Showing posts with label movies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label movies. Show all posts

November 21, 2008

First Winter Cold

I believe I have my first real winter cold. It started yesterday with a tickle in the throat when I woke up, but by the time I taught my first bio lab this had progressed to a sore throat and loss of voice. Three hours later my throat and voice were almost completely shot and a cough came on as well. By the time I finished my second biology lab section at around 8:30 PM, my throat was on fire and my voice completely shot.

This morning, I woke up at 3:30 with a pounding headache, a cough, a mild (100°) fever and an utterly raw throat. I've spent most of the day since in bed, which is where I plan on spending much of the rest of it as well.

This is what happens when one gets locked in a room with students for six hours every week, the temperature drops by about 30° in a single day, and sleep has been in short supply.

LL gets back from Florida tomorrow, having successfully defended her prospectus. I'm hoping to be in better shape by then. My other plans for the day include chicken broth and a couple of movies from Netflix. I should be getting Lucio Fulci's Beatrice Cenci and The Dead Pit today. And sleep, too. Nyquil is my friend.

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August 31, 2008

The Call of Cthulhu: Truest Lovecraft Film Adaptation Ever

The first grown-up book I can ever remember reading was a collection of H.P. Lovecraft's stories, and others. I was eight years old when I started reading the works of Lovecraft, Derleth, Campbell and Lumley. The paperback, Tales of the Cthulhu Mythos, Volume 1, made quite an impression on me. I have long since read everything that Lovecraft ever penned, including his unfinished works, his dreadful poetry, and his collected letters. I've even visited Lovecraft's grave, a trip I plan to take once again this coming December.

I've also seen nearly every screen adaptation of Lovecraft's work. There are probably a thousand of them by now, so I can't say I've seen every low-budget attempt, but I have likely seen the majority of them. Some, like a wholly and justly unknown Italian attempt at The Nameless City, are best forgotten (and thankfully that abysmal film seems to have soon been forgotten after the HPL Film Festival in Portland at which I watched it some years ago). Others have been great fun, ranking among my favorite horror films, but are loosely based on the stories and don't really capture the mood of the literature very well at all. From Beyond: It's fun, but is it Lovecraft?Stuart Gordon's films, such as Re-Animator and From Beyond fall into this category. As much as I love those cheezy flicks, they're injected with a sense of humor that removes them from the possibility of being truly Lovecraftian. They're a bit like making a film version of Poe's Murders in the Rue Morgue starring a man in a rubber gorilla suit who takes a pie in the face from time to time. In 1970, Daniel Haller tried to make a relatively Lovecraftian film version of The Dunwich Horror starring Sandra Dee and Dean Stockwell, but it just didn't work.

I very recently saw the first faithful and good adaptation of a Lovecraft story. It's a low-budget silent black-and-white film made by a novice director: The Call of Cthulhu. Director Andrew Leman and writer Sean Branney get Lovecraft in a way that nobody has before. Their film, clocking in at just 47 minutes run time, is an excellent work in itself, but fans of Lovecraft will particularly appreciate how true they've remained to the story and how well they've captured the mood and movement that characterizes Lovecraft's work.

You read that right, by the way. This is indeed a silent black-and-white movie made in 2005. It revels in its anachronism, too, even adding effects to make the film look dated and damaged. While this is artifice, it lends an ironic authenticity to the film and makes it work visually in a way that nobody else has been daring or genius enough to attempt. The resulting patina is dubbed "Mythoscope" by the film makers.

The Call of Cthulhu was made on a shoestring budget, which was quite daunting (according to the crew of the film, interviews with whom are presented in the DVD's special features). Much of the action is set either at sea or on the island of R'lyeh, the latter of which had to be built from scratch in a backyard in California out of wooden scaffolding and cardboard. It works. Rather than going for realism, what Leman and company have done is to resurrect something that I haven't seen outside of old Impressionist films like The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari and Nosferatu. In fact, at risk of being flamed by afficiandos of that school of early cinema, I'm going to go out on a limb and say that The Call of Cthulhu actually stacks up well against those movies. I don't say this lightly; it's that good.

Even the stop-motion animation in The Call of Cthulhu, crude by today's CGI standards, works perfectly within the context of the movie itself. Stop-motion Cthulhu's movements are a bit jerky and somehow not quite right, which is exactly how they should be. It's also believable against the backdrop of a silent movie; if Cthulhu had been a slick computer graphic it would have destroyed the believability of the overall film.

The actors, a cast of complete unknowns, does a wonderful job here. Their performances might have been overacting in a "modern" film, but the overstated facial expressions and broad movement are exactly the stuff of the silent era.

Taken together, The Call of Cthulhu portrays faithfully but stylistically Lovecraft's vision of the bloated, tentacled horror who waits dreaming in the sunken city of R'lyeh. If that last sentence means anything to you, you must see this film.

What are you waiting for? Go watch a trailer!

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July 25, 2008

A Splendid Day, a Not So Splendid Movie

It's a rare day that LL and I get to spend entirely together, and today was just such a day. We didn't do anything too unusual; that we did a lot of not much together was the important bit.

Much to my surprise, LL decided that she did want to go out for dinner after all. Seafood was the cuisine of choice, so we went to Coral Seafood Restaurant on Shrewsbury in Worcester. I had the shrimp and scallops with tortellini and she had baked scallops. All of it was terrific. Since her surgery, LL can only eat about 2 to 4 ounces of food every two hours or so. Most of her order came home with us; mine did not. She really does eat like a bird these days, but because she has to chew each mouthful very carefully it takes as long for her to eat a small amount as it does for me to eat... well... probably a little too much. The tortellini really was excellent, like a book I couldn't put down. We talked over dinner about things we hadn't talked about in a long time, from back when we first met, the little apartment she lived in while an intern in Forest Knoll and the Two Birds Restaurant and the first road trip we took together. We talked about how the people who knew us then didn't think we'd last three months, and here we are twelve years later about as happy together as any two people could be.

Because we went to dinner, it was too late by the time we were done to catch the beginning of the ballgame, so we decided to just see a movie instead. LL has a thing about clowns, so The Dark Knight was out. I find Abba about as enjoyable as a honey-dipped roll on a fire ant nest, so Mamma Mia wasn't going to happen. We've both enjoyed Guillermo del Toro's previous work, though (The Devil's Spine and Pan's Labyrinth are high on both of our lists), so we decided to see Hellboy II: The Golden Army.

It was alright for what it was. There wasn't much to it; a typical superhero action flick augmented by visuals similar to those in Pan's Labyrinth. Aside from the imagery, though, there was nothing particularly memorable about Hellboy. Being close in a darkened theater for two hours was the best part of the flick. What was on the screen was largely inconsequential.

It was a splendid day. One must grab those while one can; they don't come around nearly often enough.

Thanks to Jeff, Claudia, Steve and anyone who took the time to wish us a happy anniversary, whether they wrote that wish down or not. It was a happy anniversary, indeed.

LL tells me I'll be seeing certain local bloggers soon, too. I look forward to meeting you in person if we haven't already.

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July 20, 2008

Amplify Naked: In the Lab on a Sunday

I'm here at the lab this afternoon. See?

You can tell it's a lab because there are microscopes and other sciencey-looking things in the picture.

It being Sunday, I'm the only one in the lab, which is a bit lonely but also very nice. During the week, we have an undergrad here on a summer project in which he's working under the supervision of a post-doc to sequence a whole bunch of Boletales specimens from another university to make sure that they're actually what they're supposed to be. Most type specimens were collected before the days of molecular analysis and so in many cases nobody is as sure of their identities as they could be. It's a worthwhile project, but with everybody else doing their molecular thing, too, the clean lab is often at capacity. I have a sizable experiment I'm working on, testing a couple of primer sets for my so far-elusive cytochrome oxidase subunit 1 genes under a new protocol on the thermocycler. It's not that complicated a project, really, but getting it all set up requires a bit more physical room than is usually available. I'm just now waiting for the cycler to finish before I run a gel and hope that I actually get some bands. Then I'll be able to see if one of the primer set works better than the other, if both sets work well and the difficulty has been all about the annealing temperature, or if the whole thing just isn't going to work for some reason. I suspect the combination of a new, family-specific primer set and a different thermocycler regimen will solve the problem. We'll see.

Because there's nobody else here today, though, I also got to watch an old Del Tenney drive-in flick after getting the thermocycler set up. I watched the amazingly goofy Horror of Party Beach in a conference room. There's something particularly gratifying about kicking one's feet up and watching a cheezy flick about radioactive jellyfish-zombie-monsters that eat only nubile young beach party girls and the scientists trying to devise ways to destroy them when one is sitting in a biological science center and waiting for PCR products to be amplified. You can always tell the scientist in a 1960's rubber suit horror flick; he's the guy in the white coat, smoking a pipe and saying things like, "The organs of these beings are too decomposed to retain oxygen so they've been replaced by sea anemones. They're giant protozoa!" Errrr... yeah. I hope I don't give an answer like that when I take my quals.

