Review: How To Train Your Dragon

9 04 2010

How To Train Your DragonA Viking teenager befriends a young dragon, the mortal enemy of his people. Now he must try to reconcile his desire to fit in and the wishes of his family with the need to protect his new friend. Based on the book series by Cressida Cowell.

Director: Chris Sanders, Dean DeBlois

Run Time: 98 Minutes

Released: 2010

Cast: Jay Baruchel, Gerard Butler, Christopher Mintz-Plasse, Jonah Hill, America Ferrera, Craig Ferguson

There really is only one way to sum up Dreamwork’s new feature animated film, How To Train Your Dragon, and that is: AWWWWW.

I’m a 23-year-old woman and I’m not going to lie to you, the thing that got me into the theatre was how ridiculously adorable that little dragon looked in the trailer. I even dragged along my long-suffering boyfriend, who was forced to endure my supersonic squeals of delight for over an hour.

Toothless Smiling

Now that I have confessed my motives, I’m pleased to say that How To Train Your Dragon does transcend the overwhelming cuteness and provide solid entertainment.

The story is familiar and a tad cliched – a lanky, young Viking named Hiccup (Jay Baruchel), who simply does not fit in with his big, burly peers, seeks the approbation of his father and community.

In Berk, a rocky island in the middle of the ocean, the only way to do that is to kill a dragon. These creatures are fast, ferocious, and deadly – and are constantly launching air raids upon the town to steal sheep, limbs and lives.

In an attempt to prove to his monumentally muscular father (Gerard Butler) that he has what it takes to be a Viking, Hiccup wounds a dragon and tracks it down in the forest. Instead of slaughtering the felled creature, Hiccup befriends it and becomes the first of his people to see beyond the dragon’s tough, human-killing exterior to the soft, toothy, capable-of-destroying-everything-you’ve-ever-known cuteness below.

Toothless

This is where the movie, quite literally, soars. The friendship between Hiccup and Toothless (his only half aptly-named dragon pal) is just too precious for words. Toothless is just like a big, scaly cat. At first he is aloof and volatile, but as the trust between them grows Toothless allows Hiccup more and more liberties – the greatest of which is flying through the sky on his back.

These sequences are simply beautiful. The animation is a perfect blend of fun and cartoony (the humans and the dragons) and breathtakingly detailed scenery. I was glued to the screen as Hiccup and Toothless soared through the air – narrowly avoiding cliffs, skimming above the water and simply immersing themselves in all of the joys that freedom and wings can bestow.

Between this and Avatar, at least half the population must wish they had a dragon to ride through the air. All we have are horses. Stupid, smelly, non-winged horses. I feel tremendously cheated.

All in all, How To Train Your Dragon is a fun, enjoyable family movie. The animation was very solid, the characters were entertaining, the voice work was mostly unobjectionable (though I found Jay Baruchel rather grating.) There was plenty of action and thrilling sequences to ward the boredom away, along with the requisite coming-of-age, “be your own person” storyline. I’m sure that children get more out of this kind of tale than adults do.

Sometimes I found myself thinking, “be your own Viking, follow your heart, yadda yadda yadda, more dragons!” Thankfully, the movie didn’t let me down on that front. Every time Toothless was on screen, I had a very toothy grin pasted on my face.

If you have kids – definitely take them to this movie. If you don’t, and you’re interested in the storyline or are drawn in by the adorable dragons – choose an evening screening so you don’t look like a complete creep (that’s what I did!).





Review: The Dead-Tossed Waves by Carrie Ryan

5 04 2010

The Dead-Tossed WavesA companion novel to Ryan’s debut, The Forest of Hands and Teeth. Gabry has grown-up in the quiet, sheltered seaside town of Vista with her mother, Mary. While the world outside rages with Mudo (zombies), Gabry feels safe within the fences – until one night she makes a fatal mistake that changes her life forever…

Author: Carrie Ryan

Pages: 416

Published: 2010

Bottom Line: A great second novel in what is shaping up to be a very exciting trilogy. While this story presents many similar plot elements and conflicts, it is nevertheless an enjoyable and exciting read from start to finish.

