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December 31, 2002

It’s the New Year.

It’s the New Year. It’s 2003. Brand new. Nothing has transpired to color it. It is time to accept the past and start anew.

Tomorrow I go to the desert. I will visit Red Rock Canyon in the Mojave, and spend the day by myself. Call it a cleansing, call it being alone to discover who I’ve become, get all existential for all I care — I just know I’m going to the desert on New Year’s Day.

And I do so with a lighter heart. Today I came to a decision, and learned that I did not so much weaken as learn to accept. To forgive may be too much, but to accept, and to live with that acceptance, perhaps that is enough. It has, at least, made me feel better about myself and allows me to enter the coming new year standing rather than on my knees.

That, I think, is enough.


December 29, 2002

Today, I weakened.

Today, I weakened.


December 27, 2002

Gangs of New York

Excellent movie. Leonardo Di Caprio and Cameron Diaz made me a little leery, but they did rather well. And Daniel Day-Lewis, well, now, he was incredible.

Having walked that area of New York back when I was in the east coast, you really don’t see much left of the setting for this movie. The Five Points was bulldozed away a hundred years ago, and all you get now is Chinatown. This movie made me interested in the history of New York, and of the immigrants from Ireland fleeing the Potato Famine coming to these shores and finding more of the same.

I’ll probably pick up the book by Herbert Asbury that Scorcese used as a source for this film, along with a more historical, academic book called Five Points by Tyler Anbinder. When a historical film makes you interested in that history, and you make an effort to discover more about that history, then it is successful beyond all reproach for me. I may nitpick on plot, technique, whatever, but if I pick up a book because of it, then it is a success.

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December 25, 2002

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.


December 19, 2002

The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

This movie’s going to make more money than Fellowship, if only because action-crazy teenagers are going to jack off on this film.

That aside, let me begin my commentary, one which, I’m sure, will for a first analyze a film much more than I usually do as I normally would rather express my likes and dislikes in a perfunctory manner and leave you to decide whether you still want to see it. But for Tolkien, I reserve the right to be verbose.

The Two Towers is magnificent. Check your dictionary for the exact definition and you will understand what I mean. Peter Jackson had to manipulate three ongoing storylines as they follow the broken Fellowship through their travails. This is no small feat, and it causes disruption in the film on occasion. However, the film remains magnificent. The epic battles, the majesty and magic of the creatures, this movie does much to elevate the grandeur of Tolkien’s story from its humble beginnings as a road story to the approaching war for the survival of Men.

Let us, then, to the plot.

Tolkien wrote The Two Towers with two distinctly separate parts: Frodo, Sam, and Gollum as one, Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli with a few asides for Pippin and Merry as the other. Logically, Jackson jumbles it all up as the Frodo storyline remains the character study and continuation of the Mission while Aragorn’s line is, in effect, the resurrection of Theoden King of the Riddermark and the subsequent defeat of Saruman. The Battle for Helm’s Deep was a glorious siege that lasted days and involved the development of a fast friendship between Gimli and Legolas, and the destruction of Isengard was not in the book, only mentioned in passing. What was in the book and omitted from the film were orcs getting consumed by a moving Fangorn forest… something I would have loved to see but, alas, was elminated and subsituted with an Ent attack on Isengard.

The Battle for Helm’s Deep is spectacular. A lot of people died, much more than I believe actually died in the book, including a company of Elves lead by Haldir of Lorien that never actually show up in the book. It becomes a grand epic battle, which, honestly, I enjoyed very much though the friendship of Legolas and Gimli was given short thrift. Their personal kill count sideplot was, thankfully, on the screen briefly… but what people do not realize is just how many orcs they ended up killing. Gimli gets separated and retreats with a band of Rohirrim and are considered gone for a night, during which Legolas laments. That sort of emotion in the midst of a grand epic battle would, I think, have worked quite well. But I’m fine with just a lot of people dying… just not as fine.

A major problem for me, however, was the character of Faramir. He was to be the antithesis of Boromir, his stronger brother. Where Boromir was a warrior, Faramir was a tactician. Where Boromir charged into battle, Faramir would find a way to win without suffering a single casualty. Faramir was the heart where Boromir was the arm. And Faramir was tempted by the Ring and he resisted it, and let Frodo go, while still at the falls. The whole scene at Osgiliath was, to me, very annoying and unnecessary. Faramir only sees the light after seeing evidence of the Ring’s corruption in Frodo… his character is lessened. I fear the love story between him and Eowyn. It’s one of the most touching romances in the book, where the two recover from their wounds in battle while Aragorn and Gandalf march to finish the war in Mordor. I hope it’s still in there and not substituted for a bolstered Aragorn and Arwen love story. Faramir is my favorite non-Fellowship character. I’d be really pissed if this happened.

And now a word on Gollum

Andy Serkis deserves credit. Gollum/Smeagol is exactly how he is supposed to be. A sniveling, shrieky, pathetic little creature who you cannot help but pity. Others watching the film with me complained about how he had so much screen time and how annoying he was. It just goes to show everyone felt the same way as Sam, and had no pity in their heart. The dual personality was beautifully done, and this stands as the biggest success of the film.

