Being a geek, or nerd, I'd like to explain what it is to be a geek. I can't explain why, especially since I have no idea that anyone reads this, but I'll explain anyway as a sort of message in a bottle.
Now, I'm aware in recent years that somehow, being a geek is now cool. Some call it emo or indie, probably to separate the geek chic from the degrading connotation, thereby preserving the latter. I think it's popular because it acknowledges and legitimizes human vulnerability and also because there's a lot of geeks in our culture. Especially now that computers and the internet are such staples in our lives.
I have to digress, though. I'm interested in explaining the derogatory geek. The ones that were beat up by jocks and bullies in school since the '60s, maybe earlier. The ones that were beat up because they didn't care for sports, looked goofy in those thick-framed glasses, actually did well with their homework, liked being praised by teachers, watched Star Trek, and read comics and Lord of the Rings. The ones that always tucked in their shirts and buttoned them all the way because they didn't understand fashion and just wore what their parents put on them.
Yeah, those geeks.
Even by today's standards, there are those geeks. The ones that never emerge from their basements or leave their computers for long because they have a raid in World of Warcraft. The ones that talk almost ceaselessly about slightly obscure video games, superhero comics, computer software, and computer hardware. The ones that don't date very often and probably have never had a girlfriend, and naturally are often virgins (I have to wonder if this is why being a virgin is looked down upon in our culture...).
So, a big part of being a geek is geek interests. The sci-fi/fantasy books, horror books, comic books, sci-fi/fantasy/horror films, TV shows of the same genres, video games, computer games, and so on. What draws a geek to an old, badly-produced British TV show called Doctor Who(from a couple decades ago)? Why do geeks like to play table top role-playing games like Dungeons & Dragons? Why do geeks get so wrapped up in online RPGs like World of Warcraft?
There's a few reasons for this, actually. One is technology. The more it progresses, the more it isolates people. We actually become more and more distant from one another. What did we do before we had cell phones? We memorized our friends' and families' phone numbers and we made plans in advance. Before TV? We went out to clubs and bars and we danced to live jazz music. Before the internet? We got our news from newspapers, magazines, the radio, and TV. We watched TV for entertainment. We mailed résumés, dropped them off, and actually drove to places of business to pick up applications, fill them out, and drop them off in turn. We also drove to department stores, malls, and other places of business to buy things in person. We also used the phone book to book reservations and order out for pizza. And we met other people in person and actually exchanged phone numbers. Once in a while, we'd see a movie on a whim or with no knowledge of a critic's opinion of that film. In general, we took more risks with meeting people and buying goods and services.
Another reason--and I personally think this is the biggest--is that life sucks. Generally speaking, of course, but especially for geeks. To explain, let's say you and I are going to play a make-believe game, sort of like Cops and Robbers, Cowboys and Indians, and Doctor for the adventurous boys and girls who actually played together before puberty hit. This game we're going to play will be called Medieval Times. Basically a game where we pretend we're in the Medieval era of kings and queens, knights and dragons, and so on. Now, since I'm the one who came up with the idea, I'll say you get to be a knight or a princess (depending on your gender). You'll be admired by your peers, valiant or beautiful, armored and riding a horse or pampered by servants, romantically risking your life or your family honor for the one you love...
Sounds like fun, doesn't it?
Now, let's say we're playing Medieval Times, and instead of being a knight or princess, I tell you you're going to be the troll under the bridge or the wart-encrusted witch in a cave. You would have no peers as even peasants would spit at you, you'd be forced to live away from people in a cold and dirty place, and so hideous you would shy away from even your own reflection.
Doesn't sound like fun anymore, does it?
Okay. Now, let's consider life in high school. Not anybody's in particular, just of the different cliques that populate the halls of a high school. Following the status quo of high school life, you have jocks, preppies, cheerleaders, and the pretty, popular girls. The preppies, cheerleaders, and popular girls are liked by everyone because they're pretty. Also, many of them are financially well-to-do. The jocks are regarded well because athletic men are sexy to girls and being good in sports means they do well on their school sports teams. Add that the preppies, cheerleaders, and popular girls have some school spirit and this elevates the jocks in their eyes even further. There's also the slightly gritty rebels, the ones that wear leather jackets and get in trouble with their teachers, sometimes cutting class to smoke or just ditching school altogether for a day. There are few things a girl--especially an adolescent girl--like more than a bad boy, so these guys are pretty popular, too.
Naturally, life isn't so bad for all these people. They like reality because they're well-liked in the real world.
But for the geeks, the nerds, and the weirdos? They missed a few social steps somewhere in grade school and they've been lagging a few social steps behind their peers ever since. They're picked on, teased, beaten, and humiliated by their peers just because they didn't fit in the status quo. They didn't measure up to the superficial social requirements set by their better appreciated peers.
In short, life sucks for the geeks. So, just to get by, they indulge in fantasy. And the more in-depth and fantastic the fantasy, the more they like it. It's no wonder comic books are so popular, especially Spider-Man. You know, the one about the awkward teenager who gets picked on, spat at, and made fun of by his peers and becomes a powerful, wall-crawling person who, as Spider-Man, earns respect and admiration from those same peers and many others besides. And the Lord of the Rings trilogy. And Dungeons & Dragons. And so on.
They sort of perpetuate their own isolation because they share very few interests with their less-than-geeky peers. Even if they do talk to pretty girls, all they can talk about is video games or Star Trek, two things popular kids don't indulge in because, well, they don't have to.
You know what that means? That means we're all geeks in our own little ways. Have you ever noticed the irony of jocks and sports fans playing Fantasy Baseball and Fantasy Football with the enthusiasm of a die-hard Rifts player? Or how about girls who follow their teen drama TV shows loaded with he said/she said arguments and relationships ruined by infidelity? Shows that, to a non-fan, would be considered convoluted and ridiculous. Heck, even people who love their cars get obsessive about ricing out their rides and modding their engines.
Everybody has their interests. Sometimes they're given the OK by MTV and other facets of popular culture media. Sometimes they go under the radar and are only acknowledged by die-hard fans of....whatever it is (like comics or independent film). It takes a lot to accept people in spite of differing interests, but it's something we all should do. Heck, if we can do that, maybe we can accept people for being gay, Jewish, Muslim, Atheist, black, or hispanic?
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
What Makes a Villain
First of all, this is not entirely based on an English textbook definition of a villain or even an antagonist, but I'll do my best to provide legitimate definitions. Second, most of this will be right off the top of my head. And third, I've been inspired to write this because of how much I loved the Joker in The Dark Knight. I just felt I'd write an essay for the heck of it to detail what I think makes a great villain.
For the sake of substance, I'm going to include the Wikipedia villain page here. And for the sake of being thorough, I'll also include the Wikipedia antagonist page as well.
And in case you're the lazy type, you may take my summarized definitions here. The antagonist is simply the character, characters, or force that provides opposition to the protagonist, who is basically the story's main character. A villain is basically an antagonist that's evil in some sense of the word.
I'll limit examples to villains from films, but I'll step out of those boundaries slightly in one instance. Anyways...
I've glanced at The Online Film Critics Society top 100 villains of all time, which seems to not have been updated since October 1st, 2002. But we need a reference point, so we'll use it anyway. For the purposes of simplicity, I'll just copy and paste the top 20 right here:
Starting at the top is none other than Darth Vader. I'm not entirely sure he's the greatest, but he's definitely an iconic and solid villain. Sure, there are plenty of movies where the villain is the head of some enemy government or military, and that's a serviceable villain. But Vader excels because he's much more. Grand Moff Tarkin in the same movie represents the typical military strategist trying to impose the will of the Imperial Forces over the Rebel Alliance and our plucky heroes. But that's too typical. Peter Cushing played the part well, but his part was basically the token figurehead of the already established organization that provides antagonistic counterpoint to the film's protagonists. What sets Vader apart is not just the fact that he uses the Dark Side of the Force, but that he's less than human. By today's standards, he would be a walking cripple with an iron lung. He doesn't even have his own voice, can't breathe unfiltered air, and has no empathy. He's both literally and figuratively inhuman, yet he walks, talks, and interacts with other humans in the same manner they do.
As I write this, I'm reminded of Hugo Weaving's Agent Smith from The Matrix, also a pretty good villain. To summarize, the film's protagonists are Neo, Trinity, Morpheus, and whoever else are the rebelling, awakened humans who seek to free the farmed humans from the oppressive clutches of the machines, robots, and computer programs (the last one being key to the whole antagonist part of the film). Agent Smith is not only the program representative of the machines, antagonizing Morpheus and company, but he (it?) has his (its) own renegade agenda which threatens the goals of the machines. Now, it's been a while since I saw it, but if I remember correctly, I think the program wants its own independent existence or something. I'm too lazy to look it up, but I do recognize one thing about it: it's one thing to have two armies squaring off against each other (like the Rebels and the Imperials of Star Wars), but it's another to have the leading antagonist (read: Agent Smith) being just as problematic to his/its own side as he/it is to the protagonist side. Very chaotic.
The biggest strike against Agent Smith, in my opinion, is that the setting is too far removed from reality. Jaws is pretty good because it's basically a great white shark gone berserk. And we know that great white sharks are real and they are carnivorous. Agent Smith is a fictional character in a world so fictional that a good portion of the movie has to be spent explaining it and immersing the audience within it. Granted, the problem with Jaws is the shark is only a threat to anyone living on or visiting Amity Island (and even then, they have to be in the water), but it's at least a commonly accessible scenario.
That's not to say a villain has to be completely realistic, though. Vader is indeed a great villain, in spite of him being made of nonexistent, fictional technology, being a dark wielder of a supernatural power, and existing a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away (where venturing into and colonizing space is common and practical). However, it doesn't take too much to be immersed in the setting to appreciate him. This is what makes Khan from Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan so great as well: the setting is a little distant and nonexistent, but it's comparable and the wills and ambitions of the characters aren't too foreign. As a side point, I believe that much of great science fiction is just an alternate setting that can otherwise take place in historical fiction, Shakespeare, modern day cops n' robbers fare, etc. I've heard that Vader is based on Macbeth and Hamlet, I think. He could easily be a fascist megalomaniacal figurehead of some despotic nation. Likewise, what makes The Wrath of Khan so great is it's like a high seas pirate ship cannon battle between a noble commander and a ruthless pirate.
Like all my previous blog essays, this one is off the top of my head. Therefore, it's very much stream-of-consciousness. So before I forget, I'll get right on to two of my favorite villains in film: the alien monsters in John Carpenter's The Thing and--yeah, you guessed it--Heath Ledger's Joker. I'll try and go in order.
The Thing is a great horror movie (and if you haven't seen it, rent it and watch it on a good laptop through decent headphones, with the lights out, and no outside distractions). It's a familiar premise in horror, but there are two things going for The Thing in that regard: it's a relatively old film and so it precedes many other films following the same premise and also it just uses the premise perfectly. The premise is basically a small group of people gathered in an isolated location for a common reason (like the horny teenagers in however many of the Friday the 13th movies). In this case, it's a bunch of scientists and researchers stationed way out in Antarctica, cut off from the rest of the populated planet with no escape, stumbling upon an alien life form that crashed on Earth well before the transition from B.C. to A.D. This is one of those animalist, brainless villains that's more of a dangerous monster than it is an intellectual adversary (not to suggest the monster is stupid, just not verbose on its own). Those are always fun because it's not like the antagonist chooses to be a destructive force; it just is. And the monster's actions are two-fold: One, it overtakes and consumes a human, breeds itself asexually, and creates a perfect mimetic copy of the human victim, and Two, the realization of this creates an uneasy paranoia among the rest of the crew. This is the only horror movie I know of where you're not just worried about who or what's on the other side of the door, but you're also worried about whether or not the guy waiting next to you is actually human or alien monster. I'm sure Invasion of the Body Snatchers would be another such film, but it doesn't have that afraid-of-the-dark vibe.
