The Road to Self-Publishing (series, 2)

I have a really fantastic artist, who we'll affectionately refer to as Mr. Universally Talented (or maybe just Mr. UT), working on my book cover. Here's the first sketch he busted out, just a quick and rough (I'm referring to the sketch here). Can you guess the theme of the book?

Yesterday I began a discussion of opinions surrounding the idea of self-publishing and outlined three points that are often given by those in the industry for not doing it. These were: A) there's an endemic belief that if your book was not successful enough to get offered representation by an agent, it just wasn't that good, B) if you self-publish, publishing houses won't take you seriously later on, and C) you won't make as much money self-pubbing as going the traditional route.

To quote one of my favorite movie characters, allow me to retort.

Firstly, I'd like to point out that any literary agent you talk to will freely admit that they pass on representation of a lot of good projects because the market audience is too nebulous, too niche, or just not there at the present time to make the book lucrative. In terms of making money, creative writing is so much more complicated than simply pouring all the shiny and dark bits of your soul onto paper and blowing others' minds away with how brilliant and twisted one is. When it comes to being a "successful", i.e., money-making author, you gotta have someone willing to pay you to bare your complicated soul. And literary agents are much like weathermen when it comes to finding those people; sometimes there just aren't enough people who like tornadoes and rain. OK, am I trying to hard with this metaphor? Yeah, probably, let me get back on track.

The point is, the first argument against self-publishing, that agents will think your books aren't that good if you self-publish, is a fallacy. It may be a magnificent book, they just couldn't think of a way to market it. And agents will tell you that.

Let's think about what that means for a second. Who is this elusive market? What do they want? Why would they prefer a book by Stephen King or Neil Gaiman over yours (or whoever your own work most closely resembles)? The answer may be a little bit creepier than you thought.

It's the publishing industry itself which decides what the public will read. They decide what to sell and how to sell it to make it seem like just what you want. The actual words on the page are really only half the reason you buy a book. The other reasons are simple things like, the cover looked interesting, you've read other stuff by that author that you liked, you saw the movie and it seemed pretty good, it was right there at the grocery checkout so you figured you'd pick it up, etc.

The cover: created by the publisher to do exactly what it did, make you look twice, maybe buy the book.

You like the author: and the publishers know it, hence paying that author to write more books (Note: I'm not slighting authors here, they've worked damn hard to write a good book and deserve the credit).

The movies seemed good: like books, the movie industry funnels a ton of money into making a movie a success so they follow the model of "what's worked before will work again" (which is why so few movies seem new and fresh; they're frequently just the same storyline with new characters, new costumes, and different locations).

Etc.

Are you seeing a theme here? Whatever the publishers put the most money into is what sells the most. It's what people think about when they think of a good book (or movie) because those books are what have had the most backing and exposure. But the simple truth is, there are gads of wonderful writers in the world whose books would be loved by many, but there simply isn't enough money in the publishing world to support them all. If you think about it, if publishers put equal attention and equal money behind every project, they'd actually be competing with themselves. Nothing would get the hyper-exposure that big name authors do and...well...and what? Would sales go down? I bet no one really knows.

The gist of this is all to say that the publishing houses spoon feed us what we will read and self-publishing is very much the DIY punk mentality of saying, "f**k that, I'll make it on my own and not sell out to your narrow-minded, conformist, soul-crushing demands."

That's a thought, anyway. Viva La Revolution, right? But don't just take my word for it. Read Jim Munroe's thoughts, he's been in the business for awhile.

Tune it later this week and I'll address point B. In the meantime, what are your thoughts on the media monopoly?

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The Road to Self-Publishing (series, 1)

Lately, I've been bandying around the idea of self-publishing my first novel. It's been a work in progress for almost five years now and I'm at the point where I believe that the characters, the world, and the verve within me to keep supporting the book has come to a near close. Don't get me wrong, I love the book. In fact, I'm sure many new novelists feel about their books the way new parents feel about their kids: protective, supportive, nurturing, and pretty damn certain that there's is the most wonderful kid that ever walked the earth (I'm not ego-centric enough to believe that last about this novel, but I do think it's good).

As you may have guessed, there's a very serious debate in the publishing world regarding this move. Really quickly, the "success" model is: write the best book you can, find an established agent to represent it to major publishers, then sign a contract with same for a decent advance and a the big house's commitment to market the book so you'll make more money. Sounds like a pretty direct route right? Ahem, let me enlighten you.

First of all, the mainstream publishing world is in the eye of a maelstrom that combines damages from their short-sightedness, a bad economy, and a public's growing interest in the quick and cheap promises of ebooks. All these things have left the mainstream world reeling and limited their ability to financially support a good crop of mid-list authors. To be a success in the current model, you have to already be a success. In other words, as a genre writer, you really need to be a package deal with an established readership and good track record of sales before they'll really start to consider your book. No matter HOW good it is. Now, of course, this is a generalization, but the overall idea has been confirmed by many, many channels in the literary world.

Publisher's just can't afford to pay for maybes anymore, and maybes are all a new author can bring to the table. If you pick apart that idea, you start to see the Catch-22. You have to BE a success before given a chance to BECOME a success. Come again? Yeah, how's that for a crap deal?

There are authors, agents and publishers who say that self-publishing is a bad idea because, A) there's an endemic belief that if your book was not successful enough to get offered representation by an agent, it just wasn't that good, B) if you self-publish, publishing houses won't take you seriously later on, and C) you won't make as much money self-pubbing as going the traditional route.

Tomorrow, I'll follow up on those three ideas and share my thoughts on why they just aren't altogether true.

What about the rest of my writer buddies? Any thoughts or ideas on this subject?

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My Goal This Month

I absolutely will not sleep until I learn every single move in this amazing dance routine.

Then I plan on working on my singing skills.

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This is Getting Ridiculous

Doom and gloom. Is that what people really care about?

You may be wondering what I'm talking about. Well, here it is. I was just perusing the headlines after a long day of working in my new job (which may be one of the greatest jobs in the world, i.e., working with medical professionals to help people learn to cope with cancer) and this was the list of top headlines  that came up on Yahoo!

End of Days? Thousands of dead animals? Body found in landfill? Amputations! For the luva my freakin' godiva, did anything good happen in the hours I was away at work today? And to top it all off, Pete Postlethwaite dies? Really, could things get much worse?

I don't even mean to belittle the world of journalism because I have more than an Eiffel Tower's worth of respect for people who can a) dedicate their lives to finding the truth, and b) write it in a comprehensible way that enables those without the means to investigate it on their own to still know what the world holds in store. What I have a problem with is this kind of doom and gloom sensationalism that puts everyone in a place of wondering, like me, what good happened in the world today. Yeah, I know, I'm just being thin-skinned and failing to see the overall importance of "news." But really, is knowing a celebrity may lose a leg going to do more for my personal contentment and peace of mind than knowing that say, a non-profit organization has successfully immunized thousands of people against preventable diseases? Which matters more to you?

