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                        Mt. Holz Science Fiction Society
                    Club Notice - 1/17/01 -- Vol. 19, No. 29

       Chair/Librarian: Mark Leeper, 732-817-5619, mleeper@avaya.com
       Factotum: Evelyn Leeper, 732-332-6218, eleeper@lucent.com
       Distinguished Heinlein Apologist: Rob Mitchell, robmitchell@avaya.com
       HO Chair Emeritus: John Jetzt, jetzt@avaya.com
       HO Librarian Emeritus: Nick Sauer, njs@lucent.com
       Back issues at http://www.geocities.com/evelynleeper
       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
       201-447-3652 for details.  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.

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       1. Well, we have finally made it to the new millennium.   I  always
       pictured  that this would be a great futuristic world when the 21st
       Century came.  You know, you would be seeing see ads for people  to
       work  in  the  out-world colonies, that sort of thing.  Well, we do
       have some of that future.  We have the Internet.   That  is  pretty
       impressive.   But  I was hoping for more.  We cannot even go to the
       moon again much less have out-world colonies and ads for people  to
       work  in  the  out-world colonies.  At least, so I thought.  Then I
       was driving near my house and there was an ad for a health club  in
       the  neighborhood.   And  honest-to-mushroom  at  the  top  of  the
       billboard it says in large letters:
                                 Work Out World

       [-mrl]

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       2. I was watching the most recent James Bond film THE WORLD IS  NOT
       ENOUGH.   This  series  seems  to have an embarrassingly long life.
       Why embarrassing?  Bond has been around  for  a  long  time  and  I
       started  wondering just how old James Bond was supposed to be.  The
       real James Bond, the one that Ian Fleming wrote about, was  in  his
       mid-thirties.  When I read the books that seemed considerably older
       than me if not what I would have called old.  That character  honed
       his  survival  and  spying skills in The Second World War.  Somehow
       through some strange continuity we are supposedly still seeing  him
       on  the screen.  Yet we are supposed to believe he was young enough
       to be leaping out of death traps and delivering karate kicks, never
       mind  his  sexual  gymnastics  (and I don't).  This leads us to the
       ironic conclusion that James Bond is too young to have been  around
       to see the initial release of the film DR. NO.  But that guy on the
       screen in DR. NO was supposed to be the same guy  who  was  in  the
       more  recent  film.   Even  someone who had all the adventures that
       Fleming wrote for Bond is problematical.  A non-super physical hero
       like Bond can have an active career maybe from age 24 to 40.  After
       that he ought to think about retiring to a desk job.  Sean  Connery
       left  the  role  early but Roger Moore stayed in the role until you
       could almost hear his spine crack.  And  even  in  the  books  Bond
       keeps  hanging  on.   After Fleming died Kingsley Amis wrote a Bond
       novel, John Gardner wrote a bunch, now it is Raymond Benson who  is
       continuing  to  write adventures that occurred in the sixteen years
       that Bond was a spry spy.  And his first book took place  when  the
       lease  was  running  out  on  Hong  Kong,  so he is writing about a
       contemporary man.  In the films we saw Lois Maxwell  as  Moneypenny
       go  from  being  a  prospective  lover  for Bond to being a sort of
       mother figure.  The late Desmond Llewelyn has been Q in every  Bond
       film  since  FROM  RUSSIA  WITH  LOVE.  In that time Bond went from
       being about the same age to being young enough to be  his  son  and
       then almost young enough to be a grandson of Q.

       Another hero that does age is Sherlock Holmes.  His  active  career
       was  from  about  1873 to 1914, at least as Doyle wrote him.  But a
       lot of what people read a Holmes story for is the  setting  and  in
       particular  the  time.   Rarely  does  someone write about Sherlock
       Holmes in the present.  This means that as more people write Holmes
       stories his career becomes not longer but denser.  That at least is
       possible in theory.

       Much the same was true about Horatio Hornblower.  Here it was  just
       C.  S.  Forester  writing  the  stories  and as he kept writing new
       stories they were supposed to take  place  between  the  old  ones.
       Even  more than with Sherlock Holmes, you are aware that Hornblower
       is aging and in a given year is just about the age  he  should  be.
       And  Forester  is  to  be  commended  in that when Hornblower is no
       longer an action figure he is still no less exciting.  In fact,  he
       was   always   more   a  hero  of  brains  rather  than  of  brawn.
       Unfortunately, we live in an age when most of  the  popular  heroes
       are better at kicking than at thinking.  The most intellectual hero
       is on the level of Rambo pulled into Eastern mysticism.