The zombie apocalypse is upon us again with Carrie Ryan’s thrilling companion to The Forest of Hands and Teeth. Rather than being a direct sequel, The Dead-Tossed Waves is set quite a few years in the future. Mary, our heroine from The Forest of Hands and Teeth, is the lighthouse keeper in the sheltered, seaside town of Vista – the perfect place, she believes, to raise her teenaged daughter, Gabry.

Although the whole world is overrun by the cannibalistic undead, Vista feels safe – high fences and militia keep the zombies at bay, and the waterlogged dead who wash up on shore are quickly dispatched every day. However, as anyone who is familiar with the laws of the zombie apocalypse would attest to – something will, inevitably, go horribly, horribly wrong.

I have a confession to make. Zombies absolutely terrify me. There is a small part of me that is quite certain that a zombie apocalypse could (and will) happen and dreads it immeasurably. I made the tragic mistake of reading The Dead-Tossed Waves in the darkness late at night, and it left me feeling uneasy, paranoid and just plain afraid.

As I walked through my dark, silent house to get a glass of water after I finished the book, it would have taken only the slightest creak of the stairs or groan of the wind to put me into a state of zombie panic. That being said, I am always impressed by the tenacity and pure will of live of Ryan’s heroines – I can’t imagine being able to live in a world full of stark, constant terror and danger without wanting to hurl myself out of a window.

In this book, Gabry is a law-abiding, zombie-fearing, “good girl” who is tempted beyond the fences that surround her town in order to visit an abandoned amusement park with her friends. Though Gabry is reluctant to go and frightened by the consequences, it is the encouragement of Catcher, her best friend’s brother and her greatest crush, that finally convinces her.

The situation spirals rapidly out of control, however, as the teenagers are attacked by a Breaker – a type of extremely fast and vicious zombie. The repercussions of this night change Gabry’s life profoundly – she must grow up quickly and decide whether she wants to live her life safe and secure within the walls of the city, or follow her heart and risk everything for love.

I found that The Dead-Tossed Waves mirrored many of the plot elements and conflicts that made The Forest of Hands and Teeth such a compelling read – though not necessarily in a detrimental way. There is an angst-ridden love triangle, a heroine who must question the very traditions and laws that have kept her safe, unexpected twists and turns, zombie mayhem and friendships fractured in the face of calamity.

I am not entirely sure whether Carrie Ryan intended for these plot parallels between mother and daughter (Mary and Gabry) in order to illustrate that no matter how hard one tries to shelter one’s child from the horrors and mistakes of the past, history will always find a way to repeat itself (especially in the midst of a global zombie apocalypse), or whether she is simply recycling what worked well in her first novel. However, plot parallels or no, The Dead-Tossed Waves is an exciting, edge-of-your-seat read.

It is packed with enough interesting characters, action, unexpected plot twists and startling revelations that will keep you guessing and turning pages until you’re done. I am tremendously excited for the third installment which, judging by the ending of this book, should be a straight sequel. The Forest of Hands and Teeth series definitely has all of the makings of a great young adult fantasy trilogy.

If you enjoy thrilling coming-of-age tales replete with love, loss, life lessons, and hordes of the undead, shamble over to your nearest bookstore and pick up The Dead-Tossed Waves.

(Follow the link to read my earlier review of The Forest of Hands and Teeth)





Review: Once Upon A Time In The North by Philip Pullman

15 03 2010

Once Upon A Time In The NorthA short story from the His Dark Materials universe that makes me ache for more. This is the tale of Lee Scoresby and Hester’s first meeting with Iorek Byrnison on one fateful day in Muscovy.

Author: Philip Pullman

Pages: 104

Published: 2008

Bottom Line: A wonderful little short story that makes me want to curl up into a corner and hibernate until Pullman’s Book of Dust comes out.

