JI was provoked into doing a critique of “The Terror: Infamy” a made fer t.v. movie . . . thank you Blaise Cendrars . . . here goes nothing . . . All aboard the transsiberien express.
So what the fuck’s up with this Colinas de Oro bullshit? Golden Hills . . . Hills of Gold . . . like the fabled el Dorado neh?. . . LMFAO! . . . sounds like some geezer retirement community. Who thought that name up? No! . . . don’t tell me coz they prolly got Emmy nominated . . . OMFG!
Shades of Frankenstein/Josef Mengele (paper doll scene – skin stitching Buffalo Bill in Silence of the Lambs – holocaust injections) . . . the walking dead (Yuko’s face minus skin) . . . shape shifters (?) . . . cutting the belly (hira kiri) . . . Silence of the Lambs (Hannibal biting off the face of the guard) . . . the smiling otafuku noh mask of Yuka . . . matsuri . . . oban?
High context shit . . . I mean unless one is familiar with Japanese cultural stuff, all the innuendo . . . the allusion . . . useless . . . wasted space on Netflix Hulu HBO viewership.
Oh shit . . . I could do a term paper on allusion . . . no rotten tomatoes just overripe peaches splattered on the sidewalk under the peach tree.
What’s a sidewalk doing under my peach tree? Some stupid ass settler didn’t know better . . . lack of common sense.
Guadalcanal? . . . who knows what the fuck is that . . . or was or WHERE for that matter?
New York Chinese screenwriter writing about U.S. Japanese internment under the guidance of an enterprising Starship pilot and a slew of cooks milling about in the kitsch-en . . . en in Japanese means “garden” . . . kitsch . . . y’all know what that is . . . bad art for the masses.
Actually, “Infamy” is/was a 9 writer collaboration . . . count ‘em . . . 9 writers . . . none of whom strike me (based on their surnames) as having any real connection to what they were writing about.
I don’t care if yer great-granpa was there . . . you weren’t so you don’t know . . . besides, he prolly dint tell you everything.
Like . . . one morning at Manzanar I found 3 swastikas scratched in the dirt next to where I parked my vehicle. This was in 1997 . . . after I’d been told I would make a good target by some local fascisti . . . after my boss was asked how a Jap gotta American last name.
Hmmm . . . well back to the story.
Gotta confess . . . I gave it up . . . threw my hands up, surrendered . . . couldn’t take it no mo’ sweetheart . . . what I’m saying is that that I been there done that . . . and I fast forwarded thru to the end amid the bone cracking monotony . . . the predictably.
J-horror . . . I hate horror movies . . . Chuckie . . . Freddie Kruger etc etc etc . . . if yer gonna do a horror movie do a goddamn horror movie . . . don’t try to make some big ass statement about discrimination social injustice race creed religion . . . not to forget Miley’s ugly tongue.
Infamy was too cinematic. . . too clean . . . needed more . . . noire . . . duende . . . you know, like . . . sepia . . . black & white grainy shit . . . duotone . . . most people won’t get it . . . won’t know ‘bout that stuff anyway . . . their loss.
It (Infamy) was too YouTube-y . . . 10 episodes steadily losing content consistency ‘til it began to sputter after 5 installments . . . I was skipping across the water like a flat rock, then eventually I reached a point where my momentum failed and I succumbed to inertia . . . I sank.
Shoulda had Woo, Sulu, the kids . . . all come out to Manzanar for some ground truth-ing . . . walk some miles . . . get some sand in their “birkies”. . . get a “glow” on in the summer high desert heat . . . feel the sweat and dust in yer eyes.
Oh crap! That’s what was missing . . . that goddamned wind . . . authenticity . . . the winds of authenticity.
Toyo Miyatake was a photographer at Manzanar . . .
Oh . . . I know . . . they shoulda rigged up one of those catcher mask contraptions like Hannibal had . . . for that yurei . . . keep her from going ‘round chewing on noses.
And the movie was shot in Canada . . . trees spoiled everything . . . cheaper to film in Canadia (sic) I guess.
BTW . . . all but two of the 10 camps were located in open semi-arid or desert landscapes . . . the better to see you my dear . . . but fuck authenticity . . . Netflix don’t give a rats ass about reality just like the History Channel . . . Skinwalker Ranch . . . what a fucking joke . . . shape shifters.
Ain’t no reality any mor ‘less its on social media.
“I want a paper doll to call my own . . .”
End of story.
Back story: I served 8 years as a member of the Manzanar Advisory Commission (my name’s on a plaque by the front entry) . . . providing comment on the development and interpretation of Manzanar National Historic Site (MNHS).
Additionally, I developed and implemented the first interpretive walking tours of MNHS, 1997 – 2000 . . . 21 fucking years ago this July.