Monday, May 31, 2010

I shot the relief worker

but I did not shoot the MEP.

BBC: Deaths as Israeli forces storm Gaza aid ship
After least nine people have been killed after Israeli commandos stormed a convoy of ships carrying aid to the Gaza Strip, the Israeli army says.

Armed forces boarded the largest vessel overnight, clashing with some of the 500 people on board.

It happened about 40 miles (64 km) out to sea, in international waters.

Israel says its soldiers were shot at and attacked with weapons; the activists say Israeli troops came on board shooting.

(...)

The six-ship flotilla, carrying 10,000 tonnes of aid, left the coast of Cyprus on Sunday and had been due to arrive in Gaza on Monday. (...) [Israel's deputy Foreign Minister] accused the convoy of a "premeditated and outrageous provocation", describing the flotilla as an "armada of hate".

Sunday, May 30, 2010

IHWC: Last thoughts

So, the world champs are over and we've had a week to take a breather. Here's some concluding thoughts on the tournament.

We picked Canada to win, and they finished in seventh place. So that didn't go so well. However, I'm claiming credit on one point: unlike just about everyone else, we didn't pick Russia to win. I say this because there was a reason. I didn't think the Russians wanted their third medal in a row badly enough, and the way they played the tournament bore it out. They got to the final by playing consistently: in every game, they made the minimum effort required to win. In the final, they ran into a country prepared to do way more than the minimum, and lost. The same thing happened at Vancouver.

Head coach Bykov is leaving Team Russia, and it may be for the best. There's no denyning that he's changed Russia from a lackadaisical collection of skilled players to an international juggernaut, but it hasn't quite clicked yet. They're still a long way from the big red machine of a few decades ago, and in my opinion, one of the crucial differences is in the mentality. Bykov's squad has had real trouble showing up for big games. The ultimate humiliation was their awful start against Canada at Vancouver, but the same thing happened in Germany against the Czechs. In fact, despite the lopsided eventual numbers, it nearly happened against Finland; if the Finnish power play wasn't so amazingly rubbish, made even worse by coach Jalonen's inexplicable decision to insert a new player into the number one power play, Finland might have beaten the Russians the same way the Czechs did. As it is, though, Finland finished the tournament with the second-worst offensive. Only Kazakhstan scored less goals, and they were relegated. So that, as they say, is that. Recall, also, the world champs final in Canada against the home team, where the Russians almost gave the game away in the first two periods and had to mount an almost unimaginable comeback to win the game.

The reason I picked Canada to win was precisely this difference in mentality. While the Russians seem to stumble out of the gate in all their big games, the Canadians rarely suffer from this. What I didn't reckon with was that Mark Messier's first foray into general managering would be such an unmitigated disaster. As I said, the excuses are ready: Canada had only one olympic player and so on. They can hide behind that if they want, but really, their lack of Olympians should be a strength, not a weakness. Instead of sending guys jaded from Olympic success, they picked a young, hungry team that should have done much better. In my opinion, the fact that Corey Perry was their only Olympian makes the quarterfinal elimination all the stranger. And besides, looking at how Perry played, more players like him wouldn't have helped at all.

Speaking of Canada and the Olympics, this gives me an opportunity to poke fun at Canadian hockey again. One of the fundamental myths of Canadian hockey superiority is that while the "Euros" are in it for the money, Canadians play for the glory of Canada, hockey and the Stanley Cup. Remember how a few years back you couldn't read a story about NHL captains without someone brandishing the old adage about European captains? The claim was that no European captain had ever won the Stanley Cup, or would ever win the Stanley Cup, because Europeans just play for the paycheck and don't really care about hockey. Niclas Lidström put that one away, but the fundamental prejudice behind it remains.

