The Last Kids on Earth
by Max Brallier
illustrated by Douglas Holgate
Recommended Ages: 11+
During a fit of not being able to stand looking at their covers on the book rack at Walmart any longer, I bought this book and the previously reviewed Pottymouth and Stoopid one day and read them both before the day was out. Speaking of this book in particular, it was a fun, fast-paced diversion with amusing illustrations about a group of kids fighting to survive the zombie-and-monster apocalypse that has otherwise wiped out their town. The hero group includes a sometime foster kid named Jack, who now lives full-time in a treehouse; his nerdy best friend Quint, who has been studying different kinds of monsters and developing sciency weapons to use on them; school bully Dirk, who used to terrorize them, but who turns out to be a good guy to have on your side when school's out forever; June, the girl Jack has had a crush on since he came to town, and who turns out not to need as much saving as he'd hoped; and Rover, a devil dog who becomes kind of a pet. Together, they must survive swarms of brain-eating ghouls, giant mutant creatures and, biggest and baddest of all, the uncannily canny Blarg.
Told in a format that freely shifts between straight text and graphic novel panels, the story mines thrills and laughs both from Jack's adventures and from the way he imagines them, and himself, as more in line with a comic book hero's exploits. He doesn't let the fact that he's just a kid armed with little more than sports equipment get him down – at least, not for long. The promise of more to come is a welcome one, as the series starting with this book continues with The Zombie Parade, The Nightmare King, The Cosmic Beyond and, due out later this year, The Midnight Blade.
Brallier is also the author of such middle school readers' titles as Can You Survive the Zombie Apocalypse? and its sequel Highway to Hell, The Galactic Hot Dogs trilogy (second book: The Wiener Strikes Back), two Lego Nexo Knights Academy books, and some humorous nonfiction such as Reasons to Smoke and Reasons to Drink. Under the pen-name Jack Chabert, he has also written 10 books in the Eerie Elementary series. Holgate, who hails from Australia, is also the illustrator of Something's Amiss at the Zoo.
Monday, January 7, 2019
Pottymouth and Stoopid
Pottymouth and Stoopid
by James Patterson and Chris Grabenstein
illustrated by Stephen Gilpin
Recommended Ages: 10+
As a rule, I don't read books of the type in which James Patterson receives top billing as author, followed by some other writer, usually listed in a smaller typeface. Patterson is only one of a handful of authors to whom this rule applies – authors who have allowed their names to become a brand and who, I rather imagine, did less of the actual writing of most of those books than the less famous writer operating in their shadow. The book racks at Walmart and your neighborhood supermarket tend to offer more of this type of book than any other except, perhaps, those cheesy romance novels whose selling point is the hunky guy depicted on their covers. I might be induced, someday, to peruse the books actually written by James Patterson, Clive Cussler, Robert Ludlum, Tom Clancy and Michael Crichton; in fact, I've already read one or two by those last two guys. But on principle, I try very hard to avoid books whose big-font author is, for all I know, a front for a sweat-shop talent factory in which almost all the work is done by someone who isn't getting the credit they deserve. Also, there's a legitimate concern that the quality of the work may not be very high, since, on the one hand, you may wonder why it needs a great big brand name stuck on it to make it sell, and, on the other hand, the brand is coming out with new products at such a rapid pace that quality control must suffer.
Now I've gotten that off my chest, I'll give you a hint why I bothered to read this book. One reason is that I was frankly curious. I guess the cover art, and the fact that it was always there when I looked at the book rack at a particular store for months on end, made me wonder. Another reason is that the second-billing author, Chris Grabenstein, is one whose books (credited to him alone) I have already read and enjoyed. So, I gave it a shot. But don't expect me to start spewing reviews of the "Diary of a Wimpy Kid" or "Middle School Diaries" production line. Not gonna happen.
It is, after all, a nice little book, in an unusual niche between a chapter book and a graphic novel, with lots of illustrations and even bits of dialogue in the form of comic panels. (The Last Kids on Earth had something similar going on.) It features a pair of misadventure-prone, lifelong buddies who, from the first day of kindergarten on, are bullied by their classmates, teachers and even their principal. Nobody calls them by their real name, but always by a couple of hurtful nicknames that, in spite of their mean-spirited intent, everyone comes to assume is all right. Then the deadbeat dad of one of the boys pitches the most hurtful version of their life story to the Cartoon Network, and animated characters based on them become an overnight TV sensation. This doesn't make things any easier for David and Michael – especially when their bullies realize that they, too, are being ridiculed on TV. Only when the media catches on to the fact that David and Michael are the real-life Pottymouth and Stoopid do things start to turn around.
This book isn't outrageously funny, but it has a nice streak of gentle humor that lightens up the touching and often sad story of two boys who can't help being a little different. They are lovable, distinctive characters. As for the talent displayed in this book, I really think Chris Grabenstein and Stephen Gilpin should have been trusted to carry it to success without sticking a great big James Patterson seal of soulless commercialism on it. Most of Grabenstein's numerous titles come under the Patterson umbrella, but Patterson's umbrella shelters so many other ghost writers that it's hard to believe he had much to do with them personally. Meantime, Grabenstein solo-authored the John Ceepak, Christopher Miller, Haunted Mystery, Mr. Lemoncello and Welcome to Wonderland series, The Explorer's Gate and The Island of Dr. Libris, as well as some Christmas-themed short stories and a play for children. Gilpin, meanwhile, has also illustrated at least some of the books in the Super Chicken Nugget Boy, Gecko and Sticky, and A-Z Mysteries series, as well as other children's books and comics, including Fart Squad and What to Do When You're Sent to Your Room. I've just looked through some of his catalog, and they're exactly the kind of pictures I want to look at when I'm feeling like a kid.
by James Patterson and Chris Grabenstein
illustrated by Stephen Gilpin
Recommended Ages: 10+
As a rule, I don't read books of the type in which James Patterson receives top billing as author, followed by some other writer, usually listed in a smaller typeface. Patterson is only one of a handful of authors to whom this rule applies – authors who have allowed their names to become a brand and who, I rather imagine, did less of the actual writing of most of those books than the less famous writer operating in their shadow. The book racks at Walmart and your neighborhood supermarket tend to offer more of this type of book than any other except, perhaps, those cheesy romance novels whose selling point is the hunky guy depicted on their covers. I might be induced, someday, to peruse the books actually written by James Patterson, Clive Cussler, Robert Ludlum, Tom Clancy and Michael Crichton; in fact, I've already read one or two by those last two guys. But on principle, I try very hard to avoid books whose big-font author is, for all I know, a front for a sweat-shop talent factory in which almost all the work is done by someone who isn't getting the credit they deserve. Also, there's a legitimate concern that the quality of the work may not be very high, since, on the one hand, you may wonder why it needs a great big brand name stuck on it to make it sell, and, on the other hand, the brand is coming out with new products at such a rapid pace that quality control must suffer.
Now I've gotten that off my chest, I'll give you a hint why I bothered to read this book. One reason is that I was frankly curious. I guess the cover art, and the fact that it was always there when I looked at the book rack at a particular store for months on end, made me wonder. Another reason is that the second-billing author, Chris Grabenstein, is one whose books (credited to him alone) I have already read and enjoyed. So, I gave it a shot. But don't expect me to start spewing reviews of the "Diary of a Wimpy Kid" or "Middle School Diaries" production line. Not gonna happen.
It is, after all, a nice little book, in an unusual niche between a chapter book and a graphic novel, with lots of illustrations and even bits of dialogue in the form of comic panels. (The Last Kids on Earth had something similar going on.) It features a pair of misadventure-prone, lifelong buddies who, from the first day of kindergarten on, are bullied by their classmates, teachers and even their principal. Nobody calls them by their real name, but always by a couple of hurtful nicknames that, in spite of their mean-spirited intent, everyone comes to assume is all right. Then the deadbeat dad of one of the boys pitches the most hurtful version of their life story to the Cartoon Network, and animated characters based on them become an overnight TV sensation. This doesn't make things any easier for David and Michael – especially when their bullies realize that they, too, are being ridiculed on TV. Only when the media catches on to the fact that David and Michael are the real-life Pottymouth and Stoopid do things start to turn around.