Then there's the Joker. And I have to use Heath's for reference. Not so much because I don't like Nicholson's approach (because I do like it), but more because I'm trying to stick to movies and Heath's interpretation at least captured the spirit of the comic book Joker to a T. Here's a villain who doesn't care about mob rule, money, clout among a city's judges and politicians, women, drugs, some kind of honor, or revenge. He comes out of nowhere, manipulates people as he sees fit, and just causes mayhem. I think that a great villain has a high ratio of quantity and wickedness of deeds done to his/her/its reasons for committing them, and the Joker from The Dark Knight captures that aspect perfectly.
For comparison's sake, Killian from the Schwarzenegger flick The Running Man is a sensational host of a game show where convicts risk their lives escaping some dump of a compound from dangerous killers with WWF-gimmick weapons to kill the escapees. And he's doing it for ratings. Such a great villain. Too bad it's just a cheesy popcorn flick (but don't let that stop you from enjoying it). And for contrast, any movie where the villain is the leader of an opposing nation's army who's just fighting for his country is a mediocre villain (low ratio, you see). So is some stupid comedy where the villain is like Stifler from American Pie. Wait, that's an insult to villains. Scratch that.
[Dark Knight spoilers ahead]
Anyways, back to the Joker. Many other villains in superhero settings are just megalomaniacal people completely bent on killing the respective comics' heroes. And when you consider Lex Luthor, Magneto, Green Goblin, and whoever Jeff Bridges played in Iron Man, all of these villains had typical goals: money, power, and killing their respective protagonists.
Not the Joker. He has no grudges. Money means nothing to him. There's no pattern to his deeds. Heck, he doesn't even care about himself. So much so that Batman cracks an interrogation room's one-way mirror with his skull and he's completely unfazed! Not to mention he can manipulate situations to his will effortlessly, such as when he somehow reasons with Harvey/Two-Face after what he did to him and took from him. Even that scene when Batman flips his semi and lures the Joker to getting arrested has an unnerving detail: if you've seen the movie or you're able to think back that far after viewing the film later, you have to consider that while that's going on, Rachel is being rigged to that time bomb and those drums of gas, and Harvey's captors are preparing a similar setup at a location considerably farther away.
Then there's the threat on Coleman Reese who appears on the news where he leaves his fate in the hands of ordinary citizens and gives him a mere hour before deciding to blow up a hospital. And he doesn't even specify which hospital! What's more, he's caused enough mayhem to establish that he ain't bluffing.
The best part about the Joker in The Dark Knight isn't how he kills people. It's not how many people he's killed. It's not even who he's killed. It's why. And other than spreading chaos on a whim, he has no reason. These are the things he does for fun. I challenge anyone to compare the Joker in this film to any dangerous person played by Robert Deniro or Joe Pesce. I already had the pleasure of hearing Gary Oldman say Voldemort is like a Teletubby compared to the Joker. It's this sort of comparison that yields a fun guilty pleasure to those who like the Joker. I'm the last person to rank things in a list as I think it's a crutch of our culture to rank, rate, classify, and categorize everything. But at the same time, stating that a villain is worse than Deniro's character from Goodfellas or some Bond villain says a lot. After all, as a Batman fan, I already get a lot of pleasure comparing the Joker to Two-Face, Poison Ivy, the Mad Hatter, Scarecrow, Bane, etc.
So, if you're reading this and you're writing a script for some action-rich movie that has a protagonist or protagonists squaring off against antagonists or an antagonist, remember that sometimes less is more. We never learned who the Joker is in The Dark Knight. He has no normal identity like Two-Face or Scarecrow (Harvey Dent and Johnathan Crane). We never learned his motives. And we never learned for certain how the Joker really got those scars. And that makes him that much more terrifying. Because the only consistent thing about us human beings and fear is that we pretty much fear the unknown. If you know why a villain does what he/she/it does, or you have some understanding of who/what the villain is or where he/she/it came from, then that removes some of the mystery and the protagonists can use that knowledge to their advantage. But much like the dark, ghosts, aliens, or strangers lurking in shadows, we are absolutely terrified by that which we don't understand.
I'll conclude with the three key factors of a good villain, as I see it:
-Rooted in a setting not too far removed from our own. Or at least, rooted in a setting towards which we can easily relate.
-High ratio of wickedness and frequency of deeds to the villain's reasons for committing them.
And finally...
-Is never fully revealed. A good villain has at least one or two key characteristics that are never fully understood. The unknown should be used well with a good villain.
I beg the reader's pardon for my sporadic writing style. Hopefully, though, those who read this will find it interesting and thought-provoking.
For the sake of substance, I'm going to include the Wikipedia villain page here. And for the sake of being thorough, I'll also include the Wikipedia antagonist page as well.
And in case you're the lazy type, you may take my summarized definitions here. The antagonist is simply the character, characters, or force that provides opposition to the protagonist, who is basically the story's main character. A villain is basically an antagonist that's evil in some sense of the word.
I'll limit examples to villains from films, but I'll step out of those boundaries slightly in one instance. Anyways...
I've glanced at The Online Film Critics Society top 100 villains of all time, which seems to not have been updated since October 1st, 2002. But we need a reference point, so we'll use it anyway. For the purposes of simplicity, I'll just copy and paste the top 20 right here:
1 Star Wars etc. - Darth Vader - David Prowse/James Earl JonesI hadn't seen all these films, so I'll just comment on what I can.
2 Silence of the Lambs, The etc. - Hannibal Lecter - Anthony Hopkins
3 Psycho etc. - Norman Bates - Anthony Perkins
4 Die Hard - Hans Gruber - Alan Rickman
5 Blue Velvet - Frank Booth - Dennis Hopper
6 Night of the Hunter - Rev. Harry Powell - Robert Mitchum
7 2001: A Space Odyssey - HAL 9000 - Douglas Rain (voice)
8 Wizard of Oz, The - The Wicked Witch of the West - Margaret Hamilton
9 Nosferatu - Graf Orlock - Max Schreck
10 Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan - Khan Noonien Singh - Ricardo Montalban
11 Clockwork Orange, A - Alex - Malcolm McDowell
12 Usual Suspects, The - Keyzer Soze - (mystery/actor's name withheld)
13 Third Man, The - Harry Lime - Orson Welles
14 Schindler's List - Amon Goeth - Ralph Fiennes
15 Halloween - Michael Myers (aka The Shape) - Nick Castle
16 Batman (1989) - The Joker - Jack Nicholson
17 One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest - Nurse Ratched - Louise Fletcher
18 Manchurian Candidate, The - Mrs. Iselin - Angela Lansbury
19 Jaws - The shark - himself
20 Se7en - John Doe - Kevin Spacey
Starting at the top is none other than Darth Vader. I'm not entirely sure he's the greatest, but he's definitely an iconic and solid villain. Sure, there are plenty of movies where the villain is the head of some enemy government or military, and that's a serviceable villain. But Vader excels because he's much more. Grand Moff Tarkin in the same movie represents the typical military strategist trying to impose the will of the Imperial Forces over the Rebel Alliance and our plucky heroes. But that's too typical. Peter Cushing played the part well, but his part was basically the token figurehead of the already established organization that provides antagonistic counterpoint to the film's protagonists. What sets Vader apart is not just the fact that he uses the Dark Side of the Force, but that he's less than human. By today's standards, he would be a walking cripple with an iron lung. He doesn't even have his own voice, can't breathe unfiltered air, and has no empathy. He's both literally and figuratively inhuman, yet he walks, talks, and interacts with other humans in the same manner they do.
As I write this, I'm reminded of Hugo Weaving's Agent Smith from The Matrix, also a pretty good villain. To summarize, the film's protagonists are Neo, Trinity, Morpheus, and whoever else are the rebelling, awakened humans who seek to free the farmed humans from the oppressive clutches of the machines, robots, and computer programs (the last one being key to the whole antagonist part of the film). Agent Smith is not only the program representative of the machines, antagonizing Morpheus and company, but he (it?) has his (its) own renegade agenda which threatens the goals of the machines. Now, it's been a while since I saw it, but if I remember correctly, I think the program wants its own independent existence or something. I'm too lazy to look it up, but I do recognize one thing about it: it's one thing to have two armies squaring off against each other (like the Rebels and the Imperials of Star Wars), but it's another to have the leading antagonist (read: Agent Smith) being just as problematic to his/its own side as he/it is to the protagonist side. Very chaotic.
The biggest strike against Agent Smith, in my opinion, is that the setting is too far removed from reality. Jaws is pretty good because it's basically a great white shark gone berserk. And we know that great white sharks are real and they are carnivorous. Agent Smith is a fictional character in a world so fictional that a good portion of the movie has to be spent explaining it and immersing the audience within it. Granted, the problem with Jaws is the shark is only a threat to anyone living on or visiting Amity Island (and even then, they have to be in the water), but it's at least a commonly accessible scenario.
That's not to say a villain has to be completely realistic, though. Vader is indeed a great villain, in spite of him being made of nonexistent, fictional technology, being a dark wielder of a supernatural power, and existing a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away (where venturing into and colonizing space is common and practical). However, it doesn't take too much to be immersed in the setting to appreciate him. This is what makes Khan from Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan so great as well: the setting is a little distant and nonexistent, but it's comparable and the wills and ambitions of the characters aren't too foreign. As a side point, I believe that much of great science fiction is just an alternate setting that can otherwise take place in historical fiction, Shakespeare, modern day cops n' robbers fare, etc. I've heard that Vader is based on Macbeth and Hamlet, I think. He could easily be a fascist megalomaniacal figurehead of some despotic nation. Likewise, what makes The Wrath of Khan so great is it's like a high seas pirate ship cannon battle between a noble commander and a ruthless pirate.
Like all my previous blog essays, this one is off the top of my head. Therefore, it's very much stream-of-consciousness. So before I forget, I'll get right on to two of my favorite villains in film: the alien monsters in John Carpenter's The Thing and--yeah, you guessed it--Heath Ledger's Joker. I'll try and go in order.
The Thing is a great horror movie (and if you haven't seen it, rent it and watch it on a good laptop through decent headphones, with the lights out, and no outside distractions). It's a familiar premise in horror, but there are two things going for The Thing in that regard: it's a relatively old film and so it precedes many other films following the same premise and also it just uses the premise perfectly. The premise is basically a small group of people gathered in an isolated location for a common reason (like the horny teenagers in however many of the Friday the 13th movies). In this case, it's a bunch of scientists and researchers stationed way out in Antarctica, cut off from the rest of the populated planet with no escape, stumbling upon an alien life form that crashed on Earth well before the transition from B.C. to A.D. This is one of those animalist, brainless villains that's more of a dangerous monster than it is an intellectual adversary (not to suggest the monster is stupid, just not verbose on its own). Those are always fun because it's not like the antagonist chooses to be a destructive force; it just is. And the monster's actions are two-fold: One, it overtakes and consumes a human, breeds itself asexually, and creates a perfect mimetic copy of the human victim, and Two, the realization of this creates an uneasy paranoia among the rest of the crew. This is the only horror movie I know of where you're not just worried about who or what's on the other side of the door, but you're also worried about whether or not the guy waiting next to you is actually human or alien monster. I'm sure Invasion of the Body Snatchers would be another such film, but it doesn't have that afraid-of-the-dark vibe.
