Apr 052011
 

I Am Jackie Chan CoverJackie Chan was one of the biggest film stars in the 80′s and 90′s, famous for his face-paced and deliberately silly action films filled with incredible stunts. This autobiography was released in 1998 and covers his life up until his Hollywood breakthrough (Rush Hour).

His story starts in the poorer parts of Hong Kong, where his parents ended up after fleeing the Chinese civil war. His father managed to get a job at an embassy, eventually leading to a job in Australia. Always a rambunctious child, Jackie was left behind at a Chinese Drama Academy where, under the very struct tutelage of an aged master, he spent the next decade learning the skills of Chinese opera (including acrobatics and martial arts.) There was a lot of overlap between stage performance and the Hong Kong film industry, so the move to film was natural. The book chronicles his rise (with many setbacks) through the world of stuntmen as a callow youth, eventually maturing enough to star in and produce his own brand of infectious comedies that eventually earned him fame and fortune. Roll Credits.

Jackie Chan with Stephen Seagal
The book is fill with amusing photographs like this one. Who would win in fight?

It sounds suspiciously like one of his movies (pretty much all of his early films, at least.) Chan tells his story with broad brush strokes and much wit, and the result is certainly an entertaining read, but I never really got the feeling that it revealed much about the man. As a young man he admits to drinking and gambling to excess, and then all of a sudden he doesn’t. He finds first love, which her parents forbid. She dies years later, unmarried, and Jackie admits to secretly helping her out without her knowledge in a quick paragraph. His wife and child are briefly mentioned in a single chapter and then disappear. Part of this may be that Chan is a workaholic that is always on set, but people expecting a warts-and-all tome of introspection will be disappointed.

Nevertheless, I am Jackie Chan is an enjoyable and informative look into the Hong Kong film industry and the disappearing world of Chinese opera schools. And just like his films, the book ends with a blow-by-blow account of his worst stunt injuries – how is he still alive?

Highly recommended.

Dec 302010
 

Hollywood often takes flak for needlessly rushing out sequels and remakes of perfectly good films, which is why I applaud the recent trend of producing bewilderingly belated remakes (Clash of the Titans) and sequels (this) to frankly terrible films.

Tron certainly didn’t need a sequel. But what it lacked in plot and characterisation (and pacing, and coherence) it made up for with a strong visual and audio aesthetic. Nothing looked and sounded like Tron, it struck out in its own direction and its subsequent lack of commercial success ensured that nobody bothered to follow it. It stood proud and alone, an all-but forgotten time capsule of early CGI and 80′s computer slang.

Tron Flying Ship Thing

Tron Legacy is not a great film, but is does have some of the same styling has the original, perhaps wisely watered down for more popular appeal. It certainly looks fantastic, with sleek lines and imaginative action sequences. The characters are weak and the plot is simplistic, with an ending that is not so much telegraphed from the first act as teleconferenced with a detailed powerpoint presentation. But plot is not why people go to a Hollywood blockbuster, and Tron Legacy’s 2 hours feel like the drumsticks in KFC Quarter Packs – tasty and they pass quickly.

The credits say that the producers commissioned Daft Punk to write the soundtrack for Tron Legacy, but honestly it could have been other way around – Daft Punk’s whole career was basically an audition tape for this job. The traditional Daft Punk sound is augmented with an orchestra and it sounds great. Or maybe GREAT!, it sure is LOUD but a film this visual needs a strong soundtrack to go with it.

One of the things I am most enjoying about the recent crop of 3D movies is that directors are finally being forced to hold shots steady for more than 3 seconds. Action movies were becoming almost impossible to watch due to the incredibly fast cutting that seemed to be mandatory for any fight scene, it was bad enough in 2D but positively nauseating in three dimensions as audiences’ eyes struggled to keep up. Despite the excellent special effects, Tron Legacy looks very old fashioned in terms of shot length and placement, with all the action happening safely mid-field, something that my middle-aged eyes find refreshing.

According the the IMDB, the same director is readying a remake of another terrible film with a strong visual flare, The Black Hole, for deployment in 2012. I am almost looking forward to it… (hopefully they manage to recreate the insane original ending.)

