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DVD Format Changing Movie-making

michael posted more than 12 years ago | from the mostly-for-the-worse dept.

Movies 297

rgmoore writes "The Los Angeles Times is running an interesting article on the impact of DVDs on the movie making process. They briefly mention the possibilities of end-users being able to re-edit the movie (with a veiled reference to The Phantom Edit) but focus more on the way that it's starting to influence directors and producers during the course of making the movie."

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Wow (-1, Offtopic)

eamber (121675) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301541)

Well dip me in shit and roll me in post-toasties.

well of course it is changing things (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3301543)

with all the pirate sites like slashdot telling people they can copy movies for free

Public Service Message from the NAACP (-1)

Mao Zedong (467890) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301544)

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Q: 32a. Can non-African Americans say the word?

A: The answer is 99.9% NO! If you have to ask, the question for you is moot. If you didn't grow up in a neighborhood where it was used on your front porch about *you* by your friends, then don't even try it.

Q: 32b. If black people say 'nigger' and not be racist, why not whites?

A: The best analogy I can come up with (for white folks) is this: What does your father call your mother when they are having sex? Even if I was your best friend in the world, you would never want me to call your mother that name. She probably wouldn't even want her second husband to call her that. That is the level of intimacy 'my nigger' connotes.

Which also serves as a lesson to African Americans. You cannot assume that black folks don't mind the use of the word in the casual form.

The bottom line truth is that 'nigger' is a white supremacist epithet. Who uses it does not change, and will never change that history. Nigger is always disrespectful.

A: 32c. What about 'my niggaz'?

A: That is between you and your niggaz. We don't know you that well. You don't know us that well.

Q: 32d. Some black folks call everybody niggers. What about that?

A: What about it?

Q: 32e. What about the use of the word in an artistic context?

A: That is subjective. Take the two cases:

Art Imitates Life:
'reality rap' Real people use the word in real life. There is no reason art should not imitate life. If the word is used gratuitously, then it is obviously disrespectful.

Life Imitates Art:
'message music' here is a good example

David Nelson, one of the first members of The Last Poets, authored "Die, Nigger." He explains that it was about how "the nigger needs to die so that black folks can take over." After NWA sampled and completely misused (from a contextual viewpoint) "Die, Nigger", Nelson wrote his response:

"It's about nigger and Niger, the difference between a mule and a tiger
It's about Niger and nigger and the difference is getting bigger
'Cause the mule works hard in the heat of day, foolishly giving his work away
The tiger waits in the cool of the night, waiting for his prey to come into sight."

A sound criticism of an artistic work cannot be made soley on the use of the word.

GREAT! (0, Flamebait)

KDENCE (558103) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301547)

THis would help in editing the bad content of movies (cursing, nudity, etc.) and making some movies out there viewable for the whole family. I like this and hope to see this soon.

I do hope though that this is not limited in any way, if I want to cut the movie up and make my very own "KDENCE's Cut" I should be able to.

"Entertain the Brutes"

Re:GREAT! (1)

kvandivo (207171) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301571)

You must not remember this post from back in November..

Changing the rating on movies []

It takes care of exactly what you are wanting..

Re:GREAT! (3, Insightful)

MaxVlast (103795) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301578)

That's ghastly! It's like having a wall of Mona Lisas and passing out sharpies to all of the museum-goers. Do you have no regard for the director and the other creative people who put time and effort into creating something? I'm not talking about dross like the Planet of the Apes here, but can you imagine changing the ending of Citizen Kane so that the [old-ass spoiler warning] sleigh read "Drink Pepsi" instead of "rosebud"? Agh!

Re:GREAT! (1)

SirRichardPumpaloaf (563323) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301596)

If you're only changing your own copy and not affecting anyone else's I don't see what the problem is. Your analogy doesn't hold.

Re:GREAT! (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3301600)

You sir, are truly a moron. Just because I make changes to a copy of a DVD, it doesnt mean that those changes are done universally to every singel DVD in the world. Your analogy to the Mona Lisa fails because there is only 1 copy of the Mona Lisa in the world. Go earn some logic!

Re:GREAT! (2)

MaxVlast (103795) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301622)

You, sir, missed my point. The problem I have is that this approach has the dangerous ability to corrupt the vision and effort of an artist. I have no problem unlocking the visions of others, but when we have everybody thinking that it's "no big thing" to accomplish the same feat as the filmmaker because he really has nothing to do but smudge around what the filmmaker has already done, we quickly descend into inanity.

And there would be more than one Mona Lisa if we had a wall of them.

Re:GREAT! (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3301661)

Oh thats rich. Corrupting the vision of the "artist". Have you ever seen how much editing a movie goes through just so that it will have mass market appeal or will earn a respectable earning (ie NC-17 will never sell, so lets cut it to an R rating). Besides, why must we keep the artists "vision" a sacred thing. Duchamp's mona-lisa with a moustache is just as powerful a statement as the original.

Re:GREAT! (1)

pben (22734) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301713)

Can it really be the view of an artist if it takes a crew of 250 and 100 million dollars to make? Who is the artist? The writer, the director, the actor, the editor, or the money man? Movies are industral scale entertainment, if there is art in there it must have slipped in by accident.

Re:GREAT! (2)

Moridineas (213502) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301608)

What an inane comment. Did you bother to read the article OR the post to which you replied??

Re:GREAT! (0, Funny)

beee (98582) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301612)

Thanks, asshole. I had never seen Citizen Cane and was going to enjoy viewing it with my family this evening, and as we were settling down in front of our home entertainment system, I was browsing Slashdot on our WebTV system. Needless to say, the ending of the movie was spoiled by your inconsiderate self.


Re:GREAT! (2)

Enonu (129798) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301681)

The replies so far to parent reply have missed the point MaxVlast tried to make. MaxVlast is not making the flawed analogy by equating copies of the Mona Lisa to the original itself. What is doing is stating the following *opinion*:

On an artistic level, it is disrespectful to the original artist to alter his or her work to better suit your taste.

For example, let's take a print of the Mona Lisa, remove the smile, and put in a frown. Da Vinci would be rolling in his grave. (I wonder if I'll get a reply stating that dead people can't roll around).

However, in my opinion, I see one exception. If the original intent of the artistic piece is still perserved, and the alteration is for a good purpose, then I don't see a real problem. A father taking out a few nude scenes in an otherwise family film is fine with this in consideration.

Re:GREAT! (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3301708)

It's nice to see Slashdot has so much respect for the rights of artists. As long as they don't expect to be paid for their work, anyway. Then they're just greedy fucks who deserve to be ripped off.

Re:GREAT! (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3301764)

That's ghastly! It's like having a wall of Mona Lisas and passing out sharpies to all of the museum-goers. Do you have no regard for the director and the other creative people who put time and effort into creating something?

Don't think of it that way... just think of it as the Mona Lisa being released under the GPL. ;)

My (stalled) project (5, Interesting)

swillden (191260) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301710)

THis would help in editing the bad content of movies (cursing, nudity, etc.) and making some movies out there viewable for the whole family. I like this and hope to see this soon.

I've been thinking about and half-heartedly working on this idea for quite some time.

What I'm working on is taking an open-source DVD player (I picked Xine, but I'm questioning the wisdom of that decision) and hacking on-the-fly editing capabilities into it.

The basic idea is that for a given DVD, a person can go through the movie and carefully "mark it up", generating a file that annotates all of the portions of the video and audio tracks that are potentially offensive, tagging each one with descriptive information including the nature of the material, relevance to the plot, etc. Then, an individual can create a personalized "viewing stylesheet" that specifies how he or she would like kind of offensive material to be handled. Obviously, some default stylesheets could be provided as well. The markup and stylesheet languages will both be extensible, (so you can add the "Jar Jar tag"), and you should be able to edit pretty much anything that's marked up in any way you want. A buddy of mine wants to make himself a stylesheet that will show *only* the offensive parts ;-)

Then, of course, when you play a DVD on my hacked-up player, it would look up the markup file and use that and your personal viewing stylesheet to automatically edit the movie.

I think it would also be cool to provide another sort of editscript that allows more sequential editing, rather than a rule-based system, so that you could do more "artistic" edits, grabbing snippets of video and audio from various places and maybe mixing them with your own. That's not my major interest, though, mainly since such edits probably wouldn't be done 'on the fly' anyway.

The project has been languishing for a few months, though. The Xine support for playing DVDs is quite rough and doesn't seem to be improving quickly. The Xine developers had been talking about a 1.0 release in December, but it hasn't happened yet, AFAIK (haven't checked for a while). Actually it's the dvdnav plugin (which supports menus and such) that has been really lagging, and the regular DVD plugin doesn't support encrypted DVDs, which makes testing difficult, since I don't have any unencrypted DVDs.

What I have done is implemented various edits (masking blocks of the image, skipping short scenes [long skips are much harder; seeking doesn't work in dvdnav yet], muting the sound and substituting alternative snippets of audio, altering subtitles, etc.) to verify that it can be done easily. I have also found what I believe is the best way to insert the editing stuff architecturally; as part of a general filter plugin architecture. I've also begun to define the markup and stylesheet languages (both in XML).

I've mostly been waiting on Xine, though. Just recently I've gotten tired of that and I've started looking into some of the other options. Ogle, VLC and gstreamer are three I'm considering.

If anyone knows of other players I should look into, or has any interest in helping me with the code, drop me a line.

Re:GREAT! (-1)

i244 (97221) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301730)

what? like the 2 minute G rated version of tom green's freddy got fingered?

GREAT more good stuff (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3301745)

Can we edit the movie to include cursing, nudity, violence, etc. I would wait until a lot of movies were on DVD just to get the uncensored NC-17, x rating that many movies avoid just to make more money in the theatres.

I'm not sure how that will effect compressing them into DivX / MPEG-4 format to share over the network though.

Good (1, Offtopic)

dlb (17444) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301550)

Does this mean I can change the end of the recent "Planet of the Apes" so it makes sense and doesn't suck? I'll add my own commentary too -- anything is better than the sham that Tim Burton slapped together on that disk.


Re:Good (1)

TheCyko1 (568452) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301684)

if you think about it, Tim Burton was just trying to make us say what Charlton Heston said at the end of the original.

Baby, (-1)

Mao Zedong (467890) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301552)

It's been such a long time
I think I should be goin', yeah
And time doesn't wait for me, it keeps on rollin'
Sail on, on a distant highway
I've got to keep on chasin' a dream
I've gotta be on my way
Wish there was something I could say.

Well I'm takin' my time, I'm just movin' on
You'll forget about me after I've been gone
And I take what I find, I don't want no more
It's just outside of your front door.

It's been such a long time. It's been such a long time.

Well I get so lonely when I am without you
But in my mind, deep in my mind,
I can't forget about you
Good times, and faces that remind me
I'm tryin' to forget your name and leave it all behind me
You're comin' back to find me.

Well I'm takin' my time, I'm just movin' on
You'll forget about me after I'v e been gone
And I take what I find, I don't want no more
It's just outside of y our front door.

