Saturday, August 25, 2012

"Incognegro" Review


They say that beauty is only skin deep, but can the same be said of hatred?

Mat Johnson, primarily an author of African-American literature, continues his exploration of race in the hard-hitting graphic novel “Incognegro.”



Released by Vertigo in 2008, the narrative provides a scathing look at injustice in 20th century America through the use of historical fiction.

During the late 1800s and early 1900s, racial violence was commonplace in the United States, particularly in the South. In an area of the country where the social convention of segregation was culturally acceptable and later institutionalized by Jim Crow, such actions constituted efforts to maintain white supremacy and disenfranchise blacks. Attempts were made specifically to deny them the rights granted by the Civil War Amendments (13th, 14th and 15th).

Lynching was a form of white man’s “justice” for violating this social code. For offenses both alleged and actual, countless individuals suffered the brutality of mob action during this era.

According to the Tuskegee Institute, nearly 4,800 people were lynched in the U.S. between 1882-1968, a statistic considered “conservative” by most historians.

Several courageous African-American journalists who had light skin and were able to “pass” as white went undercover to bring national awareness to these atrocities, a dangerous process known as going “incognegro” – hence the title of the work.

Besides the period context, Johnson provides further realism to the comic by using a real-life individual as inspiration for his protagonist.

Walter Francis White was a prominent civil right activist, novelist and spokesperson. He is perhaps most remembered for his work with the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, NAACP, which he joined in 1918. White, who had blond hair and blue eyes due to his European ancestry, was the organization’s chief investigator of lynching.



During his 10 years of undercover work, he chronicled 41 lynchings and eight race riots, providing candid details of both the events and the perpetrators. His writings were featured in numerous publications across the country, including the Chicago Daily News, American Mercury and The Nation, among others. His exposés help turn the tide of public opinion against lynching and resulted in increased federal legislation to combat the practice. 

The story of “Incognegro” follows the work of Zane Pinchback, a 1930’s reporter who works for the New York-based newspaper, the New Holland Herald. Pinchback, like the aforementioned White, investigates lynchings. His experiences are published under an alias in a widely read syndicated weekly column.



The book begins with Pinchback planning to retire from his clandestine work, having barely escaped with his life on his last story after his identity was exposed. However, fate intervenes in the form of a personal assignment — his brother, Alonzo, has been arrested and falsely charged with the murder of a white woman in Tupelo, Mississippi.

Thus, embarking on the infamous “last job,” Pinchback, once again goes “incognegro” to prove his brother’s innocence. Further complicating the situation is the impromptu tag-along of Pinchback’s fellow light-skinned friend Carl, who, despite his inexperience, aspires to take over Pinchback’s job. 

With the looming threat of a lynch mob and the rising suspicions of the townspeople, the story becomes a frantic race against the clock as Pinchback endeavors to uncover the true killer, maintain his cover and “get the hell out of Dodge.”

Johnson’s writing style provides a riveting detective story, complete with many unexpected twists and turns. The setup of the plot is similar to the classic Sidney Poiter film “In the Heat of the Night” – a black man trapped in an isolated community, attempting to solve a crime while also dealing with the escalating tension of the racist townsfolk.



The overarching theme of “Incognegro” is one of identity — particularly poignant is how Pinchback and Carl are treated differently by Southern whites based solely on an outward element, which we the reader know, is a fabrication.



Pinchback himself recognizes the superficial nature of the actions:

“That’s one thing that most of us know that most white folks don’t… [R]ace doesn’t really exist. Culture? Ethnicity? Sure. Class, too. But race is just a bunch of rules meant to keep us on the bottom. Race is a strategy. The rest is just people acting.”

The opening scenes of the book hold nothing back – the first three pages show a lynching in progress in graphic detail, complete with a voiceover description of the process.

This harsh, no-holds-barred presentation, which continues with copious uses of the "n-word" and other derogatory terms, provides the necessary shock value to forcefully immerse the reader in the world.

These arresting images are different from other instances of violence in comic books. Unlike other intense visuals in comic books by writers such as Garth Ennis and Mark Millar, the shock of these scenes cuts deeper, due to the knowledge that events like these actually happened in a previous era of our nation’s history.