I only recently realized that this book had been released, and as soon as I did I couldn’t stop myself from running to the bookstore to pick it up. Though it is a small, slim little volume, it is packed with the wonder, joy and originality that Mr. Pullman manages to squeeze into every neat phrase and every enthralling sentence.

I must admit that I missed the characters from His Dark Materials more than I can possibly say. I have read and reread each book in the trilogy so many times that the corners are thoroughly dog-eared and the spines are cracked and comfortable. The opportunity to once again meet Lee, Hester and Iorek wasn’t one that I would pass up for all of the ore in Muscovy.

The story begins with a 24 year-old Lee Scoresby and his daemon, the jackrabbit Hester, [crash]landing their hot-air balloon on Novy Odense, an island in Muscovy (this universe’s Russia). As is quite typical with Lee, he manages to end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and gets mixed up in dangerous political dealings including a mayoral election, an evil corporation, and a deadly American mercenary. Lee meets a young panserbjørne that we all know and love and together they tangle for justice, l’amour, and just to get the hell out of Dodge.

As with each and every one of Pullman’s books, Once Upon A Time In The North is a pure joy to read. It is bursting with action, adventure, excitement and the sort of clever, easy dialogue that makes you wish Pullman released a novella a day for the rest of eternity.

I love Lee Scoresby as a young man just as much as I love him as a curmudgeonly old aeronaut, and I have always adored Hester and her down-to-earth demeanor and sage wisdom. As for Iorek – when isn’t he an absolute delight? Even as I am writing this I have a terrible need to reread The Golden Compass and The Subtle Knife and The Amber Spyglass.

As I have been repeating, ad nauseum, I wish I could just go into a deep and pleasant sleep until Pullman releases The Book of Dust – something I have been waiting for, on tenterhooks, for years now.

Mr. Pullman, if you are reading, please release stories about how Farder Coram and Serafina Pekkala met, or about Lord Asriel and Mrs. Coulter and Lord Asriel’s love affair or – oh, I don’t even know, I want to know everything!

If you’re a fan of His Dark Materials, this is an unmissable tale. If you’re not, then what are you waiting for? Even if you have no familiarity with the trilogy, this story is perfectly satisfying and entertaining for all readers.

Also, this book has wonderful bonuses at the end, including a lovely boardgame (which I have not yet had a chance to play) and a couple of pages that literally made me gasp with happiness. No spoilers!

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Review: Mr. Darcy, Vampyre by Amanda Grange

5 03 2010

Mr. Darcy, VampyreMr. Darcy and Lizzie Bennet set off on their honeymoon on the Continent. Paris, Venice and Rome dazzle our young heroine’s eyes, but all is not as it seems… There is a dark secret tearing the couple apart, and Mr. Darcy just hasn’t been the same. Instead of the prideful, prejudiced man we’ve grown to love, he’s become tormented, angst-ridden, and abstinent… Hmm, I wonder what ever could be the matter?

Author: Amanda Grange

Pages: 320

Published: 2009

Bottom Line: It starts out in a surprisingly delightful fashion, but quickly devolves into the sort of brooding, I-want-you-but-shouldn’t-have-you vampire tale that has been de rigueur since Stephenie Meyer made her millions.

I almost feel as if Ms. Grange came to a crossroads upon finishing her manuscript. Down one path, she had a rather mediocre and predictible vampire novel. One that would have had a Twilight-esque cover slapped onto it, and would have been thrown onto a table of “If you liked Twilight, you might also enjoy…” titles. On the other path she could, with some fiddling, name changes, and heavy-handed references, have a passable novelty sequel to Pride & Prejudice in the vein of the wildly (and undeservedly popular) Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. I believe that with a title like Mr. Darcy, Vampyre you can see which road she chose.

It bothered me greatly that this book could have been written about any stock character. It didn’t have anything concrete tying it to Pride & Prejudice other than a handful of names and some rather obnoxious “remember when this happened…” recap moments. If Pride & Prejudice wasn’t in vogue these days, Ms. Grange could’ve easily written Mr. Kingsley, Vampyre or Edmund Bertram, Vampyre or even Colonel Brandon, Vampyre.

