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                        Mt. Holz Science Fiction Society
                    Club Notice - 04/10/98 -- Vol. 16, No. 41

       MT Chair/Librarian:
                     Mark Leeper   MT 3E-433  732-957-5619 mleeper@lucent.com
       HO Chair:     John Jetzt    MT 2E-530  732-957-5087 jetzt@lucent.com
       HO Librarian: Nick Sauer    HO 4F-427  732-949-7076 njs@lucent.com
       Distinguished Heinlein Apologist:
                     Rob Mitchell  MT 2D-536  732-957-6330 rlmitchell1@lucent.com
       Factotum:     Evelyn Leeper MT 3E-433  732-957-2070 eleeper@lucent.com
       Back issues at http://www.geocities.com/Athens/4824
       All material copyright by author unless otherwise noted.

       The Science Fiction Association of Bergen County meets on the
       second Saturday of every month in Upper Saddle River; call
       201-933-2724 for details.  The New Jersey Science Fiction Society
       meets irregularly; call 201-652-0534 for details, or check
       http://www.interactive.net/~kat/njsfs.html.  The Denver Area
       Science Fiction Association meets 7:30 PM on the third Saturday of
       every month at Southwest State Bank, 1380 S. Federal Blvd.

       1. URL of the week:
       http://www.research.att.com/~reeds/petronius.html.   The true story
       behind  that  infamous  Petronius  Arbiter   quote   ("We   trained
       hard....).  [-ecl]

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       2. 4.8 inches = one milligodzilla

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       3. I have a new way to make money.  I rent out my refrigerator to a
       local business.  I can get a few dollars a week at just the cost of
       half of my refrigerator.  The problem is that I would like  to  use
       that  half, but a buck is a buck.  If all this sounds a little nuts
       to you, let me explain the company who rents the  space  is  called
       Costco/Price Club and they don't actually rent the space, they just
       sell things in industrial sizes at a savings.  So I fill up the old
       fridge  with their huge economy sizes--actually intended for the US
       Army or  some  such--  and  I  am  money  ahead.   But  I  am  also
       refrigerator space behind.

       What do you do with an industrial size bag  of  walnuts  after  you
       have  opened  it  and  used  the walnuts in a recipe?  Well, if you
       follow the instructions you refrigerate them.  You don't want those
       precious  walnut  oils  to go rancid and the walnuts to go all soft
       and mushy, do you?  No, of course not.  So the bottom shelf of  the
       refrigerator  has walnuts going rancid and stale a lot slower.  But
       luckily it will be there only for whatever short length of time  it
       takes two adults to eat a three-pound bag of shelled walnuts.  This
       works out to an average of 4.6 years according to the United States
       Bureau  of  Statistics on Trivial Matters.  In the meantime we have
       jars of walnuts sitting in the bottom of the old fridge  and  while
       they  had a crispy crunch when new, they lose just a bit of it each
       passing day.  We no longer  keep  the  tall  containers  of  spices
       there,   but  I  am  not  sure  why.   Those  are  now  stored  un-
       refrigerated.  To make way for the jars of nuts.  I know it is  not
       that we finished them.  I mean how quickly could we have finished a
       half pound of oregano?  Or parsley  leaves?   Or  basil?   After  a
       couple  of years they were moved elsewhere and only an expert could
       have told that the difference in levels from  when  the  containers
       were  new  was  not  simply due to settling.  "Yes, Mr. Leeper, for
       shopping at Price Club you now have the  Grand  Prize,  a  lifetime
       supply  of  oregano."   When  I  die  the  unused part goes into my
       estate.  (I hope my relatives are not reading this.)

       Ours is a refrigerator intended for families of up to five  or  so.
       There  are only two of us.  That means it should be about 40% full,
       right?  So how come nothing else will fit in and when  I  open  the
       door things fall out.  (Now I realize that there are lots of people
       in the world who would love to suffer from this plight.   But  look
       at  it this way, they have a lot of things they can complain about.
       For complaint material I have only a few  things  like  Jean-Claude
       Van  Damme  films and my refrigerator.  Other people get a lot more
       sympathy.)

