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Nice Tits
(found via Slashdot, of all places)
You’ve got to hand it to them. Their choice of internet domain is positively inspired. Without further ado, allow me to present…
Nice Tits
So, Daredevil. Yeah. The Man Without Fear. Mari, Doug and I saw it this afternoon. It was good for a few laughs, most of which were probably not intended by the film’s creators.
Is it a bad movie? Well… not entirely. Clearly a number of people worked very hard to make this as good-looking a movie as they could. There are three major problems that sabotaged months of hard work.
One. The script. It’s bloody damned awful. When it’s not trite, it’s overwrought. When it’s not trying too hard for a laugh, it’s earning the kind of laughs you get when the audience is trying to shrug off severe psychic trauma. Oh yeah, and it so shamelessly rips off from Spider-man that it’s painful. (The stupid-as-all-hell “backflips to dodge thrown projectiles” sequence was done better in Spider-man and I didn’t like it there, either. Puh-leeze.)
Two. Jennifer Garner. I’m probably going to earn a lifetime of flames from Alias fanboys for this, but as near as I can tell she can’t act. If she can, great. It’s entirely possible that the script simply gave her nothing to work with. Then again, if Colin Farrell could work with the miserably written role of Bullseye, Ms. Garner should have made a similar effort. There are a few moments when she actually looks like a living, breathing human being, but for the most part her face is a blank mask. (Yes, I was looking at her face. I don’t distract quite that easily, thank you.)
Three. Ben Affleck, but not for the reason you might think. Oddly enough, I did believe him in the role. His mannerisms, facial expressions, all of that physical acting stuff worked. What failed were the words coming out of his mouth. The script, again, is mostly to blame for this. The writers put the stupidest words on his tongue, and poor Mr. Affleck had to spit them out. As Matt Murdock, he was glib and easygoing and quite convincing. As the costumed vigilante, he had to mouth absurd garbage. What’s worse is that he doesn’t sound like a superhero, instead coming off as a suburban yuppie trying to cop an attitude.
And you thought Tobey McGuire had problems sounding like a superhero. Oi vey.
There are lesser problems with the film, including a string of connected absurdities (“Gee, he fights really well for a guy with a nasty stab wound.”) and the trademark leaping-from-a-building scenes (“That’s the longest standing leap I’ve EVER seen!”). Oh, did I mention the “homages” to certain anime? Watch for the “Kaneda Jumps Onto The Bike And Kicks The Rider” scene and the “Spike Falls From The Broken Stained-Glass Window” scene. I’m not saying those scenes are bad or wrong, but it certainly distracted this little grey anime fan.
Let’s not forget the handful of cameos and in-jokes placed solely for the benefit of comic book geeks. I probably didn’t get half of them, really, but I got enough of them to notice the effort. (Check out the name of the fighter Matt’s dad is in the ring with.) Like the anime homages, they were just a bit distracting. In a better movie they might have been more enjoyable, while here they’re simply a reason to perk up and pay attention for a few moments.
What, if anything, saves this film? As I said in the beginning, a number of very talented people worked very hard to make this film good. Set designs are quite good, as are almost all of the outdoor locations. You never have a problem with the authenticity of a given location. The “DD-vision” technique is inspired and effective. Michael Clarke Duncan, for all that he’s given very little to do, makes just as good of a Kingpin as I expected. Colin Farrell, for all that he’s given the same crappy copy of the script everyone else got, wrings an enjoyably intense performance out of the material.
Yes, I do believe that’s it. The bad guys, the production values, and a scant handful of clever bits. I can only hope that the rest of the year’s genre fare is better than this. You’d think, perhaps, that it’s inevitable, but that trailer for League Of Extraordinary Gentlemen didn’t exactly leave me begging for more…
There I am, settling in for a quiet Saturday of housekeeping, websurfing and bookreading. And the phone rings.
The main Enco server is down. This is bad news ordinarily, but it becomes exceptionally bad when you remember that the standby server went down a week ago and you haven’t yet received the replacement hard drive you need. Uh oh.
So I hop in the shower, hurry to the office, and discover that one of the drives in the external chassis has gone south. Oh no. I grab the spare (yes, we do keep a spare for the main server, just not the standby), put it into an enclosure and swap it into place, all the while expecting a long overnight as I babysit the restoration of files to the new Netware volume I’m doomed to have to create.
And the new drive exhibits exactly the same problem as the old. Aw, hell…
(changing verb tenses, just a moment please.)
It took Gary and I about three hours to get everything running again. How could we possibly have rebuilt a RAID 0 array and restored the data in such short time? Piece of cake. Turns out the drive itself didn’t die, just the receive bay in the hot-swap drive chassis.
And the boxed spare also turned out to be flakey. We tried every combination of enclosure, receive bay and LVD add-on board we had… except one. In a flash of desperate inspiration I decided to look up on one of the shelves in the engineering shop. Under a pair of old hard drives and other assorted detritus I found one more receive bay. We attached an LVD add-on board and set the SCSI drive ID to match the old bay so the RAID controller would hopefully recognize the original drive and spare us the need to create a new array. Lo and behold, it worked!
