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A Ten Day Master Cleanse Journey

The Alchemist Weekly, August 24, 2010

A ten day Master Cleanse journey

Robin Canfield details his experience with the fad.

Day 3:
Having not decided to write about this experience until today, I have no entries for Day 1 or Day 2, so I’ll try to catch you up.
First off, the Master Cleanse, also known as the Lemon Diet (dieta limón) is not strictly a fast. You are consuming nutrients. Telling as few people as possible that you are doing the Master Cleanse is recommended. I’d add that if you do tell anyone about it, you should say it’s a diet, not a fast. It leaves less to explain.
What is the Master Cleanse? Well, mainly it is a process by which you remove toxins from your body. How? Well, first make sure you aren’t eating anything. Also, if you’re squeamish, you may want to just stop right here. Ready?
You ingest almost nothing but a mixture of water, equal parts fresh-squeezed lemon juice and maple syrup, as well as cayenne pepper. Several cups worth a day. Other than that, more water, and laxatives. I went with senna tea. You have to drink the tea before bed and then more the next day, or go with the salt water bath. Bath is kind of a misnomer, you’re bathing your insides i.e. drinking salt water, so it’s really more of a flush. And, it’s about 32 ounces. It’s disgusting. After the second day I was already telling myself, “Well I’m glad I only have to do that eight more times.”
The first day has been the hardest so far. Apparently there’s a process called easing-in to the diet. My fiancé and I (we’re doing the cleanse together) decided on the day-after 4th of July family potluck have-ice cream-before-we-can’t-eat-for-12-days start. Not the easiest way to go, and definitely made the prospect of quitting on day one much more enticing. So did finding out on day two that you don’t really have to do the salt water bath on the first day.
At this point I should mention that it’s best to check all the details before start doing this. Go to themastercleanse.org or better yet, find a book about it; there’s at least two or three out there in print, and more as e-books.
Having fasted for several-day stints before, the idea of not eating for 10 days (12 days really–there’s an ease-out process that is apparently much more important than the ease-in process) wasn’t that daunting. Once you get the cleanse going, it’s actually much easier than I expected because the lemon juice-maple syrup mix does actually help the hunger go away. By the second day I felt like I’d already broken the habit of regular meals, too, and spent the latter half of the day comfortable and happy. The only real problem I had on day two was, well, you’re supposed to hold that saltwater in for as long as possible and I didn’t realize that until reading about it later on in the same day, so it probably didn’t have the full effect as intended.
Right now I am mid-way through day 3. I rode a 16 mile bike ride first thing yesterday, and again first thing today. It seems a little more difficult, but I can’t say I’ve felt like I was short on energy. Short on sleep, maybe, but that’s not uncommon for me at any time. I think I’ve passed all my saltwater (I love how so many people who write about the cleanse shorten “bowel movement” to “BM” – I’ll have to try it at some point) and am about to go juice some lemons for the first time today. 
A note: You’re not supposed to drink the lemon mix until after you’ve done the saltwater, so I hope you don’t wake up hungry every day (even though you’ll be falling asleep hungry most nights).
Oh, and back to bowel movements. After day one, well, there’s not much to push out. Whatever there is won’t be pleasant; just remember that whatever you see has been stuck in your system for some time, and probably would stay there clogging you up forever if you weren’t doing this cleanse.

Day 4:
Tip of the day: don’t fart. It’s not air. Thankfully I’m just passing this message on, not speaking from experience.
Having downed a bottle of salt water four times already, I can gladly say that today was easier. I never really felt like I might throw up. And, as I get further into this cleanse, I’m definitely flushing more out of my system. Yes, bowel movements. Not just bowel movements though–I’ve never completely stopped having acne since it first started many years ago, and at times as I’ve played with my diet it’s been worse than others, but I haven’t really had a huge amount of and/or really big zits for some time. Last night I got a really big one on my nose, and currently there’s quite a bit on my chest, back and shoulders. Some might think, ‘that’s it, it’s the diet, I’m done.’ I’ve paid close attention to my diet in correlation with my health for some time now, however, and can say with certainty that there is very little to no lemon juice, maple syrup, and cayenne pepper in my diet, so these things aren’t the root cause of the acne. I have no doubt that the diet is causing this breakout, but my thinking is that, if I’m flushing toxins out of my body one way, it’s probably coming out in others, too, which would be the zits.
On to other things. I did a second sixteen mile bike ride which definitely did more to drain my energy. I probably could have done one this morning, but instead I slept an extra two hours. For a light sleeper like me, sleep is definitely easier to attain on this diet.
Other things to note: none, really. I haven’t eaten solid food in over three days, I’m feeling good, and I’m about ready to go squeeze some lemons. I guess I could add that rolling lemons forcefully on the counter before cutting and juicing them is a simple way to make juicing them easier.