Hey, I’m all for big, epic battles. And Helm’s Deep was one mother of a battle. But the struggle within Gollum/Smeagol? That defined the struggle that is the soul of this book. I’m sure a lot of people would have preferred a Darth Vader-esque persona who was all evil and powerful till he is rescued in the end by compassion… but we are all not that powerful, and we are all tempted, and many of us fail. And that failure is our Gollum.

Besides, if you thought Helm’s Deep rocked, you really need to go read Return of the King and read up the Siege of Minas Tirith and the Battle of the Pelennor Fields. Helm’s Deep is but a tiny speck compared to that battle, and Jackson’s gonna have to do something ridiculously good to up the ante he set in The Two Towers.

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December 17, 2002

Argh.

There’s a woman in my building doing three loads of laundry — in the slowest way possible.

I go down there at 6:30pm and she’s got it tied up on both machines and a third batch ready to go. Okay, I figure by 8pm she’ll be done with the washing machine.

Nope.

Okay… 9pm. Nope.

10pm? Finally.

And just right now, at midnight, I get to put in my one damn load into the dryer.

People need to realize that when there is one washer and one dryer for a 12-unit apartment they need to be prompt and quick about doing laundry. It’s cold, it’s raining, and I’m pissed I have to be awake at one in the morning folding my goddamn boxers.

This has been a bad day.

I find out my camera was sent parcel post, I get soaked in the rain, and now I’ve got laundry till one in the morning while it’s cold and drizzling outside.

You have no idea how pissed off I feel right now.


December 16, 2002

Star Trek: Nemesis

Dull. Boring. Pointless and poorly executed action scenes mixed amidst a lot of winking at nerds who know too much. Ohohoho, that was an inside joke about that, ohohoho!

The only part that felt like a movie was a scene on a yellow planet with a dune buggy battle… only it didn’t feel like Star Trek and it was rather pointless, plotwise.

So much for the Prime Directive, too.

I’m not even gonna bother talking about it anymore.

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December 16, 2002

Drumline

Half time is game time.

A surprisingly good film. I walked in expecting it to be decent, I walked out liking it a lot. The plot’s been done a thousands times, but here it’s kept streamlined with a set of characters that aren’t as cookie-cutted as you first expect.. except the villans. You have a basic coming-of-age story about a young man learning responsibility and teamwork, but all done on the battlefield of halftime band battles that make you think, “”Now why the hell wasn’t my school’s band like that?”"

And the final battle? Ridiculously good.

As a bonus, Han and I saw it when it premiered in Westwood, with what looked like the drumline from UCLA’s marching band. As we exited, I wanted to yell back, “”Now why isn’t UCLA’s band like that? They suck!”"

Hehehe.

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December 16, 2002

The woman who sold me her digital camera sent it.

The woman who sold me her digital camera sent it… via parcel post.

PARCEL POST.

It costs just as much to send it priority mail for god’s sake. But now? Now I have to wait TWO GODDAMN WEEKS before my camera shows up.

Faaaaack!


December 16, 2002

So I’m still awake at three in the morning.

So I’m still awake at three in the morning.

This is what happens when you come home from Chula Vista at 3:30AM and wake up with most of Sunday gone because of it. That and, unfortunately, the trials and tribulations of a SmartMedia card gone bad.

I just got a high-speed USB reader/writer that has multiple slots with SmartMedia and CompactFlash drives on it, among others. This is, again, in advance of my upcoming Olympus C-2500L digital SLR (which better be at my desk in the morning). But when I got up today at one in the afternoon I went ahead and downloaded all of last night’s pictures with nary a problem… then I put the card back in my Brio and boom, CARD ERROR.

Faaack!

Okay, so I can read it in the multi-slot reader… how about I format it then. Okay, done… CARD ERROR. Faaaaack!

I tried using my old SmartMedia USB reader.. “insert media in drive G:”" But I did, dammit!

So the SmartMedia card is only alive in my new multi-slot USB reader… this makes no sense. More than likely there’s some firmware in the newer one that is able to access the card even in its corrupted state. I’m pretty sure the card had problems as I’d gone almost an entire year before realizing I was only utilizing less than half, about 28MB, of the purported 64MB space. I fixed that with a format and at Chula Vista for the very first time went into that unused portion. Apparently, there were problems, and they just manifested when I accessed those files outside the camera.

What I needed was a low level format program that reprograms the card back into it’s happy Olympus brand self. I had the answer hours ago, but couldn’t get to it because the install package it was stored inside would not install on XP. It took hours of reading on the web before I finally hit upon the rather simple idea of installing it onto my laptop, which runs Windows 98. Why it took till one in the morning to figure this out I will never know.

Great! I can access the card in both readers now… and the camera? Great! Okay, just to make sure, let’s reformat it in the camera.

Going, going, CARD ERROR. Faaaaack!

What the blazes is going on!?! It’s two in the damn morning, dammit!

More research reveals Olympus cameras only do a logical format. Argh! Okay, time to hack the program I had now transfered over to my main machine and make it format SmartMedia cards as Olympus brand.

After a couple of hours in a hex editor editing the program to format the card as an Olympus brand media, I crossed my fingers and slipped it into the camera.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Thank you, god bless, good night.

3:30 AM…. Faaaaaack!


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