Tron Legacy : Recommended if you can see it in 3D

Oct 192010
 

I note that Benoît Mandelbrot has died, this is something that I find saddens me more than it should. I never met the guy or actually read any of his works directly, only popular secondhand descriptions. But I suspect that I am not alone among my peers in having spent hours making programs to plot his set and then hours waiting for the damn thing to render.

Mandelbrot had the good fortune to publish his famous book just as bitmapped computer displays were becoming common in even cheep home computers. Suddenly anyone with a few hundred dollars and a rainy weekend could have a cutting-edge mathematical shape appear sloooowly line-by-line on their TV screens. And then they could select part of that image and zoom in. And zoom in again. And again. Forever, until they got bored or their computer ran out of floating-point precision. Nobody knew what it meant, but it seemed like magic.

Anyway, this is mainly an excuse to post Jonathan Coulton’s great song. It is a shame that the second verse is now out of date:


(view at youtube)

(bonus Internet points to the first person who mentions the mistake in the chorus)

While we are on the topic, my fractal sound applet is still online.

Oct 172010
 

By China Miéville

There has been a brutal murder, and it is up to the suitably jaded but dogged Inspector Tyador Borlú of the Extreme Crime Squad to investigate. But this case is different than most in the city of Besźel, as the crime was possibly somewhere else both close by and impossibly far away – Ul Qoma.

Besźel and Ul Qoma are two cities that occupy the same geographical location, literally intermingled in all senses except by the behaviour of their citizens. Some blocks and streets are totally in Besźel, some totally in Ul Quma, but many are "crosshatched" – belonging to both cities although under different names.

The inhabitants of each city are conditioned from birth to never interact with anything in the other city, carefully averting their gaze and ignoring ("unseeing") as much as possible the sights and sounds coming from the foreigners around them. Driving on crosshatched roads is a pretty hairy experience. Strict rules penalise anyone breaching the imaginary boundary between the two locations. In fact the crime of “breaching” is much worse than the murder Borlú is trying to solve – transgressors are quickly dragged off by mysterious figures, never to be seen again.

Solving this crime will take Borlú into the seedy underbelly of Besźel, where gangs nationalists opposed to even the slight contact between the cities struggle violently with unificationists who want to end the separation. But could the answer lie in Ul Qoma, a city with an underbelly of its own?

China Miéville showed a Dickens-esque ear for language in his excellent fantasy novels, and here he puts it to great use writing what is a great whodunit police procedural set in a slightly strange place. The City and The City is a genre piece, but the genre is gritty crime novel rather than fantasy and the book follows all the usual rules and doesn't cheat by introducing new rules at the last minute although, of course, misleading clues abound. There is very few good whodunit/fantasy crossovers and this is by far the best I have come across.

Reading around the Internet, I see that people have taken the split (or joined, depending on how you look at it) city as a metaphor for all sorts of things. Does unseeing represent class distinctions, racial separation, a method or Orwellian control, or something totally different? Miéville isn’t going to provide the answers in the book – the best allegories are those where no one has any idea what you are getting at, or even if you are getting at anything at all.

Highly recommended

Oct 042010
 

A book by Iain M. Banks set in his nigh-utopian “culture” society that features a strangely named misfit with a unique skill who gets manipulated into performing a mission of great danger and importance. Who could have guessed?

In this case, the weirdo is Jernau Morat Gurgeh, who is very,very good at games. So good that he the perfect choice to travel outside of the Culture to the Empire of Azad to play the greatest game he has encountered. The game is simply called Azad, and is based on (or forms the basis for) the tenets of the Empire’s society. Those that play the game well gain power, prestige, and government posts, even the emperor is selected this way. Those that play and lose fare badly. Azad (the game) is fantastically complex, so much so that actions that take place on the room-sized boards are supposed to represent the core philosophies of the players, making it a fantastically useful HR tool. Anyone who wants to get anywhere in Azad society devotes their lives to the study and practice of the game.

Although Jernau is only supposed to be the token Culture participant, he finds that his alien playing style confounds the natives and he does better than anyone predicted, although at a cost to his somewhat fragile psyche. Eventually, as he learns more about the game and Azad society in general (linked as they are), Jernau comes to believe he could go all the way to the final and play for the empire itself.

