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| Sue had been away this last week, visiting her family. I went to the airport yesterday to pick her up at the airport, then we had a late lunch - or an early supper. Then we went back home and, while she was checking on the state of her garden, I brought her luggage in, took her computer out of the carryon, plugged it in. Everything worked. Huzzah! Then I went to pick up some groceries for her. And finally we relaxed, and watched the second Bourne movie. My opinion? Boriiiiiinnnnnng. Then we went to sleep, although not because of the movie.
Because of her knee problems, she sometimes wears a knee brace. We've come to the conclusion that, next time she flies anywhere, she might want to put the brace away. She set off alarms going thru the local Security Theater. True, she wasted only 10 minutes while they did everything but strip-search her, but my understanding is that they were a bit brusque about it. She set off alarms going thru Oakland's Security Theater yesterday and went thru the whole thing again, but at least they were easy-going about it.
I feel so safe knowing that, when I get onto a plane, America's skies are kept safe from the nefarious plots of romance writers. | |
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| When I was about 8 years old, I’d watch Naked City on TV. It’s been a long time since those days when John Glenn went into space, and I never saw the show again, not even in reruns. So, when I realized that it was available on NetFlix, I asked my wife to add some of the episodes to her queue. I enjoyed it as much as I did then. What’s interesting is that, while I had forgotten most of the specific details, what I did remember in spite of my having been so young was accurate. And that I, as an 8-year-old, had remembered what I remembered amazes me. The show I remembered often had the main characters be peripheral to the real story. That’s exactly what I got. The show I remembered was about broken people. That too is exactly what I got. The Fault in Our Stars has an obnoxious young actor killing cab drivers for their fares, and we’re shown the heart-rending reaction of one woman when she is told that her husband is dead. But we also found that, when he was growing up, the young man was physically abused by a father who wanted to beat out of his son that sissy acting stuff. In A Memory of Crying, a man who’d never been able to feel emotions fell in love with and married a young woman who dies giving birth, but his grief is such that he refuses to believe she’s dead. The Make-believe Man is a WW2 veteran who could never readjust to normal life and after years of homelessness and alcool, is about to die, but he clings to one last chance at life when some men, for their own purposes, offer to have him pretend to be someone important that others will listen to. Good stuff.  “There are eight million stories in the Naked City. This has been one of them.” | |
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| "By the authority vested in me by Kaiser William II, I pronounce you man and wife. Proceed with the execution." - from The African Queen | |
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|  "Did it bother you when I stopped going to services with you?" "Clark, you were fourteen. Old enough to make your own decisions in that regard." "I know, but... Did I disappoint you -- or offend you?" "No. Not one bit. Clark, you could never disappoint me --" "Except for melting that vase from Paris. And crashing thru the weather vane." "And you would bend all the utensils in the house every time I made liver... Clark, my faith was my own. I brought it into your life so that you could have a foundation for making your own choices... I certainly think you've made good ones..." (Yes, all of the above are from different things I already posted on my blog, but that doesn't make them less appropriate.) | |
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| I attended a meeting of the Albuquerque SF Society. It had been over 6 years since I had attended, and I'm glad I went. The guest speaker was Ian Tregellis, a local writer who I understand has stories in the new Wild Cards anthologies. He read the prologue of his trilogy, which is an unapologetically pulpy Secret History of the 20th Century, with British warlocks duking it out with Nazi superpowered beings. It sounded really neat, and, the very few times I spoke(*), I think I managed to ask relatively non-embarassing questions. Alas I'll have to wait until next year before Tor publishes the first book, which was edited by Patrick Nielsen Hayden.
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(*) I, of the famed prolixity? Indeed, for the dynamics of a flesh-world situation are quite different from those of the blogosphere. | |
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| Got up at 4am - which is almost oversleeping for me. Went to the gym. Came back hoime for another long day of telecommuting, but I didn't mind because one project is now pretty much done, and one that I started this morning had by lunch time reached the point where the ball is already in the user's court and awaits his validation of the results. Ah, the sense of accomplishment...
When the office day was over, I took care of a few more errands, and of a few tasks at home. Finally got the dining-room's curtain rod back up after Agatha had knocked the whole thing down. (She definitely deserves her name.)
Of course, I was pooped enough that I decided there was no point in trying to watch Galactica. I surrendered to the demands of my body and sat outside in a lawnchair, where I promptly nodded off with Cagney curled up in my lap.
