Adam-Troy Castro

Writer of Science Fiction, Fantasy, Horror, and Stories About Yams.

 

Alien 3 Sucks For More Reasons Than We Usually Say It Does

Posted on February 2nd, 2016 by Adam-Troy Castro

Originally published on Facebook 2 February 2015.

The fatal problem with ALIEN 3 is not, *not*, that it takes a big steaming dump on Ripley’s heroism from the prior film, by killing off Newt and Hicks, the two people she bonded with and rescued in the prior movie.

Sure, that sucked, but let’s be honest: I was spoiled on that plot point before I went to see it. I was dismayed, of course, but I’m a horror guy and I recognize that the ALIENS franchise was made up of horror films. In the best horror, and indeed in the best stories, life isn’t always fair; sometimes it’s spectacularly unfair. I was 100% willing to give the movie a fair shot, to prove that it would reward our tolerance of this development that upset us, by going places worth going. So, no, that was not a fatal problem. I withheld judgment.

The fatal problem is that, *having done that*, it gave us a story that sucked, thus following its deliberate violation with a cowpie in the face.

It’s first of all a story that doesn’t advance the mythology one iota. ALIEN gave us our first exposure to the life form; ALIENS showed us what it was like when human beings fought them in a fair fight; ALIEN 3 showed us nothing more except a slightly different metamorph and the lesson that anybody we love, including the heroine whose fate we had given such an emotional investment, will be taken from us not only without warning but without meaning. That was one point.

It’s second of all a story that violates who Ripley is, turning her a woman who – having suffered the most devastating loss one can imagine and then being forced to suffer it all over again – proceeds from absolute emotional desolation with Newt’s autopsy scene, to hopping into bed with the first guy who treats her with kindness. (Sure, she uses sex to avoid answering his questions, but there’s a post-coital shot of her smiling her secret smile, and THE WOMAN SAW HER DEAD SURROGATE DAUGHTER GETTING HER RIBS SPREAD ONLY A FEW SCENES BEFORE, and that is not the woman we know, nor a woman we want to know.)

And third of all —

it’s a goddamned stupid story.

People complain about Newt’s off-screen death. You know what offended me more?

Late in the movie Ripley and company come up with a plan to kill the canine metamorph: they will lure it into a trap and crush it under thousands of gallons of molten lead.

This they actually accomplish.

But the alien doesn’t die; in a jump-scare moment, it leaps out of the pool of molten lead, as if propelled by a spring.

Sure, somebody said. It’s an Alien. It can have any capabilities the writer wants it to have.

Sure. I agree with that.

It can, for instance, be repelled by flame-throwers, as in the prior movies. OR it can be wholly unfazed by molten lead. Either it can be driven back by fire or it’s not affected by heat. YOU CANNOT HAVE BOTH.

It can be stymied by a closed door, as happens a few times in this movie. It can be knocked to its knees by a pissed-off blue-collar woman in a power loader suit, as happens so memorably in ALIENS. OR it can be so powerful that it can swim upward through uncounted tons of molten lead, and propel itself leaping out of that ungodly weight. YOU CANNOT HAVE BOTH.

It can be ripped to pieces to bullets or it can be invulnerable to thousands of tons of falling lead. YOU CANNOT HAVE BOTH.

I was offended because I watched that scene and I thought, “There are any number of things in the first two movies that strain common sense, or biology, or conditions in outer space, but there is no point, in either of them, where I had my nose rubbed in the attitude that the people who wrote it think we’re goddamned idiots and won’t notice something this profoundly stupid.”

The only alternative explanation is that they were too stupid to tell the difference themselves, in which case the story becomes what you get when excited six-year-olds play with action figures, and the stories six-year-olds make up about toy Indy and toy Chewbacca and toy Superman, fighting the giant rocking horse, are not regarded by the rest of us as canon.

It did not happen.

Will Benghazi Chanters Spare 30 Seconds Of Outrage For Flint?

Posted on January 29th, 2016 by Adam-Troy Castro

So, if in addition to ignoring expert warnings that he was about to poison Flint and giving the city contaminated water anyway, and after that doing his best to cover up the mistake for as long as he could, Rick Snyder also sent his people in the city bottled water for a year so that they would not be affected, then there is no possible defense, not even incompetence and stupidity.

The Tea Party, damn them, has indeed given us one of the very worst governors in American history, a man whose corruption has a cost in ruined lives and shattered familities and human blood.

He blithely ruined the health of a population, knew he was doing it, lied about it, and throughout, cared only about putting off justice for himself and for his cronies, for a little bit longer, damning the human cost.

We are talking about crimes that if committed by people with tans and beards would have been considered a major attack on the American mainland, an act of war.

