What a surprise. I didn’t expect much from The Midnight Meat Train, and I got what easily ranks as one of the better horror movies of the last few years. That might have something to do with the involvement of...By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/30 21:18
What a surprise. I didn’t expect much from The Midnight Meat Train, and I got what easily ranks as one of the better horror movies of the last few years. That might have something to do with the involvement of a) Clive Barker as the author of the story it was based on, and b) Ryuhei Kitamura as director. Apparently he wasn’t the first choice for the chair, but you could have fooled me. He understands the real impact of a horror movie is after you leave the theater, not just while you’re watching it.
Train is about Leon (Bradley Cooper), a photographer with an attraction to the seedy underbelly of the big city. One night he wards off a gang of thugs who’re about to attack a young woman in a subway. She thanks him, steps on her train—then turns up on the 11 o’clock news as a missing person. Leon goes back over his pictures and realizes he might have also taken pictures of her killer: a hulking giant of a man named Mahogany (Vinnie Jones). He’s a serial killer, cornering late-night riders on this particular train and beating them to death with a giant hammer reminiscent of a meat tenderizer.
On literary censorship in Hong Kong: Hong Kong Retailers Plan for One Holiday and Two Worlds - NYTimes.comTo me, the mere concept of literary censorship is on a par with things like medieval torture devices or female circumcision. And yet,...By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/30 00:14
On literary censorship in Hong Kong:
Rug Cop ought to have been funnier, but it feels too much like a test run. It’s a spoof of hard-boiled Japanese detective movies and TV shows, courtesy of Minoru Kawasaki (he of Executive Koala infamy), and while some of...By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/29 21:04
Rug Cop ought to have been funnier, but it feels too much like a test run. It’s a spoof of hard-boiled Japanese detective movies and TV shows, courtesy of Minoru Kawasaki (he of Executive Koala infamy), and while some of the spoofing is witty and wacky, a lot of it is just a bunch of skit concepts looking for a better home.
The concept’s giggle-worthy, anyway. Veteran detective Genda (Fuyuki Moto) is one of the best cops around, but he’s not taken very seriously due to his ill-fitting and immensely ugly hairpiece. Criminals that mess with him don’t get shot—they get his toupee flung at them, which hits with the power of a bullet and returns boomerang-style to its owner. He’s paired up with a cadre of other, equally oddball detectives—like, say, the fat one who can attack bad guys with rivers of his sweat—and they go after a terrorist who’s threatening to unleash an atomic bomb somewhere in Tokyo.
“Willfully perverse” was the adjective that came to mind again and again throughout Unlucky Monkey. It’s about a would-be bank robber, Yamazaki, dragged through one unbelievable stroke of luck—good, bad, and horrible—after another. By the end of the film he’s...By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/29 16:55
“Willfully perverse” was the adjective that came to mind again and again throughout Unlucky Monkey. It’s about a would-be bank robber, Yamazaki, dragged through one unbelievable stroke of luck—good, bad, and horrible—after another. By the end of the film he’s an empty husk, limping into oncoming traffic for speedy deliverance from any further indignity. I suspect most of the people watching would want to hurl themselves in after him.
Me, I was divided. On the one hand, Monkey was put together with consummate skill: it looks great, the acting is solid, and the director—Sabu, of Dangan Runner and Postman Blues, et al.—has a great sense of the absurd. On the other hand, there’s literally nothing else but absurdity at work here. It’s a lot like Scorsese’s underrated After Hours in both tone and logic (or lack of same), but that film had a curious kind of heart and soul to it, and this one just seems to find various ways to repeat the same few basic ideas until most everyone is dead.
For a while I've been trying to figure out how to get the Movies and Books sections of this site to have alpha-sorted listings with library-style alphabetization -- in other words, so that titles starting with "A/An/The" don't get sorted...By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/29 12:39
For a while I've been trying to figure out how to get the Movies and Books sections of this site to have alpha-sorted listings with library-style alphabetization -- in other words, so that titles starting with "A/An/The" don't get sorted on those words. I thought about creating a plugin to do this, since there's no native sort order of that variety in Movable Type, but instead I went with a template solution. It's not all that slow, and since I have these alpha indexes built in the background, it doesn't matter.
I created a template with two loop blocks:
<mt:Entries><mt:setvarblock name="mytitle">''<mt:EntryBasename regex="s/^(a|an|the)_(.*)/$2/gi" />''|<mt:EntryID></mt:setvarblock><mt:setvar function="push" name="myarray" value="$mytitle"/></mt:Entries>
<mt:loop name="myarray" sort_by="value">
<mt:setvarblock name="itemid"><mt:var name="__value__" regex="s/''(.*)?''\|(.*)/$2/gi"></mt:setvarblock>
<mt:entries id="$itemid" limit="1">
<$mtinclude module="Entry Listing"$>
The first loop block (the mt:Entries block) creates a list of all the available entries for the category in question, transforms them with a regex so that the name has "A/An/The" stripped out, combines the name with its entry ID in a consistent way that's easy for a regex to re-extract, and builds an array out of them. The elements in the array look like this:
''28 Days Later''|2187
''A Time To Live And A Time To Die''|2402
The second loop takes the array, sorts it, extracts the ID number for the entry, and uses that to generate all the relevant information about the entry (its real name, for instance). The Entry Listing module is an include I used to display the entry name and some additional data (e.g., whether or not there's video on the web available for it).
I was originally going to use a hashtable instead of an array, but this turned out to be easier for me to wrap my head around at this stage of the game.
NOTE: In the above code examples I've inserted linebreaks for readability. I strongly recommend stripping those out before using this in a production environment.
