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sovay ([personal profile] sovay) wrote2017-08-10 06:30 am
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All we did is survive

And now for something completely different: a movie that's still playing in theaters as we speak. I didn't manage to get it written up in July, but the movie I dashed out to catch after writing up Way Out West (1930) was Christopher Nolan's Dunkirk (2017). The Somerville not only has a 70 mm print and the Philips Norelco DP70s to screen it on, it has David the projectionist who learned his trade on the format and handles it beautifully, so I figured I would not have a better chance to see it however Nolan intended. His films have a very mixed track record with me, so I was not sure what to expect.

The very short version: while I did not love the film as I had hoped I would, I don't think it fails its history and I liked it. It's visually striking, elegantly structured, and often curiously, intentionally anti-epic even while it's staging cast-of-thousands setpieces with a sweeping, elemental approach to historical fact. It's a war movie in which the first event on the fabled beach of Dunkirk is a combat-stunned young Tommy, thin, dark-haired, looking like a scarecrow in the heavy folds of his uniform greatcoat and whatever kit survived his scrambling, lucky escape from enemy fire in the falling city, wandering around the dunes looking for a place to take a shit because he damn near just had it scared out of him and instead finds another equally young, equally silent soldier burying a corpse, one cold, crusted foot just poking out of the sand. So he can't actually use that dune as a latrine because you don't crap on graves, especially not when you suspect they belong to other people's mates; he rebuckles his trousers and goes to help with the burial. That's a whole cross-section of a war in a few wordless minutes, black-humored, elegiac, still heart-hammering adrenaline from the soldier's race through deserted streets inhabited only by the eerie snowfall of propaganda fliers and machine-gun fire out of nowhere, splattering the men he was running alongside a moment ago. His name is Tommy, although neither my mother nor I picked that up until the credits; he's played by Fionn Whitehead in his screen debut and except for a few key scenes he is almost, like several other roles in this film, a silent part, anchoring the story with his wiry body and his dark-freckled, truculent face. Because he's one of our metonyms for the stranded soldiers of the British Expeditionary Force, it would have been easy to cast him pretty, innocent. He has the vulnerability of extreme youth, but he's also a little feral, something of a scrounger—a clever bit player, maybe, in a different kind of war film. This one shifts him and his fellow extras to center stage, displacing the more familiar heroism of steadfast warriors or brilliant strategists. The closest we get to the former are Tom Hardy's Farrier and Jack Lowden's Collins, Spitfire pilots aloft for one crucial hour to provide air cover for the most exposed phase of the evacuation; the closest we get to the latter is Kenneth Branagh's Commander Bolton, the tireless, anxious pier-master with a host of unenviable decisions to make. The much-mythologized decency of the ordinary Briton is represented by Mark Rylance's Dawson, the mildly spoken, cardigan-wearing civilian whose motor yacht the Moonstone is one of the shallow-draft "little ships" that can get safely to the beach where destroyers would founder, but even he has odd cracks and ripples that come late to light. The most important thing about the film, I think, whatever its faults, is that it recognizes the violence and the chaos and the terror and the failure without capsizing into grimdark or overcompensating into triumphalism. The ships did come. They never should have had to, but they did. And that was the end of the phony war and just the beginning of the real one.