Then there's the Joker. And I have to use Heath's for reference. Not so much because I don't like Nicholson's approach (because I do like it), but more because I'm trying to stick to movies and Heath's interpretation at least captured the spirit of the comic book Joker to a T. Here's a villain who doesn't care about mob rule, money, clout among a city's judges and politicians, women, drugs, some kind of honor, or revenge. He comes out of nowhere, manipulates people as he sees fit, and just causes mayhem. I think that a great villain has a high ratio of quantity and wickedness of deeds done to his/her/its reasons for committing them, and the Joker from The Dark Knight captures that aspect perfectly.
For comparison's sake, Killian from the Schwarzenegger flick The Running Man is a sensational host of a game show where convicts risk their lives escaping some dump of a compound from dangerous killers with WWF-gimmick weapons to kill the escapees. And he's doing it for ratings. Such a great villain. Too bad it's just a cheesy popcorn flick (but don't let that stop you from enjoying it). And for contrast, any movie where the villain is the leader of an opposing nation's army who's just fighting for his country is a mediocre villain (low ratio, you see). So is some stupid comedy where the villain is like Stifler from American Pie. Wait, that's an insult to villains. Scratch that.
[Dark Knight spoilers ahead]
Anyways, back to the Joker. Many other villains in superhero settings are just megalomaniacal people completely bent on killing the respective comics' heroes. And when you consider Lex Luthor, Magneto, Green Goblin, and whoever Jeff Bridges played in Iron Man, all of these villains had typical goals: money, power, and killing their respective protagonists.
Not the Joker. He has no grudges. Money means nothing to him. There's no pattern to his deeds. Heck, he doesn't even care about himself. So much so that Batman cracks an interrogation room's one-way mirror with his skull and he's completely unfazed! Not to mention he can manipulate situations to his will effortlessly, such as when he somehow reasons with Harvey/Two-Face after what he did to him and took from him. Even that scene when Batman flips his semi and lures the Joker to getting arrested has an unnerving detail: if you've seen the movie or you're able to think back that far after viewing the film later, you have to consider that while that's going on, Rachel is being rigged to that time bomb and those drums of gas, and Harvey's captors are preparing a similar setup at a location considerably farther away.
Then there's the threat on Coleman Reese who appears on the news where he leaves his fate in the hands of ordinary citizens and gives him a mere hour before deciding to blow up a hospital. And he doesn't even specify which hospital! What's more, he's caused enough mayhem to establish that he ain't bluffing.
The best part about the Joker in The Dark Knight isn't how he kills people. It's not how many people he's killed. It's not even who he's killed. It's why. And other than spreading chaos on a whim, he has no reason. These are the things he does for fun. I challenge anyone to compare the Joker in this film to any dangerous person played by Robert Deniro or Joe Pesce. I already had the pleasure of hearing Gary Oldman say Voldemort is like a Teletubby compared to the Joker. It's this sort of comparison that yields a fun guilty pleasure to those who like the Joker. I'm the last person to rank things in a list as I think it's a crutch of our culture to rank, rate, classify, and categorize everything. But at the same time, stating that a villain is worse than Deniro's character from Goodfellas or some Bond villain says a lot. After all, as a Batman fan, I already get a lot of pleasure comparing the Joker to Two-Face, Poison Ivy, the Mad Hatter, Scarecrow, Bane, etc.
So, if you're reading this and you're writing a script for some action-rich movie that has a protagonist or protagonists squaring off against antagonists or an antagonist, remember that sometimes less is more. We never learned who the Joker is in The Dark Knight. He has no normal identity like Two-Face or Scarecrow (Harvey Dent and Johnathan Crane). We never learned his motives. And we never learned for certain how the Joker really got those scars. And that makes him that much more terrifying. Because the only consistent thing about us human beings and fear is that we pretty much fear the unknown. If you know why a villain does what he/she/it does, or you have some understanding of who/what the villain is or where he/she/it came from, then that removes some of the mystery and the protagonists can use that knowledge to their advantage. But much like the dark, ghosts, aliens, or strangers lurking in shadows, we are absolutely terrified by that which we don't understand.
I'll conclude with the three key factors of a good villain, as I see it:
-Rooted in a setting not too far removed from our own. Or at least, rooted in a setting towards which we can easily relate.
-High ratio of wickedness and frequency of deeds to the villain's reasons for committing them.
And finally...
-Is never fully revealed. A good villain has at least one or two key characteristics that are never fully understood. The unknown should be used well with a good villain.
I beg the reader's pardon for my sporadic writing style. Hopefully, though, those who read this will find it interesting and thought-provoking.
Friday, July 25, 2008
My thoughts on "The Dark Knight" itself
I have seen this film last Saturday, the morning after the day it opened. I grounded myself with some skepticism about Heath's Joker, but I tempered it with some giddy Batman-fan anticipation. After all, the last thing I want to do is eat my own words.
So, yeah, it's a fucking great movie. This is worth noting because we're all used to summer blockbusters being brain candy, and dramas and such are contenders for Oscars. In an effort to justify this claim, I'll relate the general formula of the blockbuster as I have been taught (yes, I took a film class once). The formula--or template, if you will--is basically a film with very well known movie stars (who sometimes differ from actual actors), tons of action, and simplistic dialogue. It has to be an action-packed movie because the story is told primarily through visuals, kind of like a music video where the visuals tell a story, but there's no dialogue or anything because, well, you're watching a music video and there's the song. Anyways, visuals move the story, and dialogue is simplistic so people don't have to think as they watch. This makes it marketable to the lowest common denominator, but also to people overseas who don't feel like reading subtitles. And the blockbuster can follow any drama as long as action and fantastic visuals are abundant. This is how "Jaws" differs from "Midnight Cowboy".
I think it was with Sam Raimi's Spider-Man when we started seeing blockbusters that were legitimately good movies with heart and soul. Well, maybe we were already used to it, but we're talking comic book adaptations. Previously, these were only moderately better than video game adaptations (which are better than....well, let's face it, they suck), but I think it was with Spider-Man when we finally started seeing how good comic book movies are made.
So, not only is The Dark Knight a good comic book movie, but it's also a great crime drama. And this kind of irks me because people are saying that if it's such a good crime drama, then it's not much of a comic book movie. This is bothersome because it suggests that the comic books themselves are too simplistic or immature to be regarded as crime drama fiction. I mean, there's a reason people talk about the great "Batman mythos" and "Batman pathos", because it really is that deep.
It's also one of the few movies I've seen when Batman has to deal with two of his nastier adversaries and you don't feel like the time with one is gypped with the time spent with the other. In Batman Begins, he begins facing against a mob boss, then Scarecrow, and it develops into a battle with Ra's Al Ghul and the League of Shadows. It works because the first two are basically stepping stones up to Ra's Al Ghul. In this one, the Joker is just as significant as Harvey Dent and the rise to "White Knight" to the transformation into Two-Face (I'm trying not to include spoilers, but it's not exactly a secret that this happens anyway).
I also have to praise Nolan for correcting his fight-scene flaws. In Begins, it was a jumble of black movement, and trying to follow the fight was a little like vertigo. Here, you can actually appreciate each punch, block, and kick. It's great.
Now, as far as this being a crime drama versus a comic book movie: it's both. The Batman comics are crime drama. When any of these comics are done well, they're just really rich stories of conflict of some sort. Movies like Goodfellas, Donnie Brasco, No Country for Old Men, and so on, are more or less just that. When something is really good, then it should transpose very nicely into just about any medium.
Back to The Dark Knight...I really do like Heath's Joker. He didn't have that grin. That spooky, creepy, skull-revealing grin. But he had the derangement, the apathy, and the insidious nature. I mean, some people are interested in the opinions of this person and that. And granted, I am interested in what Tim Burton, Jack Nicholson, Michael Keaton, Frank Miller, and Alan Moore have to say about it. I'm also interested in Michael Bay's opinion since I read a joke script supposedly written by him for The Dark Knight. Or Will Smith, since a trailer for the film was included in his "I Am Legend" movie and his "Hancock" superhero movie is now overshadowed by The Dark Knight. Or anyone involved in Mamma Mia!, for that matter.
But mostly, I want to know what Robert Deniro, Al Pacino, Martin Scorsese, and Joe Pesce have to say about it. These tough guys who play the typical New York mob villains. I wonder about this because The Joker is the greatest villain, ever. And Heath did the character justice. And it's one thing to hear Pesce and Deniro talk tough and give you a glare like they're about to beat the crap out of you. But they're just angry assholes. This villain is fucking evil and dangerous. It's nice to see a villain that doesn't care about mob rule, or money, or drugs, or ANYTHING! We're used to villains being dangerous because they'll do anything--even kill--to get what they want. Here's a villain that kills...just because!! He's made it clear that he doesn't care about all the things other criminals care about. And that makes him even more dangerous.
So, yeah. Good movie, go see it.
So, yeah, it's a fucking great movie. This is worth noting because we're all used to summer blockbusters being brain candy, and dramas and such are contenders for Oscars. In an effort to justify this claim, I'll relate the general formula of the blockbuster as I have been taught (yes, I took a film class once). The formula--or template, if you will--is basically a film with very well known movie stars (who sometimes differ from actual actors), tons of action, and simplistic dialogue. It has to be an action-packed movie because the story is told primarily through visuals, kind of like a music video where the visuals tell a story, but there's no dialogue or anything because, well, you're watching a music video and there's the song. Anyways, visuals move the story, and dialogue is simplistic so people don't have to think as they watch. This makes it marketable to the lowest common denominator, but also to people overseas who don't feel like reading subtitles. And the blockbuster can follow any drama as long as action and fantastic visuals are abundant. This is how "Jaws" differs from "Midnight Cowboy".
I think it was with Sam Raimi's Spider-Man when we started seeing blockbusters that were legitimately good movies with heart and soul. Well, maybe we were already used to it, but we're talking comic book adaptations. Previously, these were only moderately better than video game adaptations (which are better than....well, let's face it, they suck), but I think it was with Spider-Man when we finally started seeing how good comic book movies are made.
So, not only is The Dark Knight a good comic book movie, but it's also a great crime drama. And this kind of irks me because people are saying that if it's such a good crime drama, then it's not much of a comic book movie. This is bothersome because it suggests that the comic books themselves are too simplistic or immature to be regarded as crime drama fiction. I mean, there's a reason people talk about the great "Batman mythos" and "Batman pathos", because it really is that deep.
It's also one of the few movies I've seen when Batman has to deal with two of his nastier adversaries and you don't feel like the time with one is gypped with the time spent with the other. In Batman Begins, he begins facing against a mob boss, then Scarecrow, and it develops into a battle with Ra's Al Ghul and the League of Shadows. It works because the first two are basically stepping stones up to Ra's Al Ghul. In this one, the Joker is just as significant as Harvey Dent and the rise to "White Knight" to the transformation into Two-Face (I'm trying not to include spoilers, but it's not exactly a secret that this happens anyway).
I also have to praise Nolan for correcting his fight-scene flaws. In Begins, it was a jumble of black movement, and trying to follow the fight was a little like vertigo. Here, you can actually appreciate each punch, block, and kick. It's great.
Now, as far as this being a crime drama versus a comic book movie: it's both. The Batman comics are crime drama. When any of these comics are done well, they're just really rich stories of conflict of some sort. Movies like Goodfellas, Donnie Brasco, No Country for Old Men, and so on, are more or less just that. When something is really good, then it should transpose very nicely into just about any medium.
Back to The Dark Knight...I really do like Heath's Joker. He didn't have that grin. That spooky, creepy, skull-revealing grin. But he had the derangement, the apathy, and the insidious nature. I mean, some people are interested in the opinions of this person and that. And granted, I am interested in what Tim Burton, Jack Nicholson, Michael Keaton, Frank Miller, and Alan Moore have to say about it. I'm also interested in Michael Bay's opinion since I read a joke script supposedly written by him for The Dark Knight. Or Will Smith, since a trailer for the film was included in his "I Am Legend" movie and his "Hancock" superhero movie is now overshadowed by The Dark Knight. Or anyone involved in Mamma Mia!, for that matter.