This book isn't outrageously funny, but it has a nice streak of gentle humor that lightens up the touching and often sad story of two boys who can't help being a little different. They are lovable, distinctive characters. As for the talent displayed in this book, I really think Chris Grabenstein and Stephen Gilpin should have been trusted to carry it to success without sticking a great big James Patterson seal of soulless commercialism on it. Most of Grabenstein's numerous titles come under the Patterson umbrella, but Patterson's umbrella shelters so many other ghost writers that it's hard to believe he had much to do with them personally. Meantime, Grabenstein solo-authored the John Ceepak, Christopher Miller, Haunted Mystery, Mr. Lemoncello and Welcome to Wonderland series, The Explorer's Gate and The Island of Dr. Libris, as well as some Christmas-themed short stories and a play for children. Gilpin, meanwhile, has also illustrated at least some of the books in the Super Chicken Nugget Boy, Gecko and Sticky, and A-Z Mysteries series, as well as other children's books and comics, including Fart Squad and What to Do When You're Sent to Your Room. I've just looked through some of his catalog, and they're exactly the kind of pictures I want to look at when I'm feeling like a kid.
Monday, December 31, 2018
Robbie Awards 3
Technically, these are the Third Annual Robbie Awards for books I have read and reviewed since this time last year. Thanks to last year's seven-year retrospective ("Retro Robbie Awards"), this is unofficially the 10th year for which these awards have been presented. It's funny how fast this kind of anniversary sneaks up. Another challenge this year is the fact that, due to really limited online time, I'm way behind on writing my reviews; so, I'm going to have to wing it a bit.
So, to start, here are the books that (according to my records) I have read since the start of 2018:
Critics' Choice
I'm a critic, kind of. In my critical opinion, the best book on the above list, in terms of overall literary merit, is The Moon Is Down by John Steinbeck.
People's Choice
I'm a person, too. My favorite book on the above list, for pure fun and popular appeal, is Changing Planes by Ursula K. Le Guin.
Kids' Choice
I'm a child inside. Of the books above aimed at younger readers, my favorite is Insignificant Events in the Life of a Cactus by Dusti Bowling. Honorable mentions: Bad Unicorn, The Power of Un, Rain Reign and Magic Delivery.
Best Comeback
Of the golden oldies I discovered this year, I consider the goldenest (apart from The Moon Is Down) to be Westmark by Lloyd Alexander.
Best Newcomer
I didn't do any pre-publication reviews this year, but of the relatively recent publications I read this year, my favorite is The Spaceship Next Door by Gene Doucette.
Best Documentary
I think the best nonfiction book I read this year is Symphony for the City of the Dead by M.T. Anderson. Honorable mention: Killers of the Flower Moon.
Best Audiobook
Of the books I read with my ears this year, my favorite is Ysabel by Guy Gavriel Kay, read by Kate Reading. Honorable mention: The Dragon's Path by Daniel Abraham, read by Pete Bradbury.
Best Foreign Adaptation
Strictly speaking, I didn't read anything translated from a foreign language. However, at least one book that I read seems to be a repackaging, probably with revisions to make it more digestible to an American audience, of multiple shorter books originally published in the U.K. So, I'll give this award to All Creatures Great and Small by James Herriot.
Best Short Subject
I could give this, by default, to Temptation Bangs Forever, though I'm almost ashamed even to include it on this list. I could also give it to a book made up of short stories, but it doesn't quite feel right to slice it that way. So, alas, no award.
Best Art
In a new category recognizing illustration, graphic novel art and beautiful book covers, I'd like to recognize Smek for President! by Adam Rex for its intermittent but entertaining use of comic book-style panels within a novel that otherwise leaves the imagery up to the reader.
Best Adapted Material
Here's another new category, though I'm going to start by stretching the point a bit and award it to a book that was adapted into another medium rather than the other way around. The winner: Trollhunters by Guillermo del Toro & Daniel Kraus. I especially like the fact that although the original book and the subsequent TV series are so very different, neither suffers in the comparison; they are both, in my opinion, winners.
So, to start, here are the books that (according to my records) I have read since the start of 2018:
- Long Live the Queen by Kate Locke
- Insignificant Events in the Life of a Cactus by Dusti Bowling
- The Apprentice Witch by James Nicol
- Invasion by Luke Rhinehart
- The Darkest Road by Guy Gavriel Kay
- Canoes in Winter: Beneath the Surface by Bob Guelker
- The Hero of Ages by Brandon Sanderson
- Symphony for the City of the Dead by M.T. Anderson
- The Alloy of Law by Brandon Sanderson
- Goodbye, Mr. Chips by James Hilton
- Shadows of Self by Brandon Sanderson
- The Moon Is Down by John Steinbeck
- Lair of Dreams by Libba Bray
- Sputnik's Guide to Life on Earth by Frank Cottrell Boyce
- Bad Unicorn by Platte F. Clark
- Fluff Dragon by Platte F. Clark
- Good Ogre by Platte F. Clark
- The Countdown Conspiracy by Katie Slivensky
- Tumble and Blue by Cassie Beasley
- The Lost Kingdom of Bamarre by Gail Carson Levine
- Alcatraz Versus the Evil Librarians by Brandon Sanderson
- The Screaming Staircase by Jonathan Stroud
- The Bands of Mourning by Brandon Sanderson
- Changing Planes by Ursula K. Le Guin
- Smoke by Dan Vyleta
- The Accident Season by Moïra Fowley-Doyle
- The Gravedigger's Cottage by Chris Lynch
- Stronger by Jeff Bauman with Bret Witter
- Unsub by Meg Gardiner
- The Whispering Skull by Jonathan Stroud
- The Night Gardener by Jonathan Auxier
- The Hollow Boy by Jonathan Stroud
- Rain Reign by Ann M. Martin
- The Creeping Shadow by Jonathan Stroud
- Trollhunters by Guillermo del Toro & Daniel Kraus
- Time to Laugh: Funny Tales from Here and There ed. by Phyllis Fenner
- Scowler by Daniel Kraus
- The Empty Grave by Jonathan Stroud
- Alcatraz Versus the Scrivener's Bones by Brandon Sanderson
- Ysabel by Guy Gavriel Kay
- Alcatraz Versus the Knights of Crystallia by Brandon Sanderson
- Do the Movies Have a Future? by David Denby
- Alcatraz Versus the Shattered Lens by Brandon Sanderson
- Westmark by Lloyd Alexander
- The Kestrel by Lloyd Alexander
- Aliens in Disguise by Clete Barrett Smith
- All Creatures Great and Small by James Herriot
- Magic Delivery by Clete Barrett Smith
- Cold Blooded by Lisa Jackson
- Killers of the Flower Moon: The Osage Murders and the Birth of the FBI by David Grann
- Crime Scene by Jonathan Kellerman and Jesse Kellerman
- Temptation Bangs Forever: The Worst Church Signs You've Ever Seen by Robert Kroese and Joel Bezaire
- The Spaceship Next Door by Gene Doucette
- Jane, Unlimited by Kristin Cashore
- Deep Freeze by John Sandford
- Legion by Brandon Sanderson
- The Dragon's Path by Daniel Abraham
- The King's Blood by Daniel Abraham
- The Power of Un by Nancy Etchemendy
- The Witch Boy by Molly Knox Ostertag
- It Takes One by Kate Kessler
- Two Can Play by Kate Kessler
- Practical Demonkeeping by Christopher Moore
- Smek for President! by Adam Rex
- The Cabinet of Earths by Anne Nesbet
Critics' Choice
I'm a critic, kind of. In my critical opinion, the best book on the above list, in terms of overall literary merit, is The Moon Is Down by John Steinbeck.
People's Choice
I'm a person, too. My favorite book on the above list, for pure fun and popular appeal, is Changing Planes by Ursula K. Le Guin.
