the film is over soon, perhaps a bit too soon, as it drags near the middle with extremely heavy exposition story telling, trying to build the world up. Thus when the conclusion begins, everything feels very rushed and over too quickly, thus leaving you with a sense of dissatisfaction in how they handle the fight sequences.

A bit more time was needed to expand the fight sequences between characters and also establish some much needed backstory for a lot of the villains. Perhaps, this is a hold-over from the Synder’s Cut of Justice League but also a strange step into how film is being watched nowadays, with the line between TV and film being blurred so much, but I think Mortal Kombat would have fared better was a TV series. The budget and look of the film would be perfectly serviceable for a TV series, and thus allow all the characters much more room to be more realised and fleshed out, in addition to being able to really showcase their fights.

The Synder’s Cut proved to me that films can be stretched a bit longer into an almost TV format, much like something such as The Falcon and the Winter Soldier should be seen as a extremely long movie, not a episodic series. I would have liked to seen Mortal Kombat pitched as a TV series, with each episode really fleshing out 2 characters, a hero and villain, and featuring their showdown for the climactic battle.

From a technical standpoint, given the budget and the fact that the director is a first timer, the movie looks surprisingly OK, with relatively well placed shots and CGI that doesn’t really offend the eyes. The fight choreography and sequences however lack panache and I think need a bit more time for the eyes to soak in what is happening. The editing was not obnoxious however there were a lot of subtle moments that were missed due to the angle of the camera or the pace of the editing.

What was fun however, were the ways how they included iconic moves and fatalities, as well as some cheesy lines that were often uttered in the games. I appreciated these fan-service moments and found that they didn’t detract from the film, but rather made me enjoy it a bit more than I suspected I would have, if it didn’t have these moments.

From a musical perspective, Mortal Kombat’s score is serviceable, with nothing really to write home about. It emphasizes the right moments enough but is more or less something relegated to the background. This is a bit of a pity, as I was excited to see what Benjamin Wallfisch would do, considering his amazing collaboration with Hans Zimmer on Blade Runner 2049.

His remix of Techno Syndrome is …. much like the film. It’s OK, but lacks the fun over the top nature of the original by The Immortals. With its more reliance on dubstep and electronic synth, the new remix grew on me over time, but nothing quite gets you hyped as the original.

Overall, Mortal Kombat (2021) is on the more positive side of video game adaptations. It isn’t long enough to offend you, but at least there are promising elements there, enough to warrant a drastic improvement if a sequel ever occurs. I smiled a lot at some of the lines, and iconic fight moves and felt that the casting was overall on point.

It isn’t a terrible film, but mediocre overall. I will say though, the climatic battle did at least, leave me with a satisfying feeling, something that can’t be said for a lot of third act battles.

To justify the “Yes” rating … I will say, it’s not a terrible way to spend time in the cinema, but I would recommend avoiding paying the full cinema-going experience for it. It’s a fine film overall. But the emphasis is on the word “fine.”

A scene to recall: The moment when Scorpion appears and the remix of Techno Syndrome kicked in. As a fan of the game, this entire fight got me hyped.

An Eventful Return ….

Brewers Feast 2021 – Abbotsford, Melbourne.

Yesterday, straight after work, I ended up being a volunteer at a festival. Something I haven’t done in over a year now.

I have forgotten how thankless, tiring and draining event work is. No one really appreciates the effort that goes into making an event come to life. But that is the song of chaos and control you must dance to as the event organiser.

It was also a blast to be back.

All the usual hectic activity was happening. When an event is underway and the initial set up is complete, it is a breeze. All you need to do is ensure the program runs smoothly and every single person is aware of their duties. The event essentially runs itself. There is no need to be running around.

Instead you rest, relax a bit and soak in the atmosphere you’ve created over many painstaking months. You chat to patrons, volunteers and rub shoulders with the band.

My volunteer shift started with the shitty job. The part of the festival that is never fun and involves a lot of frustrated and tired people: bumping out.

I knew exactly why my tutor (the general manager for the Brewer’s Festival) put me on for the bump out. He was aware of my experience in the past in dealing with festivals and in particular, angry stall holders.

So he made me the gatekeeper. The first man to be yelled at and assaulted by sponsors, food vendors and tired festival workers.

I had honestly forgotten how you can get the biggest spectrum of reactions from people. You can always tell who did the worst at the event and the ones who were successful. You can also always tell those who just want to get the hell out of there, safety and people be damned and others who are understanding and know the realistic situation everyone is in.

Those who pull rank on me, I despise. “I talked to Trevor! (not my tutor’s real name) He SAID that I can come in and do this, in front of these people here. I don’t care what others are loading, they’re not loading a 1.6 ton cart onto a trailer with 6 people. Why can’t you just let me in?” whined the ice-cream man who clearly made something of a loss.

Then I’ll get other responses like “Hey mate, all good man. I get it. I don’t mind waiting. You got a pretty good job though hey?” the relaxed cider guy would say with a sarcastic smirk.

