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Wednesday
Mar302011

Overdue Reviews: "The Twilight Zone - The Monsters are Due on Maple Street"

Welcome Friends and Neighbors, today we delve deeply into the realm of twilight.  No, not that, the Twilight Zone.

 

In 1959 the world was given a new television show that would change the confines of the everyday television experience.  Never before had such a show existed that was capable of such political and social commentary in such a public forum.  The writers, led by creator Rod Serling, would use the science fiction genre to mask such statements and political ideas from the viewer as not to be so overtly expressed.  Whereas in a standard television show, say the Honeymooners for example, Ralph Kramden could not vocalize his opinion in many social or political matters that were considered racy or controversial at that time.  Heavy handed standards and practices were in full effect to maintain a gentile sense on the air.   The realm of science fiction however was seemingly immune. 

            Science fiction has often had a greater amount of variance with the rules, as an art form.  Just as some foreign films of the era were getting away with showing bare breasted women and nearly full frontal nudity in the name of art, science fiction was granted a form of blind ambivalence to the statements made.  The rationale was that such ludicrous works of fiction would never be considered plausible or even given the time of day by most Americans.  Science fiction was believed to be the purview of children and adolescents, immune from such thoughts and certainly the content of such shows would never be taken seriously.  It is in this way that Serling could load up many of his episodes with scathing commentary on the nature of our world political and sociological events.  Everything from nuclear war to racism and theology were open to be explored in this format, as long as it was clear that some fictitious alien or robot from outer space was the one being persecuted or making boisterous claims.   

            Perhaps the greatest example of this clever use of genre to promote a message was in the 1960 episode, “The Monsters Are Due on Maple Street.”  This story tells the tale of an idyllic community, on an average street, in an average everyday town in America.  Our ideology is similar, thus we can relate to the people who live on Maple Street.  Maple Street is suddenly changed, however, when a brilliant flash of light crosses the sky.  The residents who were out walking their dogs, washing their cars and enjoying the nice summer day all take notice of this phenomenon.  Soon, however, the event is dismissed as simply a meteor.  Shortly following the event, the residents seem to notice that they are experiencing a blackout of all of their electronics and even gas powered devices.  This is certainly a strange situation, so the neighbors get together to discuss what to do about it in the street.  It is soon decided that they will send Pete over to the next block to see how widespread the phenomenon is.  Steve, the natural leader of the group, decides to walk into town to get help.  It is at this time that a little boy, Tommy speaks up with a proposition.  It is his belief that there is a real danger out there.  Based on his comic book reading, he hypothesizes that the flash of light was in fact aliens that came in a ship – not a meteor – and that they were infiltrating the town disguised as people.  This is at first dismissed as just science fiction (in a strange parallel to the methods used by the show itself); however some residents take some stock in the little boy’s ideas.  

            Later, when one resident, Les Goodman, is able to start his car, the people of Maple Street begin to suspect him of being an alien.  Soon he is being questioned at length and interrogated by the members of the community.  Not the least of the accusers is Charlie who begins to question more everyone’s idiosyncrasies.   Night has fallen and the residents of Maple Street are all now suspicious of each other.   Steve tries to maintain order until Charlie calls him out about his home made radio projects that he has kept secretive about.  With Charlie leading the witch-hunt, Steve makes one last attempt to plead for calm and rational thinking.  He finally looses his composure and mockingly refers to Charlie as a “self appointed hanging judge” and admits in a sarcastic way to being part of a “fifth column from the vast beyond.”   Next the group is suddenly alerted to a figure approaching in the distance.   Fearful that this is the alien coming to get them, Charlie fires a shotgun into the figure, killing him.  Sadly, however the figure was that of Pete, who had left earlier in the night to check on the neighboring streets.  Now, with blood on their hands, the mob is turning on each other with violence and fear as the power begins to intermittently be restored to the houses.   Anarchy and chaos sweep through Maple Street leading to what will undoubtedly be a blood bath.  It is now revealed that on the hill overlooking the neighborhood actually exist two aliens.  They have been using a machine to manipulate the powered devices on the street as a test of their new conquest plan.  By turning the people against each other, they will have no problem taking over – as an enemy in conflict with itself is much weaker than a unified enemy. 

            This show is quite effective in getting the message across about paranoia and over reacting.  The uses of musical cues and diegetic sound are prominently executed in the landscape.  In the first act, the street is shown as bright and sunny.  Early non diegetic sound is used in a way to promote a serene landscape.  Rod Serling’s commentary and introduction express the nature of the inhabitants and the events that are to follow in a calm and authoritative voice.   There is almost a comic undertone in the beginning act, with effects that would have the viewer set at ease.  However, in the second act and the remainder of the show the sound gets darker.  Moody low tones fill the air and a sense of dread is apparent. 