Those of you with LiveJournal accounts probably heard about the recent little (cough) issue they had where a piece of cross-site scripting malware started trashing people's posts and infecting folks by jumping from one friend's list to the other. Frankly,...By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/29 10:32
Those of you with LiveJournal accounts probably heard about the recent little (cough) issue they had where a piece of cross-site scripting malware started trashing people's posts and infecting folks by jumping from one friend's list to the other.
Frankly, at first, I thought it was my own damn fault. I use a custom MT script to post to LJ, and I was worried that -- along with my MT installation -- had gotten infected.
I don't know who to blame more: LJ, the browser makers, or the scum who concoct such vile things; for this they deserve to have their fingers yanked off and fed to the Choking Doberman. (I give the LJ admins credit for owning up to this being someone's malicious code, and not trying to spin it as the botched rollout for some goofus feature or other.)
I do know this is a perfect example of why I don't trust the Web. Not in the sense that I won't use it for anything (I mean, durr, I have a blog), but that I don't trust it -- I don't assume the people on the other end know best, or even half the time know what's going on. I use LJ as an echo account for exactly this reason -- it's not something I rely on for anything. At least with my own blog I have a smidge more control and can exercise that much more under-the-hood scrutinousness.
And people wonder why I hate Facebook and Twitter, too.
How's this for a few flavors of awesome? A shout-out from none other than Roger Ebert himself. Go here and search on "Serdar". This made my day in all kinds of ways....By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/28 22:44
Tags: epic win
My NYAF report is up at AMN -- and it's the last piece I'm doing for them of that size. After this the only things I'll be writing for them are reviews of material that I was already covering (like...By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/28 00:20
My NYAF report is up at AMN -- and it's the last piece I'm doing for them of that size. After this the only things I'll be writing for them are reviews of material that I was already covering (like Black Jack), but no new series. I'm going to be focusing on building up Genji Press -- both the site and the books under that imprint.
On a side note, I found a good way to deal with uploading a whole slew of images to Flickr without driving yourself bonkers.
1. Install the Flickr Uploadr utility, if you haven't already.
2. (Optional but useful) Set Uploadr to resize everything to, say, 1600 pixels across.
3. Open images in an image browser that has some kind of right-click Open With shell-integration function. Windows Live Photo Gallery is just about perfect for this (and was what I used for this whole process).
4. Browse. When you get to an image you like, right-click on it and select Open With, and then select Uploadr as the target.
5. Each image selected in this fashion will be added to the current batch of Flickr images, and you can then go back to the image browser app without losing context.
This way you don't have to go back and forth between the browser and the Uploadr, and can upload tons of images much more efficiently.
Over at GigaOm there’s a piece that outlines three simple rules for making a hit video-game movie. Have it resemble an existing movie genre; put a hot chick in the lead; and keep the budget reasonable. Onéchambara sticks religiously to...By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/24 22:40
Over at GigaOm there’s a piece that outlines three simple rules for making a hit video-game movie. Have it resemble an existing movie genre; put a hot chick in the lead; and keep the budget reasonable. Onéchambara sticks religiously to that tripitaka. It didn’t cost a lot, it ties into the whole post-apoc zombie-hunt genre (yes, it’s a genre unto itself now, deal with it), and it sports a bikini-clad, katana-swinging Eri Otoguro in the title role. Bullseye.
And yet, somehow, Onéchambara doesn’t quite have the same insane electricity as all the original and even lower-budget cult-midnight properties spewing out of Japan’s slit-open cinematic underbelly right now. After Machine Girl and Tokyo Gore Police and Oh! My Zombie Mermaid and all the rest of them, Onéchambara almost feels like it’s playing it safe. That could be due to any number of things. The fact that it’s a video game adaptation, for one: maybe they ran the risk of fan wrath if they didn’t include this or that element in it, and they had to shortchange real creativity for being faithful to the source.
I have no shame. I admit it, openly and proudly: Tak Sakaguchi is excuse enough for me to see any movie. After Versus and Death Trance and Battlefield Baseball and all the rest of the stuff he’s been in, having...By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/23 20:34
I have no shame. I admit it, openly and proudly: Tak Sakaguchi is excuse enough for me to see any movie. After Versus and Death Trance and Battlefield Baseball and all the rest of the stuff he’s been in, having his name on a production draws me to it the way other people pick up the Merry Gentry novels. They’re delicious cinematic junk food: probably not good for me, but oh so good to me.
Samurai School, Sakaguchi’s first outing as both director and actor, is also junk food—but not quite as good to me (and a good deal not as good for me) as Trance, Versus, etc. For about half the time, though, it’s funny and witty and snide, a great skewering of the goofus manlier-than-manly / never-say-die shōnen manga philosophy. Then the second half succumbs to the very clichés it was making fun of. If we go by the junk-food analogy, the first half is dinner at White Castle and the second half is next day’s tummyaches. That said, at least the movie succumbs in style and give us a fun ride on the way down.
I've been moderating, or helping moderate, a couple of Internet communities for about ten years now. From very early on we had to find a way to deal with people who did a flamenco dance with the rules. You've seen...By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/23 16:09
I've been moderating, or helping moderate, a couple of Internet communities for about ten years now. From very early on we had to find a way to deal with people who did a flamenco dance with the rules.
You've seen this before, I'm sure. They'd stomp right up to the line, clash their heels together next to it, make a lot of noise, and then dance away again before getting thrown off. And they'd do this again and again, with just enough time between incidents to allow even the hottest tempers to cool down.
Unfortunately for them, we took notes. We let our note-taking be our elephant's memory and remind us that these guys were old hands at disturbing the peace. It didn't take Solomon to see they were rather nihilistic in their behavior: they just wanted to get people on their side, throw their bombs and run. Never mind if everything else burned, including things they themselves had to work for (inasmuch as people like that worked for anything, and didn't simply demand it).
