Past Prologue: September, 2009 – Part Two.

Continued from Part One.

As I said in the previous post: The end looms large, but is still a ways away and down the road a bit. But I kind of wanted to look back a little, month by month, at this blog. Maybe not every single month, but most, if I can. I guess I’m getting reacquainted with what I’m saying goodbye to? Or maybe in the back of my mind I’m always remembering that you have to put the chairs up before you turn the lights off and go home…

And we continue.


09/16/09: Children Are Our Future by Conrad Noir: Linking to the then current Newsweek cover story, “Is Your Baby Racist?” And in the comments section, you’ll see that Peanut St. Cosmo offers a good point on this.


09/17/09: The Post-Modern Prometheus,” by yours truly: I’ve always been fascinated by the Frankenstein story, inside and out. The story itself, the way it’s constantly adapted and how it is, but also with its writer and the creation of the story.

There’s one more post in September of 2009 about this, and I was going to do a whole series of things, just exorcising some of my fascination with everything to do with Mary Shelley and her monster and the connections I was seeing between that and other things I was interested in. The series fell through, obviously, and I never said everything I wanted to say, and sadly, that moment has passed. For now.

But it still interests me, the way we focus all of our frustrations and excitements and failings into the characters and monsters that we create, and then we let them loose into the world. Sometimes those monsters redeem us and sometimes they destroy us. Sometimes they live on long after we’re gone, stuck between the darkness and the light.


09/18/09: Hell Is A Teenage Girl by myself: Speaking of Megan Fox and whoa!-mankind and monsters. Jennifer’s Body was not a great movie, but it was certainly an interesting one. Easily the best possible vehicle for Megan Fox (and for Adam Brody).


09/19/09: Spirits and Sexy Singularities in the Noosphere by myself: This post is so typically me. Honestly, this is the kind of wacky shit that I’m reading about all the time.

It’s just interesting to me now to see discussion of The Lost Symbol turning into Dan Simmon’s The Fall Of Hyperion, then turning into talk of Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, the Omega Point, and a thinly veiled pondering/lusting about 2012.


09/20/09: The Post-Modern Prometheus, part two: Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves,” by yours truly: Again, with the Frankenstein, but also tying into that classic (it is a classic, right?) episode of The X-Files. Otherwise known as “The Cher Episode.”

What can I say? This series, or longer essay, or whatever you want to call it, was going to start small and then get bigger. Instead, it just stayed small. The lack of further movement on it really betrayed its connective tissue.


09/21/09: American Jokes Are Better Than British Jokes,” by August Bravo and myself: Ha ha. This was a great episode of Mad Men. Ahhh, the tractor episode. The British are coming, they came, and then they left, and they left part of their feet behind.

Also, August Bravo is barely hiding his desire to be physically dominated by Ken Cosgrove here.


09/22/09: There Are Two Kinds Of Light,” by myself: More links, interesting quotes, and pretty pictures. The light that glows, and the light that blinds: that’s interesting, and charming wisdom from Thurber.

Part of why I started with this month to look back on first is that it’s September, just like it is now, here in 2012 as I write this, but also because it was just a little over a year after the blog had started. You’d think we’d have found our legs a little, kicked off some of the training wheels, for example. In intrigues me to notice that when Counterforce was really rolling, there was always two kinds of themes to each month, as if each month was its own issue of a magazine or some kind of periodical: the theme that was intended, and the one that was unintended.

I know, I know, that’s some hardcore Wittgenstein-like wisdom there.


09/23/09: Because It Needs To Be Said,” by me: Well… yeah. What’s said is here is as true in 2012 as it was in 2009, only more so, I guess. Enough said.


09/24/09: PSA by me: Whatever. Cthulhu is funny to me. We create our monsters to embody that which we most find fault within ourselves, and then those monsters proceed to drive us insane and enslave humanity and collapse reality upon itself. It’s just one of those things.