No errands tomorrow night, but I decided I'd go see what the local SF club is like. The only thing on my schedule for Saturday is to take care of the DMV's notice that our minivan must go thru the usual smog-check. After that, nothing to do. Nothing, nothing, nothing... Hopefully that means I can get caught up with my TV watching with a minimum of nodding-off.
Coming soon... Some comments about The Naked City. | |
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| My brain is back. ("I didn't know it was gone, Serge.") Humph.
I meant that my electronic brain is back. When my employer-provided laptop kicked the bucket a few weeks ago, the tech-support guy (hereafter referred to as the TSG) said that the problem was with the hard-drive (hereafter referred to as the HD). That was quite a relief for my manager, who wasn't looking forward to spending lots of dollars to provide me with the tools that'd make me capable of working from home at any ungodly hour of the day and night. The new HD was put in, was imaged to reflect the contents of the old HD, and the laptop was back to work. For two whole days. By yesterday morning, more than a week after he had gotten the laptop from me, the TSG spent a couple of hours on it, and confirmed that the new HD was indeed fine, but that the laptop itself was kaput. So, he took the HD out, put it into another laptop body that he's loaning me until my manager coughs up the funds for the brain's new body.
Alive! It's alive!
I must say that that being without my own home computer made certain activities not related to my corporate duties a bit problematic. Also, I was going to need to work from home for the next week, and I wasn't looking forward to dragging my desktop to my home office. The timing couldn't have been better. Actually, it could have been better, but things worked out all right. I took Sue to the airport this morning, and she's now in the Bay Area, visiting her family.
Yes, I'm a bachelor for the next few days.
Do you know what that means? Drunken revelry? It means that, besides doing my remunerated work, I'm babysitting Agatha, Cagney, Freya, Nahla and Jefferson. Lunch consisted of a few slices of bologna, and I didn't get around to supper (a superb can of Hormel's chile con carne) until after I was done with necessary errands, and with watering the garden, and replacing one hose reel, and with pulling out weeds, and feeding the birds, and... By then it was close to 8:30pm.
I'm feeling a bit fatigued. I'll probably read a bit then fall asleep on the couch. Tomorrow night should be more typical of a bachelor's life... I've got a few episodes of Doctor Who and of Galactica to watch on the internet, then I'll fall asleep on the couch.
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| Why does San Francisco's Castro Theater always show stuff I'd love to see when I'm not visiting? It is a personal affront that, instead of showing The Black Hole and Moonraker the week of July 14, it will do so on May 17. Tron and Brainstorm will be shown on July 4.
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| The good news is that Making Light is up and running in all its glory.
The not so good news is that Sue won't be able to have her knee-replacement surgery before February next year. The strange thing is that, yesterday, our neighbor said that he had to wait for his own knee replacement for 10 weeks, not 10 months. Why two people with the same healthcare providers have such a disparate waiting period, I don't know.
That being said, Sue asked me to thank you all for your support when I first posted about about this.
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| Realms of Fantasy ‘s June 2008 issue has, among other things, a tale by Tanith Lee about the perils of making bargains with sorcerers who were given their power. There is also Kate Riedel’s The Summer of Lucy about a dog who comes into the life of a 1920s family worried about the drought that won’t end. Both stories are wonderful, but my favorite is Bradley P. Beaulieu’s Lest Our Passage Be Forgotten. Yasuo is a smokeman. People hire him to extract select memories out of them so that, when they die, those memories, combined with fireworks, will make their Passage bright and festive, helping ensure their livelihood on the other side. Another memory played itself out as if the entire crowd shared a single mind. Shikujo was meeting his wife for the first time. How nervous he was; how giddy. Another firework flashed, and the memory of his first-born child came. Again and again the fireworks sparked memories of a man who was certainly walking with his head held high into the Lands of the Dead. Yasuo is proud of his craft, but he is very lonely. He loves Harune, a widow who has hired him to find in her son some memories – any memories – of her husband, who died suddenly and without the proper Passage. Another client of his is Fuyoko, mother of the local daimyo. Most of her memories would be inappropriate for her own Passage, tainted as they are by the presence in them of her late husband, who had been a very abusive man. And her very few truly happy memories are not without their own problems. Recommended. | |