I grew quickly familiar with their playbook. I grew even more quickly tired of it. They attacked rules that had been set up for the populace's general benefit. They suggested unworkable alternatives, and then threw fits when they didn't get their way. They staged demonstrations of solidarity for oppressed brethren (really stupid when you realize they were talking about a chatroom and not, say, lunch-counter segregation). Most annoying was the smirking insinuation, the "I'm just saying"-style innuendo where they could say something inflammatory (and even claim credit for being inflammatory amongst their peers) without ever having to take the real brunt of the responsibility for having said it.
They loved using passive-aggressive tactics to their advantage. The most infuriating for me was the "I'm just saying" ploy -- or sometimes, "I'm just asking". No, you are never just asking. You are asking, period, and if you ask, an answer may well come. Sometimes that answer will not be what you want to hear. But if you can't deal with that, then for god's sake, don't play this game.
I soon learned the definition of the word casuistry outside of a theological context. For those of you who just reached for the dictionary, it's when you use what looks like heavy logic to mislead people. The casuistrists-in-training posted more than one multi-'graf screed about this or that to the main message board -- never because they actually wanted to broaden the discussion, always with the express purpose of getting us to do something intemperate. Somehow we managed not to blow our stacks at this tripe, if only because we knew that would put us in the same class as them.
Eventually most of the worst offenders and their yes-men were kicked off for keeps, or got sick of us not rising to their fight and stormed off in a huff. And then by some amazing coincidence, the amount of internecine conflict throughout the site dropped to almost zero.
What I couldn't stand most about those folks was not even the way they baited authority -- that's something we all do at some point, I guess, and then grow out of. What I resented most was the way every argument -- especially arguments that needed to be had, that were vitally important to the community -- were turned by them into dishonest ploys. They were ruining chances for other people, perfectly good people, to ask the same questions without passive-aggressive front-loading ("I'm just asking") and get straight answers. They also made it very difficult to flat-out boot them without having their cronies erupt in screams of "censorship" or "oppression", two words I have seen abused so thoroughly that they now carry almost no weight outside of a historical context.
I don't mind an argument. It's an argument in bad faith that I hate. Or, as my experience showed, an argument in no faith at all.
From Asakiyume mita - translation from your mind to the page ... what you think you're conveying with your words isn't necessarily what the reader's apprehending. That's the whole reason for giving your story to some beta readers before you...By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/22 23:15
... what you think you're conveying with your words isn't necessarily what the reader's apprehending. That's the whole reason for giving your story to some beta readers before you send it out into the wide world--they test it out for you, and you can tell from their reaction whether your words did what you wanted them to do.
For a long time, this was easily the worst problem I had as a writer, hands down. I was trying so hard to be "subtle" and not do things that I thought amounted to clobbering the reader over the head that I wound up conveying no useful information to them at all.
Them: "I didn't get it."
Me: "What's not to get?"
Me: "Um -- wait. How could you not see that XXX was YYY and ZZZ?"
Them: "Because you didn't put it on the page."
And after I finished sulking and assuming they were Idiots Who Didn't Appreciate Me, I'd re-read and see they were right. Whatever it was I had been meaning to say had somehow gone unsaid the whole time. Saying just enough is far harder than saying nothing or everything. Fortunately that's why there are these things called rewrites.
Although, again, it took yet another bit of painful growing-up to actually want to go back to things I'd written and polish them. It was very easy, for a long time, to be ruled by the impulse to just dash on ahead and never look back because it was simply too awful to see how badly I'd screwed up.
I'm surrounded by shelves in here, but there sits to my immediate right a shelf which is specifically for books that I have read and which I have yet to write about. As of right now, it looks like this:...By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/22 10:52
I'm surrounded by shelves in here, but there sits to my immediate right a shelf which is specifically for books that I have read and which I have yet to write about. As of right now, it looks like this:
Some of the books in that pile have been there for a dismayingly long time. Red Colored Elegy, Sayonara Gangsters, and especially The Scarlet Gang of Asakusa -- I've been trying to find something coherent to say about them for months now, and every time I've opened up a document and started to type, all that's come out has been either babbling fanboy gush or meandering jargon.
It's far harder to say something meaningful about a work you admire enormously, or which demands that you drop some of your typical defenses and approach the work on new terms. And sometimes you just come up empty: I've been trying to write something good about the other Yoko Tsuno books for a long time (sorry, Cinebook, I'll do it soon, I promise!), and each time I come up with something I end up deep-sixing it out of shame. Not good enough, I tell myself. Too trite, too contrarian, too this or too that. I also hate doing capsule reviews (probably gonna be my undoing) -- there just doesn't feel like much that can be said in a graf without being redundant.
What I've found is best, ironically enough, is not to think very much about the process beforehand. Put the book in front of you, open Word, type something. Roll forward from there. Maybe the fifth graf will become the first one, it doesn't matter. As long as something is coming out, you can shape it.
I'm curious about the way people create obstructions in their minds. I suspect over the last couple of years I've built up a resistance of sorts to being casual and chatty about the work I love, because I feel like that doesn't do justice to it. I hated Twitter and Facebook for those reasons: they forced you to reduce everything to blurbs and one-liners. Conversations are reduced to countercharges. I've resisted this kind of talk for a long time because it seems to make nuance impossible. On the other hand, it also makes for splendid blurbsmanship, the art of which is hard to ignore when everyone else's time is what you need most.
