My dear readers, I can hardly believe it’s already been another year. On this day back in 2011, I made my first post on a newly born blog – today, Korsgaard’s Commentary turns 4.
I wouldn’t have believed making those first few bashful postings that Korsgaard’s Commentary would be going on and going strong years later. I’m proud to say those years have seen both myself, my writing style and the site improve in quality. I’m prouder still to see that the audience reading them has grown along with them, and to all of my readers, both you humble newcomers, and those of you who have stuck around from various points over the last four years, I want to thank each and every one of you. A writer is nothing without his readers after all.
I’m sure by now that Matthew W. Quinn needs no introduction to my more faithful readers, given the many times I’ve discussed and recommended his work before. For those of you who do however, or for those who’ve taken a liking to his work as much as I have, his latest offering cannot be missed.
Flashing Steel, Flashing Fire: Ten Tales of Valor and Imagination by Matthew W. Quinn is exactly what is sounds like, an anthology of both Quinn’s previously published short stories and a handful of original works as well. These stories include:
Coil Gun – Previously reviewed here, and included as the cover story of an issue of Digital Science Fiction, the story follows the outbreak of World War III between the United States and the rival Afrikaner Confederation, as nukes fly and space-based kinetic bombardment rains from the sky, and we get a front row seat to both side’s visions to Armageddon.
Lord Giovanni’s Daughter – A hardboiled sword-and-sandals adventure story in the style of Robert E. Howard that sees a rogue by the name of John Fiore hired to infiltrate the palace of a powerful Naga prince to rescue the titular Lord Giovanni’s daughter from their serpentine clutches. Some creative twists with genre tropes and some tense action make this a highlight of the anthology, and hopefully not the last time we see Quinn dabble in such fare.
Nicor – A creature-future set in medieval Scandinavia where a young Dane on his first reaving along with a longboat of his kinsmen go toe-to-toe with a vicious bog beast. One part monster movie, one part medieval adventure tale, Nicor is a solid saga in the view your humble Nordic narrator’s opinion, especially given his knowledge and detailing of Norse culture in the story (among others, not calling them Vikings).
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times – at least that is the case at the multiplex this week, where a pair of recent releases provides an interesting case of cinematic contrast-and-compare. On one hand, you have the latest bog-standard Transformers movie, Michael Bay phoning it in as usual, with the most daring thing the movie does is sexualize a seventeen year old. On the other hand, you have Snowpiercer, a critically hailed sci-fi satire that has critics’ abuzz and international audiences swooning. The former was the first movie of 2014 to make over $100 million in its opening weekend, the latter barely got a studio release, and this review will hopefully showcase why this is such a crime.
For the uninitiated or uninformed, Snowpiercer is a South Korean science fiction film from director Bong Joon-ho, whom a few cinephiles or monster movie junkies might recognize as the man behind The Host. Initially, Snowpiercer began to draw attention for many of the same signatures – the intriguing premise and strong satirical bent being two – but also for being aimed squarely at Western markets, ranging from a leading cast mostly of recognizable Hollywood actors like Chris Evans or Tilda Swinton, being shot mostly in English, and even being based off of a long-running French comic book. Snowpiercer had high aspirations, to be the first truly globalized blockbuster, and overseas, it succeeded, making a mint at the box office and earning rave reviews at several film festivals.
Unfortunately, here in the America, it ran into a massive obstacle by the name of Harvey Weinstein, whose company bought the US distribution rights, and has since resulted in one of the most talked about instances of studio interference of the last several years. Beginning with his desire to cut 25 minutes from the movie and add voiceovers proving deeply controversial – mostly because his reasons for doing so was “Americans are too stupid for this movie” – resulting in a storm of negative press and director Bong Joon-ho refusing to allow the cuts, it finally culminated in Weinstein releasing the uncut movie as spitefully as he could: with next to no marketing, an extremely brief release period begun with a release date against Transformers 4, before being sent to video-on-demand later this month. With hype behind it, and that much opposition against it, how could I not buy a ticket for a ride on this railroaded spectacle?
So does the movie have the momentum to be a genuine thrill ride, or was this derailed crazy train already going off the rails? All aboard my dear readers, and join me as I see if this locomotion lives up to all the commotion – this is my review of Snowpiercer.
On a Sarajevo street corner one hundred years ago, in the blink of an eye and two gunshots, the entire world was changed forever. An Austrian Archduke was dead by an assassin’s bullet, and he would be the first of millions to die in what would become the bloody opening act of the modern era.