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| Anybody saw Ironman last night? The cast was great. So were the SFX, especially during the final battle. The plot had humor. And yet... Something was lacking. Some mythical dimension, maybe, moments like in Superman returns when Kal-El is high above Metropolis and he watches, making sure that everybody is safe. Or that scene in the 2nd Spiderman when Peter Parker collapses after saving a train from destruction and people carry him away like a Knight fallen in battle. | |
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| Making Light is having BIG problems. Here is a message from Teresa Nielsen Hayden: If you have any part of Making Light from the last two months open in a window right now, or otherwise resident in your system, please copy it off. If it's elaborate or illustrated, please get the source code and/or the picture file. For more details, go to Patrick Nielsen Hayden's LiveJournal: http://pnh.livejournal.com/34981.htmlThere is also Abi Sutherland's site: http://www.sunpig.com/abi/Me, I'll stay out of their way. I can't help, and they don't need unnecessary distractions. | |
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| One of the things available on NetFlix is The Best of the Original Avengers and we just finished watching Vol.2. I'm basically skipping the Honor Blackman episodes because frankly they bored me. The problem wasn't Blackman, but the rather static mise en scène and plots. A story can be action-packed without resorting to lots of sound and fury and gesticulation, but we don't even get sound and fury and gesticulation, except for people who talk and talk and talk while being neither funny nor particularly witty. Luckily, there was Diana Rigg's Emma Peel, in the first episode where she got to wear her famous cat suit. The episode, which had plenty of wit, involved a department store where things aren't right, and not just because a Secret Service man was killed. Would it surprise you to ( SPOILER COMING UP!!!) that the plot is about someone who, disgusted with modern life, is building an atomic bomb in the store's basement? The other two episodes... I'm about to be sacrilegious here... You know what? I like Linda Thorson's Tara King as much as and possibly more than Mrs.Peel. One story is about killer clowns getting their orders thru a Punch & Judy show, and John Cleese makes an appearance as the guardian of clown makeup designs drawn on eggshells. The other had Tara flying solo and looking into the possibility of an invisible man at a research center. Sometimes the episode feels like it was written by the Monty Python gang, with scenes where two Secret Service men are having trouble communicating with each other by radio because one of them happens to be called Roger.  One last thing. Could Tara King be related to Jason King? After all, the latter used to work for the British Secret Services. | |
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| A few days ago, I saw a TV ad for a man who's running for the Senate. I can't remember if it was for the state's Senate, or for Congress, but it's no big surprise that I didn't bother using more of my brain cells to record that. Hell will freeze over before I vote for someone whose ad frequently emphasized that he is a Conservative, one who believes in Our Values. What those values are, he doesn't tell us. They probably don't include the separation of Church and State, or the right to one's own religion, or one's right to no religion. They probably don't include the possibility for all of us to marry those they love. As for what being a conservative means, I don't expect that his definition is the same as Pecunium's a couple of years ago wrote about liberalism and conservatism. Here is an excerpt: I have both conservative traits, and liberal ones. I joined the Army, in the guise of the National Guard, because there was something I wanted to conserve. I believe in the ideas of the Declaration of Independence, and of the Constitution, enough that I was willing to risk, as the first of these said, "My life, my fortune, and my Sacred Honor," to defend them. Being in the Guard that fortune part is more true than not as well. Guys who have businesses often lose them (or see them founder for years) if they get deployed. The Active Component often pisses me off when they say, "they knew what they were signing up for," because it's not true. World War 3 is what they signed up for, in that context, and that hasn't happened, again I'm digressing.
So what do I want to conserve? A nation of laws, and a people who are equal under them. The right to be left alone (The Ninth amendment is probably the most significant one in the lot, fond as I am of the First, the Second, the Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, Eighth and Tenth. The Third isn't really relevant, at the moment, and the Seventh has been; for good reason, put aside; sort of).
I believe no man is above the laws. We don't have kings, or emperors, nor yet do we establish Tyrants to rule us in time of war. We elect a President, and a set of Counsels to him (in the Form of the Senate and the House) who are to advise him, and keep him to the better track. They approve his appointments, and ratify his budgets. They make the laws, which he is both limited by; and enjoined to enforce. | |
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| I've turned in my ballot for the Hugos. Of course, those are my preferences. I have no illusions nor pretensions of having voted based on some absolute criteria. Who do people think I think I am?
("General Zod?") I heard that.
Without further ado, here they are, with my favorites first.
