Hair, Cars, Disney, and Writing – September 2016

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And the roller-coaster takes me through yet another loop…

mWCrTxKah_FWyH3726VucHA.jpgSo, most of the month has been a struggle with my acceptance and learning to deal with Alopecia Areata, an auto-immune disorder where my body decides that my hair is a foreign threat and my body attacks it, causing the hair to fall out (and fortunately not destroying the follicles, yet I’ve not had any luck re-growing hair yet, even with the treatment). Even though my friends and family are overwhelmingly supportive, and nobody has pointed, laughed or stared at me (I am able to cover the spots up fairly well with a new hairstyle) it’s bee much harder to cope with than I expected.

ab8-239x300.jpgOn top of that stress, I also have to deal with the fact that apparently my passenger airbag is a bomb waiting to explode shrapnel on any of my friends that may be present in its seat if some a-hole decides to hit me… Again! I’m so very grateful that my previous accident didn’t cause my air bag to go off, as this shrapnel thing is a serious issue and has been reported as killing some of its passengers. How terrible is that. The thing that’s supposed to save you kills you. Although I’m no real car buff, to my understanding in order for an airbag to deploy, a tiny explosion happens inside of it, which inflates the bag. Although there is not supposed to be shrapnel that escapes this explosion, the defective (and now recalled) airbags, one of which currently residing in my car, allows a small amount of the shrapnel to fly through, and can strike the passenger, much like how the shrapnel of a fragmentation grenade (frag) is deadlier than the shock wave it creates. The best part, you ask? The replacement part won’t be in for about 6 weeks (so 5 weeks from this post) even though when I initially ordered the part they told me 2-4 weeks… I wish in the waiting package they gave me a sign that said “Danger! Hitting this car may cause the driver and any passengers to die… so if you don’t want to be charged with vehicular man-slaughter, drive carefully!” On second thought, that’s too many words for a bumper sticker!

disneyland-00-full.jpgI did, however, have some fun. For my friend’s birthday, I finally renewed my Disneyland Season Pass and was able to go back to the park for the first time since March! Oh how I’ve missed you Disneyland. I wore a hat all day to keep the sun from burning my scalp, then just kept my usual “indoor” hairstyle that I wear everyday at night, to keep people from seeing my newly exposed scalp. While at Disneyland, my twinzie (whose birthday it was) showed me some feet that are under the stairs at California’s Tower of Terror (they can be seen under the left staircase as you exit the ride, closer to the gift shop than the ride elevators.) She also showed me a tiny house (fairy house?) at the base of a tree near the entrance of Indiana Jones. It couldn’t be more than a foot tall. It was super cute! What was crazy was she showed me before we left the ride area, as it was broken down (oh surprise surprise… Indiana Jones broke down??) well, as she was showing me, the ride opened up again and we were on one of the first carts that went through it (so we basically walked onto the ride, on a Saturday!)

california-adventure.jpgThe following day, I went to Disneyland yet again, to meet up with a friend I’d met at a 24 hour Disney event and her two children (who have grown more than I thought they would have in the almost 2 years since I last saw them)! By the end of the day, my feet were screaming at me! (And I’m going to be on my feet all day Saturday for the LA County Fair… yay? (I’m kidding, it will be crazy fun! I’m going with the same guy I’ve been seeing for a while now and his family. They’ve been dealing with some stressful BS so this will be good for them ^.^!

flash-fiction.jpgThis week, I read a blog that did these really cool posts of tiny stories (100 words) every day for a year. Since I’m a writer (I’ve opted out of calling myself an aspiring writer as I will soon have written work in 2 video games – I’m scheduled to work on the second one later this month or the beginning of next month) I decided to do something similar to this myself. Instead of doing 100 word stories I wanted to create 365 stories that were 365 words or less (but more than 100 words. I’ll be putting these into a graphic and posting them on my twitter @alissams91 (yeah, I know it’s empty), facebook, and creative blog: alissas91.wordpress.com. I will post the first flash fiction story on October 1, 2016, and will be posting one each day until November 30, 2017. Wish me luck! (I’m so excited!)

