Fingerprints

Interesting article in last week's New Yorker about the heated legal debate about the validity of fingerprinting as a science, one admissible as expert testimony in a court of law.
Some say yes, fingerprinting is a science. It has long been regarded as thus, both in courts of law and by the public at large, no doubt from seeing a few too many suits dusting for prints in movie crime scenes.
In the case of Daubert v. Merrell Dow Pharmaceuticals from 1993, the Supreme Court established the legal precedent that Federal Rules of Evidence, should provide the standard for admitting expert scientific testimony. Specifically, some of the questions which had to be answered to determine if an the evidence of some field of study should be admitted:
Can the theory or technique be (and has it been) tested?
Has it been subjected to peer review and publication?
Is there a high known or potential rate of error?
Are there standards controlling the technique

When bureaucracy kills

Democrats are jumping all over the current administration for failing to take action on evidence that foretold Sept. 11. But it's unlikely that blame will be so easily assigned, nor is it going to be so easy to solve. We joke about the bureaucratic nature of government, but in this case it was deadly. These terrorist attacks have revealed some fundamental fissures in our democratic organizational structures--(another reason it's too early to declare democracy the end point of civilization).
Seymour Hersh writes a solid account in this week's New Yorker of how the government had various pieces of information which, if raised at the right levels and combined with other pieces of information, might have formed a cohesive, shrill warning that fatal attacks were imminent. But turf battles, lack of inter-organizational communication, and complacency killed the story.
When I encounter bureaucracy in a corporate environment, the cost is projects not delivered on time, competitive strikes not countered, and ultimately lost profits. In the government, the stakes are so high it's frightening. Irving Janis introduced groupthink as a fundamental cause for poor decision-making in the Bay of Pigs, the tragic Challenger Shuttle launch in 1986, the attack on Pearl Harbor in 1941.
Thirteen Days chronicled one of the most commonly hailed instances of a government avoiding groupthink to avert an international crisis: the Cuban Missile Crisis.
Some reporter will probably come out with a book which seeks to chronicle all the reasons why the government missed Sept. 11. Let's hope the government figures it out before the book is published.

SIFF

Tonight I was going nuts because I couldn't find the battery pack for my minidisc player (and thus couldn't listen to the Steve Reich MDs that Ken sent my way). Also, I couldn't find all the SIFF tickets I bought. After waiting in an interminable line for those damn tickets, I would have thrown a fit if they disappeared.
The night went from distressing to triumphant when the battery pack turned up under my mattress and the SIFF tickets showed up in the trunk of my car, both places which just came to me after I sat down and calmed myself down. It reminds me of the Far Side panel in which a deer stands with his back to a tree while a hunter searches in the background with a rifle in hand. The caption reveals the thoughts of the deer, and it read something like, "Don't panic. Why is this guy after you? C'mon, think, think!"
It also reminds me of those studies that show if you screw up a customer order or experience but rectify it with impeccable customer service, you often end up with a more loyal customer than you would have if their experience had gone off without a glitch from the start. I'm going to start misplacing cash and random items in places I know I'll stumble across accidentally in the future so that my days are filled with pleasant surprises, like the beneficiaries of Amelie of Montmartre's furtive good deeds.
A list of films I'm seeing at the Seattle International Film Festival this year, for those of you who asked:
Title Date Theater
Tadpole (2) 6/4 Egyptian
Agitator (2) 6/9 Pacific Place
The Fast Runner (2) 6/10 Cinerama
The Piano Teacher (2) 6/10 Cinerama
Hi, Dharma (2) 6/12 Cinerama
Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance 6/14 Cinerama
The Rule of the Game 6/15 Harvard Exit
And the Secret Festival, which is for undisclosed films.
For you Seattle readers who decide to attend one of the films, drop me a line and I'll save a spot in line for you. I really hadn't heard of many of the films this year, so I have no idea if any of these are any good, but I used contextual clues as much as possible. Directors I've heard of, films that won awards at other film fests like Sundance or Cannes, clues like that. I was hoping Spirited Away would be one of the films, but I guess we'll have to wait for Disney to release it.

