World War Z – The Movie

First off, I gotta say, I saw the tweet about the dashboard, but I didn’t fully expect it to look like this. It’s nice.

Second, this will be the first in two posts. I’m currently waiting for the book. Any subsequent posts would probably deal with zombies as a whole or something. But don’t count on it.

Wow, so, World War Z. If you’ve been living under a rock for the past few months, it’s been one of the biggest, and probably “most controversial” films coming out this year. I say biggest because I’m pretty sure that so far, it’s got one of the largest budgets of 2013. I’m sure we’ll see some that surpass $200 million. But it’s also big, and this is where the “controversial” comes in, because it’s based off a book. A book that is supposed to have been very, very, very hard to translate into a movie because of how it’s written.

Not to throw any spoilers, but from what little I know about this mysterious book (my dad has it, okay, he’s half-way through it), it’s written as interviews from different people. And I also know that it doesn’t follow the story very well — probably because it’s written as different interviews from around the world. Sometimes, though, you gotta push through and do it anyway. I can name several successful books to movies and some not so successful, but that’d be for another post in and of itself.

Onto the movie!

WWZ Tweet 1

I know, I know, I’m sharing something I tweeted, how conceited can I get? But I think it also serves to point out some majors things: I think Brad Pitt is an okay actor, and I don’t see the appeal; and both zombies/horror fall under the “NO THANKS’ category. I hadn’t watched Zombieland until a few years ago – after I graduated high school. I stopped watching less than ten minutes into the Walking Dead because I am not one for the zombie genre at all (I have seen other episodes and I’m planning on watching from the beginning).

I, as the person I am, do not like this media. I’m just not one for it. So why did I see World War Z? I’ll tell you why: because I wanted to. It looked interesting and I decided that I’d just watch it. It also has Mireille Enos in it, our favorite leading lady from the Killing. The best part, too, is that I was sitting by myself. No one wanted to sit in the front of the theater, I haven’t a clue as to why.

So I walked into the theater expecting a lot of gore, a lot of jumping because BOOM, there’s one of those fucking zombies RIGHT THERE NOW, and a lot of “It’s not real, it’ll be okay.” I walked out feeling emotionally drained because I wanted more. I’m not sure what more they could’ve added, but I was disappointed it was only two hours. Only!

I mean, yeah, there’s some mushy stuff with Brad Pitt’s family and him saving an Israeli soldier, but I wanted to know more about the zombies. I wanted to know more about how the zombies came about, how civilization dealt with the zombies after the “cure” was released, and literally everything. I guess they could do a prequel and a sequel or something, but I don’t think it’d do any good.

The effects were awesome, the story-line was something we’d seen before, I’m pretty sure the acting was fine, and the zombies were pretty cool. Cool as in “I would not wish to have those type of zombies about in case of a zombie apocalypse.” Look, just because I don’t study them doesn’t mean I can’t say I’m pretty sure that if they make any noises other than the low, grumbly “hrrungh” noise, they’re not a good type of zombie — and neither is any that only shambles when it’s “dormant.” No, I wouldn’t want to be in a zombie apocalypse. No, I wouldn’t want to have to infect myself with deadly diseases so I could survive. But I’ll gladly watch World War Z again, even if it technically sucks. Even though the story-line is supposed to be far off from the book itself. I, surprisingly, liked it.

I loved the zombie make-up. I liked how as they reanimated, their teeth changed to better allow for some of the noises they made and “You’re gonna be infected *chomps*”;  I give props to the make-up artist, you did a fantastic job. It was scary without it clearly having to be rotten.

The story-line. Oh, the story-line. I’m pretty sure there’s another Brad Pitt film out there somewhere with the same basis — man has family, something happens to world, family put in danger, family almost separated (plot twist! they aren’t this time! THIS IS HUGE, EVERYONE CAPITALIZE ON THIS IDEA NOW), family and man arrive in safe place, man blackmailed into doing something, man goes on world saving adventure, man saves world, happy reunion. And of course, we were hoping the family would be reunited, otherwise, what kind of people would we be? But it’s just overdone. Sometimes, I’d like to see the family get eaten, as horrible as that is. Not this time, though, because Mireille Enos. No one gets to beat her up. No one.

I have no basis for acting. There’s just good acting and then there’s “Well, that guy sucked” acting. So this was good acting.

So, after a long, boring ramble, here’s what I’m saying: see it, even if it’s just to see it. I think it’s a nice change from any of those other silly, pop-out, gore filled movies where everybody is violently torn apart because human flesh is best flesh. I think we could see more films similar to World War Z, if a little less cheesy, and a little more origin filled but that’s just me.


Sometimes I Question the People Who Are “Representing” Me

Sorry, I haven’t posted recently. For the past few weeks, the thought of getting on my laptop just wore me out. I did give the idea of re-downloading the WordPress app a try, but… I honestly didn’t like the app the first time (why else would I uninstall it if I didn’t like it?).

So today’s thought coincides with a lot of stuff I’ve been seeing on my twitter feed. Now, I just want to say, again, I’m not exactly one for politics and I’m not one for getting into matters that deal with other people being angry and confronting someone who has a differing opinion. It’s not just who I am as a person. But I feel like in a sea of millions of women, I need to make myself heard on this particular issue:

The gaming community, the sexism in video games, and the damsel in distress trope.

