Wednesday, May 31, 2023

Redrafting the Jazz: 2011


I have been cursed by a witch to repeatedly travel back through time to relive every NBA draft. Fortunately, her spell sends me directly to the Utah Jazz war room on draft night and all the executives magically know I’m from the future and will do whatever I say. Unfortunately, the curse prevents me from seeing how my advice altered the future, as I am sent back to the previous year as soon as draft night ends.

June 23, 2011 – Prudential Center, Newark, New Jersey

Previous season:

This was the year it all fell apart for the Jazz. Carlos Boozer left and was replaced with Al Jefferson. Mehmet Okur was injured and only appeared in 13 games. Utah’s starting lineup of Jefferson, Paul Millsap, Andrei Kirilenko, Raja Bell and Deron Williams made sense on paper — but only on paper. This was Bell’s second stint with the Jazz, and he was nowhere near as dynamic as he was on his first stint. Kirilenko was in the final year of his massive contract and was a big emotional, psychological mess. But the biggest problem was Williams’ growing discontent, which ultimately led to Jerry Sloan’s shockingly abrupt retirement, followed shortly by a surprisingly good trade that sent Williams to the Nets. Tyrone Corbin took over for Sloan, went 8-20, and saw the Jazz become the first team in NBA to fail to make the playoffs after starting 27-13.

The draft:

Utah’s poor record earned them the 12th pick. But thanks to the Deron Williams, that also brought in Devin Harris and Derrick Favors, the Jazz had New Jersey’s first-round pick, which ended up being No. 3. Utah used that pick on one of the most tantalizing prospects in the draft — a big man from Turkey named Enes Kanter. With the 12th pick, the Jazz grabbed Alec Burks, a shooting guard from Colorado.

The Jazz also would have had the 43rd pick, but Kevin O’Connor sent it to Chicago as part of a sign-and-trade with Carlos Boozer in exchange for a trade exception. That second-round pick reportedly had some protection on it, but obviously not a very strenuous protection. The Bulls used the 43rd pick on UCLA’s Malcolm Lee and immediately traded him and Norris Cole to Minnesota for Nikola Mirotic.

Analysis:

Enes Kanter (now Enes Freedom) turned out to be one of Utah’s most disappointing picks. Sure, his great size helped him score and rebound at a decent rate, but his defense was truly atrocious. His sour attitude certainly didn’t help matters either, leading the Jazz to dump him off after three and a half seasons for essentially nothing. Alec Burks was a better pick for the Jazz, but he, too, left me wanting. Inconsistency and injuries limited his career (in seven seasons with Utah, he only played in more than 64 games once).

We can definitely do better. And the solution is pretty simple this year: Klay Thompson and Kawhi Leonard. Leonard is the more accomplished player, having won two Finals MVPs and two Defensive Player of the Year awards. But since he wasn’t drafted until No. 15, and Thompson was picked at No. 11, I’m going to take a slight risk by advising the Jazz to take Thompson first. I assume that Cleveland would then take Kanter at No. 4 and everything would mostly play out the same, leaving Leonard available for the Jazz at No. 12. But if something crazy happened, and I missed out on Leonard, I would be happy to take Jimmy Butler as a consolation prize.

Of course, this plan does kind of stifle Gordon Hayward’s development, but I don’t really care too much. Thompson, Leonard and even Butler are all much better than Hayward ever was. And Utah’s frontcourt will be much better without Kanter clogging things up.

My advice:

1. Use the No. 3 pick on Klay Thompson.
2. Use the No. 12 pick on Kawhi Leonard.

I have just added one of the greatest shooters of all time and one of the best all-around talents in NBA history to the Jazz. However, in real life, both Thompson and Leonard benefitted from two of the best coaches around — Steve Kerr and Gregg Popovich. In Utah, they would have to put up with the frankly terrible Tyrone Corbin. But maybe their natural talent could overcome this and they’d give the Jazz a few years of greatness? At least until Leonard got sick of Utah and bolted for a bigger market.

So that’s it for the 2011 draft. I can already feel the witch’s curse pulling me back to 2010 … No! Wait! I forgot about Jimmer! He would have totally crushed it in Utah! We need to get Jimmmmmmeeeeeeeeeerrrrrr ………

Wednesday, May 24, 2023

Watchmen #7: Did someone say filler?