Back to my predicament… Yesterday, I discovered yet another bald spot from my alopecia areata. It’s still puffy (unlike the one at the top of my head which is just bald) and the hair is still falling out (and the one on the top of my head seems to be done losing hair but not so keen on re-growing it, not to mention it has occasional bouts of extreme itchiness, which I haven’t read anyone really having when researching it online. Although this one is lower on my head (and thankfully more naturally covered by the way my hair fall) it was still a devastating discovery. I was sitting at my desk at work and nearly burst into tears when I felt the puffy balding area of my scalp. I’m a generally positive person, so these discoveries have really been depressing me more than I know what to do. I have a doctor’s appointment at the end of the month (as well as tickets to an Alan Menken concert) so hopefully my doctor and Disney music will cheer me up. (I could probably write an entire post on the psychological roller-coaster hair loss is putting me through, but instead I will leave you with this video on how to keep stress from causing damaging effects on your body. Oh how I love TED talks!)

Stolen Recipes at the Cafe – 9/15/2016

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box-full-of-stuffThe world was made of Legos… or something like it. I remember there was a reason, like something I did, or somewhere I came from led to this, but I don’t remember what exactly. I do recall that there was some sort of co-ed fraternity that I was a part of. I found our box of decorations after it had been put away. I was helping clean up after a party, and the box was put away too soon. I carried the final decorations to where it was stored, only to find the box was already quite full. I remember being upset at how so many of people’s personal belongings were in the storage box, but was told that they were used as costuming only, even though they belonged to individual members and not the group as a whole.

c0a05769d25729ef73921bb190251141.jpgAs I was leaving the area, I went through a pixel or Lego land. It was a very strange area with a toxic river and little things that seemed to be stop-motion animated. The whole thing felt rather surreal. It was at this point that I controlled a small rocket with a little handheld controller I found. It was shaped a bit like the SNES controller. Making the rocket fly got the attention of some others in the area, something that I neither expected, nor wanted. I had to jump on a small log-like thing and rode through the river before I got to a miniature Japan area.

Styles--pTRU1-11577876dt.jpgI walked through the streets, seeing Japanese characters and realized that it really was a weird mini clay seeming Japan that I found by steering a log through a stop motion river, passing through an industrial area, and surviving the toxic waters. The islanders had no idea they were miniaturized nor did they seem to realize that they appeared to be clay. They went about their day as if it was business as usual. As I got closer to the island to inspect it further, I realized that rather than looking down on it’s people, I had become them. As I walked and moved among them, it became more and more difficult for me to notice that they looked clay, or maybe their features were just getting more detailed. Soon, I too began walking the streets as if I belonged there. I saw a kid on a skateboard and couldn’t help but wonder if it was a Tech Deck, that toy from the 90s. Before long, I had no idea why I would think something like that, and pushed the idea from my mind completely.


f8e67d63d709f66483a4de2ab7a359e4.jpgThe world around me seemed so real that I soon wasn’t able to tell if it was stop-motion, or reality. I found myself in a small bakery, but rather than everyone speaking Japanese, everyone talked in English. I went up to the counter and ordered a cookie. While I was waiting, there was a young woman, about mid 20s, yelling at the lady behind the counter and accusing her of stealing her grandmother’s recipes. She had wild curly blonde hair, that shook when she spoke, and was livid. She hollered at the employee,claiming that the cute cupcakes and pastries their company claimed to have created were stolen from her family and how they should be shut down. I finished paying another worker for my cookie and sat at a small round table munching on my treat and watching the drama unfold.

f915eec763dd571e2ea585ea9089c48e.jpgThe cookie wasn’t all that good. I remembered thinking I could taste the baking powder… Or was it baking soda? I could never remember which of those is which. A woman with long dark hair took the seat across from me. She was holding a strawberry filled roll, not like a pastry roll, but like a hotdog roll or maybe it was a baguette, and staring at it intently, like she may have expected something from it, or from me? Finally, she spoke, saying that she knew she knew how to make it (I assumed she was referring to the strawberry roll), she just couldn’t remember. She continued that if her mother were around, she’d know what to do, but she’d be very disappointed. I stared at the woman a little longer. She looked to be in her late 40s but the way she was talking she sounded like a little girl.

a5b76797176e1ca65065808a43763307.jpg“What’s the matter?” I finally said to her.
“Oh,” she said looking up. “It’s just that this shop stole my mother’s recipes and they’re not coming clean about it. The media keeps spinning it as if we were the ones who are in the wrong, meanwhile our shops keep getting closed down.