The appropriately black-and-white art of Warren Pleece perfectly exemplifies the time period — he has a very subdued grounded, simplistic style of drawing, focusing on tight shots of his characters to emphasize their expressions and dialogue. His inking utilizes shadows, giving the story a noir-like feel. Large images are used sparingly, specifically only when to highlight a moment.



“Incognegro” is a fantastic graphic novel that brings new life to an important time in our history via an engaging medium. It is a must-read for those who appreciate the past and the advancements made in both African-American and the general culture.


Wednesday, August 1, 2012

"Pride of Baghdad" Review



They say the lion is the king of beasts, but can he navigate man’s world?

Brian K. Vaughan, Eisner-award winning comic book author of “Ex Machina” and “Y: The Last Man” continues his deft storytelling with a well-crafted stand-alone title about nature’s most fearsome predator.



“Pride of Baghdad,” released in 2006 by Vertigo, is unique in that the narrative is based on true events.

During the U.S. invasion of Iraq in 2003, the Baghdad Zoo was abandoned and later destroyed during the Battle of Baghdad. Many of the animals escaped in the aftermath of the destruction. Most notably, four lions were found roaming the streets of Baghdad by U.S. troops.

Vaughan offers a fictionalized account of what happened to these animals in between their time at the zoo and their encounter with the soldiers.  

Told from the perspective of the four lions, the author gives each animal a distinct personality: Zill, the alpha male and the calm leader of the group; Safa, an elderly, cynical lioness, who is comfortable with a life of captivity; Noor, a younger lioness and Zill’s mate, who longs for a life beyond their enclosure; and Ali, Noor’s cub, a source of endless curiosity and optimism.



The story follows this small pride from their confinement at the zoo, to the confused bedlam surrounding their liberation and finally their wandering in the unfamiliar landscape of war-torn Baghdad.

Viewing the events from the confused, naïve eyes of the displaced animals provides a humbling analysis of the conflict. Perhaps the most memorable exchange takes place between the lions and an unnamed turtle they encounter in the Tigris River, who educates them on the history of “the two-legger’s war:”
                        
                    SAFA: “This has happened before?

TURTLE:  “More than once. Last time was a dozen or so years ago... There's black stuff under the earth... Poison... When the walker's fight, they sent it spewing into the sky and spilling into... the sea."

ALI: “What are they fighting about?”

TURTLE: “Damned if I know, son… damned if I care."

Having the lions unwittingly caught up in something larger than themselves that they can’t understand makes them empathetic characters, and you root for their survival as they navigate this new, harsh world.


This story style reminds me of one of my favorite novels, “All Quiet on the Western Front.” Author Erich Maria Remarque uses a similar strategy of having an innocent highlight the senselessness of violence, in this case the lead character of Paul Bäumer, whose youthful exuberance is slowly snuffed out by the horrors of the WWI trenches.



“Pride of Baghdad” is brought to life by artist Niko Henrichon, whose vibrant visuals bring beauty to the decimated environments. His sweeping two-page spreads, which highlight the liberation and wonder of the setting, as well as the destruction and peril, are highly-detailed, and constitute some of the best artwork I’ve ever seen in a comic.




“Pride of Baghdad” is a fantastic comic book that works on two levels — first, as an engaging adventure story, and secondly as a thought-provoking commentary on war. 

More importantly, it shows that some concepts, such as identity, hope and — above all — freedom, are desires shared by all creatures.

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Mi tiempo en el paiz de Honduras: Reflections From My First International Missions Trip


“God bless you.”

Three simple words that we Americans use so casually, and in such varied circumstances — for health, general reflection and even in simple greeting — that it has become a trite phrase.

After a week-long mission’s trip to Honduras I, along with my Grace Church team members, have developed a new outlook on the meaning of the term.


First, some background about my personal involvement — prior to the week of July 2, I had expressed no intention of attending the trip; my mother and sister had been planning their participation for about two months, a decision which I supported, but my current status as a recent college grad had not left me in the best financial state, specifically to afford an estimated $2,500 missions trip.

Unexpectedly, I found out Wednesday of that week that one of the attendees had cancelled and his pre-paid ticket was still available for a mere $100. Fortunately, several elements fortuitously came together at the last minute to afford me this unique opportunity, the first of many blessings I received on the trip.

