A New Motion Picture From the Creator of ‘Chernobyl’

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Craig Mazin, the writer, producer, and show runner of the hit shows Chernobyl and The Last Of Us who has proven his ability to shock, horrify, and unsettle even the most steadfast of viewers with stories of humans caught in circumstances that test them to the limits of their endurance, often with dreadful deaths along the way.

The podcast Scriptnotes is hosted by John August and Craig Mazin and is  heaven for scriptwriting and things interesting to scriptwriters. It actually covers much more than that. I have set aside any dreams of scriptwriting but still I am devoted to the podcast as a weekly dose of sanity in my ears.

For years Craig has mentioned obliquely a script he and a producer have been working on, a challenging one to crack its story and its voice. This week the man who gave us the technological terror of Soviet Nuclear design and the uncanny horror of fungal possession released the first look at his newest project.

Here is the trailer.

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Dedra & Syril: The Empire Mismatched Power Couple

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Antagonists and Villains are tricky characters to craft. Make them too simple in their motivations and action and they become cartoonish targets, forgettable and easily swept aside by the protagonists. Develop them too well and they become so sympathetic as to displace the actual protagonists as read and audience identification grows. A careful balance between evil goals and representing their full humanity is an ideal that is so rarely achieved.
But achieved it was with Andor’s Syril Karn and Dedra Meero, agents of Star Wars’ dread Galactic Empire, lethal opponents to the protagonists, but fully realized and capable human beings trapped by circumstance and their environments.

Syril Karn (Kyle Soller) begins the series as midgrade police officer working for corporate

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security, desperate to prove himself and with a fierce passion for law and order. Syril gives no indication that he has ever given any thought to the politics of the empire. Syril has a much more grounded view of life: there are rules and they are the only thing that keeps the chaos at bay. Rules must be enforced and rule breakers must be dragged into the light and subjected to the legal system for correction. His rigid view of the law and justice sets him on a course for tragedy when he cannot accept his superior’s plan to sweep the murder of two fellow corporate cops under the rug. Refusing to participate in a cover-up that would allow a lawbreaker, a murderer, to escape justice, Syril ignites a series of events that lead to riots, the Empire displacing the corporate security, and his collision with Dedra Meero.

Dedra Meero (Denise Gough), a sector chief for the feared Imperial Security Bureau, ISB, has an

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equally rigid but more political worldview than Syril. Taken from her criminal parent and raised in an Imperial ‘KinderBloc,’ Dedra is a true believer in the Empire. For her, it is not law that brings order to the galaxy but power and the Empire’s power must be unquestioned or there will be chaos. Laws and rules are, for Dedra, permeable, but only insofar as rule breaking advances and protects the Empire’s power to provide stability, peace, and security. Frustrated by a bureaucracy which keeps sector heads and Imperial departments quarreling and warring for resources, Dedra violates rules and protocols pursuing a growing rebellion that others either cannot or will not see. Cold, competent, ruthless, and intelligent, Dedra Meero represents the Empire’s best bet for killing the Rebel Alliance before it even forms beyond the odd terrorist attack or heist.

By the second season this pair have formed both a romantic and professional union. We aren’t shown the courtship, but with the series time jumps we are presented with the couple living together in the imperial capital. When Dedra puts Syril’s overbearing mother in her place, establishing the firm boundaries required to protect her partner, it is clear that Dedra truly cares for Syril. Later Dedra pulls Syril into an intelligence operation that when he learns its true scope and purpose rattles his steadfast resolve, providing their relationship’s tragic conclusion.
Syril isn’t an evil man, he’s a man with solid understandable belief in law and order, but who by temperament doesn’t look at the hand that wields the law for its own self-interested purposes. Dedra, unbothered by both genocide and torture, is evil. She engages in torture and terrorism, putting aside what qualms remain within her withered conscience to advance a system whose true nature is revealed with the annihilation of the Ghor. Her desire for order at any price finds that even genocide is not too high a price to pay. This devotion to power brings the eventual conflict which shatters Dedra’s relationship with Syril and his rigid moral code.
Andor presents the audience with Imperials that are true characters, that are people with complex inner lives and for whom the Empire is not a setting but an environment that shaped them and that they shape. This is writing at its best.

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The San Diego I knew and used in Outrageous Fortune

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My latest horror novel, Outrageous Fortune, is not the first time that my adopted hometown of San Diego, California has been used as a setting for one of my fictions, but it is the most extensive and all the other projects were short stories.

