Movie Review: Ender’s Game

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Spoiler alert: I tried to be careful, but this is a review of a movie based on a best-seller. If you have already read the book, there won’t be any surprises here.

Ender's Game movie poster

Took the whole family to see Ender’s Game last night, IMAX-style. I have been waiting for this movie for more than 20 years. I read the book around 1990 when my then-future brother-in-law casually recommended it. I had no idea who Orson Scott Card was, I had never heard of this book, and the plot twist at the end caught me completely and totally off-guard. In short, I was utterly blown away.

In subsequent years, I followed OSC’s career very closely and read everything I could get my hands on. I own many hardcover first editions of his books because I could not wait for the library to get their copy and I certainly could not wait for the paperbacks.

Because boy did he make me think! I’ve struggled with the fact that some of his books are soooo good and others are soooo bad… I’ve tried to figure out what the heck does it mean to be Mormon and how does that play into his writing… I’ve tried (unsuccessfully) to understand his views on gay marriage and pondered whether it’s ok to appreciate the art of someone whose politics you despise…

But eventually there came a time when I began to feel a bit BDTD with respect to Mr. Card. He writes the same story over and over again, and I don’t mean just literally, although that is literally what he did with his “parallel” novels about Bean etc. But I mean that even in the books with vastly different settings, e.g. Alvin Maker, Nafai, etc., he is still writing the same basic story, wrestling with the same themes, creating characters with the same voices & choices. For many years that was ok with me because I like those stories, those themes, those voices & choices, you know? But more recently I’ve just become less interested: Thanks, OSC, we get it.

Sigh.


Anyway, the movie

Hm. This isn’t the post I meant to write. I was going to talk about the movie, not my history of ups and downs with Mr. Card. But I do feel that my status as former fangirl plays into my feelings about the movie too. Because as much as I may be BDTD with OSC, I was SO EXCITED TO SEE THIS MOVIE!

Aaaaaaand, it was just about what I expected. Namely:

Amazing special effects. As a big budget film I knew the battle room would be awesome. I knew it would be the coolest thing ever to see their desks, the Giant’s Drink, the simulators, their outfits, the hook, the buggers… And it was, oh yes it was. Especially in the IMAX theater. The Battle Room was a little disorienting actually. I had to keep reminding myself that the enemy gate was down, haha.

Great casting. In fact the acting was even better than I expected. Many of the characters looked perfect for their parts, especially Bonzo, Mazer Rackham, Peter. The boy who played Ender was fabulous, and I really didn’t mind that he was so much older than he is in the book. Also thought Harrison Ford was perfect.

Poor pacing. I expected this because the book itself is pretty tightly constructed. Clearly they would have to cut stuff to make a 90-minute movie, but when everything in the book is so essential what do you cut? Well mostly what they did was compress the training time, which was very disappointing. You don’t get the sense that they have been up there for several years. You don’t feel that gradually increasing sense of urgency as Dragon Army’s schedule gets tougher and tougher, because they only showed one battle. And you don’t see the connection between the tactics & strategy he learns in Battle School and how he uses those skills, um, later.

Another disappointment was how they compressed Ender’s experience with the Giant’s Drink. You don’t get the sense of him playing it over and over and over again, obsessing over it, as his frustration gradually mounts until finally, well, you know, the thing he does.

Liberties taken. There were remarkably few, actually. I was very relieved that they didn’t add in a romance between Ender & Petra. There were some “reveals” that happened in a different order but that was ok, probably necessary. I wasn’t expecting to actually see you-know-who, but whatever, they did a nice job making her look both scary & beautiful — exactly as she should be.


The central themes of Ender’s Game

Everything I said above has to do with the icing on the cake of the movie. The special effects, the actors, plot details, etc. But when you get right down to it, Ender’s Game, like all great sci-fi, is a novel of ideas. It is an exploration of whether there can be a just war, the meaning of genocide, moral responsibility, and forgiveness. These ideas are much further developed in the sequel, Speaker for the Dead, but they are at the core of Ender’s Game as well.

