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                        Mt. Holz Science Fiction Society
                    Club Notice - 12/29/00 -- Vol. 19, No. 26

       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. Ford Thaxton's internet page with film soundtrack scores at
       http://www.film.com/reviews/features/stc/ was  playing  the  scores
       from  films about Pearl Harbor.  It occured to me that in the 1950s
       the big film about Pearl Harbor was FROM HERE TO ETERNITY.  In  the
       1960s  the  major  films  about  Pearl  Harbor became a little more
       explicit with DAY OF INFAMY and TORA! TORA! TORA!.  In the meantime
       the  event  has  receded  in  the  past  and American education has
       lowered its standards a little.  The upcoming film about the battle
       will  be  PEARL  HARBOR.  I expect the next major film to be called
       WWII: PEARL HARBOR and the one after that to be called THE JAPANESE
       SURPRISE ATTACK AT PEARL HARBOR.  [-mrl]

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       2. STRANGE AEONS, a British horror fanzine, has been  publishing  a
       few of my horror film reviews (e.g., THE NINTH GATE).  The magazine
       is dedicated to horror,  but  especially  to  Lovecraftian  horror.
       They  don't  seem to be into the slasher or fishhook sort of horror
       that seems to be so popular now.  They are not into the HOLLOW  MAN
       and  WHAT  LIES  BENEATH  sort of horror film that ends up with the
       unkillable stalker.  They are into the quiet horrors that  are  the
       sort  of  thing  that  H. P. Lovecraft would write.  They send me a
       copy of each issue that has one of my reviews  and  frankly,  I  am
       enjoying  them  more  than  I expected.  I was never that much of a
       Lovecraft fan.  But I am getting there now.  Part of what  held  me
       back,  for  at  least  some  of  the  time,  was the knowledge that
       Lovecraft was an anti-Semite, if an odd one.  When  he  would  rant
       against  the  Jews  his  wife would try to stop him, reminding him,
       "But I am Jewish."  "No you're not.  You are  Mrs.  Lovecraft."   I
       suppose  if  I can get over that objection to Richard Wagner, I can
       do the same for Lovecraft.

       I guess the truth is that I am not becoming so much just a  fan  of
       Lovecraft  as  of the breed of fantasy that flourished in the 1930s
       and then died again.  Indeed there were some very good  writers  at
       that  time  and most have been forgotten.  Some remained popular to
       later years, people like Ray Bradbury and, of  course,  Edgar  Rice
       Burroughs.   And  some  were  revived  later and to remain popular.
       That is writers like Robert E. Howard, the creator of Conan and  H.
       P.  Lovecraft.   Some  get  revived fitfully, but today are for the
       most part on their way to being forgotten.  A. Merritt was great at
       creating  strange  alternate  unnatural histories of the world with
       weird natural gods with names like "Snake Mother"  and  "the  Metal
       Emperor."   If  I remember rightly, a close friend of Lovecraft was
       the American Coleridge, the poet and fantasist Clark Ashton  Smith-
       -ignored  because  of  where his writing was published, not for any
       lack of brilliance.  These writers maybe did not  all  flourish  in
       the  30s,  but  they  published  in the pulps.  That was really the
       Golden Age of pulp writing.  Some pulp writing was not  great,  but
       some  was  as  good as any writing that was being done.  But it was
       totally ignored by the academics as coming from the wrong  side  of
       the  tracks.  Since the 1960s science fiction writing has gone from
       the lower class  of  academic  respectability,  just  a  bit  above
       pornography, to the middle class.  But as that has happened much of
       the best has been forgotten.  Lovecraft might have been  forgotten,
       not  much  respected  in  his own time in his own country.  As with
       Edgar Allan Poe, what called him to Americans' attention  was  that
       he  was discovered and became respected by Europeans.  So perhaps a
       British fanzine of Lovecraftian horror, much set  in  Massachusetts
       or Rhode Island,  is not so strange.

