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                        Mt. Holz Science Fiction Society
                    Club Notice - 12/17/99 -- Vol. 18, No. 25

       Chair/Librarian: Mark Leeper, 732-817-5619, mleeper@lucent.com
       Factotum: Evelyn Leeper, 732-332-6218, eleeper@lucent.com
       Distinguished Heinlein Apologist: Rob Mitchell, robmitchell@lucent.com
       HO Chair Emeritus: John Jetzt, jetzt@lucent.com
       HO Librarian Emeritus: Nick Sauer, njs@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
       201-447-3652 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. Our Paris trip logs are available at:
                 http://www.geocities.com/markleeper/paris.htm
                 http://www.geocities.com/evelynleeper/paris.htm

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       2. As we approach the end of the  century  I  think  there  is  one
       subject  on just about everybody's mind.  Not all writers have been
       willing to fact the situation, but part of the reason  people  read
       the  MT  VOID  is  that  we handle the issues that nobody else will
       touch.  In that spirit I think it is time to look back  and  assess
       just  what  exactly  has gone wrong with mashed potatoes and how we
       have arrived at the current deplorable mashed potato situation.   I
       think  it  is  purely  human  nature  and the invisible hand of the
       marketplace that have brought us to the current  sorry  pass.   But
       let  us  look unafraid at the facts.  It was not that long ago that
       mashed potatoes were different...

       Old fashioned mashed potatoes were a standard dish.  My own  mother
       used  to  make  mashed  potatoes.   She would take a special device
       called a "potato masher" and mash them and they would come out  the
       consistency  of  mashed potatoes.  All the way through.  There were
       no lumps.  Well-mashed potatoes  should  have  no  lumps.   "Silky"
       would  almost describe the way they came out.  People who had lumps
       in their mashed potatoes simply has not taken the time and made the
       proper  effort  to  make  the  dish  correctly.   A  good cook made
       perfectly  homogenous  mashed  potatoes.   Oh,  those   were   such
       wonderful  times.   Little did we see that change was coming to the
       world of mashed potatoes.

       Then came the mashed potato flake and the mashed potato  bud.   Add
       boiling  water  and  butter  and they made perfect mashed potatoes.
       Every time.  Well most times, sort of.  They were easy to make  but
       they  were  not  always  perfect mashed potatoes.  If you added too
       much water you could end up with  mashed  potatoes  you  could  sip
       through  a  straw.   This  was not good.  Also the flavor might not
       always be exactly right.  This was even worse.  But they were  easy
       to  make  so  lunch counters, cafeterias, and bad diners everywhere
       made instant powdered mashed potatoes from flakes and  passed  them
       off  as  real  mashed  potatoes.   Sometimes  they  made them well.
       Sometimes they were made not so well.

       Then the public started catching on.  There were those who  refused
       to  order  mashed potatoes altogether claiming it was one more step
       downward in the sausaging of America.  Or  they  felt  they  really
       were  mashed  potatoes  but they had been made in a food processor.
       Even good restaurants where  the  potatoes  were  hand-mashed  were
       caught  up  in  the paranoia.  Their answer was to try to find some
       way to make mashed potatoes that would obviously been hand  mashed.
       They  began  to  not make the potatoes quite so perfectly.  Leave a
       few lumps in the potatoes, that  was  their  philosophy.   If  they
       missed  a  few lumps that only proved that they made them the right
       way with a potato masher.  It is the imperfections  that  confirmed
       they did the job the old fashioned way.  A lack of lumps altogether
       makes the potatoes suspect.  It is just like the fact that you  can
       detect an artificial diamond by its total lack of imperfections.

       And that was how things remained for many years.  But  things  have
       not continued like that forever.  I realized this the day I ordered
       turkey and mashed potatoes in a diner.  And  the  potatoes  came  a
       little  too liquid and smooth.  They were almost the consistency of
       a thick milk shake.  But as I ate them I was amazed  by  finding  a
       lump  in  the potatoes.  Had they really over mashed these potatoes
       to this extent and still left a lump?  But then my  tongue  noticed
       edges  on  the  lump.  It was a diced potato.  Then it dawned on me
       what was happening and the full horror of  the  situation  hit  me.
       Yes,  these  were  powdered  potatoes  as I had first guessed.  The
       powdered potato mixes were now coming with lumps.  I don't know  if
       they  have them mixed into the powder or if you get a little packet
       of potato lumps as part of the mix.  I started imagining what  they
       must  have  said on the box.  "Mix the magic potato lumps into your
       mashed  potatoes  to  get  a  real  --down  home'   mashed   potato
       consistency."  No.

