Thursday, June 14, 2012

Paper Towns - the Full Review


So I have two updates for you guys. The first one is that I’m on vacation from school for a week, and so that I don’t spend the whole time watching reruns of Friends and old vlogbrothers videos, I’m going to update ramblingsofacinephile every day. And each posting will be a full legitimate post, not the random plugs for halfgiant that I’ve been giving you. So I’d much appreciate it if you give me suggestions for posts in the comments, because coming up with a new idea every day is hard. The second update is that despite having already started my journey through Paper Towns as a review series, I have to cut it short because I wound up reading the rest of the book in one sitting. As a result I’m just going to write a full review of the book as my first post of the week. Here is the review:


The Summary:

Paper Towns is a novel written by John Green in three parts and a prologue. The prologue has been extensively covered here, so I won’t go into it too much in this review. The first part however is mainly concerned with a brief nocturnal adventure with our protagonist Quentin Jacobsen, also referred to as Q, and his neighbor Margo Roth Spiegelman. Margo shows up in Q’s bedroom one night and whisks him away to help her get revenge against her cheating boyfriend and Margo’s friends who didn’t enlighten her as to her boyfriend’s licentious actions. This adventure is a fun one that draws the reader into the lives of these characters and allows us to see Q’s feelings for Margo develop. And yet, just as we become intrigued with discovering who Margo has grown up to be, the night is over and Margo leaves town, supposedly never to be seen again. Thus concludes the first part of the book.
The second part is concerned mostly with Q’s attempts to find Margo based on a string of loosely connected clues Margo leaves behind for Q to investigate. This part of the book is mostly comprised of Q’s stream of consciousness ponderings, which provide insight into the way Q sees the world. Furthermore, the segment consists of lots of setting development, introducing us to Q’s parents and showing us the everyday facets of Q’s life. The primary effect of this setting development is that we the readers get to see what it is that shapes Q as a human being: the way he sees the world, how he spends his free time, and what he truly values (which oftentimes is just as selfish as you’d expect from a teenager: Q often focuses on things that satisfy his own desires far more than they do his friends’ and hopes to see one of his classmates take off her clothes). After Q has thoroughly investigated Margo’s clues, and thus the little bit of her soul Margo allows Q to see, the second segment concludes with Q discovering where Margo has escaped to and undergoing his own adventure to find her.
To avoid spoilers I will not go into details on the third segment of the book. I will just inform you that it is highly entertaining and I read it straight through from 2 a.m. to 5 a.m.

The Spoiler Free Assessment:

Now I was already familiar with John Green before reading this book via his vlogbrothers youtube channel, which did give me a level of referential enjoyment you can only get by having watched John Green talk for several hours. However, I had no clue what to expect upon reading this book, as I had never seen any of Green’s writing beforehand. That being said I was extensively surprised at how well written Paper Towns is. It being a young adult novel, I assumed it would be moderately well written, as it had won a couple awards, but probably nothing particularly special. But no, Green manages to consistently impress with his snappy and witty dialogue as well as his use of internal monologue, on which the novel (particularly the second section) relies heavily. These two things work together seemingly effortlessly to create vastly complex characters and relationships between those characters. Q and his friends feel as if they have been friends for years and Q’s relationship with Margo seems as if the two are rekindling an old companionship. Furthermore, Green paints an environment that matches seamlessly with the characters living in it. Q and his parents’ relationship helps to clarify why Q is the way he is; the paper quality of Orlando helps to explain Margo’s desperation to leave. Additionally, all the characters serve some purpose in the novel. No one is useless. Every character works together to reveal what I believe John Green is trying to say with this novel. And that is that people are complex. And limiting people to single facets of understanding endangers that person’s understanding of himself or herself and works against allowing people to be who they truly are. Q’s constant inner monologue wondering why Margo is the way she is paints her to be this supernatural girl beyond human understanding in Q’s mind, when she is in fact a complex person with feelings and fears and fervor just like Q. Every aspect of the book works to reveal that every character, even basic archetypes like ‘school bully’ and ‘popular hot girl’ are far more than the simplistic shadows they are often portrayed as. A novel in which all the parts work together so seamlessly to convey a message as powerfully as Paper Towns does is, in my opinion, the very definition of an excellent novel.

