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Script Doctoring KPop Demon Hunters

As always, Bex is late to the party. (Actually, in real life, I’m never late to parties because I’m not invited to them.) I finally watched KPop Demon Hunters and I have some thoughts about the central message of the film. Which is… it was generic and (seemingly deliberately) obtuse when it came to acknowledging very real issues that surround pop stardom.

They ALMOST made a movie about the dark underbelly of, not just KPop, but being a star or idol in general. As someone who is not particularly aware of the KPop scene, I can’t speak to it specifically, but there are articles if you want to read up on it. I do know that we have had plenty of exposés about the darkness lurking beneath the sappy sweet peppy exterior of popular entertainment in America. Just read Jennette McCurdy’s book! Or watch, if you can stomach it, Quiet on Set, the docuseries about Nickelodeon. Listen to former child stars discussing their lives. Read books and AMAs from people who were on certain reality shows like America’s Next Top Model.

If you have not seen KPop Demon Hunters… oh yeah…

SPOILER ALERT FOR KPOP DEMON HUNTERS

Okay, if you have not seen the movie, it follows a pop trio in Korea called HUNTR/X (Huntrix). The three women in the trio—Rumi, Mira, and Zoey—are charged with entertaining the masses and protecting the masses from the demons who push their way out of the underworld to eat human souls. The songs are pretty great if you like pop music (which I unabashedly do), the art style is… unique. Often pretty. With one exception.

It’s this. This is the exception. Good LORD this was a step too far for me.

It has decent characters, great acting, and is overall an enjoyable story. That being said… I take issue with the message of the film, otherwise knows as the theme.

I honestly thought for a good chunk of the movie that they were going to go for an incisive and poignant message about the hidden horrors of being a celebrity or idol. The clues were all there!

The constant repetition of “For the fans” and “We need the fans.”

The fact that their mentor lady told them, “Your faults and fears must never be seen” (which I’m trying to generously read as NOT a straight ripoff of Elsa’s emotionally abusive father in Frozen. Conceal it don’t feel it, am I right).

The constant pressure to perform, to the point where Rumi—without her partners’ permission—interrupts the week of vacation they’ve been anticipating in order to put them right back in the spotlight. It particularly bothered me that the other two responded with a bit of upset… for a minute.

Then their manager, Bobby, busts in to inform them that “Golden,” the single that Rumi dropped WITHOUT THEIR PERMISSION OR KNOWLEDGE, is going viral, and just like that, Mira and Zoey are happy happy happy!

There was an in-film reason for Rumi’s betrayal of her costars, namely that she believes her own demonic traits will be erased once they sing “Golden,” but Zoey and Mira don’t know that! They have every reason to be angry at her. While they do try to confront her later, that arises from other behaviors and warning signs, not from this clear and remorseless betrayal. In this moment, when they discover their vacation has been cut short, all is forgiven and forgotten almost immediately.

Like I said, I feel like they were getting there, except they waaaay boffed it at the end with this generic message of “Oh EVERYONE has their hidden demons and you just need to BE YOURSELF,” and not “These PERFORMERS have their demons and are afraid to be anything other than perfect because of the backlash they’ll face.” Again, this is highlighted by the fact that they’re angry to see a rival band. Why would this make them angry? Because they need the fans! They need to be IT and PERFECT! But again… that didn’t go anywhere. They still just LOVE being pop stars, and the message of the movie ends up being generic: DON’T BE AFRAID TO BE YOURSELF.

Again, to give it a generous reading, “coming after the fans” could mean she fears the demon band is a danger to the fans, except… they establish in an earlier scene that the Saja Boys are not “coming after the fans” in a dangerous way. It really just reads to me here like she’s afraid to lose fans because of her music career, not because the rival band is made up of demons.

I don’t have anywhere else to put this, so I’ll just say I looked it up and “Saja” 사자 means “Lion.” Hence the band’s logo being a lion and their call to action being, “Join the pride.”

Credit where credit is due, I like the lyrics in “What It Sounds Like,” the final number the trio sings as they defeat the demon lord. Specifically, when they sing “[N]ow we’re seeing all the beauty in the broken glass.” That’s a good line! I like that one. Oh, but speaking of that song, there are other lyrics I want to focus on…

My voice without the lies

Why did I cover up the colors stuck inside my head?

We’re shattering the silence.

It’s all about a “song [they] couldn’t write.” The lyrics are all about uncovering the truth, finally being honest, not being scared to be their real selves, to show that they have flaws. I’m willing to bet there’s another layer of meaning to it, too, considering it’s likely that pop stars aren’t always allowed to perform the songs they want to sing. I’m sure there are some out there who would prefer to go against their established “image,” and either feel they can’t or are explicitly told they can’t. Jesus… I think I just described the plot to Stuck in the Suburbs. Am I really sitting here thinking the Disney Channel Original Movie Stuck in the Suburbs achieved the message I’m looking for where KPop Demon Hunters didn’t??

