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Wez Loves You. Source: MadMaxMovies.com. Click for original

Wez Loves You. Source: MadMaxMovies.com. Click for original

The other day The Arizona Republic ran a story about survivalists who are responding to the economic crisis by hoarding food, buying guns, and setting up gardens.

To those survivalists I’d like to say: Shine on, you crazy diamond. If it makes you feel better to build a bomb shelter, go right ahead. I mean, it obviously WON’T HELP, but if it eases your worry, great.

Why won’t it help? Because if there’s a real apocalypse—a full-tilt stop to the global economic engine resulting in roaming bands of outlaws—or mutants, why not—fighting for the last resources of civilization, your shiny Magnum and your bags of grains aren’t going to do more than postpone the inevitable for a few weeks, tops.

Unless you have special forces survival training, you won’t be able to find food. Unless you have special forces combat training, you won’t be able to hold off the mobs. Having a bunch of guns is not going to be enough. You have to know how to actually USE the guns effectively. This skill set is not magically imparted by watching a lot of Chuck Norris movies and reading Left Behind. Sorry.

But having a bunch of people respond to fear and uncertainty by deciding to go Mad Max seems to happen all the time, especially in the United States. Soon as there’s a crisis, real or imagined, be it the Y2K bug or Obama building concentration camps, the survivalist bile starts rising for a bunch of people. Man the bunkers! Get the guns! Protect the family!

The last time we saw this on a large scale was the Y2K bug, and one of the things that REALLY got to me back then was the GLEE underlying a lot of the survivalist freak-outs.

IT’S FINALLY HAPPENING! GET TO THE BUNKER! WHEEEE!

The people stockpiling food and ammo often don’t seem to be terrified so much as HAPPY. Finally, they seem to be thinking. FINALLY we’re done with this bullshit society. Finally I’ll be able to live off my wits and superior firepower against the hordes. The HORDES! The bastards who make me pay taxes and arrest me for driving drunk! Finally me and my shotgun will be able to LIVE like we’re MEANT TO. WITH V-8 ENGINES!

It’s the fun park aspect of survivalism that’s so bothersome—like finally we will be FREE.

Is life really that bad for some people that the prospect of the End of Civilization is the only hope for happiness?

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The first letter home

Andrea is spending the summer in Sweden with her grandparents and cousins for the second year in a row. The basic plan is that my mother Eva came here to pick her up, and then in late July I’ll fly to Sweden, visit for a bit, and then fly back with her just in time for school to start.

As any parent of a seven-year-old can tell you, it’s hard to be away from your child for an extended period of time, but daily e-mail reports from my parents and the knowledge that she’s not spending her summer in the miserable Arizona heat makes it easier to bear. Even though we miss her like crazy, it’s nice to know she’s getting a real summer experience instead of being cooped up in a sweltering day camp.

So today we received a letter in the mail:

The First Letter Home

The First Letter Home

After I wiped the tears from laughing too hard, I had two thoughts: 1) My little girl is growing up; and 2) She’s getting pretty good at drawing.

And it’s always good to see the Lindh genes are still in full effect.

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Review: Terminator Salvation

Source: IMDB. Click for more images.

Source: IMDB. Click for more images.

Seriously?

I thought I’d made peace with the fact that summer blockbusters are stupid. I really thought so. But this, this … man, I have a headache.

Not to go all “they raped my childhood” but the first Terminator was life-changing for me—science fiction noir with a mind-bending premise. And then they made the second one, and it was stupid and annoying, but with some cool effects. And then they made the third one, and it did horrible things to my will to live. And now they’ve made a fourth one.

I actually had hopes for this one. Christian Bale did a fantastic job with Batman. Yay. It was supposed to be darker and grittier, kind of like the Batman reboot. Again, yay.

But what Hollywood ended up coughing up was a Generic Summer Blockbuster. Sure, Terminator Salvation (the lack of a colon is killing me) has terminators. Tons of terminators. Or at least things that look like terminators. You know, chrome skeletons with red eyes. Clank, clank.

Here’s where the problems start: In the previous installments in the franchise, the glimpses of the future we’ve seen have been horrific—people cowering like animals in underground tunnels while Skynet’s hunter-killers roam the sky. Intense stuff. But in Terminator Salvation the resistance has a freaking air force. And a submarine. OK. And apparently nuclear annihilation will just leave some cool ruins behind. No radiation, no messed up weather. OK. And apparently a lot of survivors aren’t even part of the resistance; they’re just hanging out getting their Mad Max on. Sigh.