Finally, the last typical response would be “Ahhh shit. Not much you can do right? Alright mate. Keep me posted” the tired whiskey man would say with a deep sigh.

Customer service skills, are something I still need to work on. It’s not easy, stroking the egos of so many different types of people and making them all happy. But then I will confess that I have always struggled when I am a “volunteer”, unsure of how much authority I am allowed to stamp out. As the boss of my own festival, I know that I am a firmer character and stick less to the rules. I am more flexible, relaxed, preferring the “rule of the jungle” than trying to impose any sensibility into a chaotic time, like bumping out.

“First come, first served” is more my style, as it takes the blame out of the organisers and there is more competition between the stall holders to see who can get to their stall first. I can direct traffic better this way, than being more rigid and sticking to a time slot.

But that is not the rules of engagement I was handed with and so I had to be a dutiful soldier and follow orders. I still ended up being a bit flexible in who I let in, but it was within reason and I think the bump out process went as smoothly as it could have.

I struck multiple deals though. Promising to help this stall out, by carrying half their load up a small hill. Reassuring another lady that she would get through soon, after this guy sorted his stuff out.

I only ended up fulfilling half of them. But that is the nature of the chaos that always descend during bump out.

I must say, overall, it was fun to be working amongst hard-toiling volunteers. There is a camaraderie that is struck up so quickly and naturally, and despite being amongst complete strangers, it was fun to share a bit of banter and work.

I stuck to my usual default “silent & strong” mode, chiming in only with a quip or offer for help, the words of eternal wisdom: “better to be silent and be thought of as a fool, than to open your mouth and prove them correct” echoing strongly in my mind as I kept working.

I was also curious to find out that I was still the best equipped volunteer there, my faithful companion of many years, the Pelican flashlight proving to be an invaluable asset as night fell over the venue, as well as the Mechanix Cut gloves I always pack in my EDC (Every Day Carry) bag. I would be remiss to not mention my other faithful friend, the Leatherman Skeletool multitool that honestly …. I have lost count the number of times I have used it at events and aorund in life.

I guess my atypical mentality of being “over-prepared” for everything does pay dividends in the long run.

Another strange piece of reflection I had during the bump out, was seeing my trusty combat boots finally get dirty. I had worn these for so long, just as casual piece of footwear, only to now truly see them in their element, keeping my feet comfortable, moving and stable over gravel, wet grass, patches of mud and endless ice from endless beer … it made me grateful I am always seeking the best the military has to offer and buying them for my own use.

It made me happy to see my investments enabling me to work harder and longer without discomfort. I enjoy bringing tools, gear and kit to environments and really testing them and seeing how I can work more efficiently with them.

A point of pride for me, was the fact that my stamina and strength had increased since the last time I was at an event. I covered a surprising 12.5km yesterday, just from walking around at work and at the festival and I felt physically OK at the end of it all. The B30 Challenge and my fixation with tennis paying off.

Overall, the Brewer’s Feast was a good event to attend, even if I was only there briefly. I was astonished at how long people spent there and how everything had a very cosy atmosphere. Despite the amount of alcohol that was flowing, there were very little need for security to step in, and there truly was a family friendly vibe about the entire event. I couldn’t believe how many vendors attended and took the opportunity to showcase their unique alcoholic blends. I liked the layout, the staff, and the vibe.

It wasn’t hard to see why this event had been running for 5 years and still saw massive attendance, even in the twilight hours of a Sunday.

It was just … nice to be at an event again, running around, being busy, physically and mentally and using all my tools again.

The Brewer’s Feast was a reminder that this is truly the industry I want to work in and that while I nearly missed the start of the MotoGP & F1 because I had rush home, and that my dinner consisted of slightly stale McDonalds nuggets … I wouldn’t trade attending a good festival for all the hardships in the world.

The best thing too, was that the night was topped off with an awesome race in Imola by the F1 fraternity.

~ Damocles.

Seduction (Screenplay)

Hitch (2005) – Paula Patton in the early 2000s was so attractive that even a cameo was enough to blow my breath away and temporarily make me forget, I was meant to be crushing on Eva Mendes.

INT. UPSCALE BAR

The Upscale Bar is busy, but not exceedingly so and the sound of modern pop lounge suffuses the atmosphere. Friends are hanging out, having a good time, laughing at inside jokes, whilst couples cosy up to each other in booths with glasses of champagne in hand.

The lighting is soft but dark, just enough to create a sense of intimacy and disguise any ugly features on people’s faces. It’s the type of place that makes people look, feel and behave better than they normally do.

At the bar, leans RYDER, a lean, sharp and intelligent man with a natural charisma and confidence that makes life look easy. He’s casually dressed in a suit, with just enough buttons undone to say he is dressed for a party, despite the expensive cut. He surveys the area with all the natural perchance of a King. This is his domain.

RYDER

Yo, Alex, over here!

ALEX the Bartender dances over, his hands polishing a glass as he does so. Their natural rapport indicate that Ryder is a regular here.

ALEX

Ryder, my man. You’re early today. You want your usual?

RYDER

Yes please.