Hot

There's a moment in Unzipped, near the end, during the fashion show. A swarm of attendants are getting Linda Evangelista into an outfit before she has to hit the runway. The camera is right in her face, shooting her profile from her left. Just before she heads out, she turns and faces the camera for about three seconds, staring straight into the lens with a look of pure...it's a look that says everything about why she's on that side of the camera and you're on the other.
After seeing that movie the first time (it's a documentary about fashion designer Isaac Mizrahi), I decided that everyone needs a few supermodels and flamboyant fashion designers as friends. I still believe that, despite not knowing any.

From Underoos to thongs

Humorous flap over new thong underwear for 10 year olds, from Abercrombie and Fitch. Most humorous is the quote from company spokesperson Hampton Carney, stating that styles like the graphic thong are targeted at the same market once targeted for Underoos. Or the statement that the smallest size is merely a medium, as if that means anything for a thong.

Visitors

Sharon and Alan may come visit me in June. No one ever visits me in Seattle, so that would qualify as a big deal. Of course, my life B.S. (before Seattle) and my life P.A.J.O. (post Amazon job offer) have always been two discrete and separate worlds, and that has had its advantages. If those universes should collide, to borrow a line from Seinfeld, both groups of friends and associates might discover the truth, which is that I'm pretty much the same guy then that I was now. Just a bit more battle-scarred.

Hot news clip from IMDb:

Hot news clip from IMDb:
Aussie star Nicole Kidman's alleged romance with Spider-Man star Tobey Maguire is a sham - she's really dating Ben Affleck. Ben, 29, fell for Nicole, 34, during dates last Christmas, and despite hectic working schedules the pair have been keeping in touch by phone and email. The pair shared an intimate dinner in Beverly Hills two weeks ago. A confidante of Ben's quoted in London newspaper Sunday People says, "He's head-over-heels in love with Nicole. He's always been popular with the ladies, but at the moment Nicole is his only interest. They've been filming all over the world but any chance of a meeting and they're there. It's all a bit cloak and dagger as they didn't want the press to find out. The Tobey thing was a smoke screen."

Season finale week

It's the annual TV season finale week. These are the times I wish I had a dual tuner for my satellite.
24, Smallville, The West Wing, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer all conclude this week. The one blessing this long winter season has been a surplus of good television, from the series listed above to miniseries like Band of Brothers.
The X-files television series aired its last ever episode tonight. I hadn't really watched that many episodes this year, but I watched tonight out of loyalty. As expected for a show that plans to branch out into movies a la Star Trek, it didn't wrap up everything in a satisfying way. It was a tough season for the show, but I did find the explanation for why the Anasazi and the American Indians fled to the Southwest of America and relinquished their land to be clever. Basically, the material in that area of the country (magnetite?) was kryptonite to the alien super soldiers. American Indians discovered that and fled to that area to avoid being wiped out by past alien invaders.
I started watching the X-files in season three, and through the X-files newsgroup I found someone who was willing to copy videotapes of every episode from seasons one and two for me in exchange for $50 and a series of blank videotapes. I watched all fifty episodes of those seasons in a matter of two weeks. With the advent of DVD, I must say that one of the most satisfying of all entertainment events is watching an entire season of a great TV show over the course of a week or two. The duration of such a length of episodic entertainment makes it wholly unique.
I can't wait until they put the rest of Seasons One and Two of The West Wing out on DVD.
Adieu to the X-files. It was time for it to go gracefully into the good night. The website Jump the Shark is dedicated to identifying those moments or episodes when a television show hits its peak. After that point, it's all downhill. The name comes from an episode of Happy Days when Fonzie waterskis and jumps over a shark. For the X-files, that moment, for me, was sometime before Duchovny left the show for good. The whole plot with the cigarette smoking man had been resolved, the story about Mulder's sister had been closed out, and the mythology tried to change course and extend its run for a while longer. Duchovny's departure sealed the coffin. Okay, that's not really a moment, but I'm tired, I can't fall asleep, and my foot is cramping.
Perhaps M. Night Shyamalan's Signs will provide me with my summer's worth of paranormal mystery.

