• sara reads the feed

    Still overthinking Barbie, enshittification everywhere, free stuff from the past

    I’ve still been reading about Barbie here and there, since it’s the run-up to awards season. I watched the movie quite belatedly. A lot of my impression from the marketing was that it was meant to be posited as revolutionary, but I found the movie representing the contrary; it felt like a head-pat in response to the pain it spent a lot of time recognizing (to no greater end). The result felt validating of America’s corporatocracy more than subversive.

    But the stuff I’m still reading makes me feel my impression from marketing was wrong too. Although they used imagery and language of revolution, talking to people involved makes it seem more like they wanted to create a cute confection that is extremely referential but without the burden of responsibility for its ideas. It’s Just A Toy Movie.

    I’m personally annoyed by a generation of creators who freely, openly state that they don’t want any burden of responsibility for their ideas. I see it in writers all the time. I’m Just Writing Entertainment. There’s no reason words can’t be disposable in this way; I aspire to something else, but it’s fine for things to just…exist. I guess. Well, it’s fine in writing, because even the greatest writers are essentially nobodies. But in Barbie, I’m a little less forgiving, since there is so much budget and so many eyes.

    America Ferrera at least thinks that it’s important enough to have a Feminism 101 movie (Variety), which is fair too, I guess. I’m just. Like. Okay. We have so many Feminism 101 movies. Can I have Feminism 201? Feminism 220? I *like* feminism and I don’t *want* feminism that’s so entrenched in corporate stuff, at all, and it just feels *evil* if you’re going to try to also do that without responsibility for your message because she’s Just A Doll. Also, the feminism of Barbie was awfully concerned with Ken, who kinda remains the main show. (Variety)

    I’m thirty-five years old and I’m being told by women my age, and older, that Barbie is just the greatest thing ever, and if Barbie and Ken’s Feminism 101 is the greatest thing then I don’t know where the fuck I stand.

    Since I’ve got such a personal grudge around the very ideas they’re throwing out there, I think I really gotta reevaluate Barbie in a couple years to see if I still think it’s an incredibly cynical glass onion. I’m not being cool about it right now, lol.

    ~

    Engadget’s article about the volume of Teslas delivered this year reminds me of recent reports that Teslas have poor build quality (Reuters). When I see this headline, I mostly think about a lotta people driving cars that break a lot, without customer service or accountability for the damage.

    Growing up from the 90s to the 20s now has been an odd era for consumerism. I’ve seen things going from being built extremely ruggedly, possibly irresponsibly so when you consider the volume of plastic involved, to some kind of balance of quality and value, to price over everything else. Prices have stabilized or dropped for a lot of goods in the last decade, but with inflation, and whatever other economic factors smarty smart people would evoke, that means that the products have had to all become like tissue paper to keep up with demands.

    My personal favorite example is ring slings. I bought a ring sling from a major manufacturer for $40 or $50 when I had my second baby almost a decade ago. The old ring sling is long gone (donated to another family), but its fabric and rings were thick and sturdy. Two years ago, I bought another ring sling off Amazon for the same price – I got the one with the best reviews and searched for the stiffest fabric. The modern equivalent really does feel like tissue paper. I think the rings are metal, but they’re not metal-metal somehow. It’s just *cheap*.

    Everything feels like that now. It’s not good value. Everything is cheap. But cheap doesn’t actually mean we’re paying low prices; relative to stagnant wages, stuff is really more expensive. Others have called it enshittification. I wonder what comes next. It’s felt like a race to the bottom–are we there yet?

    ~

    Treating things cheaply isn’t new. There are episodes of culture classic Doctor Who (The Independent) we will never see because the BBC treated them as cheap, recording over the original reels, disposing of them, or storing them improperly.

    The same guy making cheap Teslas is treating rockets as cheap. (Ars Technica) The commander of the first consumer space flight laments that their historic vessel doesn’t seem to be preserved in any way. It was reused, and then possibly scrapped? That’s the whole business model. The attitude Musk spreads across the companies under his influence is one of dispensability.

    Properly preserving history is a respectful, thoughtful process. Musk is in the business of making history, not caring about it. Someone who really cared about history would at least be investing into real infrastructure projects, which would last generations, and force people to associate his memory with something positive. Gross, who cares about nerd stuff like that? Am I right?

    ~

    Colossal notes that a lot of properties entered public domain this year besides Steamboat Willie. There’s some other interesting stuff. You can find a full rundown on a Duke University page.