ALEX

One Mojito comin’ right up!

Ryder turns away as Alex begins to mix his drink and surveys the room again.

His eyes catches sight of a girl sitting alone in a lounge chair. She is attractive, in a street smart, witty way.

Her clothes indicate that she had just finished work and is now trying to relax, but something is stopping her from doing so. Ryder scans her up and down, and smiles. He spins around at Alex, who is in the middle of shaking his cocktail.

RYDER

Alex, who’s the brunette in the centre over there?

ALEX

Oh her? She’s a journalist. Not a regular otherwise you woulda messed with her already. *laughs* But she’s a great tipper.

Alex finishes making the cocktail and places the drink in front of Ryder who takes a appreciative sip and nods approvingly but in a absent-minded way. He is still thinking about the girl.

RYDER

Be right back.

Alex just shakes his head in mock disbelief and turns to another customer.

Ryder walks up to the brunette and assess her again. She is just as stunning up close as she is afar. She looks up at him, and gives him a questioning look.

RYDER

Hi. Ryder. Author and Mojito-lover.

Ryder raises his cocktail in a mock salute to her. The girl laughs at the short introduction.

RYDER

Mind if I order you another drink after I catch your name?

The girl pauses for a beat before giving in to her curiosity. She smiles back at him, coy and impressed.

SARA

Sara. Journalist and Martini-aficionado.

Ryder looks over at Alex and wink, while holding up a single finger and gesturing to Sara’s near empty drink. He turns his attention back to her and settles into the chair beside her.

RYDER

Journalist huh? You look like you’ve just finished writing a massive article and are trying to relax. Anything interesting?

Sara gives Ryder a coy smile. She settles back into her chair and takes a sip from her martini. She’s enjoying the control she has over the conversation.

SARA

Sign up to the Guardian and you’ll see my column in a couple of days.

RYDER

The Guardian! Please tell me you’re not a reviewer because my book got savaged by a columnist there.

SARA

No, I’m an investigative journalist. You wrote a book? Which one?

RYDER

A crime story, Melbourne Noire.

SARA

Really? I’ve read that. It’s not bad, a little bit too soap-opera for my taste but it’s pretty good.

Ryder smiles and cocks his head graciously. He nurses his drink and considers his next step carefully.

RYDER

If you don’t mind me asking, but if you’ve just finished writing a big investigative piece, why are you celebrating alone?

SARA

Can’t a girl have a drink on her own?

RYDER

Sorry to say this, but you’re much too attractive to be left alone. Foolish men wishing to get burnt like me are always going to bother you. You could have chosen a quieter place to celebrate and the martinis here are good but not stellar. What’s really going on?

SARA

A bit impetuous, don’t you think? We barely know each other and you’re already psychologically analysing me.

Sara gives Ryder a skeptical look but maintains strong eye contact. Ryder doesn’t miss a beat.

RYDER

How else are we supposed to get to know each other? One of us have to play the journalist and the other the subject.

SARA

Or I could just thank you for the drink and wave goodbye.

Sara gives Ryder a look to say she isn’t fully serious but is considering it. Ryder gives her his best thousand-watt smile and settles back in his chair, clearly enjoying the banter.

RYDER

Yes I suppose you could do that … *pauses* but … I suspect you won’t.

SARA

Oh? and why is that?

RYDER

Because it must be nice to be the one being interviewed for once, not the other way around.

Sara laughs and leans in closer to Ryder. He matches her movement and they both look at each seriously. Ryder raises a questioning eyebrow and Sara chuckles again and lean back, looking off into the distance.

SARA

OK, fine. *sighs* It was a very long day at work today. But not for the reason you think. (looks over at Ryder) My boss said a couple of inappropriate things and delayed my article for a week over an argument I had with him. So I’m not really in the mood to be interviewed or analysed.

Ryder’s smile fades and he takes on a much more concerned expression. He knows when to call it quits

RYDER

Ah shit. Well, I’m sorry to hear that. I guess the last thing you want then, is more unwarranted male attention. It was a pleasure to meet you Sara. Drinks are on me.

Ryder stands up before Sara can respond to the contrary and gives her a sympathetic smile combined with a casual shrug, before simply walking away.

Sara is dumbfounded by the casual dismissal and the easy going way how he took her rejection. She looks after him, intrigued by his maturity.

Alex walks up to Sara and put down a coaster and places a martini in front of her.

ALEX

From the gentleman that just left.

Sara looks down at the drink and laughs wryly. On the coaster is a phone number and elegant script that reads:

I’m available for an interview anytime. R

She picks up the coaster, fans herself slightly, and lifts her martini in the direction Ryder left and takes an appreciative drink.

Author’s Note

This screenplay took me over 4 days to design. I just couldn’t nail the rhythm and tone of the characters and I think re-watching the flirtatious scene between Will Smith and Eva Mendes in Hitch (2005) messed with the way how I wanted the characters to speak.

