Uncle Orson Reviews Everything
May 16, 2010
Every Day Is Special
First appeared in print in The Rhinoceros Times
, Greensboro, NC.
Siphons, Robin Hood, Lost
Everybody knows what a siphon is. You have two containers of fluid, one
whose contents are at a higher level than the other. You connect the
containers with a tube full of fluid, and it will flow from the higher to the lower
until they balance (or the higher one is empty).
I saw it done several times as a kid, always to get gasoline from a car's tank
into a can that could be used to fill the tank of a lawnmower, motorcycle, or
another car. The tube was inserted into the full gas tank, and then the guy
would suck on the tube like a straw until gasoline came into his mouth.
Then he'd quickly put the flowing end of the tube into the target tank and hold
it there till it was full enough.
Meanwhile, he had gasoline in his mouth. Nowadays people have apparently
smartened up a little -- any amount of gasoline taken into the body is poison,
and I haven't seen it done in years.
Still, even though we all know what a siphon is, apparently we don't all know
why it works. I remember a smug teacher once asking us why we thought
siphoning worked. "Gravity," we said. "That's why water seeks the lowest
"No," said the teacher. "It's air pressure. The atmosphere presses on both
containers of water and pushes the liquid through the tube."
I remember sitting there puzzling about that. Wouldn't the air pressure on the
higher liquid be marginally less than the air pressure on the lower one? If it
were air pressure, wouldn't the fluid therefore flow up into the higher one?
Besides, air pressure, on an open container, is gravity. (Pressure inside a
closed container can be different from the ambient pressure -- thus tanks of
compressed air or liquid, airplanes that maintain higher cabin air pressure
than the atmosphere outside, and submarines that maintain lower pressure
inside than the water outside.)
But to prove it, the teacher showed us in the dictionary that the definition of a
siphon said atmospheric pressure was the force moving the liquid from one
container to the other.
Well, guess what? Dictionary definitions are made up by people doing their
best to explain the meaning of a word. And if they get it wrong, the error can
persist for decades.
That's because, once there's a perfectly good definition (or so you think), there's
no particular reason to write a new one. And if the definition is in the Oxford
English Dictionary -- the dictionary with the most authority of any in the
English langauge -- the definition is taken as gospel by later definition-writers
working on other dictionaries.
So the error about the meaning of siphon, introduced in 1911 in the Oxford
English Dictionary, has been reproduced faithfully for nearly a century.
Meanwhile, real scientists don't look in dictionaries for explanations of
scientific phenomena. So they never know where their students are getting
their absurd ideas.
Finally, an Australian physicist -- Stephen Hughes of the University of
Queensland -- noticed the discrepancy and cared enough to see how
widespread the error was. Said he, "An extensive check of online and offline
dictionaries did not reveal a single dictionary that correctly referred to gravity
being the operative force in a siphon."
He went on to explain, "It is gravity that moves the fluid in a siphon, with the
water in the longer downward arm pulling the water up the shorter arm."
When Hughes reported the error to the staff of the Oxford English Dictionary,
he was told that no one had ever questioned the definition in the century since
it was written!
Luckily, the dictionary's current update is at R, so a change in the definition of
siphon still has time to get into the next edition.
People misuse dictionaries all the time. It used to be that dictionaries
contained only the "correct" definition or pronunciation of a word. But in the
1950s lexicographers (people who make dictionaries) began using a value-neutral process, merely reporting how the language was being used.
Thus gross mispronunciations are reported as being just as valid as the correct
pronunciations -- so the furniture sales industry continues to speak of a
bedroom "suit" instead of "suite," as if the "e" were merely decorative, and the
accents of verb/noun pairs are converging on the noun accent (verb
"conTRACT" and noun "CONtract" now converging on "CONtract" so people say
"He CONtracted the disease" as if "he" had entered into a business relationship
Now, this is perfectly all right, as long as you don't care how you sound to
educated people. But those who learned the correct ("received") pronunciation
can't help but feel at least surprise, and usually a bit of contempt, for people
who regularly mispronounce perfectly ordinary words. It is especially irritating
in television and radio personalities, whose mispronunciations spread quickly
because so many people hear them.