            The writing is also very dramatic and poignant in this show.   When Steve is casting down Charlie for being so accusative, he states “Stop telling me who is safe and who is dangerous, who is a threat and who is a menace.”  This echoes the current events of the Second Red Scare with frightening clarity that could never be done in another genre.  Even the names of the characters, such as the first to be accused “Les Goodman” subtly informing the viewer that he is a good man.   The narration introductions and the conclusions are very impacting as Serling says “The tools of conquest do not necessarily come with bombs and explosions and fallout. There are weapons that are simply thoughts, attitudes, and prejudices, to be found only in the minds of men. For the record, prejudices can kill, and suspicion can destroy, and the thoughtless, frightened search for a scapegoat has a fallout all of its own: for the children, and the children yet unborn. And the pity of it is that these things cannot be confined to the Twilight Zone.” 

            The camera work is exceptionally as the events change.  What begins as a series of medium shots gets closer and closer as the events become more hurried.  The lighting takes a decidedly dark turn into very low key style as the chaos ensues.  At some points, particularly when judgment is being cast upon Les, Steve and Charlie, Rembrandt lighting or chiaroscuro lighting is used to emphasize the darkness growing within.  Pin lights are often used to enhance the eyes of the participants, whilst keeping the mob in shadow.  This helps to show the ambiguity of the mob, that it is everyman.  Fast cuts become abundant as our eyes barely can adjust to what we are seeing.  Confusion is established as the suspense builds.  Eye line transitions from attacker to wound enhance the terror.  Additionally, foreshadowing is very well done in regards to the hammer on Pete’s overalls as he is shown to leave and before he is killed by the mob.  Low angles emphasize the fear and confusion as well as to add a level of surrealism to the shots.  All of these camera and lighting tricks make the viewer aware of the threat that is all around them, not from an outside enemy alone.  Serling is quite clear that the aliens did in fact exist and they were intent on invasion, however they were going to use humanity’s inherent weakness and fear to make their job much easier.  The allusion is direct – the communist threat is real, but as long as we continue to hound and attack our own people, we are easily divided and will be conquered. 

            In conclusion, the Twilight Zone was a masterpiece of storytelling.  Not only was it brilliantly written, but magnificently executed by the cinematography and music.  The tales dealt with issues that could not be done in any other fashion at the time.  Even to this day, many of these stories would need to be masked in allusion.  Rod Serling masterfully weaves the fantastic with the practical in such a way that not only would get the message across, but would do so memorably and under the radar of those who would prohibit such thought.  Damning political leaders and promoting social commentary, all while remaining under the safety veil of fiction, by way of a simple television show, the Twilight Zone.

Be Excellent to Each Other,

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~BAT

Tuesday
Mar292011

Stupidity of the Week

Okay Friends and Neighbors, I know this one has been around for a couple of months now and I seriously thought that somebody would bust them down for it, but it hasn’t happened yet.  I am thoroughly disgusted and it is time for me to call them on their BS.  What is the atrocity that has this writer so up in arms?  Gain detergent. 

 

Yes, Gain.  In case your ears don’t burn like the fires of Mt. Doom when you hear such grammatical errors spoken – or for some reason have not been paying attention – let me tell you about the latest advertising campaign that Gain has embarked on.  It involves the improper use of the comparative adjective for the word “Good.” 

The commercial and ad campaign touts that Gain helps to make mornings “Gooder.”  Seriously, I can not believe how far we have fallen in this world to accept such blatantly disgusting molestation of our own language.

For those of you who are wondering what is wrong with “Gooder” I implore you to read a book.  English incorporates a few irregular adjectives.  Good is the positive, better is the comparative and best is the superlative.  The rational of this advertisement would have one saying that “Goodest” might be the superlative.   Even Microsoft Word realizes the grievous error I have made in writing this. 

So some might say; “Chill out, it is a funny ad just trying to get attention.”  To them I say no in the most profound way.  We have already allowed so many infractions against our spoken tongue.   We stood idly by when “fishes” and “moneys” became acceptable.  We have watched every undereducated cretin in the land misuse our language and have turned our other cheek in sorrow and pity.  No more.

The line must be drawn here this far no farther.

I implore you all to take up the cause.  Write a letter, boycott Gain, challenge the stupidity or at the very least spread the word that this type of bastardization of our spoken and written language is unacceptable.  

