Author: HORansome

This is the Story of the Review of the Trailer of the Film of ‘The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.’

Over at ‘The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy’ official movie site you can now view the first proper (i.e. non-teaser) trailer to the film of the book of the radio series.

I’m not convinced that it is good. The trailer, that is; I have heard good things about the movie itself, including a description of a second, more English, trailer that instead of mkaing the film appear to be an action comedy portrays the story as being about epic, weird things, usually about people with names that, if not faintly ridiculous, are wildly apocraphyl.

Marketting the ‘…Guide…’ film was never going to be easy because it is not your average story. It starts with the Earth being destroyed and ends with a riff on the answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe and Everything, with the pun being that we know the punchline but not the rest of the joke.

Thus we have what I will call the ‘American’ trailer… Still, I have hope. Apparently one of the deleted scenes on the already planned super-DVD release of the film is of Martin Freeman (the silver screen Arthur) playing his role as that of an action hero.

I suspect DNA would have liked that.

Sloughing of the Skin

Today I recieved my copies of ‘Black Petals’ number 50, the very issue in which my story, ‘Sloughing of the Skin’ has seen print.

‘Black Petals’, a glossy covered A4 horror ‘zine located in the USA kindly took ‘Sloughing of the Skin’ off of me for a six month period for all of you, the public, to read and enjoy.

The story features a piece of art that shows that the artist, Billy Tackett had read the story before committing pencil to paper (always a good thing). I had no idea what the associated image was going to be for ‘Sloughing of the Skin’ and this piece is far more appropiate to the story than I had hoped for (and had been believed possible, from comments elsewhere about art in ‘zines). It captures the essence of narrative and probably does (I say probably because I know the story far too well to be able to comment properly) hook the reader in.


It is also oddly appropiate because ‘Sloughing of the Skin’ is a story about art and the effect it has on the both artist and the artwork.

Whilst I would hardly call it my favourite story it does have some nice touches that I am proud of. It didn’t end the way that I thought it would, and the original version had a subplot involving a next door neighbour who visits twice, both creating some interesting questions about the phenomena.

(In an ideal world you would all be singing the ‘Mamamnah’ song right now….)

However, the subplot added little compared to the amount of words it took up, and the ending the narrative forced upon me made more sense than whatever it was I had hoped for.

One down, countless more to go.

The State of the (Local) Art

I must admit that when I see the words ‘Local content’ in re TV I tend to run for the hills (or valleys). For, you see, I have been burnt by local content. However, this has meant that I have not allowed myself the pleasures of recent note that have graced our screens.

I should have known better; two of my favourite films of all time are New Zealand productions, and many New Zealand television shows, in the past, have captured my attention and made me think ‘Wow; we can compete with the bigger markets.’ Unfortunately, a few modern sitcoms have found me contemplating the state of my navel, or, in extreme cases, inspecting the back of my occipital socket with a rusty screwdriver.

Thus I have seen only one episode of ‘The Strip’ and only heard the good news that is ‘The Insider’s Guide to Happiness.’

Of the former I had had doubts; having been to school with Jodie Rimmer and knowing her family has made it difficult to adjust to her as an actress. All I can keep thinking is that her grandfather is a good Catholic and that the fruit store Bill owned in Belmont was down the road from a butchery I have very fond memories of. Hardly the kind of critical appraisal you want to stick with you when her character goes off chasing some businessman’s third leg. Of the latter show I just didn’t even consider giving it a chance, condemning it ‘Category: Crap’ without a by-your-leave.

Which is all very bad of me, since as a writer I really should be seeing what my country is producing.

Believe it or not, but New Zealand is a good place to be a writer. Oh, it has vices if you are interested in researching particular genres and the arts elite here is far more British than American, but New Zealand, as a location, is well regarded when it comes to produce drama. The Cinema of Unease, our particular speciality, is sufficiently different from the world’s fare that it has a cult status overseas. Not mainline success, true, but try and find a university student from the UK who hasn’t spent several weekends in a row watching ‘Bad Taste’ religiously and you will be in for a hard time. This extends, somewhat naturally and unnaturally, to the editors and producers of the media itself. ‘Postmark New Zealand’ can often mean the difference of ‘Won’t read’ to ‘Might read’, and when you consider just how much more opportunity that gives in the marketplace it suddenly takes on great value.