(Though there are other people, like me, who rather admire individuals, not on
the air, who clearly learned a word only from reading it, and making their best
guess at pronunciation. This suggests that they grew up in a society that did
not use the word, and have bettered their vocabulary by reading alone. This is,
in my view, admirable.)
When it comes to definitions, however, the lexicographers are right. Words not
only shift in meaning, they should do so. Language bends to fit the needs of
those who speak it, and where a nuance -- or a whole new word -- is needed,
why not grab an existing word and make it fit?
But siphon was not a case of reporting a shift in meaning. Instead, it was an
attempt by a lexicographer to include in a definition a bit of information that is
not actually part of the definition at all! Siphon is used to mean the transfer of
liquid from one container to another by an enclosed tube, without regard to
why it works.
The why is a matter for science education, not dictionary definition, because
the word siphon is used for the process whether or not the person saying it has
a clue about how it works.
What do we learn from this? That dictionary definition writers are fallible
human beings, and just because a dictionary says something doesn't mean it's
Meanwhile, science often falls into the same trap as the definition-writers, of
relying on authority even when authority is ludicrously wrong. "We all thought
it worked this way, but now we realize it works another way entirely" -- how
many times has that sort of thing been said in the history of science?
Millions of times. Because that's what science looks like when it's working
properly: Better explanations constantly replace worse ones as we get more
data or better theoretical models.
And, however slowly, dictionaries work the same way. It only took a hundred
years to correct the error in the OED's definition of siphon.
Don't forget the showing of the final episode of Lost on the big screen at the
Carousel Theater on Sunday night! Festivities start at 7:00 p.m. with the recap
of the whole series to date, then continue with the actual final episode from
9:00 to 11:30 p.m.
The Carousel is helping the celebration by charging no admission for this
showing, and offering popcorn and drinks for the profit-killing low price of
$1.50 per item.
This is going to be the biggest Lost party in North Carolina. Our local ABC
affiliate is making it possible by allowing the broadcast (and they are also going
to contribute Lost-related prizes). But whether you get a prize or not, you get
to see the episode on a theater-sized screen (using the brightest projector) and
with theater-quality sound.
As for the quality of the episode itself, let's face it: After all these years,
no climax is going to feel completely satisfying. There have been rather silly
moments in the latest episodes -- the harsh American accent of the "mother" of
the warring twins Jacob and Smoke Monster, for instance, was a ludicrous
choice, and the mumbo-jumbo Jacob murmured before handing the cup of
enchanted water to Jack left us chuckling at the unintentional humor.
It's a problem when you raise expectations over several years, but at least the
Lost writers are doing a much better job than, say, the writers of The Matrix.
And give ABC credit for allowing them to choose an ending date for the series
so it can go out with a bang and not a whimper.
When I found Iron Man 2 more than a little disappointing, I consoled myself by
telling my family that the movie I was really excited about was the new Robin
Ever since Kevin Costner's botched-up Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves (directed
by Kevin Reynolds with weak-kneed screenplay by Pen Densham), I have been
wishing for a good Robin Hood movie.
The biggest problem with the Costner Robin Hood was that Kevin Costner
simply can't do swashbuckling heroics. His low-key acting style was flat wrong
for a supposedly charismatic leader -- who would follow him into battle? --
and Morgan Freeman made Costner's weaknesses all the more obvious because
he, as the implausible "Moor now living in England," did a much better job of
giving inspirational speeches.
Previous Robin Hoods have not aged well, in my opinion. The 1938 Michael
Curtiz-directed version, starring a perpetually enthusiastic Errol Flynn and
Olivia de Havilland, just feels silly to me and always has since I first saw it in
the 1950s. The best thing about it is Basil Rathbone as Sir Guy of Gisbourne
-- but Basil Rathbone as villain was often the best thing in any given movie.
It's just sad that the version of Robin Hood that is most faithful to the original
stories is the 1973 Disney animated feature with humanoid animals playing
all the characters. Though it is nice to hear great performers like Andy Devine,
Peter Ustinov, Terry-Thomas, and Roger Miller doing some of the voices.