The whole issue really just speaks to the fact that, though homogenization of information has its positives, it is much too vulnerable to the whims of sensationalism and capitalistic necessities. As a human being with a need to be nurtured as much mentally as physically, I think it's imperative that we seek out the good as much as we do the bad. Our equilibrium and efficacy as a species, and as caretakers of a planet containing billions of other species, depends on it. I challenge myself, and anyone else who wants to, to find one good thing happening in the world for every bad thing we read in the headlines for an entire week. If we don't want to make our future a self-fulfilling prophecy, it's up to us to overcome our own hardwired tendencies to believe that pursuing what is difficult, i.e., justice and peace, is futile.

Ahem. Now back to our regularly scheduled programming. Has anyone watched Season 2 of Lost? Things are getting pretty juicy on the island of no return!<div

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You Never Know What to Expect

Million Man March 1995

Yeah, I know. Can you believe it? It's 2011. A whole decade has followed the triple aught already? I remember Y2K like it was yesterday!Despite the fact that there are now kids who have no idea, or even interest in, what the nineties were really about (i.e., grunge music, Clinton’s unbecoming “stain”, the first Bush, Princess Diana,  no wifi, the significance of the phrase “I’m the king of the world!”, riot grrrl, coffee that cost less than $3.50 a cup still to be found, and of course the artist formerly-known-as-Prince-but–now-apparently-know-as-Prince-again’s song “1999” (two-thousand-zero-zero party over, oops, out of time)), the first decade of 2010 seems to have passed with both the agonizing slowness of cutting off your own arm (we can ask Aaron Ralston for confirmation), and all the swiftness of water slipping through your fingers. I mean, if you think about it, none of us will ever see another century mark go by, and most of this decade’s generation will never see one pass at all. It makes me feel a certain affinity with my great-grandparents; they were born in a time of horse-drawn carriages and saw men walk on the moon. What could possibly top that? Even if I can’t imagine the kind of advancements human ingenuity might next display, it’s still a privilege to have a glimpse of the amazement and optimism that they must have felt as they watched one century end and another begin.Despite my inability to listen to the Grateful Dead without needing to hold back my gag reflex, I think they had it right when they played “What a Long Strange Trip It’s Been.” The last ten years have seen our country jump from business-as-usual to an all out free-fall of wars, political maneuvering, global catastrophes and unprecedented social shifts in a single, precision-guided shot. 911 and Hurricane Katrina irrevocably changed the way the modern world copes with the fact that we are never going to be able to build walls to keep out our “enemies”, whether human or of that natural variety (well, it’s proven that to most of us, but there are still those who can’t seem to circumvent their pesky lizard brain genetics). While there are many who are still stuck in the rut of relying on the status quo to “fix” things, I truly believe that the next twenty to forty years will see the kind of monumental rift in the social order that has not been experienced since, and will probably exceed by orders of magnitude, the kind of change ushered in by the movements of the ‘60s. It’s those of us who were first growing into our own self- and social- identities in the nineties who will be driving these changes, and it’s up to us to imagine a harmonious and just way of doing it.Wow, OK, sorry about the crazy philosophical/political brain-dump. Apparently a  carrot and celery juice cocktail in the morning does something wonky to my synaptic dance. I think I better go put on some Pearl Jam and get out the brain bleach so I can scour away that Prince song keeps looping in my head.A parting gift to you:

I was dreamin’ when I wrote this, forgive me if it goes astrayBut when I woke up this morning, could have sworn it was Judgment DayThe sky was all purple, there was people running everywhereTried to run from the destruction, you know I didn’t even care

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Movie Review: The Warrior's Way

Raise your hand if you loved the movies Hero and Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Wow, a lot of you. Okay, now raise your hand if you loved the movies The Good, The Bad and The Ugly and The Proposition. Um, yeah, another waving sea of fingers, as expected. Excellent.Now, imagine a director with the stunning creative vision of Ang Lee (Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon) and the campy-yet-engaging wit of Baz Luhrman (Moulin Rouge) taking those four movies and shaking them together in a snow globe. What you get is The Warrior’s Way.I loved this movie. It combined the whimsical with the dangerous, the terrible with the daring, and the grit with the wit of a something almost akin to a Shakespearean dramedy (not that Shakespeare would have ever used the word “dramedy”). It retains that epic quality we so love in movies like Crouching Tiger and Hero, yet still brings to life quirky, mischievous, and downright rotten characters that you can relate to. Especially if can fly or shoot a stick of dynamite falling through the air from the top of a ferris wheel.The story, while simple, is filled with timeless themes and juicy plotlines that never fail to titillate: revenge, betrayal, love, broken promises, sacrifice and redemption. The hero, Yang, played by Seoul-based actor Dong-gun Jang is an assassin whose training began as a young boy and was so cruel and complete that part of his rites of passage were to kill his own best friend. When he grows to adulthood, he finds there is still a thread of humanity at his core and he cannot complete the mission of blood commanded by his assassin clan, the Sad Flutes. The mission: to kill a baby girl, the last survivor of a rival clan.Instead of this grisly chore, Yang saves the child and flees in search of an old friend who has escaped the Sad Flute life and become a sword-swinging virtuoso in a traveling circus in America. But what he finds is not what he expects. His friend has died, and the circus is on a permanent dead-end stop in a dead-end dusty town far from the limelight.Yet, with the help and encouragement of a sassy wannabe knife thrower, Lynne, played by Kate Bosworth, this homeless drifter finally finds a place he can settle down for good, and a troop of similarly lost souls to help him raise his adopted daughter.But of course, villainy is afoot. This time, in the form of a megalomaniacal rapist with a fetish for good teeth, who leads a gang of cut-throat desperadoes on annual forages of terror and wantonness into Yang’s new home. And not only that, Yang’s old clan is after him to finish the job he failed and mete out the ultimate punishment for doing so.Like any good western, there’s a showdown at high noon. But you’ve never seen a showdown of this grandiosity. To call it explosive would not do it justice. To call it bloody would not properly capture the volume of gore. And to call it anything but excitingly original would be to challenge me to a movie watching duel.While you won’t walk away from The Warrior’s Way with a profound sense of wonder or emotional drainage, you will walk away feeling thoroughly entertained. And with a supporting cast including Geoffrey Rush and Danny Huston, come on, you just can’t get any better.(If you think Geoffrey Rush is as amazing as I do, run, don’t walk, to Blockbuster and rent Quills. The BEST (only?) movie about the Marquis de Sade in history. Rush is truly sublime.)I highly recommend seeing all the movies just mentioned, but start with The Warrior's Way. If you do, tell me what you think.