These themes are brought out to a certain extent in the movie, but they could have been a lot more. Two things in particular were missing that would have done much to make the moral ambiguity explicit.

First, the ansible. Briefly mentioned in the movie, but with no explanation or discussion of its significance, the ansible is the device that allows for instantaneous communication through time and space. It is what allows the kids to conduct the battle in real time even though they are light years away from the battlefield. And where did humans get this technology? From the buggers. Think about that.

And second, the Hive Queen. The central fact of the novel is that killing drone workers (the buggers) is not like killing humans. For the Hive Queen, losing one of her drone ships is like clipping a fingernail. She has NO IDEA that when she kills human fighters she is killing a unique sentient creature every time. When Ender makes her understand this, she is appalled. To understand one’s enemy is to love them, and a very profound love and forgiveness develops between Ender and the Hive Queen. This is hinted at in the movie, but not nearly enough. And that is a shame.

Hello hello hello

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Well… if anybody should happen to stumble across this… it should be obvious that I am quite the on-again off-again blogger. Lately the urge to rejoin the blogosphere, such as it is, has been welling up in me again, so here I am. In honor of my revivification I have changed themes and cleaned things up a bit. (Btw, I LOVE this new theme, writr. The circular doodad at the top perfectly suits my circular gravatar, don’t it? Very nice typography too.)


So. I have been knitting up a storm lately. About six months ago I learned how to knit socks, and I have been doing nothing but knit socks ever since. Socks are fun because:

  • they don’t take very long to make
  • the heel makes a nice milestone (halfway!), to give you that sense of accomplishment
  • if your two socks don’t turn out identical, or if you screw up a bit, who cares? No one looks that closely at other people’s socks.
  • It’s a relatively cheap project. One skein of yarn makes a pair of socks and costs around $20, whereas the same quality of yarn for a sweater would be over $100.

The PROBLEM with socks is that it is so tempting to stockpile yarn. Because like I said, one skein makes a pair, so you don’t have to have a pattern in mind before you buy. You know you will use it eventually, somehow. And sock yarn comes in the most amazing colors. I went to a fiber show last weekend, my first ever, and came home with this:

Stash!

The fiber show was very cool. Way bigger than I expected. I have no interest in spinning my own yarn, but watching other people do it, I could kind of see the appeal. Knitting is a sensory pleasure for me, I love the feel of good yarn in my hands, and I imagine spinning also feels good. Still, not going there.

Here are some other pics from the show. I was totally not expecting this…

awww cute, but not going there either... whoa!

Booking through Thursday: Resolutions

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Booking Through Thursday

Booking Through Thursday asks: Any reading resolutions for the new year? Reading more? (Reading less?) Reading better books? Bigger books? More series? More relaxing books?

Well I wish I could resolve to read more, but unless someone figures out how to fit more than 24 hours in a day that ain’t gonna happen.

The idea of reading “better” books is interesting though. Wonder how you would define better. Prizewinners? Penguin Classics? Books with footnotes? Presumably “better” books are educational in some way, or expand your horizons, or make you a better person for having read them.

Actually I don’t think I’ve ever read a book that wasn’t educational in some way, or expanded my horizons in some direction. I’ve never read a book that didn’t make me think. Even if what you’re thinking is “gee this was a crappy book, and this is why” — well isn’t that educational?

And another thing: I don’t like deciding in advance what I’m going to read. Although the idea of reading challenges is charming, I don’t think I could ever do it. My favorite way of choosing What To Read is to browse the shelves of my local library and pick books that I’ve never heard of, because they have intriguing titles or pretty covers.

I bought a book yesterday. An impulse buy, which is extremely uncharacteristic of me. But I was at the bookstore with my daughter, buying a birthday present for her friend. When this book caught my eye I Could Not Resist. The Trapeze Artist, by Will Davis — a novel written by an actual trapeze artist!! If reading this doesn’t make me a better person I don’t know what would! <grin>

Classical music in the movies

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Charming post in The Atlantic about classical music that you learned from watching movies. I have one of my own to add — the swimming pool scene from Harold & Maud. I can never hear that piano concerto without thinking of this:

I have always wondered how Harold managed to float so perfectly flat and still on top of the water. I’m a very confident swimmer but I don’t think I could do that.