Unfaithful

Went with Audrey to see Unfaithful today and mentally catalogued the standard visual vocabulary of suburban housewife infidelity used by director Adrian Lyne, who has covered variants of this theme in his previous films Fatal Attraction and Indecent Proposal.
The opening shot immediately employs the standard establishing images for suburban bliss: a shot of a beautiful home with a large yard, children's toys in the backyard (a bike which ominously topples in the rain), the family dog (standard prop), and the mother at work preparing breakfast. Later in the film there are other such tropes of domestic suburban life: crayon drawings by the child, tacked onto kitchen walls. As Ebert points out, "all movies involving suburban families are required to contain, a scene where the parents sit proudly in the audience while their child performs bravely in a school play." That scene occurs here.
The suburbs are where family resides. New York City, where Diane Lane's Constance Sumner has her affair, is the urban jungle where family has no place (think Jodie Foster in Panic Room for another example of family under urban assault). When a common household item makes its way from one setting to the other, Lyne makes it clear that those world's aren't supposed to mix (I won't reveal what the item is in case any of you go see the film).
Her loving, faithful family man of a husband wears sweater vests, or long-sleeve sweaters in shades of blue that only your grandfather would wear. He has a conservative haircut, is always wearing his respectable half-rimmed glasses, goes to a job which requires a tie.
Her stud of a boyfriend wears the types of sweater that male models wear, those with fancy knit patterns, and he doesn't put anything nothing on underneath. That way he can reach over his back and pull the sweater up over his head (I learned long ago that that is the way women like to see guys remove shirts and sweaters and other such tops) at a moment's notice before their next romp in the sack, or public place, as it may be. He has the type of long hair which Prada models sport, the eternal 2 day shadow, and a tattoo on his shoulder. Somehow he affords his apartment in Soho, despite evidence that he mainly deals in out of print books. Of course, he does happen to con some poor sucker out of a first print of White Fang in its original dustjacket for $1.50. He claims it's worth $4000. I guess that would cover rent in New York for about two months.
Anyway, the point is that Lyne is not exactly the most subtle filmmaker. Unfortunately, American film in general has always dealt with infidelity in one of two ways. Either the affair is justified because it's the result of true love (and the actual spouse is cruel or evil or uninspiring) or the affair causes vicious repercussions for the spouse who initiates it and everyone around him or her.
I thought of this today in particular because I caught the rerun of last week's episode of 24 and my worst suspicious were confirmed. Don't read ahead if you haven't seen the episode yet...
So it turns out Nina is the traitor. I had a feeling early in the season that she'd die, but then, last week, after the commercial mentioned that next week we'd find out who the traitor was, I knew it was Nina. That's because she had an affair with Jack. In American drama, the woman who has an affair with the otherwise loving husband always either dies or turns out to be evil. I've enjoyed 24, but it isn't without its flaws. This is one of them, that they'd fall back on this standard plot cliche. What's worse, having Nina as the double agent probably means some of the earlier episodes don't make much sense.
Of course, the series has taken lots of twists and turns. Let's hope she's pretending and isn't actually the traitor. I suspect, however, that she is. And if she dies, I guess another home-wrecker gets her just due.

Riding through the rain

Last week, work destroyed me. I was basically catatonic Friday night. I couldn't really think of anything to say to anyone I ran into after work. I was exhausted and my brain had shut down. At some point during the night I was out on Lake Union and a whole series of ships had burst into flames. Fire engines went cruising on by, and all the while it all went in my eyes and never got processed.
I barely had any sleep all last week, so I thought I'd sleep the deep sleep of the just on Friday night, but I awoke early on Saturday as usual. It's the one day of the week I desperately want to sleep in and can't. The weather was gray and drizzly, and while I had committed to Tim that I'd ride a long ride with him, secretly I was hoping for a rainout. I was awake but my body was asleep.
So when he called and said it was raining where he was and asked me whether or not I still wanted to ride, I of course logically said yes. My longest ride all season was about 60 miles, so of course we decided to do a 100, consistent with the doctrine of gradual increases in mileage.
The first half of the ride we got drenched. It's my fifth winter in Seattle, and I've realized it's not the severity of the weather in Seattle (it's one of the mildest climes I've lived in) but the duration of the gray season which slowly wears out all but the sunniest of personalities. We were cold, wet, and covered in mud from the road. Even worse, because of the backspray from out back tires, neither one of us could draft off of each other so we had to expend a ton of energy.
We had to stop for food and warmth at a Subway in Enumclaw. The second half of the ride, the sun poked out on occasion. By then my legs were shot and it took an eternity to make it home.
Eight hours on the road, 104 miles, a pair of sore legs.
So Sunday morning I woke up early again and thought it was strange that I had only needed seven hours of sleep. I picked up Lucky Jim, read about five pages, and passed out with the nightstand light on for two hours and dreamt about work. I dreamt I was in a huge and unproductive meeting with a whole bunch of my co-workers, and at the peak of my frustration I woke up.
I leave for my sister's wedding Wednesday, and I can't wait.