That's why it was so funny to see the silly little storm-in-a-teacup over Crosby's refusal to play at the world champs. Apparently the kid didn't want to, saying via his agent that it was "more appropriate" for him to relax and prepare for the next season. Funnily, teammates Malkin & Gonchar didn't seem to think so, and turned up to represent Russia. Some people had the nerve to say that Crosby's refusal was disrespectful toward Hockey Canada, which sent everyone scrambling to the wünderkind's defense. Of course he doesn't have to play some stupid Mickey Mouse tournament! He has his day job to think about! It's fine by me; it's just somewhat amusing that Russian players put their national team before their summer vacation, the anointed messiah of Canadian hockey doesn't, and still Europeans are somehow less "principled" than Canadians. The doublethink required to be a Canadian hockey bigot is remarkable. Ceterum censeo, next time someone mentions running up the score, ask them why it doesn't apply to Team Canada. They beat Norway 12-1 this year.

Anyway, for me, the biggest disappointment of the whole tournament was Team USA. They, too, had a young team, fresh off the motivating mix of success and disappointment that is an Olympic silver medal (we know). Finland was in the same opening round group, and given how puny Finland's defense corps was, I fully expected the Americans to beat the snot out of Finland. They didn't, because incredibly enough, their offense was even worse than Finland's defense. The only thing I can say about the Americans' tournament is EPIC FAIL.

I expected the Americans and Finns to be in the medal games, and neither made it. Jukka Jalonen's Team Finland continues to fall short of even my pessimistic expectations. I'm pretty sure one of the reasons they lost to the Czechs was that like me, they too expected that Finland would win. The numbers would have been much uglier had the Czech offense not consisted almost entirely of unscreened wristshots. I find Jalonen's team to be a little confusing. On the one hand, there's a real attempt to play offensive hockey, even a puck possession game at times, which is a great change from the mind-numbing neutral zone trap we all got used to in the last ten years. It was long a mantra of Finnish hockey that Finland can only win through great defense and spectacular goaltending, and when every head coach fielded the same old 1-2-2, it was a self-fulfilling prophecy. So in this sense, Jalonen is great for Finnish hockey.

What I have trouble with is two things. First, and least, the motivational aspect, which was highlighted by several commentators on Finnish state television. Jalonen's team also suffers from spectacularly bad play in big games, even compared to their usual level. The question has been raised whether Jalonen has the leadership to really get the team to give its all when it counts the most. More importantly, I can't wrap my head around the way he picks a team. As near as I can tell, he's totally dedicated to fielding the worst defense ever on a Finnish national team, and suceeded in doing so again this year. Granted, this is better than Erkka Westerlund's system of picking 20 wingers, three centermen and five D and rolling up lines with a pair of dice, but still, I don't understand what he's doing. Then again, I don't even know who actually picks the Finnish national team. Is it Jalonen? Or does our "GM" actually do something? I have to admit I don't even know, so I'm not sure whose fault this all is. Several signs point at Jalonen, though, including the strange inclusion of Antti Miettinen on all of his teams, despite his notorious uselessness on the national team, and an odd penchant for seemingly random players from the Finnish league.

On that note, I do have to gloat on two points about the Finnish team. Juhamatti Aaltonen, this year's European league wildcard, was just as useless as I said he would be in my Finnish-language preview. Aaltonen, touted as a "sniper", managed one (1) goal in the entire tournament, and that was a superfluous empty-netter against Slovakia. A second point is Miettinen's linemate. As I've said, before the tournament, Veikkaaja, the sports supplement (sort of) of one of Finland's biggest daily newspapers, was headlined "Savior". On the cover was Jussi Jokinen. Left off the Olympic team for dastardly and underhanded reasons, Jokinen was now going to save Team Finland at the world champs.

Yeah, right. When Jokinen was left off the Vancouver roster, I argued that this was for two reasons: Jalonen was going to play Mikko Koivu with his Minnesota linemate Miettinen, and Jokinen was always rubbish in international play. The first wasn't the case, perplexingly, but this spring Jokinen quite decisively proved the second. The "savior" of Team Finland was, again, useless. He scored two goals against Slovakia, but in the big games, what did he manage? He took an idiotic 2+10 against Russia for a flying elbow to Sergei Gonchar's head, and three minor penalties in the decisive game against the Czechs. To top it all off, the former shootout specialist missed the net on his game-deciding penalty shot. Some savior he.

