Thursday, April 12, 2018

Story 233: The Lone Honest Film Critic



            Interviewer: (Seated at a table, facing the camera) Welcome, movie lovers.  Today, our guest is someone with whom all of you should be familiar: she is the one whose taglines appear at the top of every poster of the films that matter, and even of those that do not, and whose reviews take up five pages of newsprint or, equivalently, 10 minutes of scrolling down the screen.  The sole, the unique voice in all of film-reviewer land: Veracity Von Impartial.   (Interviewer and camera turn to her, seated at the opposite side of the table) Thank you for joining us today.
            Veracity: Thank you – it’s a duty but also a mild pleasure.
           Interviewer: For those in our audience who are not familiar with your work: you, in essence, write film reviews that are honest.
            Veracity: (Nods) Yes.
            Interviewer: Not disingenuously praiseworthy, not unnecessarily cruel, just – honest.
            Veracity: Exactly.
            Interviewer: Please elaborate for us, on your methodology.
           Veracity: (Shifts in her seat as she warms to her subject) You see, there are so many reviews out there that… over-emphasize the good in a particular film while ignoring the bad.  And, conversely, there are so many reviews that… dwell upon the bad while disregarding the good, usually for the reviewer to, and I hate to sound like I’m betraying my peers, usually to demonstrate their own writing skills that they think they have.
            Interviewer: (Nods vigorously) Oh yes, we know those.
           Veracity: In all that chaos, I uncovered a need: a need, for the movie-going public, to be told the truth about a film so they can make an informed decision on whether to invest their precious time, their hard-earned income, and/or their uncomfortable date night on it.  The bottom line is, and you’ve heard this before from me, there is no film so good as to be “The Best Film of the Year.”  That’s your opinion, maybe.  Or, “The Best Such-and-Such of the Entire Series!”  (Shrugs) How do you know?  Is the series over yet?  You don’t know if that one will continue to be the best.
            Interviewer: (Shakes head) You don’t know.
        Veracity: In some reviews of series, I have been compelled to write along the lines of: “Entertaining – But the Last One Was Better Overall.”  Or: “A Weak Entry, With Exciting Action Sequences.”  Or even: “Enjoyment Equal to Parts 1, 4, 7, and 12.”
            Interviewer: I remember those.
            Veracity: And on the flip side, I have yet to see a film that has not one redeeming feature in it.  There is no film so bad, where I can neglect my duty in communicating to the audience that “The Costumes Were Historically Accurate,” or “Contains a Realistic Depiction of Ennui,” or “The Special Effects Were Sufficient to Overcome the Lack of Plot,” or, now I remember, “The Lead Compensated for the Deficiencies of the Rest of the Cast.”
            Interviewer: (Looks through papers) There was one film, which we won’t name but probably almost everyone here and watching at home can figure out which, that was universally panned when it was released.
            Veracity: Oh yes.
          Interviewer: And I mean panned: I’m not exaggerating when I say that everyone had something negative to say about it: the reviewers, the audience, the cast, the crew, the screenwriters, the producers, the studio – it was an unnatural disaster.  However, suddenly, one good review appeared, which stated: (Reads from paper) “This is the best movie I have ever seen in my entire life and the rest of you can all go to – ” I won’t read the rest.
            Veracity: Mm-hm.
            Interviewer: It later was revealed that... that reviewer was the director’s mother.
            Veracity: (Quietly) Mm-hm, scandal.
        Interviewer: However, your review also stood out from all the others, in its… non-condemnation, if that’s the word I want to use?
            Veracity: That about sums it up, yes.
            Interviewer: With your permission, I’d like to quote it in its entirety.
            Veracity: Go right ahead.
          Interviewer: (Holds up a different piece of paper) Your review, on what has been decreed by nearly all of humanity as the worst film ever created in the history of the medium, is as follows: (Reads from paper) “Eh.”
          Veracity: It was not a decision I made lightly: it took a lot of soul-searching to properly express what… feeling this film evoked in me.  I can’t speak for everyone else, but I had to remain true to my beliefs and not join the rest of the world in their vitriolic snark, which was so easy for them to do in this case.
            Interviewer: So easy.
            Veracity: Yes.
            Interviewer: Because it was pretty bad.
            Veracity: So bad – and yet –
            Interviewer: Here it comes!
            Veracity: (Laughs with him and the audience) And yet – there was something about it that was still… watchable.  I felt as if everyone involved with its mistaken creation was trying to tell me something, which I just couldn’t figure out, through my own failings –
            Interviewer: It was everyone else’s failings, too.
            Veracity: – that I just could not hate it.  I couldn’t like it either, so it left me… “Eh.”
            Interviewer: One of the most… apt, descriptions, I have ever heard.
            Veracity: (Looks inwardly) Thank you; that means a lot to me.
         Interviewer: Before we go, I must ask: how did you embark on this path of honest film reviewing?
            Veracity: Well… there is no school that will teach you this.  I mean, you can learn all there is to know about effective mise-en-scène, or failed sound mixing, or when Method Acting is working and when it is the worst, or improper use of Dutch angles, or understanding the dramatic irony of a scene even when the screenwriter seemed to have missed it, but, what I do, is take all of that, and use it to uncover the heart of what the film truly is.
            Interviewer: (Nods intensely) Yes.
            Veracity: I am proud to serve my country, in informing them of what they are actually getting into when they embark upon their very personal journey into the world of a film; I’ve dedicated thousands of hours to this, and soon will be completing a tour of 24 straight when all the parts of the new Medieval Future World series are released simultaneously next month....
            Interviewer: No – I heard that absolutely no one wants to see that!  Even the trailers look… (Catches himself) poorly produced.
            Veracity: (Nods) I agree; however, the music was composed by ----- ---------, so I expect that at least to be non-grating.
            Interviewer: Thank you again for speaking with us today – and, as always, thank you for your honesty.
            Veracity: Happy to tell it like it is.