I love the temporal structure, which runs three narratives at once with different time frames. "The Mole" is a week, "The Sea" is a day, "The Air" is an hour; each embodies a different element and the fourth is waiting. All three are linear in themselves, but intercut to refracting effect, so that we observe the same actions from multiple perspectives—and anything is fair game for this kind of reexamination, including apparently random background details—and sometimes, depending on the scale on which the internal chronology is playing out, see the results before the causes. "The Sea" discovers its first signs of war mid-Channel, when the Moonstone comes across the upturned hull of a big ship floating in a halo of its own oil and bodies. The only survivor is a man in British uniform crouched on the creaking metal and dragged bodily aboard when he can't manage the swim; he is played by Cillian Murphy and credited only as the "shivering soldier," a sea-numbed, shell-shocked wreck with salt-washed cuts on his face and a thousand-yard stare under his stiff, wet shock of dark hair. "He's not himself," Dawson explains gently: neither his tall, sure-footed son nor the glory-stricken kid who leapt impulsively to join them have seen this side of a war before. The stranger shakes with more than cold, can barely speak, won't go below because he remembers the water pouring in through the walls. "He may never be himself again." When we meet him again in "The Mole," for a moment he's hardly recognizable because time has rewound a day and a night and he has nothing to shiver about yet, standing dry and composed and in command of himself and others in the prow of a rowboat filled with soldiers rescued from an aborted evacuation attempt—a torpedoed destroyer. Tommy was aboard it, along with his mate from the dunes and a third young soldier they picked up in the sinking of a hospital ship; now two of them are in the water. They are refused when they try to climb into the boat. Not enough room. Too much risk. "You have to stay calm," the officer with the familiar, not-twitching face says, pleasant and inflexible. "Float here, save your strength—we'll come back for you." Here's your heroic figure, looking after the men in his care and trusting military discipline to take care of the rest, graceful and understated as John Mills; here's the oblivious brass with no idea of what he's asking the twice-sunk rank and file to endure. Furious, Tommy's companion who just fought his way out of a drowning wardroom thick with the bodies of soldiers and would-be saviors shouts at the other man, "Wait till you get torpedoed, then tell us to be calm!" The kid doesn't know his own prophecy, but we saw the officer's future when we met him, we know that's exactly what will happen and it will leave him even more helpless and dangerous than the men he left bobbing in the dark water—panicky terror and combat reflexes are a bad combination and they will hurt, with horrible inevitability, the character with the fewest defenses against them. As far as I'm concerned the cross-cutting of time justifies itself right there, but it's also used to echo visual and verbal motifs, illustrate the difference between observing an event and living through it, and in one extraordinary moment, by overlaying dialogue from "The Sea" onto an action sequence in "The Air," it almost seems to recall a character from the dead.

If you're getting the idea of a lot of formal conceits in the same hundred and six minutes, I can't disabuse you—for a blockbuster, Dunkirk is impressively abstract. The Germans are barely glimpsed onscreen, present most anthropomorphically as Messerschmitts or Heinkels in the aerial scenes and otherwise as sudden, strafing bullets and the concussion of bombs; the effect, however, is not the dehumanization of the enemy so much as a diffusion of danger into everything, sea, sky, stones, hulls, at any second it could all erupt. There's almost nothing in the way of tactics, troop movements, the big picture. We know the French First Army are holding the line against the German advance, but their valiant, tightening circle exists only in tense conversation and the mind's eye; we don't know the decisions being made at Whitehall, only the orders that filter down to Bolton and the even terser interpretations received by Tommy and his companions. The minute Dawson and his tiny crew shove off from the docks at Weymouth Harbour, their intelligence of the war shrinks to their personal observations and whatever they can glean from the survivors they meet—the shivering soldier, the Spitfire pilot they save from a failed ditching. If you come into this film with prior knowledge of the events of May 26 through June 4 of 1940, good for you, but I'm not sure how much it will teach you about Operation Dynamo if you don't. Nolan's handling of his characters is equally stripped-down. None of them talk very much. None of them have much in the way of personal history. Even among the main cast, either they don't have names, or we don't learn their names until the credits, or by the time we learn someone's name it's the least important thing about them. Beats that would occasion a groundswell of strings in another movie here take place almost in ellipsis—blink in the third act and you'll miss the moment when the shivering soldier stops being a hazard to himself and others and melds, however briefly, into the rescue effort, one more pair of hands hauling in the men salvaged like himself from the sea. With the personal details pared down, the ways in which the cast are standing in for various perspectives, attitudes, or demographics become conspicuously clear. The titles and the credits bracket all we can know of their lives; we are not even encouraged to imagine the rest of their war. They merge back into the country they came from, that came for them. And yet for the duration of the story they remain individual, identifiable people with their own fears and motives and tolerances; you can't quite generalize from any of them. It keeps them from reducing purely to symbols.