Best Novella: All Seated on the Ground by Connie Willis (Asimov's Dec. 2007; Subterranean Press) Stars Seen Through Stone by Lucius Shepard (F&SF July 2007) Recovering Apollo 8 by Kristine Kathryn Rusch (Asimov's Feb. 2007) The Fountain of Age by Nancy Kress (Asimov's July 2007) Memorare by Gene Wolfe (F&SF April 2007)
Best Novelette: The Merchant and the Alchemist's Gate by Ted Chiang (Subterranean Press; F&SF Sept. 2007) Dark Integers by Greg Egan (Asimov's Oct./Nov. 2007) Glory by Greg Egan (The New Space Opera, ed. Gardner Dozois & Jonathan Strahan, HarperCollins/Eos) Finisterra by David Moles (F&SF Dec. 2007)
Best Short Story: A Small Room in Koboldtown by Michael Swanwick (Asimov's April/May 2007; The Dog Said Bow-Wow, Tachyon Publications) Tideline by Elizabeth Bear (Asimov's June 2007) Distant Replay by Mike Resnick (Asimov's April/May 2007) Who's Afraid of Wolf 359? by Ken MacLeod (The New Space Opera, ed. Gardner Dozois and Jonathan Strahan, HarperCollins/Eos)
What? No votes in the Novel category? That's because most recent novels are available only in hardcover, and I don't like reading those. Give me a paperback though and it's a different story.
Also, I couldn't get a copy of Daniel Abraham's novelette The Cambist and Lord Iron nor of Stephen Baxter's short story Last Contact. Had I been able to do so, that might have changed my final votes, but I didn't so it didn't.
In the I-think-they-should-have-been-nominated dept, I'd put Sean Williams's paperback original Saturn returns, which didn't make it to the final list although it deserved to. So did M.K.Hobson's short story Hotel Astarte. I'd better make sure to vote early (and vote often) next year. | |
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| Happy Birthday, Yoko!  Yoko and I have known each other since early 1989, when I... ("Psst!") Yes, Yoko? ("You're not supposed to show that photo of me.") Oops. Everybody, please ignore that photo of Yoko in her secret identity as a criminal mastermind, who is feared even by Lex L... ("Which part of ' secret identity' don't you understand? Next time you show up at my lair, you're taking a swim in the pool with the laser-equipped sharks.") Sigh. There's no pleasing some criminal masterminds. How is this?  ("Much better. Please resume.") Yoko and I have known each other since early 1989, when I started working at her then employer. We made a great team, burned a lot of midnight oil and caused the Bay Area's earthquake of 1989. (Not really, but it did happen a few hours after we'd had an especially lengthy work day of 24 straight hours.) We lost sight of each other in 1995, having by then moved on to new jobs elsewhere. Jump forward to 2003. During those 8 years, this thing called the internet was unleashed onto the public. It allowed us to find each other again and, ever since, we make it a point to meet whenever I am in the Bay Area. | |
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| At last. Once a month, our team receives many feeds from other groups within the company. For most of them, our automated processes simply take the feeds and upload them into our database. There is one group though that could charitably be describes as a cauldron seething with awesome incompetence. Almost every month, we've had to manually upload corrections to their information, before we could process the feed. Still, in spite of this monthly cleanup, they managed to let a lot of garbage thru. A project was established for us to do one FINAL cleanup, going as far back as 4 years ago. This is what I spent the previous 2 weeks of my life on, and so did our user I was doing this with, preparing and testing a very lonnnnnnng script. The script has now run, and I'm certain that some minor tinkering will be needed on Monday. Mind you, that is probably what the higher-ups will focus on, not the tens of thousands of fixes that will have functionned perfectly. I guess I'll then fantasize about resigning, until I remember what happens to those who resign:
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| "Va oltre qualsiasi cosa potessi immaginare," disse Theodora, con gli occhi castani che brillavano.
Cordelia Hardcastle strinse il braccio della cugina e sorrise, anche se non condivideva completamente il suo entusiasmo nei confronti delle numerose attrative a disposizione dei privilegiati visitatori del Giardino Zoologico di Regent's Park. What is this? you may be wondering. A few days ago, Sue's publisher sent her a few copies of their Italian edition of Lord of the Beasts. For some reason, they decided to use the title from another of Sue's novels, The Forest Lord, of which Beasts is an offshoot. Also, they published it, not as a romance novel, but as a fantasy. True, it is a fantasy novel, but it's interesting that they seem to have thought it'd do better this way. "It is quite beyond anything I had imagined," Theodora said, brown eyes sparkling in her plain and honest face.