But mostly, I want to know what Robert Deniro, Al Pacino, Martin Scorsese, and Joe Pesce have to say about it. These tough guys who play the typical New York mob villains. I wonder about this because The Joker is the greatest villain, ever. And Heath did the character justice. And it's one thing to hear Pesce and Deniro talk tough and give you a glare like they're about to beat the crap out of you. But they're just angry assholes. This villain is fucking evil and dangerous. It's nice to see a villain that doesn't care about mob rule, or money, or drugs, or ANYTHING! We're used to villains being dangerous because they'll do anything--even kill--to get what they want. Here's a villain that kills...just because!! He's made it clear that he doesn't care about all the things other criminals care about. And that makes him even more dangerous.
So, yeah. Good movie, go see it.
Friday, July 18, 2008
My thoughts on the hype of "The Dark Knight"
I should point out that this isn't a review of the movie as much as it's a review of the hype surrounding it. I hadn't seen it yet, so I thought it'd be interesting to relay my thoughts before seeing it. Maybe this will be my last bit of objectivity before I see it because seemingly everyone else who's seen it is anything but objective.
To start, I really don't like how Heath Ledger looks as The Joker. Granted, I understand Nolan is going for a real-world perspective with his take on Batman. And that's cool. It is neat to see what life would be like if there really was a Batman (kind of reminds me of Alan Moore's Watchmen, but I digress). So, realistically, I do understand it's a little hard to grasp a guy whose skin is bleached white, his hair permanently dyed green, and his facial tissue either rubberized or chemically eroded to reveal a massive, skull-revealing grin.
But, honestly, if you can't find a plausible way to explain the chemical changes, then it's hard to justify straight make-up. Calling it war paint doesn't hold any weight because, well, who would pain their face white, dye their hair green, and smear lipstick across his or her face to intimidate people? I'd go with a black and white theme and wear yellow contact lenses (which is probably as uncomfortable as scarring your face while failing to widen your mouth). Heck, Michael Jackson has a skin condition that makes him whiter than Jim Gaffigan. Is it so far-fetched to find a chemical that causes a similar effect on the skin?
Let's back-track a little, too. Nolan is going for a realistic approach to Batman and his allies and villains. So everything is at least somewhat feasible and believable (as far as movies go, anyway). Wouldn't a Joker that follows the more traditional origin be much creepier? When people grin, they don't normally show all their teeth and gums. They also don't normally have naturally green hair and white skin. Now, imagine you actually bump into someone that matches that description. You can scoff if you want, but it it actually happened, you'd be creeped out like never before.
Oddly enough, images and trailers featuring Ledger's Joker have invigorated my love for Jack Nicholson's Joker. I previously had my criticisms of Nicholson's portrayal because he was a little old, not skinny and lanky enough, and too short (but so was Michael Keaton, so I guess we should let that slide...). But they put effort in his transformation. He had the hair and skin. And it's an interesting idea that his grin was the result of an ill-equipped (and possibly incompetent) plastic surgeon. But, he grinned and you saw all his teeth. Also--and this is a point I believe isn't mentioned often enough--but he had the glare of a crazy person. Do you remember a year or so ago when there was that international news story about a runaway bride? Do you remember the images of her? She had a wide-eyed look on her face comparable to a doll's. That's craziness. And Nicholson more or less had that same crazy glare.
Now, I admit, he didn't seem as nasty in that role as he does in other roles. But I think that's more a fault of Tim Burton than Jack Nicholson. Take the scene in Batman when a news broadcast features the female anchor laughing for no reason and then keeling over with the same glare and grin, followed by The Joker's intentionally campy "commercial" for his Smilex-tainted products. Yeah, it seems campy, but there's something sinister about making light of poisoning many, many people and flaunting it. Towards the end of his "commercial", he says in true salesman form "I know what you're saying! 'Where can I find these products?' Well that's the gag....chances are, you bought 'em already!". Or, something close to it. I mean, think about it: that means potentially a few hundred people (at least) have keeled over after washing and rinsing with shampoo, applying make-up, brushing their teeth, rinsing with mouthwash, shaving with cream or foam, putting mustard on their hot dogs, peanut butter and jelly on their bread....you get the idea. And he poisoned a few people to death in the museum and at least a hundred or so people in that parade. I know, Batman cut the ropes and sent the balloons to the stratosphere, but not before the people started going nuts and getting poisoned in the streets.
Finally, you have to give Nicholson and Burton credit. Before the movie, most peoples' perceptions of Batman were campy and ridiculous. Unless you knew your comic books and followed them closely (and knew how to argue your case), admitting to liking Batman was akin to admitting to liking The Smurfs. Given the challenges of the relatively inexperienced Tim Burton (Jack Palance once insulted Burton on set, claiming he didn't have anywhere near the experience and clout that Palance had) and this perception of Batman, I'd say he, Nicholson, and Keaton did a pretty good job. Oh yeah, and Danny Elfman, too, because I'm of the firm belief that music helps the movie a ton.
So, The Dark Knight is now officially in theaters. Most people are claiming it's the greatest super-hero movie ever made and calling Nolan a genius and so on, so forth. If I were only going on Batman Begins, I'd say he was a flawed amateur. It's getting ridiculous because there's virtually no objectivity. So far, my favorite super-hero movie is Sam Raimi's Spider-Man (although the sequel is good enough to take its place in my hierarchy), but it's not a perfect movie and I can certainly see that not everyone would enjoy that movie, comic book geek or otherwise. I'm at least happy that some editor at Salon.com has given The Dark Knight a less than stellar review, and I at least appreciate that it seems possible to not like the movie. Even though they referred to Michael Caine's character as Arthur and compared Ledger's Joker to Conrad Veidt's Gwynplaine from the 1928 film The Man Who Laughs. That last point is idiotic in my opinion because the only thing about Veidt's Gwynplaine that holds any salt is his appearance. If Ledger looked more like Veidt in that movie, then I'd be as rabid and excited as the next fan boy.
I should probably justify my criticism further of Ledger's look. I understand that appearances shouldn't be judged so harshly. Now, in the case of super-hero movies like X-Men and...well, I'm not sure what else, there are visual specifics that I can forgive. Sure, Wolverine didn't have the yellow get-up from the comics, but I actually appreciate that. After all, the yellow get-up made him look like a Mexican wrestler. I'd rather see him with a more functional uniform, and that's what we got. I still didn't like that movie, but they at least did a mostly decent job of Wolverine/Logan.
On the other hand, the visual is pretty important. You're adapting a comic book, the only written medium where the visual appearance is as pronounced as that of a summer blockbuster movie. Often, they're gaudy, colorful, and exaggerated. Some of the visual details are malleable, such as the example I just discussed in the last paragraph. But some visuals are so canon that they shouldn't be altered at all. Even Cesar Romeo was pretty accurate to his comic counterpart. Except for his mustache, but I've seen the show as a kid and even I didn't notice it until editors on web sites and magazines pointed it out. He wasn't spooky, but the show ran during the camp age of Batman comics, so it was actually in line.
So, now I have to somehow convince myself to just accept Ledger's visual interpretation of The Joker when I see The Dark Knight, even though I don't find it the least bit creepy. I know the movie is only PG-13, but I've seen movies with that rating that gave me nightmares. Certainly, being a grown man, I'm more resistant to them, but I should still be spooked by a real-world, no-nonsense Joker. And I'm not. Come to think of it, I don't find Bale's Batman all that intimidating, but that's more a critique of his cape and cowl. I can forgive the body armor, so that's no issue. What does bother me is that he doesn't have square shoulders and the "ears" on his cowl look kind of dumb. My favorite comic book visual of Batman is from The Killing Joke, from maybe the third page. It's the moment he walks into The Joker's cell and he's standing in the doorway, forming a silhouette of himself. He's nothing but a shadow, but seeing him as a shadow and not a man is pretty intimidating. Not to mention the square shoulders and almost block-shaped head make him look like a monolith of doom or something. If you don't know what I'm talking about, see if you can find an impressive image of Maximilian from Disney's The Black Hole.
Maybe I think too much about it. And why not? I am a geek, and people like me aren't that different from sports fans who discuss and argue ad nauseum about whether their favorite baseball team needs a new pitcher, hitter, or short stop. I just wish other people gave things like this this much thought. I wouldn't feel so weird and discussions thereof would be (in my opinion) much less idiotic.
Anyways, I intend to see the new Batman movie, and I do hope I'll like it. I just have to point out I'm not going to convince myself to like it and be a rabid fan boy so I can agree with a bunch of people. The last one (Batman Begins) was a good effort, but not a flawless one. I don't think I've ever seen a flawless movie, and I don't think this one will be any different in that regard. All the same, I hope it's good. And I only trust myself on this matter. Sorry.
To start, I really don't like how Heath Ledger looks as The Joker. Granted, I understand Nolan is going for a real-world perspective with his take on Batman. And that's cool. It is neat to see what life would be like if there really was a Batman (kind of reminds me of Alan Moore's Watchmen, but I digress). So, realistically, I do understand it's a little hard to grasp a guy whose skin is bleached white, his hair permanently dyed green, and his facial tissue either rubberized or chemically eroded to reveal a massive, skull-revealing grin.
But, honestly, if you can't find a plausible way to explain the chemical changes, then it's hard to justify straight make-up. Calling it war paint doesn't hold any weight because, well, who would pain their face white, dye their hair green, and smear lipstick across his or her face to intimidate people? I'd go with a black and white theme and wear yellow contact lenses (which is probably as uncomfortable as scarring your face while failing to widen your mouth). Heck, Michael Jackson has a skin condition that makes him whiter than Jim Gaffigan. Is it so far-fetched to find a chemical that causes a similar effect on the skin?
Let's back-track a little, too. Nolan is going for a realistic approach to Batman and his allies and villains. So everything is at least somewhat feasible and believable (as far as movies go, anyway). Wouldn't a Joker that follows the more traditional origin be much creepier? When people grin, they don't normally show all their teeth and gums. They also don't normally have naturally green hair and white skin. Now, imagine you actually bump into someone that matches that description. You can scoff if you want, but it it actually happened, you'd be creeped out like never before.
Oddly enough, images and trailers featuring Ledger's Joker have invigorated my love for Jack Nicholson's Joker. I previously had my criticisms of Nicholson's portrayal because he was a little old, not skinny and lanky enough, and too short (but so was Michael Keaton, so I guess we should let that slide...). But they put effort in his transformation. He had the hair and skin. And it's an interesting idea that his grin was the result of an ill-equipped (and possibly incompetent) plastic surgeon. But, he grinned and you saw all his teeth. Also--and this is a point I believe isn't mentioned often enough--but he had the glare of a crazy person. Do you remember a year or so ago when there was that international news story about a runaway bride? Do you remember the images of her? She had a wide-eyed look on her face comparable to a doll's. That's craziness. And Nicholson more or less had that same crazy glare.
Now, I admit, he didn't seem as nasty in that role as he does in other roles. But I think that's more a fault of Tim Burton than Jack Nicholson. Take the scene in Batman when a news broadcast features the female anchor laughing for no reason and then keeling over with the same glare and grin, followed by The Joker's intentionally campy "commercial" for his Smilex-tainted products. Yeah, it seems campy, but there's something sinister about making light of poisoning many, many people and flaunting it. Towards the end of his "commercial", he says in true salesman form "I know what you're saying! 'Where can I find these products?' Well that's the gag....chances are, you bought 'em already!". Or, something close to it. I mean, think about it: that means potentially a few hundred people (at least) have keeled over after washing and rinsing with shampoo, applying make-up, brushing their teeth, rinsing with mouthwash, shaving with cream or foam, putting mustard on their hot dogs, peanut butter and jelly on their bread....you get the idea. And he poisoned a few people to death in the museum and at least a hundred or so people in that parade. I know, Batman cut the ropes and sent the balloons to the stratosphere, but not before the people started going nuts and getting poisoned in the streets.
