Sean Lemme

I started blogging as a way to lazily pass my high school senior project and somehow I've kept doing it for more than half my life

The Dark Knight Returns

Batman: Arkham City

After a summer of Marvel, I’ve recently descended into the depths of DC. And it would be hard not to, with all the new material they’ve been putting out lately. As part of the New 52 initiative, every single DC comic has been relaunched in the past month or so, which, you’ve got to admit, is a bold move. There was the Batman: Year One animated film starring Bryan Cranston – I thought it was OK. DC Universe Online, an MMO that launched earlier this year, just went free to play. And at the center of it all, for gamers like me, that is, there’s Arkham City, the sequel to the surprisingly great 2009 release Arkham Asylum. So needless to say I’ve started watching the Justice League cartoon that I never really paid attention to and spending a lot of time thinking about the DC Universe. Was Arkham City a worthy lightning rod for my DC fascination, or is it a disappointing sequel to the game that proved super hero games need not be disappointing?

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Shocktober: Transformers 3

Transformers: Dark of the Moon

After Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen was such an unmitigated disaster, how could people want a third one? How could they want another Michael Bay Transformers movie so badly that they turned Dark of the Moon into one of the highest grossing films of all time? Who are these people? To answer that question, I sat down with my brother and dad last night and watched this self-inflicted wound all the way through.

Dark of the Moon opens with a big spaceship crashing on the moon. When CG John F Kennedy hears about this, he orchestrates the space race with the secret intention of beating the Russians to this alien technology. They get up there and Neil Armstrong looks around the ship and then they come back and the space race ends. Immediately the film shifts to present day, where we stare at the butt of this film’s supermodel girlfriend for Shia LaBeouf. After Michael Bay has his lust temporarily sedated, we catch up with Shia. Since the last movie, he’s graduated from college and is looking for work. He wants to be someone important, but being a recent college grad, he doesn’t have that many opportunities available to him. We learn that he met his girlfriend after getting a medal from CG Barack Obama at the White House, even though it’s established she works at a car showroom. What’s worse, Shia’s parents show up in a Sarah Palin-style tour bus. God, I hate these people.

So Shia goes on to act like a whiny bitch with his beautiful girlfriend and rich parents for a while. Meanwhile, that Tad Hamilton guy is in Chernobyl with the Autobots for some reason. They find some thing and then get attacked by Soundwave, who, if you remember, was a fucking boombox in the show. Now he’s a fancy car surrounded by gigantic metal tentacles, you probably remember those from the trailer. Optimus is pissed about something and so he goes to the moon and brings back Sentinel Prime, who was hidden on that spaceship up there the whole time. Sentinel Prime has some of the key components of the Space Bridge, the teleporting technology to go instantly between Cybertron and Earth. Also, Sentinel Prime is played by Leonard Nimoy, who played Galvatron in the real Transformers movie. I don’t think Michael Bay knows this, however, since he instead just makes every Spock reference possible. Sentinel Prime actually says “The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few” at one part. The gall of this man.

I guess Michael Bay liked Burn After Reading, because we learn that Frances McDormand is now in charge of the Autobots side of the U.S. government and John Malkovich is the weirdo who hires Shia. Malkovich acts like a hardass boss during the interview, but then quickly becomes a joke before disappearing entirely. He doesn’t really even matter, because Shia’s time at his new job is spent getting into homoerotic situations with Ken Jeong, who as it turns out worked for NASA during Apollo 11. Laserbeak, Soundwave’s cassette tape who is now simply a bird robot, kills Ken Jeong, so now Shia’s on the case. But he’s too late: Sentinel Prime betrays Optimus and joins with Megatron to summon the limitless army of Decepticons on Cybertron to Earth. Shia learns that his supermodel girlfriend’s boss secretly has been helping the Decepticons the whole time and she gets kidnapped. The Decepticons take over Chicago for some reason, and the U.S. government gives into their demand to exile the Autobots. They all get on another spaceship and then that ship gets blown up by Starscream (I think, it’s hard to tell).