       So this is it.  That was about a year ago.  Since  then  no  matter
       where  I get mashed potatoes, fancy restaurant or cheap diner, they
       ALWAYS have lumps.  The mixes have gotten smarter and they are  now
       not usually diced potatoes, but every restaurant that serves mashed
       potatoes has lumps.  This was  not  how  it  was  supposed  to  be.
       Mashed potatoes should not have lumps.  But you cannot serve mashed
       potatoes without lumps in the mad race to make all mashed  potatoes
       seem  hand-mashed.   But  the lumps no longer prove anything.  Some
       mashed potatoes will be hand mashed and some will be assembled from
       hobby  kits,  but ALL will have lumps.  This is the legacy that the
       20th century will leave the 21st in the field of  mashed  potatoes.
       The  next  generation  will  grow up believing that mashed potatoes
       just always have lumps.  This is not a legacy we can  be  proud  to
       have  left.  An inexorable part of the dumbing down of America will
       be the lumping up of mashed potatoes.  And we will have done it  to
       ourselves.

       Now don't get me started on what has gone wrong with the  taste  of
       Coca-Cola.  [-mrl]

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       3. THE GREEN MILE (a film review by Mark R. Leeper):

                 Capsule: In a Louisiana prison in 1935 a  black
                 giant  sentenced to death adds a touch of magic
                 to the death row cell  block.   Frank  Darabont
                 returns  to  writing/directing  a  Stephen King
                 prison story with THE GREEN  MILE.   He  spends
                 three  hours  on  his  film  and  gives us some
                 moving moments,  but  the  dramatic  payoff  is
                 never  strong  enough to justify the length and
                 the  artificiality  of  his  new  work.    What
                 Darabont   did   naturally   in  THE  SHAWSHANK
                 REDEMPTION seems far more contrived here.  This
                 is  a  decent  film  when  a very good film was
                 expected.  Rating: 6 (0 to 10), high +1 (-4  to
                 +4)

       Five years ago Frank Darabont released THE SHAWSHANK  REDEMPTION  a
       film  he  wrote and directed based on a Stephen King story set in a
       prison.  I picked that as the best film of its year.  Now  Darabont
       returns  to  that  territory  with  what  promised to be a powerful
       Stephen King story, but one  which  is  not  compelling  enough  to
       justify  the  film's three-hour length.  Certainly the payoff, when
       it comes, is moving.  But it is undercut  by  the  introduction  of
       mystical  elements  and  by  heavy-handed  stylistic  touches.  The
       addition of supernatural  elements  to  a  gritty  story  of  human
       experience seems ill-conceived.

       At a home for the elderly one resident Paul Edgecomb (Dabbs  Greer)
       has a number of strange behaviors.  Every day he gets out and takes
       a walk in the woods.  Seeing the film TOP HAT on television reduces
       him  to  tears.  Finally he tells his story in private to a friend.
       In 1935 he was the lead guard on  death  row  at  a  Cold  Mountain
       Penitentiary  in  Louisiana  (here he is played by Tom Hanks).  The
       team of guards was made up of decent men most of whom  just  wanted
       the  best  for the convicts under their care.  The one exception is
       the sadistic Percy Wetmore (Doug Hutchison), the governor's  wife's
       nephew.  [No mention is made of Senator Huey Long who was a virtual
       dictator  in  Louisiana.   It  was  under  his  auspices  political
       appointments  like  Percy's  were made.  The governor that year was
       Long's handpicked replacement  when  three  years  earlier  in  the
       middle  of  his  term  Long vacated the office for a seat in the US
       Senate.  Long was at the height of his power at the point this film
       was  set.  Change was fast in coming, however.  This film is set in
       July.  A little over a month after the events of this film, on  the
       night  of  September  8th, 1935, Dr. Carl Austin Weiss assassinated
       Long in the State Capitol Building in Baton Rouge.]

       The story really begins when John Coffey (Michael Clarke Duncan)  a
       huge  black  man is brought to the cell block having been convicted
       of raping and murdering two young girls.  Paul cannot believe  that
       this giant child-man who is afraid of the dark could be a murderer.
       The film slowly develops the stories of some  of  the  inmates  and
       guards.   For  a  long time the script neglects Coffey whose angel-
       like presence is felt over  the  entire  cell-block  but  who  does
       little to interact with people.