Thursday, April 5, 2018

Story 232: Better Living by Extreme Gardening



              Announcer: And here is our host, Ivy “League” Weeding!
            Ivy: (Wearing workout clothes, scythe in hand, standing in a field) Hello everyone.  Thank you for joining me in strengthening your bodies, your minds, and most important of all, your pitiful pantries.  I will be blunt: you’re watching this show because all your workout regimes have failed.  The walking five miles every day before sunrise, the kickboxing yoga, the giant-tire tossing, the Channel-swimming – all were useless garbage that have failed you for the last time, plus they were boring as all out.  Now, I offer you a beacon of hope: an activity that is not just a workout, but a way of life.  Today, I will show you how to transform yourselves by transforming the Earth, seizing and wresting life from within the heart of it just as God must once have done.  So, pick up your scythe, find yourself an empty field, and let’s begin our journey into –
[Title Card: BETTER LIVING BY EXTREME GARDENING]
            (Cut to: Ivy clearing out a portion of the field)
            Ivy: (Speaking between swings) On your first garden – (Swing!) – you should clear out a plot just large enough – (Swing!) – to match your current abilities – (Swing!) – and your requirements for your kitchen table.  (Swing!  Swing!  Swing!)  (She pauses to wipe sweat off her brow) One acre by two acres should be sufficient for beginners.
            (Cut to: Ivy working on the cleared-out section with a hoe)
            Ivy: Now, I always recommend that garden plots be given a final comb-through with at least a half-dozen sheep – (She gestures with her head off to her left: the camera pans over to reveal said sheep, chewing away) – but nothing beats getting into the literal dirt by using a good old-fashioned hoe.  Yes indeed, you really get a full-body workout by vigorously hoeing away – (Stands suddenly) – that doesn’t sound right at all; make sure you edit out that last bit, yeah?
            (Cut to: Ivy pushing a plow)
            Ivy: (Slightly out of breath) Once cleared of all that pesky natural growth, it’s almost time to impose your will completely upon the helpless soil.  (Gets stuck for a moment; her feet scramble in place until the plow moves again) No need to impress our animal brethren into working our machines when the whole point is to improve our own bodies, hm?  (Slips and falls onto the ground, then makes a “Cut!” motion with her hand)
            (Cut to: Ivy running up and down rows, scattering seeds into the new troughs)
          Ivy: (As the camera skittishly follows her) Here’s where the magic happens: the miracle of creation, in the palms of our hands!  Right now I’m planting string beans, and I have never felt more fulfilled in my entire life!  (The camera stops following her and tilts down, with the sound of strained breathing heard) Just lie down and keep the lens facing this way!
            (Cut to: Ivy doing push-ups as she scoots across each row)
           Ivy: As you can see – (push and scoot) – the dirt will be packed more firmly – (push and scoot) – and your arms and abs will benefit more greatly (push and scoot) – using this method – (push and scoot) – however much more time – (push and scoot) – it may take.  (She spins around onto her back to do crunches) You also can switch it up – (scoot) – albeit in a dirtier way –
            (Cut to: a panorama of the planted field; the camera then pans down to Ivy, who is covered in dirt and prone on the ground in front of the garden)
            Ivy: (Faintly) At last, your routine is complete for the entire season: all you have to do is maintain this horde of treasure and your now-iron muscles with regular weeding.  (A nearly inaudible voice from off-camera is heard) If you’re wondering about watering your new kingdom, (She raises her arms above her) that is all taken care of by the very sky above us.  (The nearly inaudible voice is heard again; she drops her arms back to her sides) I’ve just been informed that there is little to no rain here at this time of year.  (She springs up off the ground) Perfect!  On to our supplemental course: “Increased Toning by Building Your Own Irrigation System”!

