Incoherent Thoughts on Akira; or, Pissing on my Biscuits

8 Jan

For many, Katsuhiro Otomo’s Akira will have been their first exposure to Japanese animation, especially if they grew up in the 80s or 90s. Even now, almost 24 years after the film’s original release in Japan, it’s considered one of the most epic and beautiful films to have come from Japan, and it’s inspired just as many writers, directors and animators as it has confused those attempting to understand its complex plot. The reason Akira‘s plot is so complex is that Otomo attempted to condense his 6 volume, 2182 page manga (which originally ran in Japan’s Young Magazine for 8 years from 1982 until 1990) into a feature length film, meaning it runs for just over two hours, drops many of the manga’s important sub-plots, and draws mainly from the first 3 volumes – although this is in part due to the manga not having been completed when the film was in production. Akira in its manga and anime form is considered a landmark; the drawing style in the manga, manor of storytelling and stupidly complex plot was something unheard of at the time, and the film revolutionised Japanese film-making and proved anime to be a legitimate and enjoyable form of storytelling (as an example, because most scenes took place at night, some of the colours used in the anime’s painstakingly hand-drawn cells had to be created especially for the film – most animes that came before Akira were set in the day time, or in bright rooms to save the animators work or hassle) to foreign audiences.

Guys, just squint. It's totally Neo-Manhattan. Totally.

Guys, just squint. It's totally Neo-Manhattan. Totally.

Can you tell that I really, really love Katsuhiro Otomo’s Akira?

Fanboy wank aside, Akira is in no way perfect. Not by a long shot. Like I said, it’s a bitch to understand, it’s over two hours long, and the manga is a fucking epic piece of work in itself. Don’t try and tell me that it’s easy to read because it’s a picture book. I will slap you upside the goddamn head. Akira is riddled with mistakes, and its fanbase is rabid. A bunch of mental, rabid lunatics. It’s fine for me to say that though, as I am one of those mental, rabid lunatics. I love Akira. I still remember the first time I saw it, and even though I didn’t know what was going on, I fucking loved it. As I got older and watched it more, I started to understand it – just a little though, it’s a pretty difficult film to get your head round. Akira – set in Neo-Tokyo in 2019 – tells the story of Shotaro Kaneda, leader of the biker gang the Capsules (he’s the one with the pill on his jacket and the cool bike), and his best pal Tetsuo Shima. One fine night, while picking a fight with rival biker gang the Clowns, Tetsuo crashes into a wee green midget with superpowers and gets his ass hauled off by the military to be experimented on. Kaneda doesn’t put up with shit like that, so he gets on his bike and tries to save Tetsuo from his uncertain fate. Unbeknownst to Kaneda, Tetsuo has acquired superpowers akin to the god-like Akira, a wee boy who accidentally blew up Tokyo 31 years before the story started. Tetsuo decides that he doesn’t need saved, goes a touch mental and decides to hunt down Akira for a showdown of epic proportions (destroying everything in his way), and Kaneda’s not cool with that, so in turn, he goes after Tetsuo to get his own epic showdown on. It makes you laugh, makes you cry, and although I make it sound like Tetsuo’s the film’s antagonist, he really isn’t. It’s got more themes than I’ve had hot dinners (cyberpunk, how the world will rebuild and regrow after a nuclear holocaust, corruption, the will to power and idolatry to name but a few) and is just generally good fun and fucking cool.

I would be surprised if you hadn’t noticed how much I love Akira by now. So you might not be entirely surprised to learn that I wasn’t particularly pleased with the announcement of Warner Brother’s live action remake/re-imagining that was slated for a 2013 released.

I just wanted to take this opportunity to show you how cool Kaneda's bike is. That is all.

I just wanted to take this opportunity to show you how cool Kaneda's bike is. That is all.

Talks first began in 2002, and everything got worse from there. Gary Whitta (Book of Eli, Undying) was originally set to write the screenplay. Later, we learned Mark Fergus and Hawk Ostby (Children of Men, Cowboys and Aliens) would be helping Whitta in this mighty task. We heard Leonardo Di Caprio would be in it, Joseph Gordon Levitt, that Keanu Reeves would be Kaneda (then 11 days later, we heard otherwise); we heard Helena Bonham Carter had taken the part of Lady Miyako, that amongst others James McAvoy, Andrew Garfield, Paul Dano and Michael Pitt would audition for the part of Tetsuo and that Ken Wanatabe will play The Colonel. But worst of all, we heard the plot.