       Most popular heroes somehow manage to avoid the aging the  rest  of
       us  go  through.   But other heroes you are willing to cut a little
       more slack.  With some heroes  the  whole  aging  question  matters
       less.   Burroughs  had Tarzan find an immortality potion.  Superman
       is from another planet so all bets are off.  Batman, on  the  other
       hand, is quite human and mortal and has all the same aging problems
       that James Bond would have.  With him it is even worse since he has
       new  adventures  every month.  Living like he does it is amazing he
       can still move around at all.  There  are  other  perennial  heroes
       mostly  of  past  times that seemed not to age.  Names that come to
       mind are Nick Carter, Simon Templar (The  Saint),  Lamont  Cranston
       (The  Shadow),  and  Bulldog  Drummond.  These are, however, mostly
       heroes of the past who nonetheless did have active  careers  longer
       than any human could be expected to have.

       But expecting logic looking at the age of  the  popular  heroes  in
       films   and  books  is  probably  just  an  exercise  in  futility.
       Generally like the demigods in the times of the Romans we allow our
       heroes  to  somehow  be  exempt from aging whether it makes logical
       sense or not.  There is just no point in asking how old James  Bond
       is  in  a given story.  If the writers did not give it any thought,
       there is no point in interpreting more than is in  their  writings.
       As  a friend used to say, what's in the script is all there is.  [-
       mrl]

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       3. Interesting side-note to the above would  be  the  ages  of  the
       actors  playing  James  Bond.  Sean Connery played Bond from age 32
       through 41 (1962-1971), and again at age 53  (1983).   Roger  Moore
       was  46  through  58 (1973-1985).  Timothy Dalton was 41 through 43
       (1987-1989).  Pierce Brosnan was 42 through 46 (1995-1999).

       By the way, this makes Bond the true son of the British Isles, with
       one  actor  from each of Scotland, England, Wales, and Ireland.  [-
       ecl]

       ===================================================================

       4. THIRTEEN DAYS (a film review by Mark R. Leeper):

                 Capsule: Essentially a remake of  THE  MISSILES
                 OF  OCTOBER,  THIRTEEN  DAYS tells the story of
                 the  Cuban  Missile  Crisis  as   a   political
                 thriller.   The  film  is polished and engaging
                 but not all of  the  stylistic  decisions  make
                 sense.   The  tagline "You'll never believe how
                 close we came" is a good indicator of the style
                 and  message of the film.  Rating: 7 (0 to 10),
                 +2 (-4 to +4)

       My view of THIRTEEN DAYS is heavily  colored  by  my  view  of  the
       Kennedy  administration and its Cuban policy in general and in this
       incident in particular.  The crisis is just about  the  only  major
       Cold War incident when I feel the Soviets were in the right.  It is
       not easy to get me to agree with Soviets  I  might  add.   At  this
       point  in  history the US had already put nuclear missiles just off
       the borders of the Soviet.  They also  had  complained  loudly  but
       really  only  complained  about  a  branch  of  the  US  government
       sponsoring an invasion of Cuba.  Had the tables  been  reversed  we
       would  have labeled the Bay of Pigs invasion "an act of war," but I
       suspect the Soviets were a little fearful of the implications of so
       doing   so   and   quite  rightly.   Acts  of  war  really  require
       retaliation.   They  could  not,  however,  ignore  a  second  such
       invasion,  so  they  needed  a  deterrent  to  prevent it from ever
       happening if for no other reason than to preserve the peace.  It is
       the  Americans  who say, "If you want peace, prepare for war."  The
       Soviets looked at the missiles just over the border in  Turkey  and
       saw  them  as  setting  a precedent, they would fortify Cuba.  That
       would seem a just act.  But instead of regarding it as such it  led
       to  a head to head confrontation.  If you see the film you will see
       all the tangible steps to diffuse the situation are  taken  by  the
       Soviets.   This  we  label "Going eyeball to eyeball with the enemy
       and the other guy blinked."  Thank goodness he did  blink  when  we
       might not have.  I cannot help but feel the unsung hero of THIRTEEN
       DAYS is Nikita Khrushchev.  This is just my interpretation, I am no
       expert, but it colors my reaction to the film.