That shootout was embarassing, by the way. The Czech forwards were great, but really, as he's freely admitted himself, Vokoun is rubbish at shootouts. He stays up for way too long. All three of Finland's shooters could easily have scored. As it was, only the first guy did; the next two had wide-open nets in front of them and missed. In a way, that does sum up Finland's whole tournament.

It also brings me neatly to the most important point I have. The great thing about the tournament as a whole was the importance of the offense. This year, teams that were good on the offense won, and teams that couldn't score didn't. The low-scoring Czechs were the exception that confirms the rule, while Denmark are pretty much the posterboys. Of the big countries, Finland, Sweden, Canada and the US suffered heavily from an inability to put the puck in the net, while a fearless offense landed Denmark a historical place in the quarterfinals. Switzerland also showed up with a much better offensive game than they ever had under Ralph Krüger, and they would have been in the semifinals if they'd only concentrated on the game, as opposed to spearing and fighting.

I fully expect the Swiss and Danes to do well next year too, while Finland may start paying a heavy price for its systemic neglect of goal-scorers in junior hockey. They may have won the world title, but the last few years have been bleak for the Czechs at the NHL draft, and worse for the Slovaks. The latter have Tomas Tatar and Richard Panik to look forward to; not only do they have awesome names, but they play up to them as well. In the longer run, though, it'll be interesting to see if Finland, the Czechs and the Slovaks can keep up with the other big countries, or if they'll sink to second tier.

All in all, though, the gap between the small and big countries is narrower now than it has ever been, and that's great for hockey. I'm already looking forward to next year.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

The Unlikely Persian Prince


 The Verdict:
 GO SEE!

REVIEW:
Jake Gyllenhaal seemed like the most unlikely actor picked to play the video gamed based character, Prince Dastan, aka, the Prince of Persia, in the film Prince of Persia: Sands of Time.
Gyllenhaal, known best for his homosexual role in Brokeback Mountain and his earlier work in the weird Donnie Dark--- playing an action hero doesn't fit.
With his big, blue puppy dog eyes and Mr. Nice Guy personality, Gyllenhaal doesn't ooze toughness one bit--- but his role as Dastan proves otherwise.
Decked out with long hair, a buff body and wearing gladiator type gear highlighting his new body, Gyllenhaal certainly has the look of a warrior. He carries swords and knows how to use them, and leaps around the screen effortlessly as if he's flying in most scenes. He's got the role of Prince Dastan down pat.
But with Prince of Persia being a Disney film, casting Gyllenhaal as the prince was probably a risk. Given some of his other roles, could he appeal to younger audiences? Gyllenhaal himself gives off a good guy aura and his portrayal of Dastan is likeable. He is the hero of the film and that would make him more than A-ok with the smaller filmgoers.
Gyllenhaal is joined by the relatively new actress Gemma Arterton (Quantum of Solace) who plays the beautiful, headstrong Princess Tamina, the accomplished Ben Kingsley (Gandhi, Shutter Island) as evil Nizam and Alfred Molina (Chocolat) a greedy ostrich racer. Persia is produced by blockbuster producer Jerry Bruckheimer (Pirates of the Carribean series, National Treasure series) and complemented with a perfect action felt score by Harry Gregson-Williams (The Chronicles of Narnia, Kingdom of Heaven).
Prince of Persia starts off to a slow start, but once it picks up, the action doesn't stop. As unlikely as Gyllenhaal comes across for the role of Dastan, he proves he was meant to play the Prince of Persia.


Trailer:
http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1810041991/video

*The Stars:
Jake Gyllenhaal, Gemma Arterton, Ben Kingsley, Alfred Molina

~Director:
Mike Newell

~Music:
Harry Gregson-Williams

~Rating:
PG-13

~How Long:
1 hr. 55 mins.

~Opening:
5/28/10

Friday, May 28, 2010

Stanley Cup Final preview

Who's going to win? Shit, I don't know. Philadelphia has a better-rounded playoff team, but Chicago has better forwards and goaltending, although I'm not totally sure about the latter. This blog is rooting for Chicago, because if they win, it will mean that Toronto will hold the record for longest Cup drought, and we'd like that.