I looked at the strawberry roll in her hand then back at her. “You know, I just ate a cookie here and it tasted awful. Too much baking powder, or soda… I said”
“Baking soda,” she said definitively, looking at the remains of the cookie I still had sitting on a napkin. “That’s not our recipe,” she continued, her voice hard.

“So, maybe go after a bakery that has better tasting goods?” I offered helpfully. “I mean this one is internationally recognized, but…”

89f729ce43156157a123124204245431.jpg“Yes, I know,” she interrupted, “but their bread rolls, and cupcakes those are ours, my… Amy (I don’t remember her name) gets a little carried away. The media follows her and her accusations, we really have no proof aside from the taste.”

I looked at her, unsure what she wanted me to say.

She looked back down at the roll “But now, I’m not even sure I know how to bake,” she said, unable to hide the anguish on her face.

url.jpg“You could try to gather evidence, build a real case. If a shop actually stole your, mother’s recipe, I’m sure there’s some proof around,” I said, more as a question than an outright statement.

She gave me a hopeful smile as we both heard Amy at the counter, yelling and screaming about something before standing over us at the table. She didn’t seem to notice my presence as she fumed at the dark haired woman I was speaking with.

“We’re done here,” she said, grabbing the older women by the arm and dragging her out of the cafe.

I stared at their backs as they left, then considered if I should take another bite of my cookie, before deciding not to.

 

The dream then flashed over to a third person view to the two women. They were in what I assumed was either their home or their bakery. My view panned, something like a dramatic scene in a movie, over to a strange pod. Inside was an older women, wrinkles at the corners of her gently closed eyes. Still, as if time itself was frozen with her as she slept. Her face greatly resembled the woman with dark hair, as if looking into what her future self would be but with one distinct difference. Rather than straight dark hair, this woman’s curly blonde hair was wild, and more untamed than the blonde’s from the cafe. Both women kneeled in front of the pod and quietly said, “Soon, soon we will be able to bring you back.”CryogenicSleep-580x300.jpg

~Awake~


Dreamer’s Note:

This was the third dream I had in a series of (at least) 3 dreams last night. I got as many of the details down as I could remember, but as always, there may be some things that were changed or left out from the actual dream.

Movie Review: Kubo and the Two Strings (2016)

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What is it?

Based on the Original story by Shannon Tindle, Kubo and the Two Strings is a 3D stop-motion film created by Laika, the same company that made Coraline (2009), ParaNorman (2012), and The Boxtrolls (2014).

The Good

Oh, where to begin. Watching this movie, I could feel the love the creators must have had for it. The entire movie was graphically stunning. From the sets to the characters, color pallets to the animation, everything seemed to have been considered for the final feature.

KUBO-AND-THE-TWO-STRINGS-12.jpgThe movie’s sets, such as the oceans, at times felt so fluid and alive that they felt like they could pass as computer generated (CG). After the movie, it occurred to me that that these sets were all real, tangible pieces of individual artwork that were created and used to tell a larger story. Even though this is ‘typical’ of a stop-motion animation, it makes the whole movie (and medium) that much more amazing to think about.

Another cool thing I noticed, was that since the movie is set in a more traditional Japan, I was very happy about the color pallet that Laika used. Just as you wouldn’t expect to see neon colors in a western, the colors of this movie were more earthy, autumn colors. I felt it really helped immerse me in the story as a whole and helped me to get lost in the world they created.

849905_084.jpgAs strange as it may seem, I have to say that one of the most mesmerizing parts of the movie was how Monkey’s fur moved. In general, all of the animation was phenomenal, but for some reason, I found her character movements to be incredible to watch.

It’s so rare these days to find an original story, and although feelings of belonging and loss with a quest for a 3-part object aren’t exactly new, the way the story was presented didn’t feel like anything I’ve seen, at least not anything I’ve seen recently. I also wanted to make a shout out to the main character being a young boy with a disability. Aside from How to Train Your Dragon’s Hiccup, there really aren’t any characters from children’s shows/movies that have a physical disability (although almost all of them are of slight stature or physically unimpressive in some way).

