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Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Movie Review: Expelled

Normally I post things like reviews on my other blog, but I think this one is more appropriate for here.


Title: Expelled - No Intelligence Allowed
from: Ben Stein

While reading another blog, I saw this movie recommended.  I was happy to find it at our library and have it put on hold, and today I finally sat down and watched it with Eldest.

First, my expectation.  I didn't really know what the movie's subject was specifically, though I noticed it had two very negative reviews on our library website - one actually chastising the library for having it at all, and how they shouldn't have it available, while the other mocked it.  I got the impression, however, that neither commenter had actually seen the movie. 

When I saw the dvd cover, I thought it might be a sort of mockumentary.  It has Ben Stein in a suit with his collar popped up, short pants, knee high black socks and running shoes, spray painting the X into the word "expelled" with "No intelligence allowed" made to look like it had been spray painted onto a brick wall as graffiti.  I knew by then that it tackled the Intelligent Design controversy and had an idea that it was going to point out the hypocrisy of not allowing ID to be taught.

Just a bit of a background on my own views.  Having been educated in the public school system, I was taught evolution.  In fact, I came out of school believing that Darwinian evolution was it.  Basically, evolution = Darwin, Darwin = evolution.  It really wasn't discussed a lot, but Darwinian evolution was treated as a truism.  As a Christian, I have never had a problem meshing faith with evolution and found it rather frustrating when people automatically assumed creationism equalled young earth beliefs; that all Christians believed the universe, the earth and everything on it was created in seven 24 hour days (actually 6 days, since the 7th day was a day of rest).  The word "day" has never meant only 24 hours, but is often used as a metaphor for other lengths of time, both in modern language use and in the Bible. The general definition of evolution is gradual change over time, which I didn't see as conflicting with belief in God.  This is actually more common an interpretation among Christians than the belief of six 24 hour days (I don't even like to call that view a "literal" interpretation, since I don't find it literal at all.  The Bible doesn't actually deal with time all that much).

Recently, however, Eldest developed an interest in evolution and began investigating the field herself.  It's probably a good thing she never turned to me for answers, as I wouldn't have had much to tell her other than what Darwin's theory was - or at least what I'd been taught it was.  This meant that she explored the theory in much greater depth than I ever had the opportunity to do in school.  As always, we discuss the things the girls study, and this lead to my own increased interest in the field.  I was shocked to find out that what I had been taught as Darwin's theory of evolution was actually an amalgamation of his original theory (which, it turns out, had been disproven during his own lifetime, though he certainly never accepted that) and mutationism, which after the discovery of genes went on to form neo-Darwinism, aka the synthetic theory.  Since then we've discussed other theories, which I'd love to link to.  However my brief searches for different or alternative theories of evolution, I've been finding a lot of Darwin and mutationism vs creationism as contradictory concepts.  Eventually, there are references to ID and, not surprisingly, the majority of the sites I'm finding disparage both creationism and ID.  Eldest has been finding her sources through old fashioned books, and finds the symbiotic theory particularly promising.  It should be noted that neo-Darwin dogma is largely limited to the US and Canada - other countries have little problem examining other theories as being far better explanations for evolution.

At the moment, Eldest is reading Moral Darwinism.  I'm reading Shattering the Darwin Myth, which has been a fascinating read and one I highly recommend. I never thought I'd find reading about uranium/lead and potassium/argon dating techniques to be quite so interesting!

As we've been studying the subject, I've become increasingly frustrated, and sometimes angered, by the shoddiness and dishonesty within the scientific community.  Like many, I had this image of "science" as being filled with people who strove to understand the complexities of the world around us; people who's ultimate standard was to follow where the evidence lead them, with a willingness to change their minds if something appeared that contradicted previous beliefs.  I imagined people willing to discuss, even argue, various points, all with the ultimate goal of increasing knowledge and finding the truth.

I first got an inkling of how wrong that notion was when I read The First Americans, which described the problems of ego, status and emotional outbursts within the archaeological community.  Then I began researching the science behind anthropogenic global warming climate change global climate disruption (well,whatever it's being called now) and delved more into the science behind medical claims we hear so often in the news.  What I discovered was a world of "science" that was filled with politics, deception, contradiction and even outright fraud, with people more interested in feeding their reputations and getting grants than finding the truth, while anyone who questioned "consensus" would find themselves losing grant money, their jobs and getting blacklisted for daring to pose unpopular questions.