09/25/09: Just because we saw this show doesn’t mean it has to happen,” by myself: I wonder how similar me ranting about the pilot to Flashforward is to Benjie ranting about the pilot to Revolution.

Neither of these shows is or was the new Lost, and I think that’s important to say because clearly the ghost of Lost still haunts network TV. They were trying to resurrect it with Lost even before the show was officially over.

I remember reading Robert J. Sawyer’s novel, Flash Forward, and thinking it was interesting, even if it was a little weak. There were certainly elements there to create an interesting TV show out of it, but David Goyer and the rest of the show’s makers clearly avoided those parts altogether. Instead Flashfoward the TV show plays out like the most pathetic of all Sideways Universes, in which Charlie and Penny Widmore are still out there somewhere, and things are just really, really mediocre.


09/26/09: Cosmic Caturday.” Meow.


09/27/09: It’s only a matter of time before we all burn by myself: I really like that Death Cab song, and it’s interesting how music can transform and transport you. In this case, a song took me back to a place that I used to live in, one that only exists in my memories now, and was on fire.

Also, this was back when Benjamin Gibbard and Zooey Deschanel were still married, LOL.


09/28/09: Maybe I’m late because I was spending time with my family reading the bible,” by that fucker August Bravo and myself: Again, it’s just weird to me to relive this season of Mad Men through these posts as I look back at them. The show was always so good about the connection between and identity and a name, about crossing boundaries, and playing with all of those things at the same time.

And Don’s always been very hard on Peggy, hasn’t he? Telling her what he’s needed to hear, as if he’s fully recreated himself within her. I’m looking forward to how they keep her character integrated into this show as it continues, but that’s the future, and that’s another place, especially when we’re talking about the past.


09/29/09: Perennial with the Earth by myself: I really liked this ad campaign, or at least, it stuck with me as a piece of art, beyond it’s creation as a piece of advertisement. The perfect marriage of Walt Whitman, jeans, and the “idea” of America.


09/29/09: Things that make you say, hmm…?” by the always amazing Peanut St. Cosmo: Roman Polanski and Woody Allen. Someone should remake My Dinner With Andre just starring those two guys. Maybe it could be directed by Peanut St. Cosmo, who is always sorely missed when she’s not appearing in Counterforce.


09/30/09: Eternities Of Darkness by myself: The month ends like it began, with links and pictures. But now there’s men and women, pictures in black and white, and words by Nabokov. The continuation of that quote, which is from Speak, Memory, is: “Although the two are identical twins, man, as a rule, views the prenatal abyss with more calm than the one he is heading for (at some forty-five hundred heartbeats an hour.)”

As I’ve said before, my favorite band name (but certainly not my favorite band) is I Love You But I’ve Chosen Darkness, which is just a great name.

And that’s how this month, September in 2009, ended, with us declaring our love for you (perhaps), and abandoning the light for a time to sail away into the darkness.

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I enjoyed doing this, so I think I’m going to do a few more retrospectives of other months in the history of this blog before it becomes permanently just that: History. Again, I don’t think I have the time, space, nor total desire to do every single month, but at least a few more, if I can help, and quite a few more, if the universe is kind. Any suggestions for which month to look back on next?

Hell is a teenage girl.

Some actors were born to play certain roles in their career. I could go into timeless examples – Olivier and Hamlet? Maybe, I don’t know – but it’s all foreplay for me to say flat out: Jennifer’s Body is Megan Fox. Megan Fox, this is your movie.

A short career, so far, of being the half an Angelina Jolie clone, the girl with the bizarre comments on red carpets and disses on the hand that feeds her in interviews, the plastic surgery, it’s all lead to her seeking to be two things: Hot and weird. Megan Fox, Jennifer’s Body is when you jump on that goal with a sleek sort of power.

