Every review everywhere all-at-the-moment agrees on the excellence of this movie, and I'm certainly not going to disagree. It is (maybe) a tad over-long, and in particular the penultimate staircase-up-to-the-bagel-of-doom sequence is over-extended. But the film's two hours ten minutes running time is so restless, so crammed with action, ideas, visual wit and panache, and the cast do such a great job delivering the material, that the time fair rushes past. Rushes rather frantically and exhaustingly past. But you certainly won't be bored. It's an absolutely spanking movie, sometimes literally so.
Michelle Yeoh’s Evelyn Wang, wife, mother and small-businesswoman, is in almost every shot, and the movie really stands or falls (or gongfu-leaps or falls) on her performance. Fortunately, said performance is amazing—capturing at once Evelyn’s determination, her energy, her querulousness, her exhaustion, her ADHD and her many moods. The movie in effect narrates in exteriorised SFnal mode a woman going through both the breakdown of her marriage and personal psychological collapse, and Yeoh does a compelling job with this story. That said, I thought Stephanie Hsu, playing her daughter Joy, delivered in some ways an even more impressive performance, covering the emotional highs and lows of the role with panache, all the time wearing a series of endearingly bonkers Lady Gaga style costumes, whilst also pulling-off a convincing Gen Z sarcastic-nihilistic mode that speaks effectively to today’s generational divide.
Evelyn runs a coin-op launderette but her tax affairs are in disarray, and the movie opens with her and her wimpy husband Waymond (Ke Huy Quan) porting a pantechnicon-ful of receipts and loose paper to the IRS office. Here Jamie Lee Curtis’s sinister tax officer is looking to wreck Evelyn’s financial life and repossess her business. But actually unwitting Evelyn is the one hope to defeat a multiverse villain threatening to destroy all realities. In the tax office an alt-reality Waymond from a more macho version of the multiverse does a Morpheus-from-The-Matrix act on her, whereupon the movie explodes into a frantic string of settings and worlds, fists furying and kicks flying, as Evelyn first learns the identity of and then confronts the cosmic menace, the story zipping along on and ornamenting its narrative with a series of brilliant, witty, bizarre and ingenious grace-notes.
The through-line, if we are disposed to stop and isolate it for a moment, is maybe a little pat: the importance of family, respecting your elders, accepting your offspring, all the anti-Seinfeld hugging and learning gubbins. There is perhaps a confusion too, over the movie’s moral: viz., that Evelyn has to ‘let her daughter go’. This is styled both as a (healthy) acceptance of Joy’s independence and individuality—her gayness, for instance, acknowledgement of which Evelyn initially resists—and as a more psychopathological desire on Joy’s part to commit suicide, to give up and die. For Evelyn to ‘let go’ in the latter sense would be an abdication of her love and duty for her daughter, surely; where ‘letting go’ in the first sense is a healthy and needful part of mutual growth. Eliding these, as the story seems to me to do, flirts with wrongness. But the movie as a whole is such a blast that it hardly matters.
Anyway I’m not really here to review this film, concerning which you will already have heard many good things, and which you’ve probably already seen. Instead I’m interested in the word ‘multiverse’. This is what Clute, Nicholls and Langford’s Encyclopedia of Science Fiction says about it:
Its best known early use was in an 1895 speech by US philosopher-psychologist William James (1842-1910), collected in his Will to Believe (1897): ‘Visible nature is all plasticity and indifference, a moral multiverse, as one might call it, and not a moral universe.’ This was anticipated by the scientist and science writer William Denovan, who in a published letter contributing to debate over planetary motion in our Solar System asserted (of God) that ‘the Great Mechanic presides over a universe, and not merely a cohering multiverse.’ (22 November 1873 Scientific American).
Michael Moorcock reinvented the word for sf in ‘The Blood Red Game’ (May 1963 Science Fiction Adventures), where it stands for the totality of all possible alternate universes or Parallel Worlds. Placing such worlds in the common framework of the multiverse implies the possibility of contact, interaction and travel between alternate realities or Dimensions. This meaning, reinforced by very frequent restatement in Moorcock's later sf and even more in his Fantasy, is now commonly used in both sf and sf criticism.This, I suppose, is the consensus. In the words of Michael Wood: ‘the word “multiverse” was coined by William James in 1895, but he was only talking about the one universe that kept failing to get its act together. (The OED says it was first used in its present sense by Michael Moorcock in 1963.)’ Is this right though?
I'd say the original Jamesian sense had already, before Moorcock, come under the pressure of physicists' and mathmeticians' speculations to come to mean something more like the modern sense of the word. J A Kennedy's The Triuneverse: A Scientific Romance (1912) spins a tale of, as its title suggests, three linked cosmoses. Cosmoi. Cosmim. Whatever the correct plural is. Kennedy's story starts with Earthly astronomers watching as Mars splits in two, afterwards fragmenting into myriad pieces that swarm out and destroy Jupiter and Saturn. Then the sun explodes. Our heroes escape destruction by diverting through an alternate universe, the ‘infratronic’ (that is, smaller than electronic) world, to arrive eventually at Alpha Centauri where life can begin again.
In three days he had seen three worlds, and none of them were good. World 3, wrecked by subtronic power, cold battlefield for a hopeless last stand. World 2, warped by paternalistic tyranny, smoldering with hate and boredom. World 1, a utopia in appearance, but lacking real stamina or inward worth, not better than the others — only luckier. [119]
Why did Moorcock create a multiverse? Someone who does actual biographically informed criticism can give a real answer, but he is a prolific writer who had written a large number of fantasy and SF novels that used the same ideas but had different characters.This is very interesting to me, although I wonder if James Branch Cabell isn't rather better known on the other side of the Atlantic than over here. But I don't doubt I should read more of him. Then my old friend Abraham Kawa makes this suggestion: ‘one influential addition to pre-Moorcock multiverses is Gardner Fox's The Flash Of Two Worlds from 1961, which not only posits parallel timeline earths with variants of people, but posits the notion that one reality's people experience the others as dreams.’