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You Can Be Your Own Hero

Hey Everyone. Do me a favor and promise you won't tell Outside Magazine this, but around three years ago, someone gave Jer and a I a year's subscription to the mag as a gift. Somehow, we ended up getting a double-subscription, don't ask me how. Now, three years later, they've finally gotten around to reducing our subscription to just one per month, but we're still getting the magazine. I think somewhere in there we resubscribed during a deal they were doing, one year for $5, but otherwise, we're apparently permanent honorary members of their subscriber's club. Don't get me wrong, I'm quite happy about it. And you can't beat the subscription price, right? Basically, about 10 cents an issue. Not bad, huh?Anyway, that's not really what this post is about. It's actually about things that are inspiring and make a person realize that no matter how rough it may seem like things are, or how many obstacles you may have to achieving your dreams, there really is no obstacle more inhibiting than your own personal willingness to believe you can't do it. I know that, as an amateur author, I often come up with excuses for everything from why I don't have enough time to write, why I'm not writing as well as I want, laments about having access to the publishing industry or contacts that will help me launch my career, etc. etc. ad nauseum. But really folks, the only thing that's holding me back is me.Occasionally you read a story or meet a person that makes you realize that you can achieve your dreams no matter what obstacles you think are holding your back. A roadblock is just that, a block on a road. And roads are only one of a million ways to get to where you're headed.Okay, so you're probably asking what that has to do with Outside Magazine. Let me explain. Their November issue included a story about a man named Kevin Michael Connolly who's just over 20 years old, is a champion skier from Montana, and has traveled around the world on his own multiple times taking photographs. His work appears in a number of national galleries.So what, you may be asking. Traveling isn't a big deal and anyone can take pictures. But Kevin is extraordinary because he was born with no legs. He's done more in his short life with only half the mobility (and half the body) that most of us have. This is a guy who really knows what a roadblock is, and how to maneuver around them. On a skateboard.So, if you've got a dream or a goal that you want to achieve, I recommend thinking about what you perceive your roadblocks to be, and then thinking about Mr. Kevin Michael Connolly.[vimeo http://www.vimeo.com/6934037 w=400&h=225]Double Take Trailer from Kevin Michael Connolly on Vimeo.

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What's Your Story?

Where the magic (er, suffering) happens

As a fledgling writer, one of the things I continually wonder is in which genre I should be writing. I'm not sure how many other writers ask themselves this, but I've read in a number of places that its best to hone your craft to as close to perfection as you can in one genre first. Many new publishers and agents begin to think of you as "that" kind of writer, and if you throw something new at them early in your career their enthusiasm may wane or be non-existent, or they may simply not represent this new type of story and have no idea how to help you get it published or promoted. If you have a good relationship with your agent, and you've gone through the monumental effort of landing one that believes in you, it's very daunting to have to think about starting that search again for someone new who will believe in this other type of work.All that being said, I have a really hard time limiting myself. I enjoy coming up with people and situations that range from blood-and-guts military stories, to surrealist never-could-have-been mythologies, to gritty zombie and horror, to paranormal. I guess the one thing my stories all have in common is that they are only loosely based on plausible reality, which is just fine by me.The benefit, I realize, is that I am a fledgling writer, and therefore free to write in anything and everything. I'm still so new at the craft that I have carte blanche to play fast and loose with all the genres I want. Goody for me.One of the things I ponder when trying to decide on whether to solo genre or not to solo genre is what kind of stories do I most like to read? The theory being, if you love to read, you'll love to write it, right? Problem is, my reading tastes are just as wide and varied, more so even, as my writing tastes. In the last year, I've probably read forty or fifty books (not nearly the number I wish I had, but there's only so much time in a day), and when I think about the ones that have stuck with me the most, the really curious thing is that they are not necessarily the ones I enjoyed the most. Sometimes the story isn't as compelling as the writing, or vice versa, and those separate, but necessarily integrated, elements stay with you long past the memory of what the story was about or who the characters were. The top five books I've read in the last year that still rattle around my head, regardless of how much I enjoyed the story, are: Jim Butcher's Storm Front, Neal Stephenson's Snowcrash, Garth Stein's The Art of Racing in the Rain, Patrick Lee's The Breach, and J.J. Connolly's Layer Cake. What do all those books have in common? Uh, they're all written in English? Otherwise, they're as different as different can be. The point of this rambling paragraph is just to say, I think, that good writing will out no matter what the story is about, which maybe helps support the idea that sticking with one genre in both what you choose to read and what you choose to write is quite simply a bad, self-limiting, idea.If the words and the story are there, use them, I say.What do the rest of my writer buddies think?

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Nature vs Nurture

I've been doing a lot of research on the Arctic, the animals and the people, for this NaNoWriMo novel I'm writing and happened upon the stunning photography by National Geographic artist Paul Nicklen. He Has this story about a leopard seal to share on YouTube that is just so amazing, I wanted to pass it on.Here is a website showcasing many of his gorgeous photographs. http://www.paulnicklen.com/

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Where Have I Been?

Hey Folks. Sorry there have been no postings lately. I have been REE-DIC-U-LOUSLY busy. Doing National Novel Writing Month, better known as NaNoWriMo, so putting out 2-3000 words into a new novel per day. Which is a lot, in case you were wondering. The goal, of course, is to have an entire novel written within a month. Eek!!!! Anyway, I'm excited about this one--been thinking about it for several months. It's got wolves, Vikings, Inuits, struggling grad students, murder, ghosts, demonic possession. So, you know, kinda bland and boring.Also, I'm applying for an MBA program and building my first website. And then I got hooked on the series Lost, and there's still Castle, and Jon Stewart has been more irresistible than usual lately. Plus there's all the research to do for the novel. Whoa! Where does the time go?If you have time for a good movie, I recommend Dorian Gray, based on Oscar Wilde's novel. Really good Victorian England pathos film with monsters (or are they only human?).Oh yeah, and also, check out The Fast Runner. The first film every made entirely in the Inuit language, Inuktitut, and based on an ancient Inuit myth. Quite a fascinating and spell-binding glimpse into life in the Arctic and this lovely culture.

