Monthly Archive for March, 2007

Murder, match-fixing and heartbreak

Behind you! Bob Woolmer calls a time-out in the nets at Lord's, September 1, 2006© Getty Images . Michael Vaughan, at a press conference ahead of England’s final pool match against Kenya (today’s Guardian):

Do I think the problem persists? That is a hard question,“ he said, ”and if I’m honest I have to say yes, maybe it does go on. I have never experienced it within any of my teams or with any player I’ve played with or against but my gut feeling is that there is still something going on in the game. Nothing specific but just bad things that I’ve seen with certain passages of play or games that look slightly unusual. My gut feeling, and this is a huge statement I know, is that it is very hard to clear the whole world of cricket of it.

Mike Selvey comments:

…for me there still lurks doubt that all is not well in every case - nothing to put your finger on, but as with Vaughan just a nagging notion that all is not entirely well for no better reason than the pessimistic one that it can’t be - and I just wonder now how much that impacts on spectators and followers of the game now. Here is an analogy. There was once no finer sight in sport than an Olympic 100metres final. I’ve never seen one live but my father went to Rome in 1960 and told me of how the German sprinter Armin Hary outstripped the favoured Americans to take the title. Today, is there anyone who watches the event without regarding it as having about as much probity as World Federation Wrestling? It is a novelty show, which of course does a total disservice to those athletes who are determined to play the sport clean.

Cynics suspect malpractice everywhere, so even excellence through genuine endeavour alone, particularly if it involves improvement beyond the norm, is regarded with suspicion. But the consensus surrounding athletes and drugs seems to be that improved testing procedures have not eradicated the problem but merely has led to more sophisticated masking techniques. Our “gut instinct” tells us no longer to believe the evidence of our eyes.

And so it is with cricket and match fixing. The ACSU can scrutinise their matches all they like and monitor betting patterns on the subcontinent. These are skilled people with strong forensic backgrounds. But they are not cricketers. it takes a Vaughan, with what he calls his “gut instinct” but which in reality is accumulated intelligence, to spot the counterfeit coin amongst the stack of change.

I’m sitting here with tears in my eyes, and it’s not just because of the rotten cold that has confined me to quarters for the duration. This year New Zealand look like genuine contenders and the upsets have removed a few of our usual stumbling blocks (Pakistan have turfed us out twice in the last four tournaments). As I said to Jeremy Anderson yesterday, we look increasingly like possible winners this time around but the shadow cast by Woolmer’s murder means it will probably be a hollow victory and that’s a crying shame.

Review: Miss Potter and three more …

Miss Potter posterFavourite children’s author Beatrix Potter takes her turn for a silver-screen biopic this week in Miss Potter. Renée Zellweger plays Potter with the help of her finely-honed English accent and her little acting friends “Squinty” and “Pouty”.

Potter is an unmarried daughter of upper-class parents with a personality disorder (my own diagnosis) that means she talks to the twee little painted woodland folk who populate her books. Unexpectedly, she falls for Ewan McGregor (Is he a descendant of Old Mr McGregor who chases Peter Rabbit around the vegetable patch? That would be nice…). Tragedy intervenes, she bounces back, and that’s about it really.

The Descent posterNeil Marshall’s brilliantly effective low-budget horror The Descent first played in Wellington at Ant Timpson’s V Movie Marathon in 2005 and I hope it hasn’t had a different ending added or anything like that, because I’m going to recommend it on the basis of the dim memory of that screening. A group of women go on a caving expedition beneath the remote Appalachian mountains. This turns out to be a bad idea as some very nasty things live in those caves. You will jump and you will jump more than once, trust me.

Freedom Writers posterEvery generation seems to get a film like Freedom Writers, where an idealistic young teacher goes to the ghetto (or the ‘Hood) and gets the young gang-bangers to stop the hurtin’ with the help of basketball, rap, ballroom dancing or (in this case) essay writing. I’m teasing here, because Freedom Writers is actually a very good film despite its cookie-cutter premise. Solidly directed by Richard LaGravenese from his own screenplay and featuring a geeky performance from Hilary Swank as naive, whitebread, teacher Erin Gruwell, Freedom Writers is based on the kids own published works and is all the better for letting their voices stand front and center.

The Good German posterThe Good German by Steven Soderbergh is a worthy, but ultimately failed, experiment in recreating the classic Hollyowood noir of the 1940’s, using the same cinematic techniques - and even the same equipment. Inspired by The Third Man, Casablanca and countless others, the film drops us into broken post-war Berlin just before the Potsdam Conference seals the divide between East and West for the next 45 years.

George Clooney plays war correspondent Jake Geismar, ostensibly in Berlin to cover the conference but really trying to find a former lover (Cate Blanchett). Of course, in a city of nearly three million people she turns out to be bonking his driver (Tobey Maguire). All the American characters, except for Maguire, have German sounding names which is probably artistically important but I didn’t care enough to think any more about it.

Printed in Wellington’s Capital Times on Wednesday 21 March, 2007.

Somebody who may or may not be Craig McMillan blogging from what may or may not be the Caribbean

Somebody who may or may not be Craig McMillan blogging from what may or may not be the Caribbean:

I brought it up with the team this morning over Weet-Bix. The lads agreed that we’ve got a job to do as ambassadors as well. There was such a positive buzz about the idea of donating some of our practice bats, and Baz McCullum has pledged one of his iPods. When Flem was reading to us the other night, the one that stuck in my mind was ‘Happiness is a way of travel, not a destination’.