Saturday, February 25, 2012

Act of Valor

As many of you know, I harbor a deep love and appreciation for our armed forces, most notably for the USMC, or the Marine Corps. Not far behind on my list are the men who make up the SEAL teams, the special forces of the Navy. In that vein, then, I present my film review for Act of Valor, the stars of which are active duty Navy SEALs.


That link is to the trailer that aired on the Superbowl this January for a film unlike anything seen before. What an experience! The on-screen missions, while some of the exact details were made up, are based on real ones; the weapons and tactics are all real. Watching was not enough, and I wanted to go and recreate some of the scenarios myself. No more will I look at a truck without wondering if there is an armed SEAL team waiting in the back, and I now know that there is nothing that cannot be dropped from the sky. Every time the tide turned in the favor of America, I felt a swell of Pride; pride that though I am not a man of the uniform, I am American like them. When an enemy fell to the rifles of the team, I felt a surge of triumph that there was one less threat to our people's safety.

Yet mixed with that triumph was regret that a life was lost. The technology and weaponry displayed in the film was lethal, and so swift that it truly brought home to me the reality that we could die any second from a suicide bomber or a house raid. A man standing outside a compound died before he knew what hit him, and the vests worn by the jihadists kill everything in their path. And our lives could end just as suddenly and swiftly. That reality is what I took away, along with a newfound respect for what it is that all of our active duty service members go through. I may still wish to join them, but I will be far more mindful of the decision as well as it's effects on a future wife and children. The final scene almost moved me to tears, and it was not through sappy emotion, but power and connection.

But you didn't come here for my ruminations on a movie, but for facts about it. So here are the actual specifics of the film. Obviously, in a movie about SEALs and terrorists, there will be violence, and it is for that and language that the film is given its R rating. That said, the violence is more realistic, and thus there is less of it. In another violent movie such as Expendables or the MI films, said violence is more stylized and graphic (exaggerated for the sake of attempted realism). That is not to say that it is not graphic; indeed, it is one of the most graphic I have seen, but in a good way. The language is wholly realistic, and in situations like the ones portrayed, I would have a hard time keeping hold of my tongue. The movie is meant to be realistic in every way possible, and does so very well. Because the film is played by soldiers, there was less emotional conveyance by the men than if the roles had been played by career actors, but that would have defeated the purpose of the movie, so do not expect any award-winning performances. Cinematography was excellent if somewhat frenetic, but again, that is the purpose of the film. The frequent use of the helmet-cam familiar to Call of Duty players can be a bit jarring at first, but adds to the realism. The storyline was admittedly generic: terrorists are stopped in one plan, but it is found that there is a serious threat to the US, and SEAL team 7 is sent to stop the attacks. Simple enough to follow, complex enough to watch the plot develop. That said, the story did seem to drag at portions, and the almost nonstop action got somewhat old after a while, though a new portion would retake my attention at frequent intervals.
Though imperfect, this film was, in my opinion, a success. Accurate, poignant, and jarring, I would recommend Act of Valor to anyone with a firm composition and a strong stomach.

We dedicate this film... to all those going downrange in the future. Damn few.

Posting Problems

Gah... I'm sorry about the lack of writing; that big post fell through due to an unhelpful collaborator, so here I am, post-less.

So, this time, to hold me accountable, I want you readers to tell me what to post about. Anything you want, I will write about. Bunny rabbits, rabid dogs, dogfights, it's your choice.

Let me know!

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Upcoming (Very detailed) Post

OK, so for those of you who actually read this blog, you will have noticed that I have not been posting. I have many and varied excuses, but I won't waste your time with them, save this one: I am working on something BIG. My next post will be... well very in-depth among other things. It will not be up until after the March for Life, because a collaborator and I will be working on it then. Stay tuned!

Saturday, December 10, 2011

A Man and Poetry

People might look at a man reading poetry and call him a love-struck fool, because why on earth would any self-respecting man with any self confidence read poetry unless he was trying to impress a woman? Even worse are those boys who write poetry; those people who waste so much time trying to rhyme every line of every verse, hoping that someday, a girl will be impressed.