I've become incredibly cynical about scientific claims in general but, like the theories of anthropogenic global warming, I was particularly disturbed by what I was seeing outside the scientific community.  Darwin has surged in popularity lately, and questioning neo-Darwinian dogma (most of the people supporting Darwinism don't even realize they're actually supporting neo-Darwinism) resulted in the most amazing, emotional responses.  It's been astonishing to see.

With this background, I suspected that I would like this movie.  I was totally unprepared for what I actually saw.

Right from the start, we were impressed by the quality of the movie.  The opening credits were truly well done.  Yes, the opening credits.  The movie hadn't even started, and we already liked it.

My expectations for a mockumentary were quickly proven wrong.  This was a serious movie.  Stein began by talking to various academics - scientists of note and accomplishment - and even reporters who found their careers at an end just for mentioning ID.  They didn't necessarily believe in ID but, as in the case of a reporter, refused to be anything but neutral on the subject.  What ID is - and isn't (it is NOT creationism, by the way, in any way, and supporters of ID include people of various religions as well as atheists and agnostics) is defined.

Stein also talks to opponents of ID.  The difference between the two is quite striking.  Where people working in the ID field repeatedly stated that all they wanted to be able to do is be allowed to have an open discussion and be able to follow the evidence where it lead them, opponents vociferously attacked opposing views and those who held them.

As the movie progressed, things shifted somewhat as Stein explored the idea of what could be the result if we just went along with the consensus of neo-Darwinism; if we agreed with the Darwinists (who were all staunch atheists, with some, like Richard Dawkins, actively attacking religion and belief in God, determined to define supporters of ID as being creationists), how could this be bad?  Stein answers this question by looking to history, and of what science's social Darwinism lead to.  He gave only a couple of examples, but off the top of my head, I could give several more.  I won't cover it in detail here.  See the movie.  Seriously.  You need to see this movie.

The movie does end in a lighter note, and Stein gets to interview Dawkins in person.  As I've seen in several other interviews with Dawkins, he gets owned.  Badly.  It was laughable, really.  When confronted with the question of "what causes life to happen" (and again, see the movie to understand the context of how that question is asked), the followers of ID were very clear.  We don't know.  They didn't quibble or try to come up with something.  They didn't know and weren't going to pretend they did.  Darwinists, however, gave answers liked molecules piggy-backing on crystals and even panspermia.  No, not the "microbes from space" version.  The aliens version.  That's right.  God or some creator couldn't have had anything to do with the creation of life and evolution, but aliens!  That's much more plausible.

In fact, when forced into a corner about the question, Dawkins himself actually said that, theoretically, it is possible that life on earth may have been seeded by some super intelligent race - but that if it was, that race had to have come into being through Darwinian evolution.

Yes, you read that right.  Dawkins would rather suggest the possibility of aliens of great intelligence designing life on earth, than entertain the possibility of the existence of a god of any kind.

I suppose this should not come as a surprise, since this is the same person who suggested that it's more theoretically plausible for the atoms in the arm of a statue to spontaneously vibrate all in one direction, then immediately vibrate in the opposite direction, thereby causing the statue to wave, than the possibility that, if a statue suddenly waved, it could be a God directed miracle.

I must say, the more I hear and see of Dawkins, the more I think he's a fool.  An intelligent fool, perhaps, but so dogmatic in his beliefs, he's an embarrassment to himself.

The movie started with Ben Stein going onto a stage to give a lecture.  It ends with his closing remarks of that lecture.  Remarks that had the audience give him a standing ovation.

The entire movie was really well done and, at times, quite moving.  Whether or not one agrees with ID, the core notion of his movie - that science must allow academic freedom, including the freedom to hold such controversial ideas as ID, to thrive.  He demonstrates how that freedom no longer exists in the sciences.  The dogmatism that has replaced it is harmful not only to science, but to all of us not in the sciences as well.

I look forward to watching this movie again, and make sure that I watch the extras, too.

Now that I've seen the movie, I find the negative, censorious comments left at our library website about it far more disturbing.  Whatever your opinions of ID, if you respect scientific integrity, this is an important movie to see.