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Book Review: Mystic River by Dennis Lehane

Have you ever picked up a volume of something, whether a novel, a historical study, even a cookbook, and after reading just a few words became so wrapped up in it that the rest of the world completely disappeared? OK, maybe this doesn't happen much with cookbooks, unless you're a chef and cooking is your thing. As a dedicated reader, I have sunk my fangs into untold books and have become very good at spotting something that will turn my knob within the first few paragraphs. And I'm definitely not the kind of person who will force myself to sit through an entire story, ten or so hours of my life, if those first sentences don't do it for me. There are so many wonderful books out there, there's no reason to make them wait on the less wonderful books (and by less wonderful, I just mean the ones that don't work for me personally, it doesn't necessarily mean there's anything wrong with the writing).Mystic River is one of those books that stripped the outside world away and made me want to stay on the couch until I'd read the entire 500 or so pages. A lot of you probably saw the movie by the same name starring Sean Penn, Tim Robbins, and Kevin Bacon that won quite a number of awards a few years ago, and deservedly so. When I saw the movie, I was quite moved by the entire story. The plot, the dramatic turns, and the heartwrenching emotional impact of it all was profound. It seemed that if a movie, which is often a poorly modified version of the original story when coming from a book, could be so well done, the book must be an amazing piece of work. And in the case of Mystic River, that's true times ten.Dennis Lehane has drawn the three main characters and all of his supporting characters with a pen made of part gold and part brilliance. It's not often that I read a book where at least at some point I feel like the author has to resort to at least a little bit of a laundry list to get across all the character details s/he wants. Not so with Mystic River. The story Lehane tells is so viscerally and subtly powerful that it's almost as if you're there, not reading about these people and the tragedy that befalls them, but witnessing it, a passer-by on the sidewalk.For those who don't know, here's just a quick synopsis of the story. In the mid-seventies, three boys, Sean Devine, Jimmy Marcus, and Dave Boyle are just typical kids growing up in a blue collar neighborhood in Boston. One day, Dave is abducted and sexually abused for four days by unknown men. When he escapes, his life and the lives of his friends are forever changed.They grow up and fulfill what could be argued are sadly unavoidable twists of destiny: Sean becoming a State Trooper, Jimmy becoming a criminal, and Dave living a marginal blue collar life. They lose touch with each other beyond an occasional nod in a neighborhood bar, but their lives come into collision again when Jimmy's oldest daughter is found brutally killed the night before she planned to elope with her boyfriend. Sean is assigned to the case and Jimmy makes it clear that Sean either finds the killer soon, or he will. Jimmy's wife is cousins with Dave's wife, and they begin to grow close again as Dave and Celeste help Jimmy and Annabeth work through their grief.The cruel twist of fate, however, is this question: on the night Jimmy's daughter is killed, Dave returns home covered in blood with no strong alibi for what happened. He admits to having seen Katie, Jimmy's daughter, minutes before she died, but claims not to know what became of her. Is Dave lying? Did he kill Katie?The story uncovers the deepest secrets of the human heart and studies what it is that makes a person do what they do. It asks the questions of whether or not fate can be challenged, and how, and if there's any way to avoid your own. It's a beautifully written novel and I highly recommend it.Dennis Lehane has a new book out now called Moonlight Mile. I picked it up at the grocery store and read the first couple of pages yesterday--I could tell right away that it's going to be just as fantastic. He's also the author of Shutter Island, and many others.

Expert Interview: Chief Warrant Officer Al Dupre

Hi Folks. Here's the first installment of this expert interviews of soldiers and contractors who have been involved in the US actions in Iraq and Afghanistan in these last nine years. The intent of these interviews is to shed some light on the policies and events carried out by our country and the effects the people who've been enacting these decisions, those with their "boots on the ground" if you will, have had. Most importantly though, these interviews are about learning what it is to be a citizen of this country. What it means to be part of a nation that has been involved in a non-stop series of national and international conflicts and wars since our founding over 250 years ago. Maybe these insights will help us discover more about ourselves as individuals and as part of a democratic nation, and maybe they'll help us decide what kind of personal identity and legacy we want to leave behind when we're gone.Please feel free to comment with your any thoughts, questions, or opinions you might have about these interviews, but keep it civil. Personal

Tell the readers a little about yourself. What branch were you in, how long did you serve, where, why did you join, was it worth it? Would you do it again if you knew then what you know now? What is the biggest lesson you’ve learned from being in the military?
I’m currently an AH-64 Apache pilot in the AZ National Guard. Prior to this, I was regular army from 1995 to 2006. Besides stateside postings, I was in Korea twice, and did a tour in Iraq in 2005. I originally joined the National Guard in Massachusetts in 1993 to help pay for college, but after I got bored with mechanical engineering I went full-time Army. In 1998 I went to flight school and became an AH-64 Apache pilot.
Regrets? None. While there were some things that truly sucked about military life (rolling out of a warm sleeping bag at 3:30am in a freezing Korean rainstorm to pack up our tent springs to mind), I volunteered knowing full well what I was in for. I can also say I’ve gotten to do some pretty damn cool stuff, and met some extraordinary people and friends.
There were a lot of lessons I took away from the army. Picking one is tough, but maybe it’s a sense of perspective. I’ve been to a lot of places and seen a lot of things, good and bad. I can say I’ve learned from it all.
Iraq 2005