Today my dear readers, marks the centennial anniversary of the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria and his wife by Serbian nationalist Gavrilo Princip, and the following diplomatic crisis that would result in the beginning of World War I a month later.
It’s beginning to look like the NFL is going to have to play a game of political football before season’s kickoff this fall. The recurring controversy of the Washington Redskins chosen team name is back in the news again, this time because of a recent announcement by the US Patent and Trademark office to cancel the Redskins trademark. While some have hailed this is a decisive victory for supporters of a name change – though I’d be quick to point out this has happened before and nothing changed – all it seems to have successful done at the moment is to reignite one of the sports world’s nastiest debates.
The ongoing debate over whether or not the Redskins need to change their name due to offensive connotations that the term “redskins” has toward Native Americans is an old one, with the earliest calls coming way back in the heyday of the team’s golden age back in the 1980s, and has popped up every several years since then. Supporters of changing the name claim that the Redskin label is a racial slur, while supporters of the team name claim the name as an homage to Native Americans. Politically, it has become a popular example in issues as diverse as lingering racist influence in American culture to the overreach and ridiculousness of political correctness. By and large however, though lines have been drawn, arguments and debates given, and very little has changed.
Of course, that’s because I haven’t given my opinion on the matter yet.
Now, in the interest of full disclosure, I’ll admit that I’m indifferent to the issue for the most part. As a Denver Broncos fan, unless Houyhnhnms take issue with our team name, I’ve got no dog in this fight. I feel there are far more important issues to deal with regarding the Native American community – more on that in a bit though. Plus, as a team, the Washington Redskins have far bigger concerns than what to call themselves.
With that out-of-the-way, let me begin by saying that I understand where both sides are coming from. I understand why one side feels it’s an offensive and outdated label, and why the other side feels that it’s a misguided overreach. That said, both sides need to take a look at the larger issue and the wider paradigm.
I’m just going to cut right to the chase my dear readers – since I began reviewing movies in 2010 (has it really been that long?) How to Train Your Dragon remains perhaps the best movie I’ve seen during that period. It’s easily in my top ten favorite films of all time, and I’m far from the only one, with it being one of the most critically acclaimed animated films of all time, and offering something to love for every viewer. I could gush about the movie for hours, so needless to say, I’ve been looking forward to the sequel, How to Train Your Dragon 2.
Sequels are hard enough without the original film being a masterpiece, but if there’s one thing Dreamworks has proven in past efforts, it’s that they can make fantastic follow-ups, which is certainly more than we can say of Pixar at his point. With much of the original cast and production crew back from the first film, with How to Train Your Dragon 2‘s major changes coming in the form of co-director Dean DeBlois taking full duties this time, and the addition of Cate Blanchett, Kitt Harington and Djimon Hounsou to the cast. Toss on a series of trailers that only turned the fires into a blaze, and How to Train Your Dragon 2 has the makings of a blockbuster, and hopefully, a sequel that does justice to the original.
So do we have another high-flying and hearty adventure with Hiccup and Toothless, or for the franchise will this just prove to be a toothless hiccup? Here there be dragons my dear readers, so take to the skies with me as I review How to Train Your Dragon 2.
Discounting continued discussions surrounding the long-rumored and entirely unwanted remake of the original film, it’s been a really good time to be a fan of The Crow. The classic original graphic novel has its 25th Anniversary this year, while the classic movie based on it had its 20th Anniversary last month. A score of top-notch Crow miniseries have been released over the last couple years by IDW comics, taking the titular guiding spirit of vengeance on adventures from a near-future cyberpunk Tokyo where illegal medical experiments and Japanese mythology intermingle, aiding a murdered concentration camp inmate to strike fear into the heart of the Third Reich, to helping a detective solve the case of a murdered little girl. We’re even expecting the first series both written and drawn by Crow creator James O’Barr, The Crow Engines of Despair, to hit the stands soon. All in all, it’s a really good time to be a fan of The Crow.
That’s not to say though that it’s been without some less exciting moments, again, the remake notwithstanding. Specifically, I’m referring to the latest Crow miniseries by IDW Comics, The Crow Pestilence, whose four-issue run has proven to be the first dud in the ongoing line of solid Crow comics.
Written by novelist Frank Bill, the story follows a Mexican boxer named Salvador double crosses one of the cartels, who kill Salvador, along with his wife and young son. Revived by the Crow, Salvador begins hunting down the cartels in a quest for both revenge and repentance. While I haven’t read any of his other work, Bill’s work here is a complete mess, and the comic suffers as a result.