KUBO-village-set-300px.jpgOne of the main reasons I went to see this movie (aside from my excitement that it was a new stop-motion film) was when I found out that there was an exhibit for it in the Japanese American Art Museum. Lately, Japanese culture has been a bit of a fad here in America, but growing up half-Japanese, I’ve always taken a special interest. I was, however, impressed with how they created a story that was inspired by eastern culture, without making it feel forced or overly westernized, but still appealing to a western audience. What I mean by this is a lot of stories created here in the US about eastern culture have a westerner (usually America) come in and show an eastern country (some mash up between China, Korea, Vietnam and Japan – all which have their own distinct cultures) their ways in order to win some victory, in order to appeal more to a western audience. I am quite pleased to say that was not the case here, and the themes, ideas and stories were closer to human emotion than specific cultures or knowledge.

kubo-clip-facebookJumbo.jpgEven though it felt a bit gimmicky, I really liked how they implemented origami into the movie. Although I was happily surprised to hear George Takei’s (famous for playing Sulu in Star Trek) voice in the movie, one of my favorite quotes was said by Monkey, voiced by Charlize Theron, when she saw origami made by Kubo. She said something along the lines of “That’s not real origami, there had to be scissors involved.” Although I feel like it was a reference to how the origami characters had to have been made in order for the animators to articulate them, it reminded me of what my mother said to me when I was a child and learning origami, unsure how the paper would stay without glue and scissors.

 

The Not-So-Good

kubo_newtrailer-580x326.jpgThe only nitpick I can think of (aside from the origami being a bit gimmicky) was the very beginning. In the introduction scene, I was taken out of the movie for a minute, wondering how one of the main character could have possibly survived being washed up onto the shore (as a baby). I was a bit disappointed that this was glazed over and never mentioned again, but about 15 minutes into the movie, I had forgotten about it completely, and was immersed into the world. It wasn’t until I started writing this review that I once again wondered about this introduction scene.

 

Final Thoughts

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Overall, I’d give the movie a 10/10 star review. Although it does target a seemingly niche audience, many who see this film could easily mistake it for CG graphics or even a CG/Stop-Motion hybrid. Although this movie feels like it was created for children 7-14, I would extend the recommendation to anyone over the age of 7, as some parts of it do get a bit dark and there is some cartoon violence. I’d say this movie ranks up there with it’s CG competitors (Pixar and Dreamworks) and is a highly enjoyable film for the whole family (or date night).

 

After Credits Feature?

Personally, I always stay through the credits of a movie I like, I feel it’s respectful to those who worked on it. That being said, during the credits, there is a time-lapse showing the Laika team animating one of the massive characters in the movie. It’s pretty astounding to watch and it plays relatively early on in the credits.

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What did you think of the movie? Please leave your comments below!

 

Rant: To the Man Driving the White Lincoln

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Just because your car is nicer than mine, does not mean you should drive me off the road. Those curved dotted lines in an intersection indicate which lane you’re supposed to turn into. It’s not a suggestion. When there’s two or more turn lanes, you have to follow your lane, especially when there’s a car next to you! You almost hit me 3 times! If you want to turn left into the far left lane… don’t do it from the right lane! Seriously! Not only did I have to swerve out of my lane so you wouldn’t hit me. You kept trying to encroach in where I had to swerve to! I mean I drive a civic, but it’s red! No way you couldn’t see me! I don’t appreciate you trying to nudge me into oncoming intersection-with-multiple-lanes-narrowing-into-fewer-lanestraffic, running me out of the lane I was supposed to be in, almost making me hit another car in doing so, blocking me from getting back into the lane I was supposed to turn into in the first place, then almost hitting me again as if you didn’t see me at all.

And I know I was driving in Los Angeles, and people don’t really understand what a blinker is here… but let me explain something really simple. That lever on the left side of your steering wheel is used to tell other drivers if you’re trying to turn or change lanes. Nobody can read your frikin’ mind (nor would we want to). Using this nifty little device is not only the law, but its to help accidents, that I’m quite sure you’ve caused in the past. And to, ya know, not be an ass.

I’m so incredibly sick of arrogant assholes like you thinking they’re above the law because they’ve learned they can buy their way out. The world owes you no favors. Stop acting like an entitled fuck and learn some common decency. Thank you.

Oh… How I Hope My Life Balances out Soon!