Otsuichi (乙一) writes his name with the characters for strange and one, and “strange” is certainly a good adjective for the stories in Zoo. These pieces fall somewhere between Rod Serling at his gotcha! best and the daymare world of...By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/20 23:33
Otsuichi (乙一) writes his name with the characters for strange and one, and “strange” is certainly a good adjective for the stories in Zoo. These pieces fall somewhere between Rod Serling at his gotcha! best and the daymare world of OMNI-era Orson Scott Card as shown in “Breathing Lessons”, or “Had I Died A Thousand Deaths”. At their best, the stories in Zoo hit either one of those marks, but the misfires—and, yes, there are a few of them here—simply land with a hollow clink.
This is not the first of Otsuichi’s material to be translated into English, but it may well be the highest-profile release of his to date. It’s been published under the Haikasoru imprint, a VIZ sublabel specializing in popular literary works in translation from Japan—the same folks who gave us the excellent All You Need Is Kill a while back. Zoo isn’t quite in the same caliber as that novel, if only because it’s a collection and like all collections the pieces can vary wildly. The good pieces in Zoo, however, are more than worth saving.
Toyoji hasn’t done much since he got out of the army. He wanders around the little village where he’s currently bumming favors off people, still wearing his old soldier’s jacket, trying to get lucky wherever he can. He’s grown fond...By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/20 16:54
Toyoji hasn’t done much since he got out of the army. He wanders around the little village where he’s currently bumming favors off people, still wearing his old soldier’s jacket, trying to get lucky wherever he can. He’s grown fond of Seki, a woman some twenty-plus years his senior—although she’s married to Gisaburo, the rickshaw driver, and has children of her own. All the same, he’s got an eye for her, and it’s not hard to see why: Seki’s got the body of a woman many years younger. And from what we can see, maybe the libido of one as well.
Her husband doesn’t give her much to be happy about. He’s drunk most of the time, and doesn’t show any interest in having the kids go to school (a relatively new innovation in the Japan of the 1890s). One day Toyoji’s flirtations turn to all-out sexual aggression, and soon he and Seki are sharing a mattress fairly regularly. Then he makes a demand of her: Kill the old bastard and get him out of the way. Do that and we’ll be able to live together like a real married couple. Scared and nervous, she helps him strangle Gisaburo, dumps his body in a disused well some miles away, and makes up some story about her husband heading to the big city to make more money. Finally, Gisaburo’s ghost shows up, hounding Seki into horrified remorse—and then, later on, looming over Toyoji too.
Mr. Tamura is one of the hardest-working people in his company. He’s been burning midnight oil for months on end to get a crucial joint venture lined up with a Korean outfit. He’s uneasy about the fact that his wife...By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/20 00:50
Mr. Tamura is one of the hardest-working people in his company. He’s been burning midnight oil for months on end to get a crucial joint venture lined up with a Korean outfit. He’s uneasy about the fact that his wife disappeared two years ago, but takes comfort in the fact that his current girlfriend loves him dearly. Then one morning two detectives show up at his job and coldly inform him that his girl was murdered last night, and all the signs point to him being the culprit.
Tamura’s appalled, but staunchly declares his innocence. It doesn’t help that he himself has been carrying around a great deal of doubt about his own sanity, and has been visiting a psychiatrist to help deal with the tangle of emotions inside of him. The police tail him, put pressure on him—and soon Tamura’s sanity and life unravel like someone pushed the Biggest Ball of Twine In The World (from Cawker City, Kansas) down a steep hill.
And Mr. Tamura is a koala.
Those of you interested in the Summer of the Ubume should check out this terrific overview of the series -- and its attendant movie(s), and its anime adaptation! -- over at Iwa ni Hana. Note that there are some...By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/18 17:35
Those of you interested in the Summer of the Ubume should check out this terrific overview of the series -- and its attendant movie(s), and its anime adaptation! -- over at Iwa ni Hana. Note that there are some spoilers, so if you haven't read the books yet, you may want to just glance at the images and take in the first graf or two for flavor.
From AICN Anime: Four classic works of Japanese literature will be adapted into the 12-episode Aoi Bungaku (Blue Literature) anime television series, set to premier on October 10. Adaptated works include:Osamu Dazai’s No Longer Human (Ningen Shikkaku) Run, Melos! (Hashire,...By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/18 16:45
From AICN Anime:
Four classic works of Japanese literature will be adapted into the 12-episode Aoi Bungaku (Blue Literature) anime television series, set to premier on October 10.
Manga artist Takeshi Obata (Death Note) is involved with the anime versions of Osamu Dazai's No Longer Human (Ningen Shikkaku) and Soseki Natsume's Kokoro.
Obata also drew the illustrations of Ryunosuke Akutagawa's Hell Screen (Jigoku Hen), but Bleach manga creator Tite Kubo will be involved with the anime version of that novel.
Manga creator Takeshi Konomi (The Prince of Tennis) will be involved with Dazai's Run, Melos! (Hashire Melos), which was already made into a 1981 animated television special and a 1992 animated film.
Akira Kurosawa. Criterion. A box set. The Digital Bits: Celebrating Film on Disc - DVD & Blu-ray The Bad Sleep Well (1960), Dodes'ka-den (1970), Drunken Angel (1948), The Hidden Fortress (1958), High and Low (1963), I Live in Fear (1955),...By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/18 00:26
Akira Kurosawa. Criterion. A box set.
The Bad Sleep Well (1960), Dodes'ka-den (1970), Drunken Angel (1948), The Hidden Fortress (1958), High and Low (1963), I Live in Fear (1955), The Idiot (1951), Ikiru (1952), Kagemusha (1980), The Lower Depths (1957), Madadayo (1993), The Men Who Tread on the Tiger's Tail (1945 - new to DVD), The Most Beautiful (1944 - new to DVD), No Regrets for Our Youth (1946), One Wonderful Sunday (1947), Rashomon (1951), Red Beard (1965), Sanjuro (1962), Sanshiro Sugata (1943 - new to DVD), Sanshiro Sugata, Part II (1944 - new to DVD), Scandal (1950), Seven Samurai (1954), Stray Dog (1949), Throne of Blood (1957) and Yojimbo (1961)
Notice anything missing?