    Highlights that caught my eye:

    • Lady Chatterley’s Lover (the novel)
    • All Quiet on the Western Front (the novel)
    • House at Pooh Corner (bringing Tigger into the public domain)
    • Peter Pan (the stage play)
    • The Man Who Laughs (the movie that inspired The Joker)
    • Makin’ Whoopee (the song)_

    ~

    Like probably most people, I’m scratching my head over the idea of a Minecraft movie. (Tor)

    I don’t love the Minecraft property whenever they try to insert narratives, like their chapter-based stories or what have you, so it’s safe to say in advance this one won’t be for me. But whether that holds true or not is really up to my kids.

    ~

    Balloon Juice notes that the conservative attack on education in America continues. This one is a direct career jump from a GOP politician into higher ed. You’ve probably also heard that Gay was pressed into stepping down (AJE) from her position as president of Harvard based on a multi-pronged attack accusing her of anti-Semitism and plagiarism.

  • sara reads the feed

    Validation, stabbings, and some new year feed-reading

    You know what’s kinda wild about life? No matter what you think, no matter your attitude, you can find community. You can have the most foolish ideas and the least amount of experience, but if you’re loud and persistent, you will find people who validate your worldview enough to keep you there.

    I see loads of folks with zero real experience become experts in their fields by convincing people they’re experts. I see folks charging expert fees for their amateur information/skills all the time. Likewise, you can just opt out of all of that, and if you make your values something bizarre then you’ll eventually find folks who are in the same place.

    This isn’t judgment. This is me saying, whatever you’re doing right now? It’s enough. If you feel insecure or like a fraud, you don’t have to. If there’s any secret to life, it’s persistence. The way you become the right person for something is just by being the person who is there.

    It’s actually kinda cool what I said in paragraph 2 – non-experts making careers out of stuff because they invested their time into it anyway. You know, I see this used by scammers a lot, but it ALSO means that you can just suddenly be King Of This Thing You Like for totally benign non-scammy reasons. You decide that. You make your social reality. You put out your sign and be consistent about it and folks are gonna gather. Like I’m a weird little nugget but I yell loudly about how much I love things and I just always manage to find folks who love the same stuff!

    YOU ARE ENOUGH! Make 2024 your best friend by telling it that it’s gonna treat you right.* Become the king of whatever you love. Have a great week.

    *If you’re just tired, sick, or sick and tired and no attitude is gonna change what you need changed in life, I validate you too <333 it’s really not always mind over matter, is it?

    ~

    Speaking of mind over matter, my elbow has been hurting me from crochet. I looked it up. It’s probably not a repetitive stress injury, but tendinitis, and I thought one of the recommended remedies was interesting: deliberate inflammation. The way they suggested doing it was “dry needling” (like acupuncture, I think) to increase blood flow, but it occurred to me, you know what else increases blood flow without stabbing myself? Doing gentle exercise.

    I mean, honestly, I’m not averse to stabbing myself. I have piercings. I test my blood sugar and use lancets pretty regularly. I keep cacti on purpose. Getting poked productively sounds wonderful; it’s just probably gonna involve leaving the house to get it done properly.

    What’s much easier is grabbing a water bottle and moving my arm around gently in all the normal movements. I’m so annoyed it helped.

    It’s like how I’ve been helping my hip pain lately by getting onto a round balance board and swiveling my hips every which direction. I started out so unstable on the board, but now I can balance well enough to venture a few tentative squats. And if I start messing around on it for a while, I just feel a lot better.

    The whole thing where I’m actually in more pain when I move less is such nonsense actually.

    Other random mobility observations:

    • It’s so important and helpful to stretch my arms above my head and behind my back. This is so good for neck/shoulders.
    • If I spend a lot of time with my legs rotated knees-out (which I do because I love sitting cross-legged), I should stretch sometimes with legs rotated knees-in. The pretzel stretch can do this. This is so good for back/hips.
    • Spreading my hands palm-down on a firm surface, like a counter or table, and resting some weight on the hand evenly is almost as good as doing something like downward dog without as much strain. At least talking about how much it helps my hand/arm pain.
    • Doing a little bit all the time feels really good actually.

    ~

    America has more than a few of its own odd conservative quirks, but it’s always interesting to see where even more conservative societies draw their lines. In Russia, celebrities were arrested for an “almost naked” party. (AJE) Say what you will about the USA, but most corners are okay with naked hot people, I think?