Day 5:
Wow, half way through, kind of. Sat around and did very little yesterday, not so much out of necessity from lack of energy, but as choice and ability.
Having watched a movie in a public park last night and in a theater today, I can say it is much easier to not think about the popcorn and candy in a dark theater. Even if I try to avoid these things most of the time anyway, I can say from smelling and seeing them at the movie in the park (a park much like Central Park) that, when not eating any other foods, these have a greater attraction (though at the park in Florida, there are some seriously ugly people in way-too-revealing clothing to help do away with an appetite. This isn’t as helpful in Corvallis where revealing clothing isn’t as easy of an option, not that it matters since the parks department turned down the only person in the last year to apply for a permit to show free movies in Central Park).
We bought lemons again today. I think yesterday was the only day to not have purchased any so far, but at least that half-gallon jug of maple syrup from the other day endures. I guess it’s for the best, fresher lemons are superior, especially as it’s bad to refrigerate them – it slows down the enzymes that are supposed to be active in your system to help draw out the toxins.
And, the toxins definitely continue to come out. I feel like I have two solid lines down the sides of the back of my neck where those occasional zits have now come out en masse. Bowel movements continue as well, and it’s already amazing to think these will continue everyday even though I haven’t consumed anything solid for over four days. Even the saltwater bath in the morning has been flushing more out, surprising to me because I had thought as days progressed it would be flushing less.
And let me tell you, after the first few days you are as used to chugging 32 ounces of saltwater as you’re going to get. It doesn’t get any less difficult, nor ever anything close to pleasant. Luckily, I find that the lemon-maple syrup-cayenne mix is quite pleasant; tasty even. A friend tasted it yesterday and said much the same, adding that he would be happy to drink that even without being in the process of the cleanse. Of course, when I pointed out how much maple syrup that would be adding to a (hopefully) already complete diet, he reconsidered.
There was only a short bike ride for me today, perhaps two miles. It did in fact feel tiring, but more so it  aggravated my already injured knee. This was why I put off any rides at all yesterday, and possibly will again in the coming week unless my knee feels like it needs a stretch. This injury has been bugging me for over a month now; it wasn’t too bad at first, but working and moving when I should have been resting it only made it worse, then when it was getting better I went on a bike ride that was far too long for my own good, and as it again seemed to be healing a vaccination shot was needed in preparation for upcoming travel and all of a sudden it was both swollen and painful. I mention this only because some testimonies about the Master Cleanse claim that even injuries such as this heal better during/after a cleanse (and because on the whole I believe vaccinations are an unneeded racket).

Day 6:
Everything continues as normal. Actually, more and more seems to come out every day, both in bowel movements and on my neck.
Lack of energy is not so much a problem as lack of sleep. I woke up with a killer headache, and I’m thinking I just didn’t drink enough water before going to bed. Unfortunately that meant I had to delay the saltwater flush a bit after waking up until the fierce pain of the headache went away. I know my limits and it would do no good to try chugging saltwater when I’m already feeling nauseous; it ain’t staying down.
Despite the hope that once I got the saltwater successfully down it would help flush out the headache, the dissipated pain has yet to actually totally go away and I have no wish to go outside into bright sunlight. The vuvuzelas at the World Cup are also more unpleasant than ever before.
I’ve been drinking plenty of liquids, both in the hopes of getting this headache gone and because I’ve been taking advantage of the one way you are allowed to “cheat” in this Master Cleanse: herbal mint tea. I usually prefer straight mint tea, but this herbal kind is tasty enough as long as it is still hot. Once it cools off, nothing doing. I’d rather have more of the lemon, etc. drink.

Day 7:
A tip – make sure to wash your bottles. I have used a plastic bottle for my saltwater container every morning to make it easier to measure out. I kind of thought that the nastiness of the water had leveled out for me after the first two days, but after my fiancé gave them a thorough cleaning, the bottles had a much less-saltier taste to the water. Definitely easier to drink down.
On a less encouraging note, you may tell yourself when you’re starting out that you’re fasting and it will be cheaper than usual because you’re not eating. And it is, barely. When you’re in line to buy $15 worth of lemons of a $30 jug of maple syrup (twice), it doesn’t feel so cheap.
I think all I’ve got is notes today. There’s nothing to talk about otherwise. The bowel movements continue, the lemon drink still flows. I know when I’m done I’ll spend a day with juice, some watermelon, and maybe an apple. The day after I’m having salads. Not lots, that would probably make my stomach explode, but salad until I’m full, that’s for sure. And some day soon, Thai food.

Day 8:
Only two more days of chugging saltwater in the morning, I am so, so grateful for this. And to be done, mostly. I still only feel a yearning to eat when I smell food, or food-substitutes (like when I bike past a Taco Bell or McDonald’s). Not that I can’t think ahead to enjoying real, delicious foods.
My skin is mostly clearing from the zits that had popped up as the toxins were forced out of my body. I wish I knew how all this worked in my system, but so far I think I can come up with a pretty good theory, and one that is different than I had before this cleanse.
I had assumed from the long-running random zits that pop up on my body that there is a certain amount of toxins stored in the areas under my skin, all over my body. I had supposed that this was a build-up of many years and that even this ten day cleanse would not be enough to rectify the build-up/back-up/whatever, so that I would probably have to do another (possibly longer) cleanse later. Now my skin is mostly clearing up. So there was a storage of toxin in the tissue under my skin, but probably much less than I had thought before, and there is a bigger storage somewhere in my system that feeds that backed up supply. I base this not just on my clearing skin, but on the fact that my bowel movements continue regularly, and with the same if not more matter/toxins/stink being forced out. So the toxins are still there, but what would be siphoned out to my pores is being cut off and forced out in bowel movements. Maybe I’m wrong, this is just what I’m figuring from how my body reacts. Of course, the continuation of said bowel movements proves that there still is still storage of toxins in my body somewhere, which means (depending on the amount of toxins still within me) there is still a storage somewhere, the random zits will most likely resume after some undeterminable amount of time after I end this cleanse, and it is still probably in my best interest to do another cleanse in my near future. This is entirely healthy I am sure, as I have read accounts by people who have taken their cleanse up to almost thirty days before, and also one man who does the cleanse at least once a year, or maybe it was every other year. Either way, I can’t imagine this cleanse doing damage to you unless you switched to it permanently (or if you have a social life based around eating and drinking, in which case the minimum 10-day stint might be best).