Part of the reason I used San Diego for the novel is because the principal location, the Kensington Theater is a fictionalized version of my favorite theater, the beloved Ken Cinema.

I came to San Diego in 1981 when I was assigned by the US Navy to the USS Bella Wood (LHA-3). At that time this city had a ton of movie theaters, from grand palaces like the Loma out in the Sport Arena area to the grindhouses downtown that played the most interesting exploitive fare 24 hours a day. However, the Ken, a part of the Landmark Chain, was quite special.

The theater was a revival house, played older films in double features that changed on a daily basis and arthouse and foreign films that played longer engagements. From its worn, hard seating, I watched a number of films that became favorites. A double feature of It Came from Outer Space and The Creature From the Black Lagoon, both presented in their original 3-D format. It was at the Ken that I was exposed to David Lynch with a double feature of Little Shop of Horrors(the non-musical original) with Eraserhead.

Such a beloved and treasured space made a natural setting for my story of cursed nitrate film and the ghost trapped in that celluloid.

In the forty-four years that I have lived in this city I have resided in a number of apartments and houses, nearly always with dear friends as roommates. Nearly every apartment that appears in Outrageous Fortune as a character’s home is located in a complex where I lived. These places are vivid in my memory as is Balboa Park — its trails, museums, and eateries — another aspect of my decades living in San Diego.

During 1984, the novel’s setting, I was already a performing member of the shadow cast that participated in the Rocky Horror Picture Show experience at the Ken every Saturday and Sunday. It was among that group of oddballs and misfits that I found a real community where I fitted in with them like they had been a family from which I had merely been absent and not one newly discovered. Once, at a breakfast/brunch with many of them, someone commented to Goldie that I was shy and she exclaimed quite loudly “Bob is shy?” I am quite shy around people I do not know and also in situations that are not a good fit for my personality, the people of the Rocky crowd were not that at all.

So, amid the death, the ghosts, the vengeance, and cultists murdering to advance their twisted and selfish goal, Outrageous Fortune contains love for cinema, for San Diego, and for the Ken Cinema.

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Wicked: The Jenga Tower of IP

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While I was unwell this past weekend and too dizzy for my usual activities, I sat in my large recliner and watched Wicked on Amazon Prime.

Now, Wicked, the 2024 film, is an adaptation of Wicked the Stage Musical, which itself was an adaptation of the 1995 novel Wicked, which was a retelling of the classic book The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, but reimagined with the “wicked witch” of the West as its protagonist.

I am not a great fan of musicals, though there are a few in my library of DVDs and Blu-rays, so I had no burning desire or need to rush out last year and see this in the theaters. That said, it made a perfectly fine way to pass the time as my head spun with some sort of sinus issues.

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The story centers on Elphaba, a young woman born with two very powerful traits: one, a wild magical ability that manifests when she is emotionally upset—not quite a wizarding Hulk but close—and the second, bright verdant skin. Scorned by her father for her complexion, though the suggestion that she is a bastard is slid into the story, it is not made explicit. Ridiculed by everyone, Elphaba develops into a withdrawn and defensive young woman played by Cynthia Erivo. (Personally, I found the overt and powerful prejudice towards Elphaba a little difficult to square in a land with such a variety of strange and unusual lifeforms as Oz possesses.)

Elphaba’s life is turned around when, escorting her younger and disabled sister Nessarose to Shiz University, her untrained magical talent is noticed by an instructor, Madame Morrible (Michelle Yeoh), and she is instantly enrolled and forced to room with the popular and utterly self-centered Galinda (Ariana Grande). The two women start off with a strong dislike towards each other but become friends. Elphaba comes to the attention of and is honored with an audience with The Wizard of Oz (Jeff Goldblum), where the two friends learn a terrible and life-changing truth about the land of Oz.

Wicked in all its iterations has a large and loyal fanbase, but I have never counted myself amongst them. Now, having seen the film, I can say that I liked it but did not love it.

The central performances are compelling enough, with Ariana Grande’s coming as a bit of a surprise to me. Pop stars and singers are often thrust into acting roles, and far too often they have neither the temperament nor the skills for nuanced acting performances. Some may think that because Galinda is a vain, self-centered, and not-too-bright woman, that it would be an easy role to play, but it is a truism that playing dumb is much more difficult than playing smart. Add to the challenge that all the characters, save Elphaba who anchors the production, play heightened and exaggerated versions of themselves, and Grande’s challenge is magnified.