The Player of Games is one of Bank’s more approachable books, not having any of the stylistic or structural gimmicks of some of the other Culture novels. The story is pretty straight forward (there is a twist, but it is fairly transparent) but told in the usual imaginative style. The Azad are vividly described, seeing them through the eyes of somebody both living amongst them and playing against them is an interesting literary device. The book’s main point that games are a window into the soul of a society is well realized, if maybe a little heavy handed. But you know what you are getting yourself into when you pick up an Iain M Bank’s book, I suspect he types with concrete gloves.

Recommended if you like this sort of thing.
        

Sep 152010
 

The Whale Oil court case, where blogger Cameron Slater was charged with breaching suppression orders preventing the publication of identifying details of various people, has come to its inevitable conclusion. Judge Harvey convicted Slater on 8 of the 9 charges and fined him nearly $8000. The whole judgement has been posted on Kiwiblog, and it is an interesting read.

Mr. Slater has strong opinions on name suppression, some of which sound reasonable to me. Celebrities have been known to get permanent suppression when perhaps an unknown person would not. There are arguments for and against such occurrences, but I think the courts should err on the side of the public’s right to know what is going on. Certainly the vast majority of celebrity suppression orders should be lifted if the defendant is actually convicted.

On the other hand, Whale Oil has constantly railed against suppression in cases involving sexual abuse. It seems to me that in these cases, suppression quite sensibly protects the complainants as well as the accused. At least one of the cases involved sexual abuse of minors, a non-publication order around the facts of the case allows the police to do their job without unhelpful hysteria.

My legal experience involves watching a couple of episodes of Ally McBeal, but the judgement touches on a number of points that affect blogs and other websites in this country. As somebody with a website, I have been uncertain about how the law applies – this judgement addresses this clearly.

Paragraph 19 specifically states that posts to the Whale Oil site are bound by NZ law even though the servers are physically located overseas. The description of the website “coming to the user” instead of the “user going to the site” seems sensible, but more interesting is the last sentence which states that Slater performed the act of publication in NZ by uploading the posts from this country (cf [76]). This has implications for everyone with a web site in this country.

Part of Mr Slater’s defence rested on the fact that one of the names was not published in a recognised language of this country, but instead was represented by a pictograph that had to be sounded out phonetically. This is pretty weak, and the Judge thought so too, noting in passing that

[139]…The use of phonetically coded information (which is how the pictogram resolves the name) is not unknown to Mr. Slater. I venture to suggest that the words “Whaleoil Beef Hooked” on the “masthead” of his homepage provides an example.

I can’t believe I didn’t notice that myself – it is a sad day when you need a district judge to explain a joke to you.

Paragraph 82 has Judge Harvey musing on whether merely linking to page containing suppressed details might constitute publication. This point does not come up in Police vs. Slater but, reading between the lines, I think the judge probably thinks the hyperlinks can be considered publication in some circumstances. I think in future this question is going to come down to intent. At a philosophical level publication is the act of getting information into the brains of the audience members. Whether this is done through a pictogram, or wordplay, or a suggestion that you might like to click on a link doesn’t matter. If you intended the information to be imparted, you helped publish it even if you didn’t convey the information yourself.

Judge Harvey goes to considerable length to define what a blog is, what they are typically used for (“[46] …opinion (which may be of considerable strength and sometimes of pungent articulation)…” – lol), and how the mechanisms of the blogging software present the articles to the reader. This is mainly because one of his findings hinges on the fact that Mr. Slater posted hints and clues to the identity of a subject of a suppression order over several blog posts. Although no one post could be said to breach the order, regular readers would be in no doubt what the author was getting at. Judge Harvey specifically mentions that the format of a typical blog sets it apart from a daily newspaper, where previous articles on a subject are not immediately visible down the page.

(As an aside, I enjoyed reading the judge’s explanations of various internet terms:

[30] Facebook is a well known social networking website where individuals or organisations may create a “page” and post information (written, audio or visual) to that page and share that information with “friends”.

- fantastic use of sarcastic-quotes around the word “friends” there.)

The penalty of almost $8000 seems a little high to me, but I guess the courts take a dim view of people violating their explicit orders. I doubt it is enough to stop Mr Slater from continuing his blog, which is as it should be. The internet provides great freedom to publish information on any topic to the benefit of all, but there are limits and the courts do have power over web pages as well as people.