The very best version of Robin Hood is actually a sequel. Robin and Marian
(1976), directed by Richard Lester with a script by James Goldman (who wrote
the brilliant The Lion in Winter), takes it for granted that everyone knows what
Robin Hood and his gang did in their youth as they lived in Sherwood Forest
and robbed from the rich to give to the poor.
Now, back from the Crusades, they don't quite know what to do with
themselves. Marian (Audrey Hepburn) is a nun now and has no time for
Robin; and Robin himself (Sean Connery) is a tired old soldier.
Despite the offbeat sequelish nature of the story, never have these parts been
played by a finer cast. Robert Shaw as the Sheriff of Nottingham, Richard
Harris as King Richard the Lionheart, Nicol Williamson as Little John,
Denholm Elliott as Will Scarlett, Ian Holm as King John, and Ronnie Barker
as Friar Tuck -- every part is played to perfection.
And this is arguably James Goldman's best script. Yes, the ending is tragic --
but it's also noble and romantic and beautiful. This is realistic heroism at its
best, and should be on anybody's list as one of the hundred best movies of all
time. It's certainly on mine.
But it still leaves one wishing for a great movie about the original story --
Robin Hood in his heyday. And since 1938's overacted, under-serious version,
that's the movie nobody has bothered to make.
So I thought -- fool that I was -- that the 2010 version of Robin Hood, starring
Russell Crowe and Cate Blanchett, with Ridley Scott directing, would finally
be that movie.
I could not have been more wrong. Because this has by far the worst script of
That's right -- Mel Brooks's satirical Robin Hood: Men in Tights did a better job
of telling a warm, moving, believable story.
The actors in this latest Robin Hood do a heroic job -- of trying to make this
stupid script mean something to us.
I hear that originally, the first version of the screenplay was trying to tell the
Robin Hood story from the point of view of the Sheriff of Nottingham. That's
actually a good idea. But the problem is Hollywood. You have to have an A-list
actor playing Robin Hood, and the moment that happens, the story has to be
about Robin Hood. The Sheriff-of-Nottingham movie could only be done as an
One of the reasons that Costner's Robin Hood stank up the screen was because
of the amount of time they wasted trying to tell the "true" story of Robin Hood,
identifying him with a purported Locksley of Locksley Hall. Ho hum.
But this movie apparently thought that Costner's version wasn't boring and
historically silly enough. So these writers -- including Brian Helgeland, who
should have known better -- tried to give it all kinds of medieval stink and
sweat, along with a historical context that is so surpassingly irrelevant that the
movie never actually seems to begin.
That's right, the movie ends where the actual story of Robin Hood and his
merry men in Sherwood Forest begins.
Or so I'm told. Because after 50 minutes, we walked out.
We might as well, we decided, since not only were some of us falling asleep, all
of us wanted to.
When a nap seems a better choice than the movie you're supposedly watching,
you might as well go home.
But in those 50 minutes of tedium and stupidity, the only thing I found
entertaining was the sheer madness of spending this much money and talent
creating nothing. Because this is a movie that kept beginning. Time after time,
we seemed to be starting over, and yet none of the storylines amounted to
Lady Marian Loxley has her grain stolen, and can't get the local priest to
release any grain from his granary so they can plant anything this year. (An
absolutely stupid idea since [a] even corrupt medieval priests knew that having
the local gentry unable to plant grain for the coming year would cut into the
church's portion, and [b] the priest in that parish was almost certainly
appointed by Lady Marian herself or some other secular official to whom she
could have appealed, successfully, for relief.)
Meanwhile, we get to watch a deliberately de-heroicized King Richard die (as he
died) of an arrow shot from the wall of a castle he was besieging. (But
Richard's relationship to his men, his antics and conversations, and even the
historical circumstances of the battle -- it had nothing to do with the Crusades
-- were ludicrously wrong.)
We see an absurd conversation between Eleanor of Aquitaine and Prince John,
saying words they could never have said and depicting a relationship they
never had, not a speck of which was relevant to any storyline in the movie; not
to mention the fact that most modern moviegoers have no idea who either
character was in history, and the scene did nothing to help them.