Kids' Choice
I'm a child inside. Of the books above aimed at younger readers, my favorite is Insignificant Events in the Life of a Cactus by Dusti Bowling. Honorable mentions: Bad Unicorn, The Power of Un, Rain Reign and Magic Delivery.
Best Comeback
Of the golden oldies I discovered this year, I consider the goldenest (apart from The Moon Is Down) to be Westmark by Lloyd Alexander.
Best Newcomer
I didn't do any pre-publication reviews this year, but of the relatively recent publications I read this year, my favorite is The Spaceship Next Door by Gene Doucette.
Best Documentary
I think the best nonfiction book I read this year is Symphony for the City of the Dead by M.T. Anderson. Honorable mention: Killers of the Flower Moon.
Best Audiobook
Of the books I read with my ears this year, my favorite is Ysabel by Guy Gavriel Kay, read by Kate Reading. Honorable mention: The Dragon's Path by Daniel Abraham, read by Pete Bradbury.
Best Foreign Adaptation
Strictly speaking, I didn't read anything translated from a foreign language. However, at least one book that I read seems to be a repackaging, probably with revisions to make it more digestible to an American audience, of multiple shorter books originally published in the U.K. So, I'll give this award to All Creatures Great and Small by James Herriot.
Best Short Subject
I could give this, by default, to Temptation Bangs Forever, though I'm almost ashamed even to include it on this list. I could also give it to a book made up of short stories, but it doesn't quite feel right to slice it that way. So, alas, no award.
Best Art
In a new category recognizing illustration, graphic novel art and beautiful book covers, I'd like to recognize Smek for President! by Adam Rex for its intermittent but entertaining use of comic book-style panels within a novel that otherwise leaves the imagery up to the reader.
Best Adapted Material
Here's another new category, though I'm going to start by stretching the point a bit and award it to a book that was adapted into another medium rather than the other way around. The winner: Trollhunters by Guillermo del Toro & Daniel Kraus. I especially like the fact that although the original book and the subsequent TV series are so very different, neither suffers in the comparison; they are both, in my opinion, winners.
The Cabinet of Earths
The Cabinet of Earths
by Anne Nesbet
Recommended Ages: 12+
I didn't realize, when I read it, that A Box of Gargoyles was the sequel to this book. So, I read them out of order, but I don't think it really mattered. In this book, an American girl named Maya moves to Paris for a year with her parents and her adorable little brother James, meets her best friend (a Bulgarian boy named Valko), and finds herself in the middle of a magical plot that has involved several generations of her family. Among the relatives she is surprised to meet in Paris are a distant cousin who is partly invisible and once survived having a church fall on her, a beautiful uncle-cousin named Henri who has violet eyes and peddles a mysterious, addictive substance called anbar, and an eccentric, elderly uncle-cousin named Henri-Pierre who has a cabinet full of bottled earths that calls out to Maya (the cabinet I mean), urging her to become its next keeper.
Something sinister is afoot in Maya's Paris. It has something to do with a group of beautiful kids at her school, led by the Dauphin (or, as Maya calls him, the Dolphin), whose parents look way younger than they are. It has something to do with a witch who, during World War II, gave up on life after one of her sons betrayed the other to the Nazis. It has something to do with a fountain commemorating a series of vanished children who, it turns out, didn't really vanish - not entirely, anyhow. Someone is sucking the charm and liveliness out of Paris' children, and someone is creating a race of immortals, and meantime, Maya is worried that her mother's cancer may have come back. It's a lot for a teenage girl to handle, but when pushed in just the right way, Maya exhibits a steely strength that surprises her as much as the reader.
There is a lot to love about this book. Maya, her parents, James, Valko, and other characters are crisply drawn and subtly developed. Maya's spirit goes right to your heart. The atmosphere teems with magic, mystery, a sense of danger, and a presentiment of horror that mesh well with the scenery of Paris. Pieces of art and architecture play a role in creating a fascinating scenic world. And almost invisibly, like Cousin Louise, author Nesbet establishes a compelling and original style that conveys striking impressions and complex emotions in a truly original, yet seemingly effortless way.
Also by this California-based author and educator are the novels The Wrinkled Crown, Cloud and Wallfish, and The Orphan Band of Springdale, all of which look interesting to me. This was her first novel.
by Anne Nesbet
Recommended Ages: 12+
I didn't realize, when I read it, that A Box of Gargoyles was the sequel to this book. So, I read them out of order, but I don't think it really mattered. In this book, an American girl named Maya moves to Paris for a year with her parents and her adorable little brother James, meets her best friend (a Bulgarian boy named Valko), and finds herself in the middle of a magical plot that has involved several generations of her family. Among the relatives she is surprised to meet in Paris are a distant cousin who is partly invisible and once survived having a church fall on her, a beautiful uncle-cousin named Henri who has violet eyes and peddles a mysterious, addictive substance called anbar, and an eccentric, elderly uncle-cousin named Henri-Pierre who has a cabinet full of bottled earths that calls out to Maya (the cabinet I mean), urging her to become its next keeper.
Something sinister is afoot in Maya's Paris. It has something to do with a group of beautiful kids at her school, led by the Dauphin (or, as Maya calls him, the Dolphin), whose parents look way younger than they are. It has something to do with a witch who, during World War II, gave up on life after one of her sons betrayed the other to the Nazis. It has something to do with a fountain commemorating a series of vanished children who, it turns out, didn't really vanish - not entirely, anyhow. Someone is sucking the charm and liveliness out of Paris' children, and someone is creating a race of immortals, and meantime, Maya is worried that her mother's cancer may have come back. It's a lot for a teenage girl to handle, but when pushed in just the right way, Maya exhibits a steely strength that surprises her as much as the reader.
There is a lot to love about this book. Maya, her parents, James, Valko, and other characters are crisply drawn and subtly developed. Maya's spirit goes right to your heart. The atmosphere teems with magic, mystery, a sense of danger, and a presentiment of horror that mesh well with the scenery of Paris. Pieces of art and architecture play a role in creating a fascinating scenic world. And almost invisibly, like Cousin Louise, author Nesbet establishes a compelling and original style that conveys striking impressions and complex emotions in a truly original, yet seemingly effortless way.
Also by this California-based author and educator are the novels The Wrinkled Crown, Cloud and Wallfish, and The Orphan Band of Springdale, all of which look interesting to me. This was her first novel.
Friday, December 28, 2018
Smek for President!
Smek for President!
by Adam Rex
Recommended Ages: 11+
In this sequel to The True Meaning of Smekday (which also spawned an animated film titled Home), Gratuity "Tip" Tucci and her extraterrestrial friend J.Lo run away from home by flying the family car to New Boovworld, the moon of Saturn formerly known as Titan. There, while exploring J.Lo's quirky alien culture, they become gamepieces in a political campaign between the Highboov (Smek) and a challenger, whose name I've already forgotten. Also joining the campaign, at different times, are a talking parrot and a human who claims to have saved both races (human and Boov) from a common, alien enemy, though it was actually J.Lo and Tip who did that.
Except for the parrot, none of the candidates for office particularly care to have the truth come out, so the two become fugitives. It doesn't help that J.Lo is widely blamed for sending the signal that led the previous book's bad guys to Earth. People on New Boovworld call him the Squealer, and it isn't safe for him to show his face. Nevertheless, J.Lo hungers for reconciliation with his people, and Tip has his back. Surviving the manhunt, or rather Boovhunt, that Smek and Dan Landry have put on him will mean getting involved in the presidential race, even though J.Lo wants to be Highboov about as much as he wants to go to jail. So, their adventure evolves into a madcap parody of a U.S. presidential election, combined with three-dimensional chases in low gravity, shootouts with disintegration rays, tours of the yucky underbelly of a city built on its own garbage, and occasional passages in which quirky, graphic-novel-style panels take up the burden of storytelling.
