Literature review: Pacific Rim 2013

Pacific Rim 2013: Boom over Bang

Ahhh, Pacific rim. A classic case of massive michael bayish action scenes over quality. The plot centers around Raleigh Becket, an Ex Jaeger (Giant fighting robot) pilot who is a washed up construction worker helping to build a giant wall to keep giant aliens out of the cities that border the pacific. These giant aliens come from a portal in the pacific ocean that opens to another world, where smaller aliens have created ginormous monstrosities called Kaiju that somehow look like hellish amalgamations of earth animals. The film is accompanied by an allstar cast like Idris Elba who has a bleeding nose the entire time, Charlie Day as a scientist on 15 kilos of sugar,  and Ron Perlman as an alien body part collecting, opium den owning Hong Kong drug lord who really likes his shoes.

You would expect it to be a decent movie, as it is directed by Guillermo Del Toro, who has made very good movies like The Shape of Water and Hellboy. However this movie suffers a case of immense consistency and plot issues. At one moment a jaeger is completely submerged in the ocean, and the next it is standing, knee deep in the exact same spot. Was it lying down under the ocean floor, waiting for the Kaiju? Probably not. In the canon, the Aliens are supposed to have tried to conquer the planet in the past, but failed because there was not the right oxygen content in the atmosphere. That was, in the movie, 65 million years ago. So these aliens somehow waited 65 million years before attacking again, and didn’t die out or find a new planet to usurp in the meantime.

In contrast to the plot, the cinematography of the movie is very good. The special effects are on point and were way better than anything else at the time. The shots were good and weren’t randomly chucked around, a great mix of cinematics, frantic fighting bits and powerful character close ups. The world was well designed and even after watching the film a couple times I only picked up on 1 or 2 prop inconsistencies. Some set choices however were debatable, like the leader’s office pretty much just being a flooded room with a desk and no window. These small flaws can be cast aside though, as the entire film was a treat to the eyes of casual viewers and sci-fi nerds alike

The last point I will cover is the actors. This film was backed up by an all-star cast, Including but not limited to: Charlie Hunnam, Rinko Kikuchi, Idris Elba, Charlie Day and Ron Perlman. These actors did their best to try and lift the Movie off of the cheesy action film it was built on. Despite being dealt bad hands (or bad scripts) The actors pulled of very interesting characters that tied the story together and made it not feel like a rambling vat of mechs, aliens and cheesy one-liners. Idris Elba especially had some great moments of emotion which, being Idris Elba, he pulled off spectacularly. Ron Perlman, a favourite of Guillermo Del Toro’s was also in the film, playing a Kaiju body part selling one eyed gold capped shoe butterfly knife man? Whoever made that character, why?

Overall the film is largely decent, but with a number of flaws it just can’t pull itself away from. Between twists that obviously only exist to further the plot and lots of cliche the movie can’t seem to impress anyone other than  twelve year olds. It’s like a baby; loud and obnoxious, and it was only lovingly brought into this world by a couple of people. The fight scenes are good yet the human pieces are lacking in content. Surprisingly the film was not a flop, costing $180 million and making about $500 million. IGN 5/10, would watch again, but only once I’ve completely forgotten that plot.

10BP Do Now 4/9/18

Techniques used in mise en scene: Costume, Lighting, Composition, Setting, Makeup, Actors, Props, Decor

Explanation for Flashback: A short (or long) scene set prior in time to the main story that gives insight to characters and/or events

New chocolate room: Room B-57

The first thing that hits you as you open the heavy, slate grey door is the aroma. It wafts out of the room like an ocean tide, carrying with it the clean but poisonous stench of bleach, ammonia and other volatile chemicals. They tickle the inside of your nose, Soldiers on a mission to slay every last cell that can smell. The room itself is as bleak as a sheet of new paper. Vials and bottles of unpronounceable chemicals line the shelves along the walls, Liquid shades of emerald, ruby, and sapphire. Small ventilation ducts where the roof meet’s the walls are the only difference in the smooth, white tiled surface surrounding the room. They spray the small space with a cool, filtered breeze, keeping the room at a temperature that is somewhere between livable and uncomfortable. It is as if the rat-a-tat-tat of the fans suck most of the oxygen out of the air, turning an otherwise pleasant atmosphere near un-breathable. In the far corner, there is another door. An elevator door with crisscrossed wire mesh instead of a window. It was painted a sunny yellow and lined with twilight black chevrons. Behind it there is a large winch motor to lift the elevator, producing a cliché industrial hum.

