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Form Over Content At Buzzfeed

I Made You A Journalism

Back when I was doing local reporting, I tried to take as my editorial policies ten statements from The Elements of Journalism: What Newspeople Should Know and the Public Should Expect, by Bill Kovach and Tom Rosenstiel. Amongst them, and one I think frequently finds itself shoved to the side, is the eighth principle for journalism: “It must keep the news comprehensive and proportional.”

It came to mind today, not long after reading this terrific Daily Dot piece excoriating the Internet for piling on Edward Snowden’s girlfriend (“People are calling her dumb, naive, self-involved, and insufferable … for doing nothing except living her life.”), when I discovered that Buzzfeed’s little exposé on her consisted mainly of more than a dozen photos and videos of her, mostly ones in which she is scantily clad.

Snowden’s girlfriend arguably is relevant to the story only insomuch as she can provide information or insight into Snowden himself. He’s the story here. While the content of any posts she made about him arguably are news, her relevancy ends pretty much exactly there. Sixteen or so photos or videos of her, on the other hand, even if they originally were posted online by her, are not relevant, and in no serious way can be argued as news.

(Even after I stopped doing local reporting, I’d occasionally use this very blog to call attention to those I thought were causing problems in local political circles or, say, in Whedon fandom. Would those intentions in any way have been legitimately or properly served had I posted a series of photos of the girlfriends, boyfriends, or spouses of the subjects of those posts? I don’t see how. It’s as true in the Snowden story as it would have been in those cases, regardless and in spite of its higher profile and importance.)

Proportionality is the watchword here. While it’s typically applied to the question of how much journalism covers one story versus another (for example, how a nation convinces its people to go to war, versus what the stars on the red carpet are wearing), it’s also applicable to the various elements within any particular story. Snowden is the subject of the story at hand. To plaster an article with photos of his girlfriend is entirely and inarguably out of proportion to her relevance to that story. They exist only as an exploitation aimed at generating hits — and buzz — for Buzzfeed itself.

Critics claiming that Buzzfeed is destroying journalism forget, of course, that the site did not invent exploitation as a means for generating attention. There are whole months of television news dedicated to doing precisely that.

But it’s legitimate, I would think, to suggest that this serves as a pretty stark example of how Buzzfeed’s preferred form of journalism — the bullet list copiously illustrated by photos (preferably GIFs) — sometimes dictates and defines their journalism, instead of the elements of journalism dictating and defining the form they choose for any given story.

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Miscellany

Memorial Day Is For The Dead

Arlington National Cemetery, photo by Brandi Korte

Arlington National Cemetery, photo by Brandi Korte

And so it begins. That endless parade of people exhorting us to thank all our veterans for their service or sacrifice. It happens every May, and inevitably makes me wonder why. We have a Veterans Day, and it’s in November. Why is it that so many Americans refuse to acknowledge Memorial Day as a day for the dead?

I’ve come to suspect that it’s a symptom of our cultural refusal ever to look at the costs of war. Despite the day being dedicated to a solemn commemoration of those who died in service to their country, we can’t even accept the comparatively simple responsibility of carrying the psychological burden of remembering just them, and only them, for even a single, solitary day out of every year.

What makes us so cowardly? So selfishly weak?

Typically (although, as with most things, not without exception), the loudest voices crowing about “all our veterans” on Memorial Day are those voices precisely that speak up mostly loudly for war, and chastise others for their lack of patriotism. Where’s the patriotism in fleeing from the pain of thinking of the dead? How is it not the highest form of disrespect to tell those who died in service that they are not deemed worthy enough to be thought of separately, distinctly, as a special and particular case for our national attention?

Asking people to kill or be killed in the name of their country (and whatever rules we put in place, or hopes to the contrary we have, all war, just or otherwise, ultimately is reduced to that, in the last) is a terrible thing whose truths we have found countless ways to ignore. The least we could do — and it’s literally the least we could do — is to consider the cliche of the “ultimate sacrifice” worthy of a proper respect, as a singular and unique thing to have imposed upon fellow Americans.

Memorial Day is a day for the dead. We should try to have even a fraction of the courage we consider them to have possessed, and let them have it.

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Night Shores

Taken on May 25, 2013, in SE Portland.

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Night Shores

 

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Neighborhood Watch

Taken on May 19, 2013, at “Goat Field” in SE Portland.

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Neighborhood Watch

As the evening approached the golden hour, I took a stroll down to Goat Field and stumbled across this tableau. Over the next hour or so, I stood and watched the herd until it decided grazing time had come, and followed their path from outside the fence, all the way around to the far side of the field.