If we fail to act we will live in a world far worse than we can imagine.  The future foretold in “Idiocracy” will not only come true but will come fast. 

Until next time,

Be Excellent to Each Other.

 

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~BAT

Monday
Mar282011

The Dawn of the Day of the Night of the Gerbils

Hidey ho there Friends and Neighbors!  Today is a good day.  Up in the morning ready to go… sort of ready, well okay it is a slow morning.   As promised I come to you to regale you a recent adventure – “Dawn of the Day of the Night of the Gerbils.”

 

A good day was had by our most excellent allies.  I awoke at Greenbase after stopping by after a trip to the Sorrel sector.   Ms. Bat and I cruised back to meet up with Froggy Frogg and J-Dogg.  Melisande made her way to T-town in order to join us for the St. Patrick’s Day festivities.  We eventually made our way to the 3rd annual potato party at Tenacious B’s house.  Dr. O and Nurse Lizzy made their way over for a cameo, but a chocolate martini was summoning the birthday girl so they fled to enjoy this treat. 

 

It was while the women were getting prepared, dousing themselves with glitter and all manner of St. Patrick’s day joy, Froggy invited J-Dogg to a Lemon Party.  This nearly destroyed J-Dogg’s phone as he was assaulted by vile imagery.  Moral – Do not view Lemon Party.   EDUCATION

 

So it came to pass that we hit downtown for some awesomeness.  LaFours showed his ugly face and prohibited Froggy from entering McNellies.  Never down, we made our way to Arnies for Larkin.  Larkin rocks, true story.  Good music, good bands. 

 

So round about midnight the plan came together.  For a bit of back story…

 

Long ago, when discussing the nature of perfect moments.  For years I have spent time following the mandates of the rules given by the mass media of which I have followed with a feverent zeal unparalleled by any of my closest friends and neighbors. Still I have found that I have not always done as I should. I spent so much time looking to make things perfect that I might have wasted some perfectly good opportunity. I have recently discovered however that I should follow the dictum of media. I remembered the words of words of Spock, Ted Mosby, Paul McCartney, Jim Halpert and John McClain. Ultimately the point of this rambling thought is that seeking perfect moments is not futile, but there is no reason not make the moment perfect yourself. Sometimes the best time to say or do something you want is now. You may find that "the movement you need is on your shoulders." Do what you can to make the moments perfect, but never stress over looking for a preconceived perfect moment. Sometimes infinite diversity infinite combinations can happen when you don't expect it. Even the candy isle of Wal-Mart may be the perfect place to experience the perfect moment. So keep your eyes open and don't be afraid to improvise.

 

So, I made a declaration that I would not wait for doves to fly by or swans swimming in the lake, but in order to make official my declared intent to ask Ms. Bat to become Mrs. Bat – it would be heralded by Gerbils.  I knew that the Gerbils would make some form of appearance and it would be the sign that the universe was ready for such an awesome occurrence.  (Let’s face it Friends and Neighbors – such a scene is not just for sweeps week)

 

So our heroes came to my aid.  Maarek, Dr. O, Nurse Lizzy and Neelix from Texas helped me get this one going.  Each of our heroes had a specially designed gerbil (or hamster – same thing right…give or take tails) and prepared to send this via text message.  So at 12 midnight Ms. Bat’s phone was blown up with texts featuring gerbils.  Knowing this was the moment, I asked and she agreed.  

 

So you see, it was with the help of friends and neighbors that we were able to have a most excellent evening and the prophecy of the gerbils was fulfilled.  

 

The season is just beginning.   Stay tuned for updates and more legendary adventures!

 

Be Excellent to Each Other!

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~BAT  

Friday
Mar252011

Tulsa Rules! - The Golden Driller

What is up Friends and Neighbors?  Today is the first day of Tulsa Rules, a column that will serve to showcase some of the finest things Tulsa has going on.  Why, because Tulsa Rules!   Now I may be a called Tulsa fanboy but the evidence will be presented and you will see that you too will become a Tulsa fan!

 

This week we start with the biggest fanboy in Tulsa.  I am talking about the Golden Driller.  Located outside of the old International Petroleum Exposition building, now the QuikTrip Center, Tulsa’s original golden child stands tall for all to see.

He first made an appearance way back in 1953, although his appearance was a bit different than the Golden Driller we know of today.  It was the fifties and Tulsa is riding high as the Oil Capital of the World.   Yeah, I said the WORLD, that’s right Tulsa was the world leader in oil; all of this was brought to prominence by the International Petroleum Exposition and Congress which was basically a meeting of all the greatest oil minds and businessmen in the world.  (think of it like a Star Trek Convention for oil…)  The Golden Driller was temporary, but so popular that he made another appearance in 1959’s show.