       Lovecraft's is not the best writing of the 1930s, but it is usually
       quite  worth  reading.   Lovecraft  combines much of Smith's poetic
       style--as seen through a morbid  lens--with  some  of  the  bizarre
       imaginative mythologies that could have been created by A. Merritt.
       He wrote fifty-some stories, about a quarter  of  which  share  the
       Cthulu  premise.   This is a sort of alternate mythology that turns
       his horror stories into science fiction.  In times long  before  we
       measure  life  on  Earth, we were occupied by immortal aliens, huge
       and so horrible that merely to see what their shadows  looked  like
       would  send  us  screaming mad.  These creatures were banished from
       the Earth but to someplace somehow very near.  They want to  return
       and  offer  mortals some incredible power in return for opening the
       doorways.  This is a horror for the 1930s in a way  that  even  the
       popular Universal horror films were not.  In the 1930s the memories
       were fresh of the horrors of the Great War.  In part these  horrors
       inspired the 1930s horror films.  But the Frankenstein Monster or a
       werewolf or Dracula could be only so frightening.  If one of  these
       monsters  killed  maybe two or three people a night, that was about
       the most.  During the war one man in a trench with  a  machine  gun
       could  kill  that  many soldiers in a few seconds.  What threat was
       Dracula  compared  to  the  Spanish  Influenza  virus  that  killed
       30,000,000  people?   But  if  the Great Old Ones return, they take
       their world back.  There will be no human survivors.  There was the
       possibility  that  science  might  find  a  natural explanation for
       Dracula and werewolves.  But the Great Old Ones  were  from  nature
       and  the world of science.  Other writers have picked up the Cthulu
       premise to write more stories in the shared world.   These  stories
       have  come to be called the Cthulu Mythos, though Lovecraft himself
       never used that terminology.

       It has been suggested by Lin Carter that in fact  H.  P.  Lovecraft
       was  a better horror writer than Poe.  I do not think I accept that
       myself.  Both authors were masters of mood, though I think that Poe
       was  better  at  varying moods and styles.  Lovecraft to often fell
       back on nameless dread as clues keep coming together and  then  the
       payoff  is  some  idea  that  is morbid and moderately creative.  I
       think that Poe could paint more hues of dread but then his  payoffs
       were less varied and imaginative than Lovecraft's.  [-mrl]

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       3. SHADOW OF THE VAMPIRE (a film review in bullet list form by Mark
       R. Leeper from the Toronto International Film Festival):

                 Capsule: Basically a one-joke black comedy, but
                 one  beautifully realized.  What if the elusive
                 Max Schreck (who  played  the  vampire  in  the
                 silent  version  of  Dracula, NOSFERATU) really
                 was a vampire.  This is a sumptuous  recreation
                 of  Eastern Europe in the 1920s and of the film
                 director F. W. Murnau.  Standout performance by
                 Willem  Dafoe.   Well  acted  and  well filmed.
                 Rating: high +2