I finally unlocked the code when I actually tried to act it out in reality, how I would approach an attractive journalist and the lines and wit, I deploy to get into her good graces. This simple act of pretending to be Ryder, leaning at a bar, finally made the two characters come alive and hence their interplay shone much brighter than my terrible 2000 word draft before.

Being a poor flirt in reality probably also didn’t help, as it is hard to convey body language through dialogue. A rule I discovered though, is that anything said can be flirty, it just comes through in the way how you say it and your body language.

So I tried to focus more on body language and getting down little gestures that I expect actors to do whilst saying my dialogue. I think this is an improvement and looking back at the overall script, I’m pleased I did that, because it looks much more concise now. Each line has more meaning and you can really see how this might be a quick 5 minute flirtatious sequence on screen.

I must thank my only patron for giving me such great feedback and for subtly encouraging me to get better. Her main issue was that my screenplay involved too many lines and not enough gestures and pauses as would be seen in a real script.

The next one I am writing will be challenging, as I will be obeying 48HR Film Project rules. Stay tuned for that!

~ Damocles

Samurai Champloo (IMPACT Series)

Samurai Champloo (2004)

Welcome to the IMPACT series where I dissect notable and iconic sequences from games and movies, and how they broadened my mind and left a lasting impression on me, years to come. 

Find the samurai who smells of sunflowers.

The Backdrop

I will the first guy to admit that I am not much of an anime viewer. My foray into anime mostly consist of Studio Ghibli and a few limited episodes of Digimon, Pokemon or One Piece that I caught on TV early in the morning before I went to school.

I am aware of the cultural impact of many different series, and have researched a whole host of them, from DragonBall Z to Attack on Titan. I know enough about the lore and the plot to engage in some basic conversation about the most popular anime.

But I don’t watch any of them. Maybe it’s the length of the series that prevent me from getting into them … Don’t let yourself get attached to anything you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you feel the heat around the corner.

OK, that is taking McCauley’s advice a bit too literally, but the point is … I can’t really find myself getting into long shows.

But for the works of Shinichiro Watanabe I will gladly devote many waking hours obsessing over his artistic creations.

Samurai Champloo is my favourite anime of all time and I don’t think there will ever be a time when I won’t treasure my first viewing of this revolutionary anime.

This anime is as treasured to me as a kiss from a woman. It is of that much significance, and importance to me that I rank it that highly. Expect this to be an incredibly long swan-song.

From the very onset, you know this is going to be a unique show. The blend of samurai and hip-hop is remarkably original. This is Watanabe’s take on Edo-era Japan.

The Impact.

When I first started watching the show, I was expecting the same level of quality I had experienced in Cowboy Bebop. I got that and a whole lot more of emotional resonance than I was expecting. This is a show that picked me up, abused me and threw me around in a cage before depositing me onto the floor, leaving behind a emotional wreck.

The gauntlet in which this show made me run through, with its incredible visuals, score and characterisation left me breathless at the end. Certain episodes had me bawling my eyes out, others; laughing out loud and many smiling like an idiot.

Jin, Mugen, Fuu … they became my friends over the course of 26 episodes. I wanted to hang out with them more. I adored their dynamic, with Jin being my idol, for his cool, calm, collected nature. I loved Mugen’s unpredictability and his wild nature that clashed with Jin’s more measured approach to life. Fuu was the sweetheart that no-one could hate, a girl that was the true glue that held the trio together and the heroine of the story.

I was addicted to the adventures they went on, the multiple twist and turns, the strange discovery of how much Japan was changing … modernising and how it seemed to leave people behind. I loved how many of the episodes were miniature stories that showed the real cost of modernisation and the varying attitudes people had to such rapid change.

In particular, the ability to create such compelling, unique and fascinating side characters in the space of 20 minutes is nothing short of remarkable. I can still recall multiple characters like the blind Sara, the tragic Shino and the disturbing Umanosuke with crystal clarity, despite their brief introductions and encounters with the main protagonists.

The pacing of the story overall is amazing, Watanabe’s deft touch to keep the story fresh and engaging whilst juggling an adventurous tone, a sign of a true artist at work. He knows exactly when to inject action, emotion, humour and drama and barely makes a step wrong throughout the entire series.

In particular, episode 11, Gamblers and Gallantry is the one that struck me with all the force of an emotional bullet, the tragedy of the ending leaving me a wreck afterwards. I recall feeling hollowed out by the mix of emotions that it stirred in me and swearing from that moment on, I would immediately download every single song featured in the series, just to capture this feeling I was experiencing.

It was sorrow, melancholia, goodbye and farewell, mixed in with a healthy dose of love, regret and necessary separation and all of these feelings were coloured with nostalgia.

No anime since, has managed to capture this complex array of emotions. Arguably, no piece of fiction I have read, watched or listened to since has managed to get anywhere close.

And I haven’t even touched on the beauty of the animation yet …

Jin, my icon. I loved his swordplay, his cryptic, stoic personality and how he was so similar to how I am … a silent man with a soft heart, quick with his sarcastic wits and his sharp sword.