Our group of 13 departed on Saturday, July 7 from Newark Airport at 9:15 a.m. and flew four and a half hours to arrive in San Pedro Sula, the second largest city in Honduras. This being our church’s first international missions trip, we were all relieved that our traveling went smoothly, besides a few slight hiccups (including lost baggage, one of our members having to undergone additional security screening due to his knee replacements and the San Pedro Sula airport experiencing a power outage while we were going through customs).


It was at the airport that we were introduced to our host, Victor Almendarez, the missionary sponsored by our church’s Missions Board for the past 10 years. Victor, who has been involved with spreading the gospel for 17 years, oversees 30 churches in the country. Speaking to us through a translator, he served as our guide for the week (as well as a gracious soundboard for us to try our broken Spanish).

Meeting Victor (Back row, 2nd from right).

Victor is a remarkable man — he is truly passionate for evangelism; the spiritual fervor he evokes in his sermons was inspiring, and his compassion and dedication to his flock were unparalleled. 

From the airport we drove two and a half hours to the city of El Manguito, Copan to the hotel where we spent most of our week. 

That initial ride through the country provided our group with the first big eye-opener: witnessing the stark contrast between the Honduran countryside (roaming mountains, endless sugar cane fields, beautiful foliage) and the impoverishment of its people — families crammed into dilapidated, windowless dirt shacks; children wading through sewage water, collecting plastic bottles to salvage for money; malnourished stray dogs roaming the streets, etc.



Most of us younger team members, having attended numerous mission's trips in the United States with our youth group, thought we had previously experienced poverty firsthand. However, the dissimilarities in the standards of living between our two countries were truly shocking. As one of my friends said, “Seeing the difference between [the concepts of] ‘poor’ and ‘destitute’ is remarkable.”

We settled into our hotel, the Sula Inn, on Saturday night without a hitch. The area consisted of an enclosed two-story pavilion, connected to a restaurant and small courtyard. The hotel proved to be a unique experience for our American sensibilities, as none of the rooms had hot water and we had to brush our teeth using bottled water, as it wasn’t safe to drink from the tap. We also had some unexpected house guests (lizards and the occasional cockroach). Nevertheless, we all were reasonably comfortable and felt extremely blessed in comparison to the conditions of the surrounding area.   

Our residence for the week

On Sunday we attended a church service hosted by one of Victor’s congregations. Located about 15 minutes away from the hotel, we also wanted to see the building project some of us would be working on during the week.

The location of the church site, at the top of the hill. 

The environment we were introduced to was one of thankfulness and anticipation. We were greeted by a group of about 20-30 children, as well as several adult members. That day’s service was held in the courtyard of a house, and contained the barest of materials — plastic chairs wooden benches, one microphone and a podium. However, the lack of amenities did not dampen the spirits of the people — everyone was so excited to see their “amigos de los Estados Unidos” (friends from the United States).

Los ninos!

Everyone in our missions group was touched by how passionate our Honduran brothers and sisters were in their worship; even without instruments, they joyously sang their praises to God unashamedly, and their genuine love for Christ was evident.

Following the service, we were shown the church construction site, which was located just behind the house, up a steep rocky incline. At this point, the church was in its basic stage — just a dirt floor, along with four five-foot-high walls in about a 30x60 foot space. The intent was to get the walls up to 12 feet, along with laying the cement floor and setting up the roof before the end of the week.

The great beginning...

I’d like to think that the foundation of the church site represented the burgeoning hope for the congregation, both for the help we would provide them in the construction and for the spiritual nurturing we were bringing for their children, and their anticipation was palpable.

From Monday to Thursday, all the members of our team worked tirelessly in two locations.

The majority of my week was spent at the church site with most of the male members of my group. Our primary job was transporting the raw materials for the construction, around 2,000 cinderblocks, and two five-foot-high piles of sand, up to the construction site. We also helped the builders mix cement, and constructed a wire frame from the outer wall of the structure.

Brick by brick.

This work was absolutely grueling; hauling 45-50 pounds of material up a 200 foot incline for six hours a day was quite a physical challenge.

The ladies also worked diligently, hosting a Vacation Bible School down the road from the work site from 9 a.m.–12 p.m. each day. They lead a group of about 70 local children in a variety of games and activities related to the week’s topic, “Putting on the Armor of God.” Highlights from their efforts included having 35 kids accept Jesus, as well as distributing a new pair of shoes to each child.  