I really enjoyed this novel. I lost count of the number of times it made me laugh until my sides ached. I especially loved reading about the issues between Tip and her mother. In addition to politics, the story also pokes rather pointed fun at society's thoughtless treatment of the environment, takes a goofy side-trip into time travel, and displays its author's endless and fearless inventiveness in every detail of the Boov cityscape. After reading three books by him, I'm now pretty convinced that Adam Rex is a talent to watch. Besides this series, several picture books for little 'uns, and Fat Vampire, he is also the author of the trilogy Cold Cereal, Unlucky Charms and Champions of Breakfast.
by Adam Rex
Recommended Ages: 11+
In this sequel to The True Meaning of Smekday (which also spawned an animated film titled Home), Gratuity "Tip" Tucci and her extraterrestrial friend J.Lo run away from home by flying the family car to New Boovworld, the moon of Saturn formerly known as Titan. There, while exploring J.Lo's quirky alien culture, they become gamepieces in a political campaign between the Highboov (Smek) and a challenger, whose name I've already forgotten. Also joining the campaign, at different times, are a talking parrot and a human who claims to have saved both races (human and Boov) from a common, alien enemy, though it was actually J.Lo and Tip who did that.
Except for the parrot, none of the candidates for office particularly care to have the truth come out, so the two become fugitives. It doesn't help that J.Lo is widely blamed for sending the signal that led the previous book's bad guys to Earth. People on New Boovworld call him the Squealer, and it isn't safe for him to show his face. Nevertheless, J.Lo hungers for reconciliation with his people, and Tip has his back. Surviving the manhunt, or rather Boovhunt, that Smek and Dan Landry have put on him will mean getting involved in the presidential race, even though J.Lo wants to be Highboov about as much as he wants to go to jail. So, their adventure evolves into a madcap parody of a U.S. presidential election, combined with three-dimensional chases in low gravity, shootouts with disintegration rays, tours of the yucky underbelly of a city built on its own garbage, and occasional passages in which quirky, graphic-novel-style panels take up the burden of storytelling.
I really enjoyed this novel. I lost count of the number of times it made me laugh until my sides ached. I especially loved reading about the issues between Tip and her mother. In addition to politics, the story also pokes rather pointed fun at society's thoughtless treatment of the environment, takes a goofy side-trip into time travel, and displays its author's endless and fearless inventiveness in every detail of the Boov cityscape. After reading three books by him, I'm now pretty convinced that Adam Rex is a talent to watch. Besides this series, several picture books for little 'uns, and Fat Vampire, he is also the author of the trilogy Cold Cereal, Unlucky Charms and Champions of Breakfast.
Practical Demonkeeping
Practical Demonkeeping
by Christopher Moore
Recommended Ages: 15+
I got a kick out of this author's book The Lust Lizard of Melancholy Cove, not realizing at the time that it was the second book in a trilogy that started with this book and continues with The Stupidest Angel. Thanks to my mom's husband, who used my recent wish-list of "further books in series I've started to read" to shop for Christmas presents for me, I finally got the chance to go back to where it all started in the 1992 debut novel of the author of Bloodsucking Fiends, A Dirty Job and Island of the Sequined Love Nun, among other droll fantasies.
Where it all started is Pine Cove, Calif., whose claim to fame is being the city with the most divorced women per capita. One local female whose divorce is not yet final is a good-looking waitress named Jenny, who recently got the help she needed from a local coven of witches before kicking out her loser husband, when who should come into her life but a good-looking young insurance salesman who is actually a 90-year-old demonkeeper.
Travis stopped aging when, as a badly abused seminary student, he summoned Catch. Now he is condemned to travel the country with a scaly creature that only he can see except when it is about to eat someone - and that then grows all too horribly visible. Travis has been trying to find a way to get rid of Catch since World War I was on, but only now, in Pine Cove, does he seem to have found what he needs. Catch, meanwhile, thinks he has found his ticket to be free of Travis, whose insistence on not eating anyone who will be missed is as irritating to the demon as the demon's appetites are to his keeper. Unknown to both of them, a third player in the scenario - Gian Hen Gian, the King of the Djinn - has recruited a Zen alcoholic to help him send Catch back to hell.
Completing the ensemble are a vice detective desperate to catch one of the west coast's slimiest dealers, an elderly couple whose love story is intertwined with Travis' quest, and a woman whose determination to never let a man hurt her again may unleash an evil held in check since the time of King Solomon. Stir together and cook at the temperature of a California beach town, and it proves to be a recipe for hilarious, sexy, horrifying adventure, full of criss-crossing lines of character motivation and plot.
I know it's a weird thing to say about an author by whom I have already read several books, but I think this is a first novel that shows a lot of promise. Moore has followed up on it unevenly, in my opinion, but I have taken enough entertainment from these books - particularly of the laughs and chills persuasion - to be interested in reading more. Among his other titles are Secondhand Souls, You Suck, Fluke, Sacre Bleu and, most recently, Noir.
by Christopher Moore
Recommended Ages: 15+
I got a kick out of this author's book The Lust Lizard of Melancholy Cove, not realizing at the time that it was the second book in a trilogy that started with this book and continues with The Stupidest Angel. Thanks to my mom's husband, who used my recent wish-list of "further books in series I've started to read" to shop for Christmas presents for me, I finally got the chance to go back to where it all started in the 1992 debut novel of the author of Bloodsucking Fiends, A Dirty Job and Island of the Sequined Love Nun, among other droll fantasies.
Where it all started is Pine Cove, Calif., whose claim to fame is being the city with the most divorced women per capita. One local female whose divorce is not yet final is a good-looking waitress named Jenny, who recently got the help she needed from a local coven of witches before kicking out her loser husband, when who should come into her life but a good-looking young insurance salesman who is actually a 90-year-old demonkeeper.
Travis stopped aging when, as a badly abused seminary student, he summoned Catch. Now he is condemned to travel the country with a scaly creature that only he can see except when it is about to eat someone - and that then grows all too horribly visible. Travis has been trying to find a way to get rid of Catch since World War I was on, but only now, in Pine Cove, does he seem to have found what he needs. Catch, meanwhile, thinks he has found his ticket to be free of Travis, whose insistence on not eating anyone who will be missed is as irritating to the demon as the demon's appetites are to his keeper. Unknown to both of them, a third player in the scenario - Gian Hen Gian, the King of the Djinn - has recruited a Zen alcoholic to help him send Catch back to hell.
Completing the ensemble are a vice detective desperate to catch one of the west coast's slimiest dealers, an elderly couple whose love story is intertwined with Travis' quest, and a woman whose determination to never let a man hurt her again may unleash an evil held in check since the time of King Solomon. Stir together and cook at the temperature of a California beach town, and it proves to be a recipe for hilarious, sexy, horrifying adventure, full of criss-crossing lines of character motivation and plot.
I know it's a weird thing to say about an author by whom I have already read several books, but I think this is a first novel that shows a lot of promise. Moore has followed up on it unevenly, in my opinion, but I have taken enough entertainment from these books - particularly of the laughs and chills persuasion - to be interested in reading more. Among his other titles are Secondhand Souls, You Suck, Fluke, Sacre Bleu and, most recently, Noir.
Wednesday, December 26, 2018
DVD Reviews: More TV Seasons
The Flash, Season 4: During a time-travel episode in a previous season, when Barry "The Flash" Allen travels to a possible future to learn what it will take to stop that season's recurring villain, there is a throwaway line about a gadget Team Flash would use (sometime between that future and then-present-Barry's then-present) - oh, I give up. Time travel gives me a headache. Let's just say, there's been a hint before that an upcoming villain would be named DeVoe. This is the season in which he comes up. As Season 3 ended, Barry sacrificed himself to the Speed Force to save the planet. Team Flash has been trying to get by without him, led by Iris West, who has found a new purpose in life while still hoping to get Barry back. They still have a speedster (Kid Flash, remember?) and a little help from such meta-human teammates as Vibe. But when a new meta-threat rolls into town, it becomes apparent that they can't do without Barry. So, they work out a way to bring him back, and bring him back they do. Unfortunately, something about the way he comes back sets off a new epidemic of meta-powers, focusing on the passengers of a certain bus that Barry buzzed during his re-entry.