    ~

    AMC Theaters kicked out a civil rights leader who needed his wheelchair in a movie theater. (NPR) It feels like the movie industry feels entitled to our viewership in-theaters. They don’t want to earn our attendance. This reminds me of Martin Scorcese wanting no intermission for his movie, even though people without profound disabilities can’t sit comfortably that long. And AMC doesn’t want this dude to have his own chair? Get outta here.

    ~

    Engadget has an article on canceling certain common subscriptions. I’ve been in the subscription-cancelling mood, myself. I finally figured out how to get rid of two of my worst, most persistent subscriptions. Now I just have to figure out the gym.

    ~

    The influencer segment of the marketing industry is getting knee-capped by AI influencers. (Ars Technica) Although we can all think of a few influencers the world could do without, I’m sure, this is one of those jobs that has been enabling people with disabilities and complex situations to work from home. It’s just amazing how this technology is persistently applied in ways that compress the more accessible parts of the labor market, yanno?

    Another example of AI being considered for boring uses: Square Enix wants to use AI generation for coding, marketing, etc. (Engadget) I play a lot of RPGs and whatnot, and I think it would be cool to use generative text to create infinite interactions with NPCs that previously must (charmingly) repeat the same three lines over and over. Why can’t we conceive of AI for fun toy things, at the very least, instead of job-destroying things?

    ~

    Apparently my inhaler brand is getting jerked around by the manufacturer so they can eventually raise prices higher. Fun. (NPR)

    ~

    The Game of Thrones universe has animated series on the way. (Variety) I would prefer to see these kinds of adaptations done in animation, personally. House of the Dragon would have dealt with less recasting flip-floppery if they’d just animated the thing, and we could have so many more dragons.

    ~

    Tor dot Com shares books about forced body modification. The top story sounds interesting to me in particular. Honestly, this is kinda tapping into a whole type of story I’m definitely in the mood for.

    ~

    Zaddy Jordan Peele is teasing us with his next movie. I’m still predicting ghosts/possession. Or just hoping? I don’t honestly care. I love his movies. (Variety)

  • movie reviews

    Iron Man (2008) ***

    I have an inkling to watch all the Marvel Cinematic Universe movies, and it makes sense to begin with Iron Man. There are many other Marvel Comics superhero movies that predate this one, and the MCU continued well after this, but Iron Man (then of Paramount, not Disney) marked the beginning of an era.

    Trying to figure out when MCU movies began coming from Disney, with Rory’s help, was a bit more difficult than we expected, and that led me to the realization that a MCU project would be…daunting.

    So for now, I’m just looking at Iron Man.

    It’s telling that I’m logging this movie very late because I keep forgetting I watched it. It’s not even that it’s a bad or forgettable movie. Iron Man takes me back to a kind of post-9/11 jingoist America that was, for my young self, a very confusing haze of misinformation that felt *wrong* but I couldn’t say how. I haven’t really wanted to spend time thinking about it. I’m not sure that “triggering” would be the right word here when my reaction is not so severe, but I definitely felt myself cringing away from the memories it evoked.

    Hollywood military movies are made in conjunction with the military itself, who will happily lend out equipment and whatnot in exchange for having some control over messaging. There’s a whole wikipedia article about the military-entertainment complex if you’re not familiar, and Iron Man is indeed on the list of examples: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Military%E2%80%93entertainment_complex

    Tony Stark’s character development is oriented around turning the sexy cool weapons dealer into a living weapon instead, which gives the veneer of being dissatisfied with the status quo without actually changing it.

    I just rewatched Blue Beetle and it’s hard not to compare the two on this point: both of them are about a megacorporation tearing itself apart over a transition from weapons manufacturing to more general technology.

    Many (most?) big developments in science throughout history have come about for military gain. Since colonizer civilizations are dominant world powers, they invest the most resources into ensuring they maintain their dominance. It’s not simply that a company can choose to stop doing war tech and pivot elsewhere; the empires’ billions are not available as readily for anything that doesn’t sustain their power. The companies don’t exist if they don’t exist for war, period; without the war machine, colonizer civilizations have no foundation. This is a greater existential threat to the setup of American society.

    In Blue Beetle, we get the impression that changing society itself is favorable. Our heroes are all-in on building community, which is not one of the central values of contemporary America, where community formation is often stunted by paywalls.

