October 25, 2004

What The Bleep Were They Thinking!?

Jen and I went to see What The Bleep Do We Know!? tonight with our friends, Frank and Terrell. It was Jen's idea, and I grant her that she probably didn't know what was in store any more than I did. She said it had something to do with quantum physics, which sounded very cool to me. Unfortunately, it had almost nothing to do with quantum physics --except that they used those words a lot while talking about a whole bunch of other stuff, like emotions, psychology, spirituality, aging, and sex. It was a total bait-and-switch. The only thing about the movie that had any redeeming value is that it had Marlee Matlin in it, and I think she's great.

Warning: What follows could be considered a spoiler, so if you're still thinking that this movie is worth watching, and that the backgrounds or qualifications of the interviewees should be concealed until the end of the movie for some reason, GO NO FURTHER.

Okay, now can I just say that this one particular woman was creeping me out thoughout the entire movie. Then, as they showed the credits, I discovered why: Because she was actually Ramtha, a mystic, philosopher, master teacher and hierophantas (whatever that is), as channeled by JZ Knight!

I can't say that the movie was completely B.S., because it said things like "believe in yourself," and "think positively," and "it takes one fantasy in the mind of a man to cause an erection in his member." But I still don't understand what any of it had to do with quantum physics. It didn't even cover all the bases. There was no mention of Schrödinger's cat, quarks, gluons, particle spin, or any of that good stuff.

Lots of silliness. Marlee, what were you thinking when you took this one on?

Posted October 25, 2004 1:06 AM

Came over from Jen's blog to check out your ranting...

Schroedinger's cat - that's the one that was placed in a box with a radioactive atom and disappeared until only its grin was left, right? ;)

I wrote a bit about the movie a few weeks ago, but then I had quickly discovered it was all a Ramtha infomercial pretty quickly.

Anytime you need another dose of lame-assed pseudo-science, check out 1993's Mindwalk. Yaaaawwwn. At least it wasn't put together by a cult (however I'm sure Fritjof Capra would love to start one.)

Hey, maybe all of us Daves should start a cult...

Posted by: dave paisley at October 25, 2004 10:35 AM

Hey, my middle name is Dave! Can I be in the Dave cult.

I can't see this film. This is the schlock religiosity I was raised on. Ah...the 80's: Ramtha, Reagan, and Richard (simmons). It was like some triune freak-a-thon.


C. David

Posted by: radioreb at October 26, 2004 11:15 AM

I HATE people abusing things like quantum mechanics. Quantum mechanics is MATH, and if you can't write down the MATH for your crazy analogy, then shut the hell up. That's my two cents anyways.

Posted by: Jesse at October 26, 2004 11:52 AM

Welcome, Jesse. We're glad you have chosen to join our conversation. Now, change your name to Dave and join us! Your life will take on a whole new direction and you will feel a sense of purpose like never before.

Posted by: Dave Lemen at October 26, 2004 3:18 PM

Welcome to the blogosphere!

Posted by: jenell at October 26, 2004 3:49 PM

Just because...

"Too Many Daves" a poem from the Dr. Seuss book "Sneeches"


Did I ever tell you that Mrs. McCave
Had twenty-three sons, and she named them all Dave?
Well, she did. And that wasn't a smart thing to do.
You see, when she wants one, and calls out "Yoo-Hoo!
Come into the house, Dave!" she doesn't get one.
All twenty-three Daves of hers come on the run!

This makes things quite difficult at the McCaves'
As you can imagine, with so many Daves.
And often she wishes that, when they were born,
She had named one of them Bodkin Van Horn.
And one of them Hoos-Foos. And one of them Snimm.
And one of them Hot-Shot. And one Sunny Jim.
And one of them Shadrack. And one of them Blinkey.
And one of them Stuffy. And one of them Stinkey.
Another one Putt-Putt. Another one Moon Face.
Another one Marvin O'Gravel Balloon Face.
And one of them Ziggy. And one Soggy Muff.
One Buffalo Bill. And one Biffalo Buff.
And one of them Sneepy. And one Weepy Weed.
And one Paris Garters. And one Harris Tweed.
And one of them Sir Michael Carmichael Zutt.
And one of them Oliver Boliver Butt.
And one of them Zanzibar Buck-Buck McFate . . . .
But she didn't do it. And now it's too late.

Posted by: dave paisley at November 1, 2004 6:01 PM