One by one, these newly powered people emerge in Central City, and one by one, they disappear again, taken by the nefarious DeVoe - who, to the outside world, seems to be a really nice, wheelchair-bound professor. Barry/The Flash actually comes out looking pretty bad when he tries to fight DeVoe, but his conviction and imprisonment are all just a part of that criminal genius' plot to take over the world. First, however, he needs to absorb a bunch of heroes' superpowers - and the way he does that is fatal for each person he takes over. One of the people in his way - perhaps the key person, whose meta-powers will make DeVoe unstoppable - is a seedy ex-cop turned private detective who, during this season, becomes an unexpectedly beloved member of Team Flash. He grows from being a minor irritant to an indispensable member of the family, which just adds to the emotional stakes of the season's climactic battle with DeVoe. Meantime, there's also a subplot involving a meta-human woman named Amunet who is making her fortune in meta-human trafficking, and another involving Harry gradually losing his intelligence, and love and marriage and baby-making and so forth. All kinds of fun!
"Three Scenes That Made It For Me" here would usually include in-jokes and casting stunts, but I let this review "pend" for too long, so I don't remember the season in that kind of detail. In retrospect, I think some of my favorite moments were (1) any of the goofball scenes featuring the Council of Wells, doppelgangers of Harrison Wells from various parallel earths; (2) the episode in which Barry uses "Flashtime" to freeze a nuclear bomb at the moment of detonation, in hope of finding a way to neutralize it before it destroys Central City; (3) any time Danny Trejo appears as Breacher, the dimension-hopping bounty hunter father of Cisco's main squeeze.
Episodes that did nothing for me, however, include the inevitable crossover episode with other DC series (Supergirl, Arrow, Legends of Tomorrow), of which only the installment that aired on The Flash made it into the DVD box set – the kind of shenanigans that, in past seasons too, has allowed major developments in series continuity to take place outside the series, and forces anyone wanting to catch up on the storyline to invest in DVDs of the relevant seasons of four different TV series. In short, it's complete crap.
MacGyver, Season 1: After seeing some of the recent reboots of classic TV shows of the 1970s and -80s, I've noticed a recurring issue of which this series (2016 ff.) is a prime example. The original MacGyver, which aired from 1985 to 1992, featured comic tough-guy Richard Dean Anderson as a man of action who never touches a gun, but can "macgyver" his way out of anything through amazing feats of science and practical know-how. While there were several recurring characters, the show basically featured MacGyver going out on his own and getting stuff done, with only one regularly appearing co-worker, Pete Thornton of the Phoenix Foundation. In the new series, MacGyver (played by the absurdly handsome Lucas Till) is surrounded by an ensemble of regular characters, including some based on recurring characters from the past. In my opinion, the amount of time invested in developing all these characters, and allowing them to do hero stuff, takes away from the stories about MacGyver achieving feats of macgyverness. As a result, he only gets to macgyver something about once or twice per episode, and the time he spends making character-developing patter with the rest of the ensemble often leaves very little time for him to engage with the situation at hand. To be blunt, I like the solo MacGyver better than the ensemble one.
Nevertheless, in Season 1 of the reboot, the new, stupidly good-looking, ensemble-cast MacGyver delivers at least three things that made it for me: (1) the whole "protecting a witness from assassins on a runaway train" episode; (2) Team Mac competes with a family of bounty hunters to catch a dangerous bad-guy; and (3) the team gets burned during a covert trip to the Netherlands.
Star Trek: Discovery, Season 1: The first issue I have with this CBS prequel/spinoff of Star Trek is that you can't actually watch it on TV unless you have a subscription to CBS All Access – and, I mean to say, who does? – or Netflix, which, alas, I don't. But right now, I can't even afford to have cable TV or home internet, which is one of the reasons it takes me so long to catch up on my movie, TV and book reviews these days. So, I had to wait for this season to come out on DVD; after that, all was well. Second problem: The artistic redesign of the entire format of this series, with special emphasis on the Klingons (featured so heavily that they are, in fact, the first characters you see at the beginning of the first episode). Personally, I find the redesign to be so radical that it borders on effrontery. I mean, it's one thing to make respectful improvements, and another thing to send a visual message that you don't respect your source material or its fans. Third problem: The unrelenting darkness and pessimism that dominate the background of this entire season of television, to the extent of seeming to contradict the fundamentally optimistic spirit of Gene Roddenberry's creation. If your lips just parted to register a counter-argument, shut them. This series sins against the very root of what Star Trek is. Fourth problem: The fact that this series takes itself so damn seriously that it hardly ever cracks a smile, let alone laughs. When it does, or even when it inadvertently gives the viewer an opening to do so for himself, the release of pent-up tension is so great that it may lead one to realize what an almost abusive hold the dramatic arc has exerted on one. Sixth problem (Will I go on? Yes): The visual style of this season is dominated by unmotivated camera movement, with a heaping helping of gratuitous lens flares on the side. Both are symptomatic of a style over substance approach to filmmaking, and the former (at least) denies the actors the opportunity to use their talents to sell the drama. Flamboyance for its own sake – bad. Finally, because I want to get down to details and not because there are no eighth, ninth or umpteenth problem with this season – Seventh Problem: Serialized storytelling taken to such an extreme that one loses track of what happened in which episode. As the "episodes that made it for me" bit will show, the exceptions are where my favorite moments in the season take place. I think this shows that the discipline of having to fit a story into a single, hour-long episode is good for a TV writer. Also, there comes a certain point in a certain arc of episodes this season when a reasonable person, e.g. Yours Truly, is compelled to scream, "How long is this outfit going to be stuck in the Mirror Universe?!"
For those of you joining the Star Trek universe late, Discovery is an exciting development for Trekkers because it represents the first fresh direction the franchise has taken in, like, a dozen years. Its main cast is, if you count the failed original pilot back in the mid-1960s, the eighth crew to headline a Star Trek entertainment spectacle – what with original Trek, The Next Generation, Deep Space Nine, Voyager, Enterprise and the alternate-timeline-original-series-reboot movie series. It follows not the captain of the ship, but a crew member – a human woman named Michael Burnham who was raised by Vulcans and made it to first officer of a Starfleet ship before being busted down to nobody after committing an unprecedented act of mutiny. For some reason, which gradually becomes a matter of considerable importance, Burnham attracts the interest of a starship captain named Gabriel Lorca (played by Jason Isaacs of "Lucius Malfoy" fame), who is considered to be something of a monster by some of his own officers, and he recruits her to serve as a science specialist on a top-secret mission to exploit a truly bizarre, new form of propulsion in a war against the Klingons. Their shipmates include Engineer Paul Stamets, who is really more of a specialist in a network of fungal spores that reaches across the cosmos; First Officer Saru, a Kelpien, whose species plays the role of prey in his homeworld's food chain; a security officer named Ash Tyler, whose first appearance as a regular character is timed in such a way that an alert viewer may suspect something about his true identity – only to be surprised to learn later that his secret isn't the only one of its kind on board. There's also a cadet named Tilly, who seems to be there mostly as comic relief but isn't; a ship's doctor named Culber, a gay love interest for Stamets whose not being listed in the main credits is surprising until it isn't; the captain from Burnham's previous ship (played by Michelle Yeoh), who doesn't let being killed in the second episode stop her from popping up later in the season; the irrepressible Harcourt Fenton Mudd, played by comic genius Rainn Wilson in two of this season's episodes; and Sarek, the father of Spock, who turns out also to be Burnham's foster father and is played by James Frain.
Three things that made it for me: (1) The episode in which Sarek is wounded by a terrorist's bomb and Burnham has to use her psychic link with him to help him help himself. (2) The one in which Mudd uses a time gizmo to make the same hour or so repeat over and over until he can figure out a way to take over the ship, and because of Stamets' connection with the mycelial network, babble babble babble, yadda yadda, etc., and Tyler ends up kissing Burnham, so everyone goes Awwww. (3) Tilly, impersonating her mirror-universe doppelganger "Killy," tries to act tough in a video call to an officer on a Terran Empire ship(!). That was one of those comic relief moments that made this season just bearable to watch. Overall, however, it wasn't so unbearable that I'm not willing to give Season 2 a chance to show me how much this series can improve. When it comes out on DVD, then!