What unit were you in and what was its primary goal in Iraq or Afghanistan?
I was in the 3-3 Attack-Reconnaissance Battalion, 3rd Infantry Division. Our job was to patrol the area in and north of Baghdad, looking for rocket and IED teams, and to provide air cover for our own guys. We’d also occasionally escort Blackhawks carrying VIPs to various parts of Iraq.
What, in your opinion, has been achieved by our policies in Iraq and Afghanistan?
I’ll speak to Iraq, since that’s where I was. The biggest thing I saw is that they have a chance now for the kind of prosperity that some of their neighbors have. I passed through Kuwait City on the way to Baghdad, and it was like going from downtown San Diego to a New Jersey slum. It wasn’t the war damage and it wasn’t because of a lack of resources. Saddam’s government was spending the money on things like their own palaces and wars with Iran. With Saddam and his sons gone, maybe the new government can do better.
How would you define those policies, from your experience and the missions you were involved in?
While I was there in ’05, the policy was simply to get their country back together and get it to where they were running things themselves again. Well, the concept was simple, but of course the actual execution was a bit more complicated.
One of the main things we had to stand up their government, army, and police force. For us, that meant including the area around the Green Zone into our round-the-clock patrols, and escorting convoys carrying things like voting ballots or concrete barriers with which to protect the polling stations. On actual election days we’d be overhead somewhere, but we’d avoid hanging too close to the polls unless we had to, so we wouldn’t have the appearance of trying to influence anything. I saw quite a bit of the Iraqi police, but had no way of working directly with them unless they had US guys with them. Late in my tour, we saw the Iraqi army doing more patrols. At first they’d do joint patrols with us. It was something to see, their older Soviet-made tanks and APCs alongside ours. In the last month or two, we handed entire sectors over to them. I couldn’t talk directly to them, but if nothing else pressing was going on, I’d sometimes loiter close by and keep an eye out for trouble. I can only hope that they understood my intent; I’m guessing a few of them may have bad experiences with Apaches in their past.
What our day-to-day drudgery, though, was keeping the infrastructure running; roads, gas stations, public works, that sort of thing. The roads, especially, is where I spent most of my time. That’s what our ground operations centered on; setting up checkpoints or static observation posts, and driving up and down the roads all day looking for IEDs. And that’s how most of our casualties were happening.
The policy about the insurgency boiled down to this: capture them if you can, kill them if you have to, but don’t tear up too much stuff doing it. That’s the tricky thing about fighting an insurgency.  None of the other stuff we were doing would matter a bit if we leveled a neighborhood just to get one guy with an AK-47. But if you never pull a trigger at all, they get stronger and bolder anyways. It’s a tough balance
Do you believe we have done more good than harm, or the other way around?
It could go either way. Here’s what I mean: Iraq’s at a stage right now that reminds me of Germany after the two world wars. They got the crap stomped out them both times; viewed objectively, the damage we did in Iraq barely rates as a scratch compared to it. After WWI, they lived in a state of economic depression for more than a decade. That was the catalyst that enabled Hitler to rise to power. After WWII, we helped put them back on their feet with the Marshall Plan, but they also decided for themselves they were going to be independent and successful again. If the current Iraqi government can pull their country together, they can be the post WWII Germany. If they fall apart, they may very well end up with another dictator with an axe to grind, because that’s the kind of leader that usually ends up on top out of those messes.
Do you think Bush’s policies with regards to Iraq and Afghanistan were forward thinking? Were they executed well or not so well? How about Obama’s?
In the interest of not Rolling Stoning or McChrystallizing myself, I’ll keep it general and short here.
I’ve tried to imagine a future where Saddam is still happily running things, and then when his sons take over, eager to flex their power and avenge their father’s indignities. None of what I come up with is good. I also think of past history, when Neville Chamberlain thought he had achieved “peace for our time.” He didn’t come up with anything good, either.
The execution: up to the reconstruction part, we did pretty well. After that, well… it was a lot tougher than it had to be, and I believe that it will always cloud the way the war is perceived and judged in history. The surge worked, but it shouldn’t have had to get to that point. It’s true that no war in history has gone as well as well as intended by those fighting it, win or lose. Still, we should have done better.
I think I’ll just pass on that last one.
Should we still be in either place? Should we have ever been in them?
There’s no question in my mind about Afghanistan. Al-Qaeda escalated to attacking us in our own country, and the Taliban was sheltering them. That was good enough for me. I didn’t think too much of the other ideas that I heard at the time. I couldn’t see how economic sanctions would work against a country that had already so isolated themselves. I heard some talk about treating it as a criminal matter, as opposed to an act of war; well, good luck making that arrest. Turning the other cheek had already been done, and it just got us smacked on both sides of the face.
With Iraq, I didn’t see it quite as black and white like that, but I don’t regret it, either. Going to war in the name of UN sanctions didn’t mean much to me; it doesn’t say UN on my uniform. I thought WMDs were worth going for, but that obviously didn’t pan out (note to Saddam in hell: dumb bluff, asshole). Even so, I found I had my own reasons to be there. I got to fly way up north to the Kurdish lands on escort missions, and the way they would come out of their homes and wave and jump up and down every time we flew over—damn, that felt good. I suppose that if I had family or friends that were gassed by Saddam, I’d be pretty happy too.
I didn’t always have to go that far, though. Towards the end of my tour, I took up a standing invitation from our scouts to go on a ground operation with them. It was a routine op; we followed up on some intel and raided a couple houses looking for members of the local insurgency, not more than a couple miles from our base. But also on that night, we “raided” the house of another man—for appearance’s sake, so he could talk to us and not be suspected of collaborating. He was a Shia Muslim, and in Saddam’s Sunni regime he lived in a constant state of fear, especially living in the Taji area. You see, our base formerly belonged to the Republican Guard. Many members of the Saddam’s Sunni regime also lived in that area, mostly in expensive homes along the Tigris, which ran right by the east side of our base. We sat in his living room and I just shut my mouth and listened while he talked of how much he looked forward to simply not living in fear of his own government anymore. That’s all he wanted for himself and his family, and he knew it wasn’t going to happen with Saddam in power.
I’m not an advocate of being the world’s policeman, or jumping in just anywhere there’s two people with a beef with each other, but when I see things like that, I don’t so much mind putting my own ass at risk. So maybe I’m inconsistent—screw it, I’m human.
I definitely couldn’t see pulling out before we’d put the insurgency down or at least down to where the Iraqis could take it on themselves. Our original intentions being right or wrong didn’t matter to me much at that point; the insurgency happened because of us. Cutting and running was the only way it could have possibly been even worse, the height of short-sightedness—leaving behind a shattered infrastructure, a skeleton government, and no security. That’s how Afghanistan was after the Soviets pulled out.
Have our actions in Iraq and Afghanistan increased national security, had no effect, or caused greater harm? Why or why not?
We haven’t had a successful attack on our soil since 9-11, so I’ll have to say our security is better. Fighting us over there is a drain and distraction on them, and we uncover bits of intel here and there that help us put together a larger picture of what they’re doing. It’s not like in the movies, where they find a laptop full of files saying, “secret attack plans.” Clues come in bits and pieces, and they’re hard to get if we don’t actively go after them.
That said, we have to expect that sooner or later, they’ll get an attack through. As long as they keep trying, the laws of chance tell me that they’ll find a way in. I’d be (happily) surprised if they don’t.  What should we do with regards to Pakistan? Can we do anything that will be good for us and good for the region, or the world?
That’s a tough one. Just like in Korea and Vietnam, the enemy has a safe haven, and I hate that. I wish we could just tell them to clear and secure their borders, or we’ll do it for them. But that’s probably not politically nor militarily feasible. The interest, as in the past wars, is not making the side show the main event.
It’s a safe bet that there are things going on behind the scenes that we won’t know about for a long time. Black ops, diplomatic maneuvering, things like that—we can guess all we want, but it probably won’t come to light anytime soon.
Iraq 2005