I did want to get this experiment run today for another reason, too. With LL coming home, I won't be here most of next week. If I get everything ready for the sequencer by the end of the day today, I can have it on a plate tomorrow and get my sequences back on Tuesday. Or I can have it ready for the plate on Tuesday and then download them and toss them into an alignment next Monday. Either way works, really.

34 more minutes left on the thermocycler now. You know, if I'd have known I'd be the only person here today, I'd have amplified naked.

Nobody touch that line. It's going on a t-shirt.

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July 13, 2008

Horror Flick Review: The Other Side Is As Much Treacle as Gore

I watch about three or four horror movies per week. Usually, I have some idea of what I’m going to be seeing based upon the description of the movie on the CD sleeve. Unfortunately, that’s not always the case. A good example of this was my recent misfortune to rent the movie The Other Side from Netflix. I thought I was getting a horror movie, not a sermon. I was very, very wrong. I hate it when I’m misled as to what the movie I’m going to watch is really about.

I find this happens too frequently for my taste with horror movies. It seems that the religious can’t keep their hands off of my favorite genre. I never seem to know until I watch one of these surreptitiously Christian-themed films what I’m getting myself into.

The Other Side was not just badly acted and poorly written and plain not entertaining, it was like a religious landmine buried in the path of the unwitting. The story could have been interesting; a murdered man escapes from hell along with a number of other condemned souls only to find that his fiancée has also been murdered. He sets out to discover the killer who did in both himself and his wife-to-be. In the meantime, he and the other escapees must do combat with the Reapers, demons who have been dispatched to retrieve the escaped souls by blowing their brains out with firearms. OK, not exactly rocket science and not likely to win any awards, but it could have been the basis for an entertaining 1½ hour flick.

Alas, the writer and director weren’t satisfied with that. They were going to deliver what they seem to have thought a profound religious message. Thus, 40 minutes into the flick we have our hero stumbling into a church and praying for forgiveness. He must confess his sins before God to win salvation from "the pit." The Reapers, you see, are almost impossible to kill. Oh, you can shoot them and they will fall down, but they can leap into any other dead body that happens to be lying around and then start the chase again. Only with divine intervention and forgiveness for his sins can that hero win entrance to heaven. The end of the movie is telegraphed from early on; it's clear how this all has to come out, provided that the viewer has a minimum of six firing synapses.

The viewer soon finds out that Jehovah has been planning for the big escape from hell all along! Two of the escapees who accompanied our hero were actually angels who were put there with foreknowledge of the events that would transpire. All of a sudden, we find out that one of the big scary escapees is a good guy, amidst soaring music and his big bald head silhouetted against a blue sky replete with puffy clouds. We also find out that the murderer was our hero’s brother (shades of Caine and Abel, anyone?) out to get at their parents' fortune, and that he had mom and dad brutally murdered for the same reason years prior. But it gets sappier still!

In the end, the hero dies. Even though he has committed a murder earlier for which he was never convicted, he has asked forgiveness from the Son-O-God. This is a pass into heaven (because faith is more important than actions to those who live in a world of wishful thinking) where his dead girlfriend is waiting for him in a lake surrounded by waterfalls and bright white light and, apparently, angelic choirs. She delivers a little speech about how wonderful God is and the power of redemption through Christ. Then, as the music soars again, they share a sloppy open-mouthed French kiss. The music soars some more the bright light increases in intensity and… I couldn’t watch anymore. Seriously, I was beginning to get nauseous. This is a horror movie? Yuck. Perhaps there will be a sequel involving sanctified personal lubricants and cherubic fluffers. I might actually want to watch that.

Honestly, I don’t begrudge anyone who wants to see one the ability to view religiously-themed films. Not in the least; everyone should be able to watch whatever floats their boat. If you want to watch porn, watch porn. If you desire to be clubbed about the head with ham-fisted religious messages — even inconsistent ones that wind up with couples having premarital sex in a clearly Christian Eden-like afterlife — go for it. By the same token, I’d like to know when I’m about to watch such a film so I can find opt for more fitting fare. This sort of saccharin pseudo-horror flick really does nothing for me other than upset my stomach. Zombies? Not so much. I can watch them chew on a leg bone all day long and not want to return lunch. Why not let people know when the subject matter of a film is going to be preachy? Is it because the directors honestly think they might win converts with a low-budget DVD like The Other Side? Are they just kind of dumb and don't realize that such junk is best kept out of the hands of heathens like myself who are bound to rip the tripe into bits at any opportunity? I don't get it.

Every so often, perhaps once or twice a year, I get suckered. This time I wound up watching (most of) The Other Side. Previously, I’ve gotten stuck with other religious turkeys like 2003’s 13 Seconds and 2005’s Evil’s City. Neither of these two abysmal flicks advertised their religious intentions either and in both those cases I also can away feeling like the Holy Ghost had just relieved itself into my eye sockets. Not a pleasant sensation. While The Other Side was a bit better technically than those other two stinkers, it wasn’t by much and certainly not by enough to make up for cheating me out of time that could have been used to watch an actual horror flick.

If you’re in the mood for a sermon with gunfire and lots of exploding blood squibs, maybe The Other Side will be to your liking as much as it wasn’t to mine. Enjoy the guts and treacle. If you’re like me and don’t appreciate being preached at, give this one wide berth.

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July 04, 2008

Worcester-versary

Today marks exactly one year since LL and I arrived in Worcester, having made the journey here from Tallahassee. Just over a year ago, I wrote my last entry as a resident of Florida, and just under a year ago wrote the first one from Massachusetts.

Looking back on our first year in Worcester, I can't say that I've had any regrets about coming here. There are things I miss about Florida; there are things I miss about California, too. Still, I think it was a good move for us. Having grown up in the Northeast, the culture here is more comfortable for me than anywhere else in the country in which I've lived, even more so than the SF Bay Area. With all the challenges and frustrations of grad school, I've been fortunate enough to land in a lab with a bunch of good people who are more than willing to share their knowledge with me. LL has easily adjusted to life here as well; she has even remarked about our first winter here that it wasn't too bad. She's teaching at a college and will be working on an advisory committee to the city council soon, too. Both of our circumstances have worked out well in most ways.

We're marking the close of our first year in Worcester in somewhat inappropriate ways, which is only appropriate for the two of us. LL is still in Lebanon where her recuperation, I'm glad to report, is progressing unusually well. She's already up and about. We spoke via Skype yesterday afternoon; she'd been out clothes shopping only two days after her surgery. I'm putting together plans for a return trip to Florida, as I've already written.

I'll be spending this morning doing field work right in the city. I'll be joining labling Andy Wilson for an outing at Broadmeadow Brook to collect fungi and beetles, which I'll be taking back to the lab for identification and vouchering.

Tonight, there will be fireworks. Isn't that a nice way for Massachusetts to mark the anniversary? People think New Englanders are a bit cold and unfriendly, but my experience has been nothing like that. How many others can look forward to pyrotechnic displays in celebration of their first anniversary in a new home?

Thanks, Worcester, for a good first year. LL and I are looking forward to the beginning of an even better second one.

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June 01, 2008

Takashi Miike's Visitor Q: Salvation Through Destruction

Supernatural horror film is an odd genre that attracts enthusiasts for different reasons. For me, I most enjoy the surreal, absurd elements they all contain and which the best of them consciously exploit. This usually, but not always, is embodied within these films as a kind of sly humor. The films of George Romero, for instance, give society as well as the viewer a little poke in the eye every so often by exaggerating some traits. In Romero's case, this comes across most obviously in his Dawn of the Dead, with its zombies-in-a-shopping-mall depiction of the priorities of American consumerism. What could be more of a "consumer" than a mindless walking corpse that devours the living flesh? Such depictions are both absurd and political.

This mechanism isn't solely to be found in outright horror films, though. I spent last year getting acquainted with the works of Luis Buñuel for similar reasons. His surrealist absurdity and political sensibility as well as his perception of the inherent humor in human nature make for some amazing films. Cet obscur objet du désir, Le Fantôme de la liberté and La Voie lactée rank among my favorite films for many of the same reasons that I so enjoy a good supernatural horror movie. The celebrity bomber in Le Fantôme is every bit as absurd and rationally unbelievable as Hellraiser's Pinhead.