Sep 132010
 

Born into the leading family of Rome in 10 BC, Claudius seemed ill-favoured right from the start. Afflicted by disabilities and a bad stutter, he was an embarrassment to most of his family and kept out of the public eye for most of his life, weathering several personal tragedies and busying himself with his writings. Being discounted as an idiot by his relatives in power allowed him to survive several deadly purges and eventually rise to the position of emperor by default, everyone else being dead.

I, Claudius cover illistrationI, Claudius by Robert Graves is an historical novel that proports to be the secret autobiography of Claudius from his childhood up until his surprising assumption of power. Grave’s Claudius states up front that he is writing a true history for the ages that will not be found for hundreds of years so he can include information that is damaging to either his family or the political body of the empire. Claudius was apparently a keen student of history, and this is reflected in the clear, dispassionate narrative that Claudius/Grave weaves around what must have been stressful times for the protagonist.

This book is a treat for fans of irony. Claudius himself harbours republican sentiments, but ends up being made emperor and dictator-for-life pretty much against his will when all he really wanted was a quiet life away from the limelight with his writings. As a fan of history, Claudius recounts a conversation as a young man with two famous historians about the merits of writing entertaining histories that contain inaccuracies, or dull and/or unpleasant histories that contain only the truth. Claudius states he sides with the truth but the whole passage is an invention of Graves, who was of course writing an entertaining novel.

Grave’s matter-of-fact style makes for a slightly dry read, but the story is well-told and the characters that swirl around Claudius are so larger-than-life that it is hard to put the book down. Highly recommended.

Jul 202010
 

I am going to come out and say it : I like Facebook.

Yes, I know it is a soulless corporate entity that sells out it’s user base by allowing the various third-party apps to harvest data for nefarious ends. However the core idea is great and the site works well if you ignore invitations to install every little app (no, I do not want to be a ninja or a werewolf – fuck off!) I most appreciate the ability to keep up to date with the various comings-and-goings of my social circle without having to actually have tedious conversations with them.

In fact, I wish real life was a little more like Facebook. And now it is with this product:



You can buy them from wearenation.co.uk, although at £9.99 (sans ink) you had better like a lot of things to get your money’s worth.

I found this via Better Living Through Design, a very cool site that I have only just been made aware of.

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Jul 192010
 

I Write Like is a website that analyses a sample of writing and finds the closest match to a famous author’s style. Running through a couple of my favourite entries from this blog gives the following result:


I write like
Arthur C. Clarke

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!


Could be worse. I did read an awful lot of Arthur C. Clarke’s output when I was younger so I supposed it rubbed off on me.

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Jul 152010
 

I think it is best to say two things right up front : firstly, The Spoils is a collectable card game just like Magic the Gathering. If you are not familiar with this form of gaming the rest of this review is going to be impenetrable, but in short each player builds a deck of cards from a much larger pool and then plays this against the opponent’s deck. Different cards have different effects, the skill in deck building lies in picking cards that compliment each other. The collectable part comes from the method of acquiring these cards, instead of just buying a full set you typically purchase small packs containing a random selection of cards, so each player is building decks from a different subset. Vast secondary markets exist for players wanting to trade surplus cards with others, sometimes for surprising sums of money since some card are deliberately printed in small numbers.

Secondly, The Spoils is a collectable card game just like Magic the Gathering. Seriously, it is basically Magic with a quick paint job and the VIN ground off. This is not necessarily a bad thing – I like Magic the Gathering, but the similarities are pretty blatant. I can almost imagine playing a Spoils deck against a Magic deck in the same game, most of the rules work in exactly the same way, only with different keywords (cards don’t get tapped, they become “depleted”, etc.)

Having said that, Spoils does differ in a few interesting ways which seem to be designed to make the decks play more consistently. A common problem with Magic is that sometimes you just don’t draw enough land cards of the correct type to play your hand full of spells. In The Spoils, you start the game with two staple resources (basic land) cards of your choice already in play – this hugely helps if you are running a 2 colour deck since you can ensure that you have both colours available.