Still, location is not everything; mundane stories are mundane stories wherever you are from, and even the following line, ‘As far as I can tell, you may be the reason why God and the little baby Jesus cry at night’ remains better than Stilton sauce sex no matter which country you are from.

Back to TV.

‘The Insider’s Guide to Happiness’ was a show I was convinced, having seen or read nothing about it, would be a fluffy romantic drama. It turned out not to be, seeing that it dealt with time travel, resurrection from the dead and reincarnation. Brave stuff for prime time TV, and handled, so I hear (my watching of the show was limited seeing that it had an overarching plot and I came in late), with ease and a careful balance of pathos and bathos.

New Zealand, it seems, has matured (again) in re its TV production. Like all countries we continue to produce large amounts of fluff, but now you have the option, on at least one channel, to see quality Kiwi unease in 4:3 (or, for the more adventurous producers, 14:9 or 16:9).

Pity that it is somewhat harder to get into that writing game than it would be in Blighty…

Also, someone needs to hurry up and start releasing more local content on DVD.

It’s like the Old combined with the New: I call it ‘Nold!’

Two things.

One is that I have moved hosts; hopefully this will be completely and utterly transparent so there will be no issues and that by the time you read this everything will be functional and delightful.

The other is personal. I do not usually write about personal things here; in truth I am not fond of blogs which consist of existential angst and what I did last weekend. However (there is always a ‘…but’ in any statement of that form) I do want to say something about coffee.

Up to the first third of last year I drank coffee about once every quarter. However, halfway through last year, for various reasons I probably won’t get specific about, I upped the ante and drank around four cups of the boiled mud per day.

Going from spasmodic to a four-cup regular is a huge leap. I do not enjoy coffee; I call it boiled mud for a reason. It does, however, seem (I am aware of studies that dispute the actual power of coffee) to play a role in vitalising me (a role, methinks, better suiter to a finer cut of powder… like cocaine…) and I took up coffee because I was not happy living in the flat I was currently in and so needed something to keep me working throughout the day and well into the night. Coffee was the stimulant (a decision helped out by the fact that it was freely available where I work).

The reason I mention this is that becoming a coffee-user (as opposed to a coffee drinker) ruined my work habits. I worked long days and slept most mornings. I did too much work, in that I would focus on one task, complete it to a standard and then move on, unaware that some (admittedly only a few in my case) of these tasks benefit from taking eight to twelve hour breaks.

I’ve stopped drinking coffee regularly now. To stop myself from going back to it I’ve restructured my working day so that I go in to work much earlier and I get home at a reasonable time. I am reclaiming my evenings as my non-work spaces so I can get back to doing those things that make me happier. This will mean more writing (I have been working on ‘Lord Morrisey Morrisey’ plays for a while now but little else) and hopefully more socialising.

Well, that was oddly serious and personal.

Ta ra.

This is the Story of the Review of the Tertiary Phase of ‘The Hitchhikers’ Guide to the Galaxy’