“What It Sounds Like” could have been the perfect anthem for tired, burnt-out celebrities and pop stars everywhere. “We’re shattering the silence”? Come on! When I think of entertainers shattering the silence, I think of the abuse they endure behind closed doors. The pressure. The paparazzi and fans hounding them. Photoshopped pictures in magazines. Speculation in headlines. Their lives under fucking microscopes. They never have peace! This song could have been about them coming to the realization that it’s better to let the world see them as imperfect than to keep living up to impossible standards at the expense of their own mental health. But, no, in the context of the movie, it’s all rolled into the “Don’t be afraid to be yourself” narrative.

I swear, the bones of this theme are in there. Look at Saja Boys’ final song. The religious imagery in their lyrics, the fact that they are dressed like the Korean version of the Grim Reaper. Describing fans as “down on [their] knees” to worship the band. The sinister nature of the song is ostensibly about how the band of demons is planning to take people’s souls (“You gave me your heart, now I’m here for your soul”), but I see it as yet another cry for help. The obsession of the fans exposed as something dark and unbearably heavy, not a connection, not a tie that binds, but a rope that constrains and imprisons:

I can be the star you rely on

I’m all you need

Your obsession feeds our connection

They’re there for the fans. The fans “rely on” them. But who can these pop stars rely on?

Why wasn’t this theme explored more fully? The concept of idols and stars being beholden to their fans, even if it’s to the celebrities’ own detriment. Is it because it’s a kids’ movie? (I think it is? I’ve heard people talking about their kids loving it, at any rate.) Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad for kids to learn that the celebrities they idolize are human, too. And it wouldn’t have prevented kids from picking up on the more general message of “It’s okay to be yourself”! That message could have still been there! We need to give kids more credit, man.

Or was it because the filmmakers didn’t want to piss off the Powers That Be in the entertainment world? In the KPop world? Maybe. I’m not sure I can blame them for that. It is quite possible that the oppressive nature of the entertainment industry is exactly what… prevented this movie from pointing out the oppressive nature of the entertainment industry. Gotta appease the masses. Gotta appease the bosses. The people who write the checks don’t want to look bad. No no. Stay in line. Funnily enough, in a meta sort of way, this movie does kind of send the message I wanted it to. My awareness that the moviemakers would have had to pull their punches to appease the higher-ups is the message, but only if they had punches to throw and chose to pull them. I can’t speak to the motivations of the people who wrote and produced this movie. Maybe it never occurred to them to send a more poignant message. I’m operating under the assumption that they would have wanted to, but felt they couldn’t. Maybe they didn’t want to at all, which is a problem in and of itself.

Anyway, what I would have done would be to make it so the general public DOES know about the demons and THEY are the ones who turn on Rumi when they discover she is part demon.

(BTW THEY NEVER EXPLAINED THAT. Did her mom have sex with a demon?? What are demons anyway? I love their design, but they appear to be a bunch of otherworldly monsters and then… there is this one dude who was human and sold his soul. So were all demons human once? Some of them? I know Rumi tried to figure that out herself in one scene, but was unable to draw a conclusion, as I am unable to do. Was Jinu a demon at all? Why does he get a pet bird and tiger? Where did they come from? Are they demons? Demon animals?? Maybe I missed something…)

Ahem, so basically it could have been a message about how nice it is to sing and how Rumi can’t get enjoyment out of it when there’s pressure to be an IDOL, and the end of the movie is her realizing she doesn’t need to be this perfect object for her FANS, but rather can sing on her own terms for herself. The woman who does Rumi’s singing voice, EJAE, apparently had her own negative experience with this industry as she was told she was too old and would “never make it,” so I’m simultaneously very happy for her and also upset that they didn’t go more into the “Pop stars don’t shouldn’t exist to be consumed by the masses” message.

I really thought for a small portion of the movie that they were going to go for it, they were going to make a point about what celebrity does to people (both the person who is a celebrity and the people who worship them). The trio really could NOT stop repeating the fans thing. The fans! For the fans! We need the fans! AHHH THE FANS. It’s like… are we supposed to believe this is a healthy mentality?? Because it’s not. Yet, that was never addressed. A charitable reading of this is that they like pleasing the fans and interacting with them, and that is why they are so desperate not to disappoint. But… it still leaves us with these three women making all their decisions for groups of strangers rather than for themselves.

Imagine if a group of the obsessed, screaming fans featured at the beginning of the movie went up to Huntrix at the end of the movie and calmly, politely asked if it was okay to chat, rather than screaming manically and assuming it was okay to mob their idols? What if the fans thanked them for their hard work? This would contrast nicely with the fan behavior throughout the film and show there was a lesson for everyone to learn.