Finally, you have to give Nicholson and Burton credit. Before the movie, most peoples' perceptions of Batman were campy and ridiculous. Unless you knew your comic books and followed them closely (and knew how to argue your case), admitting to liking Batman was akin to admitting to liking The Smurfs. Given the challenges of the relatively inexperienced Tim Burton (Jack Palance once insulted Burton on set, claiming he didn't have anywhere near the experience and clout that Palance had) and this perception of Batman, I'd say he, Nicholson, and Keaton did a pretty good job. Oh yeah, and Danny Elfman, too, because I'm of the firm belief that music helps the movie a ton.
So, The Dark Knight is now officially in theaters. Most people are claiming it's the greatest super-hero movie ever made and calling Nolan a genius and so on, so forth. If I were only going on Batman Begins, I'd say he was a flawed amateur. It's getting ridiculous because there's virtually no objectivity. So far, my favorite super-hero movie is Sam Raimi's Spider-Man (although the sequel is good enough to take its place in my hierarchy), but it's not a perfect movie and I can certainly see that not everyone would enjoy that movie, comic book geek or otherwise. I'm at least happy that some editor at Salon.com has given The Dark Knight a less than stellar review, and I at least appreciate that it seems possible to not like the movie. Even though they referred to Michael Caine's character as Arthur and compared Ledger's Joker to Conrad Veidt's Gwynplaine from the 1928 film The Man Who Laughs. That last point is idiotic in my opinion because the only thing about Veidt's Gwynplaine that holds any salt is his appearance. If Ledger looked more like Veidt in that movie, then I'd be as rabid and excited as the next fan boy.
I should probably justify my criticism further of Ledger's look. I understand that appearances shouldn't be judged so harshly. Now, in the case of super-hero movies like X-Men and...well, I'm not sure what else, there are visual specifics that I can forgive. Sure, Wolverine didn't have the yellow get-up from the comics, but I actually appreciate that. After all, the yellow get-up made him look like a Mexican wrestler. I'd rather see him with a more functional uniform, and that's what we got. I still didn't like that movie, but they at least did a mostly decent job of Wolverine/Logan.
On the other hand, the visual is pretty important. You're adapting a comic book, the only written medium where the visual appearance is as pronounced as that of a summer blockbuster movie. Often, they're gaudy, colorful, and exaggerated. Some of the visual details are malleable, such as the example I just discussed in the last paragraph. But some visuals are so canon that they shouldn't be altered at all. Even Cesar Romeo was pretty accurate to his comic counterpart. Except for his mustache, but I've seen the show as a kid and even I didn't notice it until editors on web sites and magazines pointed it out. He wasn't spooky, but the show ran during the camp age of Batman comics, so it was actually in line.
So, now I have to somehow convince myself to just accept Ledger's visual interpretation of The Joker when I see The Dark Knight, even though I don't find it the least bit creepy. I know the movie is only PG-13, but I've seen movies with that rating that gave me nightmares. Certainly, being a grown man, I'm more resistant to them, but I should still be spooked by a real-world, no-nonsense Joker. And I'm not. Come to think of it, I don't find Bale's Batman all that intimidating, but that's more a critique of his cape and cowl. I can forgive the body armor, so that's no issue. What does bother me is that he doesn't have square shoulders and the "ears" on his cowl look kind of dumb. My favorite comic book visual of Batman is from The Killing Joke, from maybe the third page. It's the moment he walks into The Joker's cell and he's standing in the doorway, forming a silhouette of himself. He's nothing but a shadow, but seeing him as a shadow and not a man is pretty intimidating. Not to mention the square shoulders and almost block-shaped head make him look like a monolith of doom or something. If you don't know what I'm talking about, see if you can find an impressive image of Maximilian from Disney's The Black Hole.
Maybe I think too much about it. And why not? I am a geek, and people like me aren't that different from sports fans who discuss and argue ad nauseum about whether their favorite baseball team needs a new pitcher, hitter, or short stop. I just wish other people gave things like this this much thought. I wouldn't feel so weird and discussions thereof would be (in my opinion) much less idiotic.
Anyways, I intend to see the new Batman movie, and I do hope I'll like it. I just have to point out I'm not going to convince myself to like it and be a rabid fan boy so I can agree with a bunch of people. The last one (Batman Begins) was a good effort, but not a flawless one. I don't think I've ever seen a flawless movie, and I don't think this one will be any different in that regard. All the same, I hope it's good. And I only trust myself on this matter. Sorry.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Why I have problems with relationships and women in general
The point of this blog is a bit of catharsis on my part. As I have more or less stated in my little "About me" thing in the right column, I have Attention Deficit Disorder. It is very real and it is very disabling, if not treated properly. I've only treated it on an as-needed basis going through school, and also seeing councilors when I considered taking my life. One thing I have noticed, though, is how extreme my moods and emotional states can be (are those synonymous? If so, I apologize for the redundancy). I can be high as a kite in the morning, and by noon, be depressed enough to plot my suicide. I've had many suicide fantasies and I often wonder if I'm actually partially insane.
One area where I am affected is how I interact with women. I bring this up because it's the area that depresses me the most.
Since middle school, I've longed for some girl or other, and I've always been too afraid to make an effort to talk to the girl in question. The first crush was sometime in middle school. Nothing came of it and I eventually just got over the failure of overcoming my own insecurities.
The next crush I had was in high school, and this girl was much more significant in that she actually noticed me and flirted with me. This girl was actually someone I noticed in church; my mom and I sat near the front and right half of the church because we liked the right entrance. This girl sang in the choir, and when I first noticed her looking my way, smiling, and giggling with the girl to her side, I would look behind me, and point to my chest to see if she was flirting with me. And indeed, she was, and I flirted back. My purpose in going to church was just because mom made me, but now it was to see this girl. Unfortunately, having your mom there with you doesn't really raise your confidence, and when the guy passing out those weekly newsletter things when you leave remembers you from T-ball days and from being a friend of his son, it's damn near impossible to get that nerve. Once I almost sat next to this girl in the pew, but my mom somehow got between us and I never got a chance to say hi. Eventually the girl gave up on me and stopped flirting. That left a cold, empty feeling in me.
The first girl I ever spoke to was Kendall Nathan in high school. I thought she was kind of dorky, but she was definitely cute and I actually somehow got the gumption to show interest in her. That means, I communicated my interest by way of speaking. She never told me flat out that she wasn't interested, but she never went along with my interest, either. I don't mean to make a villain of her, but I don't know how else to phrase this: she basically led me on until I became creepy. Naturally, we never hooked up.
There was an interesting episode in high school when some girl by the name of Sarah S. was sort of stalking me. Me being the weird kid who was afraid of girls, I was extremely flattered by this and felt like I could walk on clouds. It started when there was a discarded world map on our front lawn. It was a thick, cardboard poster that hangs by a string on a hook, like the elaborate picture frames families keep on the wall above the staircase. Anyways, my brother notices it, comes back to me and tells me I need to see it. Upon closer inspection, written in marker is a phrase like "Mike--I give you the WORLD, Love, Sarah S." and a little heart around Chicago with the words "My heart is here for you". Over the next couple weeks or so, I got a baby's crib mattress and then a coffee table, both of which had equally sentimental things written on them. I called multiple Sarahs from my school, trying to figure out who this was. The only one I didn't investigate was this girl Sarah Stolarski, who was a year under me. I was a little too scared to talk to her because I had no network connections to her (none of my friends knew her or her friends). So nothing came of that.
I managed to finish high school with not one date, girlfriend, or attended school dance. I still remember my dad encouraging me to go to the senior prom. I can only wonder how he felt when the dance came and went and I went along my introverted life as usual. Oh, and I'm sure my lack of experience and isolation were key to my multiple suicide attempts in high school.
College wasn't so hot, either. There was another girl I flirted with in between classes, but I turned her off quick when I tried to talk to her a second time. The gist of it was I had some morning class at, I think 9am, and she had a class in the same room at 10am. I eventually said hi, had a nice first chat with her, and went on my way. I don't know how I screwed it up, but I did. I think I somehow revealed that I had the dating/relationship experience of a school boy in an all-boys school. There was some other girl with whom I managed to have a nice conversation, but so much nothing came of it that I considered not even mentioning it. But I mentioned it for the sake of completeness.
After two years, I transferred to the University of Illinois at Chicago and moved into the city, with my landlord being an old friend of my dad's. He insisted an apartment just off campus would be better than sharing a dorm because he said I needed to be alone. Now, I understand many people would've opted for their own room than sharing one with a dorm mate in college, but the experience is a good one all the same, and I was denied it. The big problem with UIC is that the only way to make friends is if you stay in the dorms. The music dept. had its own network, but unless you were a lame clone, you had no hope. I mean, half the guys in the choir discussed girly movies and TV shows (I mean, what guy likes Meg Ryan movies and "Grey's Anatomy"?). Anyways, I remember one girl who was super-cute, and I spooked her because I was so ridiculously awkward when I said "Um...I think you're cute....and, um.....I like you....". Trust me, I managed to make that suave and sophisticated pick-up line sound embarrassingly awkward. Another girl played along and accepted my compliments and conversation for three or four days, only to confess that she already had a boyfriend and was leading me on. She did this because she was indulging in the compliments. She said thanks for them, but it only made me feel like shit, and then I hated her for leading me on and even for thanking me.
By the way, the more I heard girls say, "You'll find a girl some day, and you're going to make her feel special!", the more I resented girls as a whole and thought dark, disturbing fantasies about them. Some of my favorites involved honey and fire ants.
While I was in the union, I had some money, so I thought I'd look into escorts. I was doing this because I was a virgin and this ate at my confidence like you wouldn't believe. This whole lack-of-experience thing was like quicksand: I never had much experience dating girls because I didn't know how to talk to them, and I needed experience to know how to talk to them. And the older I got, the harder it was to acquire experience, and the knowledge of this and the fact that I was a virgin at a comparatively late stage in life depressed me more and more. This is the antithesis of confidence, supposedly the sexiest thing about a man. When I was 24, I briefly had a job in some dentist office building in the Chicago loop, which was some 21 floors high. I took my lunches in the engineer's workshop, which was basically on the roof, but under a glass ceiling/wall cage thing. The access to the roof was easy, and I was the only one there. So, there I was, 24 years old, a virgin with no girlfriend or dating experience, and trapped in a job that kept me away from my passion of music. Had I stayed there a day or so longer, I probably wouldn't be here to write this.
But someone convinced me to post an ad on Craigslist under the relationship section. The gist of it was that I was a virgin at my age, in spite of my being a decent, likable person with legitimate interests and something resembling a career path. I only received four replies, three of which were from girls who were absolutely incredulous that a 24 year old man could still be a virgin. Is it really possible to reach your twenties and somehow not automatically have sexual experience? Yup, and I was living proof.
The fourth reply was from a girl named Lori, and three days after I lost my virginity, I was knocked off of a ladder at my job and shattered my elbow something fierce. I went into shock and my right arm looked really weird: a bone was protruding against my skin in the forearm area and there was a big area of mush where my elbow should have been. But, this is another story. The point is, this girl visited me in the hospital and helped me get by as I recuperated, so this girl also became my first girlfriend. To this day, we're still friends. We didn't last because we knew from day one that we wouldn't marry or anything. Everything that rises must converge, and eventually our age difference and lifestyles just didn't make it feasible anymore.