Day 9:
One more day to go until I can start eating food. I’m really looking forward to watermelon and  grapes, and I’m also thinking perhaps that we’ll get some raw crackers, perhaps other raw foods.
I’m just over halfway through this day, I’ve happily purchased my last bag of lemons, and spent the day using lots of energy out tubing a river in a state park. Before you say “right, a lot of energy is used up tubing a river” this is a small, gator-free section of a Florida river and you go about 15, maybe 20 minutes before you get out and walk all the way back to the start; so yes, a lot of energy (and amazingly, my knee is feeling pretty good). And, it built up a lot of hunger, but I drank a lot of lemon drink and I’m going to keep drinking it.
Not just to put down the hunger, of course, but because it’s the lemon and the cayenne that really bring the toxins out of your tissue to help flush them. And I’m seeing more and more toxins being flushed out of my system.
I’m starting to accept something I was told before I started this: that it takes about seven days before you really start expelling the toxins in your system. (This seems to be true. It isn’t just that more things are being flushed out of my system, it’s that new, different things are in there, in my bowel movement). That’s one reason that ten days is the minimum amount to go for this cleanse, so you at least get a few days of full-out cleanse. Odd enough to know, but again this helps support my new theory explained in yesterdays journal entry, that my skin can only hold so many toxins, that they are supplied by another, inner source, and if more and more toxins are being flushed out via bowel movement then perhaps that is why my skin is in a happier state. Not to say there are no zits on my skin, or that my pores are entirely clean. They just aren’t acting as mad at me as they were a few days ago.
This does make me happy, but not as happy as the prospect of being done. Not so much to say I did it, and not because I’ll be able to eat again soon (even if someone is telling me about “desert nachos” as I type)–I can actually control my hunger really well. It’s the fact that I won’t be bugged about quitting early anymore because my fiancé, the person I’m doing this cleanse with, wants to eat food. She’s the only one that’s done the cleanse before, too. I guess these things are just easier for some people than others. Go figure.

Day 10:
I thought I would wait until the end of this day to write and recap, seeing as it is the last official day of the cleanse.
At this moment, my stomach is more upset with me now that it has been at any other time since I started. Not because I am hungry, but because I cheated. Well, due to impending travel and the need to  be able to ingest food, my fiancé and I ate fruit early: tonight’s dinner. It’s still cheating though – not quite the full ten days.
I’d thought about having the Senna laxative tea this last night, just to force out whatever toxins that remained from being pushed into my digestive system. As it turns out – no need. Not exactly because I already cheated and ate some food, but because an all fruit meal for your first food in ten days, well, it has the same effect. More so possibly.
The first food I put in my mouth was intended to be watermelon, but pre-chopped watermelon from the grocery store, while looking tasty, just wasn’t as mouth-watering as one I could have cut open on my own. So the first thing I ate was a tomato–yep, a tomato, just like you would an apple. Then I had a few bites of watermelon, a few bites of honeydew, a nectarine and some grapes. I washed all that down with some carrot juice. It tasted good. Not as fantastic as the omelet I dreamt about last night, and not as good as your mind begins to tell you food can be once you’re into this cleanse.
So the easing-out has begun. To get back to my stomach, it’s not in pain, it’s probably just that I’m not used to it really functioning now, and it is operating at a constant gurgle of about every 5 minutes for the last hour or so. I’m glad it still works, not that I was worried. To aid in bringing my stomach back to life, we’ve also begun taking Multidophilus pills. As I understand it, it’s bacteria that’s good for your stomach, that actually works in your stomach–kind of like what’s in yogurt, only this kind is in pill form (and has to be kept chilled). We plan to take a few of them a day for the next few days to ensure that our stomachs stay in good shape.
How do I feel at the end of these ten days? Well, I’ve definitely lost some weight–probably water weight that will come back. Does my system feel cleaner? Kind of. I can’t say I feel a definite sense of being cleansed, perhaps that will come more once I’m back in to eating, but I plan to write for the next two days at least as I ease back in to regular food, so we’ll see.

Day 11:
Wow. Two things I never thought I’d think (and still proudly haven’t said aloud): What a joy it is to poop something solid. And what joy it is to fart without worry.
Eating food again has been pleasant. I haven’t found any flavors that blow my mind, but then I still haven’t gone all out on my dining yet. We kept it simple today. Breakfast: gluten free (i.e. tasty seed) crackers with tomato, avocado and hummus. Also a little of the smoothest coffee in the world, which I’m sorry to say is more of a lucky find on our part so you may want to skip the coffee. Too much acid is still going to be bad for your stomach, and the worse the coffee the more acidic. Even with the smooth coffee I waited until after I had some food in my stomach.
Just remember, it is fruit juice after all. Same with wine, and I had a touch of that with dinner. The rest of dinner was rice with veggies – some steamed, some fried, one baked. The key to remember is not to over eat, unless you’re looking to throw up, be constipated or otherwise sick and uncomfortable. I was near full and my stomach on edge when I finished off with a spring roll, the most-processed food I’ve had so far. Surprisingly, it settled my stomach down. Perhaps a tiny bit of bread product can be good for resuming digestion, though I don’t see how much it can differ from the rice at this early stage.
Oh, and more Multidophilus. And water, it helps everything flow.
Several hours later I haven’t felt at all hungry and my stomach is gurgling away same as yesterday.
Tomorrow for breakfast: more fruit. Maybe I’ll get to that salad I’ve been wanting for lunch, if I have a lunch, otherwise it’s dinner and maybe by then I’ll feel like some cheese, the first dairy I’ll have had except a tiny splash in the coffee.

