Although, it is true that you cannot buy or sell Ferrets in California, you can infact own them and keep them. It a very weird and stupid law, but its true. You can go to most any general pet store and buy supplies for Ferrets, but you must do your purchasing out of state. Very dumb- makes no sense, but it is California. 
Untrue. Just because there’s no friction, that doesn’t mean there’s no inertia or momentum. If you’re travelling in a certain direction at 5 mph, and only have enough fuel to decelerate yourself by 3 mph, you’re still travelling away from your target.
Remember, just because a movie is “bad” doesn’t necessarily mean it’s full o’ holes…
Whatever. The average high in Sydney for the month of September is 69F (20C) with lows of 50F. Certainly not hot enough for such a system. The characters in the novel were complaining about temperatures of around 100F, a full 30 degrees above average. Certainly this could happen on some given day but it’s way too unlikely for a cooling system to be installed.
Currently, the importation of ferrets into California is only legal by permit and those permits are issued for specific purposes, such as for medical research or for transportation of confiscated ferrets or rescued stray ones out of state. Importation and possession of ferrets as pets are not permitted in California.
Although you are right about the other stuff, this statement can be countered with one line from that movie: “That DNA looks human”
No, because Connery comments that he remembers the pattern to the flaming jet things but will have to reverse the pattern to get through it. THEN he goes to the door that locks from the inside to let the Navy Seals in. That isn’t to say that the door locked from the inside when Connery was imprisoned there. When he returned with the Seals, it’s plausible that the door was locked with something like a Master lock or a piece of wood…
Of course, what purpose did the flaming jets serve and why were they still functional after Alcatraz had been decommissioned for years?
They should really remove that from the current Alcatraz tours - we lose more visitors that way… 
More fun with computers:
• Goldeneye. You can trace any computer in the world by “sending spike” - including the CIA. This program also includes an avatar of one of those wharf artist’s renderings of the bad guy’s smiling head.
• Swordfish. Any laptop can be used to break encrypted banking systems in 30 seconds if you know what you’re doing. Especially while you’re getting head at the same time.
• War Games. Let’s just say the whole movie. This covers using a soda tab to get a pay phone dial tone to having NORAD’s main control room monitors hooked up to the same tiny voice-synthesizer box that was in Matthew Broderick’s room (hooked up to a stereo it seemed) to having Joshua break a high-level password one character at a time.
I’m glad I’m not the only one who heard that and immediatly went “WTF?”
I havn’t seen the movie in years, but you used to be able to get free phone calls with a paper clip. The trick hasn’t worked since the ‘fortress’ phones… so, hm, '88 or so.
You poke one end through the mouthpiece and the other through a little hole on the phone body, presto, dial tone.
Really? I don’t guess there’d be a Cite for that, but I do remember trying to get this to work after seeing the movie to no avail.
I remember the paperclip trick. It was shown to me in 1985 or thereabouts.
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I thought it was just that he was The One and could not die, then. Trinity was just talking.
That’s not as bad as the idea of hunting an army of ground-dwelling insects with nothing more than infantry. They aren’t even really mobile infantry - they have no ground vehicles, tanks, and we saw exactly two planes in the whole film.
And how exactly did giant bugs on a planet in another system ever learn how to hurl huge boulders through millions of light years of unoccupied space at Earth, and what was their motivation?
We used to do that. With some phones it required the use of a flexible metal strip, similar to one from a canned ham.
I’m not arguing that The Patriot was a great movie or anything, but… Gibson’s character is loosely based on Colonel Francis Marion, aka “The Swamp Fox” of South Carolina.
Encarta (http://encarta.msn.com/encyclopedia_761558037/Swamp_Fox_The:_Francis_Marion_the_swamp_fox.html) says Marion “organized a small force of poorly equipped men, training them in guerrilla tactics. Living off the land, Marion and his men harassed British troops by staging small surprise attacks in which they captured small groups of British soldiers, sabotaged communication and supply lines, and rescued American prisoners. After these attacks Marion withdrew his men to swamp country unfamiliar to the British. Colonel Banastre Tarleton, a British commander, gave Marion his nickname when he complained that it was impossible to catch the “swamp fox.” Near the end of the war, Marion and American General Nathanael Greene joined forces. In 1781 they successfully fought at the Battle of Eutaw Springs and forced the British retreat to North Carolina.”
No mention of Marion partying on a beach with his dead wife’s babe of a sister. Other than that, this sounds a lot like the movie I saw…
Still not a plot hole… 'cuz the plot wasn’t really all that dependent on that scene…
Armageddon:: Funny how during the Cold War NASA and the Soviet Union’s Space Agency found time to make MIR’s access hatches compatible with the brand-new shuttles (X-71, if memory serves) that NASA was yet to start designing, more less actually constructing the prototype.