The most recent girl for whom I've completely fallen is one Autumn Rhodes (I have a thing for unusual names, too). She spent part of her childhood in southern Ireland and she plays something like five different instruments in Irish bands, but mostly she plays the flute. She lived out in a farm area just outside of South Bend and after talking to her via instant messaging programs like AIM, we decided to meet and make a day at a county fair in her area. So I took the South Shore train to South Bend and she picked me up. We made a day of petting animals like lambs, sheep, pigs, and I think there was a llama or two. We also had our signatures analyzed, which was kind of neat. I still have the results somewhere. After the fair, we went to a park area where she played her flute for me and I played my guitar for her. It was a very nice day. Unfortunately, I couldn't stay overnight and the train had a schedule, so we had to end the day earlier than we would have liked.
A couple months later, Celtic Fest comes to Chicago and we rendezvous in Grant Park. I also meet her parents and her roommate in San Francisco (she had been going to school there). That was a nice day, too. She was showing me the world of Irish music and we were seeing performances by famous Irish musicians and bands. It was a great day.
Now, I fell for her online person, and I really enjoyed Autumn in person. I really fell in love with this girl. Part of why I like her so much is because she loves stupid internet phenomena like lolcats, ILoveBacon.com, goofy lists on Cracked.com, plush toys modeled after viruses and diseases, goatse.kcs (or whatever the site is) and images based on it, Talk Like A Pirate Day, the NOM NOM site, and anything silly and sex related. We can both laugh at really tasteless jokes, we both have geeky interests, and we both love good music. I also like how we differ in the musical sense, too: I like a lot of classical, jazz, and more common, popular music such as the many metal, alternative, and rock bands I mentioned in my first blog post here. She's pretty much into traditional Irish music, but I love what I've heard so far. I love exploring the traditional music of a country. Heck, when I took music composition in college, I listened to a lot of traditional Japanese music because I was fascinated with it and I wanted to try and write something in that style, which I did.
I had fallen in love with Autumn, and I made those feelings known to her. Perhaps that was my mistake, because I started to scare her a little bit. Just a little, though. I mentioned that I'd love to marry her someday. Now, she didn't return that sentiment, but she didn't say she was against the idea, either. When I offered to drive way out to see her band play, or to fly out to New York or San Francisco to see her in either city, she never encouraged the idea by providing details and helping to sort out logistics (like, what motels are in the area, what time she would go on here and there, whether or not she could pick me up from an airport, etc.).
Eventually, I sent her a detailed message asking her bluntly if she loved me back, and that it was okay if she didn't. She replied and said she valued our friendship, felt a bit scared about my wanting to marry her, and said that she feels I may only love an idealized version of her and that I didn't know her well enough to say such things. This confused me a little bit, seeing as I knew about her physical conditions, her sexual preferences about men, intimate stories, when she went to Ireland and for how long, how she was received in Indiana when she came back, and so on. She knew similar details about me, including where I grew up, who my family are, my physical conditions, my sexual preferences about women, how I broke my arm in the union, how I joined the union and left, and so on.
To this day, I've only had the one girlfriend. I think I prevent other girls from becoming girlfriends because I get overly excited and I think I fall too much in love too fast. It's hard to moderate, though, because once those hormones come in, it's hard to behave rationally. I just try my best to not be a dangerous creep. I think if I can somehow get a handle on this whole A.D.D. thing, I might be able to manage myself better in the dating department. I don't know, though. I feel like a child who just doesn't have the capacity to grow up or something. It's really hard to like myself when I have such a hard time adapting to the world around me like this, but I'm still here and I'm trying to do something about it. Maybe it's stupid of me to share my personal life here, but I don't care. I've always been one to lay out my cards on the table early on. If I do that and people still stick around me, then I know they like me for who I am. I also believe in being honest with your emotions. If I'm depressed, then I am depressed. Simple as that. I'm not going to bullshit myself and eventually give birth to a second personality (I simply can't afford the psychiatry bills).
One area where I am affected is how I interact with women. I bring this up because it's the area that depresses me the most.
Since middle school, I've longed for some girl or other, and I've always been too afraid to make an effort to talk to the girl in question. The first crush was sometime in middle school. Nothing came of it and I eventually just got over the failure of overcoming my own insecurities.
The next crush I had was in high school, and this girl was much more significant in that she actually noticed me and flirted with me. This girl was actually someone I noticed in church; my mom and I sat near the front and right half of the church because we liked the right entrance. This girl sang in the choir, and when I first noticed her looking my way, smiling, and giggling with the girl to her side, I would look behind me, and point to my chest to see if she was flirting with me. And indeed, she was, and I flirted back. My purpose in going to church was just because mom made me, but now it was to see this girl. Unfortunately, having your mom there with you doesn't really raise your confidence, and when the guy passing out those weekly newsletter things when you leave remembers you from T-ball days and from being a friend of his son, it's damn near impossible to get that nerve. Once I almost sat next to this girl in the pew, but my mom somehow got between us and I never got a chance to say hi. Eventually the girl gave up on me and stopped flirting. That left a cold, empty feeling in me.
The first girl I ever spoke to was Kendall Nathan in high school. I thought she was kind of dorky, but she was definitely cute and I actually somehow got the gumption to show interest in her. That means, I communicated my interest by way of speaking. She never told me flat out that she wasn't interested, but she never went along with my interest, either. I don't mean to make a villain of her, but I don't know how else to phrase this: she basically led me on until I became creepy. Naturally, we never hooked up.
There was an interesting episode in high school when some girl by the name of Sarah S. was sort of stalking me. Me being the weird kid who was afraid of girls, I was extremely flattered by this and felt like I could walk on clouds. It started when there was a discarded world map on our front lawn. It was a thick, cardboard poster that hangs by a string on a hook, like the elaborate picture frames families keep on the wall above the staircase. Anyways, my brother notices it, comes back to me and tells me I need to see it. Upon closer inspection, written in marker is a phrase like "Mike--I give you the WORLD, Love, Sarah S." and a little heart around Chicago with the words "My heart is here for you". Over the next couple weeks or so, I got a baby's crib mattress and then a coffee table, both of which had equally sentimental things written on them. I called multiple Sarahs from my school, trying to figure out who this was. The only one I didn't investigate was this girl Sarah Stolarski, who was a year under me. I was a little too scared to talk to her because I had no network connections to her (none of my friends knew her or her friends). So nothing came of that.
I managed to finish high school with not one date, girlfriend, or attended school dance. I still remember my dad encouraging me to go to the senior prom. I can only wonder how he felt when the dance came and went and I went along my introverted life as usual. Oh, and I'm sure my lack of experience and isolation were key to my multiple suicide attempts in high school.
College wasn't so hot, either. There was another girl I flirted with in between classes, but I turned her off quick when I tried to talk to her a second time. The gist of it was I had some morning class at, I think 9am, and she had a class in the same room at 10am. I eventually said hi, had a nice first chat with her, and went on my way. I don't know how I screwed it up, but I did. I think I somehow revealed that I had the dating/relationship experience of a school boy in an all-boys school. There was some other girl with whom I managed to have a nice conversation, but so much nothing came of it that I considered not even mentioning it. But I mentioned it for the sake of completeness.
After two years, I transferred to the University of Illinois at Chicago and moved into the city, with my landlord being an old friend of my dad's. He insisted an apartment just off campus would be better than sharing a dorm because he said I needed to be alone. Now, I understand many people would've opted for their own room than sharing one with a dorm mate in college, but the experience is a good one all the same, and I was denied it. The big problem with UIC is that the only way to make friends is if you stay in the dorms. The music dept. had its own network, but unless you were a lame clone, you had no hope. I mean, half the guys in the choir discussed girly movies and TV shows (I mean, what guy likes Meg Ryan movies and "Grey's Anatomy"?). Anyways, I remember one girl who was super-cute, and I spooked her because I was so ridiculously awkward when I said "Um...I think you're cute....and, um.....I like you....". Trust me, I managed to make that suave and sophisticated pick-up line sound embarrassingly awkward. Another girl played along and accepted my compliments and conversation for three or four days, only to confess that she already had a boyfriend and was leading me on. She did this because she was indulging in the compliments. She said thanks for them, but it only made me feel like shit, and then I hated her for leading me on and even for thanking me.
By the way, the more I heard girls say, "You'll find a girl some day, and you're going to make her feel special!", the more I resented girls as a whole and thought dark, disturbing fantasies about them. Some of my favorites involved honey and fire ants.
While I was in the union, I had some money, so I thought I'd look into escorts. I was doing this because I was a virgin and this ate at my confidence like you wouldn't believe. This whole lack-of-experience thing was like quicksand: I never had much experience dating girls because I didn't know how to talk to them, and I needed experience to know how to talk to them. And the older I got, the harder it was to acquire experience, and the knowledge of this and the fact that I was a virgin at a comparatively late stage in life depressed me more and more. This is the antithesis of confidence, supposedly the sexiest thing about a man. When I was 24, I briefly had a job in some dentist office building in the Chicago loop, which was some 21 floors high. I took my lunches in the engineer's workshop, which was basically on the roof, but under a glass ceiling/wall cage thing. The access to the roof was easy, and I was the only one there. So, there I was, 24 years old, a virgin with no girlfriend or dating experience, and trapped in a job that kept me away from my passion of music. Had I stayed there a day or so longer, I probably wouldn't be here to write this.
But someone convinced me to post an ad on Craigslist under the relationship section. The gist of it was that I was a virgin at my age, in spite of my being a decent, likable person with legitimate interests and something resembling a career path. I only received four replies, three of which were from girls who were absolutely incredulous that a 24 year old man could still be a virgin. Is it really possible to reach your twenties and somehow not automatically have sexual experience? Yup, and I was living proof.
The fourth reply was from a girl named Lori, and three days after I lost my virginity, I was knocked off of a ladder at my job and shattered my elbow something fierce. I went into shock and my right arm looked really weird: a bone was protruding against my skin in the forearm area and there was a big area of mush where my elbow should have been. But, this is another story. The point is, this girl visited me in the hospital and helped me get by as I recuperated, so this girl also became my first girlfriend. To this day, we're still friends. We didn't last because we knew from day one that we wouldn't marry or anything. Everything that rises must converge, and eventually our age difference and lifestyles just didn't make it feasible anymore.
The most recent girl for whom I've completely fallen is one Autumn Rhodes (I have a thing for unusual names, too). She spent part of her childhood in southern Ireland and she plays something like five different instruments in Irish bands, but mostly she plays the flute. She lived out in a farm area just outside of South Bend and after talking to her via instant messaging programs like AIM, we decided to meet and make a day at a county fair in her area. So I took the South Shore train to South Bend and she picked me up. We made a day of petting animals like lambs, sheep, pigs, and I think there was a llama or two. We also had our signatures analyzed, which was kind of neat. I still have the results somewhere. After the fair, we went to a park area where she played her flute for me and I played my guitar for her. It was a very nice day. Unfortunately, I couldn't stay overnight and the train had a schedule, so we had to end the day earlier than we would have liked.
A couple months later, Celtic Fest comes to Chicago and we rendezvous in Grant Park. I also meet her parents and her roommate in San Francisco (she had been going to school there). That was a nice day, too. She was showing me the world of Irish music and we were seeing performances by famous Irish musicians and bands. It was a great day.
