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Liam Neeson to costar in Battleship

So, back in 2008 Universal Studios and Hasbro announced a movie deal that would center around Hasbro games like Battleship, Ouija, Clue (wait, don’t we already have a Clue movie? How can anything without Tim Curry be any better?), Candy Land, and Magic the Gathering. Most normal people promptly forgot this fact because our attention spans don’t last the length of a movie production with no news. But on August 3rd we found out that Universal was dropping Clue (though Gore Verbinski will still be making it), Monopoly, and Magic, leaving them with Battleship, Candy Land (CANDY LAND??), Ouija, and Stretch Armstrong. Personally, the potential of 7 board game movies being released in the next decade makes me want to buy stock in foreign companies.

And so Battleship is going to be the first lovechild of this unholy coupling of basically plotless board games and film; the trailer was released in late July:

It stands to reason that battleships might be the worst things with which to fight aliens – aliens that, bizarrely, don’t seem to want to attack a city or government or mine for Unobtanium or whatever, but just want to trap some Earth ships, which are defending nothing, in a semisphere of their intense technology, instead of just flying over them or dropping some huge alien bomb on them, which one assumes they could do.

Rihanna will appear in Battleship, inexplicably, dressed in something suprisingly unsexy; requisite hot-daughter-of-authority-figure-and-romantic-interest-of-authority-challenging-protagonist1 is played by generically-hot Brooklyn Decker (the trailer opens with a “There will be sexiness as well as battleships!” shot of her in denim shorts and a white bikini straddling the authority-challenging-protagonist on the beach).

Liam Neeson, Oscar and Golden Globe nominee, known best for his iconic role in Schindler’s List (and less fondly for his hideous hair in Star Wars I), will be delivering lines like “I don’t know what my daughter sees in you.”2

The only connection to the actual game of Battleship seems to be that there are ships and, presumably, a battle – but I guess that’s really all they had to go on anyways, short of making the ships have giant pegs on the bottoms of them.

And yes, everyone thought Pirates of the Caribbean was going to be terrible, and yes, Pirates of the Caribbean was awesome, but the justification of similar hopes for Battleship becomes extremely weak when the last, super-duper-intense-and-awesome lines of the trailer are:

Liam Neeson: Prepare to fire.
Man In Charge of Firing: Sir, which weapons?
Liam Neeson: All of them.

I mean, seriously, I know this isn’t where art films come from, but is this all our big movie businesses can do? Slam out as many potential fad-ish movies as fast as they can and hope something has that Pirates magic? A sad day for the movie industry, I think, but what makes this sadder than the release of Spy Kids XVII is that they’ve sucked real actors into it this time.

1is that a trope? I feel like it is. This is basically like half of all leading females ever (Elizabeth Swann in Pirates, Neytiri in Avatar, Lucilla in Gladiator, Jasmine in Aladdin….

2Okay, okay, or “What my daughter sees in you is a mystery to me”; they didn’t fool me by using crappy verbs and putting it in passive tense. [Also, did you know that “Liam” was short for “William”? His name just got a lot less cool and foreign, sadly (sad for him and also a sad indication of what my standards are for coolness). This is like when I found out that “Topher” wasn’t some cool nonWASP name but in fact just an abbreviation of one of the WASPiest names out there. Sigh.]

Wristcutters: A [Self-Defeating] Love Story

The title of Wristcutters: A Love Story made me cringe, but the movie was pretty great. I’m going to say that anything with Tom Waits in it was great, though, so that’s not really an objective opinion.

The one thing that was less than fabulous about it was the “: A Love Story” part, because it starred the exact same uninspiring Indie Couple that Quirky Romances can’t seem to get away from. If you’re not familiar with it, Indie Couple is comprised of: Indie Girl – who pretends to be the opposite of your typical white-bread Hot Girl but is actually really just a white-bread Hot Girl with short hair and about a tablespoon of quirk, and Indie Boy, who is usually a dorkyish looking, socially inept 20something guy who lives a) with his parents, b) with his idiot friends or c) in a sad apartment alone, possibly after breaking up with his previous girlfriend, who was Hot but, we find out, way too Stereotypical and possibly Shallow for him.  Indie Girl is at first much more put together and take-charge than Indie Boy, but she is slowly revealed to be the Hot Damsel in Distress, and Indie Boy finds himself at some point and, like, erupts from his social awkwardness to save her, as the awesome person that the audience knew he was.

Once you start looking for Indie Couple, you find them everywhere: Zack and Miri Make a Porno (and its sister film of the fun-loving-Seth-Rogen-gets-hot-source: http://amandacw.tumblr.comblonde genre, Knocked Up);  Zach Braff with his dorky motorthing and Natalie Portman as Sam in Garden State, for whom IMDB actually uses the phrase “A blast of color, hope and quirks”; semi-sociopathic-but-only-in-cute-ways Amélie in Amélie and source: http://worldfilm.about.comthat shy photobooth guy she ends up with; Michael Cera and emotionally hair-dyeing Ramona Flowers in Scott Pilgrim Vs. the World (also just Michael Cera in everything), to name a few. Wristcutters: A Love Story is one of the worst offenders, starring tired and burnt out looking Patrick Fugit and improbably-perfect-looking-for-a-stable-person-much-less-a-dead-drug-addict Shannyn Sossamon as thumb-sucking Mikal.

And yeah, fine, romance in art in general tends to get pretty archetypal.  The basic plot of the romance hasn’t really changed…ever. Maybe there are only so many combinations of people who will fall in love the way we want to see it happen.  But it’s not just that all indie romances seem to be eerily similar – it’s that indie movies just do it so dang self consciously, like they’re trying to prove that they are somehow extremely different from every romance ever written.  “We’re not like other romances!” they’re yelling, “See how our actors are slightly less attractive than typical movie stars? See how our actresses have an offbeat fashion sense? See what we did there?”

Which is why the chemistry in Wristcutters and Scott Pilgrim and the like seems flat – self-consciousness just doesn’t work with romances, but it seems to be one of the main things that contemporary pop culture has inherited, and it’s proving a hard habit to break.  So we get all these loves stories that nervously try to brush away the archetypes of romance, and that ignore the tradition of love stories in art since basically forever. And a romance that’s self-conscious about its romanticness isn’t going to do much else but collapse in on itself.