I do have a couple of pointers, though. First of all, give Philadelphia's front office credit for putting togther an excellent playoff team. In the regular season, it all looked like the Philadelphia we're used to since the lockout: big hits, suspensions, comedy defense, a different goalie every night. We didn't think they'd make the postseason. In the playoffs, though, they've really started playing hockey, and after all, these are the games that count.

On defence, it's going to be interesting to see how the big guys match up. Yes, Chris Pronger is old, slow and plays dirty. He's won the Hart Trophy, Norris Trophy and Stanley Cup, too, and he's a hell of a postseason player. One on one, as good as Chicago's guys have been, I'd give him the edge.

When it comes to the defense as a whole, though, the Flyers are in trouble. Montréal had a strangely schizophrenic offense. When they were on their game, Cammalleri was unstoppable; when they were off their game, you couldn't even understand how they were trying to score, let alone how they might eventually manage it. It was much the same thing with Boston. Chicago is probably going to give the Flyers the first real defensíve test of the postseason, and I don't think they're going to pass. When they're not at their best, they do play the usual Philadelphia comedy defense, and I fully expect Kane, Toews and the over-lettered Byfuglien to tear them apart.

Overall, I'd rank the Hawks' forwards over the Flyers', what with Jonathan Toews heading for a Conn Smythe Trophy whichever way the final goes. The Flyers have more depth while the Hawks' first line is on a different level than anything the Flyers can throw at them.

There's been a lot of ink spilled about the goaltending on both sides. Philadelphia's revolving door system has worked remarkably well, and Leighton posted some incredible numbers against Montréal, while Niemi has been good. Here's the thing, though: neither of them is actually as good as they're being made out to be.

The Finnish media has been having a field day with reports of Niemi, who several North American publications have claimed was "the difference" against the Sharks. Sure, he played well while Nabokov wasn't at his best. That definitely wasn't the difference, though. Now that I've used the term twice, I'm beginning to think the Difference is a friend of the Situation's. Anyhow, the thing with Niemi is that he's a positional goalie, rather like Minnesota's Niklas Bäckström and Toronto's monster, although he's way better than either of those guys. Anyone playing a positional style is very much at the mercy of his team's defensemen, and Niemi's numbers are a combination of his play, his team's defense and the Sharks' inept offense. Big Pavelski was a disappointment in the Hawks series, and the big line an even bigger one. They had much more to do with the Hawks win than Niemi did. I'm not saying he was bad, I'm just saying he wasn't nearly as good as they say he is.

The same goes for Leighton. As I said above, the Montréal offense was, at times, ridiculous. Their insistence on unscreened shots would make any NHL goalie look good, and although Leighton pulled off a couple of impressive saves, his numbers are much better than his play. The "musical goalies" system also comes with a drawback: Boucher's healthy again. If Leighton doesn't play well enough in the first game, will they start second-guessing and switch goalies? What will that do to their game?

Although the numbers say different, and despite what I've just said, I do think Niemi is a better goalie than Leighton. Hey, if playing for Pelicans in the Finnish league back when they routinely lost games 10-2 doesn't teach you goaltending, what will? More importantly, the Hawks defend better than the Flyers.

So overall, I think Chicago has the clear advantage. With one big "but". The Hawks are a very young team, and the Flyers aren't. Superior experience may well come into play here, especially as the series gets older. The first two games will be fairly big, but given Philadelphia's ability to rally from a defeat, not as big as they might otherwise be. Then again, if the Hawks get nervous, the Flyers can really take the fight to them from the get-go.

Still, my money's on the Blackhawks. A big line, better team defense and better goaltending sounds like a safe bet. Then again, the Flyers wouldn't be here if the safe bet always won.

Whoever wins, the best part is that if anyone says they saw this final matchup coming, they're lying. No-one could have predicted this, and I like that. I hope the best team wins.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

The Eurovision Song Contest

So, the Eurovision Song Contest is tomorrow. I should start out by saying that I'm basically a fan of the whole shebang. The idea of bringing together (almost) all the countries of Europe and its adjoining areas to celebrate music is, fundamentally, a good one, and I look forward to the spectacle every year.