I would now ask this of any boy: are you telling me that Eminem or Fort Minor are love-struck fools? That G.K. Chesterton or J.R.R. Tolkien waste their time? I have no patience for trying to write poetry myself, but I am a huge fan of "epic poetry" as I call it, or verses that portray an aspect of life in a forceful way. I'm going to post the first few lines or stanzas of some of my favorite pieces with a link following each so you can read the whole poem at your pleasure. Comment and tell me your favorite poems, or post your own in the comment section. Enjoy these tidbits:

White founts falling in the Courts of the sun,
And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run;
There is laughter like the fountains in that face of all men feared,
It stirs the forest darkness, the darkness of his beard;
It curls the blood-red crescent, the crescent of his lips;
For the inmost sea of all the earth is shaken with his ships.
They have dared the white republics up the capes of Italy,
They have dashed the Adriatic round the Lion of the Sea,
And the Pope has cast his arms abroad for agony and loss,
And called the kings of Christendom for swords about the Cross.
The cold queen of England is looking in the glass;
The shadow of the Valois is yawning at the Mass;
From evening isles fantastical rings faint the Spanish gun,
And the Lord upon the Golden Horn is laughing in the sun.

This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain:
"Send not your foolish and feeble; send me your strong and your sane --
Strong for the red rage of battle; sane for I harry them sore;
Send me men girt for the combat, men who are grit to the core;
Swift as the panther in triumph, fierce as the bear in defeat,
Sired of a bulldog parent, steeled in the furnace heat.
Send me the best of your breeding, lend me your chosen ones;
Them will I take to my bosom, them will I call my sons;
Them will I gild with my treasure, them will I glut with my meat;
But the others -- the misfits, the failures -- I trample under my feet.
Dissolute, damned and despairful, crippled and palsied and slain,
Ye would send me the spawn of your gutters -- Go! take back your spawn again.

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night --
Ten to make and the match to win --
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An hour to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
Or the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"

I highly encourage you all (the boys especially) to read the rest of these poems; they may be long, but it's worth it.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Happy Thanksgiving!

I may grumble about being dragged away from Michigan to go and visit my cousin's house for a week every Thanksgiving, but as soon as I get there, I forget most of what's going on at home. A tradition between my uncle and I has been to rent a shooting video game (Quantum of Solace this year), and try to kill each other for hours on end (and yes, I always kick his butt), as well as a tramp in the woods that comes down to me shouting at my sisters and cousins to keep up as I set the pace. Thanksgiving dinner will be amazing again this year, and we have a homemade apple and cranberry pie for desert... life really can't get much better this year. Comment and tell me your family's Thanksgiving traditions, and your favorite part of the holiday. Enjoy your Turkey, and have a happy Thanksgiving!

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Coming soon...

OK, I know that I haven't posted for a while, but an upcoming post is going to make up for it. On November 11th of this year, a game launched that changed the way that the industry will make games forever. I am talking of course about the new Elder Scrolls game, Skyrim. I would argue that this game is the beginning of serious A.I. technology because the game rewrites itself as you play, making up story lines based on how your character individually plays the game; in essence, no two players will experience exactly the same game. I will be playing the game soon (my computer can't handle it yet), and when I do, I will post a detailed review with pictures and videos, and all sorts of fun stuff. Hang in there!

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

In the spirit of Halloween...

Having just read a rather creepy article on Cracked.com, I now give you the urban legends of our time that are completely true. Enjoy.
1. The feeling of being watched.
You all know the feeling. You're alone in your house, and suddenly, you just feel like someone is there. You can ignore it and rationalize it all you want, but it doesn't go away. The creepy part is that sometimes... you may actually be being watched. A man had this happen several times, and so, when he went to work, he set up cameras in the style of Paranormal. He then watched the tapes when he came home, and had the scare of his life. Nothing for a while, then a surprise. A woman walked out of his pantry, did some things around the house, and went back into the pantry, and did not come out again... the pantry that was literally inches from where he sat watching the video. A quick search discovered her, and he found that apparently she had been in the house for over a year, eating and showering while he was at work.
2. The body in the hotel bed.
An often-cited story that winds up at every campfire party. A couple rents a hotel room, and it smells funny, but they don't want to complain about it, so they just sleep and change the sheets the next morning. What they find is a tangle of rotting flesh, bones, and clothes under the mattress. This actually happens more than you might expect; a motel mattress is a great place to hide your dead body if you think about it.
3. The man-eating escalator.
Sure, we've all feared that machine of metal that carries our lazy rear ends to the next level when we were little, but we're mature enough to know that it's an irrational fear, right? Wrong. The contraptions known as escalators thirst for human blood. No joke. On several occasions, shoelaces have been caught in the joints and crevices, and people have bent to get them out. I can't stress this next part enough: do not, on any account, try to get them out with your hands unless you want a few less fingers. Escalators have minds of their own, and will not hesitate to rip your fingers from your hand. To quote a nationally-certified escalator safety manager: "It's unbelievable what an escalator can do to human flesh."
People have died by strangulation as well when their hoods are caught in the system. People have lost pieces of feet, toes, and hands to these things. Maybe a ski lift made from chainsaws will be next.

So, now that I've made you wince at least once, happy Halloween!