Terrorism
Why, from your experience, have we become targets for fundamentalists of the Muslim persuasion?
I see two things, either of which in themselves would be enough to get us into this mess. The first is our friendship with Israel. Part of that is the Palestinian desire for their own country, also. In a word, it’s religion, when you come right down to it. Judaism versus Islam, but we got dragged into it because when we aid almost everybody, we’re bound to piss off somebody else.
The other thing is the 1991 Gulf War. Even without the conflict already there over the Israeli-Palestine issue, it probably would have been enough to spark its own anyways. That’s what sent Bin Laden over the edge. I’m less than sympathetic, though. First, we were there because his country invited us. All the other Arab states combined weren’t willing to take on Iraq, but they knew we would.  Second, all the wealth in that region, including his, came from the rest of the world’s wallets. Okay, so it was about oil. The government does it because we buy it.
So, for the heinous evil of liberating Kuwait, keeping the world’s oil flowing, and embarrassing the living shit out of Saddam, Bin Laden and his ilk have their leverage against us.
At this point, they’re almost moot points. Their war with us has become an end in itself.
If you really want to go back to some roots, you have to go to WWI. The Ottoman Empire had owned the Middle East, but got defeated along with Germany. The Brits and the French divided up the Empire formerly known as the Ottoman into mandates (colonies, really), without regard to religious sects, clans, or anything else. That’s why you have the explosive mixes of different peoples in places like Lebanon and Iraq, and countries laying claim to parts of others (Iraq and Kuwait, 1990). T.E. Lawrence saw the trouble coming and tried in vain to do something about it, even back then. Yes, Lawrence of Arabia. Smart guy. Anyways, they didn’t take long to kick the Brits and French out, but kept the boundaries and made countries out of themselves. The place has been a powder keg ever since.
I’m sure that there are a few of them that fight solely to expand Islam and because they hate our culture, which is the antithesis of their fundamentalist interpretations. I have a hard time believing, though, that there are enough of them to make up the majority of their forces.
What can we as a nation do to eliminate this?
As long as we’re burning gas in our cars, we’re going to have a presence in the region. It’s been that way since oil was discovered there, and I don’t see that changing, no matter who’s in the White House. So that point of contention isn’t going away anytime soon.
We’re not abandoning Israel, either. So it’s not going to be up to us, actually. By some happy miracle we may broker a peace in between Lebanon and Israel and Hezbollah someday, but if the actual people on the ground don’t make it work, this will just flare up again sometime in the future. But if they somehow did, maybe all the other reasons the fundamentalists like to fight us for will just dry up and be left behind.
           
In your opinion, have our efforts to halt terrorist activities actually increased anti-American sentiment worldwide? Why or why not?
Probably has, at least in Muslim countries. Their efforts have increased anti-Muslim sentiment worldwide, too: Mumbai. Bali. Madrid and London. The Beslan school siege. Pan Am 103. The Achille Lauro. Munich. It goes on and on. I’d say they have more to answer for than us. We at least saved a huge Muslim population with our intervention in Bosnia in the 90s; I can’t think of how they can say so much.
The thing is, it’s irrelevant anyways, in the grand scheme of things. We both fight the propaganda war for popular opinion and it gets us an edge here and there, but unless we solve the root causes, we’ll just going to keep at each other, one way or another.
Loss and Gains
Have we, as a nation, lost anything due to our efforts in these countries? Is so, what?
Actually, there’s something I wish we had lost: our naïveté about the nature of the enemy we’re fighting. Even after 9-11, I don’t think the average citizen appreciates it.
Message
If you could tell anyone who asked you what it has been like to serve in Iraq or Afghanistan, what would you say? What message would you want them to leave with and think about?
I could probably fill volumes trying to get that across, but I’ll try to boil it down by borrowing a couple quotes. One from David Bellavia, author of the great book House to House: “The warrior class in Iraq has been painted with two brushes: that of the victim and that of the felon. They appreciate neither.” I can’t improve upon that.
The other is from philosopher John Stuart Mill. It starts, “War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things.” After that he gets a bit more severe than is my view, but it’s essentially the core of why I do what I do. I won’t presume to speak for other soldiers, but I’m willing to bet many of them have a similar philosophy.
What else would you tell people? What do you want others to know about your experience or the role of the soldiers serving in Iraq and Afghanistan?
A few months into my tour, a civilian cargo helicopter was shot down in our sector, but far out west, where we didn’t often patrol. There was one surviving crewmember. They stood him up on his broken leg and executed him on the spot. We know this because they sent us the videotape. Some months later, they stopped a convoy of civilian dump trucks and executed every single driver, every one of them an Iraqi citizen. I can’t tell you how many car bombs I’ve seen go off in the middle of civilian marketplaces. That’s what I mean about the nature of the enemy we’re fighting. When our soldiers go rogue like that, we prosecute, and rightly so. For them, it’s simply how they do business.
Iraq 2005

Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell
What are your thoughts about repealing the “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy and gays and lesbians serving openly in the service?
I honestly don’t give a damn either way. The only thing I demand is that they’re there to do the job, not to just go through the motions so they can say, “look at me. I’m gay and I’m a soldier.” Big fucking deal. If I have a pilot in my outfit that lives to support the guys on the ground and can fly like Luke Skywalker, he can be a two-headed purple polka-dotted alien for all I care. Maybe I won’t hang out with them much after hours, but at work they’ll be ok in my book. If they’re there just to get themselves into a Time magazine article, I’ll probably boot them out a window; this is a wartime army, and we have other things to do.
Is there a difference between stateside garrison duty only or combat and stateside?
These days, not really. There’s probably not a unit anywhere in the military that hasn’t deployed at some point, and most likely has deployed multiple times.
Do you know any openly gay or lesbian soldiers? How about closeted?
Yes, I had a friend who was bi and closeted.
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Movie Review: I Sell The Dead

Have you wondered, like I have, what Dominic Monaghan and Billy Boyd have been  up to since Lord of the Rings? OK, I did hear that Dom was in a TV show called Lost, but I'm illiterate when it comes to TV, so it doesn't really count in my personal reality.Last night I watched I Sell The Dead, a snarky flick about two graverobbers in the 19th Century who find unexpected success in traffiking in the undead. It was an absolutely delightful film! Unexpectedly, so. Normally, you rent this kind of thing expecting to be able to see the wires and zippers holding the monsters together, with the dialogue and plot of a badly written children's book. And yeah, it had a little of that, but it was quite a funny and well-told story nonetheless. Really, can anything with Ron Perlman in it be all that bad? Don't answer that.I recommend it. If you're looking for something humorous, moderately gory, and fresh (in the sense of being a unique story, not in the olfactory sense), it'll certainly fulfill your Halloween expectations.

What Do You Want to Know?

As mentioned in my last post, I'll be interviewing a handful of soldiers and civilian contractors who've been working in Iraq and Afghanistan. I know there are a ton of things I'm interested in learning about, but what about you all? If you have any questions you'd like to ask our men in women in uniform (military or not), send them in. I can't guarantee they'll be answered, but I'll certainly send them to my "sources" (wow, I'm like a war reporter or something). I'm leaving it up to them to answer what they wish, but it doesn't hurt to ask.