More recently, I've been taking in the films of Japanese director Takashi Miike. Miike is a provocateur, a Buñuel on acid if you like. He goes out of his way to shock the viewer but not for the value of shock alone. Watching Miike at his best is like being awakened roughly from sleep. It may be unpleasant but it gets the job done and it grabs every bit of one's attention. While Miike's films contain horrific elements I don't think calling them horror films does them justice; he has more in common with Buñuel than with Romero or Clive Barker (perhaps a bit more with the former than the latter). I've so far seen several of Miike's better-known works: Audition, Ichi the Killer, Imprint, and One Missed Call (the original, not the gutless American remake). As off-the-wall as all of those films are, nothing in them prepared me for Visitor Q, which may be one of the most original and most disturbing films ever made — and possibly one of the greatest of the last 30 years if not ever. Visitor Q is the Citizen Kane of absurdism, the Godfather of shocking surrealism. It is transgressive, repulsive, poetic and heartbreaking all at the same time. I doubt that there has ever been anything like it.

In Visitor Q, Miike creates the ultimate dysfunctional family, the pathetic Yamazakis. The household is headed, at least nominally, by Kiyoshi, a host and creator of reality television shows who has no empathy for any other human beings and treats their pain solely as fodder for better ratings. Keiko with a clientHis wife, Keiko, is a limping heroin addict who brings in extra money by prostituting herself as a reluctant dominatrix but cannot stand up to her son, Takuya, who takes out the aggression that results from his being horribly bullied upon her by beating her with an assortment of implements he keeps in a special closet in his neurotically neat room. The fourth member of the clan is daughter Miki, a prostitute who, like her father, always has camera in hand to turn her trysts into a sort of reality show. In the opening scene, a chapter entitled "Have you ever done it with your father?" Kiyoshi is Miki's client; the whole thing is videotaped. The shocking, terrible incest that takes place is just a disappetizer that sets the tone for the rest of the film. Be warned, it gets harsher from here and by degrees more absurd than the tragic/comic interactions ensuing when daughter criticizes father's poor sexual performance. To say that this film isn't for everyone and that the squeamish will spend the better part of its run time averting their gaze from the screen might be an understatement.

Into this appalling morass descends Visitor Q, a destroying angel of mercy who insinuates himself into the picture by clubbing Kiyoshi over the head with a rock while he waits for a train and then again a bit later while he walks down the street. Visitor Q sets about both observing and destroying the Yamazakis, sometimes holding the camera as if creating his own show and sometimes provoking the action as every imaginable transgression is engaged in by the family itself. Kiyoshi decides to turn his son's beatings and general degredation by his bullies into a reality show in which he himself will play the father. As the bullies fire Roman candles through the windows of the Yamazaki house, Kiyoshi declares that he "doesn't know how to feel as a father," a partial truth. Kiyoshi feels nothing unless it's rage or shame as we learn in the scene where he rapes and murders his co-anchor when she expresses her loathing of him.

This, however, is only the ultimate transgression in a long list of depravities that includes a graphic depiction of Keiko's newfound pride in her ability to lactate in a demonstration of which she literally floods the family kitchen for the benefit of a bemused Visitor Q who sits watching while shielding himself with a little plastic umbrella. By this point, the family itself and the lives of all involved have been completely destroyed. This last horror is what ultimately saves them; salvation can only come when the self-debasement of these people is total, and this is what the mysterious Visitor makes happen. If we haven't figured this out by now, Takuya lets us know by expressing his gratitude for the devastation — while lying face-down in the pool of his mother's secretions, like a baby re-immersed in the womb.

Visitor Q is a powerful movie in many ways, and one that is going to repulse anyone who isn't every bit as psychopathic as is Kiyoshi. Thus, it is a trial to get through the film, particularly the horror-comedy of a scene of necrophilia gone terribly wrong that results in the dutiful Keiko having to assist her husband with a shot of heroin and a bath of vinegar to get him free of the corpse into which he has inserted himself (ahem). The themes of transgression and redemption ultimately unite in a final scene that itself partakes simultaneously of the two modes. Miki comes home after her own encounter with Visitor Q in which she is treated by the stranger in much the same way as he treated Kiyoshi, leaving her battered and scarred. In the end, though, every wound on every character is healed — both the psychic and the physical. The final scene is masterful; Miike brings together revulsion and peace in a manner I've never seen done before. In the end, he leaves the viewer as he found the viewer; conflicted and ambivalent. It is impossible to say by the end of this film whether the final scene is right or wrong; it is only necessary for the chaos to end.

Visitor Q is a great movie, but the ways in which it is great are often offensive in the extreme to those of us who are fortunate enough not to be Yamazakis. If one can feel empathy for other human beings then this film is challenging in the extreme. Nevertheless it is also an extremely rewarding film for those with a stomach strong enough to make it all the way through as Miike defies us to switch the film off. Love it or hate it, though, there has never been another film quite like Visitor Q. I don't like to use the clichéd word "extreme," but in this case it is truly warranted. In the end, Visitor Q must be experienced; it cannot be explained adequately in a few lines of text. Indeed, the questions it brings up and never fully answers will leave the astute viewer wondering about them for some time to come. This movie is messy, terrible and wonderful. It's 100% Miike without the slightest bit of self-censorship other than what I can only assume is a humorous device of always placing a little blurred circle over genitalia. After all, with its repertoire of incest, rape, murder, necrophilia and various shades of violence throughout, the graphic depiction of a penis would be tame stuff by comparison.

Visitor Q is Miike's dare to his audience. I recommend it highly, but first you must ask yourself how much you can take and then if you can take just a little bit more. This is a spiky jewel, indeed.

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May 15, 2008

Do Zombies Use Soap? Do Soaps Use Zombies? Graveyard Alive Has the Answer.

Graveyard Alive posterIt's been awhile since I've written about any horror flicks in here, and with good reason. I've been through a long stretch of watching lousy to mediocre movies in the genre. There's so much boring, derivative junk out there that it's all too easy to trash any number of such movies or just yawn through the whole thing. Still, the presence of so many bad flicks makes it all the more fun when I do come across something clever to recommend. Graveyard Alive: A Zombie Nurse in Love is just such a movie.

The title is a bit misleading; there's no graveyard to be found anywhere in this film. Instead, what we get here is a flick about the undead that was written, directed and produced by women, and they've finally answered a question that has been puzzling us all for a very long time. That is, what if Night of the Living Dead had taken place on the set of General Hospital? It's a zombie soap, folks, and Elza Kephart and company make it work to produce something clever and distinct in the horror-comedy genre.

Shot in black-and-white, Graveyard Alive simultaneously evokes the feel of an old horror movie and early soap operas. There's melodrama throughout as plain, dull nurse Patsy Powers tries to recapture her high school sweetheart from calculating rival nurse Goodie, whose father runs the hospital at which they work, and land a promotion to head nurse, too. A woodsman is bitten by something and shows up at the hospital with an axe buried in his head — and an elevated libido due to the "mysterious bacteria" multiplying in his body as we learn from the book Zombies: A Modern Menace. The book is owned by Van Helsing-like Ukrainian surgeon-turned-janitor Kapotski who, being ever-vigilant against the zombie menace while swigging copious quantities of vodka, kills the woodsman-zombie in the only way possible; by stabbing him in the "third eye" with a solid silver knife. Not before Nurse Patsy and the woodsman almost have a tryst, though, which ends up with Patsy being bitten on the hand... and then the fun begins.

Becoming a zombie doesn't have to mean that a girl must give up on love, though. Patsy soon figures out that a little make-up and perfume will do wonders and, thanks to Kapotski's tome, that consuming enough human flesh wards off wrinkles and can really give a living dead girl that youthful, healthy glow that men can't resist. Before long, Patsy is transformed into a ravishing sex kitten that is the object of every man's rapt attention. A nip here, a chomp there, and before long there are plenty of zombies about. These aren't lumbering, vicious zombies, though. They generally seem to be having a pretty good time with unlife. Still Nurse Goodie isn't about to let Patsy get her claws back into Dr. Dox, and the story of their rivalry unfolds in tongue-in-cheek soap opera melodrama that culminates in a scene that pays homage to one of my personal favorite scenes from Night of the Living Dead — the one in which the little girl kills her mom in the basement with a trowel. Just watch for the swinging lightbulb.

Graveyard Alive was completed in 2003, but it took three years for it to find a distributor. It's may have bumped up against Shaun of the Dead in the process. After all, how much of a market was there for "zomromcoms" a few years ago? Still, Graveyard Alive is quite different from Shaun and, while not nearly as polished, doesn't really deserve to be compared to it.