Herein lie my thoughts on the Tertiary Phase of the Hitchhikers’ Guide to the Galaxy.
     When it was announced over a year ago that Dirk Magg’s, Douglas Adam’s choice as the director for a new ‘Guide…’ radio series was going to write and produce a third series after twenty-five plus years of non-radio ‘Guide…’ I must admit that I was worried. That he was going to use all the surviving cast members was a good sign, but that he was going to base the series on ‘Life, the Universe and Everything’ rather than do it was a sequel to the radio series I became very, very, very concerned.
     With knobs on.
     Anyone who is savvy with the ‘Guide…’ will know that the second series differs radically from the books, containing an entire sub-plot about birds, the power of art and the archaeology of shoes. It rids itself of Trillian and ends in a very interesting way that obviously shows that a third radio series was expected shortly. Whilst some of the plot made it into ‘The Restaurant at the End of the Universe’ many sections did not. It also ends in a slightly different way, making it very difficult to tie it into the books.
     Which they did, and not particularly well. The second radio series is now a pyschotic delusion Zaphod had, which not only doesn’t explain how and why certain things did or did not occur, it also demeans large chunks of the second series as well. The second series now seems to exist in a vacuum of non-existence, and I am not entirely sure that is quite the way the Douglas Adams would have done things…
     Only the first episode of the thrid series actually contained any scripting by Douglas Adams, hereafter known as DNA; everything after that point was adapted from the books by Dirk Maggs, and he does an admirable job of transferring the text to radio. ‘Life, the Universe and Everything’ has a weird history, seeing that it started out as a Doctor Who script, became a book and now has been taken to radio (this might be a first for media history), but it suffers from being an adaptation, and that is a huge flaw for something associated with the ‘Guide…’
     The first two series of the ‘Guide…’ were, in structure, a rock opera. A huge and imaginative soundscape that moved along at a cracking pace.
     ‘The Hitchhikers’ Guide to the Galaxy’ was a first in radio, by and large. It was one of the first recordings that used multiple channels (it was the first to record dialogue not only from separate mics but also from separate rooms) and soundwise it was something utterly and completely new. Much of what was accomplished was very difficult and extremely innovative; today I could produce a lot of that material on my iBook, which just shows how far we have come in sound design (which is not that far compared to work done in visuals). Luckily, there was hope; Dirk Maggs wanted to be as innovative as the original series was and decided that they would produce a recording in 5.1 Surround Sound. It was also to be webcast, like all other radio series that the BBC plays, which would have delighted DNA something chronic.
     Now 5.1 radio is not common, and to appreciate it I will need to await the DVD release and play it on the home sound system. The actual soundscape this time is interesting; some good, some average and one piece in particular quite aggravating (although that might have been the intention).
     I could bore you (very easily) with even more by the way of technical jargon and opinion… But I shan’t. All I will say that with my newfound interest in sound I was, by and large, interested by not stunned by the new series.
     No, for our purposes we want to talk plot, we want to analyse narrative and, by and large, we want to discuss sequels.
     The plot, with minor exception, is the plot of the book. It starts with only slight change, wrapping up the second series in an implausible and ugly blanket, and moves on to pre-historic Earth, then Lord’s, just as the book did all those years ago. It does not try to fix the bits that really didn’t work, such as the role of Slartibartfast (a character who should not be there and also a character whose original voice actor is dead). Everything zips along nicely… Until we get to the Starship Bistromathic.
     DNA started out as a script writer, and a lot of the plot of ‘Life, the Universe and Everything’ actually sounds better than it reads. However, books have a certain structure and they also have a certain… Well, way of things. When given a page to fill with script you double-space, insert notes for SFX and generally produce a whitye canvas with funny black (or blue if you do it in biro). A book, however, tends to be denser, and thus the later scenes of the radio series ape the book far too much, slowing down the pace of the story substantially.
     Which lead to a last episode that can only be called frantic, and that’s on a good day.
     I won’t go through every detail; suffice it to say (and I am sure you will agree if you listen to all three series) that the middle of the story feels far too long whilst the last episode seems far too short. It races… No, it breaks the laws of sound to produce its three endings, one of which makes little sense. The first episode seems like a worthy sequel; the latter episodes contain scenes that are far too long, filled with exposition that seems a little too obvious, and a last episode that returns to the tremendous speed of the first series, but with a focus that is too narrow to the story and thus not wide enough to the mythos.      Still, adaptations are problematic, and reducing down a book to six episodes must have been difficult. Especially when it is a sequel…
     The history of the ‘Guide…’ starts with a radio serial, a set of records, then another radio series, then a set of five books. After that DNA died (the timeline is hideously truncated), having claimed that he would write a sixth.
     A sequel to the second series should really have been a sequel to the second series. This is not to say that the third series should ignore the other books but it should not, at the same time, try to be the third book by ignoring the second series.
     All of this sounds fairly negative and it might seem that I didn’t enjoy the experience. I did enjoy the fit the thirteenth to eighteenth and will be listening to it all again. I suppose I am bemused that after all this time they are making more ‘Guide…’ on radio. It seems like such a strange thing to do.
     Expect more of this next year when the final two books are adapted and we get the new, happy ending (that DNA wanted).
     And, of course, there is also the film to experience…

A quick poll…

I have a host of material that is in a near finished state, but before that…
     A few questions for my not-so-adoring public.

     1. Who is actually reading this?

     2. Why?

I ask because I have stats about this site (and its mirror) but often they are completely meaningless. So I ask for clarification.
     Some of you might be… hesitant to respond (I can think of at least one reader who might think twice about e-mailing me), but don’t be shy.
     I only want your mind, not your soul.
     E-mail me with your answers to this address.
     Next time (and soonish), either something on New Zealand TV or my thoughts on the new radio series of ‘The Hitchhikers’ Guide to the Galaxy.’