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Nichole has a few rambling thoughts about science fiction etc.

I generally don’t watch horror movies because I don’t enjoy having nightmares, but I do like a good story so sometimes when a horror movie is getting great reviews I’ll try to find a plot summary because reading it is less traumatizing than watching it. So that’s what I’d planned to do with “Hereditary,” but then Rockford watched it (because he does enjoy having nightmares, I guess), and he told me all about it in great detail because he is the James Joyce of plot summarization.

I will not tell you anything about the movie — other than I am glad I didn’t go see it because it sounds terrifying — but I will say that it sounds like it’s about a lot more than Jumps and Scares. And it’s getting panned by a lot of viewers who say “Oh, that wasn’t so scary,” and that reminded me of something I was thinking about the other day and that is the movie “Annihilation,” a guy on the internet who hated it and a theory I have about the stories we create and when we create them.

I read “Annihilation” a few years ago and I didn’t like it at all because I didn’t connect with any of the characters. But Rockford read the whole trilogy and loved it, so when the movie came out he went to see it and he loved that, too, even though it departed significantly from the books. He thought I’d like the movie, so he rented it a few weeks ago.

I didn’t like it in the sense that I’ll ever watch it again, but I did appreciate it. It was beautiful (except for that decidedly unbeautiful pig-bear), and it was an interesting approach to exploring how different people deal with grief and trauma. Obviously, I’ve thought a lot about it since we watched it.

After we watched “Annihilation,” I was reading other people’s opinions about it on The Internet — which might lead one to believe that I do enjoy nightmares — and one angry media consumer on a message board kept coming back to the lack of military force as the reason he hated the movie. The government wouldn’t send in a team of women (and I quote: “LOL”), he said, it would blast the whole area with all the nation’s firepower. An America’s Might vs Some Aliens story was the story that he wanted to see and therefore the movie was bad.

“Hold up, Internet Man,” I might have said if I’d been having a conversation with him rather than writing a blog post about it six months after he argued with other people about it on a message board. ” ‘Annihilation’ isn’t a sci-fi movie about blastin’ aliens. There absolutely is a place in our entertainment universe for those stories, but if those are the only stories we’re willing to hear we end up with a much less rich entertainment universe.”

Which brings me to my theory about story creation: I think we see more introspective horror and sci-fi when the world looks like it might implode, because we’re spending more time thinking about how we got to where we are and how we might survive it. The flip side of that theory is that we get more popcorn movies when everything looks swell. Again: There is a place for “Annihilation” and “Independence Day” and for “Saw” and “Hereditary.” But it’s disingenuous to share your opinion on a movie (or book or TV show or whatever) without disclosing that what you actually disliked about the story was that you expected explosions and instead got metaphors. It’s fine if metaphors aren’t your thing, but I don’t think it’s fair to unequivicolly say “That movie was bad because more explosions would be more realistic” when the truth is closer to “I didn’t want to have to think about anything today.”

And also “Annihilation” is about a mysterious, shimmery force making the coast all freaky-deaky, so the whole “it wasn’t realistic” argument sort of falls flat from the get-go.

In conclusion, “Annihilation” was weird and thoughtful and you should see it if you like weird, thoughtful sci-fi.

SoaP

I don’t know whether I’ve mentioned it here, but I can’t wait to see “Snakes on a Plane.” I read about it on the AP wire many, many months ago, and I’ve been so happy to see that it’s become such a hit on the Internet — even before it’s come out.

The good people at SoaP have picked up on the Internet buzz, and they’ve decided (last I read, at least) to include one fan’s song on the SoaP soundtrack.

DCLugi’s effort is by far my favorite. I first saw it on the Church of the Customer blog, and I’ll give you the same warning they gave their readers: Turn down the volume if you’re at work. And if you have sensitive ears, don’t watch it at all. It’s about Samuel L. Jackson, so of course there are a few F-bombs sprinkled about.

You’ve been warned.

"The Matador"

Yesterday, Rockford and I got a babysitter and went to the movies (and then to the grocery store, because we’re cool like that). I’m not sure what the last movie we went to was, but I think it might have been “The Chronicles of Narnia” two days after Christmas. If you know us, you know that’s crazy talk. Four months without a visit to the theater?

Anyway, we joined our friends Monica and Amy to see “The Matador” at our local funky downtown theater. We donated our ’70s-era, orange couch to the theater awhile back and were hoping to get a chance to sit on it one more time. It’s in the very front row, though, which is a little too close for comfortable movie-watching. But here’s a brief exchange from the people who did sit on it, while they were standing behind me in line for the bathroom at intermission:

Mom (I’m guessing, anyway), gently holding daughter’s hand: Do you want some soup?
Teenager: I can’t even think right now.

Shortly before the movie restarted, the girl walked in with a bowl of soup, so I guess things had mellowed for her. Good for you, Girl Who Sat On My Couch Eating Soup And Watching A Movie. (Hey, I’ve done that before!)



So. “The Matador.” Rockford is much better at this review-writing thing (and I’m still hoping to get him to post his thoughts, but he keeps yammering about “packing” and “moving” so I’m not sure he’ll get around to it), so I’ll keep it short.

Pierce Brosnan, you are so much better than those silly James Bond movies. What were you thinking, squandering yourself on that? Oh, you were thinking about the very big paychecks? Well, OK then. I can see that.

And you, Greg Kinnear, I think I love you just a little bit. You’re so cute and nerdly, just like my Rockford.

“The Matador” is funny and sad and touching. But it does have some R-ratedness to it, so have your eye-covering pillow at the ready.