The Enrichment

There is a lot I took away from Samurai Champloo. I will break it down according to the subheading. It goes without saying that this anime has impacted me immensely in my life. This is in part due to the timing of when I watched it (I was a teenager) and the fact that I was also a massive Japan history buff at the time, having read the James Clavell’s epic Shogun.

A) Samurai Culture

I was also obsessed with samurai culture when I had finished reading Shogun, so to see this fresh take on what were traditionally stiff, honour-bound warriors was quite a shock to the system. It was the swordplay and action that gripped me, seeing how quick and deadly the samurai were and how cruel they could be, with their superior skills and weapon. I loved seeing how Jin and Mugen got injured during fights, how their styles clashed frequently and how they seemed to attack any obstacles head on.

More importantly though, the show made me aware of how anachronistic the samurai culture was becoming in a more modern world, and what that must have felt like for the class that once ruled Japan and defined its culture. You could really see how honour could turn easily into corruption and malice, how the extreme modernisation of Japan created an arrogant, gleeful middle class that were previously subjugated under the noble class of the samurai. So many episodes dealt with how Jin, Mugen and Fuu’s quest was out of touch with the times, the trio barely scrapping by on their adventure.

The infusion of hip-hop in the music and scenes lent this gangster vibe to the three protagonists. They were freed from the constraints of the society they were living in, and due to hip-hop’s natural tendency to encourage rebellious behaviour, it made you sympathise and envy these characters and their inherent freedom.

Of course they were destitute, struggling to find food and board, but there was a freedom and simplicity to their life. They were on a quest to find the samurai that smelled like sun-flowers. Life had a meaning and to hell with what society thought. Isn’t this what the essence of hip-hop is? To make do with what you have, and celebrate life regardless. Sometimes it is better to be poor and free to be able to express yourself than well-off and constrained by society’s rules and pressure.

Jin, Mugen and Fuu did just that.

B) Nujabes

What can I say about Nujabes that hasn’t been said? I will probably end up making an IMPACT post on Nujabes because his music has been so influential and instrumental in my development growing up. There was a time when all I listened to was Nujabes and I couldn’t bear a single day without hearing his smooth, unique take on jazz and hip-hop.

One of the main reasons why Samurai Champloo works as well as it does, is because Nujabes’ score is the perfect accompaniment to the tone and style of the anime. His score is evocative, slow, and singularly Samurai Champloo. It is moody without the sad overtones, nostalgic without cynicism and emotional without deviating too far into happiness or sorrow. The hip-hop influences kick in during action sequences, whilst the more mellow jazz style soars over the emotional scenes.

To listen to Nujabes’ score is to tap into the unique appeal of Japan, where you hearken for a time that existed long ago and the world seemed more exciting, fresh and alive. His music reminds me of a wonderful dream, where you visit incredible places in your sleep, and when you wake feel that sense of deprivation, of being robbed of something that never existed.

It is why I always listen to his album, Samurai Champloo – Departures when reading Haruki Murakami books. A dream like sound to accompany a dream like read.

C) Melancholy

Samurai Champloo more or less weaponised melancholy as an emotion and turned it against me. I actually became entranced by the sensation of melancholia and would often put myself into a deliberate funk just to capture that emotion again. There are so many tragic sequences in Champloo that evokes this sensation and I couldn’t help but wallow in them constantly.

It actually took me awhile to recover from this addiction to this emotion. It is inherently self-destructive but when utilised right, it really allows you to explore all facets of your identity and self. Melancholia is almost crucial to self-introspection. You long for a time when you were “yourself” and so you end up diving deep to try and find yourself again. Samurai Champloo style, art and music really allowed me to weaponise the melancholic feeling against myself and create actual mind palaces where I could truly explore all facets of my identity without self hatred or loathing.

The series’ style was so influential in that aspect, that my most private and healing sanctuary is actually based on a location in the series, and I retreat there often when confused, and in search of meaning. I can picture every single door, room and location in that mind palace and I have always found answers to my questions there whenever I visit.

In a lot of ways, Samurai Champloo allowed me to be my own therapist, guide and conscience without ever having to resort to a therapist or psychologist. I have to thank this show and Murakami for allowing me to truly unlock my psychological id.

D) Japan’s Artistic Style

Samurai Champloo, much like Studio Ghibli films, showcased some of the finest Japanese modern aesthetics I had seen in a while and perhaps ever. Whilst Ghibli emphasises immense detail in all aspects of its animation, Champloo employs a unique blurriness to its art style. It knows when to showcase clean, lean lines of the characters and then have that juxtaposed against a blurrier but still distinct backdrop.

Water in Champloo has a mystical effect and a shimmer that isn’t seen in other animation studio works. I particularly love how the backdrop of a lot of scenes evoke a certain emotional response, whether it is eeriness or startlingly beauty. It is such a testament to actual Japanese landscape that are one or the other.

When it comes to action, I love the glint effect that Wanatabe showcases when a sword is flickering through the air, at intense speed and the overall dynamic of clashes, dodges and final moves.