    Iron Man doesn’t feel nearly as aware of its positioning and comes across as vastly more naive. There was no appetite to subvert post-9/11 patriotism, and capes in comic books are patriotic American symbols, embodying some essential, exceptional Americanness.

    Tony Stark seems to be primarily disturbed when his weapons hurt Americans and not their enemies. There’s a very real Us Versus Them attitude—a lingering bit of 90s post racial attitude where Tony and Rhodey can be from different backgrounds but bffs in killing people overseas.

    This coldly, bitterly militaristic orientation is difficult to swallow, especially with all the post-9/11 imagery.

    Aside from finding the story itself unpleasant, there is a lot about Iron Man to make it an entertaining watch.

    The heart of the movie belongs to Tony Stark and Robert Downey Jr. Talk about a PR dream for both Marvel and RDJ: The actor delivered a stellar performance earning him close association with the redemption of a billionaire bad boy turned hero. By absolving Tony Stark, culture absolved RDJ, whose time with Marvel revived his career. Stark and RDJ alike are so endearing. Charisma always ages well.

    Also, Gwyneth Paltrow showed up to work and looked nice.

    It’s a solid screenplay, no matter how much I dislike their choices of execution. There are a lot of clever moments. It does a great job pairing the witticism of Spider-Man with the wealth and (lack of) power from Batman, managing to feel subversive in its context while being about the military-industrial complex.

    If the Marvel Cinematic Universe had continued at this level a while longer, I don’t think anyone would have minded.

  • essays,  movie reviews

    The Worst and Best of 2023 Movies

    It’s that time again! Last year was the first time I really got into tracking my movie-watching habits, so my 2022 watches are the first meaningfully populated year. But 2023 has been full-throttle Letterboxd and I’ve got opinions. (Click for the list on letterboxd. Links in this article either go to my reviews on this website or my reviews on letterboxd.)

    I’ll probably keep watching 2023 movies as we move through awards season; I’ll be back with future reviews if something changes.

    ~

    Your Place or Mine, Cocaine Bear, and The Weeknd: Live at SoFi Stadium were the worst movies I saw come out of 2023. The former two are movies I completely bounced off of and barely finished. The Weeknd’s concert feels a little more like a personal rating because I used to really, really like his music. He’s pulled off great staging at some of his live events. I had high expectations, and this was…not good. He stood around singing the whole time, and his dancers don’t really dance. This marked falling out of love with The Weeknd’s music (his TV show, The Idol, and the extreme amount of cringe resulting from it was the real death blow).

    ~

    In the category of mediocre things I still kinda enjoyed, we have Little Mermaid, Red, White, & Royal Blue (aka RWRB), and Rebel Moon.

    Little Mermaid isn’t the worst of the Disney live action remakes and that’s the faintest praise with which I may damn it. Halle Bailey was charming and seemed to understand she was mostly doing a modeling job; she looks pretty through all the extremely artificial shots, projects princess vibes, and throws a giant middle finger to people who can’t handle princesses with melanin. Plus she’s great at singing!

    RWRB was just so much not my interest. I don’t remember it well, but the main thing that sticks out when I reflect is how much the guy playing the prince looked like a Windsor, and how much that was a *massive* turnoff. The fairytale mirror universe version of real-world politics didn’t work for me either. But honestly, if you’d just switched these out for fake countries, this might have been one of my favorites of the year.

    I already talked at length about how much I loved hating Rebel Moon, and I keep thinking about watching it again so I can laugh at it again. Zack Snyder is good at making movies I think are so wonderfully bad. He always makes me ask myself how bad his movies *really* are, when I have so much fun. You know? But I can’t defend his disaster screenplay and wouldn’t try.

    ~

    My next tier includes surprisingly enjoyable watches like Renfield, Five Nights at Freddy’s (aka FNAF), Elemental, and Please Don’t Destroy: The Treasure of Foggy Mountain.

    I’m never sure if I’m going to enjoy Nicolas Cage or be annoyed that I’m watching a Nicolas Cage movie. Renfield is one where I enjoyed him, albeit not as much as Mandy (my personal favorite recent Cage flick). The sheer ambition of the gore levels in Renfield was really endearing. It made me just want to go watch What We Do In the Shadows again, but also, I never feel like my time is wasted by yet another Dracula movie that uses whole buckets of blood.

    FNAF was a long-anticipated movie in my household; I couldn’t help but enjoy it because my eldest did. I can tell you, knowing as much as I reluctantly know about this franchise, the FNAF adaptation was perfect for its audience.