Saturday, February 06, 2010

Movie night with Lon Chaney

(edited with corrections)
Tonight the girls and I watched a 1929 restored remake of the 1925/26 silent movie, The Phantom of the Opera.  On the cover, it lists "Lon Chaney, Norman Kerry, Mary Philbind and 5000 others."  I suppose that would be the mob at the end.  There sure were a lot of torch wielding people right about then! *L*

I last saw this movie so long ago, I barely remember it, so this was like seeing it for the first time.  I know it's considered an iconic version, but I didn't really know how GOOD it is!  Granted, by today's standards, it's really quite cheesy.  That would be true of pretty much all silent movies, since without sound, the actors had to physically overact their parts to convey their message.  The exaggerated facial expressions and motions are so different from movies with sound.


In this version, The Phantom really is an evil dude.  In fact, his evilness is blamed for his deformity - dramatically created by the amazing Lon Chaney with the use of "chemicals to dilate his pupils, cotton and celluloid discs to heighten his cheekbones, fanged teeth to create a horrific grin and wires to pull his nose upwards."  It must have been incredibly uncomfortable!*  This phantom was a musician and artist who dabbled in the "dark arts," and was institutionalized on Devil's Island, though at some point, he was apparently tortured in the chambers below the opera house.  He'd escaped from his prison and hid in these same chambers.  There is no lonely, tormented saving grace for this dude.  He's an insane bad guy, plain and simple.  A rather trusting bad guy, though, since he keeps accepting Christine's promises - even after she promptly broke the last one.
 
* After reading this, Eldest informed me that yes, it was very uncomfortable.  In fact, they stopped filming several times because Chaney started bleeding, and it was visible to the cameras.  Actors really suffered for their art back then!

I have found, however, that it's no longer possible for me to just watch a movie without going off into weird tangents, along with the rest of the family. They have corrupted me, I tell you!

Here's a typical example.  The Phantom (who's name is Erik, by the way) has lured away Christine, who's in a sort of half-swoon for the past while.  She seemed to be expecting this mysterious, angelic voice she's been hearing to belong to some fairytale prince or something.  Seeing a masked face threw her for a loop.  The Phantom has brought her to his lair, 5 cellars below the opera house.  He is admitting his love to her (and telling her his name in the process).  Unfortunately, on seeing that his name was Erik, all I could think of was Monty Python.  I see Erik, and I start singing "the-half-a-bee!"


Being a silent movie, as he's speaking, he's clutching dramatically at his chest at heart level.


Eldest: clutches dramatically at her chest
Youngest: clutches dramatically at her chest
Me: clutches dramatically at my chest.

The Phantom, Erik (the-half-a-bee!) stretches out his clutched hand into the air, fingers still clutching at emptiness.

Eldest: stretches out her hand, clutching emptiness
Youngest: stretches out her hand, clutching emptiness
Me: stretches out my arm, clutching emptiness, then start flexing my fingers, rhythmically (thumpthump... thumpthump... thumpthump)

The girls disintegrate into laughter.


If you know the song, The Masochism Tango, you might get the reference.  If not, there's a line that goes...

Before you here, I stand
My heart is in my hand... ecch!!


It's become a running joke in our household.  Outstretched hand equals hand clutching a still-beating heart.


Later on in the movie, during the masquerade ball, Christine (who has promised not to see Raoul, if The Phantom, Erik (the-half-a-bee!)  would let her go back to perform one more time, telling him "free me.. and I'll be your slave!"  Huh?  Wha??) has dragged Raoul off to the rooftop so that they can speak without anyone hearing them.  Of course, neither of them look up to see what's causing that strange flapping noise in the wind, thereby not seeing the Phantom in his bright red clothes with a bright red cape flapping in the wind.  Dramatically.  Here - and again later in the movie, she begs Raoul to save her from The Phantom, Erik (the-half-a-bee!).  She looks up into Raoul's eyes, but somehow never looks up quite far enough to see the guy in bright red clothes, and the big red cape flapping in the wind.  Seriously, she'd have been looking straight up his nostrils if she'd just looked up a bit higher.  Not that that would have been difficult to do, what with those wires Chaney was wearing.



Scene: Christine and Raoul are together, clutching at each other, gazing into each other's eyes, leaning romantically cheek to cheek...

Me: "Isn't it great to watch a movie where no one's sucking face?"
Youngest: "Or playing tonsil hockey."

Christine is begging Raoul, "save me!"