The opening credits, which I have employed liberally throughout this blog, is a stunning showcase of animation, talent and art. The way how dark cel shaded lines interplay with brighter colours and semi realistic depictions of animals and landscapes create this unique art-style that can’t be replicated by anyone else.

Like any sad fan, I have a lot of Fuu wallpapers. Her style is so remarkably entrancing, which when combined with unique poses and her kimono, creates a really incredible visual art piece. And if there is one anime that generates endless wallpapers, it is Samurai Champloo.

Fuu, the girl next door with a naive innocence. The emotional heart of the story, it is through her, we as the audience see how Japan has changed and become a strange mythical wonderland of danger, beauty and intoxicating adventure. I got far too many images of her scattered around on my PC.

The Culmination

Samurai Champloo has been responsible for a lot in my life. It has allowed me to discover more about myself, to experience a phenomenal story that is uniquely Japanese and exposed me to the genius that is Nujabes.

I found a soundtrack that I could listen to forever and let it heal parts of my life.

I learned to trust and unlock my subconscious and seek the truth in all the things I do.

I made some friends along the way and waved a sad but happy farewell to them.

I learned to understand and process deeper emotions and how to recognise them in the future.

Samurai Champloo was responsible for all of it. No other media has managed to achieve so much in just 1 season of episodic TV. It is as deeply personal to me as my first novel I ever wrote.

If I had to answer the question about an anime that actually “changed” parts of my life, it would be Samurai Champloo. It’s impact on me cannot be understated.

If you haven’t seen it, do yourself a favour and check it out, alongside Cowboy Bebop. They are the gold standard when it comes to anime and Japanese story-telling. If you refuse to do so, then just listen to the entirely suis generis genre that Nujabes created called nu-jazz.

Wind, Limitless and Benevolence.

Fuu, Mugen and Jin.

IMPACT

~ Damocles

Shiki no Uta – The song that will always conjure up the greatest sense of melancholia and nostalgia for a time I have never experienced. If you ever catch me listening to this song … just leave me be. I”ll be too far gone in a place that no one will ever reach me. A land where only my memories exist and I’m wandering around trying to touch them … relive them.

Mission Impossible (IMPACT Series)

Mission Impossible: Fallout

Welcome to the IMPACT series where I dissect notable and iconic sequences from games and movies, and how they broadened my mind and left a lasting impression on me, years to come. 

Your mission, should you choose to accept it …

The Backdrop

It all started with my first proper viewing of Mission Impossible II, where to my shock, I could actually see a film set in Australia. While it was Sydney, (as a Melburnian, it gives me great pleasure to continually derive that horrible town) it was a genuine delight to actually see my home country being portrayed positively and gorgeously on film.

Mission Impossible II gave me my first real inkling of John Woo style action, with absolutely ridiculous set pieces that still captures my heart today. In particular, I loved the climatic chase sequence, especially right after the big twist. The score, the action, the glorious slow motion and the absolute insanity Tom Cruise was able to perform with his motorbike and Beretta all culminated in a cinema experience that enraptured a young Damocles.

The third movie, a typical J.J. Abrams fare, was fun, but it wasn’t until Mission Impossible Ghost Protocol that I really began to fall in love with the franchise again.

Oakleys, Triumph, Beretta, Cruise …. everything screamed 2000s and I still adore it.

The Impact

If I had to distill the Mission Impossible franchise down to its now winning formula, it can all essentially be traced back to Tom Cruise, the core fundamental element as to why the series work as well as it does.

The man does almost all of his stunts, and somehow only seems to get more impressive and extravagant with age.

But what really seals the deal is the amount of fun each film is. It is not as dark and serious as other spy thrillers like Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy (2011) nor is it as old fashioned as Bond. Instead it tends to sell the action-adventure element more, with fun situational humour, like Ethan Hunt’s clear reluctance to fight at certain times (Mission Impossible: Rouge Nation) and even more enjoyable ways to marvel at spy gadgetry.

I mean, the entire mask reveal gimmick is campy, fun and silly. But the series lean into that element and rewards the audience with genuinely clever ways to hide that gadget with each new iteration.

This is what makes the franchise great. It isn’t afraid of its history, and it prefers to disguise its wheels, than reinvent them. I have loved all the small gadgets that the Mission Impossible series have created, the key ones being the cushion grenade gadget that was only briefly seen for 5 seconds in Ghost Protocol, the suitcase G36K and the giant remote drum mag fed Barrett M82A1 turrets in III, and always fun, disguised sniper rifles in Rogue Nation especially the alto flute.

If the mask gadget is always prevalent in the series, I also always enjoy the new “drop” they premiere with each film. In the first film, it was the CIA HQ, the second, the Biocyte building, then the third ramped things up with a pendulum swing (one of my personal favourites). The fourth was a fun magnetic free fall, the fifth, a spectacular water stunt and finally with Fallout, the now incredible HALO jump sequence.

It is quite a simple formula that is always reinvented slightly with each new film, but the DNA of the Mission Impossible franchise is unshakeable. Tom Cruise, a drop stunt, “Halloween Masks”, globe-trotting and a new stylistic approach to the film by the directors.