   Enter 1966 when once again the Golden Driller was asked to return.  The Driller did indeed return in a permanent capacity, next to what was the largest clear span building in the world, also built in 1966.  (The IPE building has no columns to support inside, really neat architecture if you think about it.) 

 

Like a golem sentinel for Tulsa, the Golden Driller has stood to welcome all around to the greatness of our city.  Though the IPE has changed around over the years, the land is our fairgrounds and thus so many events are held under the watchful eye of the Golden Driller. 

 

In 1979 the Driller was named the Oklahoma state monument.  During the many events that are held at the QuikTrip Center, the Golden Driller is often greeting the visitors.  He has been willing to wear shirts advertising events and local Tulsa awesomeness because that is what a cool guy he is.   

 

The Driller stands at 76 feet tall and over 43,000 pounds.  His hero status is strong, having defied many villains (one of which shot him in the back with an arrow) and the vicious forces of nature in Oklahoma.  He has spit in the face of Tornados and laughed at wind and hail. 

  You can not defeat the Driller!  In fact, I have it on good presumption that if Tulsa is ever threatened by the Sorrow of Moldovia, the Driller would not hesitate to get up and lay the smack down upon the Carpathian warlord.  

   Well, there you have it, one of many reasons to proclaim that Tulsa Rules!  It is without a doubt.  Keep checking Tales to Astonish for more updates – including every Friday for another installment of Tulsa Rules!  Oh, and feel free to shout it from the roof tops, just in case anybody didn’t hear. 

 As always, Be Excellent to Each Other!

 

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~BAT

Thursday
Mar242011

Ms. Bat’s Musings- Thursday 3/24/11- The Great Catch Up

Greetings to all our friends and neighbors out in the vastness of blog land. It has been quite a while since the last update to Tales to Astonish. Much has happened since last post, and since time is of the essence, let us begin!

          Mr. Bat is working studiously on his Bachelor’s degree in Strategic Marketing. Media Law seems to be the devilish thorn in his proverbial side. Spring semester is almost completed and the Starbase crew is anxiously looking forward to the lazy days of summer. Still before we can get on with the summertime fun, Spring Break had to come and pass.

          Spring Break was a fantastic time to see our friends and family. Ms Bat convinced Mr. Bat to drive down to the Texas coast to see her mother and some friends. The weather was divine, and despite a short stint with hallucinating, it appears fun was had by all! The short trip with a long drive left Ms. Bat longing for a longer vacation.

          Our courageous adventurers made it back to T-town just in time for St. Paddy’s day festivities. Ms. Bat dressed up in 80’s appropriate attire and sprayed herself down with over a half can of glitter spray. With green attire and a desire to have some fun, the crew started the nights entertainment at Oswego Substation with the crews own Tenacious B. Joining in the festivities all the way from Green Base in OKC sector was Melisande! Add in the Froggy Frogg and J-Dog to the roster, there was some excellent fun to be had. MnD joined the crew, with antennae on for some out of these world celebrations!

          Potatoes were the main course of nourishment in preparation for the drinks scheduled to be drank. All the leftover potatoes would later make for a large portion of group entertainment.

          First stop for our adventurers, McNellies. The crowd was so thick, it was standing room only. Alas LaFour’s reared his ugly head and attempted to waylay members of this fine celebratory crew. With a few quick moves, the crew was free to move onto the next hot spot.

          Second stop was Arnie’s, where T-town native band Larkin, was playing their Celtic-punk-folk music with a fantastic beat. Starbase’s Froggy Frogg was happy to drink and sing along with Larkin as they sang the Irish drinking songs he loves. Alas, the seating was little to be desired, so the rest of the group wandered off to see what else was out there in downtown for St. Paddy’s.

          While wandering the downtown Tulsa zone, those leftover potatoes came into play. Little foil wrapped balls were deposited randomly around as the adventurers wandered the T-town zone. Finding new spots proved most entertaining.

          Ms. Bat had planned to drink but for various reasons, did not. Thus at just past midnight she received several text messages with pictures of gerbils. Being somewhat exhausted from a recent trip back to T-town sector from Texas, the initial meaning was lost on her until Mr. Bat pulled out the most gorgeous diamond ring and officially asked Ms. Bat to be his wife. Her answer was, “Yes! Ever and Always, YES! ”

          And so folks, that catches you up on Mr. Bat and his Awesome Friends for the moment. Check in again soon for more wonderful stories!