What Dunkirk is not at all like is a film from 1940. I have run across this praise in a couple of reviews and can only conclude that the reviewers have just not watched enough movies from rather than about World War II—the semi-linear katamari structure might have just squeaked by after 1941 and Citizen Kane, but the abstractness of the characters, the glassy, drifting tones of tension and boredom and dread, and the cinematography are all right out. Hoyte van Hoytema's cinematography is in fact the major reason I do not love this film as much as I might have. I recognize it's a weird thing to say about a movie that was lovingly filmed in IMAX and Panavision, but the camera movement and the editing make as much of a difference to the finished image as the picture information or the color saturation or where you point those System 65 lenses in the first place and Dunkirk lost me with the shaky-cam. It doesn't work for me in 70 mm. Shaky-cam is handheld, unscripted, intimately, awkwardly first-person; it jars for me when it's the dominant style of vision-filling multiple-camera setups and intricately braided timelines and a legitimately epic scale, even if Nolan intermittently cuts it down to size. 70 mm is what you use for Omar Sharif taking three minutes to ride out of a dot in the heat haze, not for strobe-stutter shot lengths of split seconds. I found van Hoytema's style worked best for me in "The Air," where it was always possible to follow the movements of the combatants: open, light-filled, the horizon wheeling over, and then the tricky, terrifying business of dogfighting—which is not point-and-click simple; time and again we watch our boys in the RAF wrestle to line up their gunsights and then miss—or Farrier grease-penciling estimates of time and fuel on his instrument panel because the gauge which should tell him when he's about to start spiraling out of the sky took a direct hit in their first engagement. I suppose it suits the weather and the water for the visual language of "The Sea" to be choppier, but for me it broke up the sense of space both unnecessarily and counterproductively: what should matter about these scenes is the height of the sky and the distance of the water and the inadequacy of this frail shell of wood and paint and rigging that feels crowded already with just four people aboard, but that's hard to keep in mind when the camera spends so much time cutting between people's faces and hands. "The Mole" was the jumpiest and the joltiest of the three strands and despite the gorgeous choreography of both a daytime and a nighttime ship-sinking gave me actual trouble parsing some of the action, which is not normally a problem I have with movies. Then again, I saw this film with my mother and she thought it gave the scenes in question a trapped, tunnel-vision immediacy which was clearly the intended effect, so your mileage etc. I feel similarly ambivalent about Hans Zimmer's score. It has brilliant elements: the Shepard tone that endlessly slides up the audience's nerves, the ticking that sounds like time always running out; it is often tenser or more mournful than the apparent action, keying us inside the characters' heads rather than their faces. I suspect I would enjoy it as a kind of independent suite. Most of the time I wanted it to get out of the way of the film.

The treatment of violence is, perhaps, old-fashioned and it works for me. This is 2017. If Christopher Nolan had wanted graphic, Spielbergian gore, he could have done it with trivial ease: I've seen movies with the same PG-13 rating which splatter (and swear) more. Instead the film seems to save it for moments when it really shocks and they're well-chosen. When the Luftwaffe bomb the mole where a hospital ship is loading, we see splinters flying, fountains of sand, bodies hunched away from the blast and then there's a man in the center of the frame and he just disintegrates. He's gone so fast it looks like a trick. ([personal profile] spatch believes it's one of the few CGI shots in the movie. Most of the effects were practical. The planes and the ships may or may not be of the precise vintage, but except for the radio-controlled models for the crash landings, they were all real.) But for that prestidigitating second, there's nothing weightless or reversible about a body coming apart. When the shivering soldier does violence to one of his rescuers in his terror of returning to Dunkirk and we see the blood welling darkly across the clean wood of the Moonstone's cabin floor, it's a thing out of place, the war itself suddenly sprung closer than the other side of the Channel. A man gets shot in the face through the rusted hull of a trawler—peering out through a newly punctured hole to see who was shooting at them—and though he's alive and making noises when he pitches over, something jumps in the back of his head and the audience cannot blame any of the characters around him for promptly losing their shit. I can respect the alternate tactic of overwhelming the audience just as much as the characters, but Dunkirk as a version of history seems to be aiming for a balance between documentary re-creation and grit-nailed myth and it matches this aesthetic for violence to be something that sharpens unavoidably, most real when it's most expressionist. It is also true that a lot of people in this movie drown and are blown up and burn to death; it's not like there aren't casualties. But the audience is permitted to imagine the details of most of them, and as we all know from Val Lewton, sometimes the half-seen—or the wholly imagined—is the worst.