Me: "Save me!  Or I'll have to take this baseball bat and save myself!
Elddest: "rutabega, rutabega, rutabega"
Me: "Oh, wait!  I'll just use this banana, instead."  (another running joke, from the Scary Movie franchise)

Youngest: "Or this machete!"
Eldest: "rutabega, rutabega, rutabega"

Me: "Or this fig!"
Youngest: loses it completely
Eldest: "how would she use a fig?"
Me: mimes splatting a fig into an imaginary face

Youngest, poor thing, couldn't talk for a while, she was laughing so hard.  Actually, by this time, I was laughing out of control, too.  We had to pause the movie until we recovered.

The rutabega thing is from being told that, while filming crowd shots where background voices are needed, apparently the extras say "rutabega" repeatedly, rather than making up conversation that might distract from the scene.  I have no idea if it's true, but we find it funny, so we throw it out every now and then.

At the start of the movie, I'd been working on some crochet - one of those simple, mindless projects that doesn't need a lot of attention to be worked on.  It wasn't long before I put it aside, because I didn't want to divide my attention by even that small amount. I was really enjoying this movie!

There were a number of things that had us asking questions.  Why, for example, was the bed he put Christine into a boat?  I mean, it was a bed, with a headboard and everything, but it was also a boat.

Why did The Phantom (Erik-the-half-a-bee!) have a pair of breathing tubes mounted on the wall beside an entrance?  I can picture having one of these primitive snorkels off on a shelf somewhere, but two of them?  Mounted on a special holder on the wall?

Why did he have a room of mirrors that could become so hot, it would quickly kill Raoul and the secret police dude (with the funky hat) - and why was this room that could be heated so much, so quickly, located above the room he stored his kegs of gunpowder?  Not directly above, however.  The room The Phantom (Erik-the-half-a-bee!) and Christine were in was directly above the kegs of gunpowder.


Why was he storing kegs of gunpowder?


And what was with the scorpion and the grasshopper?  He threatens to kill Raoul if she doesn't agree to stay with him.  He opens a chest (which is somehow lit up from inside) to reveal these big metal creatures.  If her answer is yes, she's to turn the scorpion.  If her answer is no, she's to turn the grasshopper, and the entire opera house will be destroyed - I assume by exploding those kegs of gunpowder that was under them, but she didn't know that.  She also didn't know that, by turning the scorpion, she was drowning Raoul and the secret police dude, who had escaped the mirrored hot room by finding a trap door in the floor that led to the room with kegs of gunpowder, which was now filling with water because she'd just opened the drain to the underground lake in the cellars.  The Phantom, (Erik-the-half-a-bee!) accepts Christine's promise to do anything if he'll save Raoul, opens up the trap door they'd been standing on, and there's Raoul! Along with the secret police dude.


Meanwhile, Simon Buquet's brother, having found Simon's dead body earlier, has somehow discovered the way into The Phantom's lair.  He gathers together a mob and they all stream through the tunnels and wade through the now mostly drained lake (somehow not spotting the body of Raoul's brother, already dispatched by a breathing tube using Phantom, or the capsized boat he'd been in).  The Phantom (Erik-the-half-a-bee!) hears the mob coming, grabs Christine, drags her out to the surface and runs off with the horse and buggy Raoul had waiting to rescue Christine with.  Christine had apparently swooned when she was thrown into the buggy and wakes up as they are galloping away.  I am immediately impressed by the fact that she opened the door and jumped out of the moving carriage.  None of this "save me, Raoul!" stuff this time around!  Mind you, she's promptly knocked unconscious when she hits the ground, but her action causes The Phantom (Erik-the-half-a-bee!) to crash the carriage, and off he runs on foot.  The mob follows and eventually catches up to him and...


... beats him to death.  They actually have him get beaten to death by a mob!  I just wasn't expecting that.  No ambiguous endings here!  The mob then tosses the body into the river. 


The End.

That's it.  A splash in the water, the bubbles disappear, the water stills, and it ends.  Just like that.

Apparently, in the 1925 original version, there's a short scene of Christine and Raoul on their honeymoon, but it's not in the 1929 version.


All in all, this is just such a great movie!  The restored version has some colorization done to it.* The masquerade ball is colorized, the the scenes of Raoul and Christine on the rooftop has The Phantom in his Red Death costume colorized, to excellent effect.  I'm glad they didn't colorize the entire scene, just him.  While it doesn't have the horror effect it would have had when it was originally released, what with how much movies have changed over the years, but it certainly earned its reputation as the greatest horror movie ever made.

*Eldest has informed me that the colorization is not part of the modern restoration, but the 1929 remake.