 

Only one object in the room makes any other sounds, and it is the array of vials, beakers, and tubes on the central table. Tiny whizzes, bangs, and pops shoot out from the piece of equipment. This strange contraption is the only thing in the otherwise practical room that could remind you that you were, in fact, in the factory of the crazy Willy Wonka. It was a complex and seemingly impractical mess of tubes and burners, vaporizing chemicals before they traveled through glass tunnels, then combining with other agents to form new bubbling liquids. In some beakers, there were reactions going on, little chemical clouds bubbling up to the top. The entire thing took up nearly all the table, save for a small sink and some unlabeled beakers on the side. On the corner of the perfectly flat tabletop was a little piece of off-white paper. Written upon it were three visible words, drafted in a light, flowing scripture. MKUltra, combine and heat. The surrounding characters had faded over time and were unintelligible. You could almost make out what looked like a signature in the corner of the page. It seemed to spell “Mr. Wonka”.

 

Against the wall, opposite the door, was a rolling trolley. It was shiny and silver, like the moon in the night sky. On the trolley was a cooler box, similar to the ones that families would take to the beach in the summer. You open the white, bumpy case and an icy cloud wafts out, bringing back memories of cold winter mornings. Once the liquid nitrogen cloud cleared, you could see the box had two removable trays inside and both were full of small 500ml beakers. Each of the beakers had been filled to exactly 450ml’s with a strange green liquid, that swirled and writhed like it was alive. You raise your head to look out of the window above the box and find yourself staring out over a vast loading bay. The walls are a cold, stone grey, with the letter B stenciled in humongous yellow writing above the bay doors. Metal gantries criss-cross over the cavernous space. Below the window you look out of, there are long aisles of tall industrial shelving, Steel behemoths in the loading room. Sitting on the shelves are cooler boxes, identical to one beside you. On the room’s large floor, Oompa Loompa’s wander about like worker bee’s, moving to the shelves and picking up rough pallets of cooler boxes with small forklifts. These pallets are then loaded into the backs of the iconic Wonka factory trucks, wheeled bugs sitting in the loading bays, ready to transport Willy Wonka’s delicious and rich goods outside the massive rolling doors and onwards to confectionary lovers all over the world.

 

 

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Sentence challenges

Challenges:

  1. Em-dash √
  2. red, white, blue √
  3. Power start √
  4. ed start √
  5. one specific fact in every sentence √

The Tsardom had been overthrown. In Moscow people rejoiced in the streets. A boy, Ivan Sergeyev, stood in the street outside the Kremlin, throwing his arms back as the royal family was marched outside to be executed. Tattered were his clothes, but in the depths of his heart he knew that with communism–a belief preached by the peoples prophet Rasputin–he would no longer be dressed in rags. By this days events, The Roshina’s economy, infrastructure and government would be changed forever.

Five words: the garden is beautiful

Describing a walk thing-a-ma-bob:

The way they walked drew the eye to their feet, pointed outwards like a ballet dancer’s. Their stride was mature, but far from decrepit, like a child that has been exposed to the harsh reality of the world from a young age. Their posture drew the eye and reeked of import, arrogance and narcissism, strong and tall like the buildings of the surrounding concrete jungle.

Next word: ravishing: smell from kitchen in morning.

A waft of burning coconut oil glides through to my bedroom, inducing a craze of hunger. My stomach growls like an angry tiger and takes over my brain, pulling me out of bed and towards the kitchen. The godly discs sit on a stark white plate, glowing with heavenly radiance, ready to be feasted upon. The first thing that hits me is the bittersweet tickle of lemon juice running down my throat, followed by the tingling sensation of sugar and finally the wholesome taste of the pancake as I swallow my first bite. In seconds, my first serving is gone like a dream in the morning. The next is similar, but instead of the zest, it is a rough, spicy cinnamon flavour. I down three pancakes in my ravenous mood, before I sit back in my chair and let gluttonous guilt and rabid regret overcome me.