       Why do two people fill the  freezer  up  to  the  point  that  when
       someone  asks  us to bring some ice cream to a party and we have to
       store it for an hour we have to start planning how to fit  it  into
       the  freezer.   (Truth!)  Well,  part  of  the  problem is the four
       cartons of different attempts to make something that tastes  nearly
       as  good as ice cream but is actually a lot healthier.  Feugh!  But
       the real reason is that we have shelves in the  already  too  small
       freezer  taken  up  with cans of orange juice concentrate so big we
       cannot make the orange juice in the  blender  without  diluting  it
       when  we  are done.  We put in a full can and fill the blender with
       water and what we get is a sort of fresh orange juice  syrup.   You
       add  water  and stir to get fresh orange juice.  Then the top shelf
       of the freezer is filled with batteries.  You can't even eat  them.
       At  least  I  would  not  recommend  it.   Somewhere  we heard that
       batteries keep better in the freezer.  The problem is  when  I  pop
       them into my Walkman it makes the Walkman cold.

       I think the next time around I am going to get  only  a  half-sized
       refrigerator, buy in the local grocery, and apply the savings to my
       grocery bill.  I suspect I will end up money ahead.  [-mrl]

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       4. LOST IN SPACE (a film review by Mark R. Leeper):

                 Capsule: A dysfunctional family learns  to  get
                 along with each other when they are marooned in
                 space in another part of the galaxy.  The 1960s
                 TV   series   comes   to   the  screen  with  a
                 spectacular visual style but also with a family
                 if  anything  more  obnoxious than they were on
                 TV--not an easy task.  Just  when  the  science
                 fiction  ideas  get somewhat sophisticated, the
                 telling lapses into incoherence.  Rating: 6  (0
                 to 10), high +1 (-4 to +4)

       Back in the 1965 Irwin Allen created a TV series,  LOST  IN  SPACE,
       based  on  the  comic  book SPACE FAMILY ROBINSON, itself a science
       fiction adaptation of Johann David Wyss's  SWISS  FAMILY  ROBINSON.
       The  series  lasted  until  1968.   In  the series seven people are
       present on an experimental ship on a space mission  when  something
       went  terribly  wrong  and the whole group became, well ... lost in
       space.  The characters were the five-person  Robinson  Family,  the
       pilot,  and  a  stowaway  enemy agent, one Dr. Smith, whose initial
       goal was to destroy the mission.  The family was unrealistic,  even
       for the 1960s in that everybody seemed to get along with everybody.
       But Dr. Smith was adept at playing everybody off against  everybody
       else.   Smith  was  the  embodiment of every negative and dangerous
       human impulse but subtlety, yet the Robinson family never seemed to
       catch  on.   The  special effects were bargain basement quality for
       the most part.  When the LOST IN SPACE premiered, no less an expert
       than  Isaac Asimov wrote a letter reprinted in "TV Guide" about how
       absurd the concept was.  It was a physical impossibility to  travel
       so  fast  and  far  in  a  few seconds that you could not even find
       familiar stars in the sky.  I believe he claimed it was  comparable
       to saying a child on a tricycle took a wrong turn and found himself
       in another country.