I can't think of any other zombie horror-comedies created by women, and for that reason alone Graveyard Alive is worth watching for those who are looking for something a little different. All by itself, though, it's good fun and rather light on the gore as compared to a lot of what's out there. Sure, we get a scene with someone munching on the last bits of a human leg like it was an oversized turkey drumstick, and there is a stabbing or two and one somewhat graphic handling of an unidentified human organ, but that's about it. This isn't a bloodbath by any stretch. You won't be seeing anyone using their teeth to rip away chunks of flesh from a screaming victim in this one, though you will learn how an up-and-coming professional zombie woman keeps her teeth whiter-than-white.

This is one to track down and check out. You might well be glad that you did. Start by checking out the trailer for Graveyard Alive and the movie website.

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May 09, 2008

Research Plan Jumps the Next Hurdle

My embryonic research plan just got a second thumbs up, having cleared my committee. Aside from ways in which I can narrow my focus and save myself a bit of work, there are no major changes. I'm told there's enough in here for multiple dissertations; I'm only trying to get one, but I don't mind sharing if I wind up with an extra one laying about.

At the moment, I feel like a balloon with about half the air let out. My plan for the rest of the day is to go home and let the other half out with a couple of beers and a viewing of Meat for Satan's Icebox to be followed by the splitting of a pizza and an episode of Doctor Who. That should be enough to stop the wheels spinning in my head for a bit.

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April 30, 2008

Anti-Defamation League Press Release re: Expelled

If Ben Stein was trying to prevent future genocide with his ridiculous propaganda, some of the people whose families were most affected by it wouldn't seem to want his "help."

The film Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed misappropriates the Holocaust and its imagery as a part of its political effort to discredit the scientific community which rejects so-called intelligent design theory.

Hitler did not need Darwin to devise his heinous plan to exterminate the Jewish people and Darwin and evolutionary theory cannot explain Hitler's genocidal madness.

Using the Holocaust in order to tarnish those who promote the theory of evolution is outrageous and trivializes the complex factors that led to the mass extermination of European Jewry.

Anti-Evolution Film Misappropriates the Holocaust
Anti-Defamation League press release
April 29, 2008

The Jewish Telegraphic Agency continues the story, including a statement by the National Center for Science Education's Susan Spath:
We are concerned about the long-term impact of this film and its irresponsible misrepresentation of a terrible history. It propagates the message that Nazis were Darwinist, with the implication that today's Darwinists are proto-Nazis, and that's not OK.

Groups rap film's Holocaust linkage
April 30, 2008

As someone whose family was decimated by the Holocaust, I have no hesitation about adding my very small voice to the growing chorus that is rightly pointing out Stein's misappropriation of the lives of the victims of a man who used religious imagery and the misplaced faith of those who followed him to create one of the most horrible episodes in the history of modern man. My maternal grandfather fled Eastern Europe shortly before Germany invaded. The village in which he and my great-grandparents lived was so thoroughly wiped off the map that today we can't determine what country it was in. Shortly after he gained American citizenship, my grandfather enlisted in the army and returned to Europe to fight in the war, enduring a good deal of anti-Semitism from those with whom he served, many of whom had never met a Jew before and, as he told the story, "expected me to have horns."

In my experience with biologists, I have not encountered intolerance. One of the basic ideas we learn from Darwin's theories, in fact, is that diverse populations are the most likely to survive. Humanity does, and should, come in all phenotypes. Racial purity, if such a thing could even be said to exist, would be a regrettable situation. Phenotypic and genotypic variety is a positive situation. It's the exact opposite of what Hitler and all those who follow his twisted and brutal ideals today preach.

Stein's attempt to equate evolutionary biology to genocide is deplorable and, in fact, is deplored by those sensible enough to see it for what it is. I find it vile that this third-rate comedian, fourth-rate economist and fifth-rate speech writer felt that he was justified in using the suffering of families like mine in fomenting ignorance and division in America.

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A Former Discovery Insitute Senior Fellow Speaks

Ross Anderson, a self-described "recovering Discovery fellow," has an article about his experience with the Discovery Institute, reinterpreting it somewhat in the light of Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed. It appears in Crosscut Seattle and is a rather lengthy piece that goes over the birth of the Discovery Institute and particularly Anderson's experience with founder Bruce Chapman. Despite it's length, I think it's well worth reading (although I don't necessarily endorse all of Anderson's conclusions).

A link and a few excerpts follow.

Evolution of a think tank

A journalist comes of age with Bruce Chapman, watching him launch Seattle's Discovery Institute and the intelligent design movement.


However it is defined, intelligent design, or "ID," has gained some traction across the nation, particularly among religious fundamentalists, so that godfearing creationists find themselves seeking intellectual guidance from godless Seattle, Land of the Liberal Democrats, home of the unchurched. In recent years, the idea has burst into school boardrooms, courtrooms, the halls of Congress, and the White House. It has been the target of editorial crusades in journals ranging from the The Stranger to The New York Times. And each seems to ask: How in the world did this notoriously unholy city become headquarters for a fundamentally conservative crusade?

The simple answer: Bruce Chapman. With an assist by a mild-mannered philosophy professor from an obscure Presbyterian college just across the mountains in Spokane.

But there is much more to this story. I bear witness to this, because I am a recovering Discovery fellow. For a few weeks back in 2001, I worked with Chapman and Co. — not on Darwinism, but on transportation. I also am a preacher's kid who graduated many years ago from that little Presbyterian college...

The next time we met was in 1983, when I was in Washington D.C., covering Congress, and Chapman had been picked as a domestic policy advisor in the Reagan White House. At a chicken barbeque in his back yard, Chapman allowed that his politics had changed along with the Reagan Revolution. "I have grown more conservative on social issues," he said then, "as I have become more disillusioned with any aspect of the Great Society, the welfare state, or the endless parade of liberation movements as solutions to any problems..."

Still, it was an authentic think tank. Discovery hosted lunchtime debates over topics such as charter schools, freeway tolls and international trade. Chapman, however, was looking for that breakout issue. In 1993, he read an op-ed in The Wall Street Journal written by a young Whitworth College professor named Stephen Meyer. Meyer was defending a California biology professor whose job was threatened because he had questioned evolution theory.

"I saw the issue at first as an example of political correctness run amok," Chapman recalled later. "Only later did I see it as an issue in science, and sense the implications."

Once again, Chapman teamed up with his Harvard soulmate, George Gilder, who had become a neo-conservative superstar. They sat down with Meyer and decided that "Discovery should become the home to the scientific critique of Darwinism, and home as well to intelligent design as an alternative theory."

Thus was born what they now call the Center for Science and Culture. In the years to come, that work attracted millions of dollars in support from conservative foundations, starting with the Ahmanson family in Southern California...

...In addition to helping pay the bills, ID helped explain his deep disillusionment with the entitlement programs and liberation movements, which he believed had divided and "demoralized" American politics — all in the name of social sciences that are rooted in evolution theory.

"Darwinism is crucial not only to materialism in science, but in our culture, which is why all this is so incendiary," he argues. "People care about their world view. For most real Darwinists, evolution is their religion."

Whatever the motives, Chapman had found his breakthrough. He hired staff, bought computers, and rented bigger offices to accommodate them. Intelligent design was on its way to becoming an intellectual jihad in the nation's culture war. Armed with a growing array of new books, issue papers, videos, and DVDs, the Science and Culture campaign openly aspired to drive a "wedge" (Discovery's word) into the heart of Darwinism, to "defeat materialism" and replace it with intelligent design...

My amusement was arrested one day in September, when Discovery launched its attack on public television. My first clue was a new banner headline on the Web site home page: "PBS Evolution: Last Gasp of a Dying Theory."

Public TV, I learned, was about to air a seven-part documentary series on Darwin and evolution theory, and the ID folks didn't like it. The series failed to report the gaps in Darwin's theory. Worse still, it failed to mention intelligent design. The Science and Culture staff had counterattacked with a book-length response, educational curricula, canned op-eds, and press releases that helped explain why that office copier had been running nonstop. The kids down the hall were most pleased with themselves at having one-upped the misguided Darwinists...

I am not a scientist, nor a philosopher. I am not particularly religious, nor am I hostile to religion. For these and other reasons, nobody has asked my advice on all this. But here it is anyhow:

To Chapman and friends: Go for it. Challenge conventional wisdoms. Question authority, including scientists. We all understand that the scientific establishment, universities, and the media are equally susceptible to an intolerant groupthink. So keep looking for flaws in evolution theory. That's what think tanks are supposed to do.

But dump the wedge strategy, and spare the public schools. They have plenty to worry about without outsiders telling them how to teach biology. Besides, the Pennsylvania decision suggests that it's unwise to start an important discussion and hand it over to small-town school boards and their lawyers.

And, for god's sake, spare us the argument that ID is not a religious undertaking. That may work for Chapman and a few more leading ID proponents. But intelligent design walks and quacks like religion...