No matter how sweaty Christian Bale gets, this is not gritty.

But what really, really brings on the headache is the complete asinine stupidity of Skynet. Oh, sure, they can build terminators, but apparently they can’t make them actually kill anybody without first giving them a chance to find the right gun or tool to dispatch the terminator. This whole pushing people around thing is just bullying, not terminating. Look it up, Skynet. I know you have a dictionary built in.

The terminator programming basically seems to be: sneak up on somebody (ti-hi!) then give them a shove and wait a bit so they have time to think.

But OK. Moving on.

Then there’s Skynet’s insistence on building in displays and terminals for humans to use in their super-heavily defended base. (Which, incidentally, is very easy to get into for people who want kill their d00ds.)

I know, I know, I’m overthinking this. But you know, I don’t know the exact budget for this thing, but you’d think they could have spent a few thousand on somebody to come in and point out the places where things are just way too freaking stupid.

So yeah, it’s called Terminator Salvation without-a-colon, but it could just as well have been called Independence Day or Transformers. Same generic crap.

Clap when stuff blows up, monkey boy, clap!

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Review: Let the Right One In (novel and movie)

Source: IMDB. Click for more images.

Source: IMDB. Click for more images.

This movie left me in a state of shock. Seriously. Ostensibly a vampire movie, it’s really about being helpless and the horror of being at the mercy of other people.

Let the Right One In is extra freaky for me, personally, since it takes place in Sweden in the early 80s with a protagonist about my age at the time dealing with some of the same issues I was in the same kind of environment I was in. Not that I was ever that blond, that geeky, or that bullied, but the mise en scene—the clothes, the buildings, the snow, the darkness, the hopelessness—it all brings me back to that time.

But apart from the similarities with my own life, some of the things that make Let the Right One In a very watchable movie are:

1) The cinematography. It’s cold and clean, almost Kubrickian. And trust me, making a working-class apartment complex in Sweden in the middle of winter look like a place where wonders happen is quite a feat.

2) The sound work. So much subtlety. The little sounds the vampire makes when she gets hungry are worth the price of admission all by themselves. This is a movie to watch loud.

3) The understatedness. Kind of a Swedish thing. There are so many horrific things happening in this movie, and they are so wonderfully underplayed, letting your imagination do the heavy lifting. Little things become big terrors.

4) The casting. Everybody in the movie is well cast, especially the protagonist and the little vampire girl. She is perfect and eerily believable, taking the movie to a whole different level.

So yes, I’m a fan. This movie is one to put on your list.

A word of advice though, from your friendly uncle in cyber space: If you ge the DVD or Blu-ray you’ll get the dubbed version by default. That is an abomination. Change your settings and get the original language with English subtitles. Why? Because dubbing is a rape of acting, that’s why. Don’t be that guy who watches dubbed movies. Nobody likes that guy.

The novel the movie is based on was written by John Ajvide Lindqvist. He also wrote the screenplay, which is probably the reason the movie is very faithful to the intent of the novel.

Being a novel, there’s more detail, more internal action, and several storylines didn’t make it into the movie. Which is natural for the media involved. Where the movie hints at things, the novel is explicit, where the movie sketches, the novel paints a portrait.

And what a portrait. The novel deals with the horrors of powerlessness in general, with characters that are among the broken and outcast in a society—the alcoholics, the minimum-wage workers, the perverts. All people with few choices in life, people who stare hopelessness in the face every day. Together of course with the bullied protagonist who spends his days futilely trying to avoid humiliation and pan.

The novel is in parts actively unpleasant to read as it delves into the minds of horrific people and presents them as characters rather than caricatures. It’s like Lindqvist took a scalpel to the boils on society’s underside and scraped the pus on the page.

So, yes, it’s not everybody’s cup of chamomile. But it’s undeniably powerful.

Let the Right One In is certainly not your average vampire saga. As a matter of fact, the vampire is almost incidental.

In the afterword Lindqvist says, “Everything in this book is true. It just didn’t happen this way.” That really creeps me out.

Note: I read the Swedish original, and so can’t make any judgment about the quality of the English translation.

Buy the novel from Amazon.

Buy the Blu-ray from Amazon.

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Movie round-up

Ne le dis à personne (Tell No One): Something as unusual as a French thriller based on an American novel about New Jersey, and it really works.

Tell No One is a taut thriller about a pediatrist whose wife is murdered. Eight years after the murder he gets an email from somebody claiming to be his dead wife, kicking off a series of nightmarish events. The movie is fast-paced and full of twists and turns, requiring you to pay attention.