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June

1356034-car_accidentOn June 21, 2016, my niece, Natalie Jade, was born. That night, while driving home from Hollywood (which I had to get to old-fashioned way, as I forgot my phone and was going there to retrieve it) I got in my first ever car accident, by getting rear-ended by a guy who had no auto insurance, no driver’s license, and was not a legal US citizen. I was counted as not at fault for the accident, and the doctor sent me home with minor injuries (even though my back still hurts if I sit or stand too long).

 

July

Also known as, the month of spending money for San Diego Comic-Con (SDCC). This july, however, I believe I was in Hollywood more than any other time – I live pretty close, but I’m usually only out there maybe once every 2-3 years. The reason for my going, was a friend of mine, who was working in the Hollywood Fringe Festival (HFF) I ended up seeing 2 plays (Odelia and Adam and Eve at Theatre Note) and I went to the award ceremony with him (the same guy from earlier posts) and overall it was pretty fun.

san-diego-comic-con-2014At SDCC this year, I was in the right place at the right time, and was invited to a party for the Writer’s Guild of America. I met some cool people there and made some connections, and am overall quite happy with my SDCC experience this year (even though I spent way more money than I really should have). Probably the most annoying thing that happened, was I met this annoying guy, that insisted I wasn’t Asian (Japanese) because I’m half white, making my only notable ethnicity white (despite the fact that I’m half Japanese). A part of me wishes I slapped him across his dumb face, but (I hope) he’ll get what’s coming.

 

August

My Birth Month!

Ah! My birthday was so much fun! I went to the beach with a friend to go boogie boarding, as I haven’t gotten a chance to go all year and I bought a new board at the closing of Sports Chalet/ Sports Authority (sad day). After a few hours of that (and countless waves that scraped up my knees) we went to a local harbor and kayaked! I’ve been Stand-Up Paddleboarding (SUP) before but I’d never been kayaking! It’s much easier to not fall over, but it felt like it took more effort to go less distance, not sure if this was an illusion or.. what.

medieval-timesAfter the day at the beach was over, we went to Medieval Times (I hadn’t gone since probably high school) and it did not disappoint. I wore a corseted dress that I bought at the Renaissance Faire and it was glorious! I ordered a delicious drink the bartender (who I will not name) gave me extra… extra… in my drink for my birthday (with winks) haha! The show itself was fantastic! The eagle wooshed so close, I felt the breeze from it flying by. Our knight (the Yellow knight) gave me a flower, and the Black and White knight gave my friend and me fist bumps when riding by (and afterward remembered us as the traitors when we got our picture taken). I bought a dragon chess set too! Overall, it was a pretty spectacular birthday.

And now…

A few days ago, however, that jovial mood had to come to an end. A few days ago I noticed a bald patch on the top center of my head, about the size of a quarter. Yesterday, I went to the doctor about it and was diagnosed with Alopecia Areata, an autoimmune disorder where the immune system attacks otherwise healthy cells in the scalp causing inflammation and patches of hair loss. Although there is no cure, it is not contagious and not harmful to anything other than my psyche. In many cases the hair will grow back on its own, but it doesn’t always. With the treatment I’m going with, there’s an 80-90% chance I will get my hair back. Over the course of the next few months to a year, I will get a series of 4 shots injected into my scalp, at the affected area to help reduce the swelling and help encourage my hair to regrow, as this condition, thankfully, does not destroy the hair follicles. In rare cases (about 5%) the person with Alopecia Areata will develop Alopecia Totalis, which causes all of the hair on t h e head to fall out, and even less common I s Alopecia Areata Universalis, which causes all hair (including eyebrows, eyelashes, etc.) To fall out. My doctor says mine is rather mild, and highly unlikely to advance, it’s still a concern of mine.

All in all, I’m surprisingly sensitive about the whole thing, so if you see me and notice it, I’d appreciate it if you let me know to repin my hair, or adjust my hat/bow to both keep my head from sunburn, and to keep people from staring at my already brightly colored eye-catching hair. (The dyes did not cause this… but it did show up after I began changing my hair to its more artsy, eye-catching appearance).

showimageMy friends, although hadn’t heard of this, have been very understanding and sympathetic, and I’m truly grateful, as I’ve been a mess of freaking out since discovering it. My hairdresser, Denay, was the first to notice it on Saturday, when I went in to add color, but she thought I already knew about it. I ended up talking to her about it after my meeting with my dermatologist, and she gave me some great ideas to run by him on how to keep it from being super apparent (bows, ribbons, styles, powders, and makeup… as my skin is really light where it hasn’t met the sun and my hair is almost black – with teal, blue and purple streaks).