...Wedge strategy or no, intelligent design is not a threat to science as we know it. The movement consists of a small cadre of critical thinkers like Chapman, some conservatives with deep pockets, and a dedicated staff of kids armed with a Web site and, now, a new documentary film. This also might describe Greenpeace, except Greenpeace has more members, deeper pockets, and slicker videos...
These are just some excerpts that interest me; go read Anderson's entire article and find the parts that are most interesting to you. Anderson's recollections, in any case, point up clearly the motivation and nature of the Discovery Institute and certainly explain why the Neocreationists have recently dropped the pretext of not being religiously motivated. Certainly, none of them have criticized Ben Stein and Mark Mathis' Expelled for its overtly religious nature, and surely William Dembski wasn't concerned with sending the wrong message several months ago when he declared that the Neocreationist Designer is "ultimately the Christian God." Perhaps the temporary dodge about the ID movement bing neither religious or political was just a cover to allow them time to make the necessary inroads into the community of fundamentalist true-believers.

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April 11, 2008

Expelled /Premise Media's Thievery and Dembski's Mental Deficiency Made Clear

David Bolinsky, "the medical illustrator chiefly responsible for The Inner Life of the Cell," the video pirated for use in Ben Stein's Expelled, had emailed Richard Dawkins regarding the situation of the unlicensed use of XVIVO's work in Expelled. As Dawkins has stated explicitly that he has reproduced the email on his own website by permission, I won't reproduce it here. Instead, you'll have to go read it over on Dawkins' site. Nonetheless, the email's opening line is so on-target that I will exercise a bit of fair use:

To the anti-ID community which is giving XVIVO support in our ideological battle against the microcephalic apostates of "Intelligent Design":


Mind you, Dembski has also shown his support in the effort to expose Intelligent Design Creationism as the activity of base and amoral deceivers. He has written some comments himself which will probably disappear from that blog, but a commentor on RichardDawkins.net has been kind enough to help insure their preservation. I will do so as well:
I've gotten to know the producers quite well. As far as I can tell, they made sure to budget for lawsuits. Also, I know for a fact that they have one of the best intellectual property attorneys in the business. I expect that the producers made their video close enough to the Harvard video to get tongues awagging (Headline: "Harvard University Seeks Injunction Against Ben Stein and EXPELLED" â€" you think that might generate interest in the movie?), but different enough so that they are unexposed.

It was a nice touch on the producer's part to use the same music as the XVIVO video. Presumably they got permission from the artist â€" or is that another possible oversight to explore? But then again, one of the producers was for years in the music business. So most likely they're covered here as well.

BOTTOM LINE: Before you think the producers of EXPELLED are idiots, you might think that they are chess players who have seen several moves ahead. For instance, have you ever thought who stood to gain the most from the Machine Video featured at UD a week ago? . . .

— William Debski
April 1, 2008
3:37 PM

Dembski, bumbleshmuck that he is, has managed to admit publicly that the video appearing in Expelled was ripped off wholesale from XVIVO. That is the hubris of William Dembski screaming volumes at us, taking pride in his knowledge of and likely involvement in what is nothing more than theft. This is the morality that evolutionary biology, the advocates of Neocreationism would have us believe, is being eroded. If that is the case, if this is the morality of which I am guilty of attacking because I stand firmly on the side of scientific reason, then so be it. I will as gladly be thought guilty to be opposed to malfeasance of this sort as I would be thought of as being responsible for a decline in the number of burglaries in my neighborhood.

It is not a matter anymore of whether this video is removed from Expelled before that movie goes into generally release at a few score theaters in second and third-tier markets around the country. It isn't even a matter of whether or not a lawsuit is undertaken by legal representation hired by XVIVO. This is not a matter of laws alone but one of the morality of people who planned all along to steal from others, who conspired from the outset to take what didn't belong to them, use it in ways that were never sanctioned by its authors, and plan ahead for the legalities involved.

A criminal who never gets caught may not have a criminal record, but that makes him no less a criminal. In this case, we have from William Dembski a full confession. In the eyes of a decent and just society, it shouldn't even matter anymore whether or not some civil suit ever takes place. We have first-hand information regarding the depth to which these people are willing to sink in order to advance their agenda.

Bolinsky's email and Dembski's comment stand in stark contrast to one another. It is useful, I think, that they can be read on one page. DavidJGrossman and Dawkins have done us a great service in allowing us to see them close together as they now stand.

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April 10, 2008

Expelled Caught Stealing Video: Premise Media Put on Notice

The duplicity in which Intelligent Design Neocreationists engage is a constant in all that they do and it seems that they never learn from being caught at it. Some time ago, a video by production company XVIVO was used without permission by leading ID lowlife William Dembski. He was caught red-handed at it. Dembski even posted an acknowledgment on his Uncommon Descent blog regarding this. He had to agree not to use the video in further presentations to avoid being sued for copyright infringement.

You would think that this small episode would have registered as an object lesson, but it hasn't. In the upcoming propaganda film Expelled, the video is used again without permission, although this time the Creationists in question believed they were being clever by making some minor alterations to it. By "minor," I mean doing things like digitally altering colors. Once again, they had no permission to use the video and XVIVO is pissed. A letter has been sent to Premise Media, the production company behind Expelled, telling them that the video must be removed from the film or a lawsuit will follow. The letter from XVIVO's legal team has been reproduced in full at Pharyngula, but here's a taste:

...It has come to our intention that Premise Media and Rampant Films has produced a film entitled "Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed," which is scheduled for commercial release and distribution on April 18, 2008. To our knowledge, this film includes a segment depicting biological cellular activity that was copied by computer-generated means from a video entitled "The Inner Life of a Cell." XVIVO holds the copyright to all the models, processes, and depictions in this video, and has not authorized Premise Media or Rampant Films to make any use of this material.

We have obtained promotional material for the "Expelled" film, presented on a DVD, that clearly shows in the "cell segment" the virtually identical depiction of material from the "Inner Life" video. We particularly refer to the segment of the "Expelled" film purporting to show the "walking" models of kinesic activities in cellular mechanisms...

We have been advised by counsel that this segment in your film constitutes an actionable infringement of XVIVO's intellectual property rights, as protected by federal statutes, including Section 106 of the Copyright Act, the Visual Artists Rights Act of 1990, and the Digital Millenium Copyright Act of 1998...

This letter will also serve as notice to you that XVIVO intends to vigorously and promptly pursue its legal remedies for your copyright infringement...

We have been advised, by a telephone conversation with Mellie Bracewell of Premise Media on April 8, 2008, that an e-mail transmission of this letter to her will be promptly forwarded to you. A hard copy of this letter, on XVIVO stationary, will also be sent to you today by express delivery...
For all of the Creationist protestations about evolutionary biology eroding morality, it seems that the self-righteousness of the ID crowd is to morality as a river is to a sandbank. In the quest to deceive their followers into acting upon erroneous and irrational ideas about biology, these people have no compunction about stealing. I have seen both the original XVIVO video and the clip from Expelled and they are certainly the same, although the kinesin in the original is white or yellow, as I recall, and the one in the new clip is a greenish color.

First the Expelled people interviewed Dawkins, Myers and others under a calculated fake pretext of making a movie called Crossroads about the conflict between religiously and scientifically-inspired ideas regarding evolutionary biology. SA storm troopers with placards of the Then they made a different sort of documentary (to use the term very loosely), editing the interviews dishonestly to make them say what they wanted them to (the cinematic equivalent of quote-mining) and trying to tie modern biology to the Holocaust (a profoundly unscrupulous thing in itself as a quick review of this archive of photos documenting Nazi religious involvements and Hitler's own writing about "finishing the work of Jesus" readily demonstrates). In bolstering their quest to smear evolutionary biologists, is it any surprise to find now that they've stooped to common theft as well?

These people lie, they cheat, they steal, and they get caught time after time — yet a significant portion of the American people continue to have faith that these same people should be involved with determining the truth about how life and the world works. They are willing to let these people and their followers influence legislation that will affect how their children are taught in public schools. Why? How much does it take for people to finally wake up and see what's going on here? In another setting, the person who most likely would want them to ignore evidence is a criminal, and here we have ID-Creationist filmmakers who want people to ignore mountains of evidence that support a theory getting caught in a criminal act. Will the people who place their faith in this nonsense open their eyes and excoriate the immorality of liars when they get caught lying — or will they act like Mathis, Stein and company and ignore even this evidence and go see the film anyhow because it supports what they already believe and the facts be damned? Will they fork over their money to thieves?

