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Showing posts with label Jesse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jesse. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Jesse: Are you financing your trip to the game?

It’s a cliché, I know.

“It’s so expensive to go to a professional sporting event these days!”

Well, it is, and I have the floor today. So here’s an analysis of my trip to the baseball game last night. Now, thankfully I didn’t have to pay for every piece of this, but many do. Here’s what a trip for two to the ballpark cost us:

2 Tickets: $90.00
Parking: $15.00
2 Pork Sandwiches: $19.00
1 Medium Coke: $4.00
3 Beers: $21.75
1 Bag of Peanuts: 3.75
1 Obligatory Souvenir That You Know Is A Rip-off But You Have To Buy It Anyway: $8.00

Total Event Cost: $161.50

That’s insane.

It’s so expensive to go to a professional sporting event these days.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Jesse: “The Experiment” – Ein Disappointment

Strap in. This is a long one. But it’s about movies and psychology, so you’re lucky I stopped at all.

Reality: In the early ‘70s, Stanford University’s Philip Zimbardo conducted a now infamous study on the dramatic effect of human role-playing behavior. He simulated a prison environment using average university students that lasted only six days of the planned fourteen. Why? Because the illusion became real and the conditions that evolved for the prisoner students were so horrendous, Zimbardo was forced to call it off. The fascinating and horrifying results of this study impacted our understanding of human nature to such an extent that psychologists and researchers have referenced the Stanford Prison Study countless times since then. It’s inspired textbooks, novels, subsequent studies, and movies.

This brings us to the purpose of this post: evaluating the latest offering regarding this concept, Hollywood’s recent remake of the German film, “Das Experiment.”

I have to start by disclosing two facts:
1. I’ve seen “Das Experiment” several times. I was familiar with the Stanford Prison Study when I viewed it, which is what piqued my interest in the movie.
2. I have an IQ over 80.

And now, two things we can count on from Hollywood:
1.  The opening credits will be great.
2. The screenwriters, directors, and producers will assume the audience is incredibly dumb.

“The Experiment” certainly lived up to its obligation.

I was eager to see this film, and it began with promise. I desperately want to enjoy any bit of “entertainment” that can educate and/or illustrate an important psychological concept. The fact that our environment and circumstances can make even the most docile person become hostile is a frightening reality we can’t ignore. I really, really wanted to like it.

I didn’t.

The thing is, where “Das Experiment” relied on the actors to demonstrate the nuance of human behavior that could lead to such atrocities, “The Experiment” relied on a screenwriter smacking the audience over the head. The actual Stanford Prison Study required only human nature to escalate to the absurd, but “The Experiment” seemed to decide no one would believe reality. You could almost see the round table of writers scratching their heads as they tried to insert “Reasons” and “Explanations” into the script. “No one would believe this could happen. I know! What if we…?!”

The irony though? It did actually happen, and I believed the logical build a whole lot more in “Das Experiment” than I did in “The Experiment.” I don’t remember thinking once about the sequence of events that took our hero Tarek Fahd from his initial incarceration on day one to the jolting end when the bloody participants were left staring into the camera.  And yet, I found myself shaking my head several times as Travis and Barris faced off in “The Experiment.” It was almost like the movie didn't trust its own premise.

I also didn’t like how “The Experiment” neglected the roles of the researchers altogether. One of the other fascinating phenomena of the Stanford Prison Study was the fact that Zimbardo himself was so absorbed into the role-playing that he also began to lose perspective. An uninvolved colleague had to snap him out of his role and alert him to the reality of what they’d created. I’ll admit that “Das Experiment” does venture a bit into the unlikely with regard to the ultimate fates of the researchers, but it at least doesn’t ignore their roles and makes them participants in the process. In the actual study, there was no physical violence, and certainly no death. I have to believe that no researcher, regardless of the principles at play, would allow a study to escalate to the death of a participant without intervention. “Das Experiment” deals with that issue. “The Experiment” doesn’t. They tried to tack on a weak newscaster voiceover at the end, but the movie had already lost me by then. I couldn’t even tell you everything they said. It was a copout no matter what it was.

Now to the ending, and the most egregious insult of the film. Let me make this clear, I didn’t expect subtlety. I was hoping for it, but I didn’t expect it. Like I said, Hollywood tends to cater to the lowest common denominator, so explosions and breasts, yes, subtlety and nuance, no. But I also didn’t expect to have a,

“Hi, audience! This is what the movie was about. We were trying to make a point. Did you get it?” moment.

But alas, it did… Because we’re dumb. What an irritating contrast that was to the conclusion of “Das Experiment” where we were given only the probing, shocked, horrified, confused, accusatory stares of the actors. I remember thinking, “wow,” and sitting in silence for a moment as I absorbed the message at the end of that film. The remake? It’s hard to be poignant when you’re basically chucking road flares at your audience.

Please don’t misunderstand. I’m no xenophile. I’m not one of those self-righteous film snobs who automatically gives a film three stars because it has subtitles. There are plenty of fantastic films that are in English. Heck, Hollywood can even claim responsibility for a few of them. I will watch anything that looks interesting regardless of its language, culture, or theme, and I judge it on its own merits. I once sat through a seven-hour miniseries on War and Peace – in Russian. Also, make no mistake: I think Forest Whitaker and Adrien Brody are great actors. Anyone who’s seen “The Last King of Scotland” will never question Mr. Whitaker’s gift. My problem with “The Experiment” was not the acting by any means. It was the basic construction and lack of faith in the audience.