I am aware there are holes in Dunkirk's history: that there were many more soldiers of color on the beach than Nolan shows, that there were many more women, that the city of Dunkirk was more battle-damaged and the weather for the days of the evacuation finer and the propaganda leaflets that flutter down around Tommy and his doomed comrades in the first scene are not of the correct design. I have enough of an eye for faces that I was never confused as to which of the three dark-haired, white, desperately young-looking British soldiers was which, but I don't think it would have killed the casting directors to throw in a blond or a redhead just for variety. I am not sure how to feel about the knowledge that Dawson is heavily based on Charles Lightoller and Bolton on James Campbell Clouston when we are supposed to take both of them as fictionally as the purely invented characters around them. I can't agree that it's the greatest war film ever made; I think there are better contenders as far back as Lewis Milestone's All Quiet on the Western Front (1930) and that Dunkirk is more in the tradition of stories of endurance and survival around the edges of war like J. Lee Thompson's Ice Cold in Alex (1958), anyway. The cinematography really did hold me somewhat at arm's length when a more classical or at least a less quick-cut style might have let me more easily in. But all the same, it worked for me. I learned after the fact that Nolan used as many of the real little ships as he could, piloted in the reenactment by their current owners, children and grandchildren of the civilians who had taken them across the Channel the first time. The movie crystallizes in moments like these: what a miracle looks like when it's salt and wood and strangers' faces and the slap of sea and the ring of a teakettle and no one's all right, but everyone's here; it's transcendent without being perfect. The film flickers with them, elemental things with human reality. Some are terrible, some are beautiful, some are low-key. Most of the movie is not in this register, but that's all right: even the Archers couldn't do numinous 24/7.

I don't know what most people of my nationality and generation know about Dunkirk. I don't know what they'll take away from this movie. It plays like it was meant to be the last cinematic word on the history, but so was Leslie Norman's Dunkirk (1958) and that had John Mills and Richard Attenborough going for it; I'm sure we can expect a new hot take in another sixty years. Personally I don't think it will displace The Prestige (2006) as my favorite Christopher Nolan, but there's a lot in it I'm still thinking about. My mother liked it and the history is important to her. The last image is as powerfully open-ended as it needed to be. I feel stupidly proud of myself for recognizing Michael Caine's uncredited cameo by voice. I guess I have opinions about cinematography. This homecoming brought to you by my fiery backers at Patreon.
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[personal profile] moon_custafer 2017-08-10 12:09 pm (UTC)(link)
You almost make me want to see it, but shaky-cam in 70mm is a real deal-breaker.

I wish E. J. Pratt' 1941 poem 'Dunkirk' was available online so I could point you to it.
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[personal profile] moon_custafer 2017-08-10 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
He was Canadian, so I doubt any of his works are available outside the country.
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[personal profile] moon_custafer 2017-08-10 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Sorry, I guess I'm just used to Canadian writers (other than Margaret Atwood or Cory Doctorow) being completely unknown elsewhere.
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[personal profile] lauradi7dw 2017-08-10 01:26 pm (UTC)(link)
We did not notice the shakiness. I don't know what that says about us.
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[personal profile] kore 2017-08-10 02:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Shaky-cam in 70mm would probably 'excite' the ganglion cells in my optic nerve (that's what they call it, as tho they're at a sporting event) so much they exploded. sigh.
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[personal profile] kore 2017-08-10 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
LOL, now I wonder if atoms getting excited in fluorescent lights is one reason why they excite my optic nerve cells into migraines!
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[personal profile] lost_spook 2017-08-10 01:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, it does sound interesting! Your reviews are always so beautiful, too.

(I was thinking that I knew/had watched/something a recent film about Dunkirk and, of course - they had a big scene in Atonement there which they filmed in the town where I live, because of all the seaside towns in the UK, this is the one that looks most like war-torn Dunkirk! The cinema only needed a spot of restoration to feature in it. heh. It was quite fascinating - the day before they shot it, they had all these props out on the beach and you could walk down and wander around them and take photos.

The one thing we were all concerned about was the penguins, who had to be removed for the occasion, but they were put back again. :-D)

Sorry. A little OT, but I've never been that close up to the makings of a major film before, although the only actual filming I witnessed was somebody shooting a plastic arm up a fake tree!
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[personal profile] kore 2017-08-10 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
OMG, now there's a movie credit for you. "Penguin Wrangler"?
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[personal profile] lost_spook 2017-08-11 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
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[personal profile] lost_spook 2017-08-10 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
I think it's splendid and I am only sorry there is no official story of the Penguins of Dunkirk.

Heh, it probably wouldn't have ended well!

Seriously, that is very neat. I haven't seen it since it came out, but I have seen Atonement, so I guess I know what your town looks like when it's being war-torn

Yes, indeed. Like this! :-)

It may remain the only movie I've seen where the scenery got a standing ovation. I just wish there really was a statue of Denholm Elliott on the grounds. I'd visit more often.