Day 12:

Final journal entry folks, because I’m back to eating food.
A mix of mango, blackberry, raspberry and strawberry is always a good way to start the day.
Now a few notes. I am, without doubt, still pushing out toxins. I’ve had some lemon water, but none with cayenne so I doubt I’m stirring up more toxins in my system, so this is probably what had already been mixed around and my body is finishing flushing them out. It’s comforting to know that what was stirred up keeps getting flushed out even once you start eating, but it also tells me that there are still plenty of toxins deep in my system ready to be stirred up. So sooner rather than later another Master Cleanse would be good – probably a longer one.
Unfortunately I haven’t gotten my big salad yet, but I did get Thai for dinner. It was very satisfying, but probably too satisfying too soon. I never had any pain in my stomach, but definitely some discomfort as everything clumped together to feel a bit like a rock. Even with the doses of Multidophilus adding good bacteria to my system, I don’t think that I primed the enzymes in my stomach well enough for digesting a big portion of rice or noodles. Then again, it could just be the size of the portion; I’d say stop before you’re full, because you’re going to get full much faster than you remember. Walks afterwards are definitely good, which reminds me that my knee is still injured, but feeling much better than when I started the cleanse.
Keep the water flowing. Two meals a day is still enough to fill me. I wonder if it will stay that way, but I doubt it. Nor do I think it’s something to dwell on. After effectively resetting my stomach, I’m thinking it’s best to focus on what food I put into my system so I can keep myself healthy and so next time I do the Master Cleanse I have the smallest amount of new toxins to work out as possible.

Tips:
Willpower is necessary, especially at the beginning. Avoid gatherings with food and drink; unfortunately this means most social events. Go for the salt water flush in the morning–who really wants to be using laxatives all day, every day? I mentioned early on that many articles I read about the cleanse beforehand said it was easiest to tell as few people as possible because they would try to talk you out of it. As I love arguing with people who dismiss things without ever trying them, and as I have a tendency to snub other people’s opinions when I offer my own, I was only too happy to tell anyone that would listen about this cleanse and never had to overcome an opinion stronger than my own or my companion’s.

~Robin Canfield

Records Revival

The Alchemist, May 18, 2010, Volume 3, Number 124

Vol. 3, No. 124

Records Revival

In case you didn’t know, vinyl (aka records) have never really gone away. They just hung out in the background for a while, letting other formats of music media come and go. Now, in the time of the most versatile music format so far, the portable music player, records are making a strong comeback.
“By and large the quality of vinyl is much better now,” said Doug DiCarolis, owner of Happy Trails.
Many new records these days are on 180 Gram vinyl, different from the cheaper, mass-market records of old only by weight, thickness and amount of vinyl used in the creation of the record.  One new aesthetic change is the release of different albums on colored vinyl – white, orange, red or multi-colored, and even albums like the Sublime releases with the cover image on the vinyl itself.
Audiophiles often argue that vinyl just sounds better, and with 180 Gram vinyl the sound quality lasts because the heavier vinyl stands up better to the wear of normal listening.
“Vinyl does sound better,” DiCarolis added.
The industry affirmed this belief, or their faith in audiophiles, with the release of the USB turntable (aka record player) for copying your vinyl and turning it into a digital recording. The average USB turntable looked quite bland at first, but the USB attribute has since worked it’s way into many home theater turntable systems.
In Corvallis, there are now two places to purchase a turntable. First is Audiofiles, on 9th Street with four choices for turntables ranging from $150 – $900. Each model reflects a classic turntable design, work with either belt or direct drives, and one model converts records directly into MP3 form. Starting in early May, Gracewinds Music, 2008 Alchy Award winner for Best Music Shop, is the second place in Corvallis where you can buy a turntable. They carry two models from Gemini, a belt drive model for $129.95 and a direct drive for $149.95. Both models are very modern-looking, and the belt drive comes with a USB plug.
“I listen to vinyl at home, so when I saw it was coming back we had to,” said Nate Wagner of Gracewinds, on bringing in the turntables, “The main reason we wanted to do this – it helps out local business. The more he can sell vinyl the more turntables we put out.”
“It’s sorely needed. I’ve had many customers come to me interested in turntables,” DiCarolis of Happy Trails explained, “If half the people that tell me they wanted a turntable go over there, they will be inundated.”
More people with turntables is good news for record collectors, as it means more and more records coming through Happy Trails, the best place in town to buy new vinyl. Actually it’s the only shop other than Fred Meyer, where you can choose from a small selection of new and re-released vinyl.
“Each week we bring in new vinyl, a minimum of twenty a week,” DiCarolis said, “In the last two days we brought in around forty records alone.”
These records are a mix of new music and re-issues. One of the boons about many of the new releases, for example “Everywhere At Once,” by Lyrics Born, is the inclusion of a code for a free download of a digital copy of the album. Some other new releases on vinyl include a copy on CD. Re-issues are more likely to have extras like posters. One example is Pink Floyd’s “Dark Side of the Moon,” that comes with three posters, one more than the original version; the new run of Jimi Hendrix re-issues have extra booklets inside. The one unfortunate side to most re-issues is that many do not fully reproduce the original packaging – most original Parliament albums have pop-ups, fold-outs, comic books and what not, but not so in today’s re-issues.
If you’re trying to find that cool original cover, say like one in the picture, or if you’re just looking for cheaper music, you can always go with old vinyl. Happy Trails has a room full of old records upstairs, most for just $1, though some go as high as $5. Those records are guaranteed to play. Cheap old records without that guarantee are plentiful in Corvallis; there’s always a box somewhere near the back in The Arc, The Cat’s Meow, and the OSU Folk Thrift Store. Garage sales also make for a fun treasure hunt. The best place to take a chance on old vinyl is Goodwill. There vinyl knowledge is very lacking, so if you see a $20 Led Zeppelin album in the glass case you must beware that it may be so scratched you’ll never hope to get a song out of it. At the same time, you may find a gem in perfect condition for $2 when it should go for $30 or more.
Accessories like needles are going to be available at the store where you bought your turntable, or online. You’ll have to make a trip to a record store in Portland to pick up sleeves for those gorgeous covers, or there are many to choose from online.
Most of all remember, just because you can’t carry a record-player around in your pocket is no reason not to have one. Vinyl is a fun and exciting avenue of music to explore, and the turntables to play them on are only getting more affordable and easier to find.