Both of our teams were extremely tired by the end of the week, but the fruits of our labor were well worth the sacrifice, as we gathered with the community in a bonfire celebration and developed wonderful relationships with the children and their families.

Bonfire celebration

Friday was our relaxation day — we drove three hours southeast to Gracias, Limpira, to see Victor’s home and meet the rest of his family, as well as get lunch and do some souvenir shopping. My favorite part of this day was in the afternoon, when we went to “Baleneario Aguas Termales,” some volcanic hot springs in the mountains. There were five different pools of water, each heated by an underground fissure, basically offering a natural Jacuzzi. After four days of intense labor, was such a relaxing and cathartic experience!

Ahhhh....

At the end of the day on Friday, we returned to the construction site to see the completed building. As we said our goodbyes, it was so touching to see how nearly every child came up to us ask, “cuando se le devolverá?” (When are you coming back?)

Dedicating the finished building.

As I reflect on my time in Honduras, I think back to all the benefits the trip has provided me.

First, I have gained a the new outlook on life — seeing the comparison between Honduras and the United States has highlighted for me the selfish, complacent attitude we in America frequently hold over the mundane aspects of life. Residing in a country with such a high standard of living, we have been spoiled, an attitude about which this trip has lead me to feel convicted.

Second, I have been reminded of the idea of Christian fellowship. The most memorable moment of the week for me occurred on Tuesday, when nearly everyone from the congregation, including elderly people in their 70s, to young children no older than seven, helping us carry sand up the hill, and did so happily. Witnessing this collaborative effort made me remember how essential it is for us all to be more involved with both our churches and community — together we can accomplish greatness.

Finally, I have experienced a renewing of my faith. I thought to myself during the week, “If the people of Honduras can be grateful with so little, how can I not be content?” I have decided to attempt to be filled with the joy of the Lord at all times, regardless of my circumstances.

Our wonderful team!

My trip to Honduras was a life-changing experience, and I am grateful to have been able to work with fellow members of Grace Church helping those in need. As I look to the future, I am considering, based on the recommendation of Victor’s son Issac, returning to a Spanish speaking country to teach English.                                                        

After all, aren't we Christians called to use our gifts to help others? 

In the words of our Honduran brothers and sisters:

“Dios le bendiga!” (God bless you!)

Saturday, April 14, 2012

"The Cabin in the Woods" Review

Greetings, Whedonites! Having attended the midnight release, coupled with my body’s general refusal to rest (due to being hyped up on caffeine, candy and unabashed fanboy euphoria) over 22 hours later, I felt the need to compose my thoughts on my favorite aspects of the excellent production that is “The Cabin in the Woods.”


My ticket... to Paradise!

***Be warned mateys, thar’ be spoilers ahead!*** (said in my best pirate voice)

First off, let me say that the plot of the film is the most refreshing take on the horror genre I’ve seen in a long time. I absolutely loved the bait-and-switch of the opening — having the credits roll while images of blood and Satanic rituals cascade down the screen mimics the title sequences of films like “Freddy vs. Jason” and lulls you into thinking “Cabin” will be a standard hack-and-slash.

The audience, expecting the sequence to cut to a group attractive twenty-somethings engaged in some form of debauchery, is instead surprised to see a bunch of run-of-the-mill scientists stressing about their social lives and discussing their work on a vague “project” (Coincidentally, why is it that Amy Acker plays a scientist IN EVERY SINGLE PRODUCTION?! She’s more typecast than Christopher McDonald as “the douche”).


In fact, we aren’t even introduced to our main characters until about five minutes into the movie. Having this unexpected transition lets us know that “Cabin” is playing on a more clever level than your standard horror fair, and immediately grabs your attention because of it.


Throughout the film, Joss Whedon and Drew Goddard skillfully allow us a unique perspective on the events, as we see the two locations — the college kids at the cabin and the scientists manipulating the situation from the bunker — simultaneously. This interplay allows us to become more invested in the plot, as we root for the former group while they slowly uncover the mysterious outside forces and we are on the edge of our seats when the two settings inevitably converge. 