It's worth noting that of the Kurosawa's complete filmography, only The Quiet Duel (1949), Dersu Uzala (1975), Ran (1985), Dreams (1990) and Rhapsody in August (1991) are missing from this set. The U.S. release rights to each is owned by other studios as follows: The Quiet Duel (BCI/Eclipse), Dersu Uzala (Kino), Ran (Wellspring/Genius Products/now Vivendi??), Dreams (Warner) and Rhapsody in August (MGM). All are currently available on DVD separately.
Methinks the whole fiasco of Ran on Blu-ray is turning into a textbook example of how a creative work can become nothing more than a shuttlecock to be bounced back and forth between various corporate concerns. Greenwich/Herald, Orion, Fox, FoxLorber, Wellspring, Weinstein, Studio Canal, Vivendi ... break out the Dramamine.
How's this for a hook? A manuscript by C.G. Jung, long unseen, is now finally appearing in print and may change forever the way Jungian psychology has been conducted and considered. Magazine Preview - Carl Jung and the Holy Grail...By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/17 21:33
How's this for a hook? A manuscript by C.G. Jung, long unseen, is now finally appearing in print and may change forever the way Jungian psychology has been conducted and considered.
Color me wildly curious. The pricetag is rather prohibitive, but my wife and I are both fascinated by it. Maybe we can split the tab between us...
It's been a slightly frustrating week, technologically speaking. But the frustrations have balanced out nicely. Problem #1: The fan on my notebook died. This wouldn't be so bad if it weren't brand-new -- a Sony VGN-CS160J which I bought back...By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/17 14:42
It's been a slightly frustrating week, technologically speaking. But the frustrations have balanced out nicely.
Problem #1: The fan on my notebook died.
This wouldn't be so bad if it weren't brand-new -- a Sony VGN-CS160J which I bought back in January or so.
I've generally been happy with the quality of Sony's hardware: this is the fifth notebook I've purchased by them. The first was in 2002, when my then-already-ancient Dell-clone book suffered a header and the display cracked. Said Sony lasted four years, and was only replaced when the hinge on the display started to go (along with the display wiring). My wife liked what she saw and bought the next-largest model. That machine is still running, although she's since bought a replacement for it as well.
I fired up Sony's help page and found a note posted last week about issues with the fan on the CS series. Plus this little gem:
As a part of our commitment to quality, for any customer who requires replacement of the cooling fan due to this issue, Sony will provide a free repair for an additional 12 months beyond the standard limited 12 month warranty (24 months total) for fan replacement.
H'm! says I. I called the repair center. They found my information in a trice, took down the machine's service tag number, and put me in the queue to set up a repair appointment.
I've been impressed with the quality of Sony's customer care before, but everything I'm seeing from them now has been superlative. Their notebooks may be that much pricier, but they wear like iron and you get treated like an actual customer when you have a problem.
If all goes well I might have the notebook fixed in time for NYAF, which would be downright spiffy.
Problem #2: A new drive on my PC was behaving strangely.
A friend of mine sent over a gift of a couple of spare drives: a 1 TB and a 500 GB drive. The actual drive-cloning and installation process was a snap (some more notes about that here), and I got booted back up and running in no time.
Then I heard it: click-click-click.
I'd heard sounds like that before, from a pair of 160GB Western Digital drives that turned out to be defective and had to be RMAed. Any drive that makes a click that sounds like insects slamming themselves against a window is either on the verge of death or suffering from some kind of transient defect that you don't want coming between you and your data. SMART stats came up empty, as did the system log. (I've since found that such things are almost worthless when it comes to diagnosing the kinds of things that can really kill a drive.)
There was a 2nd 1 TB drive in the same carton, originally intended for another friend. I dug that one out, imaged the original over to it, and booted it. No clicking.
My friend is sending me a replacement. So far he's competing neck-and-neck with Sony in the customer care department.
Lars von Trier's Antichrist (trailer here) is turning out to be this year's Irreversible -- the movie you hate or love, or love to hate, or hate loving because you love what it hates showing you so lovingly in such...By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/15 20:06
Lars von Trier's Antichrist (trailer here) is turning out to be this year's Irreversible -- the movie you hate or love, or love to hate, or hate loving because you love what it hates showing you so lovingly in such hateful detail.
[... I pause for a moment while contemplating the fact that I just typed all that with a straight face.]
I'm really not sure what to make of von Trier. I've seen Breaking the Waves and Dancer in the Dark, and could not bring myself to write coherent reviews of either of them. They were both masterfully made -- "well-made" has become one of those praising with faint damnation type of remarks -- but they were so determined to get an emotional reaction, any reaction, that they didn't care if the reaction was aimed at the movie, at von Trier, at whatever. I resented that, because under von Trier's spurious emotional attacks I suspected there were some pretty good movies.
There was also a good deal of the M word, misogyny, being thrown around. This I find hard to swallow, if only because I think the most unapologetically misogynist films I've seen are the ones that have contempt for women while pretending not to -- Sex and the City, or The Devil Wears Prada, are two of the big contenders. (Something tells me I'm going to end up writing an essay about that before too long.)
I'm faintly surprised, then, that I'm looking forward to Antichrist. Not because I'm a masochist and enjoy subjecting myself to emotional violence, but because for all his flaws von Trier is at least following his own muse even if it leads him clean off a cliff. I'd rather see someone fail spectacularly than play it safe ... as long as they don't use that as an excuse to turn in inferior work.