It's been such a long time. It's been such a long time.

Yeah. It's been such a long time, I think I should be goin', yeah
And time dosnt wait for me, it keeps on rollin'
There's a long road, I've gotta stay in time with
I've got to keep on chasin' that dream, though I may never find it
I'm always just behind it.

Well I'm takin' my time, I'm just movin' along
Takin' my time, just movin' along
Takin' my time, takin' my time...

Trying to make things better? (2)

SealBeater (143912) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301555)

According to the article, it sounds like they are trying to make things better
for the consumer, considering things like camera angles and music to make a
more enjoyable home experience. I guess since we can more easily see what
mistakes, or whatever go into the movie now, they are trying to take that into


Re:Trying to make things better? (-1)

Mao Zedong (467890) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301558)

Well, we were just another band out of Boston
On the road to try to make ends meet
Playin' all the bars, sleepin' in our cars
And we practiced right on out in the street
No, we didn't have much money
We barely made enough to survive
But when we got up on stage and got ready to play
People came alive.

Rock and roll band
Everybody's waitin'
Gettin' crazy
Anticipating love and music
Play, play, play, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Dancin' in the streets of Hyannis
We were getting pretty good at the game
People stood in line and didn't seem to mind
You know everybody knew our name
Livin' on rock-n-roll music
Never worry 'bout the things we were missing
When we got up on the stage and got ready to play
Everybody'd listen.

Rock and roll band
Everybody's waitin'
Gettin' crazy
Anticipating love and music
Play, play, play, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Playin' for a week in Rhode Island
A man came to the stage one night
He smoked a big cigar
Drove a Cadillac car
And said, "Boys, I think this bands outta-sight
Sign a record company contract
You know I've got great expectations
When I hear you on the car radio
You're goin' to be a sensation!"

Rock and roll band
Everybody's waitin'
Gettin' crazy
Anticipating love and music
Play, play, play, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Re:Trying to make things better? (-1)

YourMissionForToday (556292) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301670)

Bostin sucks. I mean, they really, really suck. Go fuck your corporate rock and let them shoot a load in your mouth.

Re:Trying to make things better? (-1)

Mao Zedong (467890) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301695)

I had just gotten home from work when the phone rang. Dale, my next
door neighbor was calling me. He told me that he had a secret that he
wanted to share with me.
Normally, I would have been happy to go over and see what he had to
show me. But I had just gotten off a long shift and I really didn't
want to do much except get some sleep.
When I told him how I felt, he begged me to come. He sounded so
desperate, that I relented and got dressed and went over.
I came through the back door. Dale was a bit of a pack rat and you
could never know what he would be doing next with the odd stuff he
bought and brought home.
Mounds of computer paper decorated the livingroom today, last month,
he had seemingly bought out the entire stock of an Oregon Thunder Egg
dealer out in Madras, Oregon. He had stacked them so hapazardly, that
the floor had given way in one spot and hundreds of pounds of the
rocks had dropped into the basement.
Now, the computer paper wouldn't do the same, but some of the stacks
were so high as to present a hazzard of tipping over and burying a
person alive in them. As I stood there, I heard his voice call out to
me from the basement.
Heading downstairs, I had to make room for Shark, Dales Huge Great
Dane. A year after Dale had moved in, he had gone to the local animal
shelter and found this dog and brought him home. I had sort of envied
him, I had done the same some years ago and had cared for, and loved
two male Labs.
Sadly, they had both died just two years ago and I still had not gone
to the dog shelter to try to find another to love. I just didn't want
to again face the terrible feelings that had come to me after I had
buried them.
As he passed me, I got whapped on the side by the tail that I had told
Dale he should have docked. Dale would laugh and then change the
subject. Now, I could see row upon row of blinking lights. and Dale
standing in the corner fiddling with a bunch of wires.
As he worked, I stood there and watched him. Dale had admitted to me
that he was gay. I told him that I was a zoo. Dales face fell a bit
when I told him that.
Later, when we got drunk one night, he admitted that he was sort of
fond of me and would I fufill his fantasy? I told him that I wasn't
into that sort of realtionship, He nodded and then continued to drink
until he passed out. Lugging him to the taxi and then carting him home
was easy. The real problem was when I got him in his house.
He came around and then begged me to stay the night. I carefully told
him that I just couldn't. That was the hardest point, because he
started to cry. I sat with him for a couple more hours, then he fell
asleep on the floor while still begging me to stay.
I left the house and went to my own. My heart hurt for him, he was a
nice guy and friendly. But I had drawn the line earlier in my life and
that was the way it would stay.
The next day, he apologized for what he said and did. I told him I
understood. He dropped the subject from then on.
Now, he finished and lifted the panel back into place.
Flipping some switches, he stood there as a low whine started to come
from the other side of the machine. Coming nearer to me his face was
wreathed in a smile.

" What do you think?" He said.

" Nice" I replied. " But I thought that Christmas lights are supposed
to be put outside." " Very funny." He snorted. " I think I have
finally developed a way to cause a rip in time." I looked over the
equipment. Mostly it was bargain basement stuff that most manufactures
had thrown away or just dumped at a local auction.
" But do you have the ability to sew it shut too?" I asked.
Giving me a dirty look, he flipped a couple more switches and then
stepped back to a ring-like device that had hundreds of wires wrapped
or fastened to it. Carefully using a stick, he tossed it through the
The stick went through the ring and fell to the floor. Dale picked it
up and tossed it through again. Nothing happened.
Casting a worried look at the machine, he walked over and flipped a
couple more switches. Throwing the stick again, it landed next to
Shark who picked it up and brought it to him.
With a growl, he took it and snapped it in half.
Stomping over to a box on odds and ends. He picked up a small cube of
metal. He then tossed this through the ring.
Nothing happened. By this time, the whining from the machine started
to hurt my ears. Shark was laying down now and had his paws covering
his. Flipping a final switch, Dale stood near me and then wound up
like a major league pitcher and threw the cube at the ring.
I came to a couple of minutes later, smoke and flames were pouring
from the machines and I couldn't find the fire extinguisher that he
had. Grabbing Dale and Shark, I staggered up the stairs and out of the
I heard shouting as I came out and laid them both on the lawn. The
rescue squad arrived first and started trying to revive Dale. After
thirty minutes, they gave up and covered his body. Shark had finally
come to and was staggering all over the place.
I grabbed him and took him to my place and then went back outside to
tell the police what happened. By the time the fire department
arrived, the house was totally involved and they didn't bother trying
to fight the fire.
About six hours later, they hauled off the equipment and Dales body
also. Saddened by the loss of a good friend, I wearily walked back to
my house. Sitting there, I had tears rolling from my eyes as I
remembered him. I now sort of wished I had given into him that one
Shaking my head, I knew that that sort of wish would no longer be
possible. I heard a snort and looked up into the eyes of Shark as he
stood there. Patting my lap, he came to me and licked my face.
" Easy fellow, I'm sorry but I guess you're going to have to live with
me now. Your owner has gone from here." I said.
Shark cocked his head and looked at me. " I guess that I sort of
screwed up the experiment, didn't I?" He said.
I sat there, my eyes nearly poppng out of my head.
His lips parted in a sort of doggy smile. " As to that time I wanted
you to stay the night, care to take me up on it now?" He said.
I leaned back and started laughing. He climbed halfway into my lap and
I hugged his massive body. " I think I will." I said and then got up
and followed him into the bedroom.
That night, both of us found what we needed and wanted most of all.

Re:Trying to make things better? (1)

AaronMB (136741) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301663)

Likewise, movies now are made more for a "formatted for television" style than they used to be. Most directors now shoot shots such that the 30% of the shot can be cut without losing too much in the way of content. They also tend to shoot/edit movies such that they fit nicely(or can be editted nicely) into the hour and a half timeslots. It just goes to show you that as post-theatre mediums become popular, directors begin to take them into account when making the film...

More info on The Phantom Edit (5, Informative)

Zuna (317219) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301559)

In case you're not familiar with it, you can read all about it here [] .

More Documentary makers on sets (1)

TheDick (453572) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301560)

Thats what I bet one of the biggest changes has been. Now almost any half-assed movie is gonna have a "making of" featurette on the DVD release.

Re:More Documentary makers on sets (-1)

Mao Zedong (467890) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301591)

You seem quite the expert.

Please review this [] photo for me.

Appreciate it.

DVD & It's potential (2, Insightful)

kwishot (453761) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301563)

I don't know about any of you, but I predict that DVD as a form of data storage will soon become a LOT more popular. DVD movies have been out for a few years now, but DVD as a form of data storage hasn't had much of a chance because of availability. With DVD-Burners becoming much less expensive, it'll be easier to backup our data on to these. I'll also mention the fact that a HUGE portion of new "pre-built" computers, whether they be crappy name-brand or corner-computer-store generic, come with DVD drives as a standard.
I'm also going to guess that movies will move on to something different. I haven't personally used a DVD-Burner yet, but I would assume that it's just as simple now to copy a DVD as it has been to copy a music CD for the past few years.
The movie industry likes money..... I think they'll move on to something they can have a stronger grip on and get more out of (bigger is always better, anyways, right?).


Re:DVD & It's potential (0, Troll)

p3d0 (42270) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301744)

Good work, Nostradamus. I'm going to predict that, between now and June, the world's climate will gradually get warmer in the northern hemisphere and colder in the southern.

News for nerds, stuff that matters (0, Offtopic)

erroneus (253617) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301569)

How is THIS story pertainant to anything Slashdot regularly comments on??

And wasn't michael supposed to be fired after he posted that repeat story about the face-motion-recognizing-cell-phone technology? That's what one of the comments by other editors said... followed by someone else saying "how many times does it have to be said before it's true"?

Everyone's a critic, I know but this story doesn't fit.

I dunno if the article mentions this (4, Insightful)

sielwolf (246764) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301572)

(since I am too lazy to read an article at 11:30 at night) but I remember reading that now actors are charging extra for all of the outtakes, deleted scenes, making-of footage, and commentary tracks that may or may not even be in the final DVD (and was, before this, basically all thrown away).

Of course now the "commentary" track is being ruined. Take Eye of the Beholder: Ewan McGregor[sic], Ashley Judd, Nonsensical everything, Shittiest movie Ever. And IT has a director's commentary track. Wild Things. Battlefield Earth. WTF? Are they STILL trying to snowjob you? Not like they need to after you shelled out 24 bucks for the DVD. At least if they were fucking honest on them.

Director: Now Ashley Judd starts crying here. [Puffs on cigarett] You know, I must have blacked out here 'cause I don't know what the hell I was thinking...

Instead it's like this:

Director: You can really see Denise Richards reach deep for that emotion. People say that she's just a hot piece of dumb ass but I really think she made a statement with this film...

Goddamn and Goodfellas DOESN'T have a commentary track? AND it's on a two sided DVD?