Five stars out of Five

Things to Think About While Reading:

Rather than end with a spoiler-filled nitty gritty section like I did with my Hunger Games review, I’m going to tie this novel to two other pieces I couldn’t help but think about while reading Paper Towns. The first is The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde, which was fresh in my mind from having to read it for an English class. I couldn’t help but be constantly reminded of Basil’s understanding of Dorian limiting who Dorian could be by Q’s limited understanding of Margo. In both cases, that limited understanding results in creation of an impossibly perfect ideal that leaves no room for human flaw, effectively dehumanizing the character. And while I probably can’t go into the comparison too much without writing a whole essay, it is definitely an interesting comparison to think about while reading this novel (which I wholeheartedly recommend you do). The other thing Green’s novel reminded me of, particularly his exploration of the idea that certain people bring out aspects of other people that wouldn’t otherwise be there, thus increasing the complexity of said person, is a quote from the book The Four Loves by C.S. Lewis that basically states that a person brings out parts of another person’s personality that would not otherwise exist, suggesting that the specific complexities of human beings is highly dependent on the way they interact with each other. That was interesting to think about in conjunction to Green’s book because it deepened the question, “what then happens when instead of bringing out more complexity we attempt to simplify?”

My Favorite Quote:

“I understand now that I can’t be her and she can’t be me. Maybe Whitman had a gift I don’t have. But as for me: I must ask the wounded man where he is hurt, because I cannot become the wounded man. The only wounded man I can be is me.” –John Green pg 298 of Paper Towns

Monday, June 4, 2012

500 Views!!!

Ramblings of a Cinephile has just hit 500 views!!!! And it is all thanks to you guys. Thank you so much for making my blog moderately successful. To show my appreciation please enjoy this picture of me sleeping from last year.
There you go. We're even.
Anyway thank you guys so much. As a reward if you have any requests as far as something you want me to write on, write a story about, or make a video of me doing something then I will do that. Leave requests in the comments. I have finished the first part of Paper Towns, and I will get my next step in my journey through Paper Towns uploaded probably by Thursday or Friday since I'm swamped with essays right now.
Please enjoy these gifs of Robert Downey Jr. as a cat

Friday, June 1, 2012

Paper Towns-A Review in Progress

Hello! So I know my blog is Rmablingsofacinephile. Yeah that's right. didn't know you'd been reading my blog name wrong all this time hanh? Or maybe I'm a little dyslexic after typing for the last three hours. Probably that last one. Anyway, though I'm supposed to be a cinephile, I'm really more an all around nerd, and I've been drawing a blank on what to write lately. So I've decided to share my thoughts on John Green's book Paper Towns (which admittedly I'm a little late to be reviewing due to it having been published four years ago [2008 for those of you future readers! {Like anyone is going to read my blog in the future, no one really reads it now |Man that's a lot of brackets in brackets, so many I ran out of different kinds of brackets and had to resort to awkwardly placed lines|}] However I ordered it from Goodwill Books just last week and am extremely excited to read it.) as I read it. Woo! That was a fantastically complicated sentence/thought. Anyway, so I will share a post for every three chapters I read. However, I just checked to see how many chapters there are and the three-chapter-system may become problematic due to the categorization of the later parts of the book. [Edit: Yeah, the three chapter sequences system won't work because I'm reading the book too fast. Instead, I will write a post for each section of the book, there are three, for a grand total of five posts, including this one and the spoiler free review.] We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Please be warned, this will be a spoiler-filled journey through Paper Towns so if you're like me and hate having stuff spoiled for you, don't read these posts, after I have completed the journey through the book, I will post a spoiler-free review of the book as well. Without further ado, let's begin.