Although, I do love that in order to sell the films further, Tom Cruise now has to top every single stunt he did before.

I thought the Ghost Protocol’s Burj Khalifa skyscraper sequence was nuts …. but this was in the opening scene of Rogue Nation just because it was fucking awesome not for any real plot purposes.

The Enrichment

Beyond an appreciation for fictional gadgets, (I mean, who doesn’t want a pair of gloves that can climb the tallest building in the world … until they of course fail, but then that is what the cushion grenade is for.) I’ve also grown to enjoy watching Ethan Hunt’s dogged determination and insouciance to the obstacles mounted in his way.

There is a strange heart to the character’s sheer commitment to the cause and his ability to adapt, improvise and overcome seemingly “impossible” challenges never ceases to add to the drama and fun set pieces being laid out on film.

But the real impact comes from running.

The first real glorified running sequence, came from Mission Impossible III with its two minute long sequence along a river in China, perfectly highlighting Cruise’s perfect running form.

As fun as that was, it was really the Ghost Protocol chase and the incredible London sequence in Fallout that really sold me on the power of the Cruise run.

Admittedly, one of the biggest things that I love about physical exercise is running. There’s an incredible combination of feelings when I run. I adore the speed, the sensation of feet on pavement, the wind blasting past your scalp … I think it’s intoxicating.

Whenever I see a truly good running sequence on-screen, my body has a visceral reaction to match it. My legs feel charged up, my heartbeat starts accelerating and my mind starts to focus on building as much momentum and speed as possible.

I’ve chased trams to stops, raced cars to light poles, pursued bicycles to overtake, and beaten buses to stations, all of them attempts to get that winning feeling of running faster than something.

If Casino Royale (2006) made me a traceur, Mission Impossible made me a runner.

There’s nothing quite like a good foot chase on screen, through crowds, through sandstorms and across rooftops and when you add the Mission Impossible score to a run, you’ll find yourself covering kilometres in seconds.

Run Ethan, Run.

The Culmination

Mission Impossible has achieved a rare thing. It has only gotten better with each iteration and more bombastic than the last, an incredibly rare feat for a franchise over 25 years old. Anchored by Tom Cruise’s dedication to stunt work and fun charisma, and rounded out by the humour of Simon Pegg, the friendship of Ving Rhames, and the feminine wiles of Rebecca Ferguson (who plays a believable and excellent female intelligence operative amazingly well), this series keeps on delivering with more and more impossible sequences that thrill.

I love this series for the same reason, why I loved The Mummy (1999). They are just a good time at the cinema. They don’t pretend to be high art, nor speak a terribly compelling message about the state of the world. The characters are fun, light-hearted and likeable, carried along by their screen charisma and occasional joke. The score is bombastic, especially Lorne Balfe’s latest interpretation in Mission Impossible: Fallout which somehow never seems to fail to give me goosebumps.

Good vs. Evil, the story is as simple as that, but the stakes only seem to get higher with each film, as Ethan Hunt find himself in more and more precarious situations to save the world. Mission Impossible is all about having fun in the cinema. It is the cinematic equivalent of strapping yourself into a rollercoaster ride, where you will thrill along with Cruise, with every single death-defying stunt he performs.

In fact, this seems to be a sneaky way to build instant emotional rapport with Ethan Hunt, a method that is unlikely copied by any other action franchise. When you see Cruise clinging to the side of an Airbus A400M, his hair being split apart by the wind and his legs swept off the fuselage of the plane by the speed in which he is travelling, you cannot help but feel concerned for him. The character and the actor merge into this strange medley of fear, adrenaline and concern and you find yourself holding your breath and marvelling at everything going on. In fact everything happens so fast, that it is almost logical that Hunt needs to be clinging onto the side of a plane …

It is a wholly unique aspect to this franchise, that you have such a strong emotional connection that is derived almost purely from dangerous stunt work from the lead actor.

And that … is something to be celebrated. You can’t help but admire a guy who will do anything just to entertain you, even if it means shortening his own statistical probability of dying.

Man, I wish I had the spy lifestyle … the places around the world I would run and do crazy stunts in …

IMPACT

~ Damocles

In a lot of ways, Ethan Hunt represents to me, the ideal action hero. He’s multi-talented at a whole host of skills from action driving, to pistol marksmanship. He’s also reckless and willing to take insane calculated risks for the mission. I only hope I am as daring in my life as he is to do a pendulum swing off one building and onto another … metaphorically, of course

Zack Snyder’s Justice League (2021) – Cinema Review

Y/N? Yes?

Director: Zack Snyder

Stars: Henry Cavill, Ben Affleck, Amy Adams, Gal Gadot, Ray Fisher, Jason Momoa, Ezra Miller & Ciaran Hinds

Review by Damocles

It’s an improvement … that’s about it.

In what must be a first for Hollywood and setting a rather expensive precedence (70 million USD), comes the first ever DLC edition of a film, years after its’ failed release in 2017 at the hands of audiences and critics alike.