The twenty seven thousandth review

Nearly every person with a weblog will mention Attack of the Clones at least once in their weblog this month. Count me in. Perhaps someday we'll look back and wonder what all the fuss was about, but the fact was that my Thursday started at 5 in the morning as I woke up and left to wait in line to hold a spot for my team from work at Cinerama for an 8am showing, and my Thursday ended as I sat in Cinerama yet again, about halfway through the 10:45pm showing.
If you haven't seen the film and don't want to read any spoilers, then this entry ends here for you.
Attack of the Clones reveals what we've all perhaps known for some time, which is that George Lucas is skilled at pointing the way for new technology in cinema and fundamentally a poor storyteller. All the dramatic highlights of Episodes I and II result from the audience's knowledge of Episodes IV through VI and not from anything on the screen itself. Which is okay for George Lucas: he did have a lot to do with those three films and he deserves whatever is coming to him.
The fundamental flaws in Episode II include an overly complex storyline, terrible acting (especially in the unconvincing central love story), and the disappearance of the sense of humor which was present in Episodes IV through VI which let the audience know that they were supposed to be having fun.
Lucas has never been a great director of actors. Unlike someone like Tarantino, who seems to always get the best out of his actors, Lucas shows no interest in the potential of acting as a discipline. His actors are props in the digital universe he is much more preoccupied with.
Natalie Portman and Hayden Christensen are better actors than this as evidenced by their other film work. Their love story is unwatchable. The only reason they hook up is that they have to or Luke and Leia will never be born and the later films will never occur. At least, that's the only reason I could spot. They have no chemistry together on screen, reading their lines as if they were in a David Mamet film, except with bad dialogue.
Some samples:
"I hate sand. It's coarse, and rough, and gets everywhere. Unlike you. You're soft, and smooth," says Anakin, as he runs his finger lightly up the bared back of Senator Amidala.
"Tell me you're suffering as much as I am," begs Anakin of Amidala, and someone in the audience shouted "We are!"
When Amidala says to Anakin, "I truly....deeply....love you" before they are sent in to the arena to be eaten by strange monsters, Anakin does a double take. "You love me?" he asks. I had to admit, I understood his surprise. Nothing in her acting would have convinced me she cared one bit about him. What's worse, it evokes wistful memories of that fantastic moment in Empire Strikes Back when Leia says to Han Solo, just before he is submerged in they cryogenic freezing chamber, "I love you."
Han Solo replies, "I know." It's a wonderful scene because everyone in the audience knows it as well.
Some critics theorize that the bad acting is a result of having to shoot most scenes in front of blue or green screens. Perhaps there is some merit to that theory, but it can't be the sole reason. Actors are constantly shooting scenes in obviously phony settings. That's why they call it acting. Ironically, or not, considering Lucas' interests, the best performance is given by Yoda, a completely digital actor.
Yes, there was bad acting in the other four Star Wars films, but Episode II plumbs new depths.
What's worse is that the first two storylines (The Phantom Menace and Attack of the Clones) are needlessly complex and drag along painfully until those scenes in which someone draws a lightsaber and starts kicking some ass. In that way these episodes are not unlike some of the poor martial arts films coming out of Asia, those which should be seen on DVD so that the viewer can simply jump to the fight scenes.
Episode II's plot intends to draw its suspense from a mysterious separatist movement and suspected treason amidst the Senate. Political stories can be fascinating, but only when the central conflict is clear enough so that the political machinations around the edges stand out. We're supposed to believe that Senator Palpatine, who is Darth Sidious, asked Count Dooku (or Tyrannus)10 years prior to order the creation of a clone army which would later gets approved for use by the Senate after Dooku leads a Separatist revolt with the aid of the Trade Federation (those strange bug-eyed creatures with the ethnic accents) and after Chancellor Palpatine gets voted emergency powers by the Senate after Jar Jar Binks gives what I guess is intended to be a rousing speech to the Senate. This clone army is built from the DNA of a bounty hunter named Jango Fett--it's never explained why he was chosen.
