Showing posts with label alternate history. Show all posts
Showing posts with label alternate history. Show all posts

Thursday, February 5, 2015

TV Review - The Man In the High Castle - Pilot

The Man in the High Castle is an Amazon pilot, adapting Philip K Dick’s alternate history masterpiece for the small screen. Given the source material - a book that not only sets up a chilling “world-that-never-was” in which the Axis wins World War Two, but also looks at themes of social conformity, the plasticity of reality and the nature of truth - and how one can ever really know what is real and if it even matters - it will be interesting to see if a TV show can capture this kind of depth.

If this episode is any indication, I feel confident in writing…maybe?

First, the good stuff. The episode looks great. There are so many nice touches, like the ubiquitous propaganda posters and the Nazified Times Square, that the viewer can rapidly immerse themselves into the reality of this fictional world. Beyond the design and the effects, the cinematography is impressive. The contrast between the harsh, gritty noir of Nazi New York and the slightly warmer glow of Japanese San Francisco is a subtle, but powerful signifier of the two worlds and a visual reminder of which side is the lesser of two evils. The acting by the leads is okay, in as much as the half-dozen or so major characters who are introduced can be captured in the limited screen-time each is afforded. Finally, there is a horrific scene in which Joe Blake (Luke Kleintank), a truck driver and Nazi agent is changing a tire in rural German America. A cop stops to help him and everything seems great. Then ash starts falling from the sky and the cop says it’s from the local hospital. It’s Tuesday and that’s when “they burn crips and the terminally ill.” It’s played in such a banal fashion, it captures how any society can assimilate and normalize the most horrific things.

Now, the bad. There’s a lot of the “pronoun game” being played. That’s when one character says to another something like “I have it and I have to get it someplace” then refuses to tell the other character what “it” is. There are a couple of moments of plot-movement via coincidence that make little sense. Protagonist Juliana Crane’s (Alexa Davalos) half-sister shows up in an apothecary shop she is visiting, after being out of San Francisco for weeks. and, she plays the pro-noun game the whole time, refusing to share any useful information, then rushing off after spending 45 seconds talking to Juliana. It is so clumsy in both scripting and execution, I almost turned off the episode as a waster of time. Later, after the half-sister is killed, Juliana finds out that she was in possession of The Grasshopper Lies Heavy. In the novel, this was an alternate history written by the titular Man about an Allied victory in World War Two (although not the one in our timeline). In the series, this will be a newsreel (or, perhaps, a series of them) apparently from our timeline. Juliana, for no particular reason - other than PLOT - decides to continue with her sister’s mission, whatever that is.

As for changing Grasshopper from a book to a film, it could work. After all, this is a visual medium, so a newsreel makes for a sensible alternative method of presenting this other story. As long as the theme of how reality exists in layers and the flexibility of truth are maintained, then I’m okay with this.

In spite of some weaknesses in the story, this was a fairly well-done hour of television and holds the promise of being a good adaptation of Dick’s work. Hopefully, Amazon will give the go-ahead for a full season.

Thursday, November 6, 2014

A Little Short Fiction

So, I run a writing group. Every 6 - 8 weeks, I send out writing prompts and we all write something. Then we get together, read and critique what we've written, get drunk and pass out in a pool of our own awesomeness. This time around, a friend of mine came up with the following prompt, in honor of the anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall (9Nov89).

"And there you have it, a historical day for Germany and for Europe as the Berlin Wall has been opened."

Helmut muted the triumphant voice of the television. He turned to his guest with a somewhat quizzical expression and a simple question.

"What now?”

And here's what I came up with. It's short (329 words) so I thought "Hey, put it out there; someone might like it." Enjoy.


9 November 1989, East Berlin.

"And there you have it, a historical day for Germany and for Europe as the Berlin Wall has been opened."

Helmut muted the triumphant voice of the television. He turned to his guest with a somewhat quizzical expression and a simple question.

"What now?”

The man that Helmut knew only as Dimitri was all smiles. “This is a great moment, comrade. I never thought I’d live to see the day that the West would surrender.”

Helmut understood Dimitri’s feelings. The divide between East and West had seemed permanent. Helmut assumed that future historians would find those moments when the fall of the capitalists was decided. Would it be American defeats in Vietnam, Central America, and Mexico? The failure of the West to recover from the economic collapse in the wake of Israel nuking Syria and Egypt? President Mondale’s decision to unilaterally disarm? The Soviet victory in Afghanistan and the subsequent liberation of the Persian Gulf states? The collapse of NATO following the Green Revolution in West Germany?

Helmut caught himself and smiled. Now just Germany, he thought.

For now, it really didn’t matter. Europe had come to its senses and joined their socialist comrades. America would have to follow suit or disintegrate. Helmut had read reports of socialist movements in New York, California and Michigan that were preparing for secession. The course charted by Marx, Lenin, Stalin, Beria, and Andropov had led to the dawn of a socialist future, he thought. Still, there was one nagging, more personal concern.

“Well, what about us?”

Although it seemed unlikely, Dimitri’s smile actually widened. “They’ll always be work for men like us. As long as there are enemies of the People, the state will need the KGB,” he clapped his hand on Helmut’s shoulder, “and the Stasi. Now, let’s get that bottle of Stolichnaya I know you have in the freezer and go celebrate. It looks like one hell of a party out there.”

Helmut grinned. It sure does, he thought.