~ Robin Canfield

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Alice in Wonderland – short, lonely review

The Alchemist, April 13, 2010, Volume 3, Number 119

Vol. 3, No. 119

Alice in Wonderland – short, lonely review

The new Alice in Wonderland is actually a return to Wonderland, set a dozen years or so after the original. While kids will enjoy the tale, anyone looking for a return to the wonderland of their childhood will be disappointed. In fact, it’s not even Wonderland anymore; Alice is told she heard it wrong as a child: it’s actually Underland.
The sole character in the film to achieve both likeable and friendly qualities is everyone’s usual favorite, the Cheshire Cat. Visually the cat is excellent, but making him so friendly is contrary to his intended role and deprives the story it’s best source of chaos.
Instead the task of chaos falls to Johnny Depp as the Mad Hatter. While Depp is a fine choice for the Hatter as the character was intended, here he is made not only a loving devotee of Alice, he is given the role of hero, a role that feels as forced as the story itself. The entire movie is spent looking for a hero, one Lewis Carroll easily provided with the White Knight – a character never brought into the film, which is surprising what with all the other outside references and usually-disregarded pieces of Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass. That is the sole point on which the Hatter excels. He loves spouting out maddening strings of what seem to be unintelligible words and phrases but are actually parts of the nonsensical poems and other prose Carroll had in the original story. Then Burton had to go and try to explain how the Hatter became mad in the first place and all the fun goes out of it.
The same goes for nearly every character – most of them play their part well, Mia Wasikowska as Alice and Helena Bonham Carter as The Red Queen included, but the roles given to them just aren’t that great. Then there is Anne Hathaway as The White Queen, the character everyone on the side of good is supposed to be supporting and also the creepiest character in the film. She inspires no desire to support her at all.
Outside the flashy 3D effects, the most fun parts of the film are the CG characters who Burton managed to get right. For instance Tweedledee and Tweedledum are spectacular, but neither can they be heroes or main characters. The same goes for the March Hare, the Caterpillar and the Dormouse.
The story itself is an epic fail. The beginning is a copy of the original, the middle is a series of continual forced coincidences, and the end is a jumbled mess in need of a real hero: the aforementioned White Knight. There are some fun trips to be had in between, creepy ones too. If you take children they will want to get away from you to creep closer to the screen, but you’ll want to be near them at the moment they realize Alice is crossing a moat by walking across hundreds of vividly detailed severed heads.
After everything is said and done, the new Alice in Wonderland is just eye candy. If you just have to see it, see it now while it’s still on the big screen to get the best 3D effect.
If this were how the original stories went, Lewis Carroll would have been forgotten long ago. He may prefer that to the way he must be rolling in his grave right now.                    

~ Robin Canfield

A Little Bark and a Lot of Bite The Wolfman Review

The Alchemist, March 2, 2010, Volume 3, No. 113

Vol. 3, No. 113

A Little Bark and a Lot of Bite
The Wolfman Review

The Wolfman is a film with many drawbacks, especially a script lacking in style and substance, and an overall feel of being forced.
Let’s start with a horror movie checklist.
- Scary? Check. You’ll definitely jump in your seat.
- Blood and gore? Check. The deaths and various inner organs were excellent.
- Prize actors? Check. Right down to the damsel in distress.
- A period setting? Overdone and overpriced, but check.
- Everything the creators of Mystery Science Theater 3000 looked for when they chose a movie? Check and double check.
This is the werewolf film that movie studios wished they could have made 70 years ago. If all your looking for in a horror film was on that checklist, stop reading now and avoid a few spoilers. Just go see the movie, it will be worth it.
Director Joe Johnston made some interesting choices on this film. First and foremost is the make-up and effects. A veteran of creature effects, he even did the final designs for Yoda and Boba Fett for Star Wars, it should be no surprise that the severed limbs, gruesome deaths, and fields of bloodshed looked great. However, Johnston stuck with makeup and suits for most of the movie. This isn’t a bad thing when the wolfman is on the move, but when he is still, or morphing, the CGI effects just seem tacked on. The CGI effects aren’t bad by themselves, they just don’t mesh well with the make-up jobs. All right, sometimes they are just plain bad. Watching the wolfman sprinting on his hind legs is more laughable than fear-inspiring.
One of the most successful scenes of the film is also the most predictable; picture thirty men locked in a room with a wolfman and see where your imagination takes you. This segues the movie into a wild rampage through London that felt very reminiscent of watching a T-Rex rampage through San Diego, a scene Johnston certainly studied before he directed Jurassic Park III.
There are two quirky ideas added to the old werewolf tale in The Wolfman, one turned out well and the other did not. An officer of the law is ever-present in these stories, and sometimes they display enough intelligence to defend the gypsies instead of leading the attack, but none have ever been so clever as Abberline. Played by Hugo Weaving, he is an officer from Scotland Yard sent to solve the mystery. Abberline is a smarter-than-average detective that is very modern in his thinking, complete with very clever wolfman-hunting tactics. The only drawback is his Australian accent, but it is easy to lose the sound of it among myriad English accents throughout the film, or lack thereof.
The other, ill-fated idea is too much of a spoiler to fully explain. The story smartly treads lightly over the origin of werewolves in general, but adds far too much complexity to the life of the current wolfman. Let’s just say that one wolfman and a lot of humans makes for a blood-filled, scary scene. Wolfman versus wolfman action on the other hand, especially in their silly suits, isn’t great.
The ups and downs aside, Benicio Del Toro as the main character, Lawrence Talbot, and Anthony Hopkins as his father, Sir John Talbot, both have commanding screen presence. Emily Blunt plays a perfect confused love interest as Gwen Conliffe. The sets are convenient and often too embellished, but still manage to satisfy the requirements of being dark and dreary. The story takes a few departures from the norm, but ends with the usual moment of sad redemption and, in this case, an audience calling for the characters to rain down the silver bullets.
All the elements you could want in a classic horror film are here, just don’t look for anything deeper than that. The Wolfman is not destined to be a classic itself, not unless Mystery Science Theater 3000 returns.
C+
~Robin Canfield