My mother is extremely dense. Physically, I mean. Her body literally will not float. She is fairly athletic but she was never able to learn to swim. It is pretty hilarious to watch her try. She just sinks straight to the bottom of the pool, every time. And then I say to her, “Mom, you rock.” har har har

Anyone have any other classical music / movie scenes to contribute? I’d love to hear ’em, with or without accompanying random unrelated thoughts.

Thank you Béla Bartók

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Because I am the meanest mom in the world, I force my two younger kids to practice the violin every day. And I mean every day. They never get a day off, unless it is their lesson day or they are actually throwing up. If there is not enough time for both practicing and homework, practicing comes first.

I have absolutely no qualms about this. The kids think it is a normal part of life — they brush their teeth every day, too. Sure they complain sometimes, but they do it, and they are reaping all those awesome benefits of both brain and character development. It is also quite a challenge for me as a parent, since I practice with them. It is very hard sometimes, but soooo worth the effort.

Even so, there are days when “real” practicing just ain’t gonna happen — in other words, when Mama is fried. This is where dear Béla Bartók comes in to save the day. See, he wrote some violin duets. 44 of them, to be precise, written for children. Not only are they amazingly beautiful, but they are also amazingly educational. The separate parts are extremely simple (especially the beginning ones) but putting them together is challenging and gives lots of opportunity to practice chamber music skills. My kiddos have been working on them for a while, the first half dozen or so anyway. Since they each know both parts we can usually fill up a good half hour with them taking turns. It makes a nice change from the usual practice routine and involves no effort from me whatsoever. Yay, Bartók!!!

Post a day? Seriously?

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Oh my goodness, did I really do that? Yes indeed — I just put one of those post-a-day badges in my sidebar. Posting every week day is probably a more realistic goal, actually, but I would like to try this. Incentive: if I post every day for… two… months… I will reward myself by purchasing the custom design upgrade. And once I have the custom design upgrade I will make a few changes around here oh yes I will. Not big changes, mind you. Just a few little typographic tweaks that will allow me to use certain other themes that I have heretofore rejected. I will spare you my litany of pet peeves regarding web fonts, blockquote styling, etc etc. All I will say is the idea of the custom design upgrade is a POWERFUL MOTIVATOR bwahahahahahaha.

I do have some resolutions, of course. Here they are:

Lose 30lbs. Started dieting today (cutting carbs & sugar). Woo hoo.

Get a physical. Probably should do that before I start dieting but oh well. I haven’t seen a doctor in, like, a decade. My “primary care” physician moved her office and I don’t even know where it is. I also should get my hearing checked. I am turning into an old person.

Chop wood, carry water. This is shorthand for a Zen saying which I only learned recently: “Before enlightenment, chop wood & carry water. After enlightenment, chop wood & carry water.” Not saying I am enlightened or anything. But I need to make myself perform the tedious tasks of daily life more routinely, mainly housekeeping & financial. I know that if I do them mindfully they won’t seem so tedious.

Happy New Year, and see ya tomorrow!

Slogging

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Hello everyone! I hope your holidays were swell. Me, I am still slogging through the festivities. That’s right, we still have four birthdays to celebrate this week. There will be a combined celebration, but it is still shopping & planning to be done. Plus I somehow agreed to host this year. Ugh.

Frankly, I can’t stand this time of year. Especially Christmas.