 

If you have any stories you’d like to share, or any helpful information about Alopecia Areata, please feel free to comment!

A Deadly Walk – 3/27/2016

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Dreamer’s Note: So, I haven’t been recording my dreams lately (bad, I know), so this one is one that I wrote about a few months ago. The details are hazy so I’m just going off of what my half asleep past self was able to jot down.


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It was a brisk evening for a walk, but I didn’t mind. I followed the path in the park to where it curved around a large grassy area. I wasn’t really paying attention when a man stopped me. His expression was frantic, or maybe angry, but he gripped my left arm so tight that I gasped from both shock and pain while I struggled, to no avail, to get it free. With his free, left hand, he threw a wide punch at me, which I reflexively blocked with my right forearm (thank you karate lessons).

He froze for a moment with a dumbfounded look on his face, unsure what to do next, as he’d neimg_04.gifver been stopped this way before. Luckily, I was able to flip him onto his back, using his own grip on my arm against him and pulling his tall but average frame over my shoulder and onto the walking path. His grip slacked on my arm, clearly stunned from the maneuver and I dropped a knee into his chest and began punching.

With the adrenaline coursing through my veins, I wasn’t able to get an accurate read on exactly how long I was punching him, or exactly how little I was holding back. Eventually, the man stopped fighting back altogether. Weary it may have been a trap, or that maybe I had gone a hair too far, I slowly got off of my attacker and watched with relief as I saw his chest slowly rise and fall as his lungs filled with air.

Without thinking about it too much, I turned and ran down the path, the way I came from, fumbling for my cell phone to text the police. I didn’t even know the number I would need to text, so thinking better of it. I dialed 9-1-1.

DSCN1413.jpgI found a large gray electrical box to hide behind and I ducked out of site of the man, but not too far that I wasn’t able to see him if I had decided to peek my head around the box. When the operator answered, I whispered into my phone that I had just been attacked. “I was able to incapacitate the guy, but I’m afraid that when he gets up, he’ll be after me,” I didn’t dare speak any louder than a whisper, fearing that my now unconscious assailant might wake up and figure out where I was if I was too loud. I continued to explain to her that I was on campus and that I was hiding behind an electrical box looking thing near gate 14.

When the operator responded, it wasn’t at all what I had expected. She told me that she’d call it in, but she had to use the restroom first. Confused and frustrated, I told her to hurry, before hearing the click of the receiver and the line going dead.

I crouched with my back leaning against the cold metal box, not daring to peek around the corner to see if the man was still there. A few minutes felt like hours as they passed, and nobody walked down my path. Nobody was coming to my aid. Finally, a woman with curly red hair appeared down the path, near the gate marker 14. She was walking with a man and they were heading straight toward where I had knocked the guy unconscious. I wanted to warn them, to warn her, but I couldn’t muster the courage to move or speak.

nikita-at-gunpoint.pngI peeked around the corner to see if the man was still there, he was. Lying as still as when I left him, only his chest rising and falling. I let out a soft sigh of relief, but it was too soon. I saw the man begin to move and get up, and suddenly all the reluctance that had kept me frozen vanished. I sprinted toward the two of them, not even realizing that the man she had been with was nowhere in sight. When I got close enough to see and hear what was really happening, I stopped dead in the path. In my attacker’s hand sat a small revolver. He had it aimed at the woman, who was not at all defenseless while she aimed a pistol of her own at him. In a loud, commanding voice, she was shouting for him to drop his weapon.

I took a few small steps back, hoping none of them noticed me. As she shouted again, I saw the man she was with appear out of the bushes with a pair of handcuffs. He parroted the woman, telling the man to drop his weapon, and at this point, he finally does. He handcuffs the attacker and I wonder if these could be the 9-1-1 responders, even though they were wearing civilian street clothes. As the woman passed by me, I thanked her, and then she turned away from me and thanked another redheaded woman, who I hadn’t noticed, for being a decoy.

“How weird.” I thought to myself before waking up.

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Review #2 – Suicide Squad (2016)

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What is it?

SQ_banner.pngWarner Brother’s new movie based on DC Comics characters. Starring Will Smith as Will Smith, I mean Deadshot, Margot Robbie as Harley Quinn, and Jared Leto as some crime kingpin who calls himself the Joker… there are other characters, but these three get the most screen time.