Can you figure out what’s going on before the denouement?

Being a French movie, there’s some downright casual nudity. Apparently the French operate under some kind of delusion that seeing a naked human being will not turn people into monsters.

Harakiri: Japanese movie from 1962 about an era in the early 1600s when a lot of samurai were downsized.

I’m not ashamed to say that the Japanse often frighten me—the culture is so alien and strange. Harakiri, though—despite being stark almost to the point of nihilism—brings out the humanity of the fierce samurai, both for better and for worse. It’s a harsh juxtaposition between human beings trying their best to get through hard times and the hypocrisy of people who cling to dying ideals even though they no longer believe in them themselves.

As a movie, it’s relentlessly sparse—filmed in black and white, the soundtrack not much more than the crashing of beaten sticks, and full of the kinds of disturbing close-ups Sergio Leone would use to such great effect in his spaghetti westerns.

Watching it, I kept feeling there was some criticism of contemporary Japan that I couldn’t understand, but be that as it may, it’s a worthwhile movie, and if nothing else the strictness of both plot and cinematography makes it a part of our shared human heritage.

Babylon A.D.: I’m a huge sucker for sci-fi and an even bigger sucker for cyberpunk, so this movie was quite frustrating—it could have been good, but instead of reaching its potential, it peters out into an amorphous blob of silly plot and silly acting.

Vin Diesel is an actor in the mold of Stallone or Schwarzenegger—if you’re going to use him, you need to have something huge going on, with an endless cornucopia of action sequences. Unfortunately, Babylon A.D. didn’t get that memo, and instead puts Diesel in a movie that kind of, sort of, wants to be a big action vehicle but mostly wants to be … well, I don’t really know what it wants. The movie is based on the novel Babylon Babies which I have not read, but from watching the movie it seems like a good novel with a bunch of interesting things going on, things that don’t directly translate to a screen play.

Apparently nobody noticed this, took the plot, schlepped it into a screenplay and called it a day.

I don’t want to commit a spoiler here, but once the objective of the movie is revealed at the end, it turns out that there was no reason to even make the movie—the interesting things happen after it ends.

I’m no film maker, but that just can’t be good.

So all in all, a huge disappointment.

Death Race: Trenchant tale that warns of the moral dangers inherent in a privatized prison system seeking profits, or mindless mayhem?

I’m just kidding. It’s mindless mayhem.

Apparently one never gets too old enough to enjoy cars bristling with guns and armor crash in spectacular ways. So if that’s your bag at all, this is a movie you will enjoy.

Bonus points to Jason Statham for getting himself frighteningly ripped for this movie.

Wall•E: Absolutely delightful. Wall•E himself never stops being engaging to watch. Being able to coax that much charm out of an animated trash compactor robot is mind boggling.

So even if you don’t have kids, Wall•E is definitely worth watching, even though since it is for children, the themes get a bit heavy-handed.

Let the Right One In: EDIT: Moved the movie to its own review together with the novel.

Hellboy II: The Golden Army: I actually liked the first Hellboy outing, but this, this … what the hell is this?

The Golden Army received critical accolades. I have no idea why. Sure, it’s visually stunning, but there’s no there there, just a bunch of freaks fighting in order to drive a mentally-challenged plot that makes very little sense.

At the end of The Golden Army I was tired, confused, and wondering what the hell I just saw, but not in a good way.

To add insult to injury, not having David Hyde Pierce voice Abe was a gargantuan mistake.

Good Night, and Good Luck: Ostensibly about journalist Ed Murrow’s battle with Joe McCarthy during the Red Scare, it’s really a thinly veiled allegory about the assault on civil liberties taken by the Bush administration.

It’s a nice little movie. A bit bloodless, but moves along at a nice clip and has clean cinematography.

Kingdom of Heaven: Director’s Cut: The link takes you to the IMDB entry for the theatrical cut of the film. Which I haven’t seen, so I have no idea of how it differs from the Director’s Cut. Which is the one I saw. And which was two different movies, one where our hero With a Difficult Past™ is rescued from his miserable existence by the Father He Didn’t Know He Had™ and another where our hero Defends Jerusalem.

The first movie is way too long. Well made, but stretches out a bit.

The second movie has a brutal beginning where way too many things Have to be Revealed and it Will Take a While so Stay in Your Seat Bitch. After that, though, it turns into a fantastic medieval war movie.