Some time later, one of the three-months, only slightly apart from the rest, starts to call out, as if lost. It looks around, calling repeatedly. A minute or two of this, until it takes off back toward the platforms and hutch all the way back across the field, searching frantically, calling out the entire way.

It runs up the ramp, standing as tall as it could atop the hutch, looking back the way it had come. No longer calling, but seemingly screaming in panic. Standing, looking, screaming. “Where are you? Where are you? I can’t find you anywhere.”

Until, finally, after so long a time, its sibling, which all along simply had been right there, just on the far side of the herd when this all began, looks up and calls back across the field’s expanse. As if to say, “What’s going on? What’s wrong? I’m right here.” Call and response, call and response.

Bounding down the ramp comes the first, calling out, its sibling echoing back. Almost back to the herd, it pauses, than runs again, its sibling running to meet it. A long-lost family reunited amid swaying grass and the swell of unheard music.

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Movies

Star Trek Into Disappoint

Star Trek Into Darkness

At some point during the third act of Star Trek Into Darkness, I realized that I actually was bored. In the midst of whatever number it was of the countless series of over-energized set pieces which comprise the film, I realized that I actually had tuned out and mentally drifted away. When the movie was over, I dubbed it “okay, at best”. By the time I got home, I’d moved on through “let down” and fully into disappointment.

This wasn’t a Star Trek movie, it was another anonymous and disposable summer action flick that had managed to secure the brand for a little extra geek cachet, to assuage the hardcore niche while appealing to a wider audience that just wants to be sensorily barraged for over two hours. Sound and fury signifying not nothing, but surely very little.

There’s nothing inherently wrong with a summer blockbuster full of sound and fury, but there’s no reason for it to be called Star Trek.

I felt mostly as if I had been forced to watch a Transformers-era Michael Bay picture, and then understood why when I discovered that Roberto Orci and Alex Kurtzman wrote his Transformers movies, and I wept into the nostalgia for my Star Trek-infused youth.

Lost in all of this pressing need to be on the go and on the move at all times was the room for when “nothing happens”, those spaces in which “nothing happens” typically being where most of the real stuff actually happens in a story. I find myself comparing the Orci/Kurtzman approach to story to that of, say, Joss Whedon, who mostly views set pieces as the connective tissue between the “nothing happens” parts where things actually happen. In comparison, Orci, Kurtzman, and Lindeloff seem to view the “nothing happens” parts as the connective tissue between set pieces, and is meant to be dispensed with as quickly, artlessly, and emptily as possible. Mostly by employing shorthand. Signifiers rather than the significant.

You can’t structure a story, a good one anyway, around shorthand and set pieces. Every writer (of summer blockbusters, to be sure) should know how to use both tools. At some point, however, you need to provide the room for actual storytelling. (Somewhat relatedly, see also Anna Pinkert’s thoughts on how “metaphor and allegory are different”.)

It didn’t help that so much of the script relied upon contrivance and convenience. These, too, are tools a writer can’t help but use. There’s a difference, though, between using them and making them central to your entire endeavor. Scotty quits, only to just happen to end up on the very ship that later will attack the Enterprise, allowing him to act as saboteur later on. Khan’s blood just happens to be regenerative and McCoy just happens to notice this fact, allowing him to revive the dead Kirk later on. No real-feeling universe behaves this way as a matter of routine, even one reliant on the suspension of disbelief.

Further, while I’m okay with reference — and when you’ve rebooted a universe, employing it is inevitable — at some point it becomes self-defeating. Fans and writers (and writers who are fans, and fans who are writers), especially in genre, of course end up spitballing “wouldn’t it be cool if…” scenarios. Good writers ultimately discard them as too cute, as too clever for their own sake and move on to something else, unless there’s something truly and meaningfully interesting to mine there. But at some point the too cute and too clever reference sabotages itself and its surroundings and becomes about the reference rather than about the present moment before us. It’s cute to have Kirk run into the warp chamber to save the ship, and have dialogue which echoes that from Star Trek II: Wrath of Khan, but it makes the scene about that reference and not about itself.

Which brings us to perhaps the single biggest misfire of the entire film, the largest of its “too cute and too clever” sins: Benedict Cumberbatch and Khan.

Let’s start with the fact that the man stated in the Star Trek episode “Space Seed” to be “from the northern Indian area” and “probably a Sikh” here turns out to be a British white man. The brand which once brought us the first interracial kiss on television (and a black character who once caused Whoopi Goldberg so much excitement because she was on TV and wasn’t a maid) whitewashed a brown-skinned character that frequently tops lists of the greatest villains of all time. I’m not sure what to say about this except to just be amongst the voices (chiefly Marissa Sammy) pointing it out.

