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Sunday, January 26, 2025

Nothing's free in Waterworld

The long-awaited rewatch of Kevin Reynolds' Waterworld came on Friday night. So much for me saying in yesterday's post that it was a weekend of watching "old favorites." My rewatch of Throw Momma From the Train on Thursday night also gives lie to that premise, though I think the star ratings of these two movies may have swapped places. More on that in a minute.

When I say "long-awaited," I mean I got the idea about three-and-a-half weeks ago -- was it only that recently? a lot's happened since then -- when we went to Universal Studios in Los Angeles on January 1st, which was also my younger son's 11 birthday, and saw my beloved Waterworld stunt show, which I have now seen at least four times. I had only seen the movie once, and I decided it was time to rectify that. Maybe, I thought, it's better than I remembered. 

I was rewarded pretty quickly on my two "favorite" things about the movie, though one is an actual favorite and one is a moment that makes me laugh.

The actual favorite: the device where the Universal logo of the planet Earth steadily loses all its land masses before the movie proper starts, perfectly preparing us for what we're about to watch. I think that may be the first time I had ever seen a studio tie something about its logo into the themes of the film, and it enthralled me. 

As a side note, this is immediately followed by some voiceover setting the stage, the kind of thing that is far more often handled via on-screen text. The voiceover is in the familiar booming voice of Hal Douglas, who did the readings for about 732 trailers back at this time and was one of the most recognizable voices to those of us who watched them. There was a funny disconnect hearing his voice used within an actual movie, and I don't think it works. You just think you're watching a trailer.

The joke favorite thing: the line of dialogue mentioned in the title of this post, which comes during Kevin Costner's first exchange with another character.

(The second meaning of this title? Waterworld itself was not free. I can't believe I had to pay to rent it. I have about five streaming services and I thought it should have been available on at least three of them.)

Costner's "the Mariner" (I was surprised how rarely that name is actually spoken in the film, given its usage in the stunt show) is bartering with another loner like himself, who offers the Mariner something for free to sweeten the deal. "Nothing's free in Waterworld" says the Mariner, and I have to say, the intonation of this line is different than I remembered.

I always thought this was funny because the line should just be "Nothing's free." You don't need to say "in Waterworld." Waterworld is Earth. It would be like saying "Nothing's free on Earth," which no one would ever say. 

I understand the point of the line, which is to tell us, the audience, that this specifically -- not life generally -- is a place where there are no free lunches, where every free agent has their own agenda. But to the characters of this world, it's just the only world that exists. They would only call it "Waterworld" if they thought there were some sort of alternative.

Of course, there is an alternative, which is that some number of decades or centuries earlier (more on that in a minute), there were cities and countries and continents that were once above the waves. But the premise is also that no one alive has seen these cities and countries and continents -- except the Mariner, who can use his gills to swim down to them, but he isn't telling anybody about it -- and that the oral storytelling tradition is not sufficiently developed to have passed down any certainty that these things existed. In fact, most people believe dry land is a myth. If dry land is a myth, then certainly it's also a myth that there are any planets in the heavens, that the sun is a star, or that there is anything in the universe other than these people traveling around in steampunk boats and wearing Mad Max's hand-me-downs.

In other words, they have no reason even to believe in the concept of something called land, so to distinguish what they do believe in from it, there is no reason to call it Waterworld.

That's probably just about enough of that discussion.

But if there's no land, one wonders how they continue to get the things they need, that are in many cases used so plentifully that they are almost squandered. For example, there is a careless disregard for the quantity of cigarettes that are smoked, such that the lead Smoker, the Deacon (Dennis Hopper), throws them around to people in the teeming crowds like Donald Trump throwing paper towels to Puerto Ricans. Whether they get stomped on by those crowds seems immaterial, so obviously it is easy for them to make new cigarettes any time they want. 

But cigarettes rely on tobacco which grows as a plant. We obviously do see things growing here in some limited quantity of dirt, but then it's unclear where that dirt came from if no one has ever seen land and its very existence might only be a rumor. It's tempting to think they just came across a shipping container full of a zillion cigarettes, but then this would suggest that the time of land and regular tobacco plants was as recently as a decade or two earlier, in which case, many people alive would remember that land existed and it wouldn't be an idea involving any uncertainty. This happened more like generations ago. So this group of bestial, id-driven cretins, overseen by Deacon, somehow have the sophisticated means of producing, machine-rolling and then wrapping in paper boxes these perfect packs of cigarettes. Don't forget, they had to get the paper for that somewhere too.

This is to say nothing of all the other things they have, and how they got those things, like a seemingly unlimited supply of bullets.

It is not worth asking these questions about Waterworld. It is only worth asking if you had a good time.

And I did. I definitely liked the movie better than I remembered, and I'll go through some of these points here.