“As if I ain’t got trouble enough,” sneered Keith Dobson, and then blam—the speakers on my little Sharp brand boombox rattled like someone was raking them with a wire brush. Not that far from the truth, if the rumors were...By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/15 01:04
“As if I ain’t got trouble enough,” sneered Keith Dobson, and then blam—the speakers on my little Sharp brand boombox rattled like someone was raking them with a wire brush. Not that far from the truth, if the rumors were true about how World Domination Enterprises achieved that shearing, sheet-metal guitar sound: by smashing their guitars to pieces and then bolting them back together. Come to think of it, that would make such a move predate Dragon Eye Morrison’s similar speaker-cone-tearing stunt in Electric Dragon 80.000 V by a good fifteen years or so.
WDE were neither the first nor the last band I discovered thanks to WFMU, but they probably rank as one of the two or three noisiest. (#1 slot: Missing Foundation.) The station didn’t come in all that great—they were in East Orange, I was in Teaneck, and the antenna on my radio had suffered a header and didn’t telescope out anymore. Most everything I taped off the air from them was sputtered with a patina of static, but when you were dealing with a band that sounded like a punk drum section providing support for a mixmaster who’d plopped a guitar on his turntable and was raking the needle across the strings, that only made them sound all the better. Dobson didn’t even sound like he was playing that guitar, he sounded like he was letting things escape from it.
Today's bit o' the dharma: Inspiration is perspiration. Anyone who waits around for lightning to strike -- instead of say, getting their butt outside during a thunderstorm -- is kidding themselves. To wit: From the essential kit - “I wonder...By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/14 23:39
Today's bit o' the dharma: Inspiration is perspiration. Anyone who waits around for lightning to strike -- instead of say, getting their butt outside during a thunderstorm -- is kidding themselves.
... One does not produce a web comic two days a week for two and a half years by awaiting inspiration. One does not do hundreds of illustrations in three months for one’s book by awaiting inspiration. One just works until one’s brain is numb.
Here’s the other thing I find about inspiration: most of the time, it’s not enough. ... I suspect this is where a lot of wanna-be writers say something to the effect of “the muse has left me” and are distracted by a new bright shiny idea which drags them down another three or eight chapters before petering out.
You can’t do that, as a professional. You’ve got to be able to finish the work even when you’re tired of it.
There were days when I did not want to look at Tokyo Inferno, because I did not know how to face it at all. I felt like I had gotten myself into something too obscure to handle properly. I also knew the best way to tackle that was to do the research needed, and maybe make some mistakes along the way. Someday the mistakes I didn't catch on my own will be pointed out to me, and I'll fix them, and that'll be that.
But one way or another, I got it done. I finished it, cleaned it up, printed it, put it out there. I'd done it four other times before. There was nothing stopping me from doing it again, was there? Well, other than the fact that it's always easy to distract yourself.
You can’t make a cult film. They just sort of happen. Killing Machine wants with every ounce of its blurry, pixilated self to be a cult classic, but desire isn’t enough. It has a decently interesting idea—Tetsuo: The Iron Man...By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/14 23:28
You can’t make a cult film. They just sort of happen. Killing Machine wants with every ounce of its blurry, pixilated self to be a cult classic, but desire isn’t enough. It has a decently interesting idea—Tetsuo: The Iron Man meets teenaged prostitution in Korea—but I’ve seen movies made in friend’s basements that were better than this. In fact, I’ve seen movies made in friend’s bathrooms that were better than this.
The story’s simple(minded). A girl in high school turns tricks at night for extra money. One of her regular customers is also one of her teachers. She’s also in love with him. She gets on his bad side one night when she entertains one of her clients in front of his mother’s house. Her punishment for this is to be blown apart with a shotgun and then sawed into pieces by three giggling goons. Some other people stitch her back together and turn her into an assassin as per La Femme Nikita. She then goes gunning for the goons and her teacher. They die. You now have an hour of your life back.
Three words.Versus on Blu-ray.Do I need to say anything else? Other than that the movie itself is classic....By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/13 23:45
Do I need to say anything else? Other than that the movie itself is classic.
Courtesy of Tanya Huff; file this one under tough love. The whole thing is worth reading; the excerpts are just what caught my attention the most. The tone of the piece is, admittedly, on the snide side -- but after...By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/13 18:15
Courtesy of Tanya Huff; file this one under tough love. The whole thing is worth reading; the excerpts are just what caught my attention the most.
The tone of the piece is, admittedly, on the snide side -- but after having my own time wasted by wannabes, I empathize completely with the position he takes.
[Here is] an ugly truth about many aspiring screenwriters: They think that screenwriting doesn't actually require the ability to write, just the ability to come up with a cool story that would make a cool movie. Screenwriting is widely regarded as the easiest way to break into the movie business, because it doesn't require any kind of training, skill or equipment. Everybody can write, right? And because they believe that, they don't regard working screenwriters with any kind of real respect. They will hand you a piece of inept writing without a second thought, because you do not have to be a writer to be a screenwriter.
... It rarely takes more than a page to recognize that you're in the presence of someone who can write, but it only takes a sentence to know you're dealing with someone who can't.
(By the way, here's a simple way to find out if you're a writer. If you disagree with that statement, you're not a writer. Because, you see, writers are also readers.)
As you can guess, this applies to far more than just screenwriting. As someone in the comments said, "the more hopeless the would-be-writer is, the worst they take the news." (The comments, by the way, are divided between people applauding Josh for speaking truth to idiots, and the idiots who think Josh wrote this article because he's a blowhard who wants to show off the size of his reading pile. Or the idiots who think Josh is a hack because he gasp ADAPTED SOMEONE ELSE'S WORK shudder.)