    Elemental was a weird slippery one for me. I liked it a lot and thought it was beautiful, but deeply flawed. The flaws didn’t seem to matter when Elemental was obviously made with so much love? I wonder if I would have rated Elemental higher a little higher when my kids were younger and more likely to sit in front of its bright colors for hours on end. I don’t get tired of loving immigrant stories, regardless.

    Please Don’t Destroy is a movie by a nepobaby and his friends where you don’t hate them for the nepotism. They’re so harmlessly, stupidly funny, and concerned with the arrested development of new adulthood, that it’s hard to resent them for much of anything. Bowen Yang elevates everything he bats his eyelashes in. Plus two of the heroines are fat. That’s cool. The kids are all right.

    ~

    In the tier of really great movies that came out of 2023, we have Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves, Blue Beetle, Nimona, and Bottoms.

    My love of genre is surely showing here. Whatever else is going on in Dungeons & Dragons, I just freaking love second world fantasy, and I’ve enjoyed D&D since I forced guys to play with me in high school. This movie is charming and funny and only a little plodding. We get tracer beasts, a mimic, and Tiefling racism on-screen. For better or worse, this is my exact kind of steaming heap of genre.

    Similarly, Blue Beetle reminded me why I’ve been a lifelong superhero fan. It’s healing to remember I do love superheroes so much when it feels like movies have made me mostly resent their presence these last few years. As a love letter to the classic origin story, Blue Beetle was exactly the shot of family-friendly energy I wanted this year.

    Nimona was much the same, playing with all the fantasy and science fiction tropes I love in the queerest way possible. It’s the most honest, authentic expression of how *excruciatingly* lonely it is to be trans. But it’s also fun.

    If you don’t want to feel any bad vibes about being gay, you might like Bottoms as much as I did. I related strongly to the ugly, untalented lesbians at the center of the movie, which reinforced one important fact: Nobody in this world will hate you for being gay, just being gay and absolutely useless. Doggedly chasing high fashion cheerleader tail when you, yourself, barely know how to wear a t-shirt and jeans is exactly the bullshit nonsense I got up to at this age, and Bottoms is the dadaist gay comedy of my dreams.

    ~

    Given the themes of May December, I wasn’t sure I wanted to watch it. I almost didn’t make it through the first ten minutes. I’m so glad I did. This is a breathtakingly complicated movie by artists operating at the peak of their power.

    The director is responsible for Velvet Goldmine, one of my all-time favorite movies. That one happens to be like colorful fanfic about David Bowie and Iggy Pop. It’s weird getting so personal about real-life figures, but May December gets even weirder by being colorful fanfic about Mary Kay Letourneau and the man she began abusing when he was a child.

    You’re not allowed to be comfortable with the situation at any point, but it’s all done so well, it’s problematically good. The extreme recursive conflict of being a soapy, pulpy movie about the worst parts of real humans’ lives is centered in May December, accusing itself of exploitation while being exploitative. I’ve found that I like feeling kind of weird and gross and guilty, and the negativity of feelings from May December almost makes me want to shelve it with horror. The masterful control of storytelling made this one of the biggest standouts of the year.

    ~

    There was nothing I loved this year the way I loved What Happens Later. It’s one of those things where it arrived at the right time and place in my life. I was already doing a big watch of romcoms, including romcoms with Meg Ryan, so a new Meg Ryan romcom was serendipity. (No, not that Serendipity. That’s Kate Beckinsale.)

    Imagine this movie like having an air travel layover in Heaven. No, you’re not dead, despite the fact this movie definitely makes it look like the leads are dead. It’s more like something divine (God? Angels? Gen X pop-rock muzak?) has plucked Meg Ryan and David Duchovny out of their lives to force them to help each other.

    With a screenplay adapted by Meg Ryan and the gift of this woman’s directorial vision, What Happens Later feels like the most beautiful sublime dream with wonderfully bittersweet emotion at its core. I’m not yet in my fifties, which is where these main characters find themselves treading water, but even now I can already relate to the strangeness of looking back on a life and asking, “What if?”

    Those unanswerable questions ring in the hollow spaces of Meg Ryan’s deft work. This woman understands love and romance. She only gives us an HEA in this one (fair warning), but the power of love and hope and change is so healing that it’s way more satisfying than so many other romcoms with more definitive conclusions.

    You want these two to get it together and talk things out so badly. And when they do, I was crying along with them. I loved What Happens Later a lot. I think it fell softly on the year in terms of release impact, but it’s one I plan to revisit a lot in the gray winters to come.