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‘That Evening Sun’ a cold comfort

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By Robin Canfield, For the Entertainer

Ever gone to see a movie and walked away wondering, “Why’d the director do that?”

You’ll have the chance to ask  him yourself if you make it to the Darkside Cinema for the 7 p.m. premiere of “That Evening Sun” on Friday, Feb. 19.

There will be a question and answer session with director Scott Teems and executive producer Larsen Jay after the film. Tickets are $8, and are first come first serve.

Teems and Jay will not actually be present in the theater, but you’ll be able to see them on screen as they answer your questions via Skype, an Internet phone service.

“We do this quite a bit. If it’s someone I know, or someone is local I’ll do a screening for them,” said Paul Turner, owner of the Darkside Cinema. “We do this at all levels.”

A moderator will take questions after the film and pass them on to Teems and Jay, who will not be able to see or hear the audience directly.

“This techno-whiz stuff is cool,” Turner added, “But I want to emphasize that the film will be great on its own.”

“That Evening Sun” is a sad and depressing film, but it’s also very good. It’s the tale of a bitter old man who’s lonely and hasn’t much left in life except the stubborn ability to cling to his memories and his home.

Abner Meecham is the old man, deftly played by Hal Holbrook, a 60-year veteran of the screen, most recently noted in Sean Penn’s “Into The Wild” (2007).

Now at the ripe old age of 85 years, Holbrook doesn’t just have things in common with his character, you’ll sometimes wonder if he’s still acting or if he just so perfectly embodies Meecham that he doesn’t need to.

The film starts with Meecham making his escape from an old folks home. He arrives at the family farm only to find that it’s been rented to the son of a man Meecham used to hate — probably one of many he hated.

While Meecham starts as a likable character, the escape especially draws on your sympathies; once he arrives home he is set adrift between moments of genuine appeal and pure, maddening confusion.

The only thing that keeps Meecham from becoming a part-time villain in his own story is Lonzo Choat, played by Ray McKinnon, the “white trash” father of the family now inhabiting the old farmhouse.

Meecham stays in the old slave-quarters house close by, setting the scene for the across-the-yard back-and-forth battle that makes up much of the film. Though the older man can say and do some truly nasty things, it is always Lonzo who will sink to doing the worst and leave Meecham on the high road.

Meecham’s son Paul isn’t much of a sympathetic character either. In fact, the only character to show  kinship with Meecham is his closest neighbor, Thurl Chessor, played perfectly by Barry Corbin (best remembered as Maurice in the 1990s CBS television series “Northern Exposure”).

A more calm, more complacent version of Meecham, Chessor has also seen most things he knows come and go, but he’s managed to hold on to his own home, and is satisfied to spend most days on his front porch whittling.

Meecham’s true opposite can be found in Pamela Choat, Lonzo’s daughter; while Meecham wants nothing more than to live on his farm again, Pamela only wants to get away. Played by Mia Wasikowska, Pamela is a strong icon of innocence at the far end of the spectrum.

(Wasikowska also plays Alice in Disney’s new “Alice in Wonderland” scheduled to be released March 5, in which she co-stars with Johnny Depp.)

This is not a film about a man’s life of happiness, make no mistake. It is based on the original short story “I Hate to See That Evening Sun Go Down” by William Gay, a title that is a much better clue that you are about to experience the sad twilight of a man’s life.

The film’s strength lies in great character portrayals that are well-supported by fine music scored as a perfect reflection to the deep surges of emotion in the film.

Through friendships, flashbacks and fights you will see what used to make Meecham happy, and what mistakes he’s made in his life will be laid bare. If you’ve ever  dropped your jaw in silent confusion over something your grandfather did, this is a film that will help you understand what he was thinking.

All together, it will tug at your heart.

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Craziness for the Crazies

The Alchemist, January 19, 2010, Vol. 3, No.107

Vol. 3, No. 107

Craziness for the Crazies, Because That’s Just How It Is

With the Recent arrival of “The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus” at Darkside Cinema, Corvallis is being treated to the last, incomplete performance of Heath Ledger. The film is of course complete; finished in a way that only director Terry Gilliam could.

Known to some for his work in Monty Python, and to others for his films like “Twelve Monkeys,” “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas,” and his previous work with Ledger, “The Brothers Grimm,” Gilliam has here a mesmerizing film with few surprises for his fans.