S.W.A.T. (Season 1) is a reboot/remake of a TV series that lasted two seasons (1975-76) and starred Steve Forest as "Hondo" and Robert Urich as Jim Street. The pair were also played by Samuel L. Jackson and Colin Farrell in a 2003 movie. In the current series, they are played by Shemar Moore, late of "Criminal Minds," and Australian actor Alex Russell. It's a cool series, and even though I was about 3 years old when the original show aired, hearing that theme music was a neat blast from the past. Basically, your SWAT team ("special weapons and tactics") is the brute-force squad that goes out to control crowds before they become riots, to bust down doors, respond to hostage situations, take down dangerous suspects, etc. The original S.W.A.T. was apparently so violent that the Los Angeles Police Department complained about it. The current series hasn't softened it much, in spite of depicting to some degree the domestic side of the lives of supporting characters "Deacon" (the married guy), Alonso (the girl guy), Luca (the third-generation SWAT guy), Tan (the Asian guy) and their commanding officer, Capt. Jessica Cortez (all girl, this one). Against a background of family drama, personal tragedy, office politics and whatnot, they basically go out and kick ass without bothering to take names, because hey, they're not detectives. And yet sometimes, they also solve crimes. They're funny that way. But they also bust some heads, and when bombs go off, you sometimes see body parts flying in various directions (an image you definitely won't forget).
Three things that made it for me: (1) The episode in which Deacon's wife has a stroke while visiting SWAT headquarters, and it's actually the antagonistic boss (the guy above Cortez in the chain of command) who saves her life – one of the series' rare "shades of gray" moments. (2) The one where Hondo and Deacon rush out to the backwoods to protect Deac's former partner from a killer bike gang, only to find out he's gone over to their side and now he has to kill them. (3) The one where the team has to protect a Russian journalist from an assassination plot while she's meeting with a confidential source in L.A.
There are also some things that un-made it for me. I totally didn't care for the whole story arc in which Street runs around and lies to his team while taking care of his manipulative mother, both before and after she gets paroled from her prison sentence for murdering Street's father. Also, there's a city councilman played by Peter Facinelli, who also played a recurring character on Supergirl; in both roles, I felt his potential to be a truly obnoxious villain was not properly developed. I guess we'll see what happens in Season 2.
The Good Doctor (Season 1) is a remake of a Korean TV series about a high-functioning autistic who becomes a surgical resident. In the present series, he joins a team of residents at San Jose St. Bonaventure Hospital, supervised by a wunderkind of a more mainstream kind who doesn't believe the kid has any business operating on people, but who is slowly won over by Dr. Shaun Murphy's surgical brilliance. Less easily convinced is the Chief of Surgery, played by Hill Harper of CSI: NY, while the hospital's president, played by Richard Schiff of The West Wing, has staked his career on Shaun's success, having known him since he was 14 years old. However, Dr. Glassman also believes Shaun needs more help coping with tasks of daily living, which creates conflict between them – including one shocking scene in which Shaun strikes Glassman in the face during a hysterical fit. The series does an interesting job of balancing medical mysteries and stories about medical ethics with an attempt to portray the challenging ways in which Shaun's perceptions differ from everybody else's around him. There's an episode in which he has to treat an autistic patient, and finds it uncomfortable. There's one in which the patient is the spitting image of Shaun's brother, who died shortly after they ran away from home, around the time Glassman met him. There's an episode in which he plays hooky, trying to work his way up to asking the girl in the apartment next door on a date, though his love is destined to prove one-sided. There's one, maybe more than one, in which Shaun's behavior upsets the families of his patients, but they later learn to be grateful for his talents. And then, there are also side-adventures for his fellow residents, the studly Dr. Jared Kalu and the nice girl Dr. Claire Brown.
It's all very interesting, but the real reason I have watched this season all the way through, not once but twice, boils down to three things that made it for me: (1) The heartbreaking scene at the end of the episode featuring the late Steve Murphy's doomed doppelganger, in which Shaun asks the dying boy to listen to him read aloud the end of the book he had not quite finished reading with the real Steve when his brother died. At the end you know what the bemused kid in the hospital bed cannot possibly understand – that simply by lying there and listening, he helped Shaun let go of Steve. (2) The "flirting trifecta" plot line, in which Shaun attempts to understand other peoples' mating rituals. (3) The very last exchange of dialogue in the season, in which Shawn and Glassman are about to face the music for a mistake Shaun made. I don't want to blow it for you, but the emotional power of that scene was stupendous, all as a result of good preparation and top-quality writing.
The Orville, Season 1: I concur with a video that I recently watched on YouTube, which comments that the best Star Trek movie that isn't actually Star Trek is Galaxy Quest. In a similar vein, the best Star Trek series that isn't actually Star Trek is The Orville – which started the same year as Star Trek: Discovery and, one could argue, is the more faithful TV Trek reboot of the two. Created by and starring Seth MacFarlane, it's an awkward comedy that bases a lot of its humor on the general idea of ripping the average young adult of today off of the couch in his mother's downstairs game room and plopping him onto the bridge of a 25th-century starship. Multiply that by pretty much everybody on the ship, and squirm-inducing hilarity ensues. But also, some genuinely interesting science fiction happens, such as the one in which – well, let's not steal our own thunder. Joining MacFarlane's character, Capt. Ed Mercer, on the ship are First Officer Kelly Grayson, who happens to be his ex-wife; the ship's doctor, played by Penny Johnson Jerald who became the captain's wife at the end of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, and who has two sons on board, neither of whom shows any signs of being likely to grow up into Wesley Crusher; a helmsman who only has the job because he's Mercer's best friend, a complete slob; a second officer who comes from a male-only race, cue all kinds of uncomfortable jokes; a girlish-looking security chief who comes from a heavy-gravity planet, with the result that she gets all the jobs for which the standard command phrase is "Open this jar of pickles for me"; a navigator, later chief engineer, who long concealed his genius-level intellect in order to get along socially; an android from a race of artificial life-forms who all consider themselves superior to organics; and a gelatinous blob who works in engineering (voiced by comedian Norm Macdonald).
It's worth noting that about half of the episodes this season were actually written by MacFarlane. Other writers included Star Trek alumni Brannon Braga and Andre Bormanis, and directors included Braga, sometime Trek director James L. Conway and Trek cast members Jonathan Frakes and Robert Duncan McNeill. The pilot episode was directed by feature film actor/director Jon Favreau (Rudy, Zathura, Iron Man, Cowboys & Aliens).
Three things that made it for me: Besides the comedy and the sense that this series depicts people as they actually are, not as Gene Roddenberry would like to dream of them becoming, and the many casting stunts, including guest appearances by Victor Garber, Jeffrey Tambor, Rob Lowe, Liam Neeson, Charlize Theron, and other familiar faces, I liked: (1) The episode in which LaMarr (the navigator) gets tried in the court of public opinion for making lewd gestures toward a revered monument. His bad luck: The planet where this happens, truth is determined by a real-time democratic process of "up" and "down" votes in a round-the-clock social media dog and pony show. (2) The episode in which the crew risks being squished to death by traveling through a tunnel in two-dimensional space. (3) The one in which Kelly inadvertently sparks a new religion on a world that periodically phases into another dimension, advancing 700 years in 11 days before reappearing for only a few hours. The crew gets to see the impact of one small mistake develop over long periods of time – and the solution to the problem is really nifty.
I've given most of these shows a fair chance. Some of them, I have watched through twice. Most of them, I would gladly see another season. I must add that, in general, watching TV shows on DVD is a wonderful alternative to the old-school method of waiting until next week (and sometimes longer) to find out what happens next, and being forced to sit through commercials as opposed to being able to take a break any time you want.