          - Inspired by Murnau making the 1921 NOSFERATU with Max Schreck
          - Autocratic Murnau wants  to  film  DRACULA  even  without  the
            rights  (he  changes  character names and minor details).  His
            crew works with minimum of information  even  what  they  will
            have to do
          - Czechoslovakia (not Transylvania) is home of Count Orlock
          - Crew goes to film in Czechoslovakia,  mysterious  Max  Schreck
            will meet them there
          - Only Murnau knows that Schreck is really a vampire
          - Schreck gets minor members of the film  crew  when  Murnau  no
            longer needs them
          - Stylishly filmed
          - Faces  and  bats  in  beautiful  Templar  illustrations  under
            credits
          - Loving photography of train engine Charon
          - Schreck  in  original  had  finger  extenders  for  long  thin
            fingers, Dafoe just has long fingernails
          - Pieces of original film
          - Image of white vampire head against dark
          - Swastika scratched on wall
          - Use of black and white and original footage
          - Templar book for credits
          - "The audience gives life, the camera takes life."  Quote  from
            actor.
          - Autocratic director, willing to give up script girl to vampire
          - Schreck has interesting insights into book DRACULA
          - Trip  to  site   of   filming   parallels   book   and   film.
            Superstitious peasants, weird topography
          - One joke film, but well done
          - Delivers exactly what expected
          - First third excellent, second third is very good,  last  third
            is okay
          - Script by Steve Katz
          - Most of what was good was in trailer
          - Camera error: Does cast a reflection
          - Murnau talks as he shoots like a novelist
          - Great performance by Willem Dafoe
          - Malkovich always gives a very good performance but for once he
            cannot compete with Dafoe's performance
          - Humorous by performance by Izzy Izzard
          - Udo Kier, more as in-joke, no an important role
          - Cary Elwes just okay but does his
          - Error: Camera cranking had to be very, very regular the  whole
            circle, not like it is done here.
          - Error: We see a little of Dafoe's reflection in mirror
          - Fact: Max Schreck was in  something  like  forty  films  after
            having  played  on the stage.  In German domestic market films
            up to his death in 1936.  NOSFERATU was one of his  first  and
            is by far his best remembered, but he is a long way from being
            a mystery man.  Schreck is the German word for "terror," which
            added to the latter-day folk-legends

       [-mrl]

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       4. CAST AWAY (a film review by Mark R. Leeper):

                 Capsule: Tom  Hanks  plays  a  FedEx  executive
                 marooned on a deserted island who must find the
                 means to stay alive and sane.  Much of the film
                 is  enthralling  but  director  Robert Zemeckis
                 spends too much time on the aspects  of  lessor
                 interest  and not enough time on the parts that
                 are really most enthralling.  The  film  builds
                 to a platitude by rushing past some of the most
                 intellectually engaging  material.   With  more
                 emphasis on the real meat, this film would have
                 rated considerably higher.   Rating:  6  (0  to
                 10), high +1 (-4 to +4)

       Chuck Noland  (played  by  the  versatile  Tom  Hanks)  is  a  very
       dedicated  executive  for  Federal  Express,  the  package delivery
       company.  He is extremely systematic and obsessed with the  passage
       of  time.   Chuck  has  become a local legend for his dedication to
       delivering packages on time.  He is even the center  of  a  Federal
       Express  urban  myth  about the lengths he will go to get a package
       delivered on time.  Chuck knows that in his business  time  is  all
       important  for  him,  but  unknown to him, he is about to spend the
       next few years of his life in  a  place  where  time  is  far  more
       subjective.

       Chuck is napping on a company flight over the Pacific and awakes to
       discover  that  the  plane is off course in a storm and desperately
       trying to find its way back.  Suddenly the world falls apart  under
       him  and  we  find  ourselves  in  a crashing plane that is rapidly
       decompressing.  After what well might be the scariest  plane  crash
       in  cinema  history  Chuck  finds himself in a life raft in a storm
       alone on a hostile ocean.  With extreme good fortune he is blown to
       an  island.  But perhaps the island is not such good luck as he has
       no tools and no means to feed and protect  himself.   How  he  does
       that  is the heart of the film.  Unfortunately, there is not enough
       of this heart.

       The problem is that the buildup to this point really takes too much
       time.   The  script  shows  you  a bit of his relationship with his
       lover Kelly Frears (played by Helen Hunt).  But once he is  on  the
       island  that part of the film really is necessary only to establish
       that he  has  a  woman  whom  he  dearly  loves.   Developing  that
       relationship  takes  valuable  time  from  coverage  of  the island
       experience.  The opening setup is not only  unneeded,  it  is  also
       puzzling.  We are taken to a large family Christmas dinner at which
       everyone in the family seems to dress the same and work for Federal
       Express.   That  strikes  the  viewer  as peculiar, but it leads to
       nothing.  It not only wastes precious screentime, it  does  nothing
       to  enhance  the  story.   What it does serve to do is give Federal
       Express an even larger product placement than  the  huge  one  they
       would already have.