My husband’s family places an unhealthy degree of emphasis on wishlists. The emails start around Thanksgiving. The harassment, I should say. I hate it. I myself can rarely think of anything I want. My clothes are functional; they have all the books I need at the library; my electronic gadgets all work fine. I am just not a material girl. What I really want is for people to do things for me. If someone could take my son down to the DMV and get his learner’s permit set up, that’d be great. We also need our passports renewed — I would be thrilled if someone else would make that happen. And hey, our kitchen knives need sharpening. They’ve never been professionally sharpened ever, not because of the cost but because of the boredom of the errand. If someone would do that for me, I’d be truly grateful. Much more truly grateful than I am for the gifts off my wishlist. The wishlist that I racked my brains to come up with, just so that others could feel good about spending money on me. Sorry but that is fucked up.

The wishlist thing isn’t good for the kids either. If you aren’t very careful they come away with the idea that toys = love, that the Christmas spirit is about asking for and receiving the biggest box of Legos, that not getting the coveted iPad is a reason to despair, that iPads are something to covet, that coveting is even a thing.

But you want to know the worst thing of all, about Christmas? No one in this family is even Christian! I was raised by atheist Jews; I call myself Jewish but I don’t even observe the High Holidays. My husband did grow up going to church but his mother later made a completely break from the church (not sure why). As a result our kids are a bunch of heathens and we are under no pressure to change that from either side of the family. Which puts a further layer of pointlessness on our celebration. I would much prefer this holiday if we celebrated it religiously. I would have no problem going to midnight mass or whatever. If we went through all this wishlist rigmarole because even one of us felt moved to celebrate the birth of Jesus, well that would be fine with me.

Because, here is a thing about me. I am fascinated by other people’s religion. Not just fascinated, but deeply moved. I have no interest in participating in organized religion myself, but I love it that other human beings do. And you know what? People talk to me about religion. I have had so many conversations with random people, e.g. moms on the playground, standing in line at the bank, etc etc, where within minutes the other person is telling me about their church. Sometimes (if I’m lucky) they will get into really nitty gritty doctrinal stuff. And then after a while they mention that they can’t believe they are telling me all this, they don’t usually talk about their religion with strangers. And meanwhile I am eating it up and hoping for more. I would be a very willing participant in a religious Christmas even though it is not my religion. This is true of Halloween too. I despise Halloween. But if it were still celebrated as a religious holiday, omg I would love it.

“Heritage” Festival

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Well it has been a couple of weeks since I checked in here. ‘Tis the season. In addition to Christmas and Hanukah (yes, both) we have a bunch of family birthdays. Plus I work for a nonprofit and it is annual appeal time. So I am coordinating mailings, processing gifts, etc etc etc and it is crazymaking. On top of that, my son’s 4th grade class has been working on a big social studies project: interviewing grandparents, researching & writing reports on their countries of origin, and culminating in a big party, at school, during work hours, to celebrate everyone’s ethnicity. Ok. Let’s set aside the fact that ancestry can be an emotionally-laden topic, for example for adoptees or kids with absent parents. Here is what I’m wrestling with:

First? My son wrote about the wrong country. He interviewed my dad who was born in Vienna — and then wrote his report on Germany. Believe me, we have talked about the difference between Austria & Germany. But somehow he forgot. I suppose if I was a better parent I would have discovered this before he researched and wrote the whole report. Luckily he does have some actual German ancestry on my husband’s side, but that isn’t who he interviewed. Hence the quotation marks around “Heritage.” (Please, no comments from the peanut gallery about the narcissism of small differences. I know, I know.)

And second? Not only do I not have two hours free in the middle of the day tomorrow, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to cook up some German Austrian German dish to bring for the class. My family food traditions do not include German cooking. My mom was a devotée of Julia Child and our best-loved family dinners revolved around parsley and garlic and shallots, not sausage & sauerkraut.

Ugh.

Booking through Thursday: Records

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Booking Through Thursday

Booking Through Thursday asks: Do you keep a list of the books you’ve read? How? In a journal? Through one of the online services? If so, WHY? To keep good records for future reference? To make sure you don’t accidentally reread? If not, why not? Too eager to move on to the next book? Too lazy? Never thought to bother?