Cordelia Hardcastle squeezed her cousin's arm and smiled, though she could not entirely share Theodora's fascination with the many diversions available to the privileged visitors of the Zoological Gardens in Regent's Park. | |
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| Should you scroll to the bottom of today's post by Kaja Foglio, you will find a link to a photo of my cat genius Agatha.
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| I see that fellow Making Light visitor ethan now contributes to movie review site Filmslash.
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| Over the years, I have come to develop a theory that, if you ever encountered someone who worked on the original Star Trek, you have a link to many people who shaped Cinema. You also have a link to some people who messed up History, but more on that later.
The most obvious example is William Shatner(1). To use but one example, he was in 1961's Judgment at Nuremberg, which was directed by Stanley Kramer, and written by Abby Mann. Its cast included, among others, Spencer Tracy, Burt Lancaster, Richard Widmark, Judy Garland, Montgomery Clift, and Marlene Dietrich. Among other movies that DeForest Kelley worked on was 1957's Raintree County, with Montgomery Clift, Eva Marie Saint, Elizabeth Taylor, Rod Taylor, Agnes Moorehead, and Lee Marvin. As for Leonard Nimoy, he played opposite Howard da Silva in the original Outer Limits episode I, Robot.
So, just taking the above Three, you reach out to people who themselves reached out to a lot of others in the History of Cinema. And that doesn't include the actors who appeared in Star Trek itself. My favorite example is episode Amok Time.

No, not Lawrence Montaigne, although he was in 1963's The Great Escape, the cast of which wasn't too shabby. I mean Celia Lovsky.

When she was still living in Europe, she is the person who introduced Peter Lorre to Fritz Lang who, in 1933, was offered the job of director of the German Cinema Institute by Joseph Goebbels. Lang accepted the job. And promptly left Germany.
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| "You woke up the baby!"
Thus does HellBoy berate the Forces of Darkness when they succeed in raising Something Big from beneath the Earth in the coming attraction for HellBoy 2: The Golden Army, which I caught on Saturday when we saw Forbidden Kingdom. I liked that movie, but I should have loved it, especially with Jet Li playing the Monkey King. Oh well. As for HellBoy 2, well, let's say that I am eagerly awaiting the late July opening of a movie that asks what if Lovecraft could laugh. The whole gang is back, including Jeffrey Tambor - I guess HellBoy and Liz remembered having left their boss behind in that Labyrinth of Doom back in Russia. Spanish director Guillermo del Toro is back at the helm for a movie that he (fan of Mike Mignola's comic-book that he is) was determined to see happen, and which was originally going to go the direct-to-video route until Pan's Labyrinth got him so much clout in Hollywood that of course HB2 wound up becoming a theatrical release. By the way, it's very interesting to see del Toro easily switching between his Hollywood work and made-in-Spain movies like The Devil's Backbone. Not everybody can do that. Look at what the directors of Amélie did with the 4th Alien movie.
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| Last year, Sue had some surgery done to one of her knees, but, even after all this time, it was still bothering her. She recently had a followup with her surgeon, who agreed that this was not as it should be, so he scheduled her for an MRI. That was done on Monday. The doc called her yesterday with the results: a knee brace might help, but it looks like she'll have to have the whole joint removed and replaced. If that's the case, she might take advantage of the situation and ask them to put some comic-book device in there, something like an adamantium claw. Seriously though, I am a bit worried. Sure, my mom had her hip joints replaced and she's over 70. It shouldn't be worse for someone 30 years younger to have one knee taken care of. It shouldn't. | |
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| One year ago today, I met fellow Making Light people David Goldfarb, Tom Whitmore, and Abi Sutherland for the first time, and Kathryn from Sunnyvale for the second time (first time having been at LAcon in 2006). As this happened in Berkeley, we ate at a Mongolian restaurant not far from the late University Street rep cinema. When Abi flew in from Europe, she brought along something she had purchased for me.
The main character: Abi The time: April 2007 The place: airport's security checkpoint as Abi prepares to fly to the USA from Europe
"What's this, Ma'am?" "That's a sonic screwdriver." "A what?" "A sonic screwdriver. You know, from Doctor Who." "Doctor Who? Sorry, Ma'am, but we can't let you thru with strange devices if you won't tell us what the name of this 'Doctor' is." "It's not a real device. It's just a toy I'm bringing for Serge." "And how old is this 'Surge'?" "He's almost 52." "You're bringing a toy for a 52-year-old man? Joe Bob! Call Homeland Security. Those terrorists must think we're stupid if they use cover stories that lame.” Yes, I made up how it happened. But it could have turned out that way. | |
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 (My many thanks to Mary Dell for that little PhotoShop surprise!)