Kurosawa would never talk about his own movies. That wasn't his business. Let the scholars talk about them. What would he respond when people would as him what his favorite movie was? "The one I'm currently working on."

Says a lot (... damn, Eye of the Beholder!!! Now I'm in a really bad mood. Damn, Slashdot...)

Re:I dunno if the article mentions this (1)

halo8 (445515) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301706)

you actually have the Time to spare to watch the Directors version?

personally (IMHO).. i couldnt care a less how they made a film or shot a scene, it wouldnt make me apretiate it any more.

i have friends that always watch thoes specials on "how they made jurasic park III" and i say "computers" they used computers on this scene.. computers on that scene. thats how movies are made today.. computers computers computers.
now if they were to talk about what kind of computers? how much ram/os/HD ect.. then that would be interesting. but they dont. joe blow just knows it made by computers.

Re:I dunno if the article mentions this (4, Informative)

instinctdesign (534196) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301718)

It really depends on a lot of factors whether a commentary track will be good or not. One the DVD of my favorite movies, Seven Samurai, has a commentary track by an "expert" on Kurosawa. Sounds interesting, no? Well... its just like the example you mentioned. "Here we see a scene with horses silhouetted against the sky." A minute or two later, "Kurosowa did that often." (obviously paraphrased) And it goes on and on like this for at least the first 30 minutes when I just turned it off and watched the film.

Now, quite ironically, the best commentary track I've ever listened to was also on a Criterion DVD but of a vastly different caliber of film, Michael Bay's Armageddon. If you rent/buy it, (frankly I wouldn't recommend the film by itself but the extras make up for it) I highly suggest you listen to the commentary. Its got great tidbits from Bay about the making of such a huge scale feature, from an ex-NASA guy who talks about the "facts" of the film (one of the greatest lines, "now this just couldn't happen in real life"), and others.

Its really hard to make a great commentary track, and you can never really tell what movie will have a good one and what won't. Another example, both Mel Brooks commentaries/movies, Spaceballs: boring commentary track, like a voice track for the blind; Young Frankenstein: hilarious, like Armageddon, worth listening to.

Directorial Intent (2)

peripatetic_bum (211859) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301573)

I know this aint exactly on the radar of geeks, but the question becomes if comsumers can change the content of the movie, what happens to the Director's Intent. What I mean is we all know of movies that seemed to suck when they first came out, but then everyone finally caught up withe Director's ideas in the movie and becomes a classic.

Will this make Director just slap shit together and tell consumers to maek it better?

What if a Director doesnt want You changeing his movie because he has an exact reason for every scene but you still change it? Are you still watching the same movie the Director made?

Re:Directorial Intent (1)

Zalgon 26 McGee (101431) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301635)

There's much more than the Director - what about the screenwriter? For adaptations, the source material writer? Producers control funding which restricts directors - and some are intimately involved with creating the look of a film.

All this to say: a movie is much more than the product of a mere director.

Re:Directorial Intent (1)

peripatetic_bum (211859) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301639)

You're right, but Im thinking about real Directors, like Kubrick, who knew exactly what they were doing, even if the audience didnt.

Re:Directorial Intent (2)

ttyRazor (20815) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301752)

The intent of the writer goes out the window the instant 15 other hacks do gang bang treatments on it. It's a rare movie script that hasn't been touched my more than one person's hands, and rarer still when the others actually get the point of it.

Re:Directorial Intent (1)

bosef1 (208943) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301720)

I suppose the argument one might make is that most movies today are tripe targeting the lowest denominators, and that the director's intent is something more financial than artistic. Then of course some intelligent person can put a better film together, because the original film wasn't put together well to begin with. It includes all sorts of extra dongles and widgets that were put in to improve the draw of the movie in the theater, or provide a convenient hook for some mass-marketed product later on, not to advance the plot. Our digitally-empowered critic just has to remove all of the stuff that's put in for marketing purposes, and in principle that shouldn't be so hard for anyone with experience in storytelling.

For example, consider the editing process that was applied in "The Phantom Edit". I haven't seen this myself, but from the Salon article someone posted, it sounds like all the editor did was chop out the kiddie stuff (eg: Jar-Jar) and a little of the extranious filler. Not that the kiddie stuff is bad, but it seems that it was put into the movie as a way to lure children to the film, and not to advance the plotline in a meaningful way. It would probably be a lot harder to do the same thing to "A Clockwork Orange" for example, because it probably wasn't designed to be marketed later on (though I suppose a set of Clockwork Orange action figure would be an interesting message to send to your children).

Anyway, I'm probably completely wrong with all of this, but it is late, and I'm not a film critic by any means.

Re:Directorial Intent (1)

peripatetic_bum (211859) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301739)

You know what is interesting aout you reply?

You actually seem to suggest a way to evalute films. :)
What I mean is that you seem to say that we might judge movies, say how good they are, by determing whther one could take scenes out and make it a better movie or not?

ie say in the The Phantom Menace, taking out Jar Jar Binks would make it much more palatable movie, but Try taking something out of ClickWork Orange and you harm the whole film immeasurably.

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Re:Take the Slashdot Pledge today! (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3301657)

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Interesting quote (1)

Hitch (1361) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301577)

Those developments, and video on demand in particular, had the potential of endangering the lucrative retail home video market in much the same way that the free downloading of songs eventually hurt the music business.

ah. what I find so weird about this quote is that the ONLY way MP3s have hurt the music industry is by the RIAA's alienation of consumers. I enjoyed the rest of the article, though...

How about Corporation sponsored DVD versions.... (3, Funny)

efuseekay (138418) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301583)

So they can insert their product placements into existing movies viz:

Goon 1 : "Do you know what they call the Whopper in France?"

Goon 2 : "No? What do they call it?"

Goon 1 : "They call it 'Le Whopper'."

Grandma Pearl (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3301592)

My grandmother, Anna Pearl Hartman, born August 26th, 1882, in Davilla, Texas, was not special except in the ways all grandmothers are special. Friends and family called her Annie. Her children called her Mama and so did I.

Mama was sweet, gentle, smelled alternately of home-made light bread and/or Mentholatum which she applied regularly to herself and me for a variety of reasons --anything short of brain surgery.

She taught me to fish, dig for and thread a worm on a hook, catch a grasshopper for bait in a pinch, and how to throw the line from a cane pole. She could kill a water moccasin with a fence post and did on more than one occasion. Other creatures threatening harm also got the fence post. She gave added dimension to the term, fencing,

She was a devoted Fundamental Baptist who practiced foot washing; whose favorite hymn was "Farther along we'll know all about it; farther along we'll understand why." She had her own version of scripture inspite of the fact that she rested secure in the inviolable, unchangeable Word -- 'It says what it says, but this is what it means. "

She could comfort my perpetual skinned knees and stumped toes using some kind of ointment and a torn sheet bandage split in two on one end and tied about the wound.

Mama was endearing and beloved and, as it dawned on me later in life, an enigma. Hearing about her as a friend, sister and mother acquainted me with someone else, somebody I didn't know. Now that I am a grandmother, I've discovered what Mama may have sensed or known. Grandmothers can reinvent themselves in behalf of both themselves and grandchildren, becoming suitable to time and place.


Mao Zedong (467890) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301595)

You are now []

You're welcome!

Fan edits: great use for DeCSS (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3301597)

There's no copyright infrigement if you can get The Phantom Edit in the form of a small file containing timings on a DVD that are to be skipped (or retained).

Of course, you won't see any commercial DVD player offering to play dvds with fan-edits because, well, users shouldn't be interested in doing that.

That leaves it to hobbyists. So where is my fan-edit enabled DeCSS-based player, and where can I get timings for a Jar-Jar-free playback of my TPM dvd?

Extra features in DVDs (1)

rob-fu (564277) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301599)

I thought that various movie studios wanted these extras removed because of production costs (although the Warner Bros. spokesperson declined to disclose any information as to what the production costs were).

I think that these ideas are great (i.e. end-user re-editing) but it's all up to the studio as to whether or not we see these features.

Re:Extra features in DVDs (1)

kdogg765 (551482) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301724)

Arnold Schwarzenegger got $75,000 to do the audio commentary for the Total Recall "Special Limited Edition" DVD. That kind of exploitation is going to run into a wall sooner or later where the studio is just going to say no. To me, that's a rediculously expensive extra feature. Personally, I don't care much about commentary except by the director.

Why allude to Phantom Edit in an article about DVD (1)

joeflies (529536) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301606)

when it was a VHS copy that was edited.

Re:Why allude to Phantom Edit in an article about (1)

kwishot (453761) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301623)

If you would READ the post.

"They briefly mention the possibilities of end-users being able to re-edit the movie (with a veiled reference to The Phantom Edit) but focus more on the way that it's starting to influence directors and producers during the course of making the movie."

Sum of All Fears... (2)

Maskirovka (255712) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301607)

Phil Alden Robinson, director of "Field of Dreams" and the upcoming "The Sum of All Fears,"

Could that be...Sum of All Fears based on Tom Clancy's Sum of All Fears??

Re:Sum of All Fears... (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3301728)

Would be pretty they don't blow up the superbowl so they don't 'offend' Johnnny Six-Pack.

Re:Sum of All Fears... (1)

matt2413 (135292) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301747)

Sadly, and worse? BEN FUCKING AFLECK is jack ryan. how sad is that?

Re:Sum of All Fears... (2)

instinctdesign (534196) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301748)

Umm... I'm not sure if your being sarcastic or not, but I'll assume your not. :) Read more about the film [] at [] , the trailer is also over at [] Shockingly enough, it doesn't look like it will be horrible, though I could think of other Clancy books I'd rather see made into movies (Cardinal of the Kremlin for instance, and the new Hunt for Red October thats supposed to be in the works).