Really, though, the movie is also a complete and utter waste of the character. Cumberbatch has almost no real presence, except I assume to all the men and women whose panties wet no matter what he does. Cumberbatch’s breathily deep delivery and emphatic enunciation is effectively empty, his moments of stillness are just sort of the absence of moving. Ricardo Montalban, while no one ever argued he was Lawrence Olivier, radiated presence, his moments of stillness those of the coiled and observing snake. Not the absence of motion but its deliberate and carefully considered restraint.

For all of the talk in this movie about what and who Khan is, what he could do, what he might do, I defy anyone who saw this movie without any prior experience of, or exposure to, the character to come away with any real sense of the character. I’m sure they could parrot whatever the characters said about him, but that’d empty description, not knowledge.

Khan, before, could only be Khan. You couldn’t put any other character in his stead and tell the story. In the episode “Space Seed”, the story was about the presence of a 20th-century genetically-engineered superman in the 23rd century. Khan himself was about how he viewed and treated the people around him, whether the way he saw the crew of the Enterprise or the way he saw his own. When he returned in Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan, he was about suddenly being able to seek out his revenge upon Kirk. The threat from him was immediate and it was visceral, and tied to people we knew. In both cases, you knew who he was, and you had a very real and present sense of his physical and mental abilities.

Not to mention, of his motivations. One throwaway line to Kirk about what one would do for family equals neither his care, affection, and protectiveness in “Space Seed” nor his seething need for vengeance in Wrath of Khan.

Here, he might just as well have been a guy actually named John Harrison on any revenge mission whatsoever. Who cares that he hates Admiral Marcus, a character that means nothing to us? It’s only Khan here because Orci, Kurtzman, and Lindeloff are all shorthand and signifier, too cute and too clever for their own good. Or that of the story.

I’m honestly unsure whether I would rather re-watch Star Trek Into Darkness or Star Trek V: The Final Frontier, but generally speaking I’d prefer the worst of any of the pre-reboot Trek series to this. The latest movie might be passable summer fare, but it’s not a Star Trek movie. I’m at a loss to explain why the people who made it seem to think those are mutually exclusive goals.

Postscript (May 19, 2013)

  • Really, much of what you need to know is in that GIF making the rounds, wherein Abrams reveals his underlying antipathy to Star Trek having been too “philosophical”.
  • In essence, Abrams et al are making what could just as well have been a different reboot — Buck Rogers Into Darkness? — except Paramount wanted the cachet that comes with the Star Trek name.
  • The problem is, that cachet comes because the “philosophical”, and those spaces wherein “nothing happens”, are part of that brand’s entire point.
  • Meanwhile, this is completely gratuitous — it literally exists for no other reason than to be gratuitous — and they should be ashamed of themselves.
  • I never even addressed Spock’s use of information from Spock Prime, despite the screenwriters (I think?) once stating that they weren’t going to be doing that sort of thing now that the new timeline was established.
  • Generally, I enjoyed the first movie in the franchise’s reboot, and gave it some latitude because it had a lot of work to do just to establish the new timeline.
  • Unlike the followup, the first film better balanced the loud with the quiet, the story with the set pieces.
  • For context: I did, indeed, grow up a Star Trek kid, with the family watching the reruns (even, sometimes, over dinner), my bedroom walls drawn into the bridge of the Enterprise, a Super-8 movie made about me as Kirk beaming down to a planet of dinosaurs.
  • All of that translated into joy when the first space shuttle received its name and unbridled excitement when the years-dead television show became a major motion picture.
  • Stray subjective observation: my Enterprise is spindly and majestic, not a hotrod.
  • I miss space travel as methodical majesty, the Enterprise leaving Earth in a ballet of running lights activating and slow thrusters ahead.
  • I don’t miss it like it’s inaccessible, as I watched some of that last night on Netflix, but now it’s all the tiresome, “Punch it!”

Postscript (May 21, 2013)

Other reviews echo my own, or, if you prefer, vice versa. You can, I’m sure, find plenty of good reviews, but I’m more interested in how widely-shared — and therefore not just pulled out of my own ass — my criticisms are.

  • Jill Pantozzi: “It pains me to have to write this but last night I saw Star Trek Into Darkness, the sequel to J.J. Abrams’ Star Trek reboot, and I hated it.”
  • Devin Faraci: “Star Trek Into Darkness is not the worst Star Trek movie. I would probably watch this film again before I rewatch The Final Frontier or Insurrection or Nemesis. That said, I would prefer not to rewatch any of these films – Star Trek Into Darkness included – because they are all very bad movies.”
  • Adam P. Knave: “I need to talk about Star Trek Into Darkness a while and there will be spoilers. So consider this your warning. You feeling good and warned? I hope so. Because…”
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