The concept of a multiverse joins all of these books together into a more or less coherent whole. Instead of being scattered books where Moorcock repeats himself with variations, they are retrospectively about different multiversal versions of the Eternal Champion. The Eternal Champion cycle begins (if that is a meaningful term in a multiverse) in the Moorcock book The Eternal Champion, which itself is a fix-up. Notably, the short references to other Moorcock works which make it multiversal only were added at the fix-up stage. Rather than write about the content of the Moorcock multiverse, I'll mention that as a publishing device it often took fans who read his Elric books and convinced them that the rest of his sprawling, prolific oeuvre was connected to them and that they should read the whole thing. Therefore, the precursor of Moorcock's multiverse was in an important sense not the various little-known books that used similar ideas, but James Branch Cabell's Storisende edition, which has many similar qualities
James Branch Cabell was a prolific and very good fantasy writer (although he did not call himself one: he was influenced by earlier genres), who decided to join up his books into one edition, and in the process put in little rewrites to connect them as the Lives of Manuel. Manuel is, basically, The Eternal Champion. His lives are spread out into pseudo-historical eras rather than a multiverse because Cabell saw himself as writing in the style of Walter Scott rather than as with Moorcock in the style of pulp SF or sword-and-sorcery. But the publishing effect was similar. Cabell gathered up everything he'd ever written, including his poetry, into an 18 book limited edition which he convinced a publisher to put out. He supposedly spent a year personally signing every book. More to the point, he not only modified the works slightly, he wrote new introductions for each of them that framed them as part of this overarching work, which did not exist until after most of them were written. The multiverse, then, is a way of restating one's artistic tics -- ideas that someone keeps coming back to, reused stylistic bits -- as not repetitions, but as the bones of a work. As such, it's perfect for contemporary media franchises. Marvel vaguely understands, as an amoeba does, that all of its products seem rather the same, so in makes a TV series Loki in which all of these repetitions are really part of its universe and therefore intended


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This comparison suggests that "multiverse" had a non-Jamesian life as early as the 1950s. Incidentally, it also suggests that quantum mechanics wasn't a major cultural reference point before the early 70s, after which both it and the multiverse began a bit of a vogue - and it turns out that Everett's "many worlds" interpretation of QM was only popularised in the early 70s, so at least the second part of that isn't surprising.
ReplyDeleteSo you're not convinced 1944's ‘There exist parallel worlds in which the oscillation rates of the component particles making up their atoms differ’ counts as echt quantum physics?
DeleteSorry, I don't understand that.
Deletewrt your "quantum mechanics wasn't a major cultural reference point"
Delete"...and neither do you"
DeleteNot sure when multiverse-hopping became an established sfnal trope, but my bet would be on the early 70s for that, too; I associate it with the kind of anthology that published Joanna Russ and James Tiptree Jr. (Certainly before 1978, when the first Luther Arkwright comic appeared.) I just wish I could remember the name of the short story where a multiverse traveller notices people sitting outside a cafe, not drinking coffee but sprinkling some sort of powder onto bowls of hot milk - it was years after that before I had my first latte.
ReplyDeleteRather than comment here (Google won't let me sign in) I'll do it on Twitter: basically, the multiverse is the fix-up, except for novels rather than short stories. -- RP
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DeleteI think “letting go” in Joy’s context means letting go of her nihilism, of the idea that because everything exists nothing matters. Evelyn’s answer to that is to argue that the individual moments of happiness are worth it - given the crushingly oppressive prevalence of dystopia in modern SF, it was a welcome message
ReplyDeleteNot sure I agree with you on your reading of Joy's "letting go", but definitely agree with you about the upbeat vibe of the film, and how refreshing that is.
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ReplyDeletePer Google Books, "multiverse" appeared in A VIEW OF THE WORLD in 1806, and in French and Latin titles going back to 1665.
ReplyDelete@Phil, what about Philip K. Dick?
Good call! Ubik was 1969 and Palmer Eldritch 1965. And The Man in the High Castle was - you may want to be sitting down - *1962*.
ReplyDeleteHis Eye In The Sky was published in 1957.
ReplyDeleteI will suggest that PKD's death in 1982 spurred the modern interest in what we now call the multiverse trope.
The thing that sticks out to me about this film is the insistence that omniscience is ultimately paralytic; in this it resembles ‘Funes the Memorious.’ Like Funes, Joy is an unwilling witness to a reality more relentless than time itself, her superhuman powers of observation serving only to enslave her to the pressure of things. The only way she can conceive of ending her trap is by dissolving her consciousness in the multiverse itself; she asks her mother to “let her go,” to release her from her bondage to reality. Ultimately she is saved by a surrender to the particular, by a willingness to abjure her power and immure herself within a single universe, where the pressure of possibility no longer weighs quite so heavily. It’s a neat reversal of the usual SF dynamic, where the gaining of greater knowledge is always a moral and personal good.
ReplyDeleteThe touchstones for this movie for me are ‘Funes the Memorious,’ Percival Everett’s Dr No (for the constant, absurdist jokes made about ‘Nothing’ as a concrete linguistic entity), and The Iron Dragon’s Daughter (the elves in their despairing arrogance resemble Jobu, and both works end with their protagonists returned, ambiguously but clearly beneficially, to ‘normal’ lives.)