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                        Mt. Holz Science Fiction Society
                    Club Notice - 06/04/99 -- Vol. 17, No. 49

       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. The correct URL for the Science Fiction Club library catalog  is
       http://www.dnrc.bell-labs.com/~eleeper/sfclub.htm.  [-ecl]

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       2. It's really true.  The best things in life, like the love  of  a
       beautiful  woman,  are  free.   Sadly most of those free things are
       still available only to the wealthy.  [-mrl]

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       3. Last week I was saying that when humans are unreliable at  their
       work, at least it is at all different times.  Someone comes to work
       drunk or  hung  over  or  is  having  personal  problems  at  home.
       Computers are much more synchronized.  The great moment of computer
       unreliability is coming in about thirty weeks.  I suspect one  year
       from  this  moment  computers  will hated and distrusted a lot more
       than they are at this moment.   This  is  the  moment  of  greatest
       uncertainty  in  the  whole  history  of  computers.  It may be the
       moment of greatest uncertainty in the whole history of the country.
       And  do  not  kid  yourself, a lot of things are going to fail.  At
       this point that seems inevitable.  And the scapegoat is going to be
       the  computer.   A year from now there will very likely be a strong
       tide of public opinion saying that we have grown too  dependent  on
       computers.

       Human unreliability probably is much more  frequent  than  computer
       unreliability,  but  it has the advantage that it really is random.
       About the most synchronization the public expects from humans is in
       the  automobile  industry.  We  find  a  car does not do what it is
       supposed to do and we say it is a "Monday car" or a  "Friday  car."
       We  sort  of  expect  that  workers  in  the  car  industry will be
       unreliable the first and  the  last  days  in  the  workweek.   The
       Japanese have shown that computer assembled cars are very reliable.
       But for the most part human  labor  has  its  bad  days  scattered.
       Computers  are going to have their days of unreliability mostly all
       synchronized in one little chunk of time.  When the year ticks over
       from  99  to  00  a lot of computers are going to act like they are
       irresponsible at one instant of time.  And it is going to be  quite
       a  shock  to a lot of us.  There could be a strong backlash against
       using computers.  But we all have grown used  to  an  economy  that
       requires a lot of work to keep it going. It is a lot more work than
       humans could ever do.  And it  is  simple  clerical,  mind-numbing,
       dehumanizing work.  So we do not give it to a human.  We give it to
       a machine.  The machine can do the work  better,  faster,  cheaper.
       And  the  machine  can  do the work more reliably.  And the machine
       will continue to be reliable, except that to save money, many of us
       taught  the machine wrongly how to do its job.  Our instructions to
       the machine were faulty.  But we all know that the machine will get
       the  blame.   After  all, it is different from us, so it must be at
       fault.

       But if we develop an unreasoning fear of computers as a  result  of
       Y2K,  we  could  be  in line for more Three Mile Islands.  And that
       could be the biggest Y2K disaster of all.

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

                 Capsule: The third artificial reality  film  in
                 about  a  month  is  the  most stylish and best
                 photographed with the most  coherent  plotline.
                 Had  this  been  the  first  of the three to be
                 released, it would be recognized as  the  best.
                 Roland  Emmerich finally has produced a quality
                 science fiction film.  Rating:  8  (0  to  10),
                 high +2 (-4 to +4)

       The year is 1937.  As our story opens  we  follow  an  elderly  man
       (played  by  Armin  Mueller-Stahl) from his mistress's bedroom to a
       nightclub.  He leaves a letter he has written someone in  the  care
       of  a  bartender (Vincent D'Onofrio) and goes home to his wife.  As
       he lies in bed, suddenly he is  propelled  into  the  present.  The
       world  of  1937  was  a fully functioning world, realistic is every
       respect but one.  It was not actually real  but  a  total  computer
       simulation.  And it was a very complete computer simulation.  It is
       not just a virtual reality program creating  for  one  person  what
       could  be a three-dimensional world.  Each person in the 1937 world
       has a life and personality of his or her  own  and  continues  even
       when  there  is  nobody  to see him.  It is an entire virtual world
       functioning on its own.   And  our  elderly  gentleman  is  Hammond
       Fuller,  "the  Einstein  of  our generation" who created the cyber-
       world.  But tonight Hammond Fuller is  going  to  be  murdered  and
       suspicion  will  fall  on  his chief programmer Douglas Hall (Craig
       Bierko).   Hall  and  his  friend  and  coworker  Whitney  (Vincent
       D'Onofrio)  have  worked  for Hammond for years and think that they
       know him fairly well.  Now that he is dead, they are not  so  sure.
       A  daughter  (Gretchen  Mol)  has turned up mysteriously and nobody
       knew Fuller had a daughter.  Discovered also  is  that  Fuller  has
       been  repeatedly projecting himself into his created world of 1937.
       Even Hall had not realized that was possible yet.   Now  Hall  will
       have to solve a mystery spread across two different worlds.