Cynthia Erivo delivers another stunning performance both in her singing talents and in her acting ones. She is the emotional heart of the story, and if her performance doesn’t work for you, then the entire film will not either.

Wicked is colorful, over-the-top, and fun, but it is also, not barring that this is only half of the stage musical, overlong, with beats and songs that could be excised without any appreciable change to the film.

For example, when Prince Fiyero (Jonathan Bailey) convinces the student body to break the rules and visit the club “Oz Dust,” there is a substantial and elaborate number. The Prince is a “bad boy” and they are breaking the rules. However, nothing comes of the rule-breaking, not even when “caught” by Madame Morrible, as the plot needs to progress. What matters in the club is the beginning of Galinda’s and Elphaba’s friendship. The entire song and dance served no narrative purpose.

That said, even though the film is too long, it was fun to watch, and I do not feel that I wasted my time with Wicked.

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My Weekend, My Fears, and Rob Reiner

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I spent the weekend with a mysterious sinus condition that, while principally asymptomatic, left me with loss of appetite, light-headedness, and a touch of vertigo whenever I walked or stood or even sat up straight at my desk. This was nasty enough that I called in sick Monday and lost out on 2 hours of overtime. Luckily, the novel was done and I could coast being a waste in my easy chair while the issue ran its course.

I became aware of Rob Reiner’s death in bits and pieces over the course of a few hours on Sunday. First, tweets from the film side of my Twitter feed started posting RIPs and other acknowledgements of his passing. When they popped up, I noted them. It was sad to lose a talent such as his, but I had no particular reaction of concern—not because I was heartless or opposed him for some political or artistic stand, but because I tend to have no parasocial relationship with celebrities. The people we see on our screens are not who they truly are; it is their public face. Mourning, for me, is for those close to me personally and for the truly tragic.

Then more details began surfacing: Reiner and his wife had been murdered in their home.

Fear crept into my thoughts.

In these terribly heated, hateful, and charged political times, it was not at all beyond the realm of imagination that some demented, disturbed, and misguided individual had taken some form of revenge on perceived enemies. I posted nothing though, because early reports are the least reliable and it was always best to wait for more information.

Fear transmuted into sorrow when news emerged that the couple had been slaughtered by their adult son, whom the authorities then pursued and captured Monday. The murder became a terribly tragic affair that echoed the murder of performer Phil Hartman, also killed by a family member. Naturally, our egotistical and childish president could not resist making such a tragic event about himself, but fortunately he appears to be the exception and not the rule.

I came to Reiner as a director through his debut feature film, This Is Spinal Tap. Despite my indifference to heavy metal, I found the film fantastically funny and accessible. His next feature, The Sure Thing, though under-loved among his catalog, is another of my favorites and one I may watch this week both as tribute and as my holiday film.

Reiner was by far not a perfect director—the faults in The American President are Sorkin’s, not his, and the sexism in Sleepless in Seattle is mild but could have been easily avoided. When we paint traits for people with a wide racial or sex-based brush, it is nearly always an ‘-ism.’ (Hint: a movie that “no man gets” was written, produced, and directed by men.)

I have a number of Reiner films in my library, and in all our collections, he continues to live.

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Frankenstein’s ‘Red Shirt’ Problem

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Guillermo del Toro’s production of Frankenstein is glorious to behold, visually and thematically rich, stuffed with great actors giving generally great performances, it is everything you should expect from del Toro when he’s off the leash, given a budget that fits his vision.

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It also has a shortcoming in the adaptation department. Now, I have written several times that I harbor no sympathy for the creature in the original text. From its own lips it strikes me as a vain and murderous narcissist who easily self-justifies its acts of wanton violence. Going into this film I knew that the novel’s creature was not going to make an appearance. Del Toro’s long-time sympathy for all monsters made such an interpretation simply beyond the pale. But the more I consider the film the more I am struck by just how much he had to forcibly change to have the sympathetic character that he wanted to present.

In the original text the creation kills, directly or indirectly, several characters: Elizabeth, after her wedding to Victor; Henry Clerval, Victor’s close friend; William, Victor’s brother, a mere child in the text. The thing framed the nanny Justine for William’s murder, and she is lynched for the monster’s crime.