Is it possible to be endeared by a movie because it is flawed and frustrating? I’ve grappled with that question before, and now with Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence I’m forced to deal with it all over again. Here is...By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/12 19:42
Is it possible to be endeared by a movie because it is flawed and frustrating? I’ve grappled with that question before, and now with Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence I’m forced to deal with it all over again. Here is a film that should not work at all, since its flaws are numerous and discouraging. It’s distracting when you’re watching it, but it lingers in the mind long after it’s over, and in the end it goes straight from being inexplicable to a near-masterpiece without touching any steps between.
The film works, I think, because of some strange alchemy between all the elements that went into it. The director was Nagisa Oshima, he of In the Realm of the Senses but also many other films that do not bring to mind the sense they were helmed by the same man. Here, he adapted a novel about the British in Japanese captivity in WWII, Laurens van der Post’s The Seed and the Sower. The novelty of a Japanese director tackling this material is one thing, but Oshima is more interested in the emotional struggles between the characters than he is in making statements about Japan’s collective behavior during the war. There is both individual and collective guilt here, but the movie is focused firmly on the people.
In a book review in the Times today: Book Review - 'Why Are Jews Liberals?,' by Norman Podhoretz - Review - NYTimes.com I always felt the current political spectrum of conservative-to-progressive made little sense. Let's organize it this way: on...By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/12 12:15
I always felt the current political spectrum of conservative-to-progressive made little sense. Let's organize it this way: on one side, you have the folks who actually want to talk about the issues in an informed way, broker compromises, move things forward. On the other, you have the people who seem to take pride in being stupid as furniture, who measure their value in how much noise they can make and not in what actual policies they can get enacted, who don't want to be told anything they don't already think they know.
Let me get this part out of the way. Is Yo-Yo Girl Cop a good movie? No. For god’s sake, look at the title. Yo-Yo Girl Cop. Come to think of it, forget the title; look at the artwork. Whoever...By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/12 00:44
Let me get this part out of the way. Is Yo-Yo Girl Cop a good movie? No. For god’s sake, look at the title. Yo-Yo Girl Cop. Come to think of it, forget the title; look at the artwork. Whoever said you can’t judge a book by its cover was lying.
But is the movie fun? Well, yeah. It features a schoolgirl clobbering on bad guys with a high-tech version of the titular child’s toy. And with those few words, I suspect I’ve allowed the majority of the audience for this flick to select itself. Go knock yourselves out.
For those not in the loop, Sukeban Deka—the original title for Cop in its native Japan—goes way back. Girl’s comic creator Shinji Wada penned a fairly epic set of adventure stories about teen jailbird Saki Asamiya, drafted into the service of various eminences grises as their way into a heart of criminal darkness where no grown man (or woman) can go: high school. A live-action TV show, a series of movies, and an animated adaptation all followed suit. And now Kenta-son-of-Kinji Fukasaku has stepped up with this version, updated for the 21st century but with many of the same basic conceits intact.
Curious, this. Ebert's comments about Lars von Trier's movie Antichrist lead me to think the film has the same worldview as Berserk. Von Trier's original intention, it's said, was to reveal at the end that the world was created by...By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/11 15:37
Von Trier's original intention, it's said, was to reveal at the end that the world was created by Satan, not God: That evil, not goodness, reigns ascendant. His finished film reflects the same idea, but not as explicitly. The title "Antichrist" is the key. This is a mirror world. It is a sin to lose Knowledge rather than to eat of its fruit and gain it.
Those of you who haven't gotten that far into Berserk yet (the manga, that is) might not understand how this fits together. Google for a wiki entry or three, and you'll get the answer -- although, by Miura's own admission, the whole thing is a bit of a spoiler.
One other thing that does come to mind: do Miura or von Trier subscribe to the worldview portrayed? It's hard to determine if Miura does; he's not as much of a publicity hound as von Trier. Come to think of it, that right there might be our answer. It also brought to mind this comment from the above:
when Bergman declared God a spider I believed him with all my heart. When the bells rang at the end of Breaking The Waves I felt like he was smirking at me.
Tokyo Inferno is now available immediately at Lulu.com. Go get it!I don't yet have copies in-house that can be signed, but as soon as I do there'll be an announcement to that effect. I'm waiting for the existing stock of...By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/11 11:32
I don't yet have copies in-house that can be signed, but as soon as I do there'll be an announcement to that effect. I'm waiting for the existing stock of books to come back from Dallas first.
If you want a taster before you take the plunge, go read it here.
On the plus side ... Being screwed out of a table (my fault, really) only slowed me down a little bit. Things got significantly better after Ronni Katz, the fine lady who was my table-neighbor last year, showed up. She...By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/09 10:03
On the plus side ...
Being screwed out of a table (my fault, really) only slowed me down a little bit. Things got significantly better after Ronni Katz, the fine lady who was my table-neighbor last year, showed up. She cheerfully agreed to share space with me this year, and so I set up shop and started selling.
By Saturday night Tokyo Inferno was completely sold out, and many copies of Weekend and Summerworld also flew out of my hands. Pravi (my brother from another motherland [Canada]) grabbed a copy of everything and handed me a $50 that I don't think I'm going to end up breaking until I go to the bank.
Detroit Metal City seemed to be the predominant theme this weekend. Aside from watching a few episodes of it the first night -- the show is funny enough that I gagged on my own tongue more than once -- R2 and Ally and the rest of the LARP crew spent most of Saturday afternoon getting DMC costumes on, and attracting more than a little attention. The photos speak for themselves.
We also caught a screening of the live-action movie, which was a pretty good feature-length reduction of most of the ideas in the comic and the show. The Gene Simmons cameo is way too short, though -- I badly wanted to see him deliver that deathless line "This music's so gay I can barely keep my eyes open." Expect the whole thing Stateside a little later this year, I think.