       Darabont's script apparently wanted to carry over  from  the  novel
       the feeling that the viewer really knows the inmates as individuals
       and cares about them.  But the characterization  comes  slowly  and
       too  frequently  characters are dispatched quickly.  The one inmate
       not well characterized  is  Coffey,  the  one  who  would  be  most
       interesting  to  know.   Our  reactions  to Coffey come mostly from
       stereotypes borrowed from other films.  That is  the  problem  with
       too many of the main characters.  We do not really understand Percy
       at the end of the film.  Nor do we really understand Wild Bill.(Sam
       Rockwell  of  JERRY AND TOM), a wild animal of a man.  Even Paul is
       not a character of much depth or wisdom.  He is simply a  good  and
       decent man.

       Almost the entire film is shot with a heavy yellowish  filter  that
       blocks  out any bright light and artificially casts a pallor on the
       film and calls attention to itself.  In  THE  SHAWSHANK  REDEMPTION
       Darabont's  team  created a prison that looked like a prison of the
       period.  This is a longer film and most of the film takes place  in
       the  one  cell block and the room of the electric chair.  While the
       confinements are  not  claustrophobic,  they  do  start  to  become
       tiresome after a while.

       Tom Hanks is reasonable as the decent and likable prison  guard,  a
       welcome  change  from usual negative stereotypes.  A man with grown
       children, he looks a little young for the role and the accent never
       sounds  exactly  right.   His  second  in command is David Morse as
       Brutus "Brutal" Howell.  Morse is a large quiet actor familiar from
       THE  CROSSING  GUARD.  He his tall and calm image gives him the air
       of a blond Gary Cooper.  James Cromwell has been  a  familiar  face
       for  many  years,  but  since  BABE  he has been getting more major
       roles.  Here he plays a prison warden with the  requisite  dignity.
       Another familiar face in a very small role is Gary Sinese.

       The lineage of THE GREEN MILE is excellent, but the film itself  is
       only  decent  and  probably could have been more effective at a two
       hour length.  I rate is a favorable but disappointed 6 on the 0  to
       10 scale and a high +1 on the -4 to +4 scale.  [-mrl]

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       4. THE INSIDER (a film review by Mark R. Leeper):

                 Capsule: THE INSIDER traces the  story  of  the
                 incident  in  which  the  big tobacco companies
                 went from incredible  power  to  their  current
                 huge  losing  streak.   It is told blow by blow
                 (by blow by blow by blow).   A  former  tobacco
                 executive  is  slowly  convinced  to  become  a
                 whistle-blower for the CBS  News  "60  Minutes"
                 team.    It   shoulda,   coulda,   woulda  been
                 exciting, but is told so authentically  and  in
                 such  detail  that  it becomes ponderous, over-
                 long, and at times even dull.  Rating: 4 (0  to
                 10), 0 (-4 to +4)

       I read the NEW YORKER magazine and I enjoy  some  of  their  really
       in-depth  articles  about  some  incident.   They  will  take  some
       incident like the investigation of a  mysterious  plane  crash  and
       tell  you  what happened in detail.  It becomes a real education in
       what agencies get involved and how theories are suggested, and what
       kind  of  pressure  the investigators are under, and just about any
       other aspect you can think of.  Frequently I get the  feeling  that
       the  article  sounded  exciting, but I am being told in more detail
       than I really wanted to know.  Often I get to the middle of a story
       and say, OK, it sounded good but I now have invested more time than
       I am willing to spend on this subject.  Film is a different medium.
       It is a visual medium.  That slows down the telling of stories much
       more than people realize.  I frequently am surprised  to  find  out
       how  short  a  film  script  is and how much of the pages are empty
       space.  The magazine article and  the  film  script  are  two  very
       different  media.   THE  INSIDER is a film adaptation of the Vanity
       Fair article "The Man Who Knew Too Much" by Marie Brenner.   It  is
       too  much an adaptation of a magazine article slowed to the pace of
       a film.  It really verges on being tedious at least at times.