 

Land in the clouds

The steam-ship soared through the cloud layer, its double screws propelling it through the white wonderland.

“Pearl Harbour ahead, Five mikes, bearing one-five-nine”

“Maintain current course, all ahead one fifth” The Captain replied.

Captain Ulysses Sharma was a veteran of the American Navy, a grizzled old man whose prize and joy was his ship, the U.S.S Galapagos. She was a Strongarm class frigate, 4 vertical turbines and two Intake driven propellers for movement. She was light and fast, armed with 1 360* Broadside gun emplacement, and powered by a newfangled Nuclear reactor.

“Pearl Harbour in sight, sir,” Said the XO. “And damn is she pretty”

The Gigantic flying city of Pearl Harbour appeared out of the mist, like magic. The first thing the eye is drawn too are the gigantic turbines, each as large as a Venator class carrier. These mechanical monstrosities stop the city from falling from the sky. The metallic surface was covered in factories and supply depots and laced with roads. The next was the amassed American fleet, awaiting completion so they could head out and join the war over Europe. The U.S.S Vindicator, the Navy’s flagship sat in the middle of the city. She was massive, The biggest sky-ship in the world. She was a Venator class carrier, powered by 4 Nuclear reactors and lifted by four 25 meter in diameter uplift rotors.

layering a scene

The street is filled with the cacophony of war. Screams and gunfire reverberate around the squat mud-brick buildings. Some are gone, craters in their place. One building looms ahead, still standing among the piles of rubble. It’s small, rough window beckons you. You run towards it, hoping to find shelter from the raging combat. You reach the window and look inside, while bullets ping off the walls around you. It is a field hospital, full of screams and blood. Inside, under the window is a white sheet, like many of the other improvised body-bags. Five of the white coffins lie together, like resting sheep. However, one, in particular, catches your attention. It is smaller than the others, like a child. The stark white blanket is obscured in the middle by a macabre splotch of blood, fresh and crimson. Looking closer, you see that the patch is slowly growing, blood pumping out of the body and into the fabric. Small feet poke out of the bottom, fitted with tiny sandals. The body is of a child, It’s life slowly seeping out and saturating its cloth wrap. Fascinated by the body, you fail to notice the other two white-wrapped carcasses that have been added to the lineup by medical personnel.

 

 

Preposition writing

Over the water, looming like giants are steep mountains, laced with trees and shrubbery. Between the hills and the crystal surface are colorful houses, bustled together on the uneven surface like a flock of mountain sheep. From the bottom of the sea erupt bleak gray cliffs, a barrier against the ferocious tides. In the mountainside is the road, cut into the side of the surface at a seemingly impossible angle. Inside the town square, there is a market, cries of buyers and sellers wafting out of the arrayed stalls and into the cool sea air. Down from the center of the town winds a path, leading to the ocean. At the edge of the water are the people of the town, soaking in the sunshine and frolicking in the refreshing aqua. Along the coast from them is the marina, cluttered with luxury yachts and boats. Under the town square is a tunnel, a direct route to the beautiful caverns under the island. Above the scene, the glaring Mediterranean sun sits in the blue sky, casting its burning gaze over the bustling township like God himself.

Preposition

Preposition is a word that expresses relationships between people, places, and things. They help us to understand a time, way or positional connection between two or more things. Using them in your writing helps the reader to imagine your setting and how things move within that setting more effectively.

The Banned word challenge

  • Simile
  • Metaphor
  • Personification

Moon, Dark, Stars, Sleep, Bedtime, Pillow, Warmth, Netflix, Night, Quiet, Dark blue, Sky, Owl, Silhouette, Streetlight/Lamppost, Wolf, Scary, Monsters, Nightmare, Cold, Mischievous, Homework, Sunset, Cat, Woke, Black, — Banned word

The deep navy screen envelops the twilight, choking all light from the scene like water chokes a drowning sailor. small nocturnal animals screech towards the bright torches in the heavens. Cozy houses spew invisible towers of smoke into the damp outside air. The people’s houses protect their owners resting bodies, standing silently like the guards at Buckingham Palace. few get to appreciate the scene of twilight, but those who do remember it forever.