With all the Autobots seemingly dead, Shia joins up with Tyrese Gibson and his old military buddies to head to Chicago. But when they get there, they give up because they didn’t think this through. Then, out of nowhere, the Autobots show up. They weren’t on the spaceship at all! Shia asks why and Optimus basically says no reason. Then there’s an action sequence for at least an hour. They spend forever trying to get to a certain building, even though they actually make it there to save the supermodel within minutes. They save her and leave and then realize they need to go there again. And it takes forever. Optimus flies around and gets stuck in hanging wires like an idiot. Some Autobot who’s like an old British scientist, complete with weird robot Einstein hair, gets killed and we’re supposed to be sad. Megatron basically sits there helplessly for the whole movie. Dudes parachute in and kill random, unnamed Decepticons. Sentinel Prime just stands on a building monologuing like an evil Spock. Eventually he fights Optimus. He’s about to win, but the supermodel manipulates Megatron into actually doing something, so he backstabs Sentinel. Then Optimus kills Megatron like a bitch. He does a brief monologue and boom, movie over.

It probably shouldn’t, but it still bothers me how far from the source material we’ve come. All the Autobots are douchebags, especially Optimus Prime. They’re just jerks to everybody. And you can’t even tell who the Decepticons are, I thought Soundwave died three times because I couldn’t tell him from the others. The humans are all horrible people, especially Shia LaBeouf, who spends the whole fucking movie whining and screaming. I hate him so much. The supermodel is worse than Megan Fox, she’s just meat put on display for us, often standing in sexy poses during the most dangerous situations. At least John Tuturro and Alan Tudyk (as his European manservent) seem like they’re having fun with their parts. But most everything that was wrong with the last movie is wrong with this one: the story is hard to follow and stupid, the characters are terrible and it’s way too damn long – longer than Revenger of the Fallen. The CG generally looks nice and it’s easier to follow now, especially because so much is in slow motion, but I still don’t really care.

But what about my brother and dad? They liked X-men Origins: Wolverine after all. They wanted to see this movie. I had to wait for them to start it. About halfway through the experience, my dad turned to me and asked why I wanted to see it. I told him it was to write about how bad it is. He accepted that answer. As soon as the credits started, they were up and out of there. My brother seemed excited about some parts of it, but when it was over he was quick to call it a bad movie. He just liked seeing fancy cars, I reckon. Later, my dad took me aside to talk about how bad the movie was. He even mentioned it to my other brother on the phone.

It’s just a shame, Michael Bay could have made a much more action-packed, bizarre movie if he stuck to the source material. He could have set it during the 1980s and the ridiculousness of it, things like the main villain turning into a gun that someone else had to fire, would be greater than anything in his film series. Instead, he created a successful franchise without a soul. A terrible machine that transforms hope and love into sorrow and loathing. And I hear we’re in for like two more of them.

San Fran Rock City

Driver: San Francisco

It seems like every year there’s one racing game that captures my interest. Last year, it was the totally thrilling Split/Second. This year, somehow, it’s the latest Driver game. The Driver franchise has never been one that I cared about, save for when I heard Driv3r was starring Michael Madsen, Mickey Rourke and Ving Rhames. Even then, I didn’t really care about it, I was just confused. Why would you want Michael Madsen to star in a driving video game with a terrible title? But, by combining basic cable buddy cop antics with Quantum Leap, Driver: San Francisco demanded not just my attention, but a good chunk of my time too.

You play as Detective John Tanner, a cop who is obviously cool because he drives a Dodge Challenger modelled after the one in the movie Vanishing Point. Tanner, along with his partner Tobias Jones respond to a call that Jericho, the guy they put away in Driv3r is trying to escape prison by hijacking his prison transport truck. But Jericho gets the drop on Tanner, ramming into his car. Tanner awakens hours earlier, now with the power to leave his body and take over any driver on the road. Just like Quantum Leap, passengers don’t know that they’re drivers have been possessed, providing much of the game’s humor as Tanner tries to blend in. With his new powers, Tanner has to get to the bottom of Jericho’s evil plans and bring him in before he can get away for good.