    How would you rank your 2023 movie watches, buds?

  • Diaries

    Good night 2023!

    What a nice year!

    I finished the rough draft of my Big Project (gothic fantasy) and got a lovely developmental edit on it. I’m even closing out the year with a *gorgeous* painting for its cover. Basically everything is in place for this book to be complete (once I finish editing it) and I’ve never given myself the opportunity to finish a book with so much loving dedication and time committed.

    The appendix I made as a supplementary to this book is over 150 formatted pages and really awesome to behold.

    I learned how to crochet in August and spent the last few months crocheting my little fingers off. I made an entire collection of bags that I’ve been trying to figure out how to install in my hallway (like an art installation) to best experience them, without just leaving them on a table somewhere. I did talk myself into rehoming three (3) of the bags so it’s a smaller collection now, less than a dozen. I’ve made a couple sweaters, tons of plant holders, cat toys, random swatches, and a doll. I’ve also gotten back into hand-sewing connected to this hobby, and started leatherworking.

    It feels like my illustration skills really took off. I still have a lot of room for improvement, but I’ve been practicing across different media, and it’s made a big difference. I’m really absurdly proud of the illustrations I have in my personal collection now.

    Although I eased off my plant hobby and stopped acquiring new pieces, also thinning out ones I didn’t love, I have managed to keep a rather large collection (still a hundred specimens, about) alive and gotten a deeper relationship with some of them, which is rad.

    I started publishing Fated for Firelizards, a completely free interactive novel on the web that is about a woman and the dragon she frongs. I’m probably halfway through it? but over halfway on effort invested because I had to learn to work with Twine and beef up on CSS & Javascript (the latter of which is especially not my strong suit). I’ve learned a lot about video game writing and I hope I can finish it early 2024 to do another game thing, in another style. (Interactive romance isekai?)

    My most personal accomplishment is that I spent the least amount of time hiding behind locked doors, away from my family. I have always used isolation as my only coping mechanism for sensory overwhelm. I’ve found new ways to handle things. I have gotten to spend more happy, healthful, relaxed time at home with my family than ever.
    I wrote a ton of movie reviews and watched a ton of new movies!

    I also got my asthma and my eating disorder under control (finally!!!). I really didn’t think I’d ever be able to say the latter with any degree of honesty, ever.

    I’ve been sober from alcohol completely for two years, and the same for nicotine. TWO YEARS sober from the worst substances I ever let myself fall in love with! I think THAT’S especially an accomplishment to love!

    So yeah! It’s been a really good year. Everyone who says your thirties are better than your twenties because you’re not as much of a fool running into walls facefirst is totally right. I feel really grateful I’ve had all this time to work on myself and my interests. 2023 was a good one. Let’s go 2024!

  • image credit: Warner Bros.
    movie reviews

    The Matrix (1999) *****

    The romance between Neo and Trinity makes the most sense to me if you don’t think of them as individuals. The two of them are sort of aspects of the same person.

    Neo is the trans egg yet to crack. Trinity is his motivation to leave the Matrix, the love of his life, his soulmate, the reflection of his innermost truth: Trinity is the woman Neo must become.

    Ask you local trans friend about aesthetic crushes. That’s where you think you’re in love with someone, but then you realize you just wish you looked exactly like them. You can spend a long time thinking you’re actually in love with a representation of your gender. It’s a heady, passionate affair, since there isn’t a real person on the other side, but the mental ideal of your authentic self.

    She was almost The One. You could think of The One as being the whole self, the full identity encompassing Neo/Trinity/the transition/their real form. She was almost The One. Trinity really thought this was going to turn out for her, that she would get this authentic life where she starts out complete. The One wasn’t born into Trinity; The One was born into Neo. By following Trinity – the feminine ideal of Neo’s perfect aesthetic – down the rabbit hole, out of society, into a messier and more true place, Neo finally unites with The One. He is exactly who he is, and who he was always meant to be.

    The Matrix isn’t just a trans narrative; it’s a story of true trans liberation inside self, regardless of what the system has done to you.

    ~

    When I was a kid, mostly I just loved the action scenes.

    You absolutely cannot beat the aesthetic of The Matrix. It landed solidly on my childhood when I’d already been frothing over Boomer Shooters for years. My siblings and I wanted trench coats, but I’m pretty sure we made do with those long cardigans popular in Y2K. We rehearsed the entire lobby gun sequence to the point we could reenact it without looking at the screen. My mom didn’t even let us have toy guns! We got scowled at for making gun shapes with our hands. We probably used books to shoot at each other or something.