Ridley Scott reuses the ideas, music, and visuals from Gladiator and Black Hawk Down and then throws in some fantastically intense battle sequences with knights.

It’s frustrating, because Ridley Scott really shouldn’t be putting out a movie with the kind of pacing problems Kingdom of Heaven has, but at the same time, it’s Ridley Scott, and the man sure knows how to work an action sequence.

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Get to the choppa

As you get older it gets harder and harder to connect with your inner smirking and stupid 15-year-old—middle age, suburbia, and kids wrap their chains tighter and tighter around him.

So tonight I’d like to say thank you to Austrian Death Machine for bringing me a few glorious minutes of teenage stupidity and making the phrase “Get to the choppa!” pop up uninvited in my head every so often.

Let’s count the wins here, shall we?

  1. The band name: Austrian Death Machine. Yes!
  2. The song title: Get to the Choppa. Like Schwarzenneger intended it to be spelled.
  3. Using an obscure Schwarzenegger sample instead of going with the tired, overdone ones.
  4. Bringing the twin lead guitars. If there’s one thing the inner 15-year-old always responds to it’s twin lead guitars.
  5. Apparently not worrying for one single second about how stupid the song is. Crucial, that.

So, without further ado, the video for Austrian Death Machine’s Get to the Choppa:

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Microsoft and the lemonade stand—a parable

Microsoft has been pre-announcing some products lately that look like they’re going to be very nice. But I’m skeptical. Why? Please allow me to illustrate with a parable about a lemonade stand.

“Hey, you want to buy some lemonade? It’s great lemonade.”

“Really? Better than the other lemonades?”

“Yeah, absolutely. Totally great lemonade.”

“Cool. I’ll buy a glass.”

Lemonade is handed over.

“Yuck. This lemonade tastes horrible.”

“What? Really? No, it’s good lemonade.”

“I’m telling you, it tastes horrible.”

“Oh, right. I see what you mean. But I’m working on a better lemonade. It’ll be out real soon. It’ll taste great. So if you could just keep drinking that lemonade for a little bit longer. Really, just a little bit longer, and the new lemonade I’m working on will taste great!”

“OK. Sure. I already bought your lemonade, so I’ll drink it a bit longer, but this new lemonade better be fantastic, or I’m out of here!”

A fist is defiantly shaken in the air.

“Yeah, sure, it will. It will be the best lemonade you ever drank. Really. Just outstanding.”

A few days go by.

“So where is this new lemonade you promised me?”

“It’s a little late. Just a little. You know, making lemonade is hard. Not as easy as you’d think.”

“But you told me the new lemonade would be ready by now.”

“Did I? Oh, I’m sorry. Terribly sorry. But the new lemonade is actually even better than I thought it would be. So good. Yes. So very, very good. You’ll like it.”

“OK. Guess I’ll wait a bit longer.”

A few days go by and our protagonist returns to the lemonade stand.

“Here’s the new lemonade! Woo-hoo! See how it sparkles? That, my friend, is some excellent lemonade.”

“Fantastic! I gotta have the new lemonade. Here’s my credit card. Just pour!”

“But of course. One glass of new and improved lemonade coming right up!”

A glass of lemonade is handed over.

“Yuck! Bastard! This lemonade tastes horrible!”

“What? No it doesn’t.”

“Yes it does. I just drank it. You told me it was going to be outstanding, but it tastes just as bad as the old lemonade.”

“Well, OK, maybe the new lemonade has some problems. A few. Not that many.”

“What are you talking about? It tastes horrible, just like your old lemonade.”

“Ah, but it’s actually new lemonade. Completely different. Just seems like the old lemonade, which it is not. I’ve figured out why you think it tastes bad, and I’m going to have a better lemonade out soon.”

“How soon?”

“Reeeeal soon. You won’t even notice time has passed.”

“Because this lemonade is horrible.”

“The new lemonade will be the best lemonade ever and it will be out tomorrow.”

“Really? Tomorrow? I’ll be back tomorrow.”

A day passes.

“So is the new lemonade you promised ready?”

“Ah, the new lemonade… It’s almost ready. Very close.”

“So I’ll come back tomorrow?”

“Yes, tomorrow. Yes. It will definitely be ready tomorrow. And taste fantastic. Yum, yum, it will be the best lemonade ever.”

A day passes.

“Hi there, is the new lemonade ready yet?”

“No.”

“But you said it would be ready today.”

“I did? Oh, oh, heh. You thought it would be ready today?”

“Yes, you said it would be ready today.”