I lied. Here's some more ado. I have recently been watching an excessive amount of vlogbrothers videos, a vlogger series that John Green and his brother Hank do together. If you have not yet seen them then go watch them. They're good. And I have provided you a cleverly hidden link to their youtube channel in the third sentence of this paragraph. Anyway, having established that I am reading this book upon becoming familiar with John Green in a new media setting, we can begin our step by step journey through Paper Towns.
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Just a reminder...there are spoilers below this sentence - either be prepared or avoid altogether.
The book begins with a prologue that introduces the characters of Quentin, our first-person narrator and protagonist, and Margo, the "miracle" that lives next door to Quentin, or Q as he is referred to in the novel and will be referred to in this blog. After sharing his philosophy that everyone gets one miracle, one incredibly unlikely event that happens to them, Q remarks that living next to Margo is his miracle. This sets up the whole tone of the story, allowing us readers to understand that the events of this novel will be fantastical. And  that tone is even further set up through the nine year old Q and Margo happening upon a dead body. As for this section of the story I found myself engaged quite effectively, however I was unsure as to the believability of John Green's provided narration of a nine-year old boy. I found myself thinking, "Really John? A nine year old thinking about the 'circumstances of his [the dead body's] demise?' That's a little advanced. Doncha think?" Then I felt stupid because it was obviously a story being told by Q as an older human being. Upon realizing this, I became aware of how absolutely fantastically John was able to create the mind of a teenage boy and welcome his readers into it. There are thoughts of sex and selfishness and development and concern. It is quite well done.

The first chapter after the prologue is concerned primarily with establishing the setting in which Q lives. We get a sense of his friends, all of whom are independently developed characters and rely in no ways on archetypes, and his school. He and Margo are no longer really friends. He's a band geek, and she's one of the hot popular kids. If I had one complaint at all with the novel thus far, it would be that Green made all of the teenagers witty. Which, though it makes for more interesting reading, is not the most realistic portrayal of teenagers in my experience. Usually they're a little slow and kinda dumb. No offense teenagers who are reading this. You'll get better, I promise. But hey, maybe teenagers are different in New York and Indianapolis.

Chapter 2 introduces us to what appears to be the main plot, but I will wager a guess is going to actually lead into a much more convoluted plot. Margo shows up at Q's house one night dressed in black and wearing black face paint. She requests his help in completing a mysterious 11 part plan since she needs a car and Q has access to one. At this point in the novel, we have not yet been introduced to Q's family, with the notable exception of him contemplating when his parents granted him mostly unlimited access to the family van, which I imagine will serve some thematic purpose concerning authority; though I am basing this entirely on conjecture and have no idea yet since the parents haven't been introduced.

A quick analysis and review of the first three chapters:
Q is highly representative of the nerd collective. He is a virgin who tends to stay where he is comfortable: in the band room. However, the nerd is being whisked off by the interesting hot chick on an adventure unlike anything he's experienced. What is in store for him is yet to be seen, but we can expect it to be the most exciting adventure he has ever encountered, with the exception of his stumbling upon the dead body. Despite this appearing to be a get-out-of-your-comfort-zone-and-enjoy-what-life-has-to-offer anti-introverted nerd story, anyone who is familiar with the vlogbrothers at all knows that John himself is an introverted nerd. So what twists will come to reveal what John Green has to say about life as a teenager is something I look forward to (sorry for ending in a preposition but I've been going back and correcting myself all day and I'd rather stop).
If you choose to read this book, which so far I would definitely recommend, it might help to familiarize yourself with nerdfighteria (the vlogbrother's online community), as the book reading experience is greatly enriched by being able to catch references to the stuff John says in his vlog as well as to a number of things John likely included just because he likes. Paper Towns has so far made me feel really smart since I get so many of Green's allusions. If you watch the videos, you'll get that feeling too.

I am going to end each segment of this series with my favorite quote from that section. Here is this one's:
"In every room, save Radar's, their home was awash in black Santadom-plaster and plastic and marble and clay and wood and resin and cloth. In total, Radar's parents owned more than twelve hundred black Santas of various sorts. As a plaque beside their front door proclaimed, Radar's house was an officially registered Santa Landmark according to the Society for Christmas."