Thursday, March 29, 2018

Story 231: Phantom Phone Calls



            “Hello?”
            “Yeah, I just got a call from this number?”
            “Just now?”
            “Yeah, about five minutes ago.”
            “That’s strange, I didn’t call anybody.”
            “This isn’t xxx-xxx-xxxx?”
            “It is, but I haven’t called anybody for at least a day.  Sorry if it was a pocket dial.”
            “All right.  Bye.”
            “Weird.  Wait a minute, my phone was turned off five minutes ago!”

*          *          *          *          *          *          *          *          *          *          *

“Thanks for calling -----, this is -----, how can I help you?”
“Hi, I saw I missed a call from this number, did my order come in?”
“I dunno, lemme check; what’s your number?”
“xxx-xxx-xxxx.”
“Mm-hm… mmm-hmmm… this thing’s sooooo sloooooow… mmmm-hmmm, come on!  Right, here it is: nope.”
“No?”
“Not here yet; maybe by the end of the week.  Or next week.”
“Oh.  Then do you know who there called me, then?”
“Hold on a sec, I’ll ask: HEY!  DID ANYBODY HERE CALL ------ -------?!!!”
“…No!”
“That’s a no.  Maybe someone dialed your number by accident and hung up?  I do that all the time, heh.”
“Maybe.  You’re all very strange there.”
“I know, right?”

*          *          *          *          *          *          *          *          *          *          *

“Hello?”
“Hi, I have a missed call from this number?”
“OK.”
“…How can I help you?”
“I don’t know, you called me.”
“Actually, you called me and didn’t leave a message.”
“I did no such thing.”
“Your number’s listed right here!”
“Says you.”
“Argh, bye!”
“Have a nice day – oh, they hung up already.”

            *          *          *          *          *          *          *          *          *          *          *

            “Yell-oh?”
            “What’s up with calling my phone and not leaving a message?”
            “Who’s this?”
          “Who’s this?!  You call and don’t leave a message, and think I won’t notice?  That’s just rude!”
            “Then so are you, `cause I have no idea who the blazes you are!”
            “Well then, I guess we’re even!
            “Fine with me!  Good-bye!”
            “Hold on, I’m not done yelling at you – ”

            *          *          *          *          *          *          *          *          *          *          *

            “Hello?”
            “Hi, I have a missed call from this number?”
            “Oh really?  That’s odd, I’ve been on the phone all day.”
            “Well, I just hit the number listed on my phone to call it back, and it brought me to you.”
            “That’s odd… let me see, my caller ID says your number is xxx-xxx-xxxx.”
            “That’s right.”
          “Let me see my list…. Oh yes, I did call you!  You’re hard to get hold of; I’m calling because we have a fantastic opportunity for a limited time on – hello?”

            *          *          *          *          *          *          *          *          *          *          *

            “Hello?”
            “Hi, got another missed call from this number.”
            “Ugh, stop calling me!”
            “Then stop calling me!”
            “Are there solar flares or something going on?  Because I have no idea why your phone keeps thinking mine is calling it.”
            “Who knows; maybe it’s extra-terrestrials, they’re always a good excuse.”

TWO HUNDRED MILES ABOVE THE EARTH

            “They’ve caught on!  Abort ‘Operation: Drive Them Mad!’”