I have tried to keep lists! I have tried pretty much every possible way. I have set up accounts on goodreads and library thing. I have bought pretty little notebooks with lined pages and “Booklover’s Journal” embossed in script on the cover. I have bought lovely plain moleskine notebooks too. But I’ve never been able to stay with the list for more than a few titles.

The thing is, I frequently don’t finish books. Life is too short to waste on bad books. I have no qualms about this whatsoever. But I never know what to do with Quit Lit. Should I list them? Or not? How far do I have to read before I can list it? If I list it and then quit, should I delete the listing? Ugh. Now this decision (to quit reading) that previously felt quite natural and organic has suddenly become fraught with difficulty.

And another thing, I love rereading. Probably half my reading is books I’ve already read at least twice before. Should I list those books too? Should I list them anew, every time I read them? Do I really want to reveal to the world what a fangirl I am? I don’t think so.

So… no. No lists here. What about you?

I got an award!

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Liebster Award!Thank you so much Bee for nominating me for this Liebster Award! Ain’t it pretty?

So — I am now supposed to reveal eleven random facts about myself and then answer the eleven questions that she posted. Here goes:

Eleven random* facts about me:

1. I am a non-practicing lawyer. So are quite a few of my friends. In fact some of the most interesting people I know are non-practicing lawyers. I actually did quite well in law school and enjoyed it a lot. I was even Managing Editor of the law review, tee hee. But I had my first child while I was still in school and then I decided to stay home with the baby. I did get my degree and pass the bar, but never actually practiced law.

2. My husband and I were friends in high school. Our sister-in-law was also in our class. Very cozy!

3. I am an extremely hands-off parent, at least compared to most of the other moms I know. I believe my role is to help my children cope with the obstacles that arise — not to jump in ahead and smooth the way for them. My kids have been in public school, collectively, for 23 years. In that time I have only once called out a teacher, and it was because of curriculum concerns, not her treatment of my individual child. I have never requested that my child be placed in a particular classroom, and I have never complained to the principal about anything, ever.

4. I have fainted many times in my life (mostly when I was in my teens) and once had an out of body experience. I also experience hypnagogic imagery and semi-lucid dreams quite often.

5. Speaking of dreams, my dreams are always in color and almost always involve houses or buildings that have interesting architecture.

6. Still speaking of dreams: my dad was a professor of clinical psychology and this was quite a burden to me. Some people get Catholic guilt? I got Freudian angst. I grew up believing that people have secret motivations of which they themselves are not aware; that people don’t say what they mean or mean what they say; that everyone is sick and twisted under the surface. I have mostly shed this mindset, but I don’t like to share my feelings and I never tell my dreams unless they are funny.

7. Genetically I am extremely mixed. My mother’s family literally goes back to the Mayflower, whereas my father didn’t come to the US until he was 15. Three cheers for hybrid vigor!

8. Speaking of genetics, my older son’s personality is practically a carbon copy of mine. It is a really weird thing to see your self, in a person of the opposite gender and almost 30 years younger. However we have a great relationship and I think part of the reason why is because we understand each other all too well.

9. Food. I will eat absolutely anything if it is cooked from scratch with fresh ingredients. But I am extremely squeamish about processed foods. I was way ahead of the curve on this. When I was a kid in the 1970s I was terrified of fast food. You could not have paid me to eat a Big Mac. Still feel that way.

10. Speaking of Big Macs, I’ve been using Mac computers since 1986. At first I was extremely offended by the GUI. Excuse me, but I don’t need a picture of a folder to understand the structure of my file directory. I thought it was so condescending, not to mention messy. LOL, now.

11. Love olives, especially the super salty oil-cured ones. Hate raisins, especially the yellow ones that look like boogers.

*Obviously these are not truly “random” facts. I don’t think any of us would want to know truly random facts about each other. :-)

Eleven questions answered:

1. Why did you start blogging? I blog because I cannot rest until I’ve said my thoughts out loud. As you might guess, I was a hand-raiser in school — not because I was gunning for grades but because I literally could not stop myself from saying what I was thinking. (My teenage son tells me this is because I am an INTJ with a very well developed Te (extraverted thinking) function.) I had a nice little blog 5–6 years ago where I blogged under my real name. Eventually for various reasons I had to quit. But the urge to return was always in the back of my mind. So, here I am again. Finding the blogosphere changed in a lot of ways, but having a lot of fun writing, exploring, and meeting new people. Just wish there was more hours in the day.