       Part of what makes this film as remarkable as  it  is  is  that  it
       comes from Centropolis Film Productions, Roland Emmerich's company.
       Until now the best thing we have seen coming  from  Centropolis  is
       their  imaginative  opening  banner.  However, the approach for THE
       THIRTEENTH FLOOR is  entirely  different  from  that  of  STARGATE,
       INDEPENDENCE DAY, and GODZILLA.  Director Josef Rusnak, experienced
       mostly in European films, has  kept  the  use  of  special  effects
       modest.  Rather than having a visual carnival, this film is instead
       intelligent  and  filmed  with  a  great  deal  of  visual   style.
       Cinematographer  Wedigo  von Schultzendorff's style uses relatively
       modest special effects.  His views of 1937 Los Angeles are lush and
       gorgeous,  generally  filmed  with  a sepia filter to give us a Los
       Angeles where  Philip  Marlowe  would  feel  right  at  home.   von
       Schultzendorff  has  made  his  modern-day Los Angeles looks like a
       giant electric-blue circuit pack.  Where the 1937 city has  a  rich
       period feel, 1999 feels electronic and electrically charged.

       Rather than paying expensive stars, Rusnak  has  two  little  known
       actors,  Craig  Bierko  and  Gretchen  Mol,  in  the two top-billed
       positions.  He has saved the familiar faces for  supporting  roles.
       His  familiar  actors are more known for good performances than for
       powerhouse marquee value.  Armin Mueller-Stahl had a long career in
       Germany  and  now  frequently  appears  in  English-language  films
       including SHINE, THE GAME, and THE X FILES.  Vincent D'Onofrio  has
       also  been  a  familiar character actor since his pivotal role as a
       somewhat retarded Marine recruit in FULL METAL JACKET.

       So now we have had released in about  a  month  three  films  about
       worlds  that seem real but are in reality created in computers.  We
       can see how three different filmmakers have each handled the  theme
       in   an   action-adventure.   This  is  a  rare  opportunity.   The
       Wachowskis created in THE MATRIX a future world that  was  visually
       imaginative  and  gave  us  a  plot that to a very great extent was
       chases, fighting, and martial arts.  David Cronenberg's  worlds  in
       "eXistenZ" are basically our world, but ones where the line between
       the totally inanimate and the biological is breaking  down.   Josef
       Rusnak  has  dusted off the 1964 science fiction novel SIMULACRON-3
       by Daniel F. Galouye, toned down the Frederik Pohl aspects (in  the
       novel  the  world are used to predict public opinion) and played up
       the Philip K. Dick aspects.  He has given  us  a  beautiful  sepia-
       toned  view  of  the  1930s to compare with an electrically charged
       view of the present.  Perhaps which you prefer says something about
       you.   THE  MATRIX  will  clearly  be  the most profitable, but THE
       THIRTEENTH FLOOR is the one I want in my collection.   I  rate  the
       latter  film  8  on the 0 to 10 scale and a high +2 on the -4 to +4
       scale. (Oh, and when we see a newspaper toward  the  end,  June  21
       should be a Friday, not a Monday.)  [-mrl]

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       5. THE WINSLOW BOY (a film review by Mark R. Leeper):

                 Capsule: David Mamet reworks the  classic  play
                 by Terence Rattigan.  A 12-year-old boy accused
                 of  stealing  a  five-shilling   postal   order
                 maintains his innocence.  Like the Dreyfus case
                 in  France,  this  legal  case  throws  all  of
                 Britain into controversy.  Well-acted, but this
                 film is too  faithful  to  a  stage  play  that
                 frustratingly  distances  the audience from the
                 characters and the action.   Rating:  6  (0  to
                 10), 1 (-4 to +4)

       Every medium has its own constraints that pull it away  from  being
       realistic.   Silent  film  acting  is very much pantomime that must
       convey much more than photo-realism would.  A three-act stage  play
       must  tell  an  entire  story from three points in time.  Each must
       have a single or perhaps two locations.  This is why plays  adapted
       to  film  often  seem  claustrophobic  and stagebound.  There is an
       entire art to adapting stage plays to  the  screen  without  making
       them  unbearable.   Connecting  scenes set in the out of doors will
       frequently be inserted.