I am not an anti-feminist. I am not looking to go backwards in all of this wonderful progress we, as women, have made. I support my sisters and I’m proud to be a woman. But that doesn’t mean I agree with some things that they want changed. Why? I’m not sure, but there’s some stuff I’m okay with that I feel we don’t necessarily have to dote on. (Also be prepared for language.)

Like the gamer community. I consider myself a gamer. I consider myself to be part of this community, even though, yeah, there are some twats who are complete assholes to anything with a vagina. But do you know how many of those people I meet? I meet like two. A year. And you know where those are? The forums of whatever game I’m playing. You wanna know something else? Most of the time, when I see “Guy In Real Life”, it’s a joke. I even perpetuate the joke; maybe I shouldn’t, but I do.  Because it’s a joke.

Anyone who says “Oh, you shouldn’t be treated that way!” is wrong. You want equality, so getting screamed at by my raid leader or someone for something I did wrong is okay. Being called a “retarded piece of shit” because I accidentally hit the wrong button? Not because I’m a woman, but because I made a mistake and that person is an idiot who I will soon put on ignore. The female gamer community is thriving. We have and we always will. The problem isn’t the guys, it’s the girls who do the sexy poses whilst licking console controllers. Like, seriously, that right there is why nerds are all excited over us playing.

I’m saying, stop calling gamers horrible people. You are including the very people you’re trying to protect in that accusation.

One big thing I see in the “ALL VIDEO GAMES ARE SEXIST” department is the armor of female characters. Yeah, I’d love to see my warrior covered up. I really think that if I’m playing a warrior or a paladin, I’m not gonna be in a plate bikini. That’s retarded; I would be dead in seconds if I wore that in a time period where I had to fight unless I was a barbarian. Barbarians are always naked, so clearly, that’s okay. But that’s the excuse I hear every time someone complains about armor in games — what about cloth wearers, eh? What about our magi, our priests, our warlocks, necromancers, casters of all sorts? They tend to be in revealing dress, no one complains about them. I wonder why that is? It must be because if you’re wearing cloth, you’re clearly going to be in the back of the fight. You aren’t going to get hit. And truth to be told, there’s still a fair amount of games where cloth wearers are covered up. That’s why I enjoy the World of Warcraft transmog system: I can go in and change whatever piece of armor I’m currently wearing to look like another of the same armor type. I can choose to look like a sexy priest or I could look like a nun (no, literally, a nun, it’d just be brown instead of black). I can transmog my plate wearer’s armor to be this head to toe beast of destruction and just look super badass swinging my sword. We have options. And the only game developers who seem to have decided that every female character has big boobs and is scantily clad are somehow Asian. Take your fight to them.

Now the damsel in distress trope. Ah, yes. My favorite and I’m sure your favorite, too.

I feel like feminists have decided that if there’s a damsel in distress in a game or a movie or something, it’s going to undo everything they’ve worked for — which it won’t. Like, seriously, people. You’re not going to die just because Princess Peach has gotten herself kidnapped by Bowser. You won’t die just because Princess Whoever in the next Disney film is going to get rescued. I mean, seriously. You will not die because of this trope. I guarantee you that. Stop getting so pissy over it. It is alright of our daughters, our nieces, our sisters to want to be a pretty princess and in need of rescue. It’s okay to say “Hey, guys, here’s this game I want you to play where you have to rescue this woman!” It will not kill us to feel feminine and pretty and like there’s glitter and unicorns and rainbows pouring out of our vaginas.  It’s okay to want be rescued sometimes. Maybe it isn’t because we’re locked in a tower, maybe we just need help sometimes. And it doesn’t have to be your romantic partner doing the rescuing; maybe it’s your best friend, who’s a girl, who saves you in the nick of time from jumping somewhere you don’t wanna be. It’s okay.

What I do, however, dislike about the Damsel/Princess crap is maybe what irks most feminists. It’s the “needy” girl. The girl who has to have a man in her life to be able to live. That’s not okay. So before your daughter is about ten, sit her down and tell her that she is a strong independent black woman and she don’t need no man. She’ll do fine on her own. But keep in mind: you, as a parent, should help your daughter realize that she’s strong, intelligent, and beautiful and that she really does not need to rely on anybody but herself.

That being said, ladies, all in all, I really think you need to stop worrying about the gamer community and games. You need to be worrying about the employees of the corporations who create games. I believe it’s Sony that’s the big one with the issues via women? I don’t remember, but it was something like that.

And just to reinforce this opinion I have feminists: seriously, you sometimes make me feel being a woman is bad because I’m not supposed to be “girly”. You need to stop. Twirling in pink tutus while throwing confetti everwhere is perfectly okay and if it’s gonna spite you, I will show up to a convention and do just that. Get ready for the rain, muthafuckas.

*Again, this is out of character for me to post this. I am stating my views and I’m trying to be as coherent and nice and stuff as possible. That being said, that last part with the rain is a joke. If you take issue with that after this warning, you’re a stick in the mud.