The plot, as simply as I can muster it: Megan Fox is the titular Jennifer, the alpha high school girl in a small town in the middle of nowhere called Devil’s Kettle, and Amanda Seyfried is her “plain jane” best buddy, Anita “Needy” Lesnicki. They’re an odd match, but have been friends since their were little kids playing with barbies in a sandbox in a flashback that gets repeated a few times, so you know they’re in it for life. This leads, of course, to the hot one being insecure and playing on and feeding off of the insecure one, undermining her constantly, a relationship that only gets weirder after…

They go to a rock show at local bar where an indie band “from the city” is playing, wanting to “reach out to all their fans, even the ones in the shitty places,” and an accident happens. Fire! The club is a massacre, Great White-style, which then leads to the band sneaking off with Jennifer, who survives, in their group rape van to perform an occult ritual. It’s hard being an indie band, they realize, and you really need Satan if you want to make it. So, thinking that Jennifer is one of those all show and no play kind of virgins, they offer her up to the dark forces, all the while a cappella-ing “867-5309/Jenny.”

Needy is sure that the worst has happened to her best friend, but Jennifer shows up at her house later, covered in blood and throwing up demonic fluid. While not being a virgin – not even a back door virgin anymore – something went wrong and she’s been turned into a avaricious demon (I’m fighting using the word “rapacious” that I’ve noticed in every other review), her sexuality overpowering, and she now hungers for the flesh and guts of all the young men that desire her. Then, through a series of so so moments of horror as the demon girl hunts and eats her young male prey, the movie turns into a sort of revenge flick as the sidekick gets her payback.

That’s the plot, and the first thing it should tell you is something that I felt when walking out of the theater: It was like I had taken a time machine back to 1986 to sample one of their tasty treats of throw away horror-comedy cinema.

That, and the Diablo Cody-ness is just dripping off the screenplay to this thing. Cody is a smart writer, and while the movie definitely thinks it’s smarter than it is, with metaphors and allusions and promises of empowerment and message never quite fulfilling their potential, it never scrapes at the lofty goal it feels like it’s heading for. And dialogue-wise, it feels like a sequel to Juno, with some lines a perfect dissection (or perhaps celebration?) at how ridiculous teen lingo of any day can be, some lines being useless (“Move on Dot Org!”), and some almost so cringe-worthy that they’re hilarious (“It smells like Thai food in here. Have you two been fucking?”), but lacking a majority of actors that could handle the material with the ease of Ellen Page, etc.

It’s kind of funny, that in my catching up of True Blood recently, I vividly remembered the scene where Sookie tells Bill that she can understand the new turned vampire Jessica as well as he can because a lot of the thoughts and feelings a vampire feels when newly turned are exactly like those of a teenage girl. That line was playing vividly throughout my head during my viewing of this film. I thought about it as I silently asked myself if this movie is about the “monstrosity” that is a teenage girl’s sexuality, overpowering as it it is both metaphorically and onscreen here, and I thought about it everytime Jennifer and Needy used their pet names for each other: Monistat and Vagisil.

But I also thought of the half remembered mission statement that I saw in an interview with Diablo Cody weeks ago, that she wanted to make a movie that the young feminists and the horny teenage gore-loving boys would go see together. In that regard, that movie is a total success. And if you’re in the mood for just some horror fun, especially one where the girls get to have some fun for once, then you’ll be just fine.

And in a it is what it is sort of way, the casting of this movie is absolutely perfect.

Like I said earlier, this is the movie Megan Fox was born to play, though I would certainly highlight that she’s better at the “weird” aspect of who she is rather than the hot, but still, she perfectly captures the sometimes vapid, sometimes frighteningly insightful and observant nature of any teenager, but especially a teenage girl. Even before she turns demonic, you can tell that her Jennifer knows her way around her corner of the world perfectly, especially when she tells Seyfried that their breasts are smart bombs, “just aim these things and shit gets real.” She knows how to get what she wants, especially considering what other people want, but she doesn’t know her own worth yet. In this regard, the title of this film could not be more perfect.