No one is arguing that Watchmen isn’t a masterpiece. At least, I’m not. But I will readily acknowledge what Alan Moore himself stated. There is only enough story for six issues. Not twelve. There is quite a bit of padding in this series, and this particular issue may be the worst offender. However, Dave Gibbons’ spectacular artwork makes even these dull moments shine.


We open with an entire page of Laurie silently wiping away the dust from Dan’s junk. It’s too slow and dull for me, and I’m already growing impatient. We didn’t need this much space to tell us something we already knew. And also, since this is Watchmen, whenever a character draws a line across a circle, that line is in the minute-hand position ticking toward midnight on the Doomsday Clock. Everything means something, even if that something isn’t that deep.


This bit with the flamethrower is played for laughs, but why is Dan’s control panel so incredibly vague? Doesn’t seem particularly efficient to me.


I do like how quickly Dan grew to accept Rorschach’s conspiracy theory. Now that he has Laurie in his life, he finally has something to lose and is terrified of any perceived threat — real or imaginary.


Laurie still sees things clearly, but she’s unable to wipe away the metaphorical dust from Dan’s eyes. Still, though, it is worth noting that at the halfway mark of the story, Dan and Laurie are the only “heroes” who haven’t been directly targeted by this “conspiracy.” That’s not because Rorschach was just imagining things, but because Dan and Laurie are the most pathetic, unambitious characters in this story. They posed absolutely no threat to Adrian, so he never took any action against them.


Dan’s whole life is full of these moments where he keeps meaning to do something, but never gets around to doing it. Particularly when it comes to throwing something away and moving on with his life. He knows he should. He tells himself and everyone who’ll listen that he should, but he just can’t pull himself out of the nostalgic doldrums of inaction. Instead of using his fortune and genius to improve the world, he allows his gadgets to gather dust while he reminisces with Hollis Mason and submits articles to bird magazines. And if Laurie didn’t fall into his life, he’d keep on doing that right up until the very end.


Moore and Gibbons are trying repeatedly to show us just how silly all this is. Different colored costumes for different purposes? Yeah, it’s straight out of G.I. Joe, and it’s ridiculous. Unfortunately, too many readers don’t pick up on this subtle mockery because they’re used to decades of Batman and Iron Man wardrobes filled with a similar collection of nonsensical gear.


I love how Gibbons shows movement in these panels. And again, the reiteration of ridiculousness. The most sophisticated flying machine in the world is named after a Disney cartoon.


Unlike Rorschach, Dan actually did work alongside the Comedian. And he learned a lesson of futility. All his gear and gadgets was just unnecessary crap. But still, he couldn’t get rid of any of it. Even his non-functioning exoskeleton suit that broke his arm.


Oh, Dan. Rorschach never was normal. Not really. He was just more in control back then. I kind of feel like this is a white lie Dan is telling himself to help justify his past life. There was a time when it made sense, right? We all used to be “normal superheroes,” weren’t we?


I don’t think Laurie is intentionally being insensitive. She’s just oblivious. Yet another frustrating, unlikable character in this story.


There is a 99% chance Rorschach’s landlady is lying here. But I can’t figure out why. The truth about him is damning and sensational enough. Perhaps she was just vindictive. Trying to get in as many insults she can during her 15 minutes of fame.


And there we have it: Rorschach’s first and biggest fan, the far-right editor of an extremist tabloid. Moore perfectly captures the hypocrisy of the “law and order” crowd who so quickly will support a man who attacked the police if they deem it politically expedient.


Perhaps my biggest complaint about Watchmen is how little attention is given to Max Shea. He wasn’t the only subversive creative Adrian kidnapped. But he’s the only one we hear about, and even then, we don’t hear that much. Just a few dropped lines here and there, including the backup supplemental material that most readers skip. Perhaps Moore worried about giving away the ending too soon?


Yes, Adrian is a psychotic murderer plotting the destruction of an entire city. But — now hear me out — but he is wholly motivated by his desire to save the world. And he does this through big and small ways. Whether that be trying to end the Cold War or merely raising money for charity. It’s kind of funny how much I’m finding myself siding with Adrian during this re-reading.