Now, I fell for her online person, and I really enjoyed Autumn in person. I really fell in love with this girl. Part of why I like her so much is because she loves stupid internet phenomena like lolcats, ILoveBacon.com, goofy lists on Cracked.com, plush toys modeled after viruses and diseases, goatse.kcs (or whatever the site is) and images based on it, Talk Like A Pirate Day, the NOM NOM site, and anything silly and sex related. We can both laugh at really tasteless jokes, we both have geeky interests, and we both love good music. I also like how we differ in the musical sense, too: I like a lot of classical, jazz, and more common, popular music such as the many metal, alternative, and rock bands I mentioned in my first blog post here. She's pretty much into traditional Irish music, but I love what I've heard so far. I love exploring the traditional music of a country. Heck, when I took music composition in college, I listened to a lot of traditional Japanese music because I was fascinated with it and I wanted to try and write something in that style, which I did.
I had fallen in love with Autumn, and I made those feelings known to her. Perhaps that was my mistake, because I started to scare her a little bit. Just a little, though. I mentioned that I'd love to marry her someday. Now, she didn't return that sentiment, but she didn't say she was against the idea, either. When I offered to drive way out to see her band play, or to fly out to New York or San Francisco to see her in either city, she never encouraged the idea by providing details and helping to sort out logistics (like, what motels are in the area, what time she would go on here and there, whether or not she could pick me up from an airport, etc.).
Eventually, I sent her a detailed message asking her bluntly if she loved me back, and that it was okay if she didn't. She replied and said she valued our friendship, felt a bit scared about my wanting to marry her, and said that she feels I may only love an idealized version of her and that I didn't know her well enough to say such things. This confused me a little bit, seeing as I knew about her physical conditions, her sexual preferences about men, intimate stories, when she went to Ireland and for how long, how she was received in Indiana when she came back, and so on. She knew similar details about me, including where I grew up, who my family are, my physical conditions, my sexual preferences about women, how I broke my arm in the union, how I joined the union and left, and so on.
To this day, I've only had the one girlfriend. I think I prevent other girls from becoming girlfriends because I get overly excited and I think I fall too much in love too fast. It's hard to moderate, though, because once those hormones come in, it's hard to behave rationally. I just try my best to not be a dangerous creep. I think if I can somehow get a handle on this whole A.D.D. thing, I might be able to manage myself better in the dating department. I don't know, though. I feel like a child who just doesn't have the capacity to grow up or something. It's really hard to like myself when I have such a hard time adapting to the world around me like this, but I'm still here and I'm trying to do something about it. Maybe it's stupid of me to share my personal life here, but I don't care. I've always been one to lay out my cards on the table early on. If I do that and people still stick around me, then I know they like me for who I am. I also believe in being honest with your emotions. If I'm depressed, then I am depressed. Simple as that. I'm not going to bullshit myself and eventually give birth to a second personality (I simply can't afford the psychiatry bills).
Friday, June 27, 2008
Imbalance in the food delivery business
It's no secret that working in the food service industry is less than glamorous. To put it bluntly, it pretty much sucks. Servers (otherwise known as waiters and waitresses) receive a pay rate far below the minimum wage based on the idea they receive the bulk of their income in tips. For example, even in a major city like Chicago, a server may only receive a pay rate of $3.00 an hour, give or take a dollar or so an hour. The case is similar for bartenders. I would imagine the case is similar for other service people.
Delivery drivers, however, only have a partially similar case to servers. Both bring hot food from a kitchen in front of customers who chose to not cook their own food. Both rely on the generosity of the general public to produce sizable tips for any significant income. Both receive the bulk of their pay in cash. And for the most part, neither one receives health benefits, stock options, or time for sick leave.
There are differences, and they are significant. While both the servers and the delivery drivers bring hot food from the kitchen to the customers, the server remains in the restaurant and only walks a distance measured in feet. In contrast, the driver drives a car, burns gas (I don't need to point out how significant that is), fights traffic, and often is forced to park illegally and risk getting parking tickets. Also, there is an almost universal standard that patrons who dine in restaurants--whether they be the cheap 24 hour diners or establishments rated well by Zagat's--are expected to pay a tip that is at least 15% of their bill, or 20% if they're generous or can't do the math. For all their effort and risks, drivers typically earn at most $5 in tips for each order, no matter how much it may cost. I should also add that many delivery customers pay a handful of change or nothing at all, even though they may live in a highrise condominium overlooking a lake. Finally, while servers are paid an hourly rate, delivery drivers are only paid per delivery. Which means, if somehow a delivery driver doesn't receive any orders for delivery, that delivery driver doesn't get paid at all. Even though that driver invests his/her time waiting at the restaurant.
My last delivery job was working for Fornello Trattoria on Irving Park Rd. and Sheridan, which is four blocks directly north of Wrigley Field by way of Sheffield (which turns into Sheridan). Each delivery order has an extra two dollars tacked on, which goes to the delivery driver. In other words, each driver receives two dollars--plus tips--for each delivery. Some delivery customers use free delivery coupons, so the driver doesn't even receive a delivery charge for those orders. At the end of a driver's work week, a driver then receives a lump sum of money which is $10 per day, for gas. For example, if a driver works for four days, he/she gets an extra $40 at the end of his/her week. This would have been adequate even in the days of $2/gallon of gas, but not so much for $3/gallon. At $4/gallon, this is pitiful. On average, if I made 10 deliveries a night (and I seldom made more than that, often made less), I might make $40 or so that night.
Essentially, I only earned enough money to drink and drown my financial sorrows. Just to clarify, though, I'm not a big drinker. So I would only spend about $10 a night on beer, if that.
My current delivery job is here at Purgatory Pizza and it's twin (or whatever you call it--both places share the same owners and kitchen), Risque Cafe. I earn $3 per delivery, plus an extra $2 for some reason, making it a total of $5 per delivery, plus tips. This would actually sound pretty good, if I actually got as many deliveries per shift as I did at Fornello. In a given week, I might get a whopping four deliveries. Four, per week. Compare that to ten, per day, at the old place. And at other places, I've heard of delivery drivers making between fifteen and twenty deliveries a shift. If I received that many deliveries, I might even be able to afford to live in the city again!
Unfortunately, the owners refuse to drop off delivery menus in the lobbies of high-rise buildings and apartment mailboxes. Apparently, there's a law against this, although it's never enforced. Fornello spread menus like this all the time, and they've been in business for a good fifteen years or more. Oh, we have a poster on the roof that's in plain view of the el train riders. But who remembers the ads they see while riding the el? What's more, people who ride the el typically don't live very close to the restaurant, which means if they did order from us, they'd be too far away to make it matter. [Note: Fornello has no delivery radius, so many deliveries would take upwards 45 minutes, just to get to the customer's residence. This means fewer deliveries in a shift, less money for the driver, and more gas being burned.]
If you're reading this, and you order food for delivery, I'd like you to consider my proposed tipping standard for delivery:
-Like servers in a restaurant, each driver should receive at least 15% in tips for the order.
-If the weather is really crappy, or there's a nearby event in progress (like a gay pride parade, street festival, ball game, or apocalypse), the driver should receive at least 20% for each order.
-If the driver gets mugged, a parking ticket, carjacked, or has his/her car towed, you should go above and beyond and either offer an incredibly generous tip or something unusually good. I'll leave this to your imagination, and it can include sharing part of your dinner with the driver, a shot of whiskey (or whisky, or bourbon), or a sexual favor, just to get the creative juices flowing.
I hope you find this post informative and I hope it makes you think about how service people get screwed in our society. Who knows? If you think hard enough, you might find someone else who has it bad in some aspect of the service industry.
Delivery drivers, however, only have a partially similar case to servers. Both bring hot food from a kitchen in front of customers who chose to not cook their own food. Both rely on the generosity of the general public to produce sizable tips for any significant income. Both receive the bulk of their pay in cash. And for the most part, neither one receives health benefits, stock options, or time for sick leave.
There are differences, and they are significant. While both the servers and the delivery drivers bring hot food from the kitchen to the customers, the server remains in the restaurant and only walks a distance measured in feet. In contrast, the driver drives a car, burns gas (I don't need to point out how significant that is), fights traffic, and often is forced to park illegally and risk getting parking tickets. Also, there is an almost universal standard that patrons who dine in restaurants--whether they be the cheap 24 hour diners or establishments rated well by Zagat's--are expected to pay a tip that is at least 15% of their bill, or 20% if they're generous or can't do the math. For all their effort and risks, drivers typically earn at most $5 in tips for each order, no matter how much it may cost. I should also add that many delivery customers pay a handful of change or nothing at all, even though they may live in a highrise condominium overlooking a lake. Finally, while servers are paid an hourly rate, delivery drivers are only paid per delivery. Which means, if somehow a delivery driver doesn't receive any orders for delivery, that delivery driver doesn't get paid at all. Even though that driver invests his/her time waiting at the restaurant.
My last delivery job was working for Fornello Trattoria on Irving Park Rd. and Sheridan, which is four blocks directly north of Wrigley Field by way of Sheffield (which turns into Sheridan). Each delivery order has an extra two dollars tacked on, which goes to the delivery driver. In other words, each driver receives two dollars--plus tips--for each delivery. Some delivery customers use free delivery coupons, so the driver doesn't even receive a delivery charge for those orders. At the end of a driver's work week, a driver then receives a lump sum of money which is $10 per day, for gas. For example, if a driver works for four days, he/she gets an extra $40 at the end of his/her week. This would have been adequate even in the days of $2/gallon of gas, but not so much for $3/gallon. At $4/gallon, this is pitiful. On average, if I made 10 deliveries a night (and I seldom made more than that, often made less), I might make $40 or so that night.
Essentially, I only earned enough money to drink and drown my financial sorrows. Just to clarify, though, I'm not a big drinker. So I would only spend about $10 a night on beer, if that.
My current delivery job is here at Purgatory Pizza and it's twin (or whatever you call it--both places share the same owners and kitchen), Risque Cafe. I earn $3 per delivery, plus an extra $2 for some reason, making it a total of $5 per delivery, plus tips. This would actually sound pretty good, if I actually got as many deliveries per shift as I did at Fornello. In a given week, I might get a whopping four deliveries. Four, per week. Compare that to ten, per day, at the old place. And at other places, I've heard of delivery drivers making between fifteen and twenty deliveries a shift. If I received that many deliveries, I might even be able to afford to live in the city again!
Unfortunately, the owners refuse to drop off delivery menus in the lobbies of high-rise buildings and apartment mailboxes. Apparently, there's a law against this, although it's never enforced. Fornello spread menus like this all the time, and they've been in business for a good fifteen years or more. Oh, we have a poster on the roof that's in plain view of the el train riders. But who remembers the ads they see while riding the el? What's more, people who ride the el typically don't live very close to the restaurant, which means if they did order from us, they'd be too far away to make it matter. [Note: Fornello has no delivery radius, so many deliveries would take upwards 45 minutes, just to get to the customer's residence. This means fewer deliveries in a shift, less money for the driver, and more gas being burned.]
If you're reading this, and you order food for delivery, I'd like you to consider my proposed tipping standard for delivery:
-Like servers in a restaurant, each driver should receive at least 15% in tips for the order.
-If the weather is really crappy, or there's a nearby event in progress (like a gay pride parade, street festival, ball game, or apocalypse), the driver should receive at least 20% for each order.
-If the driver gets mugged, a parking ticket, carjacked, or has his/her car towed, you should go above and beyond and either offer an incredibly generous tip or something unusually good. I'll leave this to your imagination, and it can include sharing part of your dinner with the driver, a shot of whiskey (or whisky, or bourbon), or a sexual favor, just to get the creative juices flowing.
I hope you find this post informative and I hope it makes you think about how service people get screwed in our society. Who knows? If you think hard enough, you might find someone else who has it bad in some aspect of the service industry.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Look at me! I made a blog!
Wow, this is exciting! I'm experiencing a sensation of awe!
My real name is Mike and I started this blog for a number of reasons:
-I'm done with college and I want to explore a possible career in writing, but I didn't take the necessary internships while I was a student and so I hope this will eventually look good to potential employers.
