REVIEW: What the %@&*! Happened to Comics?

Art Spiegelman came to EMU on Thursday to reflect on the history, state, and future of comics. It was part of a tour he was on, and I was afraid the talk would be clearly practiced or tired or reluctant, or all in the service of a new book. It wasn’t. What surprised me most was that from the start he seemed to genuinely care about his subject. He talked about how comics affected him in his childhood, some of their history, how methods developed. He started with comics — at the time I think sequential woodcuts — popularized in the late 18th century by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, on to a popular book of woodcuts published in the US in 1929, and then onto the underground comix movement that was just developing when Spiegelman was a child. He told us about his father buying him lurid comics as a child because they were cheaper than the nicer ones and how the moral panic around comics at the time shaped the development of comics in his life.

He was well-spoken, friendly, and engaging throughout, and there was never a time when it seemed like he was doing anything other than talking about what he wanted to talk about. At the end of his talk (he went overtime) he said he had a few minutes for a question and answer session. A small line formed behind a microphone, but he took his time to answer each question, and it went on for probably over half an hour. He went off on tangents and matters on interesting in the way only a really interested person can. Finally it came time for the book signing. “By this point an unsigned copy of Maus must be worth more than a signed one,” he said. “I think that’s my penance, to sign every copy of Maus, and when I sign the last one I’ll die.”

In fairness, he was selling a book called Metamaus, a book of reflections on Maus and how it had affected his life, and he was selling the book there, but he was clearly talking about stuff he liked talking about, and his interest and enjoyment were what really made the event.

PREVIEW: What the %@&*! Happened to Comics? Art Spiegelman at EMU

Who: Art Spiegelman, author of Maus, winner of the Pulitzer Prize, legitimizer of comics as a medium.

Where: Eastern Michigan University

What: A talk about the history of comics as a medium, and commentary on their current state.

When: Thursday, April 10, 7:00 pm.

Art Spiegelman, who wrote Maus, is appearing at EMU. It’s an interesting reminder that EMU, which is a short bus ride away on Route 4, has a lot going on as well.

REVIEW: The Great God Pan

The Great God Pan is a fine display of the quality and professionalism that the RC Players can demonstrate. I had the benefit of being able to watch the director go over notes on Thursday before the rehearsal and see the care and craft that goes into a performance like this. I saw the kind of unpretentious attention to detail and critical analysis that leads — in any discipline: writing, theater, math, history, construction — to real quality in the final product. It’s easy to forget the importance of certain roles, such as lighting or stage management, which, when done well, as they were, go unnoticed. I’m glad I was there, and it was also very interesting to see notes being read about a performance that I hadn’t seen and didn’t know anything about, and then to see the show and connect the notes and suggestions to the play itself.

The play opens with an old primary school friend (who happens to be gay) of our protagonist talking with him for the first time since their childhood. They are presumed to be in their mid-ish-thirties now. He tells him that he was abused by his father when he was younger, and is mounting a lawsuit against him. He wants to know if our protagonist remembered his — the friend’s — father doing anything to him at the time.

It’s heavy subject matter, but the play deals with it tastefully. It does so by rarely dealing with it directly. We see him with his family and long-time girlfriend, with the idea of past abuse hanging over everything, adding depth and subtlety to each interaction. At no point is shock used to cheap effect. At no point is it preachy or proselytizing. No description of the event to audience gasps. No easy invocation of a head-shaking audience solidarity over the evils of molestation. Crying onstage is difficult to pull off, and it can easily break the spell, but in the one scene when the protagonist does, it felt — to me — earned.

The performances were all great, and a few stood out in particular. The actor playing the mother gave an incredibly believable performance while not sacrificing a sharp comic timing, and the character of the psychiatric client portrayed anxiety in a way that felt true.

In case I’ve given the wrong impression, the play was not about abuse. Nor is it about sexuality. More than anything else, it’s a meditation on memory and identity. The main character vehemently denies that anything that happened to him so long ago can’t possible affect who he is now. Home-video-style recordings used to represent memory are integrated into the show. The protagonist visits and old babysitter who has begun to forget. A side story involving a client of the girlfriend, who is a psychiatrist, was disconnected, but the strength of the performance and how interesting it was carried it.