Thursday, May 24, 2012

An Unnecessarily Serious(?) Analysis and Critique of "What Makes You Beautiful" by One Direction


[Verse 1]

[Liam]

You're insecure,
Don't know what for,
You're turning heads when you walk through the door,
Don't need make-up,
To cover up,
Being the way that you are is enough,


Analysis:
There is girl who suffers from self-esteem issues. However, Liam asserts this does not mean she doesn’t have value. She can be beautiful by just being herself. She doesn’t need to change her appearance or personality, as implied by the verb “are”, a conjugation of “to be,” which implies that the way she acts or presents herself is enough to be beautiful.

[Bridge]

[Harry]

Everyone else in the room can see it,
Everyone else but you,


Analysis:
Just because she is unaware of her beauty does not mean that other people do not see her beauty.


[Chorus]

[All]
Baby you light up my world like nobody else,
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed,
But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell,
You don't know,
Oh oh,
You don't know you're beautiful,


Analysis:
The girl in question is radiantly and uniquely beautiful. Though she suffers from self-esteem problems she has a certain level of personality present in her hair flipping. However her shy smiling at the ground betrays her body image issues and lack of confidence. She is unaware that she is beautiful.

If only you saw what I can see,
You'll understand why I want you so desperately,
Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe,
You don't know,
Oh oh,
You don't know you're beautiful,
Oh oh,
That's what makes you beautiful


The speaker sees a beauty in this girl that she herself cannot see. And if she could understand what he sees then she would not have her self-esteem issues. However, her beauty appears to stem from her humility, implying that this beauty is not entirely physical, though the vagueness of the line still allows for that.

[Verse 2]

[Zayn]

So c-come on,
You got it wrong,
To prove I'm right,
I put it in a song,
I don't know why,
You're being shy,
And turn away when I look into your eye eye eyes,


Her self-esteem issues are a failure for her to understand her own beauty. However, this man seems to think that by singing a thought he makes it true. This is a logical fallacy so intense it brings the rest of his argument into question. Putting that aside for now though, he ends this rather week stanza with a declaration of his bafflement at the girl’s self-esteem issues. Perhaps he is ignorant to societal standards.


[Bridge]

[Harry]
Everyone else in the room can see it,
Everyone else but you,


The repetition of this line calls attention to the importance of the fact that everyone else is aware of her beauty, even if the girl is not.

[Chorus]

[All]

Baby you light up my world like nobody else,
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed,
But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell,
You don't know,
Oh oh,
You don't know you're beautiful,
If only you saw what I can see,
You'll understand why I want you so desperately,
Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe,
You don't know,
Oh oh,
You don't know you're beautiful,
Oh oh,
That's what makes you beautiful

See previous chorus analysis.


Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na

Na Na Na Na Na Na [x2]


I believe this sequence serves to fill up extra time in the song, but may also serve to be a repeated denial of the girl’s self-esteem issues in the hope that she will begin to see her inherent beauty.

[Middle 8]

[Harry]

Baby you light up my world like nobody else,
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed,
But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell,



[All]

You don't know,
Oh oh,
You don't know you're beautiful,



[Chorus]

[All]
Baby you light up my world like nobody else,
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed,
But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell,
You don't know,
Oh oh,
You don't know you're beautiful ([Zayn:] Oh),
If only you saw what I can see,
You'll understand why I want you so desperately ([Harry:] Desperately),
Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe,
You don't know,
Oh oh,
You don't know you're beautiful,
Oh oh,
You don't know you're beautiful,
Oh oh,



[Harry]

That's what makes you beautiful


Rather than repeat my previous analysis of the last paragraphs, I will summarize my critique now. Though this song suffers from a few weak points, such as vague points and the entire stanza sung by Zayn, it has many strong point and appears to be working to encourage girls to not fear that they may be being judged as ugly or invaluable and instead to focus on their inherent beauty, which could well stem from a physical beauty or from an inner beauty. The overall message and theme of this song is a positive one. Girls, don’t live your life in constant fear of judgment or being called “ugly.” You are beautiful whether you know it or not.

In conclusion,I think this song has a pretty decent message, one that girls need to hear more often in a world populated by Usher and LMFAO. Also, though I try my hardest not to enjoy this song, it's too catchy for me not to like it. Here's a link to my favorite covers so far, as well as the original.