LOL, that's also brilliant!
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[personal profile] lauradi7dw 2017-08-10 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Also possibly not a typical USian in view of WWII - my recollection of the high school US history version of the war (1972 version) was a tiny bit about the Phony war and no mention of Dunkirk. But since then I've been heavily exposed to the Brit-centric view, and I knew rather more, most of it from fiction.
Dunkirk is in the life of characters in Angela Thirkell's wartime series (set in Barsetshire, as her others were, but the WWII books were written essentially in real time, issued the following year, so that contemporary readers didn't know for sure that peace would come as hoped)*. There was an episode of Foyle's War that dealt with the little ships. And the recently viewed and read "Their Finest (hour and a half" is just after Dunkirk, and the movie they are producing is about the rescue.

We certainly weren't taught about the participation of people from Indian backgrounds in either the fighting or the rescue, but there they were, in real life, while not in the movies.

* For this audience, I feel obliged to make some remarks about Thirkell. I know that Jo Walton detested her enough to make the surname of some of the bad guys in the Small Change series a slight variation of AT's. And yet the ones written during the war, while trying to be lighthearted romances, were the best evocation of the dreariness plus constant tension in the home front that I have encountered.
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That sounds really interesting and slightly disorienting to read.

[personal profile] lauradi7dw 2017-08-11 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
Folks from London of a variety of types and classes were evacuated to the village. Situations ensued, including romances. Thirkell didn't give up on her habitual racism and classism, but the juxtaposition of all those new and different people did broaden the experiences of the residents.
As the years wore on, the novels became darker, and it was clear how weary everyone was. But she was a romance novelist, and there was still romance. One of the characters was left a widow with two small children by the death at Dunkirk, and over time she found new love.
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[personal profile] kore 2017-08-10 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Dunkirk sounds to me like one of those movies I won't be able to see in a theatre, yet more than half the point is watching it in a theatre, and Nolan makes a lot of those kinds of movies. (Inception for someone with vertigo? HAHA NO.)

I can't agree that it's the greatest war film ever made

...WHUT. Who is saying this. Film critics?

Connie Willis's WWII duology gets dumped on a lot but I think the Dunkirk section was good -- it had more of an emphasis on the little ships and 'ordinary' people coming to the rescue. It would be nice to see a movie that focused solely on that side but I doubt Hollywood would make it.
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[personal profile] kore 2017-08-10 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't even have vertigo and Inception gave me a migraine.

It was bad enough just sitting watching it at home and all of a sudden the city flips up WHEEEE. It's really weird, something about the visual patterns. It's one reason I could never warm to the Peter Jackson LOTR movies like everyone else, he loves that fucking technique where he starts with the camera half a mile up and drops it like a stone. FUN.

one of those Bradburyesque wall-TVs (in which case you'll probably have vertigo no matter what)

Fahrenheit 451! Aww.

I kid you not!


I find it hard to believe there isn't a movie based solely around the little ships, just because it's such a core part of the British World War II narrative, but the world is full of weird gaps.

It would be such a great cinematic opportunity! There at least have to've been novels and memoirs about it, right?
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[personal profile] kore 2017-08-10 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)
but I also like roller coasters and wish I knew aerobatics.

Haaaaaaah. I got dragged onto roller coasters precisely twice in my life by my middle sister (who thought I was spoiled and unadventurous) and both times I thought I was going to fucking DIE. I think part of it is I had regular anxiety attacks from childhood on, so jolts of adrenaline are not associated with fun for me.

I don't do well when my entire field of vision is a movie

Oh yeah, me either. That sets off the anxiety but good. Even better if I'm in a middle row and there are people on either side and in front and in back of me. Brain starts going OH HELL WE CAN'T GET OUT. Thanks, brain! -- And for some reason most previews will also kick off the anxiety, I think it's how they're edited and the sound's usually jacked up. With all that in the mix I don't need the movie itself flipping me out!

I have a grudge against Nolan not just for his fixation with dead evil wives -- the first time my panic disorder really kicked in during a movie was in the opening of Memento when there was that SURPRISE gunshot. My startle reflex jumped up to 11 and remained there for the whole rest of the damn movie and after that I associated movie theatres with panic attacks and couldn't see films in them for years. Which sucked because my parents had been taking me to see movies since I was six (Star Wars, Close Encounters). I did see Interstellar in the theatre since I was annoyed at missing Inception, but Interstellar was an even worse movie with the added bonus of Nolan horribly mixing the sound on purpose. //blah blah blah babble

I should really stop being surprised that things have fandoms on AO3, even when those things are spare, shaky-cam anti-epics.

