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 I took a chance on one of the summer movies at the $1 cinema: Takers.  I walked in because of Matt Dillon....but I ended up walking out.  It wasn't so much the movie per se, which delivered what was  promised.  It was the sound editing.  It used a structural device that's been around a decade or so (almost a cliché, used in every third horror movie.)   The whole soundscape had at its base an  electronic rumble: bass amp distortions.  The rumble would vary in pitch, intensity, etc., but never completely disappear.  Both soundtrack & dialog were laid on top, emerging from the rumble.   This constant humming had lots of high frequencies.  At a certain point my ears couldn't take it anymore.
 
 
 I started reading a book of essays on Einstein.  Even though it is for lay readers, I still find myself rereading paragraphs.  I wish I understood sentences like this: General relativity, the theory that explains...the accuracy of satellite GPS.
 
 
 More NYr catch-up, including David Remnick's amusing review of Keith Richards' Life.
 
 
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