1) Costner's performance as Mariner is really enjoyable. His movements really suggest a person who is more animal instinct than refined human gesture. And he takes quite a long time to become fully sympathetic, though once that transformation occurs he is a pretty standard hero. Before then, he engages in such dubious behavior as suggesting that they throw the young girl Enola (Tina Majorino) over the side of the boat to optimize their supply of drinkable water, and then later actually throwing her overboard, in a fit of combustible annoyance rather than an actual attempt to kill her. I like that the movie gives us more than a superficial idea of his bestial qualities instead of immediately redeeming him as a traditional hero.

2) On the other side, Hopper's villain is not one-dimensional either. A film that cared less about nuance would just make Deacon do terrible things during his every moment on screen, because especially in 1995, we would have wanted our villains to be unproblematically loathsome, to make their eventual demises all the more gratifying. Deacon is an asshole, but you can't say he doesn't have his reasons; in his very first scene, he loses his left eye, an occurrence that the movie makes comedic hay out of the rest of its running time. In fact, the comedy in Hopper's performance is one of its best aspects, as he relates to people as more like a businessman frustrated with what he has to deal with than a cackling epitome of evil. I think of the contrast with his villain in Speed the year before, and though I like that work quite a lot too, I think this performance is less sadistic and more opportunistic. In a way he is also just a version of a guy trying to get by in this world, like the Mariner. (Incidentally, we already know Waterworld received some inspiration from the design of the Mad Max movies, but as I was watching this, I couldn't help but notice that the influence might go both ways. The way Deacon interacts with his subjects is very similar to how Immortan Joe would interact with his own subjects some 20 years later.)

3) Because the Universal Studios stunt show is more my frame of reference for this movie than the movie itself, watching Waterworld had the enjoyable element of feeling like I was watching that stunt show fleshed out to feature length. It was nice to be reminded where some of the design elements and specific stunts got their origins, and in turn made that stuff seem more vigorous and exciting in the movie. Any time a character swung around in a cage or traveled along a zipwire, I remembered the stunt show that has entertained me so much and it reflected well on the movie. These scenes are just plain exciting, and given some similarity in design elements, like big shipboard guns that can be trained on nearby targets, I sometimes felt like I was watching an elongated version of the scene in Return of the Jedi where Jabba the Hutt's floating barge is destroyed. 

4) The copy of the film I had looked really good. I'm not much one to determine how one copy potentially differs from another, but I was really noticing how crisp and clean everything looked here. 

5) I thought the plot had sufficient momentum for a movie than runs over two hours. Given that there is a general sameness to all the sets, I was surprised at how this thing moved.

6) I was also reminded of an actual favorite film, The Cable Guy, as I was watching. In the climactic scene of that film, Jim Carrey's character, while punching Matthew Broderick's character in a satellite dish full of rainwater, shouts "Dry land is not a myth! I've seen it!" And then paraphrasing his next line: "I don't know what the big deal is! I've seen that movie five times! It rules!" The funny thing is, Chip Douglas (no relation to Hal Douglas) saying he loves Waterworld is supposed to undermine his taste in movies. The Cable Guy came out only a year later, when Waterworld was definitively and seemingly irreversibly in the realm of complete and total flop. But I don't know. Maybe it does sort of rule, in some ways.

I could probably continue with some other observations, but that's enough.

When adding this and Throw Momma From the Train to my list of rewatches on Letterboxd, I noticed the star ratings I'd given the two movies I hadn't seen since the 1990s (or possibly the 1980s for the other one). Obviously I gave those ratings not when I saw the movies but in, I think, 2012, when I filled in all the movies I'd seen on Letterboxd. I gave Throw Momma 3.5 stars and Waterworld 2.5 stars, but I think I would definitely reverse those two now, if not drop Throw Momma even a half-star lower than that. At the very least, my thoughts on that film don't warrant a full post, like I've just given this one. 

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Misnomer: The Rise of Trevor Benton

On Monday night, I was taking my break from baseball by watching more baseball. Not only did I watch the Home Run Derby from start to finish, but then I watched them recap it on Sportscenter. This was all background to other stuff I was doing, but it still struck me as funny that I didn't use my three-day respite for any of the other pastimes I find compelling. A sad commentary on my enslavement to the sport.

I believe it was during Sportscenter that they played one of those interstitial messages -- you know, "Sportscenter is brought to you by such-and-such." In this case, it was "Sportscenter is brought to you by G.I. Joe: The Rise of the Cobra."

I chuckled. And as I always do in situations like this, I thought of Trevor Benton.

If you're less anal than I am, you may not have noticed anything wrong with what the announcer said. But I did. He added an extra "the" that does not actually appear in the title. The true title is G.I. Joe: The Rise of Cobra, without the second "the." And though it shouldn't make that much difference, those of us who are anal grammarians know that it does. Without the definite article, "Cobra" signifies what it's supposed to signify: the name of an evil organization bent on world domination, led by Cobra Commander, Destro and some laboratory Frankenstein supervillain whose name I can't remember. With the definite article, however, "the Cobra" sounds like some kind of giant snake -- and since cobras are actually capable of elevating the front halves of their bodies, "rise" has a humorously literal meaning.