    Did you try to emulate Bullet Time too? The thing where the action slows and the camera swings around the actor? We did it by standing on one leg and hopping in a stupid little circle.

    Morpheus and Neo’s training fight on the tatami was another favorite. As an extremely soft-bodied nerd whose mobility training was sitting in a computer chair, I still somehow taught myself to kick at sister head height. I don’t think I actually kicked my sister in the head. But I was ready for it.

    They changed our goddamn lives, these action scenes. I had never seen anything so cool in my life.

    ~

    I just can’t get over what an excellent metaphor red pill/blue pill is. I think about it all the time.

    You are either complicit in the system and happy to live in its simulation of life, or you are on the other side of it and everything looks completely different.

    When you blue pill, you choose to care about all the stuff inside the Matrix. Imagine living in the Matrix and you care about the presidential election. It doesn’t actually change anything fundamentally about the simulation, but it’s thorough enough that you can die without realizing that your actions changed nothing about the way the machines used you.

    With the red pill, things like the USA president inside the Matrix don’t matter as much to you. You just want the machines to stop. Maybe you pity the people who have chosen to stay in the Matrix. Most of the people inside the Matrix don’t even know or care you exist. But you have a chance at something sloppy and real without any guarantees of safety and at least the machine isn’t eating you passively.

    It’s hard to argue life is better outside the Matrix. It’s kinda not. But there’s plenty of people there, whether they wanted to be there or not, and you can’t really go back once you’ve gotten out. (Plus, once you care about the folks on the outside – actually care about them – you don’t want to leave them behind.)

    It’s easy to imagine the Wachowski Sisters feeling themselves transitioning from blue to red pill; raised and regarded as white guys where that’s the hot demographic, only to start living as trans feminine – one of the most marginalized identities in America – would radically change everything about the world they knew. Everything about the lives they live must have changed transitioning that way.

    I’m not trans. I can’t point to as obvious a moment where I started popping red pills. I’ve kinda microdosed my whole life, little by little, until a very blue (da ba dee) world has become very estrogen dominant. Uh, red. I said red. The two biggest turning points for me were the 2016 presidential election and the 2020 pandemic; only recently have I found myself incapable of squirming my way back into the simulation. So I think about red pills and blue pills a lot. There’s just whole swaths of humanity I don’t know how to interface with anymore.

    But I remember being the other way, rather vividly. I even spent most of my adulthood there. I remember going to an anarchist meet-up and feeling like they were speaking a completely different language. They didn’t think any of the issues I cared about were issues. They were so polite to me, but seemed to feel bad for me, and didn’t trust me. I remember being *so confused*.

    Now that I’m also starting to read machine code, it’s also easy to see why blue lumpen would be incredibly suspicious or dismissive of the rest. A lot of fringe stuff doesn’t hold up to scrutiny. The blue/red pill metaphor has already been famously coopted by men’s rights. It’s hard to communicate a difference in philosophies that serve the system versus subvert it, particularly when you still believe the system well enough to stay in the blue. And as Cypher showed us, there are plenty of people who know what the machines are up to and totally fine with it, which further obfuscates any social proof element.

    Whatever their strengths or flaws as filmmakers, The Wachowski Sisters truly caught something big in the net of their metaphor. The exact details of The Matrix, from its cyberpunk aesthetic to the awesome fight scenes, are extremely anachronistic, but the overarching story is a more timeless one about haves and have-nots, rulers and exploited, systematic versus disenfranchised. I wonder at other places in history where someone falling between castes might relate to Neo’s experience. Privilege lost in order to gain authenticity. Realizing how many lies you’ve believed in. I don’t think this is a modern experience, although the ubiquity of state control and media reach might make the transition more jarring than ever.

    (image credit: Warner Bros.)

  • sara reads the feed

    The end (of the year) is nigh

    I’ve spent today mostly puttering with plants and crocheting. The amount of my life crochet and Baldur’s Gate 3 has consumed means that I’m taking a slightly more neglectful stance on my plants – which is kinda fine in the winter anyway. It’s been dark and chilly. My plants wouldn’t know what to do if I gave them water. Most everything dying back is something I know will recover, like this mostly-brown spider plant I repotted today. It had a gajillion happy roots and was mostly just pouting at me because it wanted more room, not because I hadn’t watered it in a month. I anticipate its rebound before long tbh.