After two pages of Dan and Laurie awkwardly trying and ultimately failing to have sex on the couch, we’re left with Gibbons trying to artistically tie everything together. But I feel like Moore belabored the point by devoting so much space to this idea. And then he’ll even have Dan literally say he’s impotent. We get it! We don’t need all this padding.


I feel like this issue is just going around in circles, repeating the same. Dan had no fears until he gained something to lose. But he only feels confident when he’s a superhero. This dream sequence perfectly illustrates this idea, but we already figured out most of that before this. And the story will continue to hammer home these ideas in even more explicit ways to remove all subtlety.


This is why I don’t think Laurie was intentionally bringing up Jon to hurt Dan. She can’t help it. Dr. Manhattan was her entire life for years. It’s going to take her some time to get used to living away from him.


And here it is again. The Smiley Face/Doomsday Clock of Watchmen. It’s starting to feel pretentious now. But that’s what happens when you have too many pages and not enough story to fill them.


Sigh … and now we get a detailed explanation of the dream we just saw. I’m not accustomed to all this hand-holding. Or a story that moves this slowly. Can’t we get on with it?


I love this unglamorous shot of Dan awkwardly pulling on his grey sweats. All the traditional superhero “suiting up” scenes skip over these mundane moments that show how silly this concept really is.


We’ll eventually get to Dan pulling on his gloves and loading up his utility belt — like we see Batman do all the time — but first he has to goofily stretch his shirt over his head. The end result of Dan in his full Nite Owl uniform is supposed to be ridiculous, too, but I think some readers think it looks cool and good because they’re conditioned to think that way.


But this, however, is a truly breathtaking scene. An inspiring display of power that can really only be outdone by Dr. Manhattan. It’s also a sad reminder of Dan’s squandered potential.


Speaking of squandered, this panel takes up two-thirds of a page yet is surprisingly mundane. I guess that’s the problem with being as talented as Gibbons is — the standard is set incredibly high. But at the end of the day, I just see another attempt to eat up as much space as possible.


I like how the most purely heroic moment of this entire story is a simple apartment fire. But it does make me wonder why Dan hasn’t equipped the fire department with their own airships. If you truly want to make the world a better place, don’t keep all your good ideas to yourself.


The fleeting moment of inspirational imagery quickly becomes silly once again. This is a full-grown man standing on top of a flying ship named after a cartoon owl, while Billie Holiday blasts over the speakers. Yeah, he saved the day, but in perhaps the goofiest way possible.


One of Moore’s arguments in this deconstruction of superheroes is that most of the people attracted to this line of work would be sexual perverts. And, sadly, that includes Dan, too. He was checking Laurie out during the whole rescue operation, and now he’s horny.



Subtle.


Laurie’s delayed response is the funniest part of this issue. Breaking Rorschach out of prison is a horrible idea, no matter how you look at it. But Dan’s got his mojo back and he’s ready to take on the world. And as a reader, I’m more than ready for something to happen.


This issue’s supplemental material may be some of the weakest in the series, but I still find it rather interesting. Moore is essentially pushing back on his own decision to perform a massive deconstruction of the superhero genre. It reminds me of Grant Morrison’s Pax Americana, which featured a Dr. Manhattan-like character grotesquely dissecting his dog to try to understand why he likes it.


Morrison’s character realized he didn’t like his dog after he removed its brain from its skull and pulled apart its organs and skin. To my surprise, Moore also realized that if you spend too much time studying the individual components of something, you lose the sense of wonder that attracted you to it in the first place.


But Moore now seems to be justifying his work, as he should. I think there is value in the academic exercise of deconstruction — just as long as you don’t get too far into it. 


But how can we accomplish our deconstruction without losing our sense of wonder? Dan suggests reframing things in a mythological setting. And that works great when telling stories about Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman. But can such an inspirational framing work with the Watchmen characters? Should it? That’s something I’ll keep in mind when I — eventually — get to reviewing the adaptations of this story.

Wednesday, May 3, 2023

Redrafting the Jazz: 2012


I have been cursed by a witch to repeatedly travel back through time to relive every NBA draft. Fortunately, her spell sends me directly to the Utah Jazz war room on draft night and all the executives magically know I’m from the future and will do whatever I say. Unfortunately, the curse prevents me from seeing how my advice altered the future, as I am sent back to the previous year as soon as draft night ends.