So where does Trevor Benton come into all this?

Well, Trevor Benton is a kid I went to school with. That's not his real name, but it's close enough. Although I haven't seen him in almost 20 years, I really liked Trevor Benton -- he was a funny and genuinely nice guy. And he therefore does not deserve to be made fun of, as I'm about to do.

But a single incident involving Trevor Benton caused him to live on in infamy in my group of friends. It was a totally innocuous incident, you'll agree, but as totally innocuous incidents often do, it stuck to him.

So what did Trevor do?

He got the name of a movie wrong.

I remember the morning quite well. For the fall of my freshman year in high school, I used to start each morning in the cafeteria of a building on campus called D House. For some reason (I really don't recall) I was arriving at school a half-hour or so before my first class, and I would sit in the cafeteria with Trevor and this guy named Bill. We shot the shit, like freshmen in high school did at the time.

One morning, Trevor said, "I really want to see that movie Push Momma Off the Train."

The rest, as they say, is history.

Needless to say, I recounted this story to a number of other friends. And it took hold. If you got the name of a movie wrong, it came to be known as an act of Bentonizing.

In the nearly 22 years since Throw Momma From the Train hit theaters, I have certainly heard numerous other Bentonizations of movie titles. Sadly, old age now prevents me from remembering many of them. I do remember a time when an airline pilot (the perfect guy to make a Bentonization) said we would be seeing Bridget Jones Diary 2: The Edge of Reasoning (actual title: Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason). I also remember when my friend Pres once referred to the movie as Trainspotters. That gave me a good laugh -- though not to his face. I kept it private and then shared it with like-minded friends later on. (And in the retelling with one particular friend, the story has become apocryphal -- we now say that Pres called it Carspotters instead of Trainspotters).

Is the difference between Trainspotting and Trainspotters really that important? Of course it isn't. Which is why Pres is no more an idiot for his slip of the tongue than poor Trevor was for his. (And that's probably why we had to change the story to make it more obviously wrong and more obviously humorous.)

But there is something undeniably funny about it. It's like that old game Operator, where you whisper a phrase in your friend's ear, then he/she whispers to his/her neighbor, and so on, and so forth, until it gets back to the start of the circle, and the phrase has transmogrified into something totally different. It's a failure to properly assimilate information given to you -- even if you mostly got it right.

The reason why it strikes a film buff like me as funny is precisely because movies are as important to me as they are. Titles imprint themselves on my brain when I first hear them, often because I know that they will later on mean something to me. But that doesn't mean I'm perfect, either -- just maybe that I don't "try out" a title in conversation until I've got it down. When I first saw the trailer for Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, for example, I'm pretty sure I did not remember the exact adjectives or nouns in the title. And I probably used some approximation of the title just to indicate which movie I was talking about -- the same way Trevor knew that someone's mother was being hurled off a locomotive, but did not remember the exact form that hurling took.

Heck, just earlier this year at the Super Bowl party I attended, I referred to Angels & Demons as Gods & Monsters -- though I was pretty drunk at the time. And then there are movies like Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, whose title was often intentionally botched even by those who knew the correct sequence of the words, simply as a means of critiquing what they considered to be a needlessly complicated title.

But the point in this whole thing is not to be superior, even though I do admit, from time to time, to indulging in some unjustified superiority over titles and their accuracy. The point is that getting a movie title wrong can simply be funny in and of itself, in a vacuum, without context. It was for this reason that friends and I brainstormed other potential Bentonizations, even if they never really existed. One of them was, "I really want to see that movie Gigantic," referring to the film about the sinking ship starring Leo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet. I suppose it's not that far removed from the kind of critique of old people we deliver when we say things like "I'm going to go look it up on the worldwide interwebs," or when Marge Simpson talks about "Bill Crosby and David Letterson." The joke is, "Here is what someone who is clueless would say."

I don't want to pick on Trevor or Pres or any other civilian (including myself) who gets a movie title wrong. But, conversely, it is really fun to pick on professionals, people in and around the movie business, who are guilty of the same thing. Either they should know better, or if it's a prerecorded piece, as in the Rise of the Cobra sponsorship spot, they should do enough research to make sure they have it right.

And so it was that I let out a loud howl as I was driving past the cheap movie theater a couple miles from my house earlier this year. I've told you about this theater before -- this theater is king of the Bentonizations. It's where we saw Autralia (the S was dropped on the ticket stub) and where I saw Baby's Mama.

So what was playing on this particular night when I drove by?

He Is Just Not That Into You.

Trevor Benton would be proud.