My office laptop croaked yesterday. Most fortuitously, at the end of the day on Friday I had received the desktop that my manager had insisted I must have as a backup. Tech-support should have that new machine up and running later today. Until then, I shall be quite absent from the blogosphere. (I'm writing this on Sue's home computer.) By the way, you may have noticed that I said the backup is a desktop. How then shall I be able to work from home, should an emergency arise? That is a very good question, one apparently less worthy of consideration than the cost of a desktop being less than a laptop's.
Penelope Wise, please meet Ezra Pound Foolish.
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| Considering how badly one did, I am quite surprised that, within but a few short years, someone decided to try again because failure doesn’t usually lead to the spawning of similar attempts.
What am I talking about?

Remember 2004’s King Arthur? It was a retelling of, yes, Arthur(1) as what the real character might have been, positing that he was the leader of Sarmatians working for Rome in Britain. It had an excellent cast, with Clive Owen and Arthur, Ioan Gruffudd as Lancelot, and a 19-year-old Keira Knightly(2) as a Guinevere who’s quite handy with the bow and arrows, and yet the film sank like a stone. Sure, there were probably more historical inaccuracies than you can shake a stick at, but would the public care about a historical inaccuracy unless it were biting them in a sensitive placeand they didn’t have a stick to beat it away with? They stayed away from the movie, for reasons unknown. Maybe it’s because, in spite of Gladiator, they just aren’t interested in Ancient Rome. For those who are interested in Ancient Rome, there were stupid things like having the Empire build Hadrian’s Wall to keep out the likes of Stellan Skarsgaard and yet one big-shot Roman set up his little domain smack in the very middle of that Barbarianland. Also, some of the Arthurian elements feel tacked on because, well, they had to be there, such as Lancelot’s love for Guinevere, but it’s brought up in passing and goes nowhere, without any effect on the story. More disappointing is Merlin, basically just a tribal leader of the Woads who befriends Arthur for rescuing fellow tribeswoman Guinevere.
Still, I enjoyed the movie, for the characters, and for the story that happens to them. Alas, too few members of the public felt that way.

That didn’t keep someone else from trying again in 2007 with The Last Legion. It had Colin Firth as a general whose duty is to protect the child Arthur, last legitimate emperor of Rome who lost his job to one of the Empire’s uppity mercenaries. Add Ben Kingsley as Ambrosinus-Merlin as the teacher of the child, and Aishwarya Rai(3) as a warrior from Byzantium. You can’t fail, can you? Yes, you can, even if you ignore the pesky historical goofups. The problem is that the plot meanders a lot until Our Heroes find Excalibur in the Island of Capri and they decide that Arthur will never regain his throne without the help of the last legion still faithful to the Emperor, and it happens to be garrisoned in Britain. The plot spares us most gratuitous arthurian references, but it wanders around some more, invovling some so-so bad guys, until it blunders forward to The End.
Here we have good characters, especially Kingsley as Merlin, but they are in the wrong story. That’s why I consider King Arthur more successful. I doubt there will ever be a third-time-lucky attempt that will do everything right on all levels.
Oh well.
One thing I found interesting in both movies was the attire of the warrior women. It wasn’t designed to show their feminine attributes off to male viewers, but to actually provide their characters some protection in a combat situation. True, Knightly’s body isn’t completely covered, but her character’s main weapon is the bow, and when she actually engages a man in corps-à-corps combat, she jumps him along with other women, reminding me of wolves bringing down a much larger prey. Rai’s character though has her body completely covered. Her outfit is there to protect her when she gets into swordfights with men much bigger than her, but without impeding her speed. The amusing thing though is that Rai puts on about three such outfits thru the story, and they all fit perfectly, especially the cuirasse one, which suggests that she brought them along all the way from Rome. Maybe the director’s cut has a scene of Colin Firth breathing heavily as he drags her trunk across Europe, grumbling that she once again packed in everything but the kitchen sink.
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(1) But not Dudley Moore’s.
(2) Lizzie Bennet in Pride and Prejudice.
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