In conclusion, it was a pretty movie and I liked it (though I am concerned all the bright colors and jerky animations were there to continuously grab and regrab viewers’ attention, not unlike someone constantly snapping their fingers in front of your face), but the ending had it falling flat for me. Rumi, Zoey, and Mira want to be golden, but—to paraphrase a famous poem—“Nothing gold[en] can stay.” They strive for perfection that cannot and should not exist.

So yeah, the film was good, but it had no teeth. I like my movies and books to have some teeth. Like Sinners. That was a good movie. It had teeth.

Also I YouTubed again. Check it out below (if I embed it correctly) or follow this link.

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Let’s Get Shrill

What year is it???

No one told me that having a baby would mean having less time for myself and getting less sleep!  I assumed babies were like those tiny dogs that you carry around in your designer purse as a fashion statement.

Baby in bag

MS Paint for the win!

Okay, so I just read this book.  It’s called Shrill, and it’s written by Lindy West.  Go.  Buy.  It.

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This book is for every woman who has ever felt the need to apologize for being a feminist or to explain that being a feminist does not mean hating men or to lie about thinking of themselves as a feminist to avoid judgment.  The fact that many women (myself included) feel that feminism is a bad word IS PROOF THAT WE NEED FEMINISM.  Guess who propagates the idea that feminists are monsters and Nazis?  It starts with M and rhymes with Flen.

Anyway, Shrill is pretty good.  I fell in love almost immediately because Lindy West states all the things I have thought in the past, and she does so much more elegantly (fart jokes aside).  She is a Word Wizard TM.

For example, she, too, thinks it’s strange that we ask children, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”  As West states in the opening of her book, asking this question is the equivalent of saying, “‘Hello, child.  As I have run out of compliments to pay you on your doodling, can you tell me what sort of niche you plan to carve out for yourself in the howling existential morass of uncertainty known as the future?'” (1).

I, too, hate that question.  That question tells children, “You can only be one thing ever.  Choose one interest and stick with it.  Pursuing two things is for Communists.”  If someone had forced me to stick with one thing, I would not be a self-proclaimed blogger-author-English-teacher-jewelry-maker-glass-blower-calligraphy-artist-Japanese-and-Spanish-student.  In other words, my life would be supremely boring.

I want to train my son to say something clever whenever he gets asked this question.  Like, “What don’t I want to be?”

Eternal

Lindy West’s thoughts on The Trump and Trump supporters also mirror my own.  At first I didn’t want to get political on this blog, but then I realized if I’m offending Trump supporters then I’m probably doing something right.  Pardon my French, but fuck that guy.

I expected this election to be bad.  I know from experience that shrill bitches get punished.  I did not anticipate that millions of Americans would be so repulsed by the hubris of female ambition that they would elect a self-professed sexual predator with zero qualifications and fewer scruples. (West viii-ix)

Just a warning that the book does get into some pretty heavy stuff.  Abortion, periods, rape.  But it’s so necessary to read.  Even if you don’t agree with everything she says, it is important to absorb her perspective.  At least bask in the glow of her words because she’s so damn eloquent.

I’d like to end by telling a story involving my best friend and best-friend-in-law who are smarter than me in every way.  A few years back, there was a popular song on the radio by Lukas Graham called “Seven Years.”  There was a lyric in this song that rubbed me the wrong way.

I’m still learning about life|My woman brought children for me

My woman.  For me.  Brought children for me.  My woman brought children for me. My.  Woman.

It buzzed around in my brain until I had to ask Liz and Martyn, “Should I be offended by this?  Or am I just being overly sensitive?”

Liz looked at me and said, “The fact that you are asking permission to be offended is proof that feminism needs to exist.”

She and Martyn talked me through it until I realized that feminism is still controlled by men, and we need to change that.

In short, women need to be shrill.  We need to be opinionated.  We need to be feminists.

Read Shrill.

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Lyrics Part 2

I honestly did not think I was going to grade any more lyrics, but then I remembered the song “Story of My Life,” by One Direction.  So yeah, I had to do it.  This time I did it in image format so it’ll be easier to see.  But my handwriting is just as awful as ever.  Enjoy!

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So that’s that.  I think I’m done grading lyrics now.  The joke’s probably already old.  But I got that off my chest.  Also as a gift to my friend, Micah, I made a new elemental chinchilla.  Because Micah has been helping me out with a project I’m desperate to get right, and he deserves a fire chinchilla if he wants a fire chinchilla.  Here it is.  (see the last post if you’re confused)

Fire Chinchilla

If you’re wondering what this post has to do with writing, then keep wondering!

Sorry, that was rude.  I’m working on a thing (mentioned above) but I don’t want to share anything right now.  I’ll write about writing again soon.  Maybe there will be another chinchilla to go with it for some reason.

 

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