This live action remake/re-imagining/whatever of Akira is set to be a two parter, the first part of the film focusing on volumes 1-3 of Otomo’s manga, and the 2nd part to focus on volumes 4-6. This is good. This would mean that the film would, if done right, be a comprehensive and complete translation to screen of the original manga, unlike the ’88 film. What are the chances of it being done right, though? By the looks of things – minimal.

Not long back, some bright spark noticed this post on Acting Auditions which gave away a bit of the film’s plot:

Kaneda (Garrett Hedlund) is a bar owner in Neo-Manhattan who is stunned when his brother, Tetsuo, is abducted by government agents led by The Colonel.

Desperate to get his brother back, Kaneda agrees to join with Ky Reed (Kristen Stewart) and her underground movement who are intent on revealing to the world what truly happened to New York City thirty years ago when it was destroyed. Kaneda believes their theories to be ludicrous but after finding his brother again, is shocked when he displays telekinetic powers.

Ky believes Tetsuo is headed to release a young boy, Akira, who has taken control of Tetsuo’s mind. Kaneda clashes with The Colonel’s troops on his way to stop Tetsuo from releasing Akira but arrives too late. Akira soon emerges from his prison courtesy of Tetsuo as Kaneda races in to save his brother before Akira once again destroys Manhattan island, as he did thirty years ago.

Which… doesn’t sound too bad. Ok, so Kirsten Stewart’s (apparently) going to be in it, and they’ve made Kaneda and Tetsuo brothers, and they’ve set it in Manhattan after some manor of attack, so it will inevitably have something to do with 9-11, because FUCK YOU WE MADE THIS FILM IN THE LAND OF THE FREE AND WE ARE ‘MURRICANS AND WE HATE TERRORISTS, etc., and most of the actors will invariably be white, but…I mean…it could be…be worse. Couldn’t it?

What really fucks me off, and why I really don’t want Akira made is that Warner Brothers are pissing on my biscuits, figuratively speaking. Imagine, if you will, that I love biscuits (which I do), and that I want to continue enjoying the same lovely biscuits I’ve been eating for years. Warner Brothers want to piss on those biscuits. They want to piss all over my lovely biscuits. They want to change the movie that I love, and I don’t want that, because I really don’t like change – especially change that looks like it’s going to be for the worse. They want to take Akira out of Japan, they want to fill it with Caucasian Americans, they want to cast KRISTEN “FUCKING FACE LIKE A SKELPED ARSE” STEWART. They’ll make Kaneda into a James Dean Rebel Without a Cause wannabe, they’ll turn Tetuso into the villain when he’s really just a kid overwhelmed by power; they’ll make Kai eye candy, or even worse, KRISTEN STEWART. They want to fuck with something I love, and if I could be assured that this wouldn’t be such a mess, I might not be so skeptical. But Americanizing foreign films is something that has rarely, if ever, gone right, and I don’t want to see a film I love being associated with such a massive piece of steaming dog shite.

But, thank the Gods, the film has been put on hold. For now, we are safe.

For now.

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Spoilers for the worst plot twist that has ever been committed to video games, literature or film.

1 Dec

(Again, spoilers for Bionic Commando (2009) ahead, but since it’s an atrocious piece of shite, I’d urge you not to play it unless your love of bad video games borders on the masochistic, like mine. Even then, I was awestruck by the magnitude of its shiteness.)

This is Nathan “Rad” Spencer, protagonist in Grin’s 2009 “re-imagining” of the classic NES title Bionic Commando:

I'm not sure if you know this, but I hate Bionic Commando. It's an awful game. The guy who does Nathan's voice acting is a fucking halfwit and it controls like...like...like I have no simile that conveys just how awful this game is. It is fucking awful. And this plot twist...? Oh, sweet merciful Cthullu, it fucking sucks.