Just another night on the town (-1)

Mao Zedong (467890) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301611)

I looked around. The landscape was unfamiliar. Susan and Paul
said that this street ran into Green Street, where the Vertigo Club was,
but they also said that if I came to a McDonalds I had gone too far. I
should have asked for directions at my hotel, because the McDonalds was
ahead, with no sign of Green Street. I was dressed to kill, for a night
out in the town with my old college roommate and her boyfriend, across
the country from where I lived. I had on a little black dress that fit
my small curvy frame, and black high heel shoes. So you can get the
picture into your head, I have dark blonde hair and green eyes. I'm 5'2
and weigh 116.
I turned around, and began strolling in the opposite direction at
a quick pace, anxious to get to the club. It was getting dark, and I
didn't like the looks of this neighborhood. Nobody was around. Suddenly,
as I passed an alleyway, I felt a hand reach out and cup around my mouth.
My heart was pounding. I screamed into the man's hand, but he kept it
tight over my mouth. He was strong and large, and I was frail and
skinny. His other hand wrapped around my waist and he began to drag me
back into the alley. I kicked at his legs to no avail. I noticed an open
door at the back of the alley, and I grabbed his arm that was around my
mouth with both of my hands, only I couldn't budge it. He got me inside
the door and slammed it shut. His arm that was wrapped around my body
tight squeezed harder, pressing the air out of me, while his hand
squeezed my breasts - 36C a nice hefty handful for him.
The inside of the building was an old warehouse. I was surprised
to see fifteen or so guys standing around, some of them playing dice,
others smoking or drinking 40 oz beers, but I got the impression that
they were just waiting here.
"I got one," my assailant said. The men gathered around. They
were all sizes and colors, city kids in their late teens or early
twenties. They looked unwashed and dangerous. The man took his hand off
my mouth. He was white, but I couldn't turn around to see him.
"Hi, I'm Rick. Tell my boys your name, sweetheart."
"It's Marilyn. What are you planning to do to me?
"Well, Marilyn, we're going to fuck you silly and after that
we'll see."
"You'll never make me," I shouted, trying to get away and get to
the door. One of the guys hauled over a dirty mattress and dropped it on
the floor next to me. His friends made room.
"Ok," Rick said, pausing, "If you don't want to fuck, you don't
have to." He let me go. Surprised I turned and stared at him. He was a
teenager, short, well under six feet, with bulky powerful muscles beneath
a black T-shirt and black Raiders hat. His jeans were baggy, practically
falling off. One of Rick's front teeth was gold, I noticed as he smiled.
The repulsive tooth gleamed at me. Suddenly, a big husky guy with a
long beard pushed me into Rick. Rick shoved me hard into another one of
his friends.
"I thought you said you'd let me go," I cried to him.
The guy pushed me to someone else and that kid shoved me back
into Rick. They laughed at me as I tried to get away.
"Lemme see your purse," Rick said. Before I could react, he
snatched it from me and handed it to a skinny guy next to him. I tried
to follow what they were doing with it, but Rick slapped me across the
face, hard.
"What can you do for us if I let you go?" he asked. "Get on your
knees and blow me and I'll let you go home." With that, he unzipped his
fly and pulled his semi-rigid dick out.
"Please, I'll do whatever you say, except for that, though.
Please! Just let me go, OK?"
"Then blow me."
"Come on, you have my purse, please, you're not going to get away
with this. Let me go home," I tried reasoning with them.
"Fine you dumb bitch," Rick punched me in the stomach and threw
me down onto the mattress. He jumped on top of me.
I was crying and they were all screaming and yelling things like
"Fuck the whore, fuck her!"
"No, no!" I pleaded. Rick's hand flew up my skirt. His other
hand began to squeeze my tits, hard, mauling them. He kissed me, a
brutal kiss on the lips, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I bit it.
He yelled out and spit blood onto the cement floor of the
warehouse. The he punched me in the face. And again.
"Bitch!" I was too dazed to resist as he pried my legs open and
fondled my crotch, grabbing between my legs. He yanked my black satin
thong panties off with one hand. They looked tiny in his big meaty fists
and it was then that I realized how helpless I was. He tossed them aside
and pulled up my dress, one hand leaning on my shoulder to hold me down.
I cried out, but didn't struggle. Some other guys came to hold me down,
so Rick could get his jeans and boxers down to his knees. He shoved two
fingers inside of me. I was dry, and I jumped a little bit.
Then Rick climbed between my legs and put his cock at my opening.
He shoved it hard into my dry cunt. I yelled out. The crowd of men
started going crazy, making vulgar sounds and yelling. Rick grabbed my
skinny shoulders with his thick hands and started pumping himself in and
out of my body.
"Oh that hurts," I whimpered, "Please stop."
He was grunting and humping fucking like crazy. One of his hands
was squeezing my ample chest through my dress. The other had a handful
of my hair, which he pulled while he was rutting like a pig. In fact,
his face got flushed and his nostrils widened. I felt sick to my
Through my tears, I saw the other guys laughing and cheering him
on. Rick let go of my hair and stuck his middle finger up my asshole,
causing me to cry out again. I tried to squirm away. He was banging me
like a maniac, his powerful legs spreading me apart.
No-one had ever abused me this way before. "Please, please,
stop, I'm begging you."
"Hold on," he growled, firing his load into my struggling body,
squirting cum up into my belly, so much that a little leaked out onto my
thighs. I fell it up in me, wet, with a warmth that wasn't mine, and
smeared all over the inside of my thighs. He reached down and stopped a
drop trickling out of me before it hit the mattress and rubbed it on my
"Come on, try it, it tastes great," he laughed. I kept my mouth
sealed, and he pulled out of me with a slurping sound.
Maybe it was over, I thought. Maybe he'll let me go.
The tall, tall skinny kid who had my purse before took Rick's
place. His hair was reddish brown, and there was a permanent sneer
attached to his face, it seemed. His pants were already off and he slid
his dick into my now wet tunnel. The kid started fucking me, almost as
hard as Rick did.
I couldn't believe this. I couldn't possibly take this again. I
struggled against the hands holding me.
A fair haired man, also thin and wiry, probably in his
mid-twenties gripped my blonde hair and pulled my head to the side so
that I was staring at his bobbing cock.
I tried to bring a leg up to the red-headed kid's groin. He just
smirked and punched me in the stomach.
"All right, Ray!" Rick yelled.
"Open up bitch," the blonde-haired guy instructed me. "Suck
Greg's dick, come on now," he coaxed, like I was a misbehaving horse or
"No, I'll bite it off," I gasped, while Ray was banging me silly.
Greg put a knife to my throat. "Do it."
Oh my god, a knife! I remembered thinking. I ceased struggling.
He nicked my neck with the knife. It burned.
"Open!" he ordered, and I opened up my mouth. He put his long
thin penis inside. I stared into his light colored pubic hair. "If you
bite, I'll cut you till you ain't gonna win no beauty contests."
"SUCK, SUCK, SUCK!" the crowd chanted.
Quietly thankful that his cock wasn't too big, I began to suck
him off. I felt Ray's jets of sperm gush inside of me. Thank God he was
"Ha-keem, Ha-keem, Ha-keem" the men started to repeat. I was
confused, until I saw the big black man walking over out of the corner of
my eye, his 11 inch cock fully erect in front of him. "Yeah, Dominican
power," someone yelled, like this was a sporting event.
I popped Greg's dick out of my mouth, "No, I can't, I won't!!"
He popped it back in and I continued sucking, fearfully trying to see
what Hakeem was doing to me. One man held each of my quivering legs,
while Hakeem eased down to mattress level.
I had to get out of here. This guy was going to rip me to shreds.
He put his long thick tool right at my slit. I felt a trickle of white
goo run out and down my ass crack. I hoped and prayed that I wouldn't
get pregnant. Hakeem shoved in as hard as he could. He slammed against
my cervix, dazing me with the pain, as Greg shot his cum down my mouth.
I gagged and tried to spit it out as I wiggled under the 11" cock.
Greg held my mouth closed, "Swallow, it's good for you."
Hakeem smiled at me while I was impaled on his long rod. He
ripped my dress open. Shocked by the searing pain of that thing inside
me, I swallowed down the load of cum. Another dick, long and thick was
shoved down my throat immediately. I felt Hakeems balls slap against my
asshole. He suddenly blew his load all over my insides, until it was
leaking onto the mattress, and pulled out.
Rick took his place. The men pulled my legs way back. Not a
second time, I thought.
"Guess what I'm going to do?" He put his cock at the rim of my
pink asshole lips.
"No, no, please, just take my money, not that!"
The man in my mouth pulled his cock out and sprayed sticky cum
all over my face, hair and breasts.
No-one'd ever fucked me in the ass before. Rick drove into me,
showing no mercy to my bottom. My sphincter protested and spasmed as he
went deep. "Oh yeah," he crowed.
I screamed as he stretched my ass with his big cock. My open
mouth was filled with a third cock. Rick pulled out and drove back in,
raping my ass. It hurt so bad. When I came to, he was filling my bowels
with a load of semen. "I'm done for a little while," he told his men.
I felt cum in every orifice of my body. They ripped off the
shreds of my dress and unsnapped my bra. Hands turned me over. Someone
entered my doggy-style. I cried out again as he entered me. He rode me
like one would ride a horse, making my hips buck against his. He wasn't
quite as painful as Rick in my ass though. Another man was at the front,
his dick in my face. The man behind me came in me and was replaced by
another man, then another.
A guy laid down on the mattress. "Straddle me," he commanded. At
this point I obeyed his orders. When I was on top of him, with him in my
cunt, another guy entered my asshole. Then a dick was stuffed in my
mouth, so I had three in me at once. I knew there was nothing I could do
but submit. The hours dragged by. I gave blowjobs until my mouth was
sore and wouldn't stay open anymore. I took cock after cock in my pussy.
They fucked me in every degrading position they could think of, spraying
cum inside of me and all over me until my hair and face were slick with
it and my pubic hair was matted with white globs. I wasn't struggling at
all anymore, I was just letting them fuck me however they like. They
banged my ass until I was screaming in pain with every thrust. I had
never seen so much cum or felt so much agony in my life. It seemed like
they all had at least two turns at me.
When they were done, I got up. My panties were nowhere to be
found. I buckled my bra back on and put my torn dress on, trying to make
it cover me decently, but finding it impossible. The men were not paying
much attention to me, lying around tired or drinking. I was an old toy
that was broken now. I got up. Then I felt a stinging lash on the back
of my bare legs. It was Rick, swinging his leather belt and laughing.
The men all seemed to come to life. I was crouched in the fetal position
on the mattress. Blows and boot kicks came raining down on me. They
wrenched my head away so that a punch split my lips. Someone kicked me
in the face and it all blacked out for a second. They beat me up until
they were bored with that too, and then they dumped me onto the cold
rough floor of the warehouse, throwing the mattress aside. I saw,
through tears and swollen eyes, all the men pull out their penises. They
pissed on me, the stinging liquid soaking into my bruised and cut skin.
They joked and laughed. Fifteen guys drinking forties makes a lot of
piss. I was drenched. I lay in the puddle until they went away, then
got up, trying not to slip and fall back down into the yellow urine.
Rick opened up the door for me. I was crying harder then before, because
I thought that I was going to get to leave. Instead I got beat up and
pissed on.
"Club Vertigo. Take your second left. It's your first right off
of Montgomery. Green Street it's called. You can't miss it."
I didn't ask how he knew where I was going. "I'm free to go?"
My face was bruised and I was dripping with piss. I felt cum leaking
down my leg.
He nodded and I turned around and left. It was almost midnight
now. I walked into the McDonalds and the clerk called the police. They
went back to the warehouse, but of course there was no-one there. The
officer said that he had complaints about the place before, said that it
was used as a crackhouse and a hangout for gangs. They never caught
them. The rest of my vacation was spent in the hospital with Susan and
Paul visiting.

Michael==incredible assface (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3301613)

'Mostly for the worse' indeed, assface. Would it
fucking kill you to keep your assface opinions out
of the alleged news you're allegedly reporting,

Let the assface censoring of this post begin.