I think I've seen people talking about the two pilots? Tom Hardy and a French one? Or maybe a French sailor or something. Or James D'Arcy and I think Kenneth Branagh. I would watch D'Arcy in pretty much anything, I will admit.
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[personal profile] swan_tower 2017-08-11 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
I don't like roller coasters because of the adrenaline: I like the sensation of flight.

I want to get more of that sensation from them, but the ones I've been on have jolted me around too sharply to give me the feeling I really want.

Indoor skydiving, on the other hand, is AMAZING. And if I ever get a movie deal I am blowing a few grand on a ride in the vomit comet.
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[personal profile] swan_tower 2017-08-11 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
Which ones have you been on?

Lordy, I don't even know. Mostly ones at the Six Flags in Dallas, because that's what I grew up near. Probably also something at the State Fair there? But I haven't been on a true roller-coaster in nearly two decades. (I don't think the Indiana Jones or Space Mountain rides at Disneyland count.) It's entirely possible they've improved since then.

Please tell me it involves wind tunnels, because otherwise, by definition, I can't imagine how it works.

It does! Vertical wind tunnel with a mesh keeping you from, well, hitting the fan. When you stand upright you're just in a very windy space, but as you turn yourself horizontal . . . you fly. :-D
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[personal profile] spatch 2017-08-11 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
Space Mountain definitely counts as a roller coaster; Indiana Jones doesn't as the ride vehicle is powered and doesn't rely on gravity to get you through the course.

For the most part, wooden roller coasters are by design shaky and bumpy, using positive, negative, and lateral G forces to throw you around the train. Sometimes it's not a good ride if it didn't feel like the train was trying to get rid of you. Steel coasters are (again, for the most part) much smoother and can handle more aerobatic maneuvers.

The design firm of Bolliger & Mabillard is renowned for its smooth and powerful steel coasters which do a very good job of approximating flight. B&M's looping designs often include Immelman dives and zero-G rolls and corkscrews. Batman: The Ride at Six Flags Over Texas is a textbook example of their looping coaster style. (The layout of Batman is popular enough that several clones have popped up around Six Flags parks. The Texas one is a mirror image; the original is in Chicago at Great America.)

B&M also experiment with train and track configurations to help enhance the feeling of flight. Batman is an inverted coaster, with its trains suspended below the track so your feet dangle freely over nothing but air. The "floorless" style features the trains situated on top of the track but without sides or a floor to pen you in. Their Wing Rider design suspends floorless seats on either side of the track, which looks like a lot of fun.

B&M have also built non-looping hypercoasters, which start with a 200-300' drop and speed over parabolic hills designed to get the most negative Gs as possible. The trains are enclosed and feature heavy-duty lapbars; their designs tend to give more floating airtime than sudden ejector seat whoops-the-train-wants-you-gone-NOW airtime (though you definitely run into that kind usually near the end of a ride). The sensations are smooth and with purpose.

Anyway, [personal profile] sovay said to come on over and suggest roller coasters which give a good feeling of flying without the jarring or we're-gonna-go-off-the-tracks fears and I can wholeheartedly recommend B&M rides for that. We rode The Incredible Hulk and Dueling Dragons (soon to be removed) at Islands of Adventure in Orlando and both rides really deliver.

Busch Gardens loves B&M rides and both their parks are showcases of the form. The Williamsburg park features Alpengeist the inverted looper themed to a "ski lift from hell"; Apollo's Chariot the hypercoaster with wonderful airtime; and the Griffon dive coaster which starts with a 200' vertical drop. The Tampa park has Montu, the inverted coaster looping around Egyptian ruins; Kumba, a straightforward looping coaster which does neat things like loop around its own lift hill; and their own 200' dive coaster called SheiKra. Videos on YouTube can convey the soaring feeling only to a certain extent, but it's always a treat to watch Kumba or Montu go through their paces.