The Song Contest has its critics. One of the more outspoken ones of recent years was British radio personality Terry Wogan. Some of his criticisms were downright idiotic, like his persistent allegations that the voting is completely fixed. This has been parroted over the years by a number of British "critics", mainly as an excuse for Britain's dismal showing at the contest. They prefer to believe that this is the consequence of some vast continental conspiracy rather than a logical outcome of the horrible rubbish they've been sending to the contest for the last decade. I talked about this earlier with quotations.

There's one of his criticisms that I sympathize with, though. Wogan has been critical of the failure of Eurovision contestants to represent their countries' music in any meaningful way, instead opting for bland, standardized Euro-dross. It's very true. Usually, the bigger countries want to send a representative who is dignified enough to represent their nation, which always means some woman singing a mortally boring song about love. These days, though, that trend is on the wane, as for the last several years, more and more countries have come around to thinking that Eurotechno is the surest route to the final. It really depresses me that the majority of the entries, even this year, are either boring ballads that are worthy of the dignity of the nation, or second-rate techno songs from the 90's bargain bin.

Of course, this year the contest itself is completely schizophrenic. After several years of using the popular vote to determine the winner, the EBU has reintroduced "expert" panels. Now each country's votes are made up from a mix of the popular vote, accounting for 50%, and the opinion of a panel of supposed experts, which accounts for another 50%.

This is stupid. The Eurovision Song Contest is now committed to sitting on the fence when it comes to one of the classic questions of art: who is it for? What is the objective of an entry to the Eurovision Song Contest? Should it be a song that people all over Europe will like enough to vote for, or a song that wows supposed experts? The two, one feels, rarely coincide; an example is Portugal's entry this year, which I'm told ranks very high on the experts' lists but very low with the bookies. I'm sure it has great artistic merit, but as a punter, I think it's plain boring and I'd never vote for it. How many "music experts" would have voted for Lordi or Ruslana, the two undisputed highlights of the 2000's?

To be entirely clear, only the latter of those two was a musical highlight. Lordi's win was a highlight because it, like Ruslana before it, gave us some hope that the Eurovision Song Contest isn't doomed to an eternity of techno and boring ballads. After Lordi, there have been at least a couple of rock bands in the contest every year, and that has to be a good thing.

This may not be fair, but I've gained the impression that the move back to panels is a result of pressure from the bigger funders of the song contest, who usually do poorly in the popular vote. It certainly makes sense. Personally, I think it doesn't do the contest any good. A win by the popular vote is as close to an honest, all-European mandate that a song is good as you can get. Why muddy the thing up with panels? Alleging a popular vote is rigged is a conspiracy theory. Rumors of deals between national panels were rife back when some countries used them; why bring all that back?

Furthermore, I find the idea that a board of experts carries equal weight with thousands of votes to be repellent. In our private lives, we all like to think that we know what's good music and what isn't far better and more objectively than the next guy, and why shouldn't we? At the end of the day, it's a question of taste. I present some very strong opinions on art in this blog every now and then, but they're the opinion of one writer only. I'd find the idea that my opinion being the equivalent of hundreds if not thousands of votes horrific. And I'm not at all convinced the people on those panels are any more entitled to it. If we're supposed to be a continent of democracies, why aren't we one at the Eurovision Song Contest?

So get rid of the damn panels already. And participating countries: for next year, please, please come up with something that isn't either techno, some X-Factor or Idol castoff or a boring ballad. Surely you can do better. Your entire national music scene cannot be summed up by bad singing, scantily clad dancing girls and a techno beat. Can it?

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Book review: A Wolf at the Table

Here's another bildungsroman.

Augusten Burroughs: A Wolf at the Table: A Memoir of My Father



This one deals with a darker subject matter. A Wolf at the Table is a prequel of sorts to Augusten Burroughs's autobiographical Running With Scissors, and like it, this is billed as a memoir. It is the story of a young child brought up by a mother whose mental health is failing, and a psychopathic father. It's a very powerful, dark story that I can't in good faith recommend to any sensitive readers.

