A couple of weeks ago I saw Jupiter Ascending and I fucking loved it. I’ve been flailing about it a lot on Tumblr, and will probably get a post together about why I loved it and what it did right (and a bit that it did wrong–looking at you, terrible Russian stereotypes), but that is not what I am asking right now. There have been some talk online about how Jupiter Ascending is not a sci fi, but a fairy tale wrapped in the cloak of a sci fi film.
Which, okay, when I read that, that makes sense. But I pose this question, then: what makes a sci fi film, then? Bear in mind, I am by no means and expert in sci fi or film. I like sci fi, and I like movies, but I’ve never really been super excited about either in that kind of no-holds-barred sort of way that fans tend to experience.
So if Jupiter Ascending, a movie very heavily based on the idea of futuristic aliens being able to grow humans and harvest their genetic material and turn it into a fountain of youth, a movie filled with aliens and space ships and cool pew-pew guns, if that’s not a sci fi film, then what is a science fiction film? Because I honestly do not seem much of a difference between Jupiter Ascending and Star Wars, a movie that is mostly a soap opera but with cool space ships and weird, yodeling dog aliens and laser beam swords.
Jupiter Ascending may be a retelling of a fairy tale–it certainly has lots of fairy tale elements and a Trial of Three plot structure–but I’m not sure if that disqualifies it from being a sci fi. And if it does, then what is a sci fi? What are a sci fi film’s qualifications? What makes a movie a sci fi?
I finished Gone Girl over the weekend. I have to admit, I was pleasantly surprised at it. Not to suggest that the book was at all pleasant–in fact, I think I enjoyed it mostly because it was so… terrifying? I guess terrifying is a good word for it. I’ll do a more coherent review about it later, but for now, let’s just leave it at that.
Anyway, with one official book marked off my list (my goal was to read 13 books in 2015, remember?) I was a bit at a loss at what to read next. A friend of mine told me that she’s reading Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen and told me that I would probably like it. Which is nice, because I already own the book–had owned it for years–and yet had never read it before.
Going through my bookshelves, I realized that I owned a lot of books I hadn’t read yet.
Anyway, since Northanger Abbey is pretty short (my version, which is in a collection of Austen’s works, is only about 110 pages long) it’s not going to take me long to read it, even with the kind of learning curve for the writing style. So, I’m going to post a list of all the books I already have. Let me know if you’ve read/heard about any of these, and let me know which one you think I ought to read next. 🙂
I’ve never been much into Romance. My taste definitely runs more to the thriller or the urban fantasy bent.
But Michelle at The Barenaked Critic is an avid reader of romance, and has been twisting my arm into the genre. On a weekend retreat, she brought a pile of romance books that she wanted to read, and curious, I picked one up. The summary looked interesting, and I have to admit, the fake girlfriend/boyfriend trope is one of my favorites in fanfiction, so I thought “Why not?” I’d try it.
In Michelle’s defense, she hadn’t read the novel. She just HAD it.
Only a few more episodes left until the end of Season 3A (the first story arc). Like the last two seasons, this episode marks the end of the “second act,” putting all our questions on the board so that (hopefully) they’ll all be answered in the third act.
And it’s another flashback episode. Whereas Frayed just made me grit my teeth, this episode was actually good. (Probably because they set it up as a frame story with unreliable narrators).
So, my friend Michelle and I came up with a rating system on how painful the Teen Wolf episodes are. I watch them first (because I have access to cable TV and she doesn’t), then give her a bit of a warning on how the episode was without spoiling anything for when she watches it the next day. We rate it with glasses of wine (as in, how many we needed to consume to numb the pain in order to get to the ending credits).
We are halfway through this story arc, and things are heating up. (Get it? Heating up? Yeah, I slay me). Even with the pain inducing, soul-clutching terror of the episode (I think I broke my friend’s hand squeezing it while we watched in utter horror at the things our beloved wolf-babies had to endure), ‘Motel California’ is probably my favorite episode thus far.
There is just so, so much that went right with this episode.