June 28, 2012 – Prudential Center, Newark, New Jersey

Previous season:

With a lockout-shortened 2011-12, the mediocre Jazz earned a 36-30 record and were swept by the Spurs in the first round of the playoffs. The team was built around the front court of Al Jefferson, Paul Millsap and a young Gordon Hayward. This combo was never going to amount to too much, especially when they were surrounded by aging, underachieving veterans like Devin Harris, Raja Bell and Josh Howard. Youngsters Alec Burks, Derrick Favors and Enes Kanter were showing a little bit of promise, but Tyrone Corbin’s antiquated view of rookies kept them on the bench.

The draft:

Kevin O’Connor had a remarkably quiet draft in his last year as general manager of the Jazz. Utah would have had the 18th pick, but O’Connor had traded it to Minnesota in 2010 for Al Jefferson. The Timberwolves then traded that pick to the Rockets, who used it on Terrence Jones, who was last seen playing professionally in Puerto Rico.

The Jazz did keep their 47th pick, which they used on a shooting guard from Tennessee Tech named Kevin Murphy.

Analysis:

I don’t really take it upon myself to suggest trades under my witch’s curse situation. I’m only with the Jazz front office on Draft Night, and really good trades take days or weeks to pull off. Sure, I could say Utah should do everything it could to move up into the top five to grab Damian Lillard, but I just don’t think it would be feasible. So I’m just going to turn all my attention to that inconsequential second-round pick.

The Jazz clearly had a glaring weakness in their backcourt. A sharpshooting guard would have been just what the doctor ordered. Unfortunately, Kevin Murphy was not that guard. He only played 17 games with the Jazz and never got back into the NBA again. He is currently the starting small forward of Lebanon’s Al Riyadh Club Beirut. 

Obviously, we need to do better. Sadly, though, this wasn’t a good year to have such a low second-round pick. There isn’t a single solid option to fill that sharpshooting guard role. I did consider thinking outside the box and drafting a 3-point-shooting big man in JaMychal Green, but the last thing this Jazz roster needs is another young power forward/center. So I’m going to go with the safe pick and recommend the Old Dominion swingman Kent Bazemore. Yeah, he’s out of the league now, but he did have a pretty solid three-year stretch as a starter for Atlanta, which is far more than you can say about Kevin Murphy. Plus, Bazemore could help fill the void left by Raja Bell and Josh Howard.

My advice:

1. Use the 47th pick on Kent Bazemore.

And that’s it. You probably can’t find a more boring draft than that. Bazemore would not have been a difference-maker by a long shot. But sometimes you’ve got to settle for a mild improvement. Luckily, the 2011 draft will be much more interesting.

Monday, May 1, 2023

Watchmen #6: Sympathy for the unlikable


At last we come to the infamous Rorschach issue. Can I really call it infamous? You could argue that every issue of Watchmen. But this issue — more than any other — puts a serious challenge to my thesis that Alan Moore did not intend for the reader to like Rorschach. So approaching this issue, I have to ask if it’s possible to feel sympathy for an unlikable character.


The bulk of this issue focuses on prison psychologist Dr. Malcolm Long — an unfathomably naïve man, who is merely chasing the celebrity of Rorschach. He is just as inept and hungry for fame as the psychologist in The Dark Knight Rises. I wonder if the 1980s were inundated with a slew of pseudo-therapists on TV. Or if Moore and Frank Miller both simply shared a hatred for the field of psychology. Either way, it paints a rather unfortunate picture of therapy.


Moore directly and explicitly states that nobody likes Rorschach. This issue will explain how he became so unlikable in the first place. But today, in the real world, I’m asking, “How on Earth did anybody end up liking Rorschach?”


My question is mostly answered by this single flashback. I mean, how could you not feel bad for a kid whose mother was not only a prostitute, but performed her acts right in front of him?


This is genuinely distressing. Everyone’s heart should ache at the sight of any child being abused like this. But I will contend that it is possible — and necessary — to separate the feelings of sympathy and admiration. It requires more than a surface-level reading of the material, which I believe most Rorschach fans have failed to do.


A rare smile for Rorschach. Perhaps the only we see in the entire series. This wonderfully subtle expression was made in response to Dr. Long’s optimistic appraisal of Walter Kovacs, after failing to pick up on any of his transparent lies. But to Dr. Long’s credit, this smile does seem to give him pause, planting the first seeds of doubt in his mind.


