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Weekly Post-Ed #48

by Robert Hyma November 5, 2022
written by Robert Hyma

WALKIES AND TALKIES

While I haven’t finished my first playthrough of one Mario+Rabbids: Sparks of Hope, there is a major aspect of the game that stands out apart from gameplay and that is the cutscenes. Cinematically, they are fantastic. However, the biggest gripe I’ve had with the game has to do with usage of dialogue. 

In the original Mario+Rabbids: Kingdom Battle, the only character dialogue outside of the usual Mario-esque sound effects of “Woo-Hoos” and “Yeah-Hahs” of Mario and the others comes from our player-controlled and Roomba-esque robotic guide: Beep-0. Oftentimes, his lines were humorous as well as informative, acting as the main character from which we explored the world of Mario+Rabbids. Beep-0 was our translator, explaining with whimsical observation the eccentricities of the invading Rabbids in the Mushroom Kingdom. 

Fast-forward to the sequel and things have changed. Everything is bigger, shinier, a bit more fleshed out thanks to the success or the original. Now, instead of the adorable character grunts and groans sound effects, many characters are given voiced lines. These lines often take the form of runners, or a series of words that begin a line of dialogue before cutting off as the rest of the line appears on the screen in a dialogue box. This is a tactic that highlights certain words like characters and places or funny reactions, and it’s just to give characters “a little extra” characterization.

I do not think this works for a very specific reason.

Long ago, I enjoyed the LEGO videogames. Because of a lack of budget or what-have-you, characters in LEGO games (LEGO: Batman, LEGO: Star Wars, LEGO: Indiana Jones) did not have voiced lines. Instead, the game was portrayed through glorious silent acting with cartoonish stunts, pantomime, and comical sound effects. And it was marvelous! In an industry saturated with voice acting to drive plot and story forward, here was a series of games that did not need it. Fans knew the story of Star Wars and Indiana Jones, and even the unique telling of a Batman title was not lost on young fans who understood that bad guys were bad, and good guys were trying to stop them.

LEGO Star Wars

Voiced lines did not add to the complexity of the story.

Eventually, all the mainline LEGO titles inserted voiced lines of dialogue, changing the dynamic of what made those earlier games great. Instead of a pantomime, slap-stick driven version of pop culture movies and stories, there was cinema experiences with LEGO characters acting out all the parts.

The formula was inversed and, I’d argue, for the worse.

Unfortunately, the same propagation of voiced lines has begun to erode on the Mario+Rabbids series. If there are more titles in the future, I imagine that with the influence of the soon-to-be released Super Mario Movie that is monstrously dubbed over by Chris Pratt (yeah, not my Mario either) will do away with all sound effect grunts and “Woo-hoos” for voiced lines.

That is, until huge public outcry reverses the cinematic fantasies of Nintendo and the disillusionment that all characters must speak lines to appear more likeable. Then, things may revert to their original voiceless harmony.

I’ve enjoyed Mario+Rabbids: Sparks of Hope tremendously. The other parts of the game aside from creative voice direction makes for a wonderful world to get lost in. However, this one sticking point of “More is Better” with voiced lines of dialogue is not always the case.

Sometimes it changes the nature of what was charming and unique in the first place.

What do you think? Are voiced lines given to normally voiceless characters making for better gaming/movie experiences? As always, I love to read your thoughts in the comments below!

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BREADCRUMBS

I haven’t written about my ongoing college experience since it began. It’s wild to think I’ve sat through college lectures for ten weeks already. The last that I wrote, I had a tempestuous relationship with a professor who called me Bertie (and still does). My impression of this professor was that he was a performer, someone who spoke to the class like an actor reaching the nosebleeds at the Kennedy Center. He’s charismatic, melodramatic at times, and peculiar in a way that means his tastes for music and culture has not evolved over the past three decades.

I was critical of this professor because I thought he was a chauvinist.

Ten weeks into the semester, I find my initial reactions were true, but there was something else going on that I was unaware of. Strangely, I’ve found his classes are the ones I try hardest in.

In trying to pinpoint why, I think there are two important causes for this uptick in effort. The first is that this professor isn’t boring. Loud? Sure. Boisterous and erringly peculiar? Absolutely. But boring? Not in the slightest. This professor has hidden depths when it comes to the material, and even if his musings about how the novellas we’re critiquing in class often fall on ears too young to understand the ramifications of age and tragedy, it’s clear that he is trying to open up worlds that would be left unexplored.

So, yes, he is a beloved professor by just about all his students because of this charisma.

Perhaps most impressive about this professor is something he performs very technically during his lectures. Where most professors lecture with an air of superiority over students, this professor often stops his train of thought to ask a trivia-esque question. These questions can range from anything like, “Who was the philosopher who coined ‘I think, therefore I am’?” and, “What’s the name of Voldemort’s snake again?”. By doing this, the professor wakes up the class. Everyone is attentive, more involved, and voices speak up to answer the obtuse.