    Another hobby which claimed my attention toward the end of the year is the site hosting this post. Egregious has been around for years, providing a place for Rory and I to blog when we felt like it. Mostly I focused on hosting fiction previously; now I am mostly doing movie reviews. Will I still be posting here in 2024? Only time will tell.

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    The three most popular non-fiction posts on Egregious are:

    Other well-viewed posts of mine are also rather critical. It seems like people kinda prefer when I playfully talk shit about movies they like. I’m most surprised by the placement of my “listicle” thingy there, since I didn’t link it/discuss it as widely as other stuff. There is some attraction to overviews among folks who read me.

    There are oddly random posts which also got high traffic, mostly because of my site’s layout. If you read one personal post, you have probably been recommended another post called My Dog Is So Gay, and it turns out my dog’s face with a stupid title is the closest thing to clickbait I get. There are also fewer personal posts to recommend, so the same ones surface a lot. Naturally the dog is the most popular appearance.

    None of these traffic numbers are high, mind you. I haven’t invested into anything for visibility. It doesn’t make sense when I’m just here for fun, you know? But I’m grateful for the fifty-whatever people hanging out.

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    I shifted my bird of paradise today (it’s a very tall green plant with five big leaves) and discovered an earwig on the wall behind it. I only screamed a little bit. I didn’t even run away. That’s how grownup I’ve gotten about bugs lately.

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    It’s interesting to me that Bookriot’s list of 8 Books the Authors Regretted Writing includes The Anarchist Cookbook. It seems to have really shaken the author, who was young when he wrote it, to have his information embraced by violent factions. I tend to think of TAC as being a rather neutral book though — it’s one of those things where a curious author can find it useful for plot, and an armchair philosopher can respect the freedom of information. It must feel extremely strange to be the one who aggregated the information though.

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    The New York Review has a great read about indigenous people taken to Europe in the 16th century.

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    Want some cool shots of deep ocean vents? Ars Technica has us covered.

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    Balloon Juice’s previously prescient friend predicts Trump will win the presidency if he can run again. I am also somewhat of a psychic myself (read this as ironically as you like) and I think that we are going to have the threat of his election dangled over us to motivate the complacent public into voting for the other guy, and it will work, but we’re all going to come out of it feeling like traumatized shit led by a DNC that never bothered to address the real issues while busily terrifying us. At this point they clearly find it more effective to be anti-them rather than pro-issues, if that makes any sense.

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    AJE reports on New York Times going after OpenAI.

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    Through Colossal, a glimpse of a magnificent art installation with large-figure roman numerals.

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    Folks are mocking Christopher Nolan for saying Zack Snyder’s fingerprints are all over modern superhero movies. (Variety) I’m sorry to say I agree with Nolan, though. Zack Snyder’s style of slow-motion emphasis action scenes with quick-cuts, his heavy-handed digital grading, and his experiential approach to emotion-based storytelling rather than reason-based storytelling has honestly kinda parked its butt all over modern blockbusters. For better or worse. It’s like how you can attribute a certain amount of gloss and lens flares and lack of denouement to JJ Abrams, badly written women and unnecessarily large physical set pieces and convoluted storytelling to Nolan, and the BWAAAMMMMM noise to Michael Bay.

    The actual content of these filmmakers’ movies do not always have massive cultural impact, but their *styles* are industry behemoths.

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    I was very minimal hype for cinema in 2023, and I’ve been wondering if it’s a mood thing, a lingering pandemic malaise that keeps me indoors, or if movies just kinda suck. Variety lists the anticipated movies of 2024. I think the malaise is clearing a little?

    I do want to see Argylle because it’s about a redheaded middle aged writer and I’m so, so cheap for movies about writers. I will see it streaming.

    I’m not excited about Dune II but I will definitely watch it streaming too.

    Challengers might be fun. I like Guadignino’s flicks usually, and I enjoy the idea of mmf drama, always. On the other hand, I still haven’t gotten around to Bones and All.

    I can’t admit that I will be gladly watching Joker 2 without reminding everyone I’m DC trash, but…

    I’ll show up for Venom 3 (on my home tv) if it’s as gay as the first two.

    Everything else is deep in “ehh” territory or all the way down to “you could not pay me to visit a theater for this.”

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    Hey babe, hot new growth substrate dropping in Sweden. (Engadget)