This is malfeasance on a grand scale, an act of multiple murder by callous disregard of human life, an assault that has hobbled the lives of children before they were old enough to know that some of the people who should have been protecting their welfare found it the least of all possible considerations.

If there is any justice, Snyder will not just go to prison but face so many consecutive sentences — one for every child poisoned, one for every lie he told while people continued to drink what he gave them — that there can be no chance of him ever again seeing sunlight as a free man.

My question, and I’m afraid I already know the answer: will the people who insisted on fifty hearings over Benghazi care enough to spare thirty seconds of concern for this outrage so much more pressing? Because even if you buy the oft-debunked accusations directed at Hillary Clinton over that tragedy, the worst you could say about her in connection to that is that, maybe, she made the wrong call during a crisis that lasted hours. By contrast, Snyder calmly and with complete disregard of the consequences placed American children in mortal danger for an extended period, all while lying about it; and by supplying his people with bottled water, he proved that everybody working for him who benefited from that precaution had some idea that it was going on as well.

It was a conspiracy of massive dimensions, and can the assholes who cry “Benghazi” nonstop be bothered to care about it, at all?

What do you think?

Making Batman Say, “Uhhhhhh, What?”

Posted on January 24th, 2016 by Adam-Troy Castro

Originally published on Facebook 24 January 2015. Revised.

Wandering about in the house with the Adam West BATMAN on TV for background noise, I had a thought I’ve had before:

You know what would be really, really grotesque?

Switching Batmen and their Gotham Cities.

Imagine plopping Adam West’s Batman down in the dark and corrupt Gotham of, among other creators, Frank Miller, where half the cops are on the take and all the villains are not just colorful lunatics but mass murderers; imagine him fighting, for instance, the Joker of Scott Snyder’s DEATH OF THE FAMILY, or the one played by Heath Ledger.

Conversely, imagine the grim and militaristic Batman of ALL-STAR BATMAN AND ROBIN in the Gotham of Lorenzo Semple Jr., where all the crimes are whimsical and campy and Commissioner Gordon has all the competence of a turtle lying on his back.

This would lead to some fun scenes.

FRANK MILLER BATMAN: “There’s nothing about you I can’t fix, Joker…with my hands…”

CESAR ROMERO JOKER (Disconcerted): “Umm, what?”

or

ADAM WEST BATMAN: “I’m just an ally of this fine city’s fine, upstanding police force!”

BURT WARD ROBIN: “Gosh, Batman! You’re right!”

JIM GORDON: (Disconcerted) “Ummm, what?”

And so on.

Howzabout Adam West’s Batman Versus The Leader of the Mutants, from DARK KNIGHT RETURNS #2?

MUTANT LEADER: “They call us a gang! They call us a mob! They think we just noisy kids! Only when they die by our hands and see their women raped will they know…we have the strength! We have the will! And now we have the guns! GOTHAM CITY BELONGS TO THE MUTANTS!”

ADAM WEST BATMAN: “Ummmm, what?”

Or the Denny O’Neil / Neal Adams Batman of the early 1970s meeting TV’s Commissioner Gordon:

BATMAN: “Unusual of you to call me in broad daylight!”

GORDON: “What are you talking about, caped crusader? I always call you in broad daylight!”

BATMAN: “….okay, I’ll let that pass. Just feels strange standing here in the center of your office with a beam of sunlight shining through the window. What’s the emergency?”

GORDON: “The new exhibit of the stuffed dodo at the Gotham Museum of Natural History just opened…and the dodo was STOLEN! In its place, we found an UMBRELLA! We need you to handle this dastardly emergency!”

BATMAN: “…Ummmm, what?”

GORDON: “Only one man would leave an umbrella at a museum!”

BATMAN: “Wasn’t it raining this morning?”

GORDON: “Excellent observation, caped crimefighter!”

BATMAN: “Don’t people always forget their umbrellas when the weather changes? Why do you automatically assume it was the Penguin?”

GORDON: “The stuffed dodo was MISSING!”

BATMAN: “So you call me in broad daylight?”

GORDON: “We’re baffled!”

BATMAN: “I’m leaving.”

Finally, the Superman of the comics edited by Mort Weisinger meeting Batman from any other era, whatsoever:

SUPERMAN: “Batman, I’ve just found out that Lois Lane thinks my secret identity is Bruce Wayne and that she intends to get you to marry her before admitting that she knows! I need you to play along and fall in love her as Bruce Wayne, so I can show up at your wedding as Superman as your best man, and teach her a hilarious lesson!”

BATMAN: (After a moment) “You want me to what?”

 
 
 

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