What the #$*! Do We Know movie review - April 14, 2004—
"What the #$*! Do We Know," aka "What the BLEEP Do We Know" has been showing at the Baghdad Theatre on 37th and Hawthorne. The Baghdad is a great place to see a movie - it's one of those magical theatres that was built in the early part of the 20th century and has lots of Middle Eastern details, stadium seating, and very importantly, good beer.
"What the BLEEP" has been playing for about a month now, and friends said things like "it blew my mind" and "it's a trip" and that the movie is "enlightening and thought-provoking." I knew it was filmed in Portland, with portions at the Baghdad, and was about quantum physics. Cool. I'm a bit of a physics geek from way back; my little sis is a high school physics teacher, and my brother is studying physics and electrical engineering, so we sometimes have geeky family discussions about the universe's laws and whether or not they need to be followed.
What is "What the BLEEP" about? The best answer I can give: it is a study of reality, and how our perception of reality distorts what is real. It is about the theory that reality exists only in our mind. That reality, really, isn't real. Quantum physics, at its essence, describes the inconsistencies between commonly held beliefs and the possibilities that physics at the molecular level unveils. For example, particles inside the cell disappear and reappear in the most random order.
A review of "The GoodLot", a little movie about track, pubs and Portland - March 29, 2004—
This weekend was the "world premiere" of The GoodLot, a movie written by a co-track coach at Cleveland, Brian Wright, and shown at my favorite local movie theatre, The Clinton Street. It's a story about a 1500-meter runner who returns to racing after a 15-year hiatus to make an attempt at the Olympics. Attending the movie meant the happy confluence of supporting two friends (theatre owner and writer) so I couldn't miss it.
The movie takes place in Portland, Oregon but is very Brit-centric; the main characters' best friends are British, and one of them lives in a Mini Cooper. It makes no apologies for its small-budget independent film status, and as such, probably won't win any Sundance Festival awards. My verdict...
As I watched the film, I went from being absolutely underwhelmed (the sound quality in the opening shot, of a friend of the main character frying his breakfast and talking on the phone, was unnervingly amateur) to a little charmed, then to peeved, and to satisfied by the ending. If only the middle had such an effect!...