This is one of those times where I feel Moore pushed a little too far in one direction and threatened to undermine his story. Not only is young Walter’s mother an abusive prostitute, but everybody knows it and relentlessly mocks him for it. The problem is that by making Walter too much of a victim, many readers will instinctively root for him and approve of all his actions as an adult.


Moore is trying to tell us that Rorschach displayed an unhinged, violent personality from the beginning. I think most readers would feel that even though young Walter’s retaliation crossed the line, it was mostly justified. Don’t forget that these bullies were just seconds away from pulling down Walter’s pants and doing who-knows-what with him. Trying to sort out the morality of a situation like this is complex and nuanced. Instances like this make reading Watchmen so rich and rewarding an experience.


Dr. Long really did need to spend more time studying about Rorschach. Confronting him about his fake father probably would have given Long an opening for some sort of breakthrough. Instead, Rorschach will dictate the terms of the interviews and drag Long down to his level. As I said previously, it is a shame that this was how Moore chose to portray a psychologist. But I do appreciate him tearing down the attitude Mrs. Long displays: “I got a nice life. Nobody else matters.”


Dr. Long is shocked — genuinely shocked — that anyone wouldn’t like him. This is really stretching the credibility for me. Look how old he is. He must have been a psychologist for quite some time now. How is this the first time he’s encountered any resistance like this?


I love how Rorschach’s mask was inspired by Dr. Manhattan. Even though Rorschach doesn’t care for Dr. Manhattan, both of them like to view the world in blacks and whites never mixing, just from opposite ends of the spectrum. It’s a reductive and dangerous philosophy to live by, yet Rorschach hauntingly calls it “very, very beautiful.”


Rorschach is right, all Dr. Long cares about is profiting off his new celebrity client. But is Rorschach seriously the only patient he sees? What does this man do with his time?


Ostensibly, Rorschach is acting in self-defense here. That man was just about to stab him in the back. But similar to him blinding a bully as a boy, Rorschach crosses the line. At this point, we know he’s a skilled fighter who could have blocked that attack any number of ways. But he chose the splashiest, most dramatic way to get everyone’s attention. He also chose a method that caused an excruciatingly slow and painful death to his fellow inmate. This is a horrific scene. It should not be glorified or admired.


I think it’s quite telling that Rorschach is finding his most success in prison. Unable to continue his rather disastrous investigation, he’s free to torment his fellow prisoners, including Dr. Long.


One of the funniest moments of the series is Dr. Long’s genuine surprise at learning Rorschach ever had any friends. And it’s one more instance of Moore trying to tell the reader not to admire Rorschach. Anyone who says letting people live is being “soft,” is not a good person. No matter how you justify it.


Rorschach glowingly speaks at length about the Comedian, not realizing how wrong he is. Yes, it’s true Eddie Blake saw the ugliness of the world better than most. But rather than using that knowledge to wage an uncompromising war against that ugliness, the Comedian used it to justify his own hyper-violent actions. But Rorschach never worked directly with the Comedian, so he never learned that he was motivated more by apathy than self-righteousness. And Rorschach also doesn’t know that Eddie did, in fact, quit after seeing just how depraved “man’s capacity for horrors” could be. That’s why he got killed. He discovered a horrific truth and essentially surrendered — something that Rorschach might have learned had he been a better detective. Or at least more self-aware.


After two days of interviews, Dr. Long notes that Rorschach still hasn’t explained what compels him. I’d like to add the word “justify.” It seems like Moore is trying to tell us that there is no good reason for Rorschach to be this way, but I think he undermines that message with the upcoming dramatic story.


Kudos to Dr. Long for bringing back the ink blots. Yes, he’s still painfully naïve and is allowing Rorschach to control the conversation, but at least he’s starting to get somewhere. And if I may play armchair psychologist for a bit, I believe Rorschach is haunted by the image of the dead dog not because of the reminder of the girl who was killed, but because he became too emotional and slaughtered two innocent dogs.