It’s probably worth noting that Tanner, Jones and Jericho sound nothing like Madsen, Rhames and Rourke and I had no problem not knowing the plot of previous Driver games. The game makes it clear enough early on: Jericho’s bad, Tanner’s good, go play. The game’s written like a cheesy cop show and it works pretty well. It has a lot of fun with the weirdness of interacting with passengers and generally the game has a pretty light tone.

Being able to switch from car-to-car really changes the way you play a racing game. Having trouble catching up with a car you’re chasing? Just switch into an oncoming truck and smash into them. Need to be in a bunch of places at once? No problem, just pick the nearest cars to those locations. Need to find out information about a hired assassin? Just posses her driver. There’s a reasonable variety to the game, but its the innate fun of this mechanic that makes playing through Driver: San Francisco enjoyable.

This is an open world game, in the vein of Burnout Paradise. You’ve got more and more of San Francisco to drive around as the game’s story progresses and plenty of diversions if you don’t feel like spending time with Tanner and Jones. There are side missions that tell more amusing stories, like the dumb kids who end up getting involved in the street racing circuit or an angry agent who destroys the signs for the gig of a rival band. More substantially, there are tons of challenges and stunts to be completed around the city. These are simple activities, like “keep your car at 100 mph for 30 seconds” or “drift for 50 feet” but they reward you with precious income. You can use your earnings to buy cars to spawn or upgrades for yourself, like an enhanced boost ability or ramming.

There’s also mulitplayer, for what it’s worth.

Driver: San Francisco would not be much if it was a straight driving game. The driving mechanics of the game are solid, but not especially fun. The game looks all right, but it certainly doesn’t stand out. But the supernatural aspect of the game makes it unique and compelling. If I’m only going to play one racing game this year (and it looks like that will be the case) I’m glad it’s this one.

If You’re Feeling Feisty

Feist – Metals

I’ve been waiting for this for a long time. I know a lot of people were sucked into the world of Feist by “1234,” but I actually didn’t get The Reminder until well after those commercials were relevant. The song that did it for me was “I Feel It All,” which I still maintain is her best song and a pretty great music video. Then I got into Broken Social Scene and realized I liked Feist even more. Alas, a new Feist album seemed to be ever looming on the horizon, never within reach. Well, Metals finally showed up this month and while it’s not as revolutionary as I might have hoped, it’s certainly not something to be missed.

Probably the most important thing you need to know about Metals is that you will never hear any song from it in an iPod commercial. Firstly, because they don’t make iPod commercials anymore and Apple doesn’t really double dip anyway. Secondly, because this album is entirely devoid of poppy hits-in-waiting. Metals is a soft album. So soft, if we didn’t have microphones, you’d probably have to be standing right in front of Feist just to hear her voice. And come on, we all know you’d be pretty embarrassed in that situation.

Thanks to iTunes, a lot of people are wondering if the album is a dying idea. Metals serves as a reminder for why the album is a great concept. If Feist had just come out with a single, no matter what track she chose, it would lose in comparison to “1234.” Instead, she got put out a whole bunch of songs, still lose in comparison to “1234” and keep me and people like me quite happy.

Favorite Tracks: “The Bad in Each Other,” “The Circle Married the Line,” “Bittersweet Melodies”

The Best Thing to Come from The Polyphonic Spree

St. Vincent – Strange Mercy

Baroque pop is a silly term. Moving on, the first St. Vincent album I heard was Actor, her second record. I really liked the first song, “The Strangers,” but the rest of it didn’t really stick with me. Why that is is probably worth investigation and analysis, but I have not the time nor the desire to really dig into Actor once more. I can tell you I have a strong memory associated with it riding a train in Paris, but that’s neither here nor there. I’ve just used “nor” two sentences in a row, so you can tell I’ve got a lot of positive things to say about Strange Mercy, St. Vincent’s third album.