From imdb.com: “This movie is a remake of a movie based on a book that was inspired by the real-life Stanford prison experiment.”

Yeah, that about sums it up. If you want the best version, research the Stanford Prison Study. If you want an interesting take on the psychological principles at work in that experiment, check out 2001’s “Das Experiment.” If you want to waste 96minutes of your life, or you’re pretty sure you’re really dumb, rent 2010’s “The Experiment.”

But whatever you pick, make sure you have a strong stomach and are open to some tough self-examination.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Jesse: Opening Day

Crack the champagne, it’s that time of year again. Hey, if Michael can do a random shout-out to a country, I should certainly be able to draw some attention to the best week on the calendar. (No not Shark Week.) Baseball season.

So I’m not from Pennsylvania or a Phillies fan, but Allison is, so I’ll grovel for some bonus points and commend her on the heck of a game her team played today in their opener. It didn’t look good for most of the day, but they pulled it out with a big walk-off win in the bottom of the ninth that saved Halladay from a shocking 0-1 record.

The Phillies sure aren’t the same team everyone talked about in the off-season though. I tuned in expecting to see several names that weren’t on the roster. Man, they got hammered with injuries. It will certainly make the N.L East race more interesting than originally anticipated. I’m not sure having the Four Aces will be enough if their entire starting lineup is on rehab assignments. Still, any fan is lying to you if they said they wouldn’t trade their car and the wife’s little Fluffy for the Phillies’ pitching staff, shaky bullpen and all. Unbelievable. Probably the only thing that could slow them down is the Sports Illustrated Cover Curse. Good luck with that Philadelphia. If I were you I would have called a cheese steak truce, joined forces, and made sure that cover didn’t happen. But you didn’t. And the rest of the National League thanks you.

The Boston/Texas game was decent as well up until the 8th when Texas just manhandled Boston. I don’t know why, but there’s a special place in my heart for the Rangers. Not a Rangers fan by any means, but there’s this itty bitty ember that warms my soul when they beat up on the big boys. And yes, sorry Boston, but as much as you still like to think you’re the lovable underdog, you’re now in Yankees territory to the rest of the world. (Except when you’re playing the Yankees, of course).

So let the marathon begin. Here’s to finally being able to open the window and enjoy the sweet caress of the spring breeze as I doze off on the couch every Sunday afternoon listening to the beautiful drone of pitch counts and collective heartache when the homerun ball drifts foul.  (Except in Philly where it snowed today.)

I love baseball.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Jesse: Cats

I want them off my desk, out of my closet, and away from my beverages. I know you want to help out your mom, Kev, but seriously, get them away from my stuff.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Jesse Hanover: Hi

Ok, so Allison got this brilliant idea to do a series introducing some of her characters from her novels. Of course, Allison also thinks the idea of intermittent windshield wipers is brilliant, so whatever. Either way, she asked me to go first – which, ok  sure, does demonstrate a brief flash of brilliance, I’ll give her that. Personally, I think this is dumb, but then again, what isn’t?

So… hi. I’m Jesse. (your turn: Hi, Jesse!)

Thanks. We can hug if you want.

I’m an undergraduate psych student at Forked River State. Junior. Devastatingly handsome (yeah, kidding…or not…you tell me…*wink* - Has anyone seriously ever done an effective wink in an interaction? I can’t see that ever going over as planned.)

All winking speculation aside, my life basically sucks, but I get that everyone else’s pretty much does too. I’m trying to make the best of it, more or less, not that it’s going very well. In fact, it kind of keeps getting worse – and worse – but hey, I found out we had a hotdog bun toaster in our apartment the other day so there’s always that.  Oh yeah, and in between having my life ripped apart, I did watch those Lassie reruns with Holly and go to a lame party with my roommate Kevin. I wonder if Allison will let Kevin talk. Probably not. That would be a 3000-word post, minimum, and even she wouldn’t condone that kind of word-count. Sorry, that was low. She’ll get over it. She loves me.

Anyway, I guess I could say things are looking up. Yeah, ok, not really. But what else are you supposed to do with the crap life throws at you? You have to just deal with it and move on. I do worry sometimes that eventually I’ll reach a breaking point and everything will come crashing down. But for now, I’m kind of managing to stay afloat.

Kevin thinks I’m too smart for my own good. I suspect my girlfriend Holly is in that annoying camp too. And yeah, Professor Sanchez also, but it’s because they don’t really get me. I’m pretty sure at this point no one does and I’m ok with that believe it or not. The thing is, I’m not afraid to get into my head, and that scares people for some reason. I don’t know if they’re just afraid of themselves or what, but life is way too complicated to accept things at face value. The second you think you understand your world, it will screw you. And trust me, I know. Man do I know, but we’ll stop there. You didn’t log on for my stupid sob story anyway.

Ok! So now that we’re new best friends, commence with the inexplicable giggling, cookies, and Jane Austen book club!

Oops sorry, Holly’s rolling her eyes at me. She’s just jealous. She loves to giggle. And Jane Austen. Ok, now she’s about to stab me.

Jesse out before I lose an eyeball.