Monday Miscellany

The Rich Get Californian-er

According to a recently released report, 25% of the richest people in America live in the Golden State.  Topping the California list in these troubled economic times is Oracle founder Larry Ellison, who last year had a net worth approaching an astonishing $14,000!  The next Californian on the list is Facebook magnate Mark Zuckerberg, who as of last Thursday reportedly had $183.26 in his checking account.

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Typecasting 101

If you're a British leading-man-type, you can aspire to play either James Bond OR the Doctor (i.e., "Doctor Who")--not both.  Years back, I read somewhere that Hugh Grant was being considered for the role of 007.  This is ludicrous.  Hugh Grant is as Doctor as they come.  Colin Firth, on the other hand, is clearly a Bond.  It works with American actors, too: George Clooney = Bond; Johnny Depp = Doctor.  The point is: Know your limitations.  Don't try to be a Bond if you're inherently a Doctor.

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Don't Ask, Don't Tell, Don't Get Caught

While the military's repeal of DADT was a much-publicized and highly welcome milestone in gay rights, I feel I missed something that, while obviously less-heralded, was no less significant: When did "Cheaters" feature its first gay couple?  I mean, we all knew that gay people are just as capable of bravery and nobility as heterosexuals; it's nice to see they're capable of licentiousness, too.

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Today's My Birthday. . .

. . . and (this is true) when I was surfing the Web this morning, just bouncing around checking out some links that friends had put up on Facebook, I got a pop-up for an "over-50" dating site.  Now, for the record, I am only 42.  And married.  Still, some of those cougars were quite--oh, Hi, WOS.  Gotta go.

I clicked on a link this morning and got a pop-up for a "seniors' dating" site.  Come on!

Killer Vacations

Question: What do Auschwitz, Cambodia's killing fields, and Ground Zero have in common?

Besides THAT.

Answer: They are all major tourist destinations.  That's right. Traumatized countries and battle-scarred regions can now turn their psychic wounds into cold, hard, tourist cash.

The phenomenon is known as "thanatourism," from the Greek 'thanatos': "really really creepy."  You know you're in questionable territory when your vacation plans sound like a "Doctor Who" plot device.

Boosters claim that such excursions promote solemn reflection and moral uplift--those who will not learn from history being doomed to repeat it, and all.  But is such learning enhanced or diminished by its potential commemoration with a gift-shop souvenir? Will we soon see toddlers staggering around with "Mommy went to Dachau and all I got was this verdammt T-shirt" emblazoned across their chests?  Will people soon be able to get their names etched into one of thousands of spare skulls scattered around Choeung Ek?  Will the Johnny Rockets at the South Street Seaport offer a "9/11 Jalapeno Chili Dog"?  (Come to think of it, that would make a helluva "Man vs. Food" episode.)

"Staycationers," too, can indulge in thanatourism.  Here in the Bay Area we have Alcatraz.  Or perhaps you'd like to visit Charles Manson on San Quentin's death row?  Considering the fact that more people have died on planet earth than are currently living, one could likely be a thanatourist in one's own home!

Makes us want to reconsider our desire to be cremated.  After all, after we die, we imagine that pilgrimages to Solipsist Headquarters will become a popular element of some future Grand Tour.  Make sure to stop at the gift shop on your way out.

The Doctor Is In

The Solipsist would like to give a shout-out to "Doctor Who."  The series has been around in various incarnations and with various leading men since the 1960s.  YNSHC grew up with the Tom Baker version; its current incarnation stars David Tennant as the eponymous hero.  It can currently be seen at various times on either the Sci-Fi Network or BBC America.

For those not familiar with the show, "Doctor Who" is about the last of the Time Lords, a more or less immortal race of time-traveling beings (well, since he's the last of them, they're presumably not THAT immortal).  Our hero, it should be noted, is not actually NAMED "Doctor Who"; he is simply "The Doctor"--his actual name is shrouded in mystery.  He travels about in a TARDIS (Time and Relative Dimensions in Space) Machine, which is cleverly disguised as an old British Police Box (a phone booth).  It's bigger on the inside, though--roughly the size of the bridge on the Enterprise, and that's just the part we can see.  He travels the universe with a variety of human (and other) companions--most of whom are attractive young women.  The women invariably develop debilitating crushes on the Doctor, but it's not clear that the relationships ever go beyond the chaste.  But the relationships are not really the point: The show is a pure adventure, as the Doctor uses his galaxy-sized intelligence and a surfeit of technobabble to dispatch threats to life across the universe, always with a minimum of violence and bloodshed.  The Doctor is about saving lives, not taking them.

As mentioned above, the show has been on the air in various forms for over forty years now.  Time Lords, you see, can "regenerate," so when the actors and/or producers want to move on, they can easily be replaced simply by introducing a "new" Doctor.  He's essentially the same character with the quirks and mannerisms of the new actor, fitted to the vision of the new producers.  David Tennant (Dr. Ten) will soon be replaced by Matt Smith (Dr. Eleven).  Perhaps of more disturbing significance, the executive producer, Russell T. Davies, will also be moving on.  (Pay attention to the writing credits at the start of the episodes; the ones written by Davies are invariably the best.)

What makes the show special is that, for science-fiction, the production values are somewhat on the cheap side.  To be sure, the recent episodes are technically far superior to those from the 60's and 70's.  But the Daleks (the Time Lords' arch-enemies) still look like nothing so much as giant salt shakers with periscopes, and the extraplanetary sets look like, well, like sets.  We're not talking "Battlestar Galactica," here.

But what the show lacks in technical dazzle, it more than makes up for in those less important areas like scripts and acting.  The dialogue is often silly, but also quite funny.  While the Doctor's enemies are often violent and inhuman--in every sense of the word--the writers are always aware that they are creating entertainment, and they do their best to incorporate clever banter and/or sight gags into every episode.  The stories can be quite touching, too, without being overly saccharine.  And when the script calls for technobabble--as any science fiction script eventually will--the actors are more than capable of pulling it off smoothly and convincingly.  

The MOST impressive thing about "Doctor Who," though, is apparent when you compare it to other serial-type shows like "Lost" or "Heroes."  Now, the Solipsist loves "Lost," but he's still not convinced that the writers know what they're doing or where the show is going.  Every week, they throw in plot twists and wrinkles, which are certainly interesting, but sometimes incoherent.  Each series of "Doctor Who," on the other hand (at least the recent ones), consists of a number of episodes, all of which are self-contained.  Each episode, however, will introduce, however subtly and in passing, plot points that build up to a season finale.  Only during the finale, though, do you realize that the whole season has been building up to this.  So, for example, throughout the first series (starring Christopher Eccleston as The Doctor and Billie Piper as his companion, Rose), the characters encounter the phrase "Bad Wolf."  It's nothing major or even particularly noticeable, until the end, at which point its significance becomes clear.  (And then re-watching the episodes brings its own rewards, as you notice how the whole series was constructed.)  In short, those Brit TV writers could teach their American counterparts a thing or two about plot development.

So, if you haven't already checked it out, start now.  You can even watch the episodes instantly on Netflix.  It's a pleasant way to pass an hour or two.  You'll thank the Solipsist later.