Unlike Godzilla, Pacific Rim doesn’t try to be serious even when it’s being serious. Characters have names like Stacker Pentecost and Hercules Hansen. The film requires you to believe that the best way to battle a giant monster is to build an even larger robot to fight that monster.

Much of the Act 2 drama derives from inter-pilot tension airlifted from the Val Kilmer scenes in Top Gun. It’s the polar opposite of the Godzilla school of drama, where everyone is a total professional who has absolutely no personal goal besides Saving The World. In Pacific Rim, Idris Elba is Rinko Kikuchi’s Obi-Wan Kenobi, and two of the last Giant Robot-pilots in the world frequently get into sneering fights over who’s the bigger badass, and Charlie Day is a scientist.

So, for all these reasons, Pacific Rim is a movie that I’ve heard perfectly smart people describe as “stupid” or “silly.” The problem with this line of thinking is that, really, that every blockbuster is pretty “silly,” in the context of Things Adults Should Care About. Godzilla is not less stupid than Pacific Rim just because people frown more. […]

The difference, I think, is that Pacific Rim glories in its own silliness. There’s a flashback scene where Idris Elba rescues a little girl, and when he emerges from his giant robot, the sun shines upon him like he’s the catharsis in a biblical epic. There’s a moment when one giant robot swings an oil tanker like a sword. Then it grows a sword out of its wrist. Then it falls from space to earth.

There are real complaints to make about Pacific Rim, I guess, all of them fair and most of them pedantic. I know a lot of people who have issues with the story. (“Why didn’t they use the wrist-sword earlier?” is a popular one.) Conversely, I don’t really know anyone who minds the story in Godzilla, possibly because everything stupid that happens is prefaced by Frowning Watanabe saying “This is why the stupid thing that’s about to happen makes sense.” Godzilla wants so badly to make sense. Pacific Rim wants so badly for Ron Perlman to wear golden shoes.

Darren Franich, “Entertainment Geekly: A call for an end to serious blockbusters” (via margotkim)

princessfangface asked:

You've mentioned several times that you hold yourself to a daily wordcount. Is it okay to ask what that is? Is it different from when you started out?

seananmcguire answered:

You can ask, but I’m not going to answer.

Look: I am not wired according to the median.  This is both a function of my OCD (I am not neuro-typical, it comes with challenges and benefits) and my relative comfort with social isolation.  I am happy alone in my room, working.

Maybe you have a spouse, or kids, or a social life that needs more effort than mine to remain healthy.  Maybe instead of “do more work and be happy” OCD, you got “do more work and have a panic attack” OCD, or anxiety disorders, or a failure complex.  Maybe you just really prefer DDR to making word count.  So what does it do when I say airily “oh, my base day is this, and then sometimes I make an effort”?

It puts your best into competition with mine.  And maybe they’re the same, and maybe yours is better, but maybe it’s not.  And since it’s a competition that doesn’t need to happen, I am refusing to play.

If you are a writer, you will write.  Maybe not every day, maybe not as much as I do, maybe more than I do, but you will write.  I refuse to be one of the things that makes that harder.

Yes, I write more now than I did when I was starting out.  I’m better at it, and I have more time for it.  But even if you’re 500 words every other day from here until the end of time, you’ll get there.

Tortoises are just as important as hares.