       There are at least two advantages to making a film of the story  in
       the  late  1990s.   The  story can be presented with superb special
       effects.  I would rank the visual effects of this film just  a  few
       microns  below  the quality one would expect from a STAR WARS film.
       The other  advantage  is  that  in  these  days  of  all  kinds  of
       theoretical  holes  in  physics--black,  white, and worm--you would
       never  get  a  reputable  scientist  willing  to  commit   to   the
       impossibility of finding a few-second shortcut to some other arm of
       the galaxy.
       In the new film version the Earth has finally conquered war and  is
       ready  to move on to conquering the universe.  People live together
       in peace--all but some nasty holdouts called  the  Sedition.   John
       Robinson  (played  by William Hurt) has devoted his life to science
       at the cost of neglecting his loved ones.  As a result he  has  one
       deuce  of  a dysfunctional family.  Wife Maureen and children Judy,
       Penny, and Will--nobody gets along.   The  world  is  just  not  as
       peaceful as it initially would seem.  The Robinsons might almost be
       better called the Bickersons.  But John has a plan for bringing his
       family  together  and at the same time further his work.  The whole
       family is going to take a little trip together to  the  Alpha  star
       system  to  set  up  a  jump  gate for instantaneous travel to that
       system.  After ten years of being cooped up together in  space,  of
       course  the  Robinsons  will  get  along.   Everyone  in the family
       recognizes this as one of Dad's less stellar ideas, but  he  thinks
       it will bring the family.  Little does John know that the forces of
       the Sedition have an agent, Dr. Smith (Gary Oldman) who  is  trying
       to  stop  their little mission and kill the family.  Except for the
       maladjusted family this is really the plot of the  TV  series,  but
       remarkably  when  watching  the  film,  one does not think of it as
       being a retread.  It feels freshly re-imagined as if we are  seeing
       it for the first time.

       I cannot say I am very fond of William Hurt's  acting  in  general.
       Like Harrison Ford he usually has this distant quality, as if he is
       just a little bit high all the time.  Mimi Rogers plays a  slightly
       authoritarian  Maureen  Robinson.  As Will Robinson Jack Johnson is
       considerably more natural than was TV's Billy Mumy.  Heather Graham
       makes  an okay Judy Robinson, but Lacey Chabert's Penny is annoying
       and just about the last person I would want to be  cooped  up  with
       for  ten years.  Matt LeBlanc as the pilot on the make with Judy is
       nearly as bad.  Gary Oldman, however, is a big improvement over the
       TV  series.   His  TV equivalent Jonathan Harris was a comedy actor
       who was miscast and never convincing as the sinister agent.  Oldman
       adopts  many  of  the  same  gestures,  but makes them sinister and
       mysterious.  And he  does  get  some  good  lines  like  a  playful
       allusion  to  the original STAR TREK as he complains "I'm a doctor,
       not a space explorer."

       It has been a while since the look of a science  fiction  film  has
       done  much  to  excite  me,  but  if  this  film  has a hero, it is
       production designer Norman Garwood.  Visually,  LOST  IN  SPACE  is
       very  evocative  of  1960s  science  fiction, but not of TV science
       fiction of the time.  What I saw on the screen was what was on  the
       covers of magazines and books at the time of the TV series.  It was
       like the film was the result of someone watching the TV  series  in
       1965  and  then  visualizing it the way cutting edge artists of the
       time would have.  I kept finding myself enjoying  just  looking  at
       the  screen  and  thinking  what  a  good  cover for ANALOG science
       fiction magazine this or that scene would  make.   Under  Garwood's
       design,  space is a sinister place, much more so than it was in the
       TV series.  The one false move is a cartoon-like monkey that  seems
       like  a  fugitive  from  some  other  film.   Garwood does a little
       playing around with the design of the robot, which changes over the
       course  of the film, finally getting the crystal crown that was its
       most memorable feature of the design from the series.  The  credits
       list  cameos  from the original TV series.  I must not have noticed
       Angela Cartwright, but it is much harder to miss June Lockhart and,
       of  course,  the voice of the robot is the same.  The language is a
       little salacious for what is predominantly a children's  film,  but
       perhaps that is a sign of changing times.

       With the exception of Oldman's performance, this is a film I  would
       rather  look  at  than  listen  to.  But it does manage to take old
       material and breathe new life into it.  I rate it a 6 on the  0  to
       10 scale and a high +1 on the -4 to +4 scale.  [-mrl]

                                          Mark Leeper
                                          MT 3E-433 732-957-5619
                                          mleeper@lucent.com

            Clergyman, n. A man who undertakes the management
            of our spiritual affairs as a method of bettering
            his temporal ones.
                                          -- Ambrose Bierce


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