One by one, these newly powered people emerge in Central City, and one by one, they disappear again, taken by the nefarious DeVoe - who, to the outside world, seems to be a really nice, wheelchair-bound professor. Barry/The Flash actually comes out looking pretty bad when he tries to fight DeVoe, but his conviction and imprisonment are all just a part of that criminal genius' plot to take over the world. First, however, he needs to absorb a bunch of heroes' superpowers - and the way he does that is fatal for each person he takes over. One of the people in his way - perhaps the key person, whose meta-powers will make DeVoe unstoppable - is a seedy ex-cop turned private detective who, during this season, becomes an unexpectedly beloved member of Team Flash. He grows from being a minor irritant to an indispensable member of the family, which just adds to the emotional stakes of the season's climactic battle with DeVoe. Meantime, there's also a subplot involving a meta-human woman named Amunet who is making her fortune in meta-human trafficking, and another involving Harry gradually losing his intelligence, and love and marriage and baby-making and so forth. All kinds of fun!
"Three Scenes That Made It For Me" here would usually include in-jokes and casting stunts, but I let this review "pend" for too long, so I don't remember the season in that kind of detail. In retrospect, I think some of my favorite moments were (1) any of the goofball scenes featuring the Council of Wells, doppelgangers of Harrison Wells from various parallel earths; (2) the episode in which Barry uses "Flashtime" to freeze a nuclear bomb at the moment of detonation, in hope of finding a way to neutralize it before it destroys Central City; (3) any time Danny Trejo appears as Breacher, the dimension-hopping bounty hunter father of Cisco's main squeeze.
Episodes that did nothing for me, however, include the inevitable crossover episode with other DC series (Supergirl, Arrow, Legends of Tomorrow), of which only the installment that aired on The Flash made it into the DVD box set – the kind of shenanigans that, in past seasons too, has allowed major developments in series continuity to take place outside the series, and forces anyone wanting to catch up on the storyline to invest in DVDs of the relevant seasons of four different TV series. In short, it's complete crap.
MacGyver, Season 1: After seeing some of the recent reboots of classic TV shows of the 1970s and -80s, I've noticed a recurring issue of which this series (2016 ff.) is a prime example. The original MacGyver, which aired from 1985 to 1992, featured comic tough-guy Richard Dean Anderson as a man of action who never touches a gun, but can "macgyver" his way out of anything through amazing feats of science and practical know-how. While there were several recurring characters, the show basically featured MacGyver going out on his own and getting stuff done, with only one regularly appearing co-worker, Pete Thornton of the Phoenix Foundation. In the new series, MacGyver (played by the absurdly handsome Lucas Till) is surrounded by an ensemble of regular characters, including some based on recurring characters from the past. In my opinion, the amount of time invested in developing all these characters, and allowing them to do hero stuff, takes away from the stories about MacGyver achieving feats of macgyverness. As a result, he only gets to macgyver something about once or twice per episode, and the time he spends making character-developing patter with the rest of the ensemble often leaves very little time for him to engage with the situation at hand. To be blunt, I like the solo MacGyver better than the ensemble one.
Nevertheless, in Season 1 of the reboot, the new, stupidly good-looking, ensemble-cast MacGyver delivers at least three things that made it for me: (1) the whole "protecting a witness from assassins on a runaway train" episode; (2) Team Mac competes with a family of bounty hunters to catch a dangerous bad-guy; and (3) the team gets burned during a covert trip to the Netherlands.
Star Trek: Discovery, Season 1: The first issue I have with this CBS prequel/spinoff of Star Trek is that you can't actually watch it on TV unless you have a subscription to CBS All Access – and, I mean to say, who does? – or Netflix, which, alas, I don't. But right now, I can't even afford to have cable TV or home internet, which is one of the reasons it takes me so long to catch up on my movie, TV and book reviews these days. So, I had to wait for this season to come out on DVD; after that, all was well. Second problem: The artistic redesign of the entire format of this series, with special emphasis on the Klingons (featured so heavily that they are, in fact, the first characters you see at the beginning of the first episode). Personally, I find the redesign to be so radical that it borders on effrontery. I mean, it's one thing to make respectful improvements, and another thing to send a visual message that you don't respect your source material or its fans. Third problem: The unrelenting darkness and pessimism that dominate the background of this entire season of television, to the extent of seeming to contradict the fundamentally optimistic spirit of Gene Roddenberry's creation. If your lips just parted to register a counter-argument, shut them. This series sins against the very root of what Star Trek is. Fourth problem: The fact that this series takes itself so damn seriously that it hardly ever cracks a smile, let alone laughs. When it does, or even when it inadvertently gives the viewer an opening to do so for himself, the release of pent-up tension is so great that it may lead one to realize what an almost abusive hold the dramatic arc has exerted on one. Sixth problem (Will I go on? Yes): The visual style of this season is dominated by unmotivated camera movement, with a heaping helping of gratuitous lens flares on the side. Both are symptomatic of a style over substance approach to filmmaking, and the former (at least) denies the actors the opportunity to use their talents to sell the drama. Flamboyance for its own sake – bad. Finally, because I want to get down to details and not because there are no eighth, ninth or umpteenth problem with this season – Seventh Problem: Serialized storytelling taken to such an extreme that one loses track of what happened in which episode. As the "episodes that made it for me" bit will show, the exceptions are where my favorite moments in the season take place. I think this shows that the discipline of having to fit a story into a single, hour-long episode is good for a TV writer. Also, there comes a certain point in a certain arc of episodes this season when a reasonable person, e.g. Yours Truly, is compelled to scream, "How long is this outfit going to be stuck in the Mirror Universe?!"
For those of you joining the Star Trek universe late, Discovery is an exciting development for Trekkers because it represents the first fresh direction the franchise has taken in, like, a dozen years. Its main cast is, if you count the failed original pilot back in the mid-1960s, the eighth crew to headline a Star Trek entertainment spectacle – what with original Trek, The Next Generation, Deep Space Nine, Voyager, Enterprise and the alternate-timeline-original-series-reboot movie series. It follows not the captain of the ship, but a crew member – a human woman named Michael Burnham who was raised by Vulcans and made it to first officer of a Starfleet ship before being busted down to nobody after committing an unprecedented act of mutiny. For some reason, which gradually becomes a matter of considerable importance, Burnham attracts the interest of a starship captain named Gabriel Lorca (played by Jason Isaacs of "Lucius Malfoy" fame), who is considered to be something of a monster by some of his own officers, and he recruits her to serve as a science specialist on a top-secret mission to exploit a truly bizarre, new form of propulsion in a war against the Klingons. Their shipmates include Engineer Paul Stamets, who is really more of a specialist in a network of fungal spores that reaches across the cosmos; First Officer Saru, a Kelpien, whose species plays the role of prey in his homeworld's food chain; a security officer named Ash Tyler, whose first appearance as a regular character is timed in such a way that an alert viewer may suspect something about his true identity – only to be surprised to learn later that his secret isn't the only one of its kind on board. There's also a cadet named Tilly, who seems to be there mostly as comic relief but isn't; a ship's doctor named Culber, a gay love interest for Stamets whose not being listed in the main credits is surprising until it isn't; the captain from Burnham's previous ship (played by Michelle Yeoh), who doesn't let being killed in the second episode stop her from popping up later in the season; the irrepressible Harcourt Fenton Mudd, played by comic genius Rainn Wilson in two of this season's episodes; and Sarek, the father of Spock, who turns out also to be Burnham's foster father and is played by James Frain.
Three things that made it for me: (1) The episode in which Sarek is wounded by a terrorist's bomb and Burnham has to use her psychic link with him to help him help himself. (2) The one in which Mudd uses a time gizmo to make the same hour or so repeat over and over until he can figure out a way to take over the ship, and because of Stamets' connection with the mycelial network, babble babble babble, yadda yadda, etc., and Tyler ends up kissing Burnham, so everyone goes Awwww. (3) Tilly, impersonating her mirror-universe doppelganger "Killy," tries to act tough in a video call to an officer on a Terran Empire ship(!). That was one of those comic relief moments that made this season just bearable to watch. Overall, however, it wasn't so unbearable that I'm not willing to give Season 2 a chance to show me how much this series can improve. When it comes out on DVD, then!
