Monday, May 18, 2009

Made-for-film book

Jane Austen and Seth Grahame-Smith, Pride and Prejudice and Zombies (Philadelphia: Quirk Books, 2009).

This zombified rehash turned out to be exactly what I expected. It was a great read primarily because Austen's original is a great read. The new jokes were amusing, but not particularly funny, and tiresome by the end. Seth Grahame-Smith's best contribution is his stomach-churning descriptions of attacks by the "unmentionables," Charlotte's bodily decay, and Elizabeth's slaughter of her unfortunate enemies: "The ninja dropped to the floor - his innards spilling from the slit faster than he could stuff them back in. Elizabeth sheathed her sword, knelt behind him, and strangled him to death with his own large bowel." At a few points the language was strong enough to make me squeamish about my lunch.

I imagine that Grahame-Smith took on the endeavour of writing this book in the hopes that a large studio would option the film rights. His creative interpretation of a novel that continues to be wildly popular just begs to be put on the silver screen. The zombie slayings, as well as Lizzie's duel with Lady Catherine de Bourgh, deliver all the action of a summer blockbuster. And what hardcore P&P fan would not want to see the Bennet sisters lifting their petticoats in order to violently take out their opponents, undead or alive? While the print adaptation has a mechanical, fill-in-the-blank quality, cinema would bring it to life.  


Saturday, May 2, 2009

Scott is in the details

Bryan Lee O'Malley, Scott Pilgrim vs. the Universe (Vol. 5) (Oni Press, 2008)

Okay, I have to stop it with the corny post titles but this one was so apropos I couldn't resist. I love the Scott Pilgrim series (and not just because my old band wrote the song that inspired the guy who created the comic). What I really love about it is its ability to overcome its cultural profile. There are other art works that do this - those books or movies or songs that aren't pioneering, but are so strong that they win our hearts. 

Weezer was like this. Just a pop-rock band, four white guys from LA, no new stories to tell. But note-perfect (at least their first two albums). And Scott Pilgrim is like this. The story features an indie-rock-style protagonist, in his twenties, mediocre band, McJob, totally self-absorbed, meets cute girl. O'Malley's not blazing any trails here. But his execution is what sets the series apart. Everything  - from the story (a superhero/video game metaphor for emotional baggage), to the mannerisms of the characters, to the illustrations - are so sincerely and lovingly rendered. Examples: O' Malley's footnote stating that dollar amounts are Canadian currency. Scott's silent, knuckle-biting reaction to Ramona's off-hand remark that she doesn't like his band. And I have a crush on the producer of the Sex Bob-omb album, but he wouldn't like me because (1) he's gay, and (2) he's an asshole. But it's futile to describe what makes this comic lovely; its strong suits are better seen than explained.