We also watch Robin (Russell Crowe) doing con-man tricks with three cups and
a ball -- only his game turns out to be "honest." (There is no point to the game
if it isn't a con.) Yet after he proves to his challenger that he did not cheat,
Robin attacks the man! Why? Is he really that stupid? Yes! Yes, he is!
This is how stupid Robin is. After they happen upon the scene of an ambush,
where the crown of the late King Richard is up for grabs, Robin actually
suggests that he and his band of merry archers should mount the horses of the
knights who were slain, wear their armor, and pass themselves off as knights!
Thus we learn that Brian Helgeland, who wrote A Knight's Tale, has managed
to base his career on medieval movies while not understanding even the tiniest
fact about actual medieval life.
Anyone with eyes could have seen that archers were not knights. The massive
shoulder muscles, the callused fingers, the complete inability to ride a horse or
wield a sword or lance -- these would have been dead giveaways.
Then, the moment they opened their mouths to speak, the charade would have
been over, because the armiger class in England at that time spoke Norman
French amongst themselves, while the archer class spoke "English" (what we
would call Middle English).
Obviously some archers could understand enough French to get by, and many
-- or most -- knights from England itself could speak enough English to give
orders to the locals; but the fact remains that unless these archers were fluent
in the Norman French of the upper classes in England, they could not pass
themselves off as any kind of knights, especially not the kind of knight who
would be entrusted with the crown of the dead king.
But what do you expect from writers who have a (pointless) scene between a
French-speaker and an English-speaker, where the language barrier is first
made a big deal of and then dropped completely, in which both speakers, in the
real world, would have spoken only French.
Apparently these poor writers didn't realize that the kings of England at that
time derived most of their income and power from their holdings in France, and
spent most of their time there. It would be another hundred and fifty years
before English became the primary language of the kings of England.
OK, I get it -- ignorant as the writers were, the audience is at least as
unknowledgeable about English history. What actually kills this movie is that
there is no character who is presented as admirable or even remotely sensible;
none whose motivations we can understand, let alone sympathize with. There
is no storyline that seems to be going anywhere.
There is a brief moment when Robin refers to his own upbringing, and as our
16-year-old said after we walked out, "That was the only story that sounded
interesting at all. Why didn't they make a movie about that?"
I have heard from some people who rather liked the movie -- pretty much the
way a lot of us rather liked Iron Man 2 -- it wasn't much of a story, but there
was lots of action and some pretty good acting.
But the story of Robin Hood is a legend. An authentic one, passed down for
generations. It's a story, for pete's sake, and yet nobody since the Disney
cartoon animal version has even tried to tell it!
Wait. I take that back. The Liam Neeson-starring Rob Roy actually came
closer to telling the authentic Robin-Hood story than any of the films under
that actual name. Though Neeson suffers from the same inability to be heroic
as Kevin Costner, the cast was otherwise almost as brilliant as the Robin and
Marian cast (Tim Roth as the villainous swordsman, and Jessica Lange, John
Hurt, Eric Stoltz, Brian Cox, and Brian McCardie in other important roles).
So here's my advice. Unless you regard movies as nothing more than an
excuse to stare at bright pictures while imbibing salt and fat in the form of
popcorn and high-fructose corn syrup in the form of giant vats of soda pop,
don't bother seeing this miserable excuse of a Robin Hood.
Pop your own popcorn and crack open cans of your own soda pop at home,
while watching the brilliant Robin and Marian, the pretty darn good Rob Roy,
the mostly funny Robin Hood: Men in Tights, or the adequate Disney animated
Robin Hood with talking animals wearing clothes. Or even amuse yourself with
the pathologically enthusiastic ham performance of Errol Flynn in the 1938
version. Every one of these is better than the current travesty.
Meanwhile, I think it's time that someone who actually knows history and
understands storytelling wrote a script for a real Robin Hood that would give us
the experience that made this an enduring legend.
Every Day Is Special
First appeared in print in The Rhinoceros Times
, Greensboro, NC.
Thursday, May 20 -- Flying Solo Day
On this day in 1927, Charles Lindbergh left Long Island, NY, in the airplane The Spirit
of St. Louis, and landed in Paris the next day, completing the first solo flight across the Atlantic.