And, as predicted... (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3301631)

Took less than two minutes to get '-1, Offtopic'. FUCK YOU, ASSFACE.

DVDs of course (2, Interesting)

littlerubberfeet (453565) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301614)

DVDs lend so many possibilities for extra content. As a person with close connections to the documentry film world, I know that there is a conflict between people wanting 2 hour specials, and people wanting FOX like 15 minute ADHD adapted summaries. The ability to include both is a real opportunity. Since so many people watch DVDs, they can watch what they want. Unfortunatly, people will start coming out with crap made just to fill up the 4.7 gigs of space. So film has found a new media, perhaps we should concentrate on making good use of it, instead of filling it with crap. How long until everyone will get Holiday DVDs with 4 hours a family footage? Sounds like the 7th level to me.

Phantom Menace DVD Edits (4, Funny)

Nathdot (465087) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301617)

The article mentioned something about homebrew SW:Ep 1 DVD edits and it got me to thinking:

*If I could use this technology I'd be able to edit out Jake Lloyd from Star Wars. What Glee!

*Oohh! Jar Jar has to go... I shoulda thought of him first.

*Ooohh! And ALL of the freaking gungans!

*And so on...

until it became apparent that my new "movie" was nothing more than Natalie Portman footage and light saber duels.

Alas, who was the cinematic Atlas that put DVD fire in our lowly mortal hands?!


PS. I'm still not totally convinced that my home edit would be worse than SW: Ep 1.

Re:Phantom Menace DVD Edits (3, Informative)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3301645)

Since when did Atlas give us fire?

If I was prometheus I'd set you on fire.

Laff Time (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3301624)

Q: Why do faggots wear ribbed condoms?

A: For better traction in the mud.

Q: What does a faggot and an ambulance have in common?

A: They both get loaded from the rear and go whoo-whoo!

Q: What do you call two faggots on a waterbed?

A: A fruit float!

Q: Have you heard about the Faggot Patch Dolls?

A: They come with A.I.D.S. and a death certificate.

Amazing isn't it (4, Insightful)

dustpuppy (5260) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301625)

If you run a business and you provide what the customers are asking for, your sales go up and so does your profit!!

Wow - what a concept!!

To bad the movie and music industry still don't understand this.

Re:Amazing isn't it (1)

halo8 (445515) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301680)

uhhh... isnt like the DVD industry and the movie idustry like uhh.. one in the same??

let me clarify. (2)

dustpuppy (5260) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301689)

yes - but in the article (you did read the article right? :-), it mentions that DVDs were introduced only for the movie industry to get more money from a saturated VHS market.

And then when DVD sales rocketed, it took the movie industry by surprise.

So my point is that the movie industry still hasn't figured out that giving consumers what they want increases sales.

Re: When that day Happens (1)

halo8 (445515) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301716)

So my point is that the movie industry still hasn't figured out that giving consumers what they want increases sales

"The Olsen Twins.. Grown up.. and XXX-RATED"

Unfortunately... (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3301704) producers are often hamstrung by labor contracts that essentially forbid giving end-users a good deal.

For instance, Arnold Schwarzenegger was paid $75,000 to do a two-hour commentary for the recent Total Recall DVD. Artisan, the producer of the disk, has to decide between paying for that and reducing profit/raising price, or dumping it and alienating fans/Arnie.

Bottom line: don't blame the movie industry for everything. Worker bees can be greedy too.

Re:Unfortunately... (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3301767)

Hey, is that a new edition? I have Total Recall on DVD, and I don't recall (ha) an interview with Arnie.

Best line from Total Recall:

Ahahaha! You think this is the real Quaid? It is! [] . I also kinda like "See you at the party, Richter".

Re:Amazing isn't it (1)

wwwgregcom (313240) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301751)

Except when what the customers want is free music, and you sell music.

Sometimes I swear the Slashdot community has gotten so attached to free musice, they convince themselfes of lies.

DarwinVD (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3301630)

(And that does not mean Darwin Venereal Disease)

It's only natural that things would be adapted for new technology. I'm willing to reckon that within my lifetime Pan-n-Scan will be a thing of the past. (Resulting in letter box, not more widesceen tv's)

However, the DVD won't make the plot any better, or the writing any better, which is a SERIOUS Problem. When they make enough DVDs worth having with DECENT fetures, then even the hardcover VHS people will be overtaken. The American Beauty DVD got my non-tech parents to swear by DVDs (even if the only one they can work is the PS2 and they Can't work the controller)

Btw, I missed this but the Jerk is on DVD! Now those are some commentaries worth listening to!

I just hope that TV Will catch up to the movie industry's acceptance. We want commentaries on our TV shows too! I want to hear alllll about The Prisoner.

oh, and hey hollywood? Scripts on DVD players suck.

Multiple Camera Angles (2)

DeadBugs (546475) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301633)

Maybe more standard movies outside the adult film industry will start using this feature. Many movies are filmed using dozens of cameras and then only one shot is used in the movie. I think a lot of people would like to view certain key parts of a movie from diffrent angles (Again standard movies not adult movies)

Elizabeth's Story (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3301634)