I fully recommend seeing it, and luckily, if you live in Ann Arbor or you’ll be here over summer, there’s still a chance to if you haven’t yet. The Redbud Theater in Ann Arbor will be putting on a performance on May 29th, 30th, and 31st. The RC Players will be putting on a show called Picasso on April 10th, 11th, and 12th, which I can only expect will be very good.

PREVIEW: The Great God Pan

RC Players is putting on a play this weekend: The Great God Pan, by Amy Herzog.

It’ll be playing this weekend, 8pm Friday and Saturday, and 2pm Sunday.

Admission is free! If you’re in the area, what could be a better way to get out of the apartment/residence/math lab over the weekend?

I’ll be seeing a dress rehearsal today, Thursday, and I’ll post the review before the play officially opens tomorrow.

EDIT: Well, I failed. The full rehearsal was delayed and then cancelled. I ended up seeing it on Saturday.

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REVIEW: The Grand Budapest Hotel

This is a great movie. It’s almost as if Wes Anderson, knowing we expect him to give us kitsch, cute, and darkly funny has decided to take Chekhov’s maxim that art should “prepare us for tenderness” to heart. The movie starts off with a girl in the modern day (presumably) walking up to a statue of an author in a park in the fictional  Eastern European country of Zubrowka, sitting beside it and beginning to read one of his books. We then hear the author narrating, while sitting in his study, telling us of his visit to the Grand Budapest Hotel. We are taken to the Grand Budapest Hotel, where the author, now much younger, is staying for a season. While there he meets the owner of the hotel, Zero Mustafa, who tells us of his humble beginnings as a lobby boy. Then we can take a breath, because this is where the real story begins.

The story progresses with all the kitschy mise-en-scene, dollhouse-like sets, and careful fairytale framing that we would expect from Wes Anderson, but hints of something deeper are already apparent. The relationship between the young Zero and the concierge is moving, and both of them are fully realized human characters. The encounter between them and the forces invading Zubrowka is the first hint that the movie is aiming for something deeper. The story is exciting, stylish, and moving, but The Grand Budapest Hotel is as much about the framing as about the story in the middle. The story happens in the almost-unmentioned midst of an alt-Nazi invasion of Zubrowka, and the tension between the rarefied, effete world of the wealthy and sophisticated and the incoming storm of war is powerful wherever it is apparent.

The movie is absurd, but perhaps it is through an absurd alternate history that we can see history most truly. Books, classes, monuments, ruins, and common knowledge hide something about war and history. They hide its absurdity. The only thing making the invading forces in the movie more absurd than the forces that ravaged Europe half a century ago in our world is that we are used to our history. We have accepted it as part of the world, and only those who have been in it, those who were part of it can really understand the randomness of what happened.

Anyway, the other framing device is one that we forget about until the end of the movie, when the perspective switches back to the hotel, to the study, to the girl reading in the park. The story has always been set in the modern day, and we have been travelling through memory and literature into the past. We emerge blinking at the end, and the heartbreaking power of the movie seems revealed all at once. Their history, our history, and the great tragedy and power of the past.

The movie is about other things, too, of course. It deals powerfully with love, friendship and loneliness, but the history is what stuck with me the most. And aside from that pretentious stuff, it’s still a gorgeous, exciting, incredibly funny movie. The movie’s humor and excitement would form a fantastic movie by themselves. Even if that’s all you’re looking for, it succeeds in making the movie. If not, however, it all serves doubly to prepare us for tenderness.

PREVIEW: The Grand Budapest Hotel

What: The latest (greatest?) Wes Anderson movie.

When: A pre-screening tonight, but it should be in cinemas for a while.

Where: The State Theater

How much: $7 for students

Featuring an even bigger-name cast than usual for Wes Anderson, and already sporting a 91% on Rotten Tomatoes, it looks like The Grand Budapest Hotel will likely be the biggest movie out since Oscar Season.