-I like to think and observe the world around me and it's nice to have a place to read my thoughts. That said, I wonder if we're one step closer to manufacturing the human consciousness by way of blogs revealing our subconsciousness?
-It gives me power, and soon I will rule the world.
-I'm bored and it gives me something to do while I look for work.
I suppose I should explain who I am as well. I'm twenty-seven years old and I finished college just a few months ago. I would have finished sooner had my dad backed off when he insisted I join the IUOE (union of HVAC-related engineers). I absolutely hated it, and when I was knocked off of a ladder and had my arm shattered, I sort of took that as my cue to leave for good. There's no injury like irreparable damage, eh? And to give you an idea of what kind of guy my dad is, even as I was recuperating with my broken arm in the hospital, he visited me frequently to not only stop me from injecting pain killers in my IV, but also to tell me why the union is so great.
Why am I against the union? Actually, I admire unions; it's just that I'm a musician. I've studied music since I was six or eight. I mean, I went from studying Wagner, Debussy, and Stravinsky to sitting in a dank basement with a tattooed brute regaling me with tales of him starting bar fights and going to prison while drinking sink water coffee. I even majored in music when I went to college (U. of Illinois at Chicago).
You probably guessed that, as a musician, I play an instrument. I started playing piano when I was eight and, at thirteen, I picked up the guitar. I basically learned tablature and practiced out of magazines until I went to a family function and saw my cousins play along to Dream Theater's "Metropolis Pt. 1" verbatim. I was inspired to take serious lessons after that, and my teacher schooled me in the ways of classical guitar. As a result, I keep the nails on my right hand long and filed; the pinky nail on that hand and the nails on my left are all kept short. I eventually took jazz lessons for a while, too. While recuperating with my arm in a sling, I decided to take acting lessons because, well, you don't need a functioning right arm as much for acting as you do for music.
If I'm talking about my being a musician, I should probably name the bands I like. I think it's safe to say there's probably only four people on this planet with the same tastes as me. I've loved Billy Joel for as long as I can remember, but through my brother Matt, I got into Def Leppard, Guns n' Roses, Metallica, Van Halen, Anthrax, Megadeth, King Diamond, Mercyful Fate, and Judas Priest. Later, I got myself into Iron Maiden, Ozzy, Dream Theater, Garbage, Alice in Chains, and Eric Clapton. Oh, and through my classical studies, I got into Mozart, J. S. Bach, Beethoven, Fernando Sor, Isaac Albeniz, Nikita Koshkin, and I forget who else. Gotta give props to Berlioz, Debussy, Stravinsky, and Schoenberg, though. In college, I got into Oingo Boingo, David Bowie, The Cure, Depeche Mode, King Crimson, Spock's Beard, Porcupine Tree, Steve Vai, Joe Satriani, surf music, Iggy and the Stooges, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Talking Heads, Squeeze, Crowded House, Split Enz, Sonata Arctica, Nightwish (up to when they fired Tarja, the bastards), and probably a few other bands. Jazz rocks my world, too. I especially like the bebop era because that's when musicians bled, sweat, and cried to create art for the moment. Oh yeah, and Muse rocks my socks, too, although they do a good job of inspiring me to consider giving up music altogether.
I highly think Oingo Boingo is WAY underrated, though! I mean, c'mon, Danny Elfman's old band? Do you think all their songs sounded like "Weird Science"? Some of their stuff is the most touching, humanistic music I've ever heard, and some of it is some of the most insidious, wicked sounding stuff I've heard (and I've heard King Diamond).
Maybe my writing style seems somewhat formal. Even so, I do like silliness. I love cats because they have pointy ears, pointy noses, they're covered in fur, they have four feet and no hands, and they're perpetually confused. Also, when a dog barks, it just wants to get someone's attention and make noise. When a cat meows, it's actually trying to enunciate a word laden with emotional subtext. That just makes them all the more hilarious. Oh, and they're mature enough to be low maintenance. I also like silly internet crap like Talk Like a Pirate Day. If and when I ever get married, it'll be on that day (assuming I can somehow convince a girl to be my bride).
As far as religion goes, I was baptized Roman Catholic, but I'm basically an agnostic. When I went to church for the last year or so that I went, I only did so to flirt with the girl in the choir. Sadly, attending mass with my mom made it difficult to go up and say hi.
Politically, I'm left of center. My views of democrats and republicans are sort of like this: both sides actually think of the same things. It's just when democrats say "We should take military action against Al-Quaeda", they're doing so over beers in a bar and adding "We should just nuke the whole Middle East! We did that to Japan, and now they love us!" in their drunken states. Republicans, it seems, think the same way when they're sober and addressing rooms of reporters. When democrats are sober, they realize that glib plans for retaliation should be thought over carefully while other, less war-inspired options, are considered. Well, this is how the sides compare and contrast in terms of dealing with terrorists in the Middle East, anyway.
You might have guessed that I'm a bit of a dork who likes comic books, horror movies, video games, foreign and indie films, and using proper grammar and spelling. I can't help it. I mean, accuracy prevents confusion and degradation of our language. Also, I seem to have a knack for spelling well (I did win a spelling bee in the third grade. Came in third the following two years, though). This also means I'm socially inept: I didn't go on any dates or dances in high school and I only lost my virginity after placing an ad in Craigslist going for broke. Thankfully, the one legitimate reply to that ad is still a close and dear friend to this day.
Finally, I should point out that I have A.D.D. I don't include the "H" because, while I was hyper enough as a kid to power a city block in Las Vegas, I've become quite docile in high school and I hadn't gotten any more energetic since then. This post is mostly stream of consciousness, if you couldn't tell already. I still don't really know why I'm doing this, but all too often I tell myself "why should I do this?" to only later look back and say "I should've done something". So, here I am, probably a decade or so too late.
My real name is Mike and I started this blog for a number of reasons:
-I'm done with college and I want to explore a possible career in writing, but I didn't take the necessary internships while I was a student and so I hope this will eventually look good to potential employers.
-I like to think and observe the world around me and it's nice to have a place to read my thoughts. That said, I wonder if we're one step closer to manufacturing the human consciousness by way of blogs revealing our subconsciousness?
-It gives me power, and soon I will rule the world.
-I'm bored and it gives me something to do while I look for work.
I suppose I should explain who I am as well. I'm twenty-seven years old and I finished college just a few months ago. I would have finished sooner had my dad backed off when he insisted I join the IUOE (union of HVAC-related engineers). I absolutely hated it, and when I was knocked off of a ladder and had my arm shattered, I sort of took that as my cue to leave for good. There's no injury like irreparable damage, eh? And to give you an idea of what kind of guy my dad is, even as I was recuperating with my broken arm in the hospital, he visited me frequently to not only stop me from injecting pain killers in my IV, but also to tell me why the union is so great.
Why am I against the union? Actually, I admire unions; it's just that I'm a musician. I've studied music since I was six or eight. I mean, I went from studying Wagner, Debussy, and Stravinsky to sitting in a dank basement with a tattooed brute regaling me with tales of him starting bar fights and going to prison while drinking sink water coffee. I even majored in music when I went to college (U. of Illinois at Chicago).
You probably guessed that, as a musician, I play an instrument. I started playing piano when I was eight and, at thirteen, I picked up the guitar. I basically learned tablature and practiced out of magazines until I went to a family function and saw my cousins play along to Dream Theater's "Metropolis Pt. 1" verbatim. I was inspired to take serious lessons after that, and my teacher schooled me in the ways of classical guitar. As a result, I keep the nails on my right hand long and filed; the pinky nail on that hand and the nails on my left are all kept short. I eventually took jazz lessons for a while, too. While recuperating with my arm in a sling, I decided to take acting lessons because, well, you don't need a functioning right arm as much for acting as you do for music.
If I'm talking about my being a musician, I should probably name the bands I like. I think it's safe to say there's probably only four people on this planet with the same tastes as me. I've loved Billy Joel for as long as I can remember, but through my brother Matt, I got into Def Leppard, Guns n' Roses, Metallica, Van Halen, Anthrax, Megadeth, King Diamond, Mercyful Fate, and Judas Priest. Later, I got myself into Iron Maiden, Ozzy, Dream Theater, Garbage, Alice in Chains, and Eric Clapton. Oh, and through my classical studies, I got into Mozart, J. S. Bach, Beethoven, Fernando Sor, Isaac Albeniz, Nikita Koshkin, and I forget who else. Gotta give props to Berlioz, Debussy, Stravinsky, and Schoenberg, though. In college, I got into Oingo Boingo, David Bowie, The Cure, Depeche Mode, King Crimson, Spock's Beard, Porcupine Tree, Steve Vai, Joe Satriani, surf music, Iggy and the Stooges, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Talking Heads, Squeeze, Crowded House, Split Enz, Sonata Arctica, Nightwish (up to when they fired Tarja, the bastards), and probably a few other bands. Jazz rocks my world, too. I especially like the bebop era because that's when musicians bled, sweat, and cried to create art for the moment. Oh yeah, and Muse rocks my socks, too, although they do a good job of inspiring me to consider giving up music altogether.
I highly think Oingo Boingo is WAY underrated, though! I mean, c'mon, Danny Elfman's old band? Do you think all their songs sounded like "Weird Science"? Some of their stuff is the most touching, humanistic music I've ever heard, and some of it is some of the most insidious, wicked sounding stuff I've heard (and I've heard King Diamond).
Maybe my writing style seems somewhat formal. Even so, I do like silliness. I love cats because they have pointy ears, pointy noses, they're covered in fur, they have four feet and no hands, and they're perpetually confused. Also, when a dog barks, it just wants to get someone's attention and make noise. When a cat meows, it's actually trying to enunciate a word laden with emotional subtext. That just makes them all the more hilarious. Oh, and they're mature enough to be low maintenance. I also like silly internet crap like Talk Like a Pirate Day. If and when I ever get married, it'll be on that day (assuming I can somehow convince a girl to be my bride).
As far as religion goes, I was baptized Roman Catholic, but I'm basically an agnostic. When I went to church for the last year or so that I went, I only did so to flirt with the girl in the choir. Sadly, attending mass with my mom made it difficult to go up and say hi.
Politically, I'm left of center. My views of democrats and republicans are sort of like this: both sides actually think of the same things. It's just when democrats say "We should take military action against Al-Quaeda", they're doing so over beers in a bar and adding "We should just nuke the whole Middle East! We did that to Japan, and now they love us!" in their drunken states. Republicans, it seems, think the same way when they're sober and addressing rooms of reporters. When democrats are sober, they realize that glib plans for retaliation should be thought over carefully while other, less war-inspired options, are considered. Well, this is how the sides compare and contrast in terms of dealing with terrorists in the Middle East, anyway.
You might have guessed that I'm a bit of a dork who likes comic books, horror movies, video games, foreign and indie films, and using proper grammar and spelling. I can't help it. I mean, accuracy prevents confusion and degradation of our language. Also, I seem to have a knack for spelling well (I did win a spelling bee in the third grade. Came in third the following two years, though). This also means I'm socially inept: I didn't go on any dates or dances in high school and I only lost my virginity after placing an ad in Craigslist going for broke. Thankfully, the one legitimate reply to that ad is still a close and dear friend to this day.
Finally, I should point out that I have A.D.D. I don't include the "H" because, while I was hyper enough as a kid to power a city block in Las Vegas, I've become quite docile in high school and I hadn't gotten any more energetic since then. This post is mostly stream of consciousness, if you couldn't tell already. I still don't really know why I'm doing this, but all too often I tell myself "why should I do this?" to only later look back and say "I should've done something". So, here I am, probably a decade or so too late.
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