Elizabeth was thirty-two years old, tall and slim. Short, auburn curls framed an
attractive face, her breasts were not large but still nicely shaped, and long, tapering
legs promised an enticing picture when helped by high-heeled shoes and stockings.
She had two children; one ten and one eight, and so there had been ample time for
her body to recover some of its pre-pregnancy qualities. The family was watched
for two weeks leading up to the abduction: Her husband left for work at
seven-o'clock in the morning. At eight-thirty she took the children to school, then
picked up groceries before returning home. At four-o'clock she returned to the
school to collect the children. Her kidnappers broke into the house one morning
while she was out. When she returned, they were waiting for her and she stood
no chance against the three men.
They toyed with her for an hour before driving her away. They took her upstairs
to her bedroom and made her fetch out all of her lingerie. Elizabeth was ordered to
undress and when she had done so, her attackers took turns in choosing items of
clothing for her to wear. She was made to parade around the bedroom in skimpy
underwear that concealed nothing, but titillated her audience. Ransacking the
bedroom, the men discovered Elizabeth's vibrator. Humiliating her utterly, they
forced her to use it on herself, and were not satisfied until she had brought herself
to a climax. Then, selecting a brassiere, pantyhose, and a dress and shoes from
her closet, the kidnappers ordered Elizabeth to get dressed. Finally, she was
drugged and, before she lost consciousness, hurried to a waiting van.
Elizabeth waited in a dark cell for two days before she was taken to the place
where the torture-films were made. Her dress and brassiere were removed, and
she stood semi-naked, her attractive breasts pouting, in front of several men and
women. Two men took her by the arms and Elizabeth watched a narrow belt being
placed about her waist.
"W-what are you going to do?" asked the terrified woman, as the men fastened a
buckle and placed her wrists in cuffs attached to the sides of the belt. Suddenly,
powerful overhead lights came on, bathing Elizabeth in their illumination. A woman
stepped into the light and stood in front of Elizabeth.
"We are going to make a movie - several movies, in fact - of you being tortured in
a number of different ways. Extremely unpleasant ways for you, but very
enjoyable for those who buy the films. And for some of us who make them." The
woman, who was older then Elizabeth, smiled grimly.
"Oh, my god!" gasped Elizabeth. "Please! No! I don't want to be h-hurt ..."
"Of course you don't," agreed the woman. "That's one of the entertaining
aspects of what we do here. The market for scenes of consensual torture is tiny
compared with that for those staring unwilling victims." As she spoke, cameras on
large dollies were being wheeled up and arranged about the spot where Elizabeth
"Wha-what is g-going to happen?" stammered Elizabeth.
"You'll see," said the woman. Reaching out, she took Elizabeth's left breast in
one hand. The nipple stood large and erect. Elizabeth tried to back off, but the
men at her sides held her secure. The woman produced a cord in her free hand.
The cord ended in a small noose which the woman deftly slipped over the delicate,
enticing tip of the breast. The woman tugged the cord and the noose tightened,
causing Elizabeth to suck in her breath. "Now give me the other one," the woman
said, and moments later she was leading her unfortunate victim forward, into the
focus of the lights, by both nipples.
A smooth, round, horizontal bar pressed against Elizabeth's belly. The bar was
too high for her to step over and she was obliged to bend forward as the woman
holding the two cords continued to move back. She let out a groan, then a plea to
be released, as her breasts and nipples became extended. She was bent almost
horizontally when she saw what the woman intended for her. Then she cried out
aloud for the first time. The woman threaded the cords under metal loops, set
into the top of a wooden stock like inverted 'U's. The loops, large enough only for
a finger or thumb to pass through, were about as far apart as Elizabeth's breasts,
and when the stock was pushed forward until it rested beneath her inclined torso,
her nipples were drawn through. The woman pulled on the cords, eliciting cries of
pain from Elizabeth, until the tan haloes were squeezed through the small openings.
Out of the dimness surrounding the illuminated area, came a man with a mallet.
With two swift, accurately gauged blows he drove the loops of metal into the
stock, trapping the tips of Elizabeth's breasts and causing her to shriek in pain.
Elizabeth bucked, and screamed, but her breasts were held secure and she only
managed to hurt them more by moving. Her head had been drawn back, so that
her face looked up, and fastened in that position by tying off her hair to the band
around her waist. The bar over which she was bent had been raised until her feet
came off the floor, and her ankles secured so that her legs were straight but wide
apart. She bucked again and another agonized sound escaped her throat. In fact,
each time the man standing behind her pressed the tip of the electrically-heated
needle into her clitoris, Elizabeth's body made a vain attempt to convulse, and the
restrained paroxysm was accompanied by a resounding scream. And every
moment of this torment was being captured by the cameras that stared without
emotion upon the scene.
The man lowered the instrument and rested. The muscles controlling Elizabeth's
abdomen and genital region were quivering. A dozen times the needle had been
used on her and she had no reason to assume that more were not forthcoming.
The pain in her clitoris was agonizing, and she sobbed continually, choking out
entreaties to the people who stood watching her. The woman who had bound
Elizabeth's nipples appeared from among the audience. She was carrying a clip-
board. The sounds of the cameras had stopped.
"That was interesting," the woman remarked in an amused tone. "I haven't seen
that before ..."
"Please! Don't hurt me any more," Elizabeth managed to beg in a coherent voice.
"Let me go, for god's sake."
The woman chuckled softly. "Let you go? Of course we're not going to let you
go - not yet anyway. That was an excellent ten-minute short!" The woman
studied her clip-board. "We have you scheduled for another half-dozen scenes,"
she added casually, patting Elizabeth's cheek and walking around the fastened
figure to where the man with the needle stood. As she did so, a desperate wail
emanated from Elizabeth.
The woman stood holding the device the man had used to induce the intense pain
in Elizabeth's clitoris. A long, fine, silver needle protruded from the pistol-grip in
her hand. She was surprised when she pressed the trigger and saw nothing
happen. The man saw her surprised look.
"You were expecting to it glow." he said rhetorically.
"Well, yes," the woman replied.
"If it were that hot, it would have destroyed her nerve-endings. Not much fun.
Just a short-lived burn. Right now, all of her nerve tissue is very much alive," he
said smugly. The woman moved close to Elizabeth, so that she could inspect what
had been done.
The gusset of Elizabeth's pantyhose had been cut away. The entrance to her
vagina was closed, still guarded by the two pairs of lips, but the small fold of
fleshy tissue normally covering her clitoris was pushed back and seemed to be held
like that by something resembling a peculiarly bent paper-clip. Exposed was the
swollen organ, the twelve angry marks on its surface showing where the heated
metal point had entered. The woman pressed the tip of a finger against it, and a
scream filled place.
"See what I mean," said the man. "She wouldn't have felt a thing if I'd charred
The woman directed the crew, having them shift lights and cameras into place for
the next scene.
Elizabeth was still in severe pain and she moaned softly all the time, but, when a
lamp was maneuvered into position above her fastened breasts, she began to
"Not there," she pleaded to nobody in particular. "Please, not there. I couldn't
stand that ..." Her voice trailed off and she watched, her terror growing, while a
camera was pushed next to the stock, and a man focused the camera's lens on her
right breast.
The woman had wheeled a cart up to the stock, and then pulled a low bench next
to Elizabeth. She sat on the bench, stroking the large nipple at the tip of
Elizabeth's right breast with her fingers. From a tray on the cart, she retrieved a
small bowl of clear liquid and a cotton-ball. She swabbed the nipple with the
liquid. Moments later Elizabeth's eyes widened and she drew in a long, sibilant
breath before allowing a gurgling noise to leave her throat. The nipple grew torrid,
and the volume of Elizabeth's screaming increased. After a few minutes
Elizabeth's nipple was swollen to twice its normal size and the skin covering it as
tight as a drum-skin. Elizabeth's shrieks had become maniacal. For a further five
minutes she thrashed in a fit of agony as much as her bonds would permit,
screaming at the top of her voice. Perspiration covered her naked torso, and her
bare skin shone in the camera lights. The pain climaxed and Elizabeth's voice
became mute for a few seconds before her lips formed a near-perfect circle and
she began to emit a drawn-out 'Oh'. The sound came to and end finally in a hoarse
Elizabeth's agony subsided as rapidly as it had mounted, and she collapsed
suddenly; draped over the metal bar, hanging limply by her imprisoned breasts. She
cried pitifully, her words hardly audible or intelligible, begging her torturers to
release her.
It was the Needle-Man's turn to express surprise.
"What is this stuff?" he asked, picking up the bowl and carefully, suspiciously,
holding it under his nose.
"Carbon tetrachloride," the woman informed him. "It's a de-greasing agent. I
removed all of the natural oils from her skin, leaving the tissue unprotected from
the air."
"I didn't know the air was that dangerous," the man replied, quickly putting the
bowl back on the cart.
"The oxygen is. It burns."
"Without doubt," the man concurred. He looked at Elizabeth, who was breathing
heavily but still limp, still uttering her almost silent entreaties. He looked at her
right nipple. The swelling had not subsided; the skin was still smooth and shiny
and taught. He watched the woman take a scalpel from the tray, then carefully
apply the blade to the very tip of the nipple. The skin split with an audible pop,
and a second later, the air was rent by the last sound Elizabeth made before
"Cut the cameras!" the woman ordered. "Take five, and start running again
when you see her regaining consciousness." She stood and, with a fingernail,
touched Elizabeth's ruptured nipple, flipping back a piece of loose skin that still
clung to it. Turning to the Needle-Man, she said: "I'll wait until then before
peeling this off. The effect will hold your interest for a while, I promise."
The Needle-Man was not disappointed. Elizabeth's eyes rolled back in their
sockets and the veins in her neck bulged while her nipple and the surrounding halo
were decorticated with dreadful slowness. As the viable dermis beneath the outer
layers of skin was exposed, the pain became so excruciating that Elizabeth fainted
for a second time. She had to be revived with ammonium salts so that she would
suffer the full agony of the procedure.
When the woman had finished, and Elizabeth's pleas for mercy were no longer
understandable, the Needle-Man asked:
"Do you have any more tricks like that one?"
"Of course," the woman told him. She gently placed a fingertip against
Elizabeth's intact, left nipple and went on: "This one will end up just like its mate,
but not in the same fashion. There's more than one way to skin a cat, you know"
she grinned.
"Or a nipple," the man suggested.
The man carefully prepared Elizabeth's labia; going through a well-practiced
procedure developed to expose the two pairs of delicate lips protecting his victim's
Elizabeth's pubic hair had been removed, leaving her voluptuous mounds and
hollows (which, the man noticed, had been untouched by the Sun's tanning rays)
as clean and as smooth as polished alabaster. Onto the delicate, depilated skin he
painted adhesive. Then, working with one pair of lips at a time, he peeled the
pliant tissue open, folded it back and held it like that for a minute or so; until the
adhesive had bonded. When he had done this to both pairs of lips, the textured,
rosy inner surfaces were revealed like the petals of a flower. The entrance to
Elizabeth's vaginal canal was presented to him unobstructed. Moving two fingers
into the passage, he pressed the coruscated wall and felt the strong muscle tighten
as Elizabeth reacted to the unwelcome intrusion. For a few moments he allowed
himself the pleasure of exploring the cloister, receiving enjoyment from the
resistance Elizabeth put up in her vain attempt to prevent him from delving further
into her. While his fingers groped indelicately, he dropped his gaze to the shapely,
elegant legs that were pinned open, allowing him the access he needed. His free
hand moved over the alluring curves of Elizabeth's calf and thigh, stroking the
shimmering material of her pantyhose and delighting in the sensual feel of it.
Elizabeth moaned; the tone of her voice betraying her knowledge that the torture
was about to be resumed. At last, the man withdrew his fingers, though only
partially satisfied that Elizabeth was cognizant enough to understand what was
happening to her. He had been astonished by the amount of pain she had
sustained from the simple excoriation of one of her nipples. But he had also been
concerned that his victim may have become numbed to any further, protracted
agony. In order to repudiate his concern, he pressed a fingernail against Elizabeth's
clitoris. The immediate, convulsive response, accompanied by a gasped shriek,
convinced him that Elizabeth's senses were fully operating. He reached down; his
right hand grasping a dentist's drill on the end of an articulated arm; the other
picking up a cloth that had been soaking in a pan. Bracing his right arm against
Elizabeth's thigh, he started the drill.
The tiny, surgically engineered bit turned twelve thousand times every second,
and carried a little brass-wire brush in its jaw. The raw ends of the bristles kissed
the inner surface of Elizabeth's major lip for only an instant, but during that small
fraction of a second, they stripped a tiny piece of flesh, the diameter of a pencil
and the thickness of a pencil-lead, from the sensitive tissue. The man removed his
drill, then quickly pressed the saturated cloth against the flayed area. The
astringent aroma of a styptic caught in his nostrils. However, the impact the
strong odor on his senses was overwhelmed a moment later as Elizabeth dredged
from her lungs a frenzied, frenetic shriek that assaulted his ears.
The man kept Elizabeth screaming for twenty minutes before what he was doing
to her made her lapse into unconsciousness. He had been able to extend his torture
much longer than the woman had managed. And he reckoned that the cries he had
elicited from Elizabeth had been louder and more drawn out than those she had
offered before, in trade for mercy, while her nipple was being peeled. He examined
the results of his efforts. In twenty minutes, the drill had made its brief encounter
with Elizabeth's skin twenty times; both of Elizabeth's large lips bore half-a-dozen
wounds, while the remainder of the scour marks from the wire-brush were shared
between the two smaller, more sanguineous - and more sensitive - lips.
The woman admired what she saw. Each of the score of tiny injuries, now
flecked with pin-points of blood - but not bleeding, had drawn an animal scream
from Elizabeth. The woman glanced upwards and noted how the lights and camera
had been situated. A satisfied smile crossed her lips; both the cause of Elizabeth's
agony and the effect it had had upon her had been well captured on celluloid. She
bent in order to inspect the mutilated labia more closely, then drew away
suddenly, wrinkling her nose.
"Vinegar?" she said in a startled tone. The man smiled.
"Sort of," he replied. "Dilute acetic acid, actually. In addition to contracting the
blood vessels, the styptic solution has a mild anaesthetic effect. The acid
overcomes that and heightens the pain."
"You don't say," the woman chuckled.
The woman studied the ubiquitous clipboard.
"You've written 'Fiber' on this," she said, addressing the man whose techniques
for torturing Elizabeth she had found fascinating. "But you have a question-mark
after it." She gave the man a quizzical look. The man had disassembled his
drill and was stowing the pieces in small trunk.
"Yes," he replied in a leisurely fashion. "I actually have something else in mind,
but it would take a little co-operation."
"What do you mean?"
"You have something planned for her other nipple, correct?"
"Then go ahead with your arrangements, but load a new film-can into this
camera." The man pointed above his head, to the camera which had been used to
film the agonizing flaying of Elizabeth's labia. The woman looked worried.
"I can do that. But I need twenty-minutes of action from the next two scenes.
You're asking me to make them run concurrently."
"Don't worry," the man urged. "We'll get that long - at least. Just let me know
when you're ready to begin, and then give me a few moments to finish my
preparations. You'll find this quite entertaining."
"As long as the customer does, too," the woman said, acquiescing to the
man's suggestion.
The man rested his elbows against the smooth cheeks of Elizabeth's bottom. In
his fingers he held a short length of steel wire that he had snipped from a coil. The
end of the wire, left purposefully jagged, was located at the entrance to Elizabeth's
urethra. Using his fingertips, the man began to rotate the wire, urging the sharp
extremity into the highly sensitive vascular duct. He felt Elizabeth's body stiffen
and heard her sudden intake of breath. He continued turning the wire while
introducing it further into the narrow, flexible passageway. Elizabeth cried out,
begging him to stop. The man knew that the pain he was currently causing was
only acute; as soon as he had scored the entire length of the integument and
removed the wire, Elizabeth would stop screaming.
Until, he told himself, she urinated.
The woman sat in front of the stock that still held Elizabeth's breasts. Her hand
was poised. Her fingers held a spigot from which a long hose fell in a loop to the
floor. She watched the man hold a bag aloft, until its contents had drained through
a catheter into Elizabeth's bladder. She saw him step sideways - clear of
Elizabeth's body - and remove the catheter. After a few moments, she saw a thin
stream of liquid arise from between Elizabeth's thighs, and watched it describe a
graceful arc. But, before the first drop of fluid touched the floor, she heard
Elizabeth's strident squeal. Then she saw the emanation abruptly cease and,
shifting her gaze to Elizabeth's face, saw a look full of pain, astonishment, and
utter disbelief. Moments later Elizabeth screeched again; a high-pitched, shrill
piping that accompanied a second attempt to evacuate her more-than replete
The woman waited, watching Elizabeth's mounting effort to control herself. Then,
when the woman gauged that all of Elizabeth's concentration was focused upon
not urinating, she pressed a trigger on the spigot. She saw a short, thin, nebulous
stream emerge from the tip, heard the attendant hiss, and aimed the spigot at
Elizabeth's left breast.
She quickly drew the jet of steam from the edge of Elizabeth's aureole to the tip
of her nipple. Almost immediately, the path of the steam became visible; betrayed
by a narrow line of skin that turned pearl as fluid built up instantly inside the
When the pain reached Elizabeth's senses, she lost her concentration and cried
aloud because of the new agony. Her bladder began to empty involuntarily,
sending caustic liquid into her urethra. She closed her mind to the searing pain at
the tip of her left breast and, with almighty effort, clamped the sphincter that
controlled the evacuation of her bladder. She was rewarded with a second white
line on her aureole and nipple.
The man had been right. The scene of the combined tortures had lasted twenty-
two minutes. Elizabeth had endured the double agonies for almost half that time
before passing out with flecks of froth staining the corners of her mouth. Then the
liquid remaining in her bladder had flowed freely. The summit of her left breast
was covered with a pattern of red and white lines, all beginning at the
circumference of her tan-colored halo, and converging to the tip of her attractive
nipple. As before, the woman had waited for Elizabeth to regain consciousness
before proceeding to remove the skin. That had consumed another ten minutes,
while the woman pierced each blister, and squeezed the fluid from inside before
lifting the sliver of skin free. Elizabeth had screamed continuously, lasting until the
woman swabbed the freshly exposed tissue with saline solution.
"I don't believe she can absorb much more of this treatment without a respite,"
the woman said.
"Not if you want to keep her viable," the man pointed out. "Besides," he went
on, "the last scene is mine; I need her taken off of this contraption." He pressed a
finger against the bar over which Elizabeth had been bent for nearly three hours.
"That's okay," the woman told him. "As long as I can have the film in the
editing-room by tonight." She looked at her watch, then turned to one of the
crew. "Get her out of this and take her back to the cell. Let her stay there for a
couple of hours." Then wiping her forehead she added: "We all need a break."
On the way out, the man said: "I'll need a Delivery Table. Do you have one?"
The woman looked at him, mildly astonished.
"You mean a table from a hospital delivery-room - the maternity department?"
"They're not in much demand in this place. We have a GYN table, though. Will
that do?"
"Does it have stirrups."
"It did, the last time I saw it."
"Then it'll do fine."
The two reached the foot of the stairs and the outside door.
"By the way," the woman said. "If I hadn't agreed to running the two scenes
together, what was your other plan? What did 'Fiber' mean?"
"Fiber-glass," the man replied. "Fiber-glass insulation comes in sheets about as
thick as your finger. Rolled tightly and inserted into the vagina, it is quite
"Why?" the woman inquired.
"The fibers are only as thick as a human hair, but they are brittle. When they are
brushed against the vaginal wall, the fibers break off and become embedded under
the skin and in the muscle. This creates an irritation that gradually evolves into a
burning sensation. I've heard that women tortured in this way have gone insane
after a couple of hours."
"Quite diabolical," the woman commented.
"Where shall eat?" the man wanted to know.
The device was simple, but cruelly effective; a length of flexible tubing
surrounded by an inflatable bladder near to one end.
The man partially inflated the bladder and oiled its surface. The black rubber
object resembled a thick pipe. The man placed the end of the tube in the entrance
to Elizabeth's vagina and pushed gently. The opening opposed the bladder at first,
but gave way under slight pressure. After that, Elizabeth's muscles allowed the
object to intrude without further resistance, and the man inserted the bladder -
carefully and slowly - ensuring that the lubricated surface did not bind and fold, or
wrinkle. He encountered no difficulty until the end of the tubing reached
Elizabeth's cervix.
Elizabeth emitted a sharp groan when she felt the object reach the
innermost extent of her vagina. She lay on the examination table, firmly secured
by her upper and lower arms, unable to raise her body. Her feet had been placed
in the stirrups and fastened there; her legs were hardly more capable of movement
than the rest of her. She could, with utmost effort, raise her hips enough for a slim
hand to slide freely between her bottom and the surface of the table. The top of
her pantyhose was missing; cut off around her thighs, creating the appearance that
she was wearing ordinary stockings.
The man turned the bladder, maneuvering the end of the tube passed
Elizabeth's cervix. It entered her womb. The man began to inflate the bladder
further, slowly dilating Elizabeth's vaginal passage, increasing her pain.
When the man was satisfied that he had created a seal between the rubber
and the wall of Elizabeth's vagina, he stopped the flow of air into the bladder.
Then her started pumping air through the tubing into Elizabeth's uterus.
Elizabeth's womb expanded. In just a few minutes the man created an
effect that took Nature nine months to produce; Elizabeth's belly was hugely
swollen. Her screams reverberated. Only the whites of her eyes showed. Her
back was arched and every muscle in her body strained. The abdominal expansion
was clearly excruciating, her agony augmented by the awful dilation of her vagina.
But not forgotten entirely were the lacerated and denuded nipples, the scorched
clitoris, the wounds in her delicate labia where the flesh had been macerated in a
score of places, or the biting pain left over from the fluid that had burned her
urethra. Elizabeth was the perfect picture of applied torment. The camera lenses
saw her agony and the microphones heard her screams. All of this was faithfully
Now, the man would show off his coup-de-grace; the denouement.
When he supposed that Elizabeth was reaching the limit of what she could
stand, he released the air from the bladder; slowly at first and then more rapidly.
Elizabeth's vaginal muscle contracted, maintaining its grip on the deflating and
unwanted intrusion. But when the bladder began to shrink more rapidly, the
muscle, which had been stretched for too long, would not relax fast enough.
The seal was suddenly compromised. The air trapped inside Elizabeth's
womb found its deliverance. Filling the gap between the bladder and the tissue, it
began to escape. At that moment, the man stopped the bladder from deflating
further. The vaginal muscle closed around it, threatening to shut off the airway
once again. But the pressure of the air was too much. Elizabeth's stomach
collapsed in one enormous muscular effort and her vaginal passage dilated in an
In a fraction of a second, the extensible tissue comprising Elizabeth's vagina
was stretched to the very brink of rupture. Elizabeth was overwhelmed by the
shock of an agony far worse than anything she had ever known. Her eyes
widened, her mouth opened and her lips formed a gaping 'O'. She passed out, the
unuttered cry of the demented hanging silent in her throat.
The place was quiet for an eternal moment; quiet for first time in a long time
so it seemed. Only the sound of the whirring cameras broke the silence.
"Cut!" shouted the woman. "Wrap it up!" She paced around in a tight
circle. "Perfect!" she exclaimed. "Perfect! Perfect! Perfect!" She stared at the
man, the disbelief at what she had just witnessed obvious. "Did you see the look
on her face!" she shouted, then stopped, turned and threw her head back and
called to the man in the boom high above the GYN table. "Did you get that look on
her face?"
"You bet I did, lady," asserted the cameraman. The woman walked across
to the man, who was cleaning the bladder with a cloth.
"That was the most fascinating scene I have ever put onto film. It was
damned perfect. I could watch you do that to her all night."
"I don't believe she'd last that long," the man chuckled. "But the trauma is
not as bad as it might seem. You want to see it again?" He stopped wiping the
"There's no point in filming the same thing more than once, but if you can
wait around until all this is cleaned up. . . ." She made a sweeping movement with
her arm encompassing all of the studio equipment lying about on the floor.
"Sure. I can wait. She can handle it again. Perhaps a couple more times."
"I don't know if I can," the woman smiled. She patted the front of her skirt
at the base of her belly.
Old Jake stumbled and tripped. It was still early evening, but almost dark
beneath the viaduct. He groped around in the gloom for his lost bottle. Then he
found the body. That was strange. Old Jake was usually the first of the local tribe
of winos to arrive looking for a dry place to spend the night. He peered into the
face. "W-who are you?" he asked in a curious rather than demanding tone.
Old Jake climbed the embankment and scanned the parking lot above. With
distance vision much better than his reading eyes, he located the familiar black and
white car. He ambled towards it, but the patrolman saw him coming and got out
before Old Jake approached too closely.
"Hold it there," the patrolman said when the wino was still ten feet from the
car's bumper. "What's up?"
"Better come looksee," Old Jake replied. It was too early for his speech to
be unintelligible. "Some woman. Babbling. Says her name's Lizabet or
something. Can't understand her."
"Is she hurt?" the patrolman wanted to know.
"Don't look it. She ain't drunk, either. Been taking other stuff, I reckon."
Old Jake turned and made his way slowly back to the embankment. The
patrolman locked his vehicle and followed the retreating figure of Old Jake.
"Yeh. Female. Five-feet-eight, five-feet-nine. Hundred-and-thirty pounds.
Light brown hair." The patrolman was looking down at Old Jake's discovery, and
talking over the radio to his duty officer. "No, no identification - I can't see a
purse. No, I haven't moved her. No obvious signs of injury, but you'd better get
the paras rolling. And ask Jeff to send his big boys. If she's been stuffing
hallucinogens, she could more than a handful of trouble. . . What's that? . . . Yeh,
a red dress, black shoes . . . Let me look . . . Yeh, she's got a mole on the left
side of her mouth. I guess we've found her. How long's she been missing? . . .
Probably just got bored and went on a spree. . . . We'll probably find she's been
popping ecstasy pills for the last three days . . .."