The story goes, Dr. Parnassus won a bet with the devil and won immortality. Later, Parnassus had his youth restored so he could woo a woman, at the cost of possession of his child at age 16. Christopher Plummer plays the tired, tortured old Dr. to perfection, opposite an equal performance by Tom Waits as Mr. Nick, aka the devil. The movie begins just before Valentina, Parnassus’s doll of a daughter, turns 16, right when Mr. Nick proposes a new wager.

Running a cobbled-together, horse-drawn, ancient-wagon-born traveling show in modern day London, the family is struggling, even with Parnassus’s meditative ability to send people to his imaginarium. Think of the imaginarium as a trip through the looking glass; it is basically an Alice in Wonderland story after all.

Enter Heath Ledger as the mysterious, befuddling Tony. His deeds are helpful, his intentions unclear, and his motivation is best described much the same as the reasoning for many curious occurrences in the film: that’s just how it is.

Admittedly, Ledger’s death during filming had something to do with muddling his character. This is one reason it would be an error to compare this performance to The Joker in Christopher Nolan’s “The Dark Knight.” Ledger never got to film Tony’s trips through the looking glass, where his character is most free. These parts, the “different faces” of Tony, are well-played by Johnny Depp, Jude Law, and Colin Farrell. These actors’s appearances in the film is surprising, but was well thought out by Gilliam and can’t be said to be more surprising than the bright colors, fantastical landscapes and other awesome creatures within the imaginarium.

Something is missing, but it isn’t completion. Perhaps one more scene with Ledger as Tony nearer the end was meant to be, and would certainly have better-fulfilled his character. It’s a moral that is really missing; a lesson, something we should take from this tango with the devil. This reporter has not spent so much time dwelling on a film since watching an older Christopher Nolan film, “Memento,” but still has not figured it out. Whereas “Memento,” was designed to deceive, “Parnassus,” is too much a storybook tale to end that way.

Therein lies the true reason to see “The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus,” its dazzling characters, worlds beautiful beyond belief, and a storybook tale that can’t be denied its happy ending. Why? Well, like one fun but unexplainable Python-esque song and dance scene: because Terry Gilliam said that that’s how it is.

B+

- Robin Canfield

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Classic Mondays at the Majestic

The Alchemist, January 12th, 2010, Vol. 3, No. 106

Vol. 3, No. 106

Classic Mondays at the Majestic

Don’t tell Turner Classic Movies but Mondays, yes Mondays, are now the designated nights for classics. Starting with “Gone With the Wind” and ending March 1 with “Platoon,” Corvallis’s Majestic Theatre is showing an Academy Award winning movie most every week.
Progressing by decade, next up is “Casablanca,” a 1943 film with Humphrey Bogart, Ingrid Bergman, and a host of Oscars. Rather than waste time and space by detailing a fantastic, classic film that has been reviewed hundreds of times already, this reporter advises simply: trust the reputation. Or, trust the Majestic Theatre.
“We’re hoping people can come in and enjoy seeing quality entertainment for an inexpensive price,” said Nancy Glines, Development Director at the Majestic, “We were trying to think of something to let people know we’re still here.”
Fresh off a four-month closure for remodeling, the staff at the Majestic is looking to remind people there is good entertainment to be had.
“We were looking for a way to bring more people into the theater and bring them in on nights that are traditionally dark,” Glines added.
Starting with this run of award-winning movies the Majestic will continue Monday movies with collections of different genres; possibilities include film noir, classic westerns, and even films made in Oregon. There may also be a night of episodes from the original Star Trek series.
“Anything from the 90’s on is so readily available that we may not show any,” Glines specified about the selection process, and also specified, “We don’t want to be competition with the Darkside.”
Paul Turner, owner of the Darkside Cinema, declined to comment.
There are two things to keep in mind about Monday movies: first, the screen is big and the sound may be loud, but these films are playing off a DVD, not reels. The difference may be negligible to most, especially with older films, and it brings up an important possibility, extras.
“Do people really just want to see the movie or are they interested in more?” Glines asked.
When you stop in, be sure to let her know your opinion.
“If it keeps going we might bring in local folks to talk about the films we are showing,” Glines added.
With a five dollar price tag, little competition, and an affordable concession stand stocked with everything from candy to beer and wine, it’s likely these Monday movies may be around for some time, though they may not feel like the genuine movie experience quite yet.
“We haven’t figured out how to get a popcorn stand running yet,” Glines explained.
The second thing to keep in mind: contracts for showing these movies are very limiting on advertising. You aren’t likely to see posters around town that say what movie is up next. You can always check the website at www.majestic.org, or do like many people have already and just stop in. Quality films like “In The Heat of the Night” and “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest” are still to come.
Run times will vary, but the doors will always open at 6:15 PM on Mondays, and the show will start at 7 PM. The cost is just $5 a person, but with a 300 person capacity you don’t have to get there first unless you want your favorite seat. And, unless it’s Star Trek night, you don’t need to worry about putting on a costume either.
~Robin Canfield

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Guy Ritchie’s Sherlock Holmes

The Alchemist, December 29th, 2009, Vol. 2, No. 106

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Guy Ritchie’s Sherlock Holmes

The perspective of a life-long fan

Robert Downey Jr. and Jude Law rejuvenate the characters Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson, respectively, for a modern day audience in Guy Ritchie’s new film. The film, an exciting romp around dingy London, succeeds as both one of the most fun Sherlock films ever, and the most entertaining Ritchie film so far this decade.