In del Toro’s Frankenstein, the creation kills no one who has a name. William’s death comes as collateral damage in combat with Victor, and even then, in this version, he’s an adult and complicit in the creation, his innocence greatly reduced. Elizabeth dies at Victor’s hand because there can be no subtlety in the theme that he is the real monster.

In its attack on the ice-locked ship, we hear that after the first encounter it killed ‘six men,’ and it may have killed more later, but these men are given no names, they are not characters to be mourned. When the captain tells his crew that the creature is free to leave, there is no word of protest that the murderer of their shipmates is escaping any and all justice. It is as if those men simply never existed because in terms of this film they never did. They were ‘red shirts’ there to die in service of showing that there was danger and to make for an exciting scene.

Taken on its own, this production is fantastic but it is best viewed with total amnesia to the source material.

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When Mixing Genres Use Care: Arctic Circle Season 4

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My sweetie-wife and I have now completed all the available seasons of the Finnish police procedural series Arctic Circle (Ivalo in Finland). The protagonist Nina in Season Three became the chief of the Ivalo police force and became entangled with a tech billionaire, his self-driving car company, and murders surrounding the launch of his newest product. That was a decent season and did not come off as a direct critique of any particular real-world billionaire with a self-driving car company.

Sadly, Season 4 proved more disappointing.

A comet is passing close to Earth, and a collection of international astronomers and scientists is gathering in Ivalo to study the object, but an American terrorist has also slipped past the watchful eyes of the FBI and escaped to the Lapland community. When the staff of a nursing home murders nearly all the residents, Nina discovers that a cult of Christian fanatics are in her town and they have a grand scheme based upon their twisted understanding of their splinter church’s teachings.

Now, just that would be a perfectly fine season-long arc. Nina has both professional and personal challenges—her formerly drug-abusing sister now a deeply committed Christian convert—and juggling being a professional and a new mother. But the series went off the rails when it introduced elements of the supernatural and made the religious beliefs reflect reality.

Characters get mysterious voices in their heads that actually are vital clues to solving the crimes. The comet, which we have been told visited the Earth about 2,000 years earlier and was the actual “Star of Bethlehem,” hangs in the sky and actually leads the police to the perps.

No, no, no.

Now, I have no issues with Christianity being real in the right sort of story. You can’t have The Exorcist without it. (As the sequels kind of prove.) The worldbuilding has to match the genre and style of story that is being told. True Detective successfully blends elements but also generally refrains from providing explicit answers.

Arctic Circle spent three seasons presenting grounded drama without any hints or suggestions of preternatural aspects to its worldbuilding. Trying to add them this late in an established setting is doomed to failure. You just can’t hand-wave Christ and Holy Signs into the story with literal, if subtle, divine intervention as a deus ex machina in the final episode. When you do that, you break the reality of the worldbuilding.

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The HBO Series About SpaceX has RUD’d on the Pad.

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For those who haven’t been following—and that includes me—HBO had been in development on a dramatized limited series depicting Elon Musk and the founding and eventual success of his rocket company, SpaceX. Earlier this week, news broke that the series won’t happen and the rights to the biography from which some of the source material was drawn have reverted to the author. The series has suffered an RUD. (The ironic term SpaceX developed for when a rocket explodes instead of flying: Rapid Unplanned Disassembly.)

This news has disappointed many of SpaceX’s devoted fans, but I’m not sure such a series, at this time, would likely have been all that great. Don’t get me wrong—I think what SpaceX has achieved and demonstrated, the flight and recovery of orbital-capable boosters, is probably the most important development in aerospace since the jet engine. It’s the dramatized series itself that I doubt. I have a few reasons why I suspect it would have been difficult to pull off a truly great show.

1) We do not have enough historical distance.

Elon Musk, SpaceX, and the challenging rockets being developed are happening right now. They are not history; they are very current events. To tell such a story well, I think it’s important that enough time passes for the passions, partisanships, and preconceptions of those deeply involved to either fade or mellow.

2) Musk is still a very politically active agent.

Musk may or may not be the richest man in the world—stock fluctuations apparently change that title quite quickly—and he is reportedly thin-skinned. It would be quite difficult to make an honest dramatization of him and his nature at this time. No man is a saint, nor is any man entirely a devil; the best stories deal with people who are visibly a mix of the two. Whether Musk himself turned an unfriendly spotlight on the show if made to “look bad,” or whether those still angry over his DOGE activities thrashed the program for presenting him in too positive a light while entangled in today’s political passions, it’s doubtful any studio would have let the story unfold without heavy interference.