Hi Nathan

Nathan’s a bionic – a man with a radical artificial limb. Nathan’s bionic is basically a fancy claw attached to a bit of rope. He can fire the claw into things and swing about, or pull stuff off walls and that. It would be comparable to Spider-Man’s webbing, because they basically act in the same way, except Nathan’s bionic arm has a total disregard for the laws of Physics.

This is his wife, Emily:

Look, it saws "catalyst" in the background. OH FUCK ME IT'S FORESHADOWING, LADS. FORE-FUCKING-SHADOWING.

Hi Nathan's wife.

Nathan is a bit pissy, because he’s been in jail for ages and he can’t find his wife, but he knows his superiors are aware of where Emily is. So while he’s swinging and falling and becoming an irradiated puddle on his quest to kill Hitler or whatever the plot of this game is, Nathan will occasionally stand on a roof, raise his muscular fists like antennas to heaven and shout “WHERE ARE YOU EMILY I LOVE YOU I WILL FIND YOU AAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGST” like he’s living in a Linkin Park music video.

So, we piss about in Ascension City after it’s been nuked or some shite, pimpslap Hitler (or his pal, it might be his pal) with our claw hand and occasionally whinging about Emily, and we get to the end of Bionic Commando. The very last bit. The final boss fight (which, incidentally, is a fucking QTE and a total gyp). We stride up to the final boss, and this happens (don’t worry, you only have to watch between 4.04 and 5.30):

Just in case you didn’t catch it, we find out that Emily, Nathan’s wife, has been with him the entire time he’s been swinging about and pimpslapping and flinging bitches. She’s been with him the whole time – the entire time - because…

NATHAN’S ARM IS HIS WIFE.

HIS WIFE BECAME HIS ARM.

THEY NEEDED SOMEONE WHO ACTUALLY LIKED NATHAN TO DIE SO THAT THEY COULD BECOME HIS ARM BECAUSE THAT’S HOW BIONICS WORK SO NATHAN’S WIFE BECAME HIS FUCKING ARM. BECAUSE IT NEEDED A FUCKING SOUL OR SOMETHING.

NATHAN’S ARM. IS HIS WIFE.

ARRRRRRRRRRRGH.

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Alternative Character Interpretation…with PETA!

17 Nov

Kirby is a murderous little pink shit.

Kirby, the cute little pink marshmallow that floats around Dream Land is a violent, carnivorous, murdering little bastard and HAL Laboratory should be utterly ashamed of his existence. He is so powerful that he can defeat creatures that apparently are powerful to take down worlds, and what does he do with this power? Does he use it for good? No! He goes on genocidal rampages, marching through the countryside, killing and subsequently digesting everything that stands in his way. As if that wasn’t bad enough, Kirby eventually developed the ability to consume one of these innocent creatures and steal its very soul in order to use the poor thing’s powers while on his disgraceful journey. Kirby is such a hideous beast that all it takes for him to go on one of these rampages where he kills hundreds, thousands maybe even millions of poor, defenseless Waddle Dees and Waddle Doos is the misplacement of one single, solitary piece of strawberry shortcake! I bet those Waddle Dees and Waddle Doos are endangered by now! PROTECT THE WADDLE DEE! SAVE THE WADDLE DOO! KILL THAT BASTARD KIRBY AND MOUNT HIM ON YOUR WALL ABOVE YOUR FUCKING FIREPLACE! PROTECT THE WADDLE! PROTECT THE WADDLE!

Also, HE HAS NO THUMBS BUT HE CAN HOLD A PARASOL! HE’S UNNATURAL! HE’S THE DEVIL!

Obviously, I don’t think Kirby is Satan. That would be fairly mental. If you’ve ever played any of the Kirby games, you’ll probably know that Kirby is more likely to have an eating disorder than to be a near omnipotent beast that even gods fear. Plus, he’s Kirby, for God’s sake. He’d never intentionally harm anyone – he’s just too adorable and innocent. All he wants to do is save Dream Land and eat cake. What I was trying to show in the above paragraph (although I’m wary of just how successful I was) is that it’s dead easy to wrongly interpret something and come off looking like a total headcase.