Intamin is another design firm which specializes in smooth steel rides giving lots of airtime (Cheetah Hunt at Busch Gardens Tampa, Superman: The Ride at Six Flags New England), but B&M outshines them when it comes to aerial manuevers.
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[personal profile] moon_custafer 2017-08-10 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
There were already at least two Swallows-and-Amazons fics with a Dunkirk setting, though one of them had John Walker among the soldiers being evacuated, which makes no sense as he was clearly earmarked for the Navy.
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[personal profile] owl 2017-08-11 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
John sailed Goblin to Holland with a crew of seasick, even younger children when he was about 13 - how could you resist the narrative satisfaction of making him a junior naval officer commanding one of the commandeered Little Ships, 10 years down the line?

Roger is also probably going to end up in the navy, but the Royal Naval Engineers.
Edited 2017-08-11 23:12 (UTC)
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[personal profile] kore 2017-08-10 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
The Connie Willis is Blackout and All Clear (2010)? (I haven't read either.)

Yeah, which I thought would be great, but were so overlong and unedited. There's a minor cottage industry in picking out all the research mistakes, but the flaws are worse than that. Some isolated bits in it are good -- a woman taking care of orphans in the country, an American stumbling into Dunkirk, stuff about the inflatable tanks. The longer she's been writing, the more patchy her books have gotten, which is depressing. The project might have worked as one mightily edited-down long book, or two or three regular-sized novels, but it just doesn't jell.
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[personal profile] kore 2017-08-10 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, maybe? Although people said that about JKR and it turned out she did have an editor. (But the editor wasn't editing enough.) It's very odd because her early novels and short stories are very tightly constructed. Her first novel must have been at least the third or fourth she actually wrote, it's so well-structured and lean. To Say Nothing of the Dog is a baggy monster, but it's supposed to be a baggy monster, that's part of its charm. But after 2000 her work just took this immense dive down and never recovered, at least for me.

-- Altho really when I think of a writer going off the rails, Kage Baker is the big example, because Garden of Iden is such an achievement, the next couple of books are okay-to-good, and then every book in the series gets progressively more batshit. I don't think I've seen anything else quite like it.
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[personal profile] alexxkay 2017-08-10 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
I think Kage Baker generally improved as a writer over the course of her career -- with the notable and glaring exception of the Company novels. They seem to me to be, not so much a case of "unedited", as a case of "I plotted this entire series when I was 14, and I'm sticking with that plot." Many (though not all) of the late-written Company short stories and novellas, not being particularly linked to that plot, turned out excellent. And I remember quite liked a totally unrelated fantasy novel she wrote.
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[personal profile] alexxkay 2017-08-11 12:07 pm (UTC)(link)
I do not know it for a fact, but it fits the facts I do know, and I have seen prior examples that fit that description.
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[personal profile] tree_and_leaf 2017-08-10 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
I feel similarly ambivalent about Hans Zimmer's score. It has brilliant elements: the Shepard tone that endlessly slides up the audience's nerves, the ticking that sounds like time always running out; it is often tenser or more mournful than the apparent action, keying us inside the characters' heads rather than their faces. I suspect I would enjoy it as a kind of independent suite. Most of the time I wanted it to get out of the way of the film.

The use of Nimrod was a bit obvious and therefore distracting, I thought.
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[personal profile] tree_and_leaf 2017-08-11 09:56 am (UTC)(link)
It wasn't actually much of a variation, just played very slowly as a sort of ground bass. Maybe I'm being unfair - I'm not an Elgar aficionado, but it's popular British funeral music (understandably), and therefore I hear it a lot for professional reasons.
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[personal profile] musesfool 2017-08-10 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
I thought the score definitely got in the way of the visuals, as there was too much of it and it was too loud.

I liked the movie, but I think you liked it better than I did - I had issues with the structure, which I felt was unnecessary - and I also had a hard time keeping track of the two non-Harry Styles boys, especially once they were all wet and their hair was no longer curly or straight.

I will say that after waiting most of the movie for it, the wide shot of the flotilla of little ships did make me choke up, so the 70mm was worth it for that.

Otoh, I would have watched a whole movie of Tom Hardy in a Spitfire.

(As an American, I didn't learn about Dunkirk until my recreational reading about the war from a non-US perspective over the last few years; I'm pretty sure we were taught that the war started with Pearl Harbor when I was in school [in the 80s]).
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[personal profile] musesfool 2017-08-11 01:27 pm (UTC)(link)
The music could just back off.


Did you find it confusing or did it just feel gratuitously complicating?

Gratuitously complicating. I understand, on an intellectual level, why he would choose to do it that way, but I feel like the story is tense enough without employing a structure which seems to me basically meant to ratchet up the tension. I think this is a mileage may vary situation.