Odd that neither side has an army. What happens to the military in whatever day and age these films are supposed to take place in? Why do have to build robot or clone armies? There are probably answers to these and other questions, but they're the type of questions no one had to ask in the original trilogy. No young kid will have any idea what the storyline of this film is. It took me two viewings just to get all the details straight in my head. Clarity of plot is a good thing, and it can be had in plots both simple and complex.
The storyline of the original trilogy was clear. There were the good guys, the rebels, and they were being chased all over the galaxy by the bad guys, represented by Vader, stormtroopers, and vaguely Nazi-esque generals. Luke was trying to become a Jedi Knight with the help of Obi-Wan and Yoda. The bad guys keep trying to build Death Stars. Han Solo joins the rebels and wins the heart of Leia in a Gable-esque manner.
It's not even entirely clear who is on the side of right in Episodes I and II. Some argue that it appears that the Empire is actually in the right, and it's not a stretch to accept that argument.
Having said that, Episode II reveals glimpses of potential that the remaining film to be shot could be, if not a great film, at least the type of grand entertainment which we hope for from our best summer blockbusters. It is clearly superior to A Phantom Menace.
Unlike those in A Phantom Menace, the digital landscapes and cities in Attack of the Clones are beautiful and realistic. When I say realistic, I don't mean that they are photo-realistic. It is a particular brand of digital realism which is something entirely new and intriguing. It's still clear at times that actors are standing against green screens--you can see the unnatural delineation between the outline of the actors and the surrounding environment. But the buildings and ships and rooms themselves are beautiful and articulated, unlike those in A Phantom Menace which looked like watercolors. The long money shots that establish each setting--the gliding pan over the turbulent seas of Kamino, the city spires poking through the clouds of Coruscant in the movie's opening shots, the plunging urban chasms of Coruscant at night during the speeder chase, the enormous cathedral which Windu, Yoda and Obi-Wan stroll through, the wide open landscapes and waterfalls of Naboo--these are places I'd like to visit.
This may be a result of the digital projection system, in which case I understand why Lucas would wish that his film be shown digitally throughout the world. I have yet to see Episode II on film, and I'm not sure I wish to. Unfortunately, most films are still shot primarily on film (the special 24p HD digital camcorders with Panavision lenses designed by Sony for Lucas cost $100K each, and digital projection systems for theaters cost at least that much, so the economic equation doesn't work in favor of mass adoption) and for those movies digital projection may not offer nearly the same step up in sharpness.
John Williams devises a memorable new central theme for his score, something lacking in the score for Episode I. The soundtrack itself gives the viewers all sorts of musical cues rooted in the themes for Episode IV through VI. When Anakin loses his temper, we hear strains of Vader's imperial march.
Yoda's lightsaber scene with Dooku is the type of campy yet momentous scene which gave the original trilogy the feel of grand space opera. When Yoda pulls aside his robe and his lightsaber leaps into his right hand, the crowd cheers, giddy with anticipation to see something they haven't seen before in the trilogy. Sure, it's borderline ridiculous to see Yoda doing somersaults like the Chinese monkey king, but anyone who feels that way probably shouldn't be forking over cash to watch any of the Star Wars movies.
Episode II made an estimated $86.2 million this Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, and $116.3 million since opening day. A common lament among critics when reviewing films like Episode II is that no matter what they write, the film will do good box office. Any such critic clearly doesn't take their job seriously enough.
Anyway, that's my $10. Oh wait, I saw it twice. That's my $20. Oh wait, I had to pay service charges. That's my $21.
P.S.: For those who may go see the film in the future and want to go on a visual easter egg hunt, here are some to look for courtesy of Zentertainment...