 

The Good

Suicide-Squad-Team-Poster.jpgMargot Robbie did a great job portraying Harley Quinn. I loved how she did the role overall and the backstory was accurate to the character’s origin story. Fun Fact: Harley Quinn originally appeared in the TV show as a throw away character, as the studio wanted someone to pop out of a cake, however they thought it would be too weird for Joker to do it himself, even though he later did. However, due to such a positive fan reaction to her, she was brought back and later added to the comics. Even though she was not one of the earlier members of Suicide Squad, she did become one in the New 52.

Viola Davis did an amazing job playing Amanda Waller. I’m going to go out and say almost all of the acting in this movie was very good and it made for an incredibly immersive and enjoyable experience, as long as I didn’t think too hard about it, which I did…

I also want to commend them on the special effects. I thought they were fantastic and found myself smiling over the attention to detail here as well as their soundtrack selection.

 

The Not-So-Good

photo.jpgUhm, what kind of organized crime kingpin are you trying to pass off as Joker, seriously! After the credits rolled, one of my very first comments was “I didn’t like the Joker” (which is strange coming from the girl who has a water color print of the Joker hanging on her wall…

Okay, so let’s just give them a pass for… whatever that was, because we all know that the Joker is a sociopath, therefore making him incapable of empathy/love. However, it seems that this particular Joker didn’t get the memo, and instead decides to treat Harley Quinn as more of an equal rather than his pet.

Speaking of Harley, the main two complaints I had about her are 1. She was, again, too oversexualized. Yes, Margot Robbie is beautiful, but I really don’t need to be seeing her butt for 90% of her screen time.

While we’re talking about characters, I might as well mention what everyone is thinking. Will Smith as Deadshot? Come on! Really? I mean, he’s pretty committed to be Will Smith in every movie he does these days. I know he’s a recognizable name and all, but I’d prefer my Deadshot to have been, ya know, an actual badass. Instead I get “a brooding smart mouth with a sensitive side.” I’ve resolved myself to be forced to accept that this Deadshot is alright with making idle threats and is cool with lacking follow through.

Suglyquilt.jpegpeaking of follow through (kinda, not really, but I needed a  – not the motorized ones…) the movie was just so chopped up. Yes each scene was well put together, but it kinda felt like how I’d imagine my first quilt would look. A bunch of random beautiful fabric kinda pieced together a bit wonkily with some string that’s almost the right color. One of the main things that stuck out in my head was how Harley had two origin stories in the movie. Although yes, in the original lore, Joker visited her multiple times in the asylum, where she fell in love, but do you really need to give two very different ways for her to become Harley Quinn? Was that really necessary?

Before I rant and say too much, the story. Yeah, there’s no way I can talk too much on this without spoilers, so just know that it’s 1. Incredibly predictable. 2. Immensely choppy. 3. You really need to ignore some major moments of “well, this is just going to have to work ‘cause we need it to and we don’t have the money or creativity to do it differently…” ***SPOILER*** I’m talking like how the duck was the Temptress able to survive her heart being stabbed, repeatedly, and then go to her brother and be like “BROTHER… LEND ME YOUR STRENGTH” get more powerful than she was before, then not die when he dies!? Tell me how that makes sense, please! And also, Flag, do you really think we didn’t see you send that seal in to die!? Oh and speaking of that, where the duck was that two second timer bomb hiding that whole time!? I thought Temptress took it and would have like, hid it or something… that’s what I would have done if… oh gosh I need to stop or I’ll continue forever… ***END SPOILER***

Also, anyone who sees this movie as their introduction to Suicide Squad, Deadshot is not the leader, Flag is… Wanted to make that clear, ’cause the movie didn’t.

Final Thoughts

5Stars.jpgOverall, I’d give the movie a 5/10 star review. Even with all the crapiola that I didn’t care for in the movie, I was pretty buzzed through the beginning 30 minutes of exposition and Margot Robbie as Harley Quinn was a great choice. I’m also a decent fan of random action and pretty sets, so yeah, maybe a 6/10 but probably like a 5.

I’d recommend to watch it if you liked Man of Steel and Batman vs Superman. Otherwise, wait for your friend to buy it or rent it, and watch it then!

 

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