Also, nice icon.

Thanks! It's by [personal profile] misbegotten.
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[personal profile] kenjari 2017-08-11 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
I thought the score definitely got in the way of the visuals, as there was too much of it and it was too loud.

I feel this way about a lot of Zimmer's scores, and often feel that Nolan's work would do better with a composer who has more subtlety.
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[personal profile] skygiants 2017-08-10 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
I haven't seen Dunkirk, but I did watch Their Finest on one of my plane trips, and now I really want someone who's seen both to do a compare/contrast.

(The most enjoyable part about Their Finest is the process of watching a small story -- a pair of young women who tried to take their father's boat out to help, but had engine failure right at the beginning -- get transformed into a Heroic Adventure, complete with token plucky American journalist who's in there so the thing can be marketed for US audiences.)
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[personal profile] lauradi7dw 2017-08-11 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
I've seen both. I'm a bit daunted at the idea of doing a review, especially in this space. The people in the little ships *were* heroic, but it was interesting in "Their Finest" to watch the machinations of the film writers making sure they came across that way. There was a small scene of explanatory visuals in Dunkirk about how the flotilla was organized. I had had the vague idea that it was almost spontaneous, but it had rather more method to its (brave) madness. "Dunkirk" was made by modern Brits (mostly) who have seventy-five years of mythmaking influencing their choices, even as they tried to show the grunts who had already had enough, after only just the beginning.
I strongly suggest reading the novel by Lissa Evans (called "Their Finest Hour and a Half" in its original 2009 UK edition, but "Their Finest" to match the movie in the US). There was an entire plot stream with characters who ended up involved with the film, left out of the movie completely. I'm glad to have seen the film first, because I didn't miss them at the time.
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[personal profile] lauradi7dw 2017-08-11 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
When I write about movies (or books, or TV), it mostly is short opinions. I don't know that I could come up with the right amount of context or nuance, as you do. Recent example (picked to be fairly extreme, to emphasize my point): a niece recommended "Handsome Devil," currently available on Netflix.
I told her that I liked it, but was distracted by how much the lead looked like (cartoon character) Arthur Christmas,
and then recommended "Get Real" (1998)as a companion piece. Done. I could have mentioned that things are almost automatically looking up when Andrew Scott is not playing Jim Moriarty. It might be interesting to delve into the headmaster, who seems to be both simplistic and more clued-in than people give him credit for. Hmm.
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Andrew Scott again

[personal profile] lauradi7dw 2017-08-24 12:45 pm (UTC)(link)
He plays Charles Dickens in an episode of "Quacks"
Blurb from the BBtwo twitter of a snippet
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[personal profile] skygiants 2017-08-12 01:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you for this small-scale comparison. :) I had no idea there was a novel! It is absolutely and immediately going on my list, even though my feelings on the film were ultimately mixed (enjoyed it 75%, thought one major aspect of the ending was, uh, hilarious in its drama.)
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[personal profile] rachelmanija 2017-08-11 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
I didn't recognize Cillian Murphy when he returns! Now I want to see it again.

I think what Dunkirk does best is make you feel like you're there (which is also why the characters are sketched-in and lack biographical information.) It's the only movie I've ever seen where the seats shaking was an essential part of the experience.
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[personal profile] kindkit 2017-08-12 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
This review has made me think about a lot of things, and in particular about how much one's experience of Dunkirk depends on skill at visual processing. My skills are pretty low. I couldn't tell the soldiers apart, and I had no idea until I read this post that the Shivering Soldier was also, formerly, the confident man in the boat. I couldn't follow the aerial stuff or tell the pilots apart. And because I wasn't getting the visual cues, I couldn't always follow the timeline, as in the case of the Shivering Soldier. (In non-visual matters, I also couldn't understand about half of what dialogue there was, especially in the aerial sequences where it's both muffled and buried under the soundtrack.) It all made the film pretty much meaningless to me, because its meaning was all embedded in things I'm bad at interpreting. I can't decide if there's a certain integrity in Nolan's decision to make everything visual, or if it's actually cinema snobbery and he should have given the audience more assistance in making sense of the story.

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[personal profile] kindkit 2017-08-14 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
Your icons remain excellent

Thank you!

And yes, it is a consolation that Dunkirk has given us more WWII-era m/m. Especially now that I have half a clue who the characters are!