Pr0n (2)

cscx (541332) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301638)

Don't underestimate the contribution the adult film industry has contributed to all sorts of video formats. According to Ron Jeremy, [] "People in porno have always been the leaders in new eras and new things--on tape, on CD. [...] ...Adult films have always been leading the way when it comes to technology."

Just think. If it wasn't for porno, we might not have the DVD format today. Just like porn was the pioneering format for VHS when it was first introduced. Kinda the reverse of the article's direction when you think about it... porn has probably had more of an impact on video formats than video formats have had on the film industry.

Re:Pr0n (2)

k_187 (61692) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301675)

of course, this was also the porn industry that was throwing its weight behind Divx (circut city). If memory serves there was a /. article about it, but I'm too lazy to look for it.

Re:Pr0n (1)

EvilBuu (145749) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301709)

Ironic that most of the porn you can get right now for free, in the illegal, usenet and filesharing way, is in Divx ;) or Divx4/5 encoded AVIs. I wonder if the adult film industry will ever side with the MPAA to cut down on its "losses" due to all the avis running around.

Of course there's always the one nimrod that encodes The Uranus Experiment in windows media 8. Ah well....

Re:Pr0n (1)

Daengbo (523424) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301741)

Ron Jeremy...? Good Choice! Quote the guy who sucks his own dick. If that's not credibility...