There's a fundamental problem with writing all fiction. If I recall correctly, it was Russian playwright Chekov who said that if a pair of pistols is seen above the mantlepiece in Act 1, they must be used in Act 3. The problem is familiar to anyone who has ever read a detective story: the murderer must be one of the people we're introduced to at the beginning of the story. This forces the narrative to be, in a sense, predictable.

Burroughs's memoir suffers from a form of this. It is so dark, so miserable, so psychotic, that the reader very quickly becomes inured to the darkness and lunacy of it all. From the beginning, all of the young protagonist's attempts to win his father's heart fail, and all the pets he has meet unfortunate ends of some kind. To be blunt, by the time he gets a guinea pig, you know it's going to end up dead. I think this is a terrible shame, because it really detracts from a well-written book, but it is its major weakness. The author paints a powerful picture of living with a psychotic father, but trivializes it by heaping misery upon misery, fear upon fear and disappointment upon disappointment until it all becomes predictable and, frankly, boring.

On the other hand, the last chapters of the book, set in the protagonist's youth and later days, seem strangely detached from the whole. It's as if they were pinned on as an afterthought, as forced closure to create a "story arc" worthy of Hollywood. They don't really seem to add anything to the story.

In between the rather formulaic recitation of family misery are excellent moments of storytelling. At times, Burroughs (an assumed name) creates a very convincing, engrossing narrative that one can't help but be immersed in. These flashes of brilliance are too few for me to really recommend this book to anyone unless the subject particularly interests them, but they're there. It's a strangely dual book: on the other hand, the power of personal experience shines through it, but on the other hand, it seems to be so rigidly welded to the conventions of storytelling, story arcs and literature in general that much of that power is wasted. This combination makes the book memorable and forgettable at the same time, which is an odd experience.

In short, A Wolf at the Table is memorable, powerful, tragic, and forgettable, conventional and trivial at the same time. Technically, I suppose that makes it a very accurate memoir of life, but at the same time, a strangely split reading experience.

My recommendation is sadly banal: if the subject of a boy growing up with a psychotic father fascinates you, give it a shot; otherwise, don't bother.

Russell Hood


 The Verdict:
 GO SEE!

REVIEW:
Even given a great director (Ridley Scott, Gladiator, Kingdom of Heaven) and a strong lead actor as the legendary archer Robin Hood (Russell Crowe, Gladiator, 3:10 to Yuma), "Boring" was the first thought that popped into my head. Was I wrong.
I envisioned someone younger as Robin Hood--- Orlando Bloom came to mind especially--- not someone as rugged as Crowe. Crowe was perfect however. He played Robin Hood as a tough guy with tenderness too. Bloom would have aced the soft parts of Hood's character but not his warrior moments. Crowe's big moment near the end, displaying Hood's perfection in his archery skills on his nemesis takes the cake.
Cate Blanchett (Elizabeth, Notes on a Scandal) was wonderful as the hard working, stubborn and sometimes amusing Lady Marion. She and Crowe shared great chemistry together as a pair thrown together involuntary as husband and wife, who eventually fall in love.
Max von Sydow (Minority Report, Shutter Island) providing comedic relief as a blind old man, William Hurt (A History of Violence, Mr. Brooks) the sympathetic character, Mark Strong (Body of Lies, Sherlock Holmes) making an excellent villian and sorta newcomer Oscar Isaac (Body of Lies) as the heartless new king, help make the cast outstanding.
With a beautiful, powerful score (Marc Streitenfeld, American Gangster, Body of Lies) to complete things, Robin Hood is a great action filled epic worth seeing.



Trailer:
http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1810077954/video

*The Stars:
Russell Crowe, Cate Blanchett, Max von Sydow, William Hurt, Mark Strong

~Director:
Ridley Scott

~Music:
Marc Streitenfeld

~Rating:
PG-13

~How Long:
2 hrs. 11 mins.

~Opening:
5/12/10