“Well, sir, lemonade-making is difficult. Hard to predict, really. Tricky. What with the lemons and all.”

“So I’m still drinking the lemonade that tastes like crap. That’s what you’re telling me.”

“Did you get the latest lemonade? It really doesn’t taste as bad. As a matter of fact, it’s really good!”

“Yes, I’m drinking the latest lemonade, and it doesn’t taste at all as good as the lemonade you promised. Not at all.”

“Well, making lemonade takes time.”

“Then why did you tell it would be ready several days ago?”

“Have you tasted my latest lemonade? It’s really very good.”

Fade to black.

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Bass for your face

I usually wear headphones when I watch TV. It’s a habit I got into when Andrea was born and I didn’t want her to overhear the dialog from shows I was watching, like The Sopranos and Deadwood. At this point it’s just something I’m comfortable with, and it actually enhances the enjoyment for me. I’ve been using a pair of Sennheiser HD 202s for a few years, and have been really happy.

For the price, they’re hard to beat.

I wanted a new pair of headphones for work and thought about getting a second pair HD 202s, but then on a whim decided to throw in an extra ten dollars and step up to the EH-150s.

Now, I’m no audiophile—frankly I rate audiophiles as the only kind of people more annoying than neck bearded Linux fanatics—but these headphones quite simply rock. The bass presence is ungodly and the highs are clear and crisp even on MP3s.

If you’re in the market for new cans, this is $30 well spent.

Incidentally, why did Sennheiser decide to throw in the hyphen in the product name on the EH-150s but not the HD 202s? Budget constraints?

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The British Wallander

Branagh Wallander Splash Source: PBS.org

Henning Mankell’s novels about Swedish small-town detective Kurt Wallander are an international hit, and I’ve thoroughly enjoyed the Swedish movies based on the novels, so I was really interested in seeing what none other than Kenneth Branagh would do with the subject. The series started airing on PBS recently.

For those not familiar with the series, it is centered on Kurt Wallander, a tired and middle-aged detective who desperately needs to get some distance from his work—the crimes he ends up investigating are gruesome and horrific, more suited for Gomorra than a small Swedish town. Wallander’s relationship with his daughter is a constant subplot as they grapple with his less-than-stellar fatherhood record.

The Branagh version is filmed on location in Ystad—which is not pronounced with a “sh” sound no matter how many times the name gets mangled on-screen—a picturesque small town in the far south of Sweden, with an all-British cast. All the vehicles, uniforms, and printed materials are in Swedish, but all audio is in English.

Personally, I love British crime dramas—Prime Suspect, Cracker, Thin Blue Line, what have you—and I also love Swedish crime dramas like Wallander, Beck, Millenium and of course the Sjöwall/Wahlöö series, so I was quite excited to see Branagh’s take on Wallander.

And it’s a well-made British crime drama. But despite the setting, it doesn’t feel Swedish at all, so in that sense it’s a failure. All the touches that make Wallander special have been leached out, and you end up with Branagh playing the tired, dishevelled detective from central casting. Which he does very well, mind you—what with him being a gifted actor—but he doesn’t feel like Wallander. The rest of the cast, none of whom I recognized, puts in a solid performance as well.

The cinematography is a bit of problem. It’s deft but very heavy-handed. There are way too many color casts and tricks with the light—for heaven’s sake, you have the Swedish seaside summer light at your disposal, so why go all Strobist?

Top it off with a way over-used tilt-shift effect, and you have cinematography that overpowers the story. Since the story is why we’re watching Wallander in the first place, that’s kind of sad.

To sum it up, Branagh’s Wallander is a pretty good British crime drama, but Wallander it isn’t. Nevertheless, worth watching.

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Review: Gang Leader for a Day

Gang Leader for a Day

Gang Leader for a Day

Sudhir Venkatesh has something wrong with his brain, and we’re all the better for it. At least it’s hard to imagine anything but pathological lack of fear would lead a sociology grad student to go hang out with a drug-dealing gang in arguably one of the worst ghettos in America.

We’re all the better for it since Venkatesh’s Gang Leader for a Day is a compelling and eminently readable account of life inside a ghetto, both for the gangs and the citizens who make it their home.

The most profound feeling you get from reading Gang Leader for a Day is also the most mundane—that people struggling to deal with lives mired in poverty, drugs, and violence are just that: people. Underneath it all they’re no different from anybody else.

If the name Sudhir Venkatesh rings a bell, it might be because he is included in Freakonomics, my review of which is here.

Gang Leader for a Day is a wonderful and important book. Highly recommended.

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