Sadly, I think I know the answer. The True Believers will always invent some sort of loophole to excuse criminal behavior from those who serve the purposes of their religion. Expelled and Dembski are symptoms of a more general disease that afflicts America, a peculiar kind of blindness that is bringing a darkness and decline in this country. If Americans can ignore the evidence, if they can stop thinking and cease considering and simply go along with whatever they already believe, if they can refuse the challenge of consideration of fact in the face of whatever ideology suits the agenda of those who would manipulate them — and isn't that precisely the whole basis of our current executive branch of government? — then there's very little hope that things will get better. I wish Americans would wake up and repudiate opportunists like Ben Stein and William Dembski, but I don't see it happening anytime soon. That's too bad; this used to be a great country not afraid of taking on the hard challenges. If Expelled tells us anything of value at all, it's a good marker of how far we've fallen and how much we're willing to be lied to for the sake of feeling good about ourselves and the reassurance that we are special and unique in the universe not because of what we have accomplished, but because Daddy Says So.

More at the NCSE's Expelled Exposed as well.

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April 01, 2008

Stein and Mathis To Begin Work on Expelled Sequel Starring Paris Hilton

Amazing. Their movie is receiving critical thumbs-down, showing are being postponed and canceled, and audiences can't even be paid to see the thing, yet Ben Stein and Mark Mathis are already announcing plans for a follow-up to Expelled, and now they've got celebrity-without-a-clue Paris Hilton on board as well. I guess their backers don't mind having money flushed down the crapper at enormous velocity. This time, though, they may have something that could actually cross over into the popular market. The announcement comes in the latest issue of the American Family Association's AFA Journal.

Expelled Follow-Up Will Feature Paris Hilton

SAN BERNADINO — Ben Stein and Mark Mathis have already produced one feature that promises to expose the evolutionist agenda to audiences around the world. Their first collaboration, Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed, has already got atheists like Richard Dawkins and PZ Myers fleeing for the shadows and film-goers at private screenings all over America more enlightened about the moral cancer of godless science than ever. They're not wasting a moment or momentum and today announced the beginning of work on a follow-up feature with the working title Expelled Again: The Atheist Nightmare. They've got more star power than ever for the upcoming documentary...

Hilton at the press conference"Premise Media is happy to announce that we've signed international superstar Paris Hilton to star in Expelled Again," said executive producer Mark Mathis, "We know that her involvement in this project will bring a new level of authority to our project, and Ben and I have found her a delight to work with..."

...Hilton found her way to God and gave her heart to Jesus last year while serving a brief sentence for a DUI conviction. "I want people to know that I was serious when I said that my life was going to be about service to my fellow man, and this is a great opportunity to do just that. I can't thank Mark and Ben enough..."

Ben Stein, a valedictorian of Yale Law School, and Mathis said that they had been encouraged by all of the positive publicity that their first Expelled film had generated. For the new effort, they've also recruited noted religious scholar and devout servant of Jesus Ray Comfort who, along with actor Kirk Cameron, has been hard at work on his own series of Way of the Master videos. Their own previous efforts have focused on using common experiences and common sense to underline how easy it is to discover evidence that contradicts the lies being spread by so-called scientists. Comfort's video "The Banana: The Atheist's Worst Nightmare" alone has received millions of hits on popular Internet service GodTube, a family-oriented response to pornography-laden sites like YouTube that encourage bestiality and advance the homosexual agenda...

"We're bringing God's banana back for Expelled Again," said Stein. "Dr. Comfort opened a lot of eyes by showing that a simple thing like a banana wouldn't even exist if it hadn't been intelligently designed to fit into the palm of your hand."

Mathis, nodding in agreement, added, "Audiences were impressed by a banana in Ray's hand. Wait until they see where it fits into Paris. We're going to change a lot of people's minds about evolution with this new film..."
I guess it was only a matter of time before something like this happened. Hilton was probably a good choice for Ben Stein's next propaganda piece. After all, both of them have gotten famous mainly for their recent involvement with pornography. I'd make a crack about "strange bedfellows," but that would be far too easy.

In a related story, Hilton has been saying recently that she sees herself as a role model for girls. Ugh. Is there anyone out there who would be happy if their daughter thought that Paris Hilton was a good role model?

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March 26, 2008

Zombie Jesus, The Movie

How did I not know about this until this morning? How could I not have seen it yet? Where can I get a copy?

For the love of Zombie Jesus, somebody tell me!



Yes, this is a real movie:
Mary Maynard has returned to town to mend the relationship with her devout priest father. But Zombie Jesus has his own plans for their reunion. Compelled by the horror of Christ, Mary teams up with the local jew, Isaac in a desperate crusade to save Mary’s father.
Netflix doesn't have it. I must find out from where I can get my own copy of Zombie Jesus!

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March 23, 2008

Shutter: Sometimes the Dead Should Just Stay Buried

Shutter is a movie that asks an important question — how many times can filmmakers try to remake The Ring before audiences get tired of seeing the same imagery and stop going to Asian-flavored horror flicks? And the answer is one time fewer than it took for Shutter to get made. This film is bad enough, derivative enough, and insulting to the intelligence of its audience enough that it could well become the stake driven through the heart of Samara-clones that finally keeps them pinned in their coffins where they belong.

Shutter features the black-and-white (much like Samara) ghost of a dishonored Japanese suicide named Megumi who may be the most boring, most prosaic revenant spirit ever to appear in a horror film. She has perfectly coiffed hair and wears a spotless floral print dress and isn't very scary at all. Just as The Ring's Samara could come crawling out of a television set, Megumi resides in photographs. In fact, one of the film's greatest weaknesses is a long-winded attempt at explaining spirit photography. One of the things that made The Ring interesting is that it didn't bore the audience with an explanation of how Samara came to reside in the airwaves; that much was left to the imagination. It was just the way things were. In Shutter, we get Seiko, a character whose sole purpose in the film is to act as a ham-handed plot device. She just so happens to have a boyfriend who publishes a magazine about spirit photography, you see, which provides the opportunity for the wife of haunting-target Benjamin Shaw to get a lecture on the subject. When Seiko announced that her boyfriend was an expert in the field at the screening I attended I heard several audience members — many of whom were teenagers, thanks to the film's PG-13 rating — laugh out loud. What a fortunate coincidence!

Megumi just isn't much of a threat to the world at large. In fact, she's arguably not even malicious. She wants revenge and, through the course of the film, takes it upon the three men who wronged her. She doesn't do that in very interesting ways, either. Two of the three men die in a most predictable manner. In the meanwhile, Megumi goes out of her way to warn Jane Shaw about husband Benjamin's true nature. She's not all bad, and in this context that makes her all the more unthreatening. Why should anyone be afraid of her? I don't think anyone in the audience was.

In a particularly intelligence-bruising moment of the film (one among several, but I'll stick to the most egregious), we learn that Megumi has been haunting Ben Shaw for a long time. In fact, she's been riding around on his shoulders. When he gets weighed at a doctor's office, in fact, he turns out to weigh more than 280 pounds. You would think he might have noticed this on his own. Wouldn't most anybody realize that they were carrying around an extra 100 pounds or so? Not this character. The audience groaned audibly when this fact was revealed. How stupid are we horror fans taken for, anyhow? I'm all for the suspension of disbelief, but it's up to the director of a film to provide the means for that to happen; he couldn't have just expected the audience to believe anything he wanted to throw at them, could he? It felt like he did, and it felt like it didn't work at all. Of course, since Megumi apparently has mass and can interact with physical objects, I see some excellent satire potential here. She must bump her head into a lot of door frames while riding on a man's shoulders, after all. I doubt that Shutter will ever find a place in popular conscience that would be rewarded with a mention in Scary Movie 12, though. Everything about it is much too forgettable, and I don't expect that most people will remember it after its inevitable two-week run in the cinemas.

With its contrived story, flat acting, attempts at shot-for-shot recreations of scenes from The Ring, unintelligent screenplay and predictable climax, Shutter may elicit one or two "Ewwwww gross" responses from younger audience member, but there's not a spine tingling moment in this one. It's far more product than it is film. If you must see it (and I can't think of one thing that makes this snorer a must-see film), wait until it comes out on DVD. It simply isn't worth the price of admission, not even for a matinee.

I usually include some images with my horror movie reviews, but none are available of the boring ghost from Shutter. Perhaps the directors realized how dull this one was. There is one photo at IMdB which I can't and won't bother trying to reproduce here. That's pretty much as scary as Megumi gets, though.

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March 13, 2008

Feral Bullshit's Day Out: Florida Legislators Lobbied with Expelled in Tallahassee

Ben Stein and Casey Luskin were on hand last night at Tallahassee's Challenger Learning Center for an exclusive screening of the anti-evolution propaganda film Expelled. Of course, so were the authors of the so-called Academic Freedom Bill, a piece of proposed legislation intended to undermine Florida's at-long-last-modernized science education standards by creating a proviso to allow dissenting teachers to teach students personal opinions as scientific fact.