       THIRTEEN DAYS is the story of the Cuban  Missile  Crisis  from  the
       point  of view of Presidential advisor Kenneth O'Donnell (played by
       Kevin Costner).  The  film  is  pretty  much  just  a  blow-by-blow
       recounting  of  the  incidents  of  the crisis beginning with a spy
       plane flying over Cuba and seeing the nuclear missiles the  Soviets
       had  provided  the  Cubans.   The  John F. Kennedy ( played here by
       Bruce Greenwood) is told  almost  immediately.   He  calls  in  his
       brother  Robert  (Steven  Culp),  his  closest  confidant.  For the
       remainder of the crisis the President seems to have two heads,  the
       Jack head and the Bobby head.

       Anyone with a  knowledge  of  history  knows  what  happened  next,
       including   the  strong  policy  split  between  the  military  and
       civilians in government.  The Chiefs of Staff were anxious to  take
       on  the Soviets in a war they assumed they could limit.  Toward the
       end of the crisis we realize that the Soviets also have  their  own
       divisions  in  policy  with  hawks and doves in the Politburo.  The
       film is a constant battle between those who want military solutions
       and  those  who  want  diplomatic  ones  with  John  Kennedy  being
       indecisive between them, and rightly so.  Kennedy is haunted by his
       reading  of Barbara Tuchman's THE GUNS OF AUGUST, an account of how
       both sides behaving in what  at  the  time  appeared  logical  ways
       inexorably  descended  into the First World War.  That could happen
       again, this time with nuclear missiles.

       THIRTEEN DAYS makes some bad stylistic mistakes.   The  film  opens
       with  a  missile firing and a nuclear explosion.  Then more missile
       firing and more big explosions.  Then more of the same.  The  point
       is,  of  course,  that  this  sort of exchange is what they will be
       trying to avoid.  Frankly I started to find  this  frequent  visual
       reminder of the high stakes involved rather annoying.  We all agree
       that this is what we are  trying  to  avoid.   We  all  agree  that
       nuclear  weapons  are very, very bad.  But to think clearly we have
       to avoid  what  Kissinger  called  "scaring  ourselves  to  death."
       Showing  the  bomb so often in hellish hues of red is a patronizing
       emotional argument thrown in among the  logical  arguments  of  the
       film.   A  number of scenes toward the beginning seem for no reason
       to start out in black and white and steel blue and  fade  into  the
       full color spectrum.  It was not all scenes and the implication may
       have been we are taking this from cold-hard records  and  breathing
       life into it.  But I was not sure.  Whatever it was trying to do it
       was failing.  The Boston accents were  a  distraction  particularly
       because  actors  were  not  consistent  in  the degree of their own
       accents.  SPARTACUS was not made in Latin with  English  subtitles.
       Director Roger Donaldson could have toned them down a little and we
       could have lived with the inaccuracy.

       On the other  hand  the  film  does  produce  a  great  feeling  of
       immediacy  without  snowing  the  viewer  in  detail  he  does  not
       understand.  The build of tension is very good in spite of the fact
       we  all  know  how it will turn out.  Part of the problem with this
       documentary is that it has been done before and is overly familiar.
       There was an excellent TV docu-drama in the mid-1970s, THE MISSILES
       OF OCTOBER.  There was also at least one good documentary made  for
       television.  Each was better than THIRTEEN DAYS.

       I think films like this that show us an important event in  history
       in  minute detail are very good, but that THIRTEEN DAYS is a highly
       flawed example that makes it fall short of  being  a  really  great
       film.   I  rate  it 7 on the 0 to 10 scale and a +2 on the -4 to +4
       scale.  And I still think it picks  out  the  wrong  people  to  be
       heroes.  [-mrl]

       ===================================================================

       5. STATE AND MAIN (a film review by Mark R. Leeper):

                 Capsule: David Mamet has written a  very  funny
                 and  very  telling  film  about  the making and
                 unmaking of a film.   Like  a  madcap  DAY  FOR
                 NIGHT,  the story has many of the film crew and
                 actors work out their lives while the  director
                 will  go  to  any lengths, legal or illegal, to
                 get some film made, whether it is the  original
                 story  or  not.  This is probably David Mamet's
                 most enjoyable film to date.  Alternately wacky
                 and  endearing.   Rating:  8 (0 to 10), high +2
                 (-4 to +4)

       David Mamet originally came to the public's  attention  by  writing
       stories  of  hucksters  and  con men and corporate crime.  He wrote
       stories like his mysterious  play  "The  Water  Engine,"  HOUSE  OF
       GAMES,  and the Runyonesque THINGS CHANGE.  The man is a writer and
       a director, and he wrote about crime as a personal  interest.   Now
       he has written a film about con men he really knows.  His STATE AND
       MAIN in a large part about a con man a director and a nearly honest
       and  innocent  writer  coming to conflict over an adaptation of the
       writer's play.  Mamet has sprinkled in a number of other characters
       from  film-making  but he has written about things close to his own
       experience.  The result is a sort of madcap comedy in  which  Mamet
       the  director  gets to argue with Mamet the writer in the middle of
       the chaos of making a film.