Goldeneye: James Bond diving after a plane fallen off a cliff and, gravity not withstanding, catching up with it (and even managing to land in the cockpit!). So lame, is was actually quite funny.
From a long post of mine on another thread:
"OK, now. Imagine, if you will, a dude lying dormant on his jacking-chair thingy; neurologically hooked to a computer-simulated version of reality (let’s call it The Matrix, shall we?). His body has the potential to feel any physical stimuli effected upon it (a piano falling over his testicular area, the gentle swing of Pepé Le Pew’s tail approaching the nasal region, a woman’s Kiss, whatever). But, if proper stimuli is neglected, the body can switch off from the brain, allowing for the latter to be easily tricked into accepting at face value ideas offered by the stealthy simulation, while at the same time unwittingly disdaining (failing to recognize) the body that houses it, as well as any physical surroundings.
To accentuate this fact, imagine that dude-in-question’s body has forever resided in a lifeless pod, devoid of any physical stimuli and thus without a clear parameter to discern a real, physical stimulus from a virtual, mental one. It is then plausible, make that reasonable and expectable, that the mind would favor the dream / simulation (world of ideas) over the real (physical world).
Lacking an objective reference frame to make out the line dividing real from fake and, more importantly, having always received solely conceptual stimuli (world of the Matrix), as opposed to physical perceptions (try living the whole of your life in a pod, basically isolated from any physical interaction), what scenario will the brain accept: One from which it receives actual feedback (imaginary universe posited by the Matrix), or one with which it can not interact (corporeal manifestation sensorially isolated from its surroundings)?
Let´s now board our time machine and go back to the baby battery’s birth. With his infant mind still at a tabula rasa stage, the brain gets plugged to the Matrix simulation, effectively superimposing its “reality” over that of the surrounding world. Concurrently, disengage the body from any interaction with its surroundings, preventing any awareness of its environmental neighborhood from arising.
What would you get? A profound disconnect between body and brain, corpus and cerebrum divorced one from the other (think Dubya). As the mind develops, it will accept the Matrix “reality” it was always fed, as opposed to the physical reality it was unwittingly forced to renounce since the beginning. Reasonable enough, n’est-ce pas?
All righty then, try being a good sport and assume this dude (let’s call him Neo) is actually a gifted being with a superior perception (perhaps he was born with a high midiclorian count). Anyway, try accepting the “Splinter in the mind” Theory. Proceed to account for the training he received being partly responsible for the development of his ability to see beyond the Matrix.
So, you got a man who, for lack of better options, accepts the paradigm he’s enveloped in, yet due to training and an innate / fortuitous superior perception, does so with a grain of salt (think of Drew Barrymore marrying Tom Green: She could sense something was amiss; it just took a while for her to figure it out).
Enter Lady Trinity. Have her kiss Neo. Free your mind from preexisting connotations of such an event (unbridled display of passion, emotional manisfestation of idyllic love, hormonally charged outburst, what have you). See the kiss for what it is: A physical stimulus.
Recall now that Neo is at a stage where he does NOT FULLY accept the “reality” offered by your friendly neighborhood, The Matrix. This physical stimulus, aka kiss, is felt and interpreted by his highly-attuned brain as a sensation external to The Matrix, arising then uncertainty as to the Matrix-postulated scenario’s veracity (contrast this with a regular guy, who could have had Trinity lap-dance on him, and still remain oblivious to that fact :eek: ).
At this point, The Matrix is essentially telling his brain that he’s dead (a reasonable inference to be made after having Agent Elrond empty his gun at his chest), while simultaneously he is somehow perceiving something…while being dead!!! Huh?!? Place yourself in Neo’s Nikes: If I’m so dead, how come I’m getting the distinct feeling of Trinity’s flaming lips gracefully pressing against my mouth? If I was terminated, where did this huge boner come from? 
Could it possibly be that The Matrix is a lie…that there lies something outside of its realm? I’ll let you fill out the rest.
Anyhoo, my main beef with the movie was not The Kiss, dressed in its deux ex machina disguise, coming in its pink flying unicorn to save the day. Not by a long shot. But I did have one complaint that prevented The Matrix from achieving cinematic bliss: Trinity. As in, why in Yoda´s name wasn’t she played by Jennifer Conelly?
She´s not only perfect, but she would have been even more ideal for the role, being that she encompasses the triumvirate of traits that define feminine perfection: Beauty, intelligence and natural, hypnotical sexiness. A Holy Trinity if there ever was any!"
Or, more simply, **there wasn`t any love story involved in Neo’s resuscitation **.
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