11.07.2001
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13 ghosts, each with its own little plot hole...
The following is the contents of two e-mails: one I received, one I sent. I have a *lot* of conversations like this with this particular friend... cf, ...What is Jerico? I know it's a city in the bible, and supposedly it got knocked down or something like that. If you could tell me what Jerico is and in what book to find it, I'd appreciate it. J--. J--, Um, apparently Jericho is the oldest town in the world. It goes back about 10,000 years, and is mentioned about a zillion times in the bible. They were good at doing stuff like contributing to the development of civilisation. They domesticated plants and animals about a millenium before the Egyptians or Mesopotamians, and they built the famous walls of Jericho about 4000 years before the first Egyptian pyramid poked its stubby peak into the sky. These days, jericho's a touristy resort, and it produces citrus fruits and dates. Jericho is 30 or 40 kilometres east of Jerusalem, in Palestine just above the Dead Sea. As for where to find the biblical references, Jericho's pretty much an Old Testament town. Joshua captured Jericho after Moses died. First, there were spies sent in (Josh. 2 : 1), then they took the town (Josh. 6 : 20). Um, it was later re-built (1 Kings 16 : 34). Hope this helps, cf ********** Yeah, okay, so the Origamist and I saw Thirteen ghosts to-night. More holes than a shipment of swiss, and the cheese metaphor *is* warranted. I won't ruin it for those of you who aren't put off by my scintillating review -- but there is one scene that is just too absurd, even for those weaned on the stupid drivel that the world's second largest film producing region pumps out so unstoppably. Now, The Shining was good. Really good. So good, in fact, that Neal Stevens and Richard D'Ovidio swiped a few pages from it while cobbling together their slapdash screenplay: The son of the family is zipping through dark corridors on one of those aluminium scooters that were everywhere last summer. If this seems overly derivative of Danny and his Big Wheel whipping down the corridors of the Overlook Hotel in Kubrick's masterpiece, that's because it is. Like Danny, Bobby is stopped by a breathy voice calling him by name. The voice implores him to go down into the basement to play, even as another begs him to stay safely upstairs, and yet another laughs with a certain abandon. Now, in 1980, Danny knew enough about the world to recognise that the ghostly twins asking him to come play represented some pretty tough juju, so he froze and covered his eyes like any normal, panic-stricken kid would. Not so Bobbysox. He picks up the scooter and goes down the stairs. Now, if I was a young boy being asked by a disembodied voice to go down into a dark-assed basement, and I was hearing manic laughter coming from the same place, I would *not* go down there. Most likely, my bowels would turn to water and I'd go squishing a brown streak all the way back to papa just about as fast as my floods could take me. And I would not need the warning being shouted at me by the *other* incorporeal voice. Why is it that Hollywood expects me to believe this dreck? Why am I being lead by the idiots in LA to believe that Americans do things that normally intelligent people would never, ever do? Sorry, this is just bad writing. Why did we spend the money? because it's Wednesday. Stadium seating and a three-storey screen for $5. ********** So, on our way to Cin�ma Guzzo to see the evening Schlock, we passed Place Vertu, where a sign read 'Arriv�e du P�re No�l le 17 Novembre.' We just sort of looked at the sign for a minute, then I took some pictures because it was just too absurd. I mean, that *is* more than a month before the big day, right? I dunno, we supposed it's because he's got to go all 'round the world, making costume changes for different countries; and still make the time to check his list twice. That must take pretty night on the whole year, so I guess we can't all sit on Santa Clause in the proper month. man, what a rough job, though.
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