  • When Anakin and Padm

Digital clones

I'm excited to be able to see Attack of the Clones digitally projected at Cinerama opening day (tomorrow I guess!). This will be my first experience with digital projection, which George Lucas has been pushing for hard. There are two popular digital projection systems: Boeing and Texas Instruments. Cinerama will use the Boeing system. The number of theaters digitally projecting Episode II in the United States is low--something like twenty or so.
Roger Ebert, long a fan of film over digital projection, admits that based on his firsthand experience, the digital projection of Clones looks superior. He theorizes it's because Clones was shot digitally so it didn't need to be translated to film in the digital projection system (the same reason audiophiles hate to see
signals translated from analog to digital or vice versa--something is always lost in the translation, as everyone knows).

Trailers

E-mail I received:
"The first teaser to the MATRIX: RELOADED and THE MATRIX: REVOLUTIONS is set to be released on Wednesday May 15th, with its world premier on Entertainment Tonight. To see it in theaters, it will be attached to a certain film due out this week. If you miss it, don't worry, you can view it here, at www.TheMatrix.com, directly after its final airing on Entertainment Tonight. That's roughly 9pm PST, May 15th.
For this online release, we've decided to go digital... this is THE MATRIX, after all. We compressed this first teaser directly from the 2K digital source files, over 20 gigabytes of data. Why'd we bother? No scan lines, capable of far higher resolutions, zero transfer loss. More shortly."
Also, teaser for the new Bond flick, Die Another Day.
Unfortunately it's in Windows Media or Realvideo format so it's blurry.
(Update: now in beautiful, glorious Quicktime)
The trailer for Gangs of New York, the long delayed film by Martin Scorsese, features Leonardo Dicaprio trying his best to feign an Irish accent, and the return of Daniel Day Lewis from his stint as a cobbler in Europe.
A trailer, sort of, for Full Frontal, Soderbergh's new film which I'm dying to see because he shot it using equipment I might be able to access to make my own film. Though it still leaves the issue of how I'd secure Julia Roberts' time.
Trailer for Irreversible, a French film. The trailer works, really, because it's set to Beethoven.
High res Quicktime trailer for Walt Disney's animated adaptation of Robert Louis Stevenson's Treasure Planet. Looks to have better animation than Atlantis: The Lost Empire did.

A New Kind of Science


Stephen Wolfram's long-awaited book A New Kind of Science comes out tomorrow. More a tome than a book at 1192 pages, and 10 years in the making, it promises to lay out Wolfram's ideas on numerous topics in science, from complexity and cellular automata to the possibility of an algorithmic theory of physics, from free will versus determinism to the nature of
intelligence in the universe.
At my last check, it was the top selling book at Amazon.com. That's amazing. I wonder how long that will last. Either every science geek around is purchasing it from Amazon.com right now, or we have the next hit science text since Stephen Hawking's A Brief History of Time.
I would buy it just to read about his thoughts on complexity, a topic which I can't get enough of these days. Wolfram is a fascinating guy. Brilliant, arrogant, unrepentant. Invented Mathematica, then took all the riches that accrued to the
company which he had formed to publish the software and went off for years and years to write this book.
There's an interesting discussion of Wolfram and his new book in this month's Wired magazine (incidentally, it's the debut of the new Wired magazine layout and format and I dislike it). In it, Wolfram theorizes, taking complexity and emergence to its extreme, that the secret of the universe is a single rule, a simple algorithm, which underlies all the rules of physics and the universe. Furthermore, he claims the rule will be so simple that if we translated it into software code, for example in his software program Mathematica, it would be perhaps three or four lines of code (to give you a sense of the order of magnitude he's thinking of).
It reminds me of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, where they ask that machine what the answer to the universe is and the machine spits out a printout that reads:
42
Anyhow, this is the first "long awaited and discussed" book I'm aware of since The Corrections. It belongs on your bookshelf.