S.W.A.T. (Season 1) is a reboot/remake of a TV series that lasted two seasons (1975-76) and starred Steve Forest as "Hondo" and Robert Urich as Jim Street. The pair were also played by Samuel L. Jackson and Colin Farrell in a 2003 movie. In the current series, they are played by Shemar Moore, late of "Criminal Minds," and Australian actor Alex Russell. It's a cool series, and even though I was about 3 years old when the original show aired, hearing that theme music was a neat blast from the past. Basically, your SWAT team ("special weapons and tactics") is the brute-force squad that goes out to control crowds before they become riots, to bust down doors, respond to hostage situations, take down dangerous suspects, etc. The original S.W.A.T. was apparently so violent that the Los Angeles Police Department complained about it. The current series hasn't softened it much, in spite of depicting to some degree the domestic side of the lives of supporting characters "Deacon" (the married guy), Alonso (the girl guy), Luca (the third-generation SWAT guy), Tan (the Asian guy) and their commanding officer, Capt. Jessica Cortez (all girl, this one). Against a background of family drama, personal tragedy, office politics and whatnot, they basically go out and kick ass without bothering to take names, because hey, they're not detectives. And yet sometimes, they also solve crimes. They're funny that way. But they also bust some heads, and when bombs go off, you sometimes see body parts flying in various directions (an image you definitely won't forget).
Three things that made it for me: (1) The episode in which Deacon's wife has a stroke while visiting SWAT headquarters, and it's actually the antagonistic boss (the guy above Cortez in the chain of command) who saves her life – one of the series' rare "shades of gray" moments. (2) The one where Hondo and Deacon rush out to the backwoods to protect Deac's former partner from a killer bike gang, only to find out he's gone over to their side and now he has to kill them. (3) The one where the team has to protect a Russian journalist from an assassination plot while she's meeting with a confidential source in L.A.
There are also some things that un-made it for me. I totally didn't care for the whole story arc in which Street runs around and lies to his team while taking care of his manipulative mother, both before and after she gets paroled from her prison sentence for murdering Street's father. Also, there's a city councilman played by Peter Facinelli, who also played a recurring character on Supergirl; in both roles, I felt his potential to be a truly obnoxious villain was not properly developed. I guess we'll see what happens in Season 2.
The Good Doctor (Season 1) is a remake of a Korean TV series about a high-functioning autistic who becomes a surgical resident. In the present series, he joins a team of residents at San Jose St. Bonaventure Hospital, supervised by a wunderkind of a more mainstream kind who doesn't believe the kid has any business operating on people, but who is slowly won over by Dr. Shaun Murphy's surgical brilliance. Less easily convinced is the Chief of Surgery, played by Hill Harper of CSI: NY, while the hospital's president, played by Richard Schiff of The West Wing, has staked his career on Shaun's success, having known him since he was 14 years old. However, Dr. Glassman also believes Shaun needs more help coping with tasks of daily living, which creates conflict between them – including one shocking scene in which Shaun strikes Glassman in the face during a hysterical fit. The series does an interesting job of balancing medical mysteries and stories about medical ethics with an attempt to portray the challenging ways in which Shaun's perceptions differ from everybody else's around him. There's an episode in which he has to treat an autistic patient, and finds it uncomfortable. There's one in which the patient is the spitting image of Shaun's brother, who died shortly after they ran away from home, around the time Glassman met him. There's an episode in which he plays hooky, trying to work his way up to asking the girl in the apartment next door on a date, though his love is destined to prove one-sided. There's one, maybe more than one, in which Shaun's behavior upsets the families of his patients, but they later learn to be grateful for his talents. And then, there are also side-adventures for his fellow residents, the studly Dr. Jared Kalu and the nice girl Dr. Claire Brown.
It's all very interesting, but the real reason I have watched this season all the way through, not once but twice, boils down to three things that made it for me: (1) The heartbreaking scene at the end of the episode featuring the late Steve Murphy's doomed doppelganger, in which Shaun asks the dying boy to listen to him read aloud the end of the book he had not quite finished reading with the real Steve when his brother died. At the end you know what the bemused kid in the hospital bed cannot possibly understand – that simply by lying there and listening, he helped Shaun let go of Steve. (2) The "flirting trifecta" plot line, in which Shaun attempts to understand other peoples' mating rituals. (3) The very last exchange of dialogue in the season, in which Shawn and Glassman are about to face the music for a mistake Shaun made. I don't want to blow it for you, but the emotional power of that scene was stupendous, all as a result of good preparation and top-quality writing.
The Orville, Season 1: I concur with a video that I recently watched on YouTube, which comments that the best Star Trek movie that isn't actually Star Trek is Galaxy Quest. In a similar vein, the best Star Trek series that isn't actually Star Trek is The Orville – which started the same year as Star Trek: Discovery and, one could argue, is the more faithful TV Trek reboot of the two. Created by and starring Seth MacFarlane, it's an awkward comedy that bases a lot of its humor on the general idea of ripping the average young adult of today off of the couch in his mother's downstairs game room and plopping him onto the bridge of a 25th-century starship. Multiply that by pretty much everybody on the ship, and squirm-inducing hilarity ensues. But also, some genuinely interesting science fiction happens, such as the one in which – well, let's not steal our own thunder. Joining MacFarlane's character, Capt. Ed Mercer, on the ship are First Officer Kelly Grayson, who happens to be his ex-wife; the ship's doctor, played by Penny Johnson Jerald who became the captain's wife at the end of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, and who has two sons on board, neither of whom shows any signs of being likely to grow up into Wesley Crusher; a helmsman who only has the job because he's Mercer's best friend, a complete slob; a second officer who comes from a male-only race, cue all kinds of uncomfortable jokes; a girlish-looking security chief who comes from a heavy-gravity planet, with the result that she gets all the jobs for which the standard command phrase is "Open this jar of pickles for me"; a navigator, later chief engineer, who long concealed his genius-level intellect in order to get along socially; an android from a race of artificial life-forms who all consider themselves superior to organics; and a gelatinous blob who works in engineering (voiced by comedian Norm Macdonald).
It's worth noting that about half of the episodes this season were actually written by MacFarlane. Other writers included Star Trek alumni Brannon Braga and Andre Bormanis, and directors included Braga, sometime Trek director James L. Conway and Trek cast members Jonathan Frakes and Robert Duncan McNeill. The pilot episode was directed by feature film actor/director Jon Favreau (Rudy, Zathura, Iron Man, Cowboys & Aliens).
Three things that made it for me: Besides the comedy and the sense that this series depicts people as they actually are, not as Gene Roddenberry would like to dream of them becoming, and the many casting stunts, including guest appearances by Victor Garber, Jeffrey Tambor, Rob Lowe, Liam Neeson, Charlize Theron, and other familiar faces, I liked: (1) The episode in which LaMarr (the navigator) gets tried in the court of public opinion for making lewd gestures toward a revered monument. His bad luck: The planet where this happens, truth is determined by a real-time democratic process of "up" and "down" votes in a round-the-clock social media dog and pony show. (2) The episode in which the crew risks being squished to death by traveling through a tunnel in two-dimensional space. (3) The one in which Kelly inadvertently sparks a new religion on a world that periodically phases into another dimension, advancing 700 years in 11 days before reappearing for only a few hours. The crew gets to see the impact of one small mistake develop over long periods of time – and the solution to the problem is really nifty.
I've given most of these shows a fair chance. Some of them, I have watched through twice. Most of them, I would gladly see another season. I must add that, in general, watching TV shows on DVD is a wonderful alternative to the old-school method of waiting until next week (and sometimes longer) to find out what happens next, and being forced to sit through commercials as opposed to being able to take a break any time you want.
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