       The centerpiece of this film is the air crash which is as  detailed
       as  it  is  frightening.   One  might almost say it was done in the
       realistic style of the beach landing of SAVING PRIVATE RYAN and may
       be  nearly  as  harrowing.   It  packs  quite  an impact and I will
       certainly think of its images the next time that I fly.  Trust  me,
       you  should  not  expect  to  see this film as an airline in-flight
       movie.

       This in many ways is an engineer's film.   With  a  set  of  modest
       tools  washed  up  on  the shore from the crash or available on the
       island he is forced to reinvent or discover  ways  to  fulfill  his
       needs.   He  must  reinterpret  objects  from  a few floating FedEx
       packages as the tools to build his small world.  And the  knowledge
       of  how  to  do  that does not come easily.  In the beginning he is
       almost a laughable character, strange-looking and  overweight,  and
       he  makes  foolish and frustrating mistakes.  And he pays for those
       mistakes in pain and blood.  What seem like  very  small  tasks  in
       civilization become extremely hard.

       As time goes by, Chuck's intelligence as well as his fitness  seems
       to improve immensely, though not his sanity.  I think that the most
       interesting point made by the film is that sanity may be  really  a
       social affectation.  Many people let down their guard when they are
       alone and do things like talking to themselves that they would  not
       do  in front of others.  Chuck's circumstances are more extreme and
       he goes a lot further.  To save the greater part of his reason must
       sacrifice  the  lessor part.  Chuck allows his sanity fall away and
       to be replaced by a benign and  natural  insanity.   He  invents  a
       friend to talk with.  In order to battle the solitude he even comes
       to love the friend.  But he can only do this because he  is  alone.
       If  he  knew  anyone  was  watching  him he would be inhibited from
       creating such a friend.  Yet his actions seem natural.  Perhaps  we
       are  all  at  least partly insane and keep that part in check while
       there is danger that other people may find out.  And  those  others
       also  keep their irrational sides hidden.  While this phenomenon is
       usually interpreted as the solitude driving him  insane,  it  seems
       really  to  be  a  process  of the privacy allowing him to drop his
       guard.  He allows himself to be natural  in  ways  that  few  other
       people in the world can.

       This is a better story than the platitude that it seems to build up
       to  in  the final scene.  But it was not all the film it could have
       been if Zemeckis would have realized where his best  material  lay.
       It  rates  a  6  on the 0 to 10 scale and a high +1 on the -4 to +4
       scale.  Wouldn't this  be  a  good  time  for  Luis  Bunuel's  1952
       ROBINSON  CRUSOE  to  show up again and be rediscovered?  I haven't
       seen it since I was five years old, but  by  all  accounts  it  was
       quite  good.   Extra:  look in this film for an emotionally charged
       scene that seems to be borrowed from MISSION TO MARS.  [-mrl]

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       5. QUILLS (a film review by Mark R. Leeper):

                 Capsule: More enjoyable as a simple exercise in
                 Grand  Guignol  than  for the unoriginal theme,
                 this is a  rather  cliched  story  of  a  rebel
                 blamed for society's ills when it is really the
                 establishment itself which is at fault.  A good
                 cast  pits Geoffrey Rush against Michael Caine.
                 But the film is more for fans of Jimmy Sangster
                 than for those of Robert Bolt.  Rating: 7 (0 to
                 10), low +2 (-4 to +4)

       This year there were two films about the infamous Marquis  de  Sade
       and  his imprisonment at the mental asylum at Charenton.  There was
       Benoit Jacquot's more reserved SADE and  Philip  Kaufman's  QUILLS.
       Both  tell  the  same  oft-repeated  story as such diverse films as
       GREAT BALLS OF FIRE and THE PEOPLE VS. LARRY FLYNT.  Each of  these
       films  tells  the  account  of  somebody notorious in his own time.
       But, we are told, the REAL evil was that of the establishment  that
       tried to suppress and crush these free spirits.  The world has come
       to tolerate what the outcast was doing and the real villain was not
       the  free  spirit but the world that wanted to suppress him.  There
       probably are few other  ways  to  tell  the  narrative  of  someone
       punished for free expression from the viewpoint of a world that now
       tolerates free expression.  It would be hard to tell the  story  of
       the  Marquis de Sade at Charenton any other way in a world that now
       tolerates Gangsta Rap that is just a violent.  Though Peter Brook's
       1966  MARAT/SADE  is  a film that escapes the cliched just about as
       well as it could be done.