That aside, the book actually surprised me at first. It was entertaining, exciting and knee-deep in mystery and vampiric allusions (though considering the title, the reader was left with little doubt). I plunged right into the story and was actually excited to see where it would go… for about 200 pages or so. Then, I’m afraid, Ms. Grange dropped the ball. The novel becomes mired in the type of conscientious vampire mythology that utterly ruins the allure of the fangs and capes set for me.

In short – the proud, noble, cold Mr. Darcy that Austen envisioned becomes Mr. Darcy Cullen, sulker extraordinaire. Directly after their marriage ceremony, Darcy finds out that if he has sex with Lizzie, there is a probability that she too would become vampirical – and so, he spends the next 300 pages cock-blocking her at every move, ignoring her and pushing her away. Mr. Darcy Cullen uses the same “pulling himself unwillingly away from her with every ounce of his strength” and “groaning as he wrenched away” tactics that made his prototype, Edward, a frustrating star, to poor effect.

What happened to the sexual, sensual vampires of the Anne Rice days? Now they’re simply far too tormented to take their pants off.

And in another Twilight-esque development designed to make it even more difficult for a poor vampire to resist, Lizzie Bennet goes from a pretty girl with “uncommonly fine eyes” to a devastating and irresistible beauty. As they travel, everyone the couple encounters has to comment on or fall for Lizzie’s charms. I feel like that is honestly not who she was meant to be.

In the end, the greatest weakness of this novel is that it, simply, becomes a rather grating melodrama as it wears on. It doesn’t keep up the exciting, suspenseful tone of its first half but falls, head-over-heels, into ruts like these:

‘I’m not shaking with fear, I’m shaking with relief,’ she said with a catch in her throat. ‘If you only knew what I have been thinking, the dark thoughts that have plagued my soul. I thought it was something far, far worse. I thought you didn’t love me.’

He looked at her in bewilderment. ‘You thought I didn’t love you?’ He stood, astonished. Then he closed the gap be- tween them in one stride and ran his hands through her hair.

‘I love you to distraction. I thought I would go mad, being with you every day but never able to touch you. If you only knew how I have longed to do this, to feel your skin, to run my fingers through your hair and over your face, to feel you, touch you, be with you… but I couldn’t, I couldn’t.

Gag. Gag. Gag.

If you like brooding Cullen types in a Georgian-era setting with vague allusions to Pride & Prejudice, check out this title. I believe that the less familiar you are with P&P, the more you’ll enjoy this book – and if you’re a fan of the type of vampire stories that are in mode, you’ll probably just love it.

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Review: Boneshaker by Cherie Priest

14 02 2010

BoneshakerOn January 2, 1863 Seattle is all but destroyed. The first test-drive of Leviticus Blue’s Incredible Bone-Shaking Drill Engine goes horrifically awry, tearing apart the city and unleashing a deadly cloud of Blight gas. The citizens of Seattle flee as the gas begins to sicken, kill, and reanimate hundreds of people. A wall is erected around the city, keeping the gas and flesh-eating undead sealed inside – along with a small population of survivors, misfits, and seedy entrepreneurs.

Author: Cherie Priest

Pages: 416

Published: 2009

Bottom Line: It’s exciting, full of twists and turns, and populated by a cast of tough and ornery heroes, villains, and everything in between. Also: zombies. Thousands of zombies. Reeking, moaning, desiccated hordes of Blight-infected rotters.

I really wanted to like this novel a lot more than I did. That isn’t to say that I didn’t enjoy it – Boneshaker is a diverting, page-turning read – I just didn’t love it. When I came to the end I wasn’t at the edge of my seat, and I’m not quivering in anticipation for the next installment (as I am for the third book in Suzanne Collins’ excellent Hunger Games series).