Let's Ask the Experts

If, like me, you've lived the last nine years (or more) wondering what the fuck is going on in the world, you may be interested in some of the posts I'll have over the next few weeks.I'm an idea person, an armchair philosopher if you will, and I spend way too much time pondering why people do the things they do, or, even more importantly, why they don't do things that seem so obviously in need of doing. For instance, why didn't we as a nation stand up against the Supreme Court ruling that put Bush in office for a second term? What is it in human nature that makes us stop defending ourselves from wrongs that are too unconscionable to even be believed?There could be any number of reasons for human behavior, but I think one of the main factors that drive us is our lack of information. We, as a species, are daunted by what we don't know. Many of us are afraid to take a side because it could be the wrong side.So what's to be done? Just get more information. Seems simple, right? But having information isn't enough. We have to know where it's coming from, if it's reliable, what pool of facts this information is based on. For us to trust the information we're getting, we have to ask the experts.Who are the experts? There are two kinds: people who study the facts, and people who live them. What I mean is, you can ask an academic, say a sociologist, to explain what feminism means, or what it's like to grow up female in any given region of the world. You'll probably get a great answer too, something that seems logical and well thought out and perhaps based on research. But wouldn't the person who could really give you the facts on this subject be a feminist or a woman?Alright, I'm being long-winded. Here's what this post is really about. Like the rest of you, I've been confused, saddened, horrified, uncertain and lost in regards to the world's actions since 911. I want to think that the steps we've taken as a nation towards Iraq and Afghanistan have been for the better, but CNN, NBC, Fox, HuffPo, NYTimes, etc. haven't been telling me a story that I'm willing to believe. If I pick any one of them I'll either get a resounding "YES!" or a resounding "NO! And furthermore..." I'm all for black and white, it does simplify things, but I'm way too much of an unrepentant cynic to buy into any either/or stance. That type of argument leaves out too many factors to be anything but gasbag rhetoric.So who then? Who are the people living the facts, coping with the impacts our policies towards Iraq and Afghanistan are having, not just for us, but for the people living in those countries? Obviously, the people living there. But the other people who really know WTF is going on are the people we send: the soldiers and civilians who go there to stabilize, bring peace, quell resistance, build nations, offer healthcare and security, and yeah, to stop the bad guys from doing their bad guy shit.Which is, finally, the point of this post. Over the next few weeks, I'll be interviewing a number of American soldiers and contractors who've served time in Iraq and Afghanistan. They've all volunteered to share what they know, to shed some light on the real situation, and help the rest of us sitting at home getting slapped in the face with more skewed media images and stories serving someone else's political agenda to know what they know, to see what they've seen, and to witness what our consent as a nation to support the policies of our government is doing for, or against, this world.

Movie Review: Splice

Ooooohhhh, for a deliciously obscene and horrifying time, you must see Splice. This movie will certainly only appeal to sci-fi geeks with a penchant for the deranged: exactly why I enjoyed it so much.Let's start with the cast. Sarah Polley--why isn't she in more movies? If anyone saw The Weight of Water with Sean Penn and Catherine McCormack (and a number of other fine actors, including Ciaran Hinds), you'll already know how subtly frightening she can be, well masked by an outward appearing vulnerability. Polley can just as convincingly portray a damsel in distress as a psychopathic killer, which makes her tantalizing. With characters she plays, you never know if you'll be shuddering in revulsion by the end of the film or crying in your beer. She's just awesome.And yeah, the same can be said for Adrien Brody. It's my opinion that after the amazing success he achieved at such a young age with The Pianist, Brody decided that he never wants to be typecast and has chosen a career path in quiet, sometimes bizarre, and usually thought-provoking roles. Did anyone see The Jacket? What a terrific film, but with so little exposure. Brody gives the same juicy, nuanced performance in every film he makes (alright, maybe not Predators), and adds more depth to any story.SPOILERS AHEAD, be warned.So, Splice. Ewww! You will be cringing from the first scene. The story revolves around Elsa and Clive, a pair of romantically involved biochemists whose work is gene/DNA splicing for a private corporation is the hope of the future. They've managed to create two living blobs that produce a protein that could potentially cure Parkinson's, Cancer, etc. But the pressure comes down from corporate and they're work is cut short before they can take it to the next level--the introduction of human DNA (the hard science in this film is a little ridiculous, but ignore it and you'll get into the characters). Not to be daunted, they decide to use their lab and run the experiment, ending up with a very strange human-bird(?) hybrid that grows into a full adult in fast forward.Chuckle factor here: their lab is called N.E.R.D., an acronym for Nucleic Experimental Research and Development. Teehee. Anyway, the only reason it's important is because they end up naming their "child" Dren in response to her ability to read and copy the word NERD from Elsa's tshirt.Dren becomes their surrogate "child" (yes, again with the quotes) because Elsa doesn't want to have a real child with Clive due to trauma she suffered at the hands of her looney mother when she was young. Since Dren is an illegal experiment, they are forced to hide her outside the lab at a remote farm where Elsa grew up.And things get weird, really weird. We learn that Elsa has used her own DNA in forming Dren, which is maybe not such a good idea because of her family history of mental illness. However, this also creates a weird sexual attraction for Clive. Trust me, your imagination alone will not take you where this film goes from here (if your imagination will take you where this film, I suggest a career in writing).So, let's see, we have: Science Fiction, Drama, Thriller, Suspense, Graphic Violence, and a little Soft Porn. What more could you want in a film? Regardless of the out-thereness of the story, it's really the statement this film makes about science and ethics that draws you in. It's a story about damaged people who fail to see their own flaws and perpetuate truly bizarre behavior out of supposed "objective scientific" motivations. It's not exactly dystopian, but it definitely forces you to think about the reality of any research done by humans. How can any science be perfect when the beings performing scientific studies are flawed?And there's a really cool twist at the end.If you watch it, tell me what you think.

Movie Review: The Blind Side (aka Sleep Soundly White America)

It's been close to a year since this movie came out in theaters and I managed to talk Jer out of renting it for almost that long. Yeah, from the very beginning, there was no doubt in my mind that this movie would trivialize race issues and automatically reinforce some BS notion that racism is just a small impediment that the right mixture of will, determination, and good ole white privilege in the form of benevolence will easily and totally eradicate. Right. If I wanted to watch a fairytale, I'd rent Lord of the Rings.Lo and behold, the film was just as ridiculous and insulting as I suspected it would be. I thought long and hard about posting my impressions of it, and eventually just decided that I'm not terribly interested in turning my blog into a socio-political commentary/diatribe.Then I happened onto Nine Deuce'spost on this very movie the other day, and I have to share it. She goes off in no uncertain terms about all the reasons why this movie is totally bogus, and throws in the added perspective of being a southerner and living around the very same culture this movie is based on. Be warned, no punches will be pulled and righteousness will flow. I highly recommend surfing over and checking it out. Then read the rest of her blog, Rage Against the Man-chine.If you don't have the time, just read a snippet below. It essentially encapsulates everything I hated about this ridiculous movie.

