Watching the Godzilla Stompathon on Sci-Fi channel.
I love it when the voices and words don’t match the pictures. Just like real life. Trying to piece together meanings from little clues, it doesn’t really matter much if you’re right or wrong. The basic narrative is so engrained in our consciousness, that we construct meaning without really having a sense of the full picture. Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein was perhaps the prototype for most science fiction. Man reaches too far. Gets stomped.
Looking down at the OED, still open from last night I see another great one:
- (A person) dedicated to futile pursuits
That about sums me up, indeed. I must say that I’ve enjoyed watching Red Planet in the last few days too.
Sci-fi movies might be silly, but it was quite refreshing to see Val Kilmer blast off while saying Fuck this Planet!. Red Planet was also novel in that there were no cold-war type tyrannical subplots, the real meat and potatoes of most sci-fi. No evil military, no vindictive monsters, just machines gone wrong and an ecology impossible to predict. Not a great film, but amusing anyway. After all, sometimes, it’s just fun to watch Tokyo get stomped.
So much for the thin veneer of scholarship that seems to be dominating my blog lately. Now I’m just getting silly.