The people involved in this effort are unquestionably motivated by religious beliefs. Ronda Storms and Alan Hays, authors of the bill, are members of the fundamentalist First Baptist Church. Casey Luskin is a fellow of the Discovery Institute, an organization perhaps best characterized by the statements of fearless leader William "The Designer of intelligent design is the Christian God" Dembski. While not explicitly endorsing a particular religion, the intent of the bill is to allow for religious instruction disguised as science delivered to students who would, in nearly all circumstances, lack sufficient prior education to know the difference between the two.

Concerns that this screening violates Florida's Sunshine Law, which mandates that discussion of legislation and meetings with lobbyists over the same be conducted in public, were brushed aside:

The House general counsel's office advised members that the private screening of Stein's film does not violate the state's "gift ban" law, because the film company does not have a legislative lobbyist. It also is not subject to be "Government in the Sunshine" law because, Stemberger said, there would be no discussion of the Storms and Hays bills.

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Portrait: When Failure Meets IncompetenceWhile it may be true that no such discussion took place during the screening of the film, it does seem that it took place after the film:
Stein, a conservative commentator on CBS best known for his role in "Ferris Bueller's Day Off," scheduled meetings with House Speaker Marco Rubio, R-West Miami, and other legislators to endorse bills by Rep. Alan Hays, R-Umatilla, and Sen. Ronda Storms, R-Brandon.

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Meeting with legislators to endorse legislation sounds a lot like lobbying to me.

The question about the Academic Freedom Bill being asked is whether it permits for teaching Creationism as science in science classrooms. It does so without actually mentioning Creationism or its weaselier sibling Intelligent Design by name, and it does it by allowing for something called "any scientific theory" to be taught. It doesn't mention how to recognize a scientific theory, however, reducing it to whatever someone thinks might be one, particularly when that consists of an imagined scientific debate — even when the debate isn't taking place within a scientific discipline but instead is a political, social, or religious contention.
Asked whether intelligent design qualifies as "scientific," Storms was more circumspect. Anything that "legitimately provides for a scientific critique of the theory of evolution" should be permitted for discussion, she said.

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Orlando attorney John Stemberger, head of the Florida Family Policy Council, and Casey Luskin, an attorney and program officer for the Center for Science and Culture at the Seattle-based Discovery Institute, said the pending legislation would not permit teaching of religious theory in public schools. They said, however, that teachers and students need protection from being discriminated against for questioning evolution or advancing their own beliefs in other science-based theories.

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Note that at no point have Storms, Hays, or anyone else advanced an alternative scientific theory, nor even been able to define what other theory would be protected by this legislation. Instead, let's put this in context: what's being protected here is an imagined right to teach things that are either bad science or not science at all. Whose opinions are being protected, then?

People who haven't been able to get papers published because they failed peer review. Teachers who have taught non-scientific, religious ideas as viable alternatives to the product of real inquiry. In fact, the only thing protected by this is crackpottery. This isn't about debates over the legitimacy of endosymbiosis theory or the frequency of transversions or the extent of epigenetic effects. We aren't talking about people who are attempting to apply their knowledge of skeletal physiology to the question of which extinct organisms were the progenitors of endothermy. What we're talking about, in fact, are those educators who want to assert a role for supernatural, untestable involvement against the force of knowledge gathered by the application of methodological naturalism.
"The answer is no," said John Stemberger, president of the Florida Family Policy Council. "This does not allow the permitting of alternate theories to be taught. It only allows the criticism and the presenting of relevant, objective scientific evidence which criticizes chemical or biological evolution."

That would seem to settle the question. Yet moments later, Casey Luskin, an attorney for the Seattle-based Discovery Institute said that even as he agreed with Stemberger, he personally considers intelligent design to be "scientific information."

All of which raises questions about what qualifies as "science" - and who, ultimately, decides.

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The actor, and former speechwriter for Presidents Richard Nixon and Gerald Ford, is preparing to release "Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed," his documentary about scientists and educators who have paid a price professionally for challenging natural selection and other premises of Darwinian evolution.

Some have been denied jobs or tenure; others cannot get their articles published, and many have been subject of ridicule, he said.

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Stein's ludicrous comments — mind you, they come from an actor and speechwriter from the Nixon administration, so Stein can't be said to be anything like an authority on any of this — betray a complete opposition to the peer review process. Why are scientific journals peer reviewed at all in Stein's estimation? Why don't they just publish everything submitted to them? The reason, of course, is that just because someone says something, no matter how fervently they might believe it, doesn't make it good science or science at all. In fact, material is refused publication in journals routinely because it's simply incorrect, flawed, or incomplete. A paper based on illegitimate hypotheses shouldn't be published. If Stein were to have his way, every crackpot idea that anyone could dream up would be put on the same footing as legitimate inquiry by finding an outlet in publication. It's impossible enough to keep up with all of the material that passes peer review; adding many times over that amount in sheer junk would swamp all attempts at scholarship. How useless would science education itself become if this were the state of things? But that's exactly what Stein, Luskin, and the authors of the Academic Freedom Bill would like to see. Make no mistake, this isn't just about evolutionary biology, but about science in general. In fact, it's about education in general; under the language of this bill, any belief could be taught in a classroom as if it were as well-founded as real inquiry. Children could get a Sally Kern version of history and sociology, for example, and I don't think it's coincidental that Kern is sponsoring legislation in Oklahoma that bears a good deal of resemblance to the legislation pending in Florida.

This effort by Stein, the Discovery Institute, the First Baptist Church, Hays, Storms and, yes, Sally Kern as well, has nothing to do science and everything to do with social engineering. This is the Wedge Strategy in action, nothing more and nothing less. Thankfully, not everyone is falling for it, not even all of those who attended the screening.
The ambiguity concerns Rep. Kevin Ambler, R-Lutz. "I don't want that rubric to become a subterfuge for teaching faith-based lessons, which really belong in Sunday School."

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"I wasn't aware of anybody being penalized for questioning evolution," said [House Minority Leader Dan] Gelber. "The Legislature needs to walk away from this debate. The State Board of Education has addressed it and that's the end of the debate. This is a solution in search of a problem."

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People in Florida who are concerned with the students of that state receiving a well-founded, useful education in the sciences — and more generally — would do well to listen to Barry Boerner, president of the Tallahassee Scientific Society, in his letter to the editor appearing in the Tallahassee Democrat.
...Reviewers who have seen this film, which is set for general release next month, conclude that it is a baseless, scurrilous attack on science. On the basis of these reviews and the film's lengthy trailer, we concur.

We feel that this event runs counter to the CLC's mission "to foster long-term interest in math, science and technology; create positive learning experiences; and motivate students to pursue careers in these fields."

When we asked the CLC to explain why such a film would be allowed , we were told that in renting its facilities, the center is bound by guidelines that discriminate only on the basis of whether a proposed activity is "pornographic, exceptionally violent or illegal."

We feel that such guidelines beg for review. Under these conditions, a nonpornographic, nonviolent showing of a movie "proving" the genetic inferiority of blacks, just for one egregious example, would be acceptable to the CLC...
I would go one step further. The directorate of the Challenger Learning Center has, by allowing this film to be shown in their facility, has utterly failed in its mission and should either do the honorable thing and resign or else be removed from their posts. In a private email from someone close to the center, I have been informed of the following:
As you can see they had previously consulted their lawyers about the private showing, who advised that they would have no legal basis for refusing the rental of their theater even though they did not like the material to be presented. Whereas the programs they themselves produce must follow certain guidelines, only blatantly offensive presentations are prohibited by private showings.
By any standard, attempts to link evolutionary biologists to the Holocaust qualify as "blatantly offensive" in much the same way that Boerner's example is "blatantly offensive." Regardless of what attorneys may have said, someone charged with fulfilling the CLC's mission should have stood up to this. Attorneys are not the arbiters of conscience and any lawsuit that resulted from Michelle Personnette and Norman Thagard demonstrating the possession of a spine in the face of this egregious attack on science would have been met with widespread support in fighting it. Can you imagine a world in which people like Martin Luther King, Jr. and Elizabeth Cady Stanton had been cowed into non-action by the threat of a lawsuit? "Oh, we can't march on Selma. The governor of Alabama might sue us." "Forget about women's suffrage; we might get sued." Cowardice will lose every time; at this unfortunate point in our cultural history, we need leaders to insure that America isn't plunged into a pre-scientific darkness. The directors of the CLC clearly aren't the right people for their jobs at this time and should be replaced with someone willing to do what needs to be done "to foster long-term interest in math, science and technology; create positive learning experiences; and motivate students to pursue careers in these fields."