Tuesday, May 22, 2012

A New Article and an New Direction for My Blog

Howdy y'all. I ave recently develped a bi' of a southen accent. Ok that's not true, but I am in an exstatically extaticaly? Ecstatically? Aha! That's it. Anyway I am in an ecstatically good mood for a number of reasons. Reason number one:
       I have started watching the vlogbrothers youtube videos and they are just so awesome. So they have put me in a hyper static good mood. I don't even know what that phrase means but it is most definitely true.
Reason number two:
       This weekend, I not only acted in a student film for one of my fellow film students, but co-wrote and co-directed a film with my friend Ryan that we entered into a 24 hour film race competition. I'm not allowed to share either of these films with you guys yet, but as soon as they are done you can expect a large increase in the amount of videos linked in my blog. Man that was an awkward sentence.
Reason number three:
        I am now the guest movie reviewer/entertainment article writer for a website called SidewalkOnline Magazine (that link goes to the first article I wrote for them on Why Legend of Korra is so awesome).
As a result of this last one I have decided to write my major movie or TV articles for SidewalkOnline and to start using my blog here mostly to rant like this and to write short stories based on things I encounter during my week. This week's story will be the mystery of what happened to a letter to a dude named Greg. More on that later this week.
     
        So yeah, I just thought I'd update you guys and let you know about the content shift in my blog. Also I just really wanted to express my excitement today. Woohoo! I'll talk to you all later this week.

Sunday, May 6, 2012

The Best Burger I May Have Ever Had


So I have never reviewed food before so this will be a little difficult for me. But I think the deliciousness of this burger is so great that I must share it. So today my friends and I were chatting about where to grab dinner. We had a lot of vegetarians with us so we were thinking something veggie friendly like Thai or Chinese. Then my friend suggested Mick's Karma Bar. Which is a burger joint. We laughed at him then said, yeah ok. So we went to this burger joint (Mick's Karma Bar, I'm gonna plug this places name as many times as I can so you guys go there), which is located in the restaurant section of one of those blocks filled with big businesses like Wells Fargo in Irvine, CA. Anyway we get there, and first off, the environment is just awesome. There are some weird modern art benches around this giant pond and a whole bunch of outdoor seating cafe style.  It feels totally unlike Irvine; it's pretty; it smelled good; it felt like there was actual culture (in case you can't tell I really hate Irvine). But so after discussing and agreeing that the outdoor seating was quaint and attractive, we entered Mick's Karma Bar and took a look at the menu. 5 burgers.
They had some other stuff that I'll probably never try
cause I'll always want the burger

5 burgers. I got the Karma Burger, their staple, some steak fries and a strawberry lemonade, all for a little less than ten bucks. It only took about ten or so minutes for us to get our food, and when we did. Oh my gosh. Everyone at our table had some sort of food induced orgasm. Even my vegetarian friends (you can sub a veggie patty free of charge) demanded we come back. I have had a lot of good burgers in my day. I'm a bit of a burger enthusiast. But this burger. Something about this burger - No . EVERYTHING about this burger was perfect. Amazingly high quality meat. Not cooked till after I ordered it (I know I chatted with Mick a bit after my meal). Cooked to literal perfection. Not tough nor crunchy. All the vegetables were fresh (how did they get tomatoes so perfectly plump and easily bitten into?). Good bread. Even the fries and lemonade were phenomenal. My point is the food was damn good. And then on top of all that the staff was friendly and helpful. Mick was insanely passionate about his burger joint and how important quality was to him. All in all it was just a wonderful experience. The best burger I've ever had, with great surface, and a great environment. Next time you're in Irvine and you're craving a burger, search this up on google and find it. It's worth the little money it costs and definitely worth the effort you have to put in to finding this place. And this, is the burger:


Tuesday, May 1, 2012

The 3 a.m. Whistle: A Short Story by Scott Spears


So I didn’t sleep last night and thought writing this short story would be a better use of my time. It’s not like my usual content, but really this is my ninth post so I don’t even have a ‘usual content’ yet. Sorry it’s still not that review I keep promising you. I will get that to you guys eventually. In the meantime, please enjoy.