       The play THE WINSLOW BOY by Terence Rattigan is an old favorite  in
       England.   Supposedly  every  little  English hamlet with a theater
       company has performed it one time or another.  It is  a  David  and
       Goliath  story  or  one small boy against the British Admiralty.  A
       young naval cadet is accused of  stealing  a  five-shilling  postal
       order.  The boy maintains his innocence but is expelled from school
       nonetheless.   The  Admiralty  insists  they  need   only   satisfy
       themselves  of  his guilt.  The Winslow family supports the boy and
       resolutely demands  a  trial.   Meanwhile  somehow  the  case  gets
       national attention and the country is torn on the issue.

       David Mamet has adapted the play for the screen and has added  some
       generally  inconsequential  short  scenes around the original major
       scenes.  The major scenes all take place in  the  Winslow  mansion,
       which  means they are divorced from the action.  In a more standard
       film format, the storyteller would have the choice  of  showing  or
       not  showing  the  stealing  of  the postal order and the resulting
       trial.  A three-act stage play has too much territory to  cover  to
       have  a  scene  at  the  school or in a courtroom.  After the first
       scene in which we find the boy  has  been  accused  of  the  crime,
       suddenly  and  jarringly  we  jump  forward months and the issue is
       already a national controversy.  How such a minor issue could  have
       become  so  important  is totally lost.  Most films would have many
       scenes covering the interim.  And perhaps in Britain what  happened
       might  also  be  common knowledge.  Here it appears like there is a
       great whopping chunk of missing narrative.  One woman  near  me  in
       the  audience was convinced for a while that reels were being shown
       out of order because we had missed so much of the narrative.

       The actors are all playing people of the British upper crust.  They
       are people who have been trained to be dry and detached, even among
       their own  family.   This  makes  the  film  seem  rather  dry  and
       bloodless  though  one  has  a good idea what emotions are going on
       just under the surface.

       Guy Edwards plays the accused Ronnie Winslow  and  Nigel  Hawthorne
       plays the father who is so standoffish to the boy but is willing to
       let his family be destroyed rather than allowing what he accepts as
       a  false  accusation  stand.  Much like Dr. Stockmann in Ibsen's AN
       ENEMY OF THE PEOPLE, he clearly loves his family but is willing  to
       let  his  health  be  ruined  and  his  family  be destroyed over a
       principle.  The central characters however become  Rebecca  Pidgeon
       (of  Mamet's  THE  SPANISH PRISONER) as Catherine Winslow, Ronnie's
       older sister, and Jeremy Northam as Sir  Robert  Morton,  whom  the
       family  has  defend  Ronnie.   There is a definite romantic tension
       between them on the screen.  Both seem to recognize  an  attraction
       between  each  other but being oh-so-veddy-proper it always remains
       frustratingly just below the surface.

       That seems to be the problem with THE WINSLOW BOY.  There  is  just
       too  much  following  of rules.  The two main characters cannot get
       together; Mamet cannot show us the  most  dramatic  scenes  of  the
       Winslow  case.  The whole thing is so correct and reserved that the
       viewer feels a little cheated when all is said and done  (with  too
       much  on  the  screen  said  and  not enough done).  Mamet is to be
       commended for setting frustrating constraints on  himself  and  for
       sticking  with  them  at  the  expense  of dramatic impact.  But he
       probably should have  cheated  a  little  to  make  this  a  better
       narrative.   I rate THE WINSLOW BOY 6 on the 0 to 10 scale and a +1
       on the -4 to +4 scale.  [-mrl]

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

            Whoever is not a misanthrope at forty can never
            have loved mankind.
                                          -- Nicolas Chamfort