Exactly five years later (1932), Amelia Earhart left Newfoundland and landed in Ireland after a
flight of 13 hours and 30 minutes, becoming the first woman to fly solo across the Atlantic.
In 1768 in Guilford County, North Carolina, Dolly (or Dolley) Payne Todd was born.
She grew up to marry Virginian James Madison, who was elected President in 1808, making her
First Lady. During the War of 1812, as the British approached (they would eventually capture
and burn the White House), she wrote to her sister, Anna: "French John [a faithful servant], with
his usual activity and resolution, offers to spike the cannon at the gate, and lay a train of powder,
which would blow up the British, should they enter the house. To the last proposition I positively
object, without being able to make him understand why all advantages in war may not be taken."
She delayed her flight from the White House to rescue some valuables and papers, including
Gilbert Stuart's famous portrait of George Washington.
James Maitland "Jimmy" Stewart was born on this date in 1908. Perhaps the most
beloved actor of all time, he starred in many comedies, including such favorites as The Shop
Around the Corner, Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, You Can't Take It With You, and It's a
Wonderful Life. After noteworthy service in the Air Force during World War II, he starred in
darker movies like Rope, Winchester '73, Vertigo, Rear Window, Shenandoah, and The Flight of
the Phoenix, as well as more light-hearted films like Harvey and Bell, Book, and Candle.
Friday, May 21 -- Save a Life Day
The American Red Cross was founded in 1881.
Saturday, May 22 -- Talk Show Day
Johnny Carson's final Tonight Show aired on this date in 1992. No one before or since
has been such a master of monologue, sketch, and chat; the famous late-night "wars" between
Jay Leno and David Letterman, and then between Jay Leno and Conan O'Brien, are mice
fighting over crumbs spilled by the true master of the form. The only two talk-show hosts who
have come at all close to Carson are Ellen deGeneres during daytime and Craig Ferguson at
Sunday, May 23 -- World Turtle Day
American Tortoise Rescue suggests that you can help save turtles by not racing them,
not running over them with your car, not keeping them as pets, not bothering them in their native
habitat, not shining bright lights on the beach at night, and not polluting. I would also appreciate
it if you would follow these same rules in regard to me.
Great swing singer Rosemary Clooney was born on this day in 1928 in Maysville,
Kentucky. Her warm voice made her a pop star, and she continued to record brilliantly even
when age limited her range. You can see her in White Christmas and read about her life in Girl
Monday, May 24 -- Text Message Day
The first electric telegraph line, between Baltimore and Washington, D.C., was opened
by Samuel Morse on this day in 1844. The first official telegraphed text message was "What
hath God wrought?" The second was not "r u free 2nite?" (The word "telegraph" was already
used for semaphore signals relayed from tower to tower in order to send messages long
75th anniversary of the night game. Baseball was first played under lights when the
Cincinnati Reds defeated the Philadelphia Phillies at Crosley Field in Cincinnati.
Tuesday, May 25 -- National Tap Dance Day
On this day in 1787, delegates from seven states formed a quorum and began
deliberations at the Constitutional Convention in Philadelphia. Among those in attendance:
George Washington, Benjamin Franklin, James Madison, Alexander Hamilton.
Wednesday, May 26
Birthdays: Al Jolson (1886; original name Asa Yoelson), the wildly popular vaudeville
singer whose words "You ain't seen nothin' yet" in The Jazz Singer in 1927 were heard by so
many movie-goers that it was clear talking pictures were here to stay.
Peggy Lee (1920), the sultry, smoky-voiced jazz singer whose biggest hits were "Fever"
and "Is That All There Is?" Most people know her best from her performance in Disney's Lady
and the Tramp, all of whose songs she co-wrote with her friend and colleague Francis "Sonny"
John Wayne (1907), slow-talking star of so many westerns it's easier to list the ones he
wasn't in. An icon for traditional American manliness, he won the Oscar for Best Actor in True
Grit for sentimental reasons. It was not his best performance, and it deprived Peter O'Toole of
another well-earned award -- and it's not as if Wayne needed an Oscar to cement his place in
American cultural history.