Augustwest
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lotta that goin' around today
Anybody posting details, please make sure you insert spoiler space. Other than confirmation that there's interaction with Reavers (as per the clips), I wanna go into the theater tabula rasa.That's it?!?!? "Pretty neat"???? WE NEED DETAILS!!!!!!!!!
I do have a problem with the episode Meet Mrs. Reynolds
where they have to take Jayne's gun Vera outside the ship
*in a space suit* to disable the scavengers' trap because
Vera needs oxygen to fire.
Conventional gunpowders are 75% oxidizer and don't
need no stinkin' oxygen: you can fire a flintlock in space.
Now, if Vera needs oxygen to fire, that would imply the
cartridges are all fuel, no oxidizer: hmm, if Vera sucks oxygen
from the air to fire, you could pack the power of a .50 BMG
in a cartridge the size of .50 Beowulf.
SERENITY, a spoiler-free review.
(or How I Turned My Back On Joss Whedon)
TORONTO, 2005.06.23.2200h; I am a security officer. I am contracted for anti-piracy. I am posted at the advanced screening of the nearly-complete feature film based on the cancelled show, Firefly. I am a devotee of of Joss Whedon's works. But, I am a professional. I am here to watch the audience, not the film. Honour commands that I do not fail in my duty.
I will not breach protocol. Especially since tonight's screening for the show's fan base, the Browncoats, will also be attended by one of the actors: SEAN MAHER. And it is my assigned task to escort Serenity's good doctor safely throughout the night's events. If he gets hurt, or becomes uncomfortable it would be my failure. I cannot allow that. So, I aim to keep it all five-by-five.
My only comrade for tonight's assigment is not as qualified by VIP/celebrity service as I'd like and though he is technically ranking officer, I take steps to isolate him from the clients and especially the talent. He will muck things up later, but the extent of his meddling will be small. Within ten minutes, the Universal Studio Reps treat me as though I am in charge of tonight's security detail. I have seized control in my banana republic. I am evil that way, but it is for the greater good. At least, that's what I tell myself so I can sleep at night.
[This paragraph will include everything I am willing to relate from the time I spent in the green room listening to the actor's personal conversations.] His name is Sean Maher. I am taller than him. He drank bottled water. [That's it. Sorry, I take my professionalism seriously.]
After a brief introduction by Mr. Maher (to rousing applause from the theatre of Browncoats) the lights dim and the projector rolls. The principle client is seated among the fans (3-seats in from the aisle for safety) and I am twicefold duty-bound to have my back to the screen. The excitement is palpable and tonight I feel like an honourary Browncoat, though I have yet to see all the episodes of that wonderful show's first and only season. Nonetheless, I will not fail the job. I will not fail the company. I will not fail myself. Even when one of my writing gods appears on-screen for a recorded introduction to the film (addressed specifically to the Browncoats), I do not look. I turned my back on Joss Whedon. His monologue, however, is inspired, funny and touching. The movie hasn't started yet but the audience is already in awe.
[Here begins the review of the film's cinematics.] Of all the scenes which I saw, the 3-second sequence near the end (a 'big reveal' involving River) was the best. Of course, that was the only 3-seconds of film I watched (my single moment of weakness) but it was very good. Very Whedon. [Sorry, can't tell you any more. Professionalism and all that.]
I did, however, listen to the entire film. And, as far as radio dramas go, the story was also Whedonesque. It was exciting, smarmy, funny, poignant, and appealing on multiple levels and in rapid-fire beats. It was a brilliant tale and I hate him for it (Hello, Jealousy! Nice to see you again). As for what happens in the story, here's what I can tell you: There is a beginning, a middle and an end. Oh, and stuff happened. [Ug, me professional. Ug.]
Here's what I can tell you. I watched the audience and they were, in a word, engrossed. Two hundred and nineteen people watching a twohour(ish) movie and only six of them stepped out for any duration (the number is exact - it's my job to note these things). That's over two hundred bladders of nervous fans sipping theatre-sized drinks after standing in line for around three-hours and only six of them couldn't hold it. If there is a Bladder Index System to rate audience enjoyment, this one received a rating of roughly 97%. Even for a fan screening, that's damn positive.
And, as biased as fans are to love a film in advance, fans can also be the most obsessive nitpicking critics in the world. And these boys and girls have been waiting almost three years for this movie. That's three years of postulating on how they'd like it to go, how they think it should go. Yet, there faces were washed in elation, surprise, laughter, concern, camaraderie and sadness at all the appropriate times if the story. There were genuine gasps and tears, emotional hushes and cheers and, though I am the uber-sentry, even I could not help but laugh along with them at certain funny parts.
In short, if you liked Firefly, if you like Whedon's writing, hell, if you just like a good story, you'll love Serenity. I guarantee it with a 97% BIS certainty.
So, when it's finally out, go to the theatre and buy a ticket. In all likelihood, though I'm reviewing the film now, you're more likely to see it before I do. When that happens, tell me how it looks, will you? Because it sure sounded stellar.
Risasi: ask and ye shall receive. Just don't complain when you see it happen.