Since most of my time was spent manning the table, and my budget's been kept correspondingly tight, I didn't spend a great deal of cash on anything. A pin here, a couple of books there (one for the flight home). I dropped most of my actual cash supply on food -- which is next to impossible not to do, since when you're at the hotel you're a captive audience and they can gouge you as they see fit. (Eight bucks for a bowl of soup? Cue Bill Cosby's rant about the cost of an egg in Las Vegas.)
Folks at the booth directly across from me had an Evangelion pachinko machine.
The best parts: The interviews. (Links coming.)
Another interview, with Greg Ayres, was cancelled -- he'd either left the con early or ... well, at this point I could just quote rumors, but that's crass. File under: No Idea What Happened.
The LARP was kicked to Sunday night, but more than worth waiting for. A wonderful time was had by all.
<bitching> The general tone for my flight out to Dallas was set when I struggled into the restroom at the tail of the plane and tried to get Business Done, only to be interrupted by someone jiggling the door handle....By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/09 09:51
The general tone for my flight out to Dallas was set when I struggled into the restroom at the tail of the plane and tried to get Business Done, only to be interrupted by someone jiggling the door handle.
"I'm in here!" I called out.
The door handle continued jiggling violently. I regretted that I have no extra appendages with which to jiggle the thing back. so I raised my voice: "I'm in here!"
The door handle continued jiggling and then the door rattled in its frame, as if -- no, not "as if", the idiot on the other side was indeed trying to yank the door open anyway. That or pick the lock.
"WAIT YOUR TURN!" I shouted as loud as I could.
Yank yankity yank yank clatter.
I finally gave up (concentration's shot, can't do anything now), climbed out, and shot the old man standing there the meanest stare I could muster. Hearing aids in both ears. Deaf as a tree stump, most likely. I've been told I have the patience of several saints rolled into one, but at that point the saints had all gone marching out.
The airplane A/C was cranked up brutally high. By the time we made our descent, I felt like someone had been shoving slivers of ice into my sinuses with a funnel rammed up my nose.
The guy two rows behind me was playing with his iPhone 's GPS and accelerometer while we were landing. (Yet another in the endless list of reasons why I despise iPhones: they attract idiot users like fluorescent lighting fixtures draw flies.)
The business center at the Hyatt was out of stamps. Nope, they didn't have a postage meter either. I gave them the package I needed mailed along with $5 to cover the cost of getting it properly stamped. Now watch it come back to me because the date on the international mailing label is wrong or something stupid like that.
The in-room coffee tasted weirdly foul. The coffee packets didn't appear to have date stamps on them, but I suspected they were stale.
Post-travel inventory: one splitting headache, one runny nose, and a few new cusswords in my vocabulary.
... On the plus side, the shuttlebus driver was a real sweetheart.
Some key bits of news courtesy of AICN Anime: Kodansha will be releasing Akira and Ghost in the Shell this fall. Dark Horse lost the rights to those titles a little while back, and I'd heard Kodansha was just going...By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/08 13:58
Some key bits of news courtesy of AICN Anime:
Kodansha will be releasing Akira and Ghost in the Shell this fall. Dark Horse lost the rights to those titles a little while back, and I'd heard Kodansha was just going to release them domestically on their own -- a good idea, since Dark Horse's localization of the former was apparently an English-relettered printing of a French translation. DH had a very good version of the latter out domestically, but I'm curious to see what the new version will be like and can probably compare notes. My guess is this will be cross-licensed through Del Rey but don't bank on it.
The live-action Akira is also back on the slate. I'm not holding my breath, even if the script is by Mark Fergus and Hawk Ostby, they of Children of Men. For the dozenth time, people, why remake something that isn't exactly in need of it?
Speaking of which, the Blu-ray of Ghost in the Shell 2.0 -- the remastered version of the original film with new FX &c -- just went up for pre-order. It's $20, which is a stupefyingly good price for such a piece of work.
Hm: "Death Note's Takeshi Obata is creating the designs for an anime adaptation of an unnamed 'literary masterpiece.'" I have no idea what that could be, but count me in anyway. Random guess: Tale of Genji? There was one such adaptation before, but it's only slightly less difficult to find than Ambrose Bierce's heat signature.
Ryū Murakami weighs in on Japan's belated coming-of-age:Op-Ed Contributor - Japan Comes of Age - NYTimes.com...By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/08 12:17
Ryū Murakami weighs in on Japan's belated coming-of-age:
In other news, I opted out of the Google Books settlement. Read why here....By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/02 11:22
In other news, I opted out of the Google Books settlement. Read why here.
With a title like I Am An S&M Writer, I expected some unbridled sleaze-pit. What I got was something far wittier and funnier than such a label would lead you to believe. It’s more in the vein of a black...By Serdar Yegulalp on 2009/09/01 12:33
With a title like I Am An S&M Writer, I expected some unbridled sleaze-pit. What I got was something far wittier and funnier than such a label would lead you to believe. It’s more in the vein of a black comedy of manners or an old-school bedroom farce than something like, oh, Flower and Snake.
Funny I should mention Flower and Snake, since both that and S&M Writer stem from the exact same source material: the novels of Oniroku Dan. Dan made a name for himself in Japan by writing BSDM-themed erotic fiction—some of it allegedly autobiographical, but who knows how much or to what end. A big chunk of his fame, or infamy rather, came from having his works adapted to or written specifically for the screen. For a while Nikkatsu Studios (the exploitation-picture kings of Japan) practically had a whole sub-industry devoted to churning out flicks based on his work. S&M Writer is far better than most of them simply by dint of being sincerely funny and not mean-spirited, and by telling us a story that’s more than just a run-through of someone else’s fetishes.
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