       For years the seven big  companies  knew  that  they  dealt  in  an
       addictive  drug  that caused a host of unhealthy side-effects.  But
       they pretended for the public that it was unproven and they did not
       really  believe it.  The business was incredibly profitable and the
       proceeds  translated  into  the  political  power  to  squelch  and
       discredit  any  political  movements against big tobacco.  The tide
       turned when a former vice-president of one  of  the  companies  was
       convinced  by the CBS "60 Minutes" News team to tell the public how
       much the tobacco companies really knew about the health effects  of
       smoking.   The resulting pressure to stop the story created a small
       civil war at CBS.  Who were the major people  involved,  what  were
       their  motives,  how  was  the  story almost killed, how did it get
       aired anyway?  That is the story covered in  surprising  detail  by
       THE  INSIDER.   This all could have been enthralling, but it is not
       the sort of thing that a stylist like Michael Mann would be  likely
       to  do  well.   And  in  the  end, he failed.  To make a long story
       short, the film needed a director who knew how to make a long story
       short.

       The film opens with the CBS "60 Minutes"  team  in  Iran  with  the
       assignment  to  interview  a  terrorist.   We get a taste for their
       personal style and how they get the upper hand.  They go from being
       one  newsman  blindfolded  at  the  hands  of the terrorists to the
       actual interview with Mike Wallace (played by Christopher Plummer).
       There  the  news team under producer Lowell Bergman (Al Pacino) are
       ordering around the terrorists and  getting  away  with  it.   This
       seems  to  have  nothing to do with the main line of the story, but
       later when the tobacco industry is so  much  harder  to  manipulate
       than  committed  terrorists,  we have a wry irony on who really has
       clout in the world.  Terrorists can grab  the  headlines,  but  the
       tobacco companies have the real position of power.

       Incongruously intercut with the  Iran  interview  sequence  we  see
       Jeffrey  Wigand  (Russell  Crowe) dejectedly returning from work to
       his home.  We discover that  he  has  been  fired  and  his  career
       brought  to  a  complete  halt  unexpectedly.   He  had been a very
       profitably  rewarded  vice-president  in  charge  or  research  and
       development  at  Brown  and Williams Tobacco; now he was unemployed
       and needed money to support his family.  Rather  than  support  him
       his wife Liane (Diane Venora) demands of him what are they supposed
       to do for income.  Meanwhile the "60 Minutes" team trying to  do  a
       story  on  fires started by cigarettes have obtained some data they
       do not understand.  They offer Wigand $12,000 just to interpret the
       data.   Wigand's  severance  agreement  swears him to secrecy about
       anything he knows about tobacco dealings, but he is reluctantly  he
       stretches  the  severance  terms.   He  is  willing  to  read  some
       documents from another  tobacco  company  and  interpret  them  for
       Bergman.   In  spite of the secrecy, Wigand's former employers seem
       immediately to know Wigand is talking to "60  Minutes"  and  he  is
       warned  off by former boss Thomas Sandefur played Michael Gambon in
       an all too brief but deliciously sinister role.  And  so  the  game
       begins.   Wigand  is  irate  at  his negative treatment for what he
       still considered continued to be loyalty to his agreement  and  his
       former  employer.   Meanwhile  someone  is  playing very rough with
       Wigand and his family.

       The film examines Wigand and the pressures placed on his family  as
       they  are  caught  between  two powerful giants.  Wigand has always
       wanted to make  tobacco  safer  and  has  natural  sympathies  with
       getting   the   story   out.   He  and  his  family  are  assaulted
       psychologically and financially by the giant tobacco industry  that
       had  never  lost a legal fight.  Al Pacino is given top billing but
       the Wigand family is the core of THE INSIDER.

       The story is told slowly and in just  a  bit  too  much  meticulous
       detail.  The film is 157 minutes and is an extremely demanding film
       for the  audience.   The  musical  score  by  Pieter  Bourke,  Lisa
       Gerrard,  and  Graeme  Revell is one of the worst in recent memory.
       It puts ominous chords under some scenes and using  voice  in  ways
       that become a distraction that gets in the way of the storytelling.
       Also disturbing is the  casting  of  Christopher  Plummer  as  Mike
       Wallace.   Plummer and Wallace are such different types and Wallace
       is too well-known for even so good an actor as Plummer to play  him
       convincingly.

       This film might  have  been  a  really  engaging  experience  under
       another  director's  control.  Michael Mann was the wrong person to
       helm this film and THE  INSIDER  lacks  intensity  because  of  his
       style.   I rate it a 4 on the 0 to 10 scale and a 0 on the -4 to +4
       scale.  [-mrl]

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

            When I was a child, I spake as a child, I 	    understood as a child, I thought as a child:
	    and when I was a man I discovered that nobody 	    wise ever really gives that up.
                                          -- Mark Leeper


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