       It is the early 1800s and  Napoleon  is  Emperor  of  France.   The
       infamous  Marquis  de Sade (Geoffrey Rush) has seen the excesses of
       the Revolution and the Terror that followed.  He  has  incorporated
       that  horror  in  his "sadistic" writings.  Now he lives imprisoned
       but in luxury at the Asylum at Charenton under the sympathetic  but
       ineffective  care  of  the Abbe Coulmier (Joaquin Phoenix).  All he
       needs to engage his bizarre fantasies is paper,  ink,  and  quills.
       Coulmier  uses argument and what he sees as reason to try to reform
       his patient and bring him to God.  Coulmier  argues  for  restraint
       and  virtue;  De  Sade  is the prophet of unrestrained hedonism and
       fulfillment.  Sade's therapy also involves his staging of innocuous
       plays  with  the  inmates  as  actors.  Naturally he subverts these
       plays in any ways possible.

       But Sade is an angry spirit who vents his furies by  continuing  to
       write his lurid and explicit sexual fantasies.  For him writing his
       fantasies is an irresistible compulsion.  His  laundress  Madeleine
       (Kate  Winslet)  manages a tidy business smuggling his fiction to a
       courier who takes it in turn to be published.  The stories sell and
       are  enjoyed  all over France and the Emperor Napoleon wants to see
       this affront to public decency squelched.  He sends an alienist Dr.
       Royer-Collard  (Michael  Caine)  to Charenton.  (Alienists were the
       forerunners of psychiatrists like alchemists were  the  forerunners
       of  chemists.)   Royer-Collard  obtains  real  results by torturing
       patients nearly  to  death  and  forcing  them  to  give  up  their
       insanity.   Royer-Collard is a respected man and recently has taken
       as a bride the reluctant Simone (Amelia  Warner)  who  is  about  a
       third his age.

       The screen has yet to provide a really hypnotic  and  effective  de
       Sade.   Such  diverse talents as Kier Dullea, Klaus Kinski, Patrick
       Magee, Daniel Auteuil and the great Conrad Veidt  have  played  the
       man, but it was (with the possible exception of Veidt) never played
       by someone who combines the whimsy and  malignancy  that  the  role
       requires.   Rush  has  some  power  in  the role, but even he falls
       short.   Michael  Caine  represents  a   much   more   urbane   and
       administrative evil and does a sufficient job but seemingly without
       his heart being in it.  Kate Winslet  of  TITANIC  fame  plays  the
       laundress transfixed by the notorious author.  Joaquin Phoenix as a
       benightedly idealistic cleric is also acceptable but uninspired.

       Sadly the theme of this  story  is  over-familiar  and  tired  from
       over-use.  Where this film stands out is its ghoulish Grand Guignol
       vision of the tortures of the asylum and its  enjoyably  unpleasant
       anti-establishment  view of the early 19th century.  And perhaps in
       that de Sade would have appreciated it.  I rate QUILLS a 7 on the 0
       to  10  scale  and  a low +2 on the -4 to +4 scale.  There were two
       additional treats for me.  And it is a  pleasure  to  see  seasoned
       character  actor  Billie  Whitelaw playing as the laundress's blind
       mother.  Also being in the telecommunications  industry  myself,  I
       enjoyed seeing the early telecommunications fiasco.  [-mrl]

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

           Melancholy Men, of all others, are the most witty. 					  -- Aristotle