The bunker and the characters of Richard and Steve reminded me of “The Truman Show” and the character of Christof. I thought the casualness of the “Cabin” scientists about the brutal ritual, specifically with the morbid betting pool, echoed “Truman’s” criticism of our culture’s general desensitization, as well as the folly in “playing God” with people’s lives. 




The cast of the film really sells the movie as well. If you’ve seen any horror film, you know that the five main protagonists fulfill certain stereotypes (a plot point which later fills a much larger role), but the performances are all so earnest that they rise above these conventions. I was also specifically made me think of the cast of “Scooby-Doo” with the character’s distinct personalities (which I GUESS would make Jesse Williams a “Rule 63” Velma, and Kristen Connolly a human and much more attractive Scooby, but I digress).

As the main character of Dana, Connolly reminds me of more subdued Felicia Day, both in looks and personality — she’s a shy, compassionate and generally sweet gal. At the start, she’s played as the “straight man” of the group — the level-headed one who only reacts to situations. However, as the film progresses and her friends are offed, she is forced to become more proactive, such as when she saves Holden or unleashes the monsters on the facility, and is an assertive character by the end. Her arc is reminiscent of Sarah Connor from “The Terminator” or Ripley from “Alien” (which is why I think Whedon’s casting of Sigourney Weaver was intentional… and AWESOME!).

I was especially impressed with Chris Hemsworth. Although his “jock” persona fell into the standard traits of being sex-obsessed and arrogant, he truly cared about his friends and was noble and self-sacrificing in his efforts to save them (although I WAS disappointed he didn’t show the goods like in “Thor.” :(

Fran Kranz, as the character of Marty, was absolutely wonderful as the comic relief. He was always my favorite member of the “Dollhouse” cast, so it was especially nice seeing him here with his sarcasm intact, as well as the fact that he unexpectedly returned about three quarters of the way through the movie (Damn you Joss, and your brink-of-death twists! I’ve already conditioned myself to expect characters I love to bite the bullet — my blood pressure can’t take these inconsistencies!).

Whedon and Goodard, already known for their love for the horror genre, pull out all the stops here in their homages. Besides the setup of the first 35-40 minutes, which serves as a direct reference to Sam Raimi’s “Evil Dead II,” the later reveal of the underground bunker allows them to do callbacks to countless other scary movies. As a horror hound, I had a blast seeing the nightmarish creatures in the containment areas, and trying to decide which films were being referenced; my personal list included “Hellraiser,” “The Grudge,” “Stephen King’s IT,” “The Texas Chainsaw Massacre,” “Night of the Living Dead,” “Friday the 13th” and “The Howling,” but I’m sure there’re countless others that I missed.

With Whedon’s signature witty dialogue and humorous sensibilities, the entire plot of the movie is structured like a self-aware joke. By having almost every mishap that befalls the protagonists the result of an outside force, the film serves a satire on the “stupid college kids” genre trope. Dana, Jules, Curt, Marty and Holden, unlike their idiotic counterparts in most horror movies, generally make smart decisions in tense situations, a fact which keeps us in the audience from needing to scream at them for their situational stupidity (DON’T DROP THE CAR KEYS! DON’T WEAR HIGH HEELS WHILE RUNNING! DON’T LEAVE THE SAFETY OF THE GROUP TO HAVE SEX IN THE WOODS AT NIGHT! … oops…)


This pic was hard to take- I was performing cartwheels of joy in the lobby:)


In fact, Marty’s warning against the group touching the creepy paraphernalia in the basement harkens back to the character of Randy Meeks from “Scream,” when he discusses the rules for surviving a horror movie. Whedon and Goddard also provide send-ups to other general clichés — I especially liked the scene where the off-putting gas station owner calls the government facility, and the two operators mocked his religious ravings on speaker phone (take that, creepy rednecks!).

Finally, the film has satisfyingly pulse-pounding third act- you really feel that the scientists are getting their just desserts for their actions (and seeing all the different types of monsters in one setting and wreaking havoc just made me positively giddy!). I also liked the end reveal — with Weaver’s monologue, Whedon causes us to question everything that’s transpired in the movie before, and truly question whether “the ends justify the means”.

Overall, “The Cabin in the Woods” is a darkly funny, creative and thought-provoking film, and fans of Whedon’s productions will not be disappointed!

Final Rating: 5 out of 5 Stakes