Our People


Statue of LibertyI found God on the back of a dollar bill.  He spoke with few words— Some might say only in sign language, but I could hear the shouts.  The eternal struggles of a people.  Not those who fled across a desert, but those that live in paper temples— Traded in their glass houses for something more-flammable.  Whoosh.

Our people washed ashore.  Broken…forgotten, but determined.  We slaughtered our way to the Golden Arches in a mere two-and-a-half centuries, and while the world laughed we kept quite till the bombs fell.

We stayed silent.

We bided our time.  The world came crawling…begging for our help.  Before we walked on the moon, we ended a Great War.  Now who was laughing?  Definitely not the sleeping giant—  We were proud.  We built great things, we defined generations with our ingenuity, we carved the face of the world in our nuclear image, but we stumbled…we bloated.

And, then the flies came.

They picked at our flesh and laid their eggs in the crevasses of our economy, education, and the very hearts and minds of our people.  We call ourselves progressives as hate runs rampant.  The peaceful have become weak.  There was once a time when the peaceful picked up muskets to fight a world power, and now Guerrillas do the same.

The giant is down—  Pinned by sticks and rope.  We traveled to lands with little people, but we were never meant to stand in quicksand…we were meant to stand tall.  Lady Liberty please light the way, again.  Please Lady Liberty…please.

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“Planet of the Apes”– From Childhood to Pierre Boulle’s Classic


Planet of the Apes 1968I have been on a huge “Planet of the Apes” kick lately, which is odd considering that my interest in the series has been sporadic and never immersive.  I have never dived so headlong into the franchise until now.  I have been a cursory fan for the better part of two-decades– A mere acquaintance to the series and its inhabitants.  My mom introduced me to the Charlton Heston classics at a young age, which most-likely helped cultivate my current love of science fiction as well as fantasy in almost all mediums.

Very few things can compare to the first time you Heston coming upon the Statue of Liberty at the finale 1968’s “Planet of the Apes.”  It is a classic in its own right, but that scene is so revelatory and momentous that it is difficult to explain its significance.  In the span of only a couple secondsFranklin J. Schaffner ties American culture and pride (through the use of the Statue of Liberty) to the heart of science fiction.

Nevertheless, I’m starting to digress.  Long story short, the 1968 version of “Planet of the Apes” is phenomenal and is a must-watch for anyone with even (just as I had) a cursory interest in the genre and/or series.

Flash forward several years later– At the age of twelve, I am eagerly awaiting Tim Burton’s reboot of “Planet of the Apes.”  It is 2001.  The film has high expectations, a solid cast, and a high profile director.  William Broyle, Jr.’s script was the largest part to the failure of the film.  It was flat, strove for clever plot points (which resulted in confusion), and paid absolutely no homage to the five films before it.

Rise of the Planet of the ApesAnother ten-years pass and Fox decides to reboot the series once more with 2011’s “Rise of the Planet of the Apes,” starring James Franco.  Most people I come in contact with love James Franco.  I can’t stand him.  He is like Michael Cera in the fact that he can act as himself.  As my friend, Josh, would say, “He is a one trick pony.”  However, I like Cera’s trick, (opposed to Franco’s) and here is why:  I never feel like Franco brings anything new to the table, or improves as the films and years wane on.  His stoner movies are shallow, and represent a culture that I’m not too fond of (or find amusing), so on the whole I shy away from him.  His brother Dave, though…not a half bad actor– I can’t wait to see him future films.

Again…long story short, I resisted watching “Rise of the Planet of the Apes,” because I dislike James Franco.  Ironically enough, I received a copy of the film from my mother last Christmas, and after all these months I finally sat down and watched it.

It was amazing.

I absolutely loved the film.  James Franco’s performance was spectacular, the plot was fantastic, the CGI was more than exceptional, and besides paying respect to Heston’s classic it forged its own path like a true, quality reboot should strive to accomplish.

Besides having thirteen-years, a MacBook, and a checking account on my twelve-year-old self– I also have Wikipedia and Amazon.  The “Planet of the Apes” universe was my oyster and I was going to crack it slowly, so that I could enjoy it.

Pierre Boulle's Planet of the ApesThe first bit of knowledge that I gleaned from my Wiki source was that the series was originally based on a French novel of the same name by Pierre Boulle.  I could have purchased a cheap copy for my Kindle, but I decided to go cheaper by purchasing an original 1963 English translation by Xan Fielding.  After $5.45 and several days, I had my worn paperback in my greedy little hands and I began reading.  It is a quick read at roughly 130 pages– It only took two sittings to finish the novella.

I was simply flabbergasted.  It is an amazing book.  It hits upon humanism, racism, science fiction, futurism, the dissipating Nuclear Family, and a myriad of other real world problems topics and problems that continue to be relevant today.  It more amazing than the Heston films and is a must-read by anyone with a working brain.  The most surprising part about the whole affair is that such a fantastic novel could have been written by a Frenchmen…who knew!?

Just as selfishly as I was when purchasing and reading into the “Planet of the Apes” lore, I am sharing my new found nerdery with you. I honestly don’t have any wisdom to impart, just good ol’ fashioned fandom at its finest.  My next course of action is to purchase the original five film “Planet of the Apes” Blu-Ray collection, and repeatedly cycle through them in high definition so that I can further my addiction.

Have you ever dived headlong into a new or old series and felt the same sort of elation?  The want to know and experience everything and anything about your particular love?  If so, drop me a line and tell me about it.  I’d love to find me a new nerd addiction.