Sure, just like with Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy there exists an endless amount of fans willing to pick apart the details of the umpteenth version of the story. This certainly is not an anomaly relegated to just treatments of British literature, but of entertaining literature worldwide. Still, like criticisms of ships and suits in the ever-changing British series Dr. Who, most complaints are based on favorite representations of, not deviations from, the original form.

So, jackets, pipes and hats aside (and yes, yes, those same hats off to Basil Rathbone for all of you who prefer your Holmes clean cut, your Watson an idiotic oaf) Ritchie and his team of writers really stayed true to the basic tenets of a Holmes story.

The movie takes place early in Holmes’ career when his job doesn’t pay all the rent, at a time when he is suffering from lack of stimulation. His last case revives itself, as it were, and Downey Jr., as Sherlock, throws himself whole-heartedly at the case, analyzing each and every little detail as he runs, jumps, sleuths, disguises, out-foxes and expertly boxes his way to success, all with a little help from his trusty co-hort Watson, with more than his average amount drink, and with Scotland Yard about five steps behind. Not much is absent, but something is missing.

‘It is cocaine,’ Sherlock once told Watson in 1890’s “The Sign of Four,” ‘a seven-per-cent solution. Would you care to try it?’

It is no great surprise that most preceding versions of the famous detective omit Holmes’ drug habits, cocaine and morphine, both quite legal in the England that Holmes is set in. Omitting the habit in a film treatment of this day and age could be incidental, but seems unlikely if you consider Ritchie’s previous works.

Warning: Spoilers mixed in from here on out.

This time, possibly a first for a serious take on the tale, Sherlock takes a genuine interest in his love interest. Rachel McAdams plays Irene Adler, a character penned by Arthur Conan Doyle who never had as big a part as in this movie. She does well as a character that impresses the detective and the audience in all the right ways. Another Doyle character in the movie that was never given much text outside of “The Sign of Four,” is Watson’s fiancé Mary Morstan, played up heavily to counterbalance the utilization of Adler.

A happy change is the rightful return of Dr. Watson, played by Jude Law, as a very capable man at all times, even after great injury. He is smart, handy, a crack-shot both with his pistol and his wit, and he is taller than Sherlock Holmes. Don’t waste too much time looking for it, it doesn’t look that way much in the ads or posters, and there aren’t many shots in the movie where they let you see it. When you spot it though, it’s just weird.

The bad guys in this film run the whole gambit: Live ones, dead ones, alive-again ones, feigners, short ones (a midget, technically), really, really large ones, and all manner in between all the way to the top. That’s right, fans of the original literature, the top: the head honcho of Holmesian crime.

Everyone plays their part expertly and the story draws to a conclusion that was decided long before the first keystroke that went into making this film. That’s right, the detective expertly explains away every little piece of the mystery to the ultimate pleasure of his audience.

Sherlock Holmes is playing at the Carmike Twelve, and the works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle are on hand at bookstores and libraries everywhere.

RATING: A- ~

By Robin Canfield

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OSUMB slapped by administration … again

Robin Canfield

Issue date: 11/24/03 Section: Forum

Something was missing from the Civil War this year. Anyone who was at the game saw a half-time show that shouldn’t have been.

I am in the Oregon State University Marching Band (and proud of it). I came to campus Saturday morning at the crack of dawn — before it was bright and early. We had to be there to practice the show one more time before leaving for Eugene.

I had on my black overalls, orange jacket, that sequin thing we have to wear and, for a change, white socks.

A single white glove was to be passed out to every member once everyone had arrived. The band was ready to play a show that we had spent weeks getting ready for.

Civil War was to be our one and only all Michael Jackson show of the season, complete with “Thriller” zombie dance moves and moonwalking. Now you should understand the white socks and gloves.

We arrived that morning ready to put on our show. We didn’t care that Jackson had just gotten into another big mess of trouble. That wasn’t what our show was about; it was about good music (and fun). The fact that Jackson named his own songs things like “Bad,” and “Smooth Criminal,” had no baring on our wish to play them.

We arrived that morning to be told that we couldn’t do our rehearsed show.

But the problem wasn’t Michael Jackson (anybody remember the saying “innocent until proven guilty,” or has the president completely done away with that?).

Yes, there has been a lawsuit (filed on the same day as MJ’s first new CD in years, coincidence?), but that was only a few days prior and it hadn’t developed into anything more.

The problem that day was an administration that seems set on doing away with the marching band. Like Disneyland pulling “Captain Neo” (a classic 3-D Michael Jackson movie) prematurely back in the day when Jackson’s troubles first started, the OSU administration has also gone spineless.

In my four years with the marching band I have seen the band lied to, cheated and basically crapped on.

We’ve been bounced around Reser Stadium like we were in a roulette wheel, finally coming to rest in front of people who yell and jeer at us simply for standing the entire game like our fellow students.

We’ve lost multiple directors to suspicious circumstances they weren’t free to explain. This year (without warning) the school even started selling parking spaces where we stand outside the stadium to play before the game.

If we live in a country where Marv Albert can still be a sports caster, Rush Limbaugh can still preach against drug abuse and a coke-head can be president, then we damn well live in a country where Jackson can still be an entertainer.

Telling the marching band we couldn’t play our Michael Jackson show at half-time was a slap in the face from the administration. Telling us we couldn’t even play his music in the stands was the second slap we got for turning the other cheek.

It’s no wonder the size of the marching band is dwindling at this school.

Perhaps it is no coincidence that since “Captain Neo,” Disneyland has moved on to showing a 3-D movie from the “Honey I Shrunk the …” series.

With the $36,000 more dollars that marching band has just had taken away, it will be shrinking again as well.