With over 4 years to mull over the project and fans clamouring for his vision to be realised, Snyder has finally had an opportunity to right many of the wrongs in the original cut of the film.

However did that opportunity really have to come at a 4 hour run time?

Snyder, as a director, seems to relish elaborate story-telling techniques and vast inclusions of world building elements. This, whilst exciting, often bogs down the film with references that some die-hard comic book fans will love, but others will leave, scratching their head. In particular, I found the “Epilogue” of the film to be far too long with a lot of world building elements that do not need to be added.

However, Snyder’s slavish attention to further explore the backstory of a lot of these characters is a necessary evil, as without them, the film truly suffers with emotional stakes as seen in the 2017 cut.

Here, in the Snyder cut, much of the additional cast without their solo films, like Cyborg and the Flash gain much needed improvement, in regards to their characterisation and motivations. They are more realised and iconic now, due to their past being a key element as to why they want to join the Justice League.

The same is also said for the main villain, Steppenwolf whose generic motivations were now transformed into a desire to fall back into the good graces of his true master, Darkseid.

Again, this was another necessary sacrifice to create a more realised “world”, with Snyder’s decision to insert Darkseid into the plot, a way to set up a future story about the true evil that was coming to destroy Earth. This of course, negatively affects the importance of Steppenwolf, but such is the nature of this beast that the DCEU has become.

The overall plot is also remarkably improved by Snyder’s direction, as there are less silly contrivances and conveniences. however the film does suffer from a slight pacing issue with having to balance so many character’s individual aspirations, motivations and actions.

The sheer amount of times, in which Snyder cuts between Cyborg then to Flash, then over to Wonder Woman, then back to Batman and finally to Superman, with a splash of Aquaman in between is dizzying and serves to blur the film slightly when looking back upon it.

But gone are the silly quips that plagued the original Justice League and soured its tone. Instead a more natural and cohesive colour grade, tone and pace was injected into the film, creating a less confusing and more consistent watching experience.

Fight sequences which lack panache before, are now more exciting and gritty. The score in particular, under the expert supervision of Junkie XL (Tom Holkenborg) is now much more memorable and heroic, serving the visuals well. It is pleasing to note that all the heroes have their own moment to shine in the score, and to hear the iconic Hans Zimmer’s Man of Steel theme again is always a blast.

When discussing visuals, there are times when the visuals do not match well with the rest of the film, no doubt a key issue due to budget and time constraints. Certain CGI heavy scenes stick out from the rest of the film, and there are some scenes that do not need the signature Snyder slow motion shots, for the sake of brevity. In fact, I found the use of slow motion a bit excessive but that could just be a personal gripe speaking.

Overall, the improvements are there. The film has punchier and bloodier fight sequences, something which, I will admit, is not quite something I approve of. There is something odd about seeing superheroes kill their enemies on film, especially when they espouse a higher moral code.

But I digress …

The backstory of key characters have been fleshed out and a lot of their flaws from the 2017 cut have been addressed. The way how the story evolves and unfolds throughout the film has a lot more rhythm and sense to them, and the visuals finally match the tone that its’ creator had always strive for.

I just wished it didn’t take Snyder so damn long to tell this story and focus a bit less emphasis on extravagant world building for future sequels. I thought that there was already enough in here to warrant a great Justice League film.

It is a pity, because had the DCEU followed a better business model like its’ great rival, the MCU, in creating individual films for each of their main characters, the Justice League would be a much more concise and precise film, removed from the restraints of having to introduce characters and their motivational arcs.

For a lot of Snyder fans this is a vindictive moment, a film that justified their belief in a director, whose visions are often torn up by the studio. The 2021 version of Justice League has some excellent moments that really highlight the heroism of their characters and overall enhance the experience of the film to the point where the 2017 version seems like a bland rip-off in comparison.

Perhaps a necessary step forward for Snyder is to understand one of his greatest strengths is his weakness in the studio’s eyes. His penchant for long, elaborate stories, often require a lot from the audience with their 3 hour run times (as seen in Watchmen Extended Cut, Batman v Superman Ultimate Edition, this 2021 version of Justice League) and such a run time require a director to be extremely adept with story pacing, an issue he suffers from often.

But there is a reason why I place a question mark at the end of the Yes? above in the recommendation. This film is best appreciated when you have seen the 2017 cut before. As a standalone film, it is a bit trickier to recommend to new audiences, because of the long run-time, the wildly elaborate story and the excessive amount of backstory work Snyder had to do, to create compelling emotional moments for each of the main characters and villains. This does not even include the hundreds of Easter eggs scattered throughout the film.

To wrap things up, Snyder’s Justice League is a marked improvement over the 2017 cut and worth viewing if you were disappointed with the film when it first came out. If you are new to the DCEU, this might be an undertaking that may underwhelm you slightly.

A scene to recall: There is something oddly striking about seeing Wonder Woman’s silhouette against the backdrop of London, desperately throwing a bomb away from hostages. It makes her a believable mythological figure and somehow the composition of the shot and colours made the scene so photo-realistic.