       Mamet gives us a view of  the  film-making  process  as  being  one
       large, crazy circus.  The film the film company has come to town to
       shoot is THE OLD MILL.  They had already been ready to film  it  in
       New  Hampshire  and  had  a great mill set they actually built, but
       something happened and, well, now they are  filming  in  Waterford,
       Vermont,  instead.  Waterford was chosen because of its classic old
       mill.  Unfortunately, they are not going to be able to use the mill
       because,  well, something else happened.  Now they are madly trying
       to make things fit.

       At the center of the chaos, and  few  films  make  the  film-making
       process  such a storm of chaos, is Walt Price (played by William H.
       Macy) the Machiavellian director who will do absolutely whatever is
       necessary  to  have a film all shot when the storm dies down.  Part
       con man, part genius he jumps  from  one  crisis  to  the  next  in
       seconds,   frequently   changing   his   personality   to  fit  the
       circumstance.  The writer, Joseph Turner White (at last a  starring
       role  for  Philip Seymour Hoffman), would like to have Price's film
       be at least reminiscent of the script he had written for it and the
       play  it  was based on.  Meanwhile White finds himself attracted to
       Ann Black (Mamet regular Rebecca Pidgeon), a townie  who  had  read
       his  play  and  actually seems to understand it better than he does
       himself.

       Meanwhile in the background the other cast  and  crew  members  are
       adding to the confusion.  Adding to the confusion is a lead actress
       (Sarah Jessica Parker) who has found religion and refuses to  shoot
       her  nude  scene  and a heartthrob lead actor (Alec Baldwin) with a
       predilection for strong drink and under-age girls.  Add to the  mix
       a  totally unscrupulous producer (David Paymer) with a goal to save
       money wherever he can and nearly as clever at getting what he wants
       as Price is.  But the film has a large cast and several stories are
       working themselves out at the same time.
       As is frequently the case, Mamet has  carefully  crafted  a  script
       with a plethora of clever touches.  The film being made is based on
       a play of pretentious claptrap, yet most of the themes of that play
       are  exemplified,  and  probably better, in the film STATE AND MAIN
       itself.  The issues that the play is about are also the issues that
       the  filmmakers  have  to face.  Several of the decisions about the
       film being made seem to be  mirrored  in  the  outer  film.   Mamet
       demonstrates  a flair for one-liners that few of his previous films
       have demonstrated.  The film is a treasure chest  of  running  gags
       and  self-referential  jokes.   Mamet's dialog is well-delivered if
       not entirely realistic and believable.

       STATE AND MAIN covers territory previously covered by  films  about
       shooting  films  like DAY FOR NIGHT and LIVING IN OBLIVION and to a
       lessor extent films about the industry like THE BIG PICTURE and THE
       PLAYER.  Still the script is one of the better ones of the pack.  I
       rate it 8 on the 0 to 10 scale and a high +2 on the -4 to +4 scale.
       And trust me on this one: you want to stay through the end credits.

       Now I have done it.  I am going to get a bunch of people writing me
       saying  they walked out on the credits and asking what they missed.
       Do not read the following until you have seen the film.   Here  are
       jokes in the credits rotated 13 letters (rot13):

       1. Gur pybfvat perqvgf fbat vf "Gur Byq Zvyy."  Jura vg vf bire lbh
       urne  n ibvpr pbzr ba vasbezvat gur fvatre gurl ryvzvangrq gur zvyy
       sebz gur svyz naq unir gb guebj bhg gur fbat.

       2. N zrffntr fnlf "N yvfg bs gur Nffbpvngr Cebqhpref sbe guvf  svyz
       vf ninvynoyr ba erdhrfg."

       3. Na bssvpvny ybbxvat pregvsvpngr sebz gur uhznar fbpvrgl  nffherf
       hf gung bayl *2* navznyf jrer unezrq va gur znxvat bs guvf cvpgher.
       (N yngre fgngrzrag fnlf gung npghnyyl abar jrer unezrq.)

       [-mrl]

                                          Mark Leeper
                                          HO 1K-644 732-817-5619
                                          mleeper@avaya.com

           America: The only country in the world where failing to
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