Why?

Breadcrumbs.

This professor is laying breadcrumbs so that we’ll all follow along. Inserting a batch of trivia questions every class that are loosely related to the lecture is like a quick game of sudoku or a New York Times Crossword—something to dust off those old neural pathways and bring up morale.

Not only is it a refreshing break in the pacing of a lecture (which are often monotonous and droning), but it feels good. He’s empowering his students. He’s allowing them to feel more confident so that they might answer the larger conceptual questions that are being asked.

Like a Pavlovian trained dog, I find myself salivating for these trivia questions every class. They’re fun, I feel like I’m smarter than I likely am by answering them, and everyone feels connected and heard trying to figure them out.

I’ve been pleasantly surprised after ten weeks with this professor. I’ve learned that even if my first impressions have remained correct in sizing him up, those impressions are not the totality of what is happening.

The more I attend classes, the more I enjoy seeing the 3-Dimensionality of this place. It’s something I didn’t notice a decade ago when I first took college courses.

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  1. “666” by Jeremy Messersmith
  2. “F*ck It I Love You” by Oh Wonder
  3. “Smoothie” by corook

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Wishing everyone as well as you can be. You’re not alone out there,

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Weekly Post-Ed #20

by Robert Hyma December 25, 2021
written by Robert Hyma

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS THE JAMES WEBB TELESCOPE

            If there’s one gift that excites me most in my adult life (other than the latest VR headset, let’s be honest) it is the launch of the James Webb Telescope. Due to delays and unfit weather conditions, the launch date of the biggest telescope ever built has been pushed back to Christmas Eve. But with more inclement weather underway in French Guiana, it’s likely the launch will be pushed back another day, which would fall on Christmas Day.

            Can you imagine it? The greatest technological marvel of this decade is about to be put into service to survey the stars and other solar systems in detail unprecedented. The Hubble Telescope gave us incredible imagery of the cosmos, but under the James Webb Telescope, equipped with a lens 2.75 times larger than that of the Hubble, it’s unfathomable to think what discoveries await. I cannot wait to see the first primary photos taken for comparison to the Hubble. It’s going to be, quite literally, awesome.

            In this era of pandemic and seasonal pessimism, can anything act as a wayward Christmas star more so than a literal speck of light in the night sky, that of the James Webb telescope safely in orbit around the earth? Scientific marvels such as this (on the same playing field as widespread Covid vaccinations) give me hope for the future, one that gives us greater scope about our place in the universe.

            All I want for Christmas, naturally, is a successful launch.

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O BATMAN OF BETHLEHAM

            In trying to construct a Christmas Message for this Weekly Post-Ed, I drew a blank. In a previous draft, I wrote an essay about what I thought of the previous year, but like so much else attached to my life at present, it was dripping with seasonal pessimism and I couldn’t stand behind posting something like that. So, without an idea, I thought back to previous Christmases, parsing through what made them special for me, and I kept circling back on one particular memory.

            When I was 7 or 8-years-old, I had it in my head that the best addition to the yearly Nativity play at my church was to include Batman as one of the Angels. Perhaps I was angry at the casting decision of the Director (Joseph always went to the eldest in the youth group, never to a pre-pubescent boy incapable of copulation, which was, like, totally unfair). I was grouped with two other girls cast as Angels. My costume was a white, a flittered garment tied together at the waist by a glittering cord of white. In my defense, a die-hard Batman fan costumed in a dress some months after donning the cape and cowl for Halloween would be rightly critical of this creative choice. Personally, I think Angels would dress less like Shepards, played by a trio of boys in similar garb, just slabbed in gray with woolen blankets draped over their shoulders.

            And after rehearsal the night before the Christmas Eve service, I draped my costume over a hanger in disgust. A new creative direction was needed for the show.

           I must have smuggled my Halloween costume under my baggy winter coat. While the Angels were busy pulling up white tights and (near) stainless robes with glitter tumbling off the dried gobs of glue along the shoulder pieces, I unfolded my Batman costume and was nearly dressed except for the fabric cowl and cape (Batman costumes have become increasingly movie-accurate over the years, to the chagrin of my 8-year-old self).

            “Woah, what is this?” asked the Director passing by. “What do you have on?”

            I smirked—clearly, he was blown away by my creative decision to alter the character of “Angel #3” to something much more modern, hip, cool, badass. “I’m Batman,” I said, proudly.

            “Cool,” he said. “Take it off.”

            You could hear my heart break. “What? Why?”

            “Because Batman wasn’t present at the birth of Christ.”

            “So?” I countered, a pretty useful argument I had employed at the time. Insert enough ‘So’s?’ into conversation and most people get tired of hearing it and let you win. At least, it worked with my parents.

