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Use Your Muse Before She Moves

January 11, 2014 3 comments

Linda_HarrisonA few years ago, when I finally SAW my Muse she dressed in worn comfy denim. She had gossamer wings. She looked just like Nova (Linda Harrison) from that old Planet of Apes original, her dark hair silky and shining. Every golden morning my Muse would hover at my bedside and awaken me with angelic ethereal humming. Dazed and inspired, I would rise and scurry off to my bus route. Afterward, I would take her hand like a ritual. She would lead me to a local diner or coffee house, and sit me down, and turn on my laptop with a missing left “enter” key. While it booted up she would pass the time pouring me honeyed coffee. She would bring it to me, and curl up on the monitor and purr rhythmically, playing songs by Hans Zimmer and James Newton Howard into my headphones. The sound of her purring and my fingers waltzing on the keyboard was like the sweet roll of distant thunder and a warm graceful mist washing over us through the middle of the day. In the early afternoon I would look up from my laptop and stretch, and whisper thanks to her, and wander off to drive a school bus, my mind full of visions.

Then due to circumstances beyond my control I had to switch jobs and writing became inconvenient and impossible in the midst of the day. She went into a Relocation Program for orphaned muses. I never heard from her again. Maybe you have seen her? For all I know she whispering music into your ear and filling your mind with visions. Don’t waste her inspiration. As soon as you exit Facebook begin your own epic novel, dear reader.

I had to adapt. I petitioned for another Muse for evenings and weekends. The one that showed up looked the Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. Desperate, I girldragontatopened the door and let her in. She chain smokes Marlboro reds. She wears thick mascara and re-dyes her hair black weekly. She has sixty-six piercings—that I know of—and some I dare not ask about. One arm is sleeved-out in tattoos. She has a Ph.D in German Literature and refuses to purr. She prefers leather to denim, likes fishnet everything. She clipped her wings. From her pale neck on separate chains dangle hundreds of religious icons, peace symbols, and skulls. She reads “the lost works,” just to taunt me and quotes Nietzsche and Rousseau. She listens to Lady Gaga, the Ramones and Johnny Cash and Mozart and the Lower Chakras and drives a black hearse with a pink stripe. She speaks English with a French accent. She refuses to pour me coffee and spills her own on my papers. She never visits, I have to summon her. When she comes she’s often high and drunk, daring me to judge.

I’m not dumping her. I fear what I would get as a replacement this time. So I have the romantic memory of the one before and the reality of the next. – Inspired by a book I just read. Write Your Heart Out by Geoff Schmidt

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So What’s With the Name, A Speaking Human?

You are a menace. A walking pestilence. – Dr. Zaius.

Welcome to my blog, I am the walking pestilence. “A Speaking Human” is derived from Charlton Heston’s character, George Taylor from Planet of the Apes. The quote by Dr. Zaius sounds like Bill Maher talking to Rush Limbaugh.

Doesn’t it seem like we conservatives are a shocking paradox to the Council of Liberals as Taylor was the Council of Apes? He was a speaking human! A menace! It seems they can’t believe that we actually have minds and we’re able to form coherent sentences. For too long they’ve read their liberal scrolls-the New York Times et al-repeated their euphemistic mantras, and delighted in movies and sitcoms crammed with political correctness to repeat the narrative and reenforce the mythology that all conservative are heartless, narrow-minded idiots.

It’s like we conservatives have come out of the woods-to the their surprise-already house broke and capable of using an indoor toilet. This confounds them. It doesn’t match the narrative they’ve been taught and so they try to cram us back in the outhouse and congratulate themselves on how evolved they are. It is written in the scrolls that we are all big eared inbred hillbillies, living in the fly-over states.

Is the Constitution in ruins, too?

I’m here, along with other conservative bloggers, to continue the confounding so that it may lead to disillusionment, which may be painful for the ‘liberal’, but ultimately worth it. I don’t do this to torment ‘liberals’ (note that on my blog I will usually put the word liberal in quotes because true believing ‘liberals’ are anything but…). Most are living the Matrix (the movie), existing completely clueless as to the core of what they’ve accepted and internalized, and perhaps unwittingly, promote. I see these Matrix ’liberals’ as comfortable and captive. I’m here to help inflict unrest on the comfy and set captives free from illusions. I want them to break free from the Council of Liberals and the so-called “Critical Theory” (google it).

Mainly I will writer about my passion, writing. I will also review movies, comment on music, attempt humor, occasionally do some Christian worldview apologetic, write a short story here and there, and update on the writing of my epic fantasy fiction saga under the working title of Blood and Soul. Book One of the Creed of Kings Saga. Six books are in the works, to be finished and released in sequence.

Rise of Apes Fighting Big Pharma

The movie is unique in that it’s made without any connection to the original. It’s a new experience completely, while it winks at the original 1968 movie in the dialog. It’s earth-based and sets up a wholly new enterprise. Andy Serkis, of Lord of the Rings renown, plays the CGI chimp Caesar and steals the show from the real cast. Another Oscar for Peter Jackson’s Weta Digital is possible, I think.

Watching Caesar is reason enough to go see the movie. Emotions conveyed in
Caesar’s face are touching and stunning, a marvelous achievement.

The screenplay is mostly solid but a little wobbly toward the end. It begins with Will Rodman (James Franco) working on a DNA based cure for Alzheimer’s. He discovers a serum that repairs and enhances the brain. A female chimp, used as a lab rat, shows promise. Things go bad—“surprise”—and investors flee. The evil corporate master, except for a baby male stolen away like Moses by Rodman, orders the chimps put down. Rodman agonizing over his father’s deterioration from Alzheimer’s administers the serum to him, he’s cured. Then, Rodman discovers the baby chimp has inherited the brain-enhancing DNA from the mother. Five years later Caesar is removed and sent to a place that rehabs chimps raised in the circus etc. The apes are tormented by an evil “zoo keeper”…surprise.

Caesar becomes a “union organizer”. You can smell jailbreak like a clogged commode in the theater. Chaos ensues. The apes rampage out of their cages into San Francisco. Hide your wife, hide your children.

The story moves on with some plot gadgetry so that the apes can do what the do, but it’s endurable because the story is compelling enough.

The bad guys are agonizingly cliché, Big Pharma (or Big Business) serves as the all-too-familiar antagonist from Hollywood’s grab bag of cooking cutter villains. “Hillbillies” being mean to the apes come from a Hollywood screenplay writer’s narrative of the TEA Party (people in the fly-over states), cut off sleeves, angry, stupid, and white. The police, again, serve as the blind force of ignorance and oppression. You’ve seen this movie. I’m surprised Caesar wasn’t hauled off to shape up in Catholic school, another Hollywood cliché for psychological damage and bad science.

After a solid set up the story-structure became a little wobbly in the last few minutes. I had to fill in the blanks with plausible off-stage events played out in my mind to give it some underpinning.

These apes had a flaw. They just flat weren’t menacing enough. They have fights amongst themselves and Caesar organizes them, leads them in a revolt. But the apes are self-actualizing and not really scary like the apes of ’68.

Caesar becoming a spokesape for PETA is feasible in the sure-to-come sequel.

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