"Every interaction Aaron [Quinto Aaron, the star] and Bullock (or Aaron and anyone else, for that matter) have in the movie is characterized by Aaron’s wretched obsequiousness and the feeling that you’re being bludgeoned over the head with the message that you needn’t fear this black guy. It’s the least dignified role for a black actor since Cuba Gooding, Jr.’s portrayal of James Robert Kennedy in Radio (a movie Davetavius claims ought to have the subtitle “It’s OK to be black in the South as long as you’re retarded.”). The producers, writers, and director of this movie have managed to tell a story about class, race, and the failures of capitalism and “democratic” politics to ameliorate the conditions poor people of color have to deal with by any means other than sports while scrupulously avoiding analyzing any of those issues and while making it possible for the audience to walk out of the theater with their selfish, privileged, entitled worldviews intact, unscathed, and soundly reconfirmed."

Enjoy.

Movie Review: The Brave One

I wrote this review several years ago when the movie first came out, but thought I'd put it out here for anyone who might be curious and hasn't seen it.

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I just went to see the new Jodi Foster movie The Brave One yesterday afternoon with a girlfriend. I hadn’t heard of the movie until I read a review about in the auspicious Eugene Weekly, our local liberal rag. They didn’t love it so much. I thought it was a strange review because they kept trying to compare the character Foster played in this film with Iris from Taxi Driver (you know, the first Scorsese film, amazing, yet a whole ‘nuther story). Yeah, sure, they were both set in New York and they both involved reluctant, slightly disturbed, vigilante-types. But really, the two stories were radically different in one important aspect – their target audience. (Sorry, I tried to find this review, but can't seem to. It's been three years, after all.)

Despite the less-than-stellar review by the Weekly, I was drawn to the film for several reasons. First, I dig Jodi Foster, not least of all because of the character she played in Taxi Driver. She’s just got a hell of a lot of charisma and personal integrity if you ask me. She’s not a pop movie star, she’s got some class. I also love films about revenge, especially when the score is settled by women who won’t take it any more. Predictably, I loved Thelma & Louise, Enough, Girlfight, Elizabeth, and Million Dollar Baby. And I’m also one of those people that just enjoys watching a good bit of gore. This film didn’t disappoint.

So for the latter reason, this film is definitely going to appeal to women who are just pissed off and want to see a little real justice come their way before it’s too late to matter. Such a common failing of our justice system that thinks a court-order is going to keep a battering abuser away from his intended victim. In fact, this very scenario was typified in an early scene in the film where (SPOILER ALERT) a husband recently released from prison goes at his wife with a gun, screaming about how she’s not going to stop him from seeing his kids, and blows her away. How could a piece of paper help in that situation?

Sure, there were some corny, badly delivered lines that were more prose than real, gritty conversation, but that’s what you get when a film wants to make sure the audience is getting the message.  Terence Howard gives a predictably elegant and sympathetic performance, and Foster is her usual understated self. It’s that quiet, internalized self-expressive tendency that makes the characters she plays so appealing – and makes it so much more shocking and gripping when those characters let loose. And she does plenty of letting loose in The Brave One.

I’ll have to concede that the ending was a bit on the fanstastic and never-gonna-happen side, but instead of making me perceive a potential condescension by director Neil Jordan, I kinda liked the fact that (MORE SPOILER) the bad guy’s got theirs, the cop realized justice isn’t always black-and-white, and the heroine didn’t have to die for her right to have her share of that said justice. In the end, the movie left me feeling a little hope for this fucked-up world.

Stayed tuned. Tomorrow I'll share my thoughts on the movie The Blindside. Or rather, I'll piggyback on the thoughts of someone who puts it much more elegantly than I would, Nine Deuce over at Rage Against the Manchine. Buckle your seat belts for this one folks, it's going to be a bumpy ride.

Movie Review: The Town

Does anyone remember that 1997 movie Chasing Amy? In my opinion, Joey Lauren Adams turned the cinema on its head with respect to how lesbians and women's sexuality in general are portrayed. The satirical undertone and real-worldism the movie brought to the screen was unique at the time, and it's the first (and still one of the few) "chick flicks" I could ever stomach.

That's not the point of this post though, obviously. It comes to mind because it starred Ben Affleck, who I'd never seen before and thought did an alright job in that movie playing a horny, clueless, misguided-but-trying-to-do-the-right-thing, twenty something. For a number of years, Ben didn't make many (any?) movies that were worthy of more than an embarrassed cough into your sleeve. Daredevil, Gigli, dear godiva, Pearl Harbor?

And yet, and yet...the guy can certainly write. Good Will Hunting remains one of the finest pieces of small screen gold that's ever been made, and now Ben's done something of a different flavor, but with close to as much impact.

The Town stays with the general thematic grittiness and edginess with which almost every Boston-based crime drama has in the last twenty years. Something about the recipe works, though. Affleck adapted the movie into a screenplay from the novel Prince of Thieves by Chuck Hogan and directed it. Based in a suburb of Boston, Charlestown is a projects addled neighborhood that breeds car thieves and bank robbers with tragic regularity.

Affleck and three well-cast friends are such a ring of thieves, knocking over banks and armored cars for the town's resident bully, Fergie, played with shocking malice and decripitude by Pete Postlewaite. Affleck's character falls in love with hostage, played by Rebecca Hall, they'd taken and set free during a bank job, and the movie spins out of control from there. Jeremy Renner shines, as always, as Affleck's sociopathic best mate.

Though the beginning is a touch formulaic, the story really begins to pick up a little less than halfway through when Affleck's best mate realizes he's dating the one person who can ensure they're all convicted and sent to jail for a very long time. The tension tightens your guts as you watch the situation devolve, the characters begin to self-destruct, and the FBI close in. Lots of shoot-outs, high-velocity car chases (which are hard to do on narrow 18th Century designed Boston streets) and brothers-turned-enemies moments keep the action going.

The ending is better than you might expect, but I won't spill it. The gem in the film was FBI Special Agent Adam Frawley, played by Jon Hamm of the TV show Mad Men. This show is getting a lot of great reviews and awards, and after seeing Hamm's spot on portrayal of no-holds-barred, get the job done, Fed, I see why.

My only real disappointment was the lack of dimensionality in Rebecca Hall's character, who's only role was to cause conflict between the bank robber clan, and serve as a catalyst for Affleck's character to break out of his dead-end lifestyle. Too many brotherhood movies lack strong women characters. Maybe this shouldn't surprise me, given the "brotherhood" theme. But there are other ways to accomplish these types of movies and give the female characters some real depth and a real role. Vera Farmiga's role in The Departed is a perfect example.

Let me know what you think.