            “Robert, you’re an Angel. You’re going to dress like one. Does anyone want to help Robert get his costume on?”

            On cue, Joseph, the eldest in the youth group playing the lead role, and totally undeserving (I was already soured by the politics of the theater at a young age), stepped in and held out the white tights I was to wear with the Angel costume. I must have given in because I did dress as Angel #3 for the play, but I wasn’t going down without a fight. If I was to be an Angel, then I would only appear as one.

            I would not act as one.

            Fast-forward to the miracle of Christ’s birth during the performance and you would have seen an Angel that, for reasons unknown, held onto an invisible cape, pretending to flap it around as though I were the Dark Knight in the Michael Keaton Batman movie.

            “Why is Robert acting like Christ being crucified? Is that part of the show?” I heard an elderly man ask in the front row.

            “I think it’s supposed to mean something,” whispered his wife.

            The Director facepalmed when he heard this, unable to do a thing.

            It’s a shame I didn’t have any lines that year (coincidence? I think not). I would have gladly given my line unto the baby boy doll draped in rags in the manger, our Jesus:

            “I am vengeance, I am the night, I am Batman…of Bethlehem!”

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A MERRY LITTLE HAWKEYE CHRISTMAS

            If you haven’t seen the new Hawkeye show on Disney+, please do! It was a festive and very Christmas take on a Marvel property. Sure, the Christmas element was crassly inserted (mostly in the form of Christmas songs accompanying all the skyline transition shots between changes in location), but the scenery of New York alight for the Christmas season eventually won me over. The show was fun and humorous in a way that was heartwarming for the holidays and I can’t say enough about checking it out.

            Plus, as a bonus for the end-credits, an entire Broadway musical production of “I Can Do This All Day” is filmed in its complete glory. 

            The show is sure to become a holiday favorite going forward.

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A CHRISTMAS MESSAGE

            At 32, things are seemingly worse than ever before. Not only is there a global pandemic seemingly without end, a cultural depression has led to the exultation of the highly successful and a feeling of deepest failure should one’s life never realize what it means to be valued by the grading systems of online platforms. It’s an age of unbounded loneliness, a lack of connection, and a crisis in wondering about the purpose of life.

            On Christmas Eve, I often ask how a holiday glazed with the glitz and glamor of jingle bells and colored bulbs can possibly instill in us a feeling of home and warmth. The world seems, as it is, a place of disconnect and dissonance, a train passing by the station without intention of stopping. It sounds like good ol’ pessimism, but the older I get, the struggle to enjoy life is often beaten and battered by constantly being sold on the notion that I’m not enough (handsome, creative, productive, charming, witty, athletic). It becomes just as tiresome to fight as a constantly mutating virus.

So I ask: where is the joy in all of this?

            The only answer I have is to remember why Christmas is meaningful. To me, Christmas can be about most anything (as any seasonal Hallmark movie can attest): the power of friendship, of family, of finding true love, of being rewarded for doing good. But while we lavish the fictional world as a place where good and righteousness wins out over the forces that prevents our happiness, we seldom receive the same satisfying conclusion to our life stories. And as the holidays hit, we want retribution—that our struggles weren’t in vein, that the holiday season means something, and to be rewarded on schedule, as the script was written.

            Take it from me, I would love for life to unfold in this way, but it simply won’t for a majority of us. It’s been a long winter for the past few years even preceding the pandemic. Christmas time can be a very lonely, depressing holiday to those that have experienced loss and not found the means to fill the craters of their lives ever since. In my experience, you have two choices in the winter of our lives: to sink further into despair, or to choose (despite the pain) to seek joy despite it all.

            Remedies aren’t without side effects. The notion of choosing differently sounds unfair or unreasonable, likely both, and that’s because it is. And yet, this choice is all we have in times of darkness. It’s easy to lay down, to let the circumstances of a torrential world do its damage. That’s always an option, but what’s the value in that? There is meaning getting back up again, because in the struggle of our lives, this decision to get up despite the odds is all we have left.

            There is no paying audience cheering us on, or a narrator ready to set the story on its rightful course. There is only acting for our own story, to take truly be the protagonist we wish to be, despite how the story turns out.

            So, this holiday season, I hope you seek joy, even if unattainable. The pursuit of something more has always yielded the most meaning in spite of the result (this website included), and I’ve found that choosing to see the better pieces of our lives is as magical as the notion that a man in red will deliver presents to good little girls and boys. 

            From me, truly, I hope you remember there is always a choice, not in how something turns out, but in our intentions for how we will carry on. I like being the main character of my life, and if I have a say in what I’ll do next, I’ll write that, too.

            At least I get partial writing credit. I’ll gladly take it.

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  1. “Split” by 88rising and NIKI
  2. “My Favourite Day” by Fickle Friends
  3. “Stay the Night” by Jukebox the Ghost

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Wishing everyone a good holiday. You’re not alone out there,

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