The following is a true story. 
Except for pretty much everything after tenth sentence.

The Man sat down in his usual spot. Nestled in his corner of the couch, he began to peruse the web that so entertained him. Cruising through thechive.com's early morning posts: daily morning awesomeness and a low, dirty good time. It was late, or early depending on whether you were waiting to sleep or just now welcoming the day. For the Man, it was neither. See he had been working on a television pilot lately and the invigoration of writing at night had left his sleep schedule as tattered remains. As a result he could not – no – must not sleep this night, if he had any hope of ever returning to a sleep schedule in which he could wake up before 2 p.m.
Thus he began his unwitting journey. For every night since the massacre of his sleep schedule he had begun to notice a reoccurring event. At 3 a.m. every night a sound so horrifying, so piercing, so grating that it can hardly be described within the English language as anything other than a whistle. Every night upon this sound assaulting his ears, the Man’s blood would begin to curdle within his veins so that he might serve as some sort of vegetable side dish for the health conscious vampire.  On any and indeed every other night the Man would have ignored this screech. Yet on this night he chose to act upon the sound, for on this night, he suffered from an incurable boredom and was unable to shake the thought “eh, why not?”
The Man’s search began at the apartment acrossed from his, as he was sure he thought the sound may have come from over there. Though not a stranger to the complex, the Man was unfamiliar with this apartment, so he was justly surprised by the horror he found upon his arrival at its front step. Now dear readers, to aptly give you a mental image of the horrors of this dwelling, if it could be described as such, we will need to pause in our hero’s quest. But fret not, for we will return to the Man’s gruesome tale. This hovel, for it is more accurate to describe it thusly than as the apartment it once was, appeared in a state of complete disrepair. Upon the door hung an advertisement posted by The Irvine Company dated three days old. The windows were coated in a thin layer of dirt as if they hadn’t been washed in what may have been as long as a week. The blinds were in shambles; one window even missed a blind. The welcome mat sat askew on the front step, a corner hanging off the edge, and this author can’t help but connect the symbolism of the collapse of this mat to the gradual collapse of the apartment. To the Man it seemed that this apartment could no longer possibly serve as a home, unless the sole inhabitants were insects and rodents of various unusual sizes. And yet, a light burst forth from one of the windows even while our hero was pondering this! Someone was inside the apartment! “Perhaps they knew the source of the whistle, perhaps they were in danger from whatever ghastly villain haunted this place,” the man thought to himself. He reached out his hand to the door. Slowly gripping the knocker attached to the door, his hand, quivering, as if acting of its own volition, lifted the piece of metal which despite its small size seemed to weigh 5 pounds.
He knocked.
He knocked again.
It was at this very moment that the blogger writing this piece finished his waffles and had to rinse off his plate. The door creaked open on hinges that had never been oiled. A chain caught the door inside stopping the door from opening more than six inches. But even this gap was enough to expose the horrors inside. The light fixture had a bulb flickering, as if screaming in pain and revolting against what its light had to reveal to the world. Mail was strewn about the counter. Shoes littered the floor just inside the door. A spider had begun the insect’s take-over of the apartment, setting up camp in a web near the doorway. Dust had settled on the kitchen floor. After the second it took for him to regain his sanity after being exposed to such horrors, the Man took stock of what little he could see of the person who suffered daily from the poesque environment. He was a middle aged man with brown hair and eyes to match. The same brown hair peppered his face in unshaven stubble. He had the sullen appearance of a man who’d given up, or perhaps had just woken up at 3:30 in the morning.
“What?” the man groaned.
“I was wondering sir, if perhaps you knew the source of that atrocious whistle that invades our humble community every evening at 3 a.m. sharp?” our hero, the Man, enquired.
“Oh yeah, sorry. My dog ran off and I whistle for her every morning around that time cause she’s normally awake around then. Am I bothering you?”
Relieved and overjoyed that the whistle was not some apparition sent to deprive our hero of his sanity, he whooped and ran off without additional response. He returned to his apartment with a renewal in the hope of safety within his life, secure in his apartment, where he nestled back into his corner of the couch and continued his sleepless night.