3) Whose Story Is It?

A story is about character and the changes and transformations characters evolve through over the course of their crisis. The most likely character for that treatment in a SpaceX story would have been Elon Musk himself, but that lands us even more solidly in the troubles of point 2. If your plot is compelling enough, you can dial back on character growth, but that requires a very clear, dramatic plot. Apollo 13’s Jim Lovell doesn’t really change over the course of the crisis, but the plot is blindingly clear: get home alive—simple and overwhelmingly dramatic. “Can we get a rocket to fly and land?” is not as dramatic, no matter the technical and engineering challenges. Without a central dramatic challenge, you need a strong character arc, so I ask again: whose story is it?

In the end, I think the “died in development” outcome for this proposed show is probably, at this time, the right outcome.

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Final Revisions and Themes Are in Sight

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My gay, 80s, cinephile ghostly horror novel is now rounding the corner and racing down the stretch as I work on the final revisions hurtling towards the climax.

This has been a very interesting voyage on the writing ship. My first novel written without a guiding outline, my first period novel — albeit a period I lived in and in locations I knew quite well — and a novel that is sounding more and more literary as I grapple with the themes that organically emerged from the crisis and the characters.

The poor thing has had an identity crisis as I struggled to find a suitable title for my creation, but unlike Victor Frakenstein, I did eventually give it a name, Outrageous Fortune. Now, Shakespeare was not in my head when I started writing the text. Very little was in my head aside from certain aspects and things I wanted to play with as a writer, ghosts and a cursed motion picture film on dangerous nitrate stock, but when one of the characters announced that she was unwilling to suffer ‘the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune’ I knew I had stumbled across the title.

Thematically, my gay horror novel has delved into an existential question about morality in a cold and indifferent universe. If reality has no intrinsic morality — show me the particle that carries the ‘good’ or ‘justice’ between elements of matter — then the only morality that exists is the morality we conjure by our actions and our thoughts. But if we perceive a moral quality to our actions then that becomes something we cannot un-perceive and it is the knowledge of the meaning we have prescribed upon an indifferent universe that binds us.

Outrageous Fortune is quite unique among the novels I have written, the most thematically complex and with the most explicit sex scene of my writing history, only time will tell if I can find a market for it.

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Movie Review: Wake Up Dead Man

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Wake Up Dead Man, the third Knives Out mystery, opened to a limited theatrical release on Thanksgiving, the day my sweetie-wife and I saw it, and will be available on Netflix, the service that produced the project, on December 12th.

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Daniel Craig once again stars as Benoit Blanc, a private detective noted for solving perplexing and intricate cases of murder. Blanc has been drawn to a small New York town where the local Catholic priest, Jefferson Wicks (Josh Brolin), was murdered, with suspicion falling on the parish’s junior priest, Jud Duplenticy (Josh O’Connor), whose troubled past—which includes a short, fiery temper and killing a man during a boxing match.

As is standard for murder mysteries of this sort, there is a large cast of characters all with seeming motive to murder Wicks, despite at one time being devoted to him. Being a Knives Out mystery, the case is stacked with notable names all thoroughly enjoying themselves.

I enjoyed the movie, felt it clipped along at a decent pace, but my sweetie-wife felt there were moments in the middle where it slowed too far and that it could have been cut. The story does present a number of reversals where you believe a solution has been presented and then that answer is demolished. Perhaps one of those false resolutions could have been removed without damaging the film, but if so, this is a very minor fault in the production.

It is a shame that Netflix won the bidding war 5 years ago after Knives Out surpassed $300 million at the box office and thus required that the sequels be primarily streaming affairs with brief—too brief—runs in actual theaters. Wake Up Dead Man, unlike Glass Onion, is much more of a traditional murder mystery and doesn’t engage in a restart of the story halfway through the run time like Onion did. (Do not get me wrong, I loved Glass Onion, but I don’t feel it’s really all that much of a mystery as it is Johnson having fun playing with the tropes of a sequel.)

If you get the chance to see Wake Up Dead Man in the theater, take it; otherwise, it will make a fine evening’s viewing at home on Netflix starting December 12.

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