2. Which genre do you prefer reading: fiction, non-fiction/memoir, poetry, other (sci-fi/fantasy, young adult, mysteries,/thrillers, romance etc.)? I read fiction almost exclusively. Overall I care more about the quality of the writing than the particular genre, but I mostly stick with literary fiction, classics, historical fiction, sci fi, and the occasional mystery/thriller. The heroic quest is my least favorite type of plot so I don’t read too much fantasy. And I don’t read YA, romance, or chick lit at all. At. All.

3. What is your favorite recipe? Pot roast! It only has two ingredients, and tastes divine. The two ingredients are: a piece of beef (“chuck roast” or something similar) and a packet of Lipton’s Beefy Onion Soup Mix. Sprinkle the contents of one package of soup mix on top of the beef, wrap tightly in tin foil and place on a cookie sheet. Put it in the oven at 275° for 3 hours. Done!

chuck roast

the chuck roast

beefy onion

the soup mix

4. Beer, wine, cocktails/spirits, or none? Occasionally. I am a lightweight. One glass does it for me. Also I am not a sophisticated drinker. I can tell red from white but that’s about it. I do like a dirty martini though. And I like my beers hoppy.

5. If there was a potion you could take to live another 1,000 years without aging, would you drink it? Why or why not? Of course!! Who wouldn’t? Don’t you want to know what’s going to happen????? Why is this even a question?

6. Have you seen any of the Star Wars movies? If so, which was your favorite? If not, how come? I’ve seen them all. And *small voice* I didn’t really like any of them. I’ve never understood why people like it. I’m the same about Jane Austen. I just don’t get it.

7. Have you ever had annoying neighbors? What was annoying about them? Oh lordy, yes I have. We used to live right in the middle of a student neighborhood in a college town. The street we lived on was actually an alley with five houses on it, all owned by the same landlady. This landlady was a long-time resident of the town who loved these houses because of their historical significance, and she cherished the thought that she was preserving what had once been a cozy family neighborhood in an area now overrun by undergrads. So she kept the rents low and was choosy about her tenants. One  was a middle-aged single woman who had lived there for more than a decade. In many ways this woman — let’s call her Elphaba — was a model tenant. She kept her house and yard immaculate, did small repairs herself, always paid her rent on time, and clearly appreciated the neighborhood’s history. But Elphaba had a sharp tongue and a very short fuse. You did not want to get on her bad side, ever. If you let your grass get a half inch too long? If your guest parked in her spot? If your kid left their trike in the alley? She would curse. you. out. Viciously. And she would regularly wake us up in the middle of the night, yelling at the undergrads to turn down their music & take their party inside. O irony — it was not the students who woke us up, but her yelling at them to be quiet. I would have loved living there if it weren’t for Elphaba.

8. Do you play a musical instrument? If so, what do you play? Mainly I noodle on piano and clarinet, but we actually have quite a few different instruments in our house which I pick up from time to time — mainly violin, guitar, mandolin, and uke. All my kids take lessons and music making is a huge part of my daily life in many ways.

9. Do you, like me, think the term “Black Friday” sounds like an evil, Satanic, devil-worship feast day? Totally.

10. What was the last movie you saw? Did you like it? No spoilers, please! Life of Pi in 3D AND I ADORED IT!!!

11. What was the last book you read? Did you like it? No spoilers, please! The last book I finished was The Art of Racing in the Rain. I did not like it.

Heh, that was fun! Thank you Bee!!

Alas, I’m not sure I can pass this award along. I’m so new here that I really haven’t found much of a community yet. I think I will just hold this in reserve for now. Hopefully will get to know more bloggers that I can tag in the future.