There’s no doubt that Rorschach was especially haunted by child abuse. Yet I find it surprising that even now, years later, he still feels guilty for all the pain he caused while working this case. I’d expect Rorschach to saw those 14 people he hospitalized deserved it by simply being “underworld scum” or something like that. But he chose to add the word “needlessly” here. He actually does have a little more empathy than I think even he realizes.


This case combined two of Rorschach’s deepest fears: child abuse and the female form. It’s not an entirely unreasonable fear — it reminds him of his awful mother. It is rather confusing as to why he spent so many years working in a dress shop. The supplemental material will offer a hint about this, but I think one reason could simply be that Walter — and especially Rorschach — just was not equipped for ordinary life.


This flashback is built around two full silent pages, where we slowly investigate the scene along with Rorschach. It’s masterful storytelling that builds the suspense beautifully toward a legitimately terrifying revelation. But in the larger context of the Watchmen story, I think these pages might weaken Moore’s message. You get so wrapped up in this horrific mystery of the poor little girl, that it becomes all too easy to forget who Rorschach is and what he’s done.


I can’t decide if some of this dialogue is over-the-top or just what this story needs. I think, ultimately, it works because this comic is so well made. Lines like “dark as it gets” would fall flat in lesser stories — especially nowadays. I’m sure I wouldn’t have had these qualms had I read this back when it first came out.


The slow, deliberate pace of another mostly silent page is interrupted with a fun, little joke: the dogs were named after the Flinstones. This, of course, should make us feel even worse that Rorschach killed them in blind rage.


Did Gerald Grice deserve this? He absolutely should be punished in some way, but probably not like this. I also think Moore wanted this scene to remind readers of who Rorschach is. You shouldn’t root for the guy who throws dead dogs through windows. Period.


This is straight-up torture. Not for any constructive purpose, but pure revenge porn. Rorschach sadistically took his time in setting this up instead of gathering evidence to bring this killer to justice within the legal system. But we don’t feel too bad for Grice because he is a true monster.


To show just how depraved Rorschach is, he was almost more satisfied with the destruction of the mannequins than the death of Grice. It wasn’t enough for him to apprehend or even kill that abhorrent man. Rorschach also had to burn every single reminder of his mother in that horrible house.


This dialogue is a bit melodramatic, but like I said previously, Moore and Gibbons have built up enough trust that readers are willing to go along with it. This also reveals Rorschach’s contradictory views toward religion. He believes there is no God, yet he still expresses disdain for sinners. If there wasn’t a God, then would there actually be anything to sin against?


I still find it hard to believe for Dr. Long to be this traumatized by Rorschach’s story. But I thought this ruined dinner party was pretty hilarious.


In what seems to be the first time ever, Rorschach has convinced someone to view the world the same way he sees it. I wouldn’t quite call Dr. Long a convert to the gospel of Rorschach, but he certainly was haunted by this line of thinking for the rest of his life.


The supplemental materials in this issue are some of the best in this series. The arrest report for Rorschach is full of fun little gems, like the fact that he carried a bottle of cologne with him. Even in his crime-fighting getup, he was still sensitive to the remarks about his body odor. And in another level of irony, that cologne was produced by Adrian Veidt, a man Rorschach absolutely loathes.


A report from a psychiatric hospital states that young Walter actually excelled at school once he was removed from his mother. But news of his mother’s death caused him to drop out at age 16 and take that job at the dressmaker’s. Even though he hated his mother, it seems like the conflicting emotions of her death undid all the progress he had made as a teenager. Did Walter choose to work there so he could be surrounded by reminders of his mom? That’s a rather bleak thought, and I’m glad Moore didn’t expound too much on it, since that would be a little too Norman Bates-y.


Rorschach’s delusions first began with a single dropped line about his father. It’s only natural that he’d desperately cling to an imaginary version of a decent parent. Unfortunately, he allowed that delusion to grow and shape his entire worldview. Ironically, he deeply supports everything about President Truman, especially his decision to drop the nuclear bombs. But when he learns of Adrian’s plot, which relies on justifications rather similar to Truman’s, Rorschach will literally oppose it with his life.


And finally, we get Dr. Long’s brazen goal to profit off Rorschach. I can’t believe that a psychologist would actually write that on a note that anybody could find. It really is a shame that this story helped perpetuate the stigma against therapists. But, this is still an incredible story that forces readers to grapple with the balance of having sympathy for an unlikable character.