Amanda Seyfried, on the other hand, is both perfect as her nerdy, bookish best friend, who just looks surprisingly normal to me, rather than the typical adjectives that mean “geek.” Especially when standing next to Fox, I don’t know how you can look anything but normal. But she’s also refreshing and fantastic in this film, getting to enjoy both “good girl” and “bad girl” states, a mesmerizing make out scene with Fox, and a truly horrific instance of first time sex with her boyfriend that, if anything, sums up this film’s combination of the horrific and the naively arousing better than any of the scenes with the demonic Jennifer.

But that said, there’s a fascinating interplay between the two girls during the more rosy days of their friendship, and a playful attraction that pops up between them at times that just feels natural and not gimmicky or as cliche as it would elsewhere.

I mostly remember Seyfried from Mean Girls, of course, and people tell me she was great in Veronica Mars. She’s the real star of Jennifer’s Body and I look forward to and expect her to continue to be great in a lot of things to come.

And then there’s the biggest shock of this entire movie: Adam Brody. That’s right, Seth Cohen.

Seriously, nevermind the fact that Gossip Girl was developed as a series by the same guy who created The OC, how is Adam Brody not getting royalities from that show as well?

I don’t even want to talk about Adam Brody here because I’m still having Vietnam flashbacks to In The Land Of Women, which I think Benjamin Light will agree with me on: Everyone should subject themselves to that film.

In Jennifer’s Body, Brody plays the diabolical lead singer of the indie band Low Shoulder who comes to the small town to play a show with an insidious goal in mind: finding a virgin to sacrifice to Satan. Brody explains to the soon to be dead Jennifer at one point that it’s hard out there for an indie band, that you can’t always get  yourself on some shitty movie soundtrack, and that really only leaves the Devil to turn to if you want any lasting success. Nevermind that the band’s involvement in the roadhouse fire tragedy leads to some great jokes about the music industry and the way we grieve as a commercial society (annoying benefit singles where 3% of the profit will go to families affected by the tragedy), but Brody is perfect in this film. He’s got that bizarre look of an asshole indie rock singer charisma down, something that makes you question why teenage girls are attracted to a lot of these guys in the first place (maybe it’s the manscara?). There’s something almost Brandon Flowers-esque happening here.

But more importantly, Brody’s the only actor in the piece that both seems to handle Cody’s dialogue with ease and almost devours it with a gleeful intensity. Watching his character, I couldn’t help but think that, post-The OC, there was really only two ways that Seth Cohen could go: 1) total suck and mediocrity, which is more likely than anything else, or 2) embracing evil and having a little fun, much as he does here. And as smarmy and villainous as he is, you almost want to see him succeed to live and be smarmy another day. Or, to at least, have gotten a death scene worthy of what a prick he is.

Speaking of the music, I half love the soundtrack to this film and half could give a shit about some of the sonic bullshit that I heard. Like every teenage movie, there was a new song playing, er, blaring on the soundtrack every 45 seconds. Half of it was good, some weird, and some of it is what I assume the kids are listening to these days. Sigh. The poor kids these days. They’re clueless. But towards the end, Hole’s “Violet” starts playing and it felt like the movie really reached a certain apotheosis that it desperately needed to. What better stab at the rage and frustration of a young woman is there than this band at that stage in their career? Neither graceful nor honed, it felt like a perfect addition to this hot mess. Or maybe I really am just that big of a 90s nut and “They get what they want, but they never want it again” somehow reminds me of the trials and tribulations of the girls I went to high school with? Of course, there’s also the fact that “Violet” is off of Hole’s Live Through This, which contains the song, “Jennifer’s Body,” that the movie gets it’s title from.

In conclusion, three things I just want to throw out there: Firstly, this would make a great high school date movie. Without a doubt.

Secondly, I don’t understand women or teenage girls anymore now than I did before seeing this movie, or even when I was a teenager myself. And that’s probably how it should be.

And thirdly, the devil should start a rock label. I bet he’d sign some really killer bands.