Additionally, the costs for all cards are colourless – you can tap (sorry, deplete) any colour to pay for them. However, most cards have a “threshold”. A certain character (creature) might have a threshold of 3 rage (red) with a cost of 4 – to put this creature into play you must deplete 4 resources (of any colour) but you can only do so if you have at least 3 red resources out (depleted or not). Along with the staple resources there are special resource cards that still produce a single mana but count for double when calculating threshold, as a special bonus the card art for these special resources features scantily clad ladies for no particular reason.

You can play any card in your hand as a resource by playing it face down. These work just like regular resources but do not count towards threshold at all. Although you can usually only play a single resource a turn, you can deplete 3 resources to put another resource into play at any time.

Combat works much the same as it does in Magic, the big difference is that characters have an extra Speed statistic. This works much the same as first strike but with multiple levels, the faster character hits first and suffers no damage if it kills the other character outright.

These changes do make for a smooth game – it is almost impossible to imagine getting screwed by a bad starting hand in Spoils (especially since the mulligan rule is very forgiving.) On the other hand, one of the things I like about Magic is the unpredictability that forces you to have backup options in your deck if you don’t get what you want, Spoils is more forgiving but I think less flavourful. You could get much the same effect in Magic with a couple of house rules.

The card design is good without being brilliant, the art is perfectly OK if sometimes a little tacky. It may seem like I am damning The Spoils with faint praise, but there is actually a lot to like. It is just that The Spoils has little reason to exist in a world that already contains Magic the Gathering.

Jun 142010
 

I really like what people have been doing with robotics in the last few years. Now that powerful CPUs are cheap and wireless communications ubiquitous, whole new areas are opening up for hobbyists to explore. Sure, someday those robots will undoubtedly rise up and destroy humanity, but until then why build a single robot when you can build 32:


(view at youtube)

I love how the knights’ horses thrash their forelegs while they are moving – genius! There is a little more information at the Monster Chess Site. I hope they have a good supply of batteries.

Bonus robot video:


(view at youtube)

Jun 062010
 

You find the most interesting things trawling through the “Incoming Links” section of the WordPress Admin Dashboard. According to this page at halfdone (I’d never heard of them either), Life of Andrew is the 151st in their list of NZ blogs that are “about something”.

I am not entirely clear how they calculate the rankings, but I am happy with 151 – surrounded by other blogs handling the big issues of the day: 150 (MENZ Issues: Promoting a Clearer Understanding of Men’s Experience, example post: “Feminists in denial about how they are failing girls“) and 152 (Web of Evidence: What They Don’t Want You To Know, example post: “Numerous Long Fibers Seen Floating Through The Air In Whangarei, NZ” )

And people say that bloggers are just weird malcontents.

May 312010
 

A Christ-like fool of few words wanders around Mexico having surreal adventures before ascending into a tower to find a wise alchemist who becomes his guide on a journey to the titular mountain. Is it a Christian allegory? Is it a celebration of hippy mystical excess? Was it made in 1973? Is it social satire? Did the production crew take a lot of LSD? Was John Lennon’s money well spent? Is this movie worth watching?

The answers to all these questions are unknown, except for the ones about 1973 and LSD. The answer to both those questions is: “Hell Yeah!”

The Holy Mountain starts promisingly – a main character awakes in a pool of his own urine and gets into a fight with a deformed dwarf whom he soon befriends. Heading into town they make money from tourists by staging historical mock battles with reptiles and toads. The fool gets into various situations before which may or may not be intended to mirror the life of Christ or the cards in a tarot deck or both or neither. In any case, this part of the film has some eye-popping imagery and is nearly silent so you can make up your own story.

Things start getting a bit ropy when the fool meets the alchemist. The film basically slams to a halt as the fool is taught various rituals whose symbolism is only outweighed by their tedium. Things get worse when 7 other people are introduced – the rituals get even longer and less interesting. Finally they all set off for The Holy Mountain, meeting various temptations along the way.

This is a film I really wanted to like. I don’t mind the bizarre imagery, nudity, occasional graphic violence and ham-fisted social commentary. The first few scenes set things up nicely, but The Holy Mountain becomes so tedious once the story starts that it doesn’t even hold up as a slice of history.

Not recommended. Maybe it’s better if you have access to drugs, but you would probably be better off just taking the drugs.