Yay, we got our array back. The main Enco server is once again alive and kicking. We made a list of spare parts we need to order, since it’s just a matter of time before that slot fails again. (Turns out that we’ve lost two receive bay units in the same chassis position since putting the Enco system into service. This does not instill us with confidence.) I then turned my attention to the standby server for which we’d received the replacement drive yesterday, naturally on the day I couldn’t make it to the office.
There’s a standard principle followed by almost every RAID-controller manufacturer in the business: All drives in an array will be treated as if they were the same size as the smallest drive in the array. It’s difficult to replace a single dead drive with an exact duplicate, especially two years down the road, so RAID controllers (usually) allow you to use a replacement drive slightly larger than the original. Yet, for some asinine reason, the folks at 3Ware decided that all drives on one of their IDE RAID controllers must always be exactly the same to be included in a single array.
Of course, the replacement drive we purchased, while the same manufacturer (IBM) and basic type (IDE, 7200 RPM), was just a wee bit larger than the others, and therefore different enough that the 3Ware controller refused to include it in the new array. And so, we cannot bring The Beast back online until we either find another DTLA-307075 or buy six or seven identical replacement drives for the new array.
I suppose you can’t win ’em all.
Five questions about blogging? On Valentine’s Day? Feh. If I were you, I’d do Mari’s version out of sheer protest.
“So why aren’t you doing Mari’s rendition?” – Because I could get into unspeakable amounts of trouble if I did. Just trust me on this one. This probably doesn’t say anything nice about my life or relationships, but there you go.
“So where’s the much-ballyhoo’d PPF?” – I’m really sorry to have dropped the ball. The last seven days have been sheer bloody murder. I’ll have a chance to work on it this weekend, though, okay? Next Friday. Really.
Now get out there and enjoy your V-Day/Prez-Day weekend. I know I will…
And you all wondered why I put in a gallery.
That’s the Canon PowerShot S200 “Digital ELPH,” my new toy. Set me back $300, but thanks to a surprise bonus from the company that wasn’t a problem. Next month I’ll be picking up the spare battery pack and some CompactFlash memory. (I have a pair of 8-megabyte squares right now, which isn’t nearly enough.)
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to pester the living hell out of my children by snapping pictures of them. That is, after I read the rest of the camera’s docs…
Before I really start, I’d like to get this out of the way: You and I both know that The Two Towers is going to get next to nothing on Oscar night. The Academy is going to wait until next year, and rightly so. “TTT” isn’t a movie, it’s the middle part of a movie. And that’s all I have to say on that subject.
The meat of this particular meandering diatribe is the Animated Feature Film category, the only one to which I have any emotional attachment of any kind. Let’s just run down the list as presented on the official Nominees page, shall we?
The competition is clearly between Ice Age and Spirited Away, with Spirit as a sort of dark horse. (Stop that groaning, I’m being serious.) Lilo & Stitch and Treasure Planet, besides being less than stellar on their own, represent too many chances for the votes to be spread thinly. A vote for Disney is a vote for… which movie?
Disney’s smartest move would be to put their public relations muscle behind Spirited Away, since any attempt to champion their own products would probably split too many votes to be effective. Miyazaki’s film is going to get some votes, no question about it and no matter what Disney’s PR people do between now and late March. If Disney only had Lilo or Planet in the running, they could get away with championing that one at the expense of Spirited Away, which admittedly they would probably love to do. Even though they’re the distributor for Spirited Away, getting the Oscar for it might be something of a Pyrrhic victory. “Yay, we won… distributing a movie that is in every way superior to the movies we made last year.”
A side bonus for Disney is the chance to rake in some cash with the mid-April release of Spirited Away on DVD. They’re also putting out Kiki’s Delivery Service and Castle In The Sky on the same date as a sort of Great Big Miyazaki DVD Fest. Given the timing, do you figure they hope to ride Oscar coattails? But of course. Hell, it works for me.
The other serious contender, of course, is the quirky and charming Ice Age. It’s certainly not a better movie than Spirited Away, but the fact that it’s 3D animation (the current hot animation “thing”) and lacks all of the disturbing strangeness and cultural subtexts of Spirited Away may count for a lot when the votes are tallied. I wouldn’t be surprised to see Blue Sky Studios take the little gold man home. Saddened a bit, but not surprised. It wouldn’t be a completely horrible thing, mind you, since Blue Sky is such a new studio and Fox (the distributor) hasn’t seen much success with animation lately, so a win would add incentive to fund more creative efforts.
And there you have it. One man’s thoughts on an Oscar race that most sane folks will generally disregard in favor of speculation on whether Jack Nicholson or Daniel Day-Lewis will win for Best Actor, or which of the actresses from The Hours will take home statuettes. *shrug* As if I cared.