Re:Pr0n (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3301762)

You sir, are a flaming homo.

its all about money (2)

JDizzy (85499) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301644)

Yeah. The headline is correct... the directors, and producers are thinking about the DVD industry, specifically they are staring to forecast their revenues based on futures in the DVD market. In other words.. The producers are staring to budget in the DVD sales to the forecast profit to lure in investors. How do I know this, my uncle produced and directed his movie: "puppet master", a cheapo grade B movie. So anyways, my uncle tells me that future DVD sales can make of break a production in Hollywood. That is not so hard to believe, considering the fact that most movie productions don't recoup their cost of production. This is why the MPAA is so freakish about the CSS issue, and the cracking there of. I mean to say that DVD is a money making machine, and Producers would be negligent to not consider it when producing a movie.

Re:its all about money (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3301750)

Gee whiz, where are my mod points when I need them. This guy is the brainchild of Roger Ebert and Ralph Nader.

A project is never finished... (1)

Mumble01 (5809) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301649)

On the downside, DVDs allow perfectionist filmmakers the opportunity to keep tinkering with their creation, adding things here and deleting things there. I wouldn't be surprised if a filmmaker has already decided to shoot brand new extra footage exclusively for the DVD as a way to boost sales.

Director's comments (2, Interesting)

miahrogers (34176) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301651)

I think one of the greatest things about dvds is that the director can show you multiple ways to watch the same movie. Once you're done with a movie, if you really like it, you can listen to the director talk about how he made it. I did this for American Beauty [] .

Also more directors are able to put out the movie in wide screen, and I'm sure they love that. It's much more similar to the actual way we view things, and the film doesn't have to be "modified the film to fit your screen".

Anyways. Hooray for DVD.

Information about Pubic Lice (crabs) (-1, Troll)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3301659)

Pubic lice (pediculosis pubis or crab lice) are very tiny insects that infest the pubic hair and survive by feeding on human blood. These parasites are most often spread by sexual contact; in a few cases, they may be picked up through contact with infested bedding or clothing. An estimated 3 million people with new cases of the infestation are treated each year in the United States.

Symptoms. The primary symptom of infestation is itching in the pubic area. Scratching may spread the lice to other parts of the body; thus, every effort should be made to avoid touching the infected area, although this may be difficult.

Diagnosis. Pubic lice are diagnosed easily because they are visible to the naked eye. They are pinhead size, oval in shape, and grayish, but appear reddish-brown when full of blood from their host. Nits, the tiny white eggs, also are visible and usually are observed clinging to the base of pubic hair.

Treatment. Lotions and shampoos that will kill pubic lice are available both over the counter and by prescription (see our "hair" section). Creams or lotions containing lindane, a powerful pesticide, are most frequently prescribed for the treatment of pubic lice. Pregnant women may be advised not to use this drug, and a physician's recommendations for use in infants and small children should be followed carefully. Itching may persist even after the lice have been eradicated. This is because the skin has been irritated and requires time to heal. A soothing lotion such as calamine may offer temporary relief.

Prevention. All persons with whom an infested individual has come into close contact, including family and close friends as well as sex partners, should be treated to ensure that the lice have been eliminated. In addition, all clothing and bedding should be dry-cleaned or washed in very hot water (125 F), dried at a high setting, and ironed to rid them of any lice. Pubic lice die within 24 hours of being separated from the body. Because the eggs may live up to six days, it is important to apply the treatment for the full time recommended.

Memento edit! (5, Funny)

Nathdot (465087) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301662)

I'm gonna edit the Memento DVD so that it plays in correct chronological order and my idiot roommate can work out just what the fuck is going on!

My head hurts! What just happened then??? Who's John G? What the?! Who the?!

Here you go somewhere else and watch THIS version! Away with you!


Re:Memento edit! (4, Interesting)

Masem (1171) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301703)

I've heard that the R2 (or R4?) version of Memento does have an alternate chapter ordering as to run through the main plot in order (starting with the B&W calls in the hotel room, ending with the death of Teddy). Sure, it wrecks the way the narration and discussion of the problem and how it's built into Leonard's discoveries in the reverse order, and some of the revelations made in the movie (how not only were others using Leonard but he himself was), but there are thsoe that might want to see it that way to figure it out. And it wouldn't have taken up that much space on the current disc, so I'm surprised it's in an R2 edit but not R1.

Re:Memento edit! (1)

instinctdesign (534196) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301754)

Its not that hard, pretty much the sequence of events goes backwords... well, save some parts, and the action in each scene which goes in a linear fashion throughout the narrative that... erm, ow... /me grabs head in pain

film editing on dvd? (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3301665)

woo hoo! this will make porn 10 times better!

Big Deal (4, Interesting)

Dr. Spork (142693) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301671)

It seems to me that these interactive features are there to apologize for how terrible most movies are these days. It's like the studios are saying "sure, our directors and scriptwriters suck shit, but hey, you can "re-edit" the movie yourself and make it suck less." Pretty soon, movies will be so "interactive" that we will just periodically mail $10 to the MPAA, get some cameras and friends, film some footage, and edit it to our liking.

But seriously, I am happy that LOTR-FOTR is being released in a four-hour version. I really like the idea of DVD-directors cuts. I'm pretty confident FOTR would have made a lot more money if it had only been 2 hours long, because it could be shown five times a day per screen, rather than three. There is a lot of pressure on studios to avoid long movies. They want people to pay and free their seats as fast as possible. DVD releases are not under that same pressure, so I think we will see more "unshortened" versions of movies.

I hope that enough people buy the FOTR DVD for the extra footage that movie studios actually learn to always shoot extra scences (character-development, background explanations, and cheap stuff like that) that don't appear in the theater release, but show up on the DVD to drive up sales/rentals for people who loved the movie in the theater and want to see more. FOTR is one movie that definitely needs another hour or so to make it seem less rushed.

Re:Big Deal (1)

AaronMB (136741) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301715)

> I'm pretty confident FOTR would have made a lot more money if it had only been 2 hours long, because it could be shown five times a day per screen, rather than three.

Actually, the only thing that would have boosted all that much was first weekend sales(which in this stupid industry are a big deal :-P). More or less(probably slightly more) the same amount of people would have gone to see the movie itself, but they would have seen it on the opening weekend, or the weekend after that. The more times a movie gets played on opening weekend, the faster its sales fall off. As an example, Austin Powers 2 which was like 1:30 long, had(at my rinky-dink theatre) 5 showings a day on 2 screens. Suffice it to say, after the first 30 showings of opening weekend, most people who were going to see it saw it. The weekend immediately after, sales were not even 1/4 of what they were opening weekend, and the weekend after that were even more bleak. So in the end, FOTR probably would not have made much more money, it would have just made the same amount alot faster...

Phantom Edit 2001 (2, Interesting)

Rufus211 (221883) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301672)

According to the phantom edit forum [] (only thing I can get to right now, the site [] is down for "6 hours" right now) a new 2001 aka DC version (what's with the city names?) has been released. One person provided an ftp to download it from, but the ftp is dead. As someone who is just now hearing about this for the first time (and has too many SW-obsessed fans for friends) I'd be *very* interested in seeing this, or really any of the 3 (LA, NY, or DC) versions. Anyone out there have a mirror of any of them on a descent connection and be willing to share with the community or know of someplace we can get this from?

so much for the final cut (1)

kdogg765 (551482) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301683)

I for one think that this phenomenon is opening new possibilities for the filmmakers to tell their story. A director might be able to include on a DVD the version he or she wanted to create but could not do so within the confines of the major studios. The final cut is no longer the final cut.
However, I don't think that having the ability to "interactively" select a film rating is a good idea. The ratings system has already done much to stifle films tackling serious subjects. The NC-17 rating is a financial kiss of death. (perhaps not that extreme, but close). I fear that people would self-censor themselves in some kind of denial that serious subjects and issues and violence exist. Whenever I see a movie that has been censored, time compressed, cropped and edited for the masses on a television I am saddened that I am not seeing the whole movie the way it was supposed to be, and thus may not be getting the messages at all that the film was meant to convey but did not due to the cuts.
As high quality digital tools become available at lower and lower prices, the democratization of the filmmaking process will be interesting to watch to see what happens. DVD at least offers a way for the stories to be retold or restored to the way they were intended. I hope that trend will continue. Please no more censorship, we have enough already.

dental floss. (-1)

YourMissionForToday (556292) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301690)

You sully my soul

uh, sure (2)

joenobody (72202) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301691)

Watch a source invalidate himself: "Do you realize that in all of science-fiction literature they never predicted digital technology and how it would change our lives and our art?"

Yeah, I mean, it's not like William Gibson, Neal Stephenson or John Brunner wrote about digital technology. No, they just wrote about... er, computers changing society.

Re:uh, sure (2)

FreeUser (11483) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301737)

Yeah, I mean, it's not like William Gibson, Neal Stephenson or John Brunner wrote about digital technology. No, they just wrote about... er, computers changing society.

Or Star Trek for that matter ... or 2001 a space oddyssee ... or,

Oh wait, he means the Luddite inspired tripe Hollywood thinks of as Sci Fi. He's right, Hollywood Sci Fi isn't in a position to predict the Microwave prior to its being on the market and demanding some product placement, much less something as significant as computers and the internet.

Which is why those of us who are true Sci Fi fans have such disdain for the dreck Hollywood markets and labels as such. When I see Greg Egan's "Diaspora" in an unadulterated film format, maybe I'll gain some shred of respect for the media moghuls. In the meantime, most of 'em wouldn't know SciFi if it kicked them in the face.

Re:uh, sure (1)

p3d0 (42270) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301759)

Yeah, but these guys were, what, 5 years ahead of the curve? It's not like they invented the helicopter 500 years ago. People like Arthur C Clarke were decades ahead of their time in (seemingly) all areas except computers.

Its changed FOR THE WORSE (4, Insightful)

halo8 (445515) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301726)

DVD Format Changing Movie-making

Its changed the Movie Buying experiance all right.

THEN: I just went to blockbuster and grabbed a movie on VHS and bought it.

NOW: go on internet.. search sites.. Collecters Edition has X amount of footage, Directors Cut has Y amount of Footage and comments. the SuperBit version has Better footage but no Z and no Y. and of course finding a review that says EXACTLY what one has over the other is hard to find.
and obvisoly i go to the store and they dont have that version i wanted.

Copy Protection by Staying Too Big To Copy (2, Funny)

Mad Bad Rabbit (539142) | more than 12 years ago | (#3301760)

Hmmm. RIAA is currently unhappy that digital technology
(particularly broadband and P2P software) will soon make
it feasible to copy and download movies.

Solution: keep expanding the content of a typical movie
so the average viewer feels it's cheaper and easier to
just go buy it, rather than spend 10 hours downloading.
To quote an old MTV ad, "Too much is never enough".

So, a typical "movie" in 2010 might include 32 different
camera angle choices for each scene, dubs for most major
languages spoken on earth (complete with CG airbrushing
to resync the actors lips), etc. etc. etc.


newbie?? (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3301761)

Are you new to DVD's?
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