If you’ve been following the various press adventures of PETA recently (of course you have; you always keep up to date on what that bunch of ragtags and miscreants are up to), you’ll know that they recently went fucking mental over the latest game in the Super Mario series, Super Mario Land 3D, and not because it looks like a tonne of fun, but because they believe Mario encourages kids to wear fur. You see, in Mario games, you can find power-ups that give you cool and often very handy powers that will greatly aid your progression in the game. One of these power-ups is called the Tanooki Suit, and it allows Mario to fly, and transform into a statue. PETA decided that this meant Mario was psychopathic eejit who hunted down, skinned and wore Tanookis, and Nintendo deserved a slap on the wrists for this. It’s not a new power-up to the series, but PETA really rather enjoy media attention, so it’s likely they’ve been saving this one for just the right moment – when there’s a big lull in their press coverage.

What I enjoy most about this image is the frankly obscene amount of blood they've strewn left right and center, which makes it look more like a modern Ninja Gaiden game than anything else.

What I enjoy most about this image is the frankly obscene amount of blood they've strewn left right and center, which makes it look more like a modern Ninja Gaiden game than anything else.

It should be absolutely no surprise to you that I harbor an intense amount of hate towards PETA (which I’ve mentioned before), and reading the article about this farce on Kotaku made me want to punch someone in the face. PETA have tried shit like this before – what immediately springs to mind is their “Your Mommy Kills Animals” campaign, which was, for lack of a better phrase, fucking idiotic – but I think this is one of the few times where they’ve actually realised that they were being fucking morons and tried to pass the whole thing off as a joke, which in the beginning, this most certainly was not.

Let’s have a wee look at what a Tanooki is. A Tanooki (also spelled Tanuki), according to every student’s bible, Wikipedia, is a small, raccoon-like animal from Japan, known as the Japanese raccoon dog. While it is a real animal, the Tanooki that the Super Mario series is referring to is the Tanuki of folklore – a mischievous and jolly Japanese raccoon dog who can shapeshift, has a tubby belly and massive bollocks (which we can be forever thankful Nintendo decided to omit from the Tanooki suit’s design). So, how Mario gets the Tanooki suit can be easily explained – the Tanooki shapeshifts into a suit for him to use and grants him its powers. I doubt highly that he catches and skins a Tanooki, in the same way I’m pretty certain he doesn’t catch and skin a penguin to use the Penguin Suit, or murder and climb inside the still-warm corpse of a frog to use the Frog Suit. Actually, when I think about it, I shouldn’t have to explain it at all. It’s a video game aimed at kids, not to be taken seriously in the least. In that case, want to know how Mario got the Tanooki suit? Wizards. A wizard did it. There we go.

PETA also had the great idea of making a flash game for the occasion in which you play a skinned Tanooki who is chasing after Mario in order to retrieve his skin. Apart from the game looking like a rejected level from Splatterhouse, being picky about when it decides to register the player pressing buttons and the game sometimes outright refusing to acknowledge that you’ve landed on the ground, thus giving it controls almost as bad as some of the shite you find in the very depths of Newgrounds, if it were a real Tanooki, it’s likely that the pain it would be in from having been skinned and its exposed muscle would render it unable to chase Mario. Oh, and if you scroll right to the bottom of that page, there’s a lovely wee picture of some skinned Tanookis lying in a pool of bloody. How fucking delightful.

It’s not like PETA have anything better to do, you know? Like trying to convert everyone to veganism using their own special brand of militant stupidity, or playing Super Tofu Boy. Or,  I don’t know, actually doing something worthwhile to get into the press for once? Regardless, I’ve heard about as much shite as I can take about PETA this year. I think I’m going to have to start trying to ignore it from now on, which will be a hell of a lot harder than it sounds…

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Pardon My French

7 Oct

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To the 1300 people who have found my blog in their search for NZT-48:

19 Jul

FOR FUCK’S SAKE, IT’S NOT REAL AND I DON’T FUCKING HAVE ANY. NZT-48 IS A FICTIONAL DRUG FROM A FILM. FICTIONAL.

Thank you,

Have a nice day.

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