It all starts with a song called “Chloe in the Afternoon,” a jarring, distorted number that seems to be about bondage or some other deviant activity with horse-hair whips and heels. Then we move on to “Cruel,” a surprisingly jaunty tune about well, I think you can guess. It’s these juxtapositions that serve as Strange Mercy‘s greatest strength, songs are equally likely to feature a chunky-as-hell guitar as they are a beautiful, ripped-from-a-musical string section. St. Vincent is doing something, perhaps not unheard of, but certainly distinct.

This isn’t an easy album, in that if you listen to the lyrics, it sounds like St. Vincent is going through a bit of an existential crisis. But damnit, even without listening to the lyrics, this would be an album worth hearing. There’s a complexity to it that makes it feel like I’m actually being treated like an adult by my music. And as we push forward in these depressing times, maybe it’s good to be reminded that there’s more to music than the escapism of shuffling along to “Party Rock Anthem.”

Favorite Tracks: “Cruel,” “Northern Lights,” “Year of the Tiger”

Within and Without You

Washed Out – Within and Without

I’ve been listening to Within and Without by Washed Out for the past few months and it’s probably one of my favorites of the year. That means I should probably write something about it. So, here I am, writing about music again. It feels… uncomfortable. Not just because I haven’t done it in a while, but because Washed Out’s genre, chillwave, is one that is designed not to inspire. It’s the minimalistic music of the recession-era, or at least that’s what Wikipedia tells me.

Wikipedia tells me some other perplexing things. It tells me chillwave music is meant to be danced to, but frankly the idea of a chillwave dance is ghastly. It also tells me Panda Bear is basically the father of the genre and he has a new album out this year too, called Tomboy. But, while I recognize the similarities between Panda Bear and Washed Out and fully understand how people could called Washed Out derivative, it’s Within and Without that really stuck with me this year, not Tomboy.

As I think music like this probably should, Within and Without has a very clean sound to it. Most every song starts simple and builds up. That’s a really generic sentence, but I’m leaving it in. At times I was reminded of Animal Collective or Beach House as I listened to these carefully arranged electronic sounds overcome me. And while certainly a few tracks stood out to me, I really feel the album is best taken as a whole. It’s super pleasant to listen to, one of my favorites for driving or working. That’s all I want out of music, most of the time. Something pleasant to keep me company in the world.

Favorite Tracks: “Eyes Be Closed,” “Before,” “A Dedication”

T3: Really Short Songs

Just something I was thinking about. I’ll be brief, because these songs sure are… Less than 90 seconds to be exact.

10. The Pixies – “Crackity Jones”


You’ve got to admit, this song moves.

9. The Stone Roses – Elizabeth My Dear


This is what it would be like if the Stone Roses were more like Simon and Garfunkel. I wanted to include a Bob Dylan song, but I couldn’t find a YouTube of the one I was looking for, so… substitution.

8. Foo Fighters – “Doll”


An auspicious start to what is probably their best album.

7. Red Hot Chili Peppers – “They’re Red Hot”


What a way to end an album. Demon heads!

6. The White Stripes – “Little Room”


This is the first time in my life I wished “Fell in Love with a Girl” was shorter.

5. The Who – “It’s a Boy”


Sorry about posting Tommy spoilers. It’s not even Whovember yet.

4. Coldplay – “Parachutes”


Hurr durr herp derp Coldplay.

3. Scott Walker – “30 Century Man”


This song is featured in both The Life Aquatic and one of the Futurama movies.

2. The Beatles – “Her Majesty”


The original hidden track? I very much doubt it. But it’s fun to wildly speculate.

1. Cat Stevens – “Tea for the Tillerman”


In conclusion, 90 seconds was a pretty arbitrary limit that stopped me from listing many great songs that are shorter than two minutes. I guess the lesson here is you don’t have to spend a lot of time to make something great.