Now, I have a nagging suspicion that this might have do with the protagonists of Boneshaker. I have always been particularly fond of feisty young females whom I immediately relate to (i.e. Lyra Belacqua, Lizzie Bennet, and even poor Susie Salmon). Boneshaker‘s 35-year old, careworn single mother and her 15-year old son were simply a bit beyond my range of natural experience, and so I could not place myself in their shoes. That is not to say that the story isn’t interesting (it is), that the world isn’t immersive (it’s delightfully intricate), or the action isn’t thrilling (the rotters terrify me) – it’s just that I didn’t have as much at stake here emotionally, as I do in other books where I immediately visualize myself as the heroine.

That aside, Cherie Priest’s steampunk zombie adventure all but begs to be read. With an eye-capturing cover, an attention-grabbing premise and a bevy of critical acclaim I couldn’t wait to get this book into my hands. As soon as I started, I couldn’t put this book down. It’s exciting, full of twists and turns, and populated by a cast of tough and ornery heroes, villains, and everything in between. Also: zombies. Thousands of zombies. Reeking, moaning, desiccated hordes of Blight-infected rotters.

On January 2, 1863 Seattle is all but destroyed. The first test-drive of Leviticus Blue’s Incredible Bone-Shaking Drill Engine goes horrifically awry, tearing apart the city and unleashing a deadly cloud of Blight gas. The citizens of Seattle flee as the gas begins to sicken, kill, and reanimate hundreds of people. A wall is erected around the city, keeping the gas and flesh-eating undead sealed inside – along with a small population of survivors, misfits, and seedy entrepreneurs.

Outside the walls, a small, filthy, and dirt-poor community has formed to house all of the people who simply have nowhere to go or no desire to leave. One such person is Briar Wilkes, the widow of the much-reviled Leviticus Blue and the daughter of a local folk hero/villain, Maynard Wilkes. She scrapes together an existence for herself and her son, Ezekiel, by working at a plant which removes the Blight poisoning the drinking water.

Zeke, unhappy with the entire community’s view of his father as Satan, sets out to prove that his father was a good man. Armed only with a gas mask, determination, and a foolhardy plan he winnows his way through the walls into the rotting corpse of Seattle. Realizing her boy is gone, his momma has no choice but to go after him and drag him out of Hell herself.

The desiccated city is a character in and of itself, and perhaps one of the most intriguing ones. Full of a thick, heavy gas that blocks out all sunlight and destroys all life, Seattle is almost perfectly dark. The streets are mangled, the buildings are precarious and falling apart, and the streets are overrun by thousands of extremely hungry, angry, and fast zombies with no other thought in their heads but filling their bellies with human flesh.

The uninfected residents of Seattle have constructed a fascinating (literally) underground community, and eke out a living with what must be a true testament of human determination or stubbornness. They are aided by the usual imaginative steampunk technology – such as the delightful Doozy Dazer, a sonic gun that stuns all zombies within range for three minutes.

Briar and Zeke meet a bevy of interesting characters here on their journey, including a native princess, a human tank, a one-armed woman with a cybernetic arm, and a diabolical evil genius. I don’t want to spoil anything because this is a truly exciting book, so I’m not going to delve much deeper into the plot.

Briar Wilkes, the heroine, is the sort of tough-as-nails woman I’d someday love to be (minus the hard life, loss, and utter devastation). She never, ever gives up no matter how hard it is, or how many putrid rotters are screaming for her flesh. Briar is a great character and, I must admit, when the narrative would periodically switch to Zeke’s point of view, I was always a little disappointed.

A great read for those who love steampunk or zombies, but also a very accessible one for those who don’t. The zombie mythology here is sufficiently explained and doesn’t leave the reader frustrated and wondering how the dead are rising (well, too much anyway). The characters are interesting and vivid, the pacing is quite good, and there’s always a new plot twist or action scene hurtling at the reader. Definitely give Cherie Priest’s Boneshaker a good once-over!

I really wanted to like this novel a lot more than I did. That isn’t to say that I didn’t enjoy it – Boneshaker is a diverting, page-turning read – I just didn’t love it. When I came to the end I wasn’t at the edge of my seat, and I’m not quivering in anticipation for the next installment (as I am for the third book in Suzanne Collins’ excellent Hunger Games series).