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March 08, 2008

The Slaughter: Lovecraftian Horror Comedy for Horror Hounds

Poster from The SlaughterI watched Jay Lee's Lovecraftian horror-comedy The Slaughter last night and I've got to tell you, I loved it. Admittedly, it's a little slow to get started after a tremendous opening sequence (my compliments to Lee on his cinematography and editing on it), but once it does it's a funny, gory and campy hommage to both H.P. Lovecraft and classic horror cinema in general. I recommend it highly for those who enjoyed The Evil Dead, Re-Animator and Return of the Living Dead series.

Arguably, Lee might love those flicks a bit too much (if that's possible) in ways that show up in his film. We do get one sequence in which a zombie utters lines straight out of Return of the Living Dead ("I can smell your brains!") as well as one decapitated head shot in which I expected to hear "Take the screwdriver out of the head!" but didn't. It was close, though. The Necronomicon shows up in The Slaughter in almost exactly the form it appeared in in The Evil Dead, bound in human skin and having what looked almost like a face on its cover.

Adriana EsquivelStill, if it's not original stuff, it's good. We get a feminized version of Cthulhu (Cthulha, of course) played by the exotically beautiful Adriana Esquivel who starts off suitably hideous but winds up drop-dead gorgeous but no less menacing. Zak Kilberg plays irritating college anarchist Iggy with flawless comic timing that interlocks perfectly with Jessica Custodio's Dana in nearly every scene in which they appear together. In the best example of this, the two play a scene together in which they discuss what kind of zombies they're dealing with. Are they George Romero zombies or the new virus zombies? What's the difference? Can we just shoot them in the head? It's funny patter, but it's what any true horror fan would be wondering about in the same situation.

Worst shaving cut EVERThere's a high gore factor here with solid special effects, even if the ghostly hands rising up through the floor look a little cheesy once or twice. The make-up job on the zombies is convincing and Cthulha was done nearly perfectly — a couple of tentacles would have been nice, but we can't have everything and those teeth were plenty nasty on their own. For that matter, a Lovecraft-based flick without the presence of Jeffrey Combs doesn't seem quite right, somehow, but Brad Milne is still good in the role I think must have been written with Combs in mind. He even looks enough like Combs that the absence of the great Lovecraftian actor isn't a handicap for The Slaughter

Bigmouth strikes again!Despite it's misleadingly generic title, The Slaughter is great horror fun that has just about everything a horror hound could ask for. If you've not seen it yet, find it. This is top-notch stuff. Jay Lee has just wrapped shooting on his latest flick, Zombie Strippers, which just got released this week in Norway. It's getting a theatrical release in the US on April 18 and stars much of the cast that was in The Slaughter. I'm so there!

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February 16, 2008

Blog of the Disappointed Dead: New George Romero Film Not Playing in Worcester

George Romero latest film, Diary of the Dead, is playing. It sounds terrific. He's gone back to relatively low-budget, "guerilla" film-making, apparently. The review in the San Francisco Chronicle has some very good things to say about it, certainly. The little man in the chair is applauding for this one. I don't generally trust film critics when it comes to horror movies, but I find myself in agreement with Peter Hartlaub more often than most. Of course, I've been a huge fan of Romero's zombie flicks almost since birth. With the possible exception of the more-shaky-than-most Day of the Dead, every one of the Living Dead movies is a classic in my list of horror greats.

Now, here's a little bit of what Hartlaub has to say about Diary of the Dead:

Others try to imitate George A. Romero, but only the original master of zombie horror would think this one up: On the run from the latest zombie takeover, and in serious need of some firepower, the young film students at the center of "Diary of the Dead" find refuge on a farm ... belonging to an old bearded Amish dude. Want to guess how long it takes before his principles of nonviolence go out the window?

..."Diary of the Dead" begins with a handful of filmmaking students in the woods, shooting a bad mummy picture. They're crabby and cold and entirely too serious about their work. When the dead start walking the earth and their lives become a real monster movie, group leader Jason (Josh Close) follows the approach of any modern-day hack filmmaker - he tries to become a YouTube star by documenting the carnage...

...this is still a thinking man's exploitation film. Romero has something to say about media consumption in the 21st century, and the priority that some people will put into their second life - even while the first one is about to become an appetizer...

The birthday party zombie clown scene is a classic...

When there's no more room in hell, this film will contain profanity, gunplay, relentless gore, scythe-related violence and a homicidal face-eating clown.
What more could a horror-hound want out of a George Romero undead flick? Zombies eating the Amish, a revenant birthday clown and social commentary about internet-based instant celebrity? Ohmigod, where can I see this flick right now?!

Oh, look... it's not playing in Worcester! I'd have to go to Boston. Why isn't it playing in Worcester, dammit? This isn't fair. This is a tease. Where are the zombies in Worcester that aren't enrolled in my lab section (want to make instant zombies? Start talking about the biochemistry of photosynthesis to a bunch of freshmen.)?

I've worked hard all week. I spent four hours grading yesterday. I wrote a seven-page exam. I deserve undead, face-eating birthday clowns. Apparently, when there's no more room in Hell, the dead will stalk the cinema — but not in Central Massachusetts. Grrrr.

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February 14, 2008

Blood Car: Driving Costs an Arm and a Leg. And a Head. And a Torso.

Imagine a world in which the price of gas has gone through the roof and only the wealthy can afford to drive. Oh, yeah, that's the way things are already. OK, imagine a world where the price of gas has topped $30 a gallon and only Bill Gates and Warren Buffet can afford to drive. Now we're talking. Welcome to the world of Blood Car, two weeks into the future.

In this world lives a vegan kindergarten teacher named Archie Andrews. Archie was trying to invent an engine that would run on wheatgrass but accidentally discovers that it runs only on blood. Not just animal blood, either, as we learn after a few puppies get shot with a BB gun. No, only human blood will do. Throw into the mix a nasty, hookerish anti-heroine who sells meat at a meat stand (lemonade wasn't paying the bills, I guess) who is willing to do anything to ride in a car again. It's inevitable that the gentle schoolteacher will turn into a psychopath who throws strangers into his trunk in order to fuel his automobile from hell.

Denise, the Meat Girl, prepares to pay for her ride.But wouldn't the government want this blood-fuel technology? Of course! They don't want it just so that everyone can drive to church on Sunday after tossing a little old lady from Pasadena into their trunk, though. They want to build blood tanks and blood fighter planes. In order to get their hands on Archie and his marvelous hemoglobin Hummer, they're perfectly willing to toss one another onto the whirling blades that extract fuel for the Little Engine That Could Kill You. In one of the flick's funniest scenes, a government agent attempts to explain to Archie why it's his patriotic duty to turn over the Blood Car to the government. Imagine Dubya making a speech after downing a six-pack and a half pound of 'shrooms and you'll get some idea of the content of the agent's speech.

Blood Car is a whacked-out first effort video threat that works and works well most of the time. It's got a punk attitude and a sick sense of humor that shine through almost constantly. It's a first effort from director Alex Orr, so it can be forgiven for some of the amateurish acting — which, in this case, also works much of the time. There are a couple of glaring continuity errors; Archie opens an artery and sticks a plastic tube into his arm in one scene only to appear in the very next without a scratch on him. Still, there's enough to this movie otherwise that I was willing to overlook the shortcomings and just enjoy the thing.

There's a lot of blood in this movie. If you didn't expect that a movie called Blood Car was going to involve gallons of blood being liberally sprayed about in at least every other scene, I feel sorry for you. Blood Car. The car runs on blood. Get it yet? Excellent. There's an axe to the sternum in one scene and in another the trunk is left open as victim gets turned into Premium. There's also sex, most of which is comical but (warning to the squeamish here!) we do get one quick shot involving urine. If you're worried about going to hell because you've seen Blood Car, you probably shouldn't watch it. Then again, you've probably stopped reading by now, anyhow. Screw you. Who needs you?

Beneath all the blood and sight gags, Blood Car is also a commentary about America's love of its autos and the ridiculous lengths to which we'll go to be able to drive them. It takes consumer culture that one step further: there is the consumer and there is the consumed. You can be the driver or else you can be fuel for that which is driven. There is no price too great to keep our cars running, whether it's the invasion of some oil-producing nation after trumping up stories about weapons of mass destruction or tossing that third cousin you don't particularly care for into the "gas tank."

Some people will do anything for gasBlood Car winds up generating at least one potentially iconic image toward the end as a government agent holds a gun to the head of a kindergarten-aged girl as the way is paved for a technology transfer. The people who made this flick seem to have something to say about the oil-based economy and they do it with humor but they're not pulling any punches either.

For all of its flaws, Blood Car is worth a look. It's horror-comedy with a hook. You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll get a tune-up. Check it out.

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