Now, I have a nagging suspicion that this might have do with the protagonists of Boneshaker. I have always been particularly fond of feisty young females whom I immediately relate to (i.e. Lyra Belacqua, Lizzie Bennet, and even poor Susie Salmon). Boneshaker’s 35-year old, careworn single mother and her 15-year old son were simply a bit beyond my range of natural experience, and so I could not place myself in their shoes. That is not to say that the story isn’t interesting (it is), that the world isn’t immersive (it’s delightfully intricate), or the action isn’t thrilling (the rotters terrify me) – it’s just that I didn’t have as much at stake here emotionally, as I do in other books where I immediately visualize myself as the heroine.

That aside, Cherie Priest’s steampunk zombie adventure all but begs to be read. With an eye-capturing cover, an attention-grabbing premise and a bevy of critical acclaim I couldn’t wait to get this book into my hands. As soon as I started, I couldn’t put this book down. It’s exciting, full of twists and turns, and populated by a cast of tough and ornery heroes, villains, and everything in between. Also: zombies. Thousands of zombies. Reeking, moaning, desiccated hordes of Blight-infected rotters.

On January 2, 1863 Seattle is all but destroyed. The first test-drive of Leviticus Blue’s Incredible Bone-Shaking Drill Engine goes horrifically awry, tearing apart the city and unleashing a deadly cloud of Blight gas. The citizens of Seattle flee as the gas begins to sicken, kill, and reanimate hundreds of people. A wall is erected around the city, keeping the gas and flesh-eating undead sealed inside – along with a small population of survivors, misfits, and seedy entrepreneurs.

Outside the walls, a small, filthy, and dirt-poor community has formed to house all of the people who simply have nowhere to go or no desire to leave. One such person is Briar Wilkes, the widow of the much-reviled Leviticus Blue and the daughter of a local folk hero/villain, Maynard Wilkes. She scrapes together an existence for herself and her son, Ezekiel, by working at a plant which removes the Blight poisoning the drinking water.

Zeke, unhappy with the entire community’s view of his father as Satan, sets out to prove that his father was a good man. Armed only with a gas mask, determination, and a foolhardy plan he winnows his way through the walls into the rotting corpse of Seattle. Realizing her boy is gone, his momma has no choice but to go after him and drag him out of Hell herself.

The desiccated city is a character in and of itself, and perhaps one of the most intriguing ones. Full of a thick, heavy gas that blocks out all sunlight and destroys all life, Seattle is almost perfectly dark. The streets are mangled, the buildings are precarious and falling apart,  and the streets are overrun by thousands of extremely hungry, angry, and fast zombies with no other thought in their heads but filling their bellies with human flesh.

The uninfected residents of Seattle have constructed a fascinating (literally) underground community, and eke out a living with what must be a true testament of human determination or stubbornness. They are aided by the usual imaginative steampunk technology – such as the delightful Doozy Dazer, a sonic gun that stuns all zombies within range for three minutes.

Briar and Zeke meet a bevy of interesting characters here on their journey, including a native princess, a human tank, a one-armed woman with a cybernetic arm, and a diabolical evil genius. I don’t want to spoil anything because this is a truly exciting book, so I’m not going to delve much deeper into the plot.

Briar Wilkes, the heroine, is the sort of tough-as-nails woman I’d someday love to be (minus the hard life, loss, and utter devastation). She never, ever gives up no matter how hard it is, or how many putrid rotters are screaming for her flesh. Briar is a great character and, I must admit, when the narrative would periodically switch to Zeke’s point of view, I was always a little disappointed.

A great read for those who love steampunk or zombies, but also a very accessible one for those who don’t. The zombie mythology here is sufficiently explained and doesn’t leave the reader frustrated and wondering how the dead are rising (well, too much anyway). The characters are interesting and vivid, the pacing is quite good, and there’s always a new plot twist or action scene hurtling at the reader. Definitely give Cherie Priest’s Boneshaker a good once-over!

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