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The Notebook: MacBook Pro
I got my wish. After five years deliberating on whether I should buy an Apple portable computer, I got to try out a MacBook Pro this week. I have been coveting the portable size and sleek design of Apple notebooks since my days in Paris, when D and I used to shop at Surcouf and Fnac. If PowerBooks ran Windows back then – and if they were cheaper – I probably would have bought one. Here are my first impressions after a few days playing around with the high-end Apple portable computer.
Design. The MacBook Pro looks great. I like the matte aluminum finish and the keyboard, which lights up when the lights dim. The big widescreen is great for watching films but it makes the computer less portable.
I am also a fan of the magnetic power adapter that, if yanked, detaches effortlessly so the computer doesn’t topple. I have done it before. I almost yanked my computer off the coffee table last year after tripping over the power cord. And when I work on the sofa, our dog will invariably sit on the cord, putting a strain on the physical connection. Magnetic connections should be an option for all notebooks.
Noise/Heat. The MacBook Pro is one hot machine. Literally. It heats up quickly and gets very uncomfortable my lap, which is my preferred work surface for notebook computing. How come they didn’t mention this in any of the commercials? What’s more, the The fan inside the computer makes a loud, humming noise that makes you think the computer is overheating. Perhaps I’ll become oblivious to the noise over time, but for now it’s distracting, especially compared to my quiet Toshiba Satellite.
The MacBook Pro is, nonetheless, a powerful machine and the heat and humming do not seem to hinder its performance. Now if only I could locate the butteon to disactivate the WiFi…
Norbit
Last night, we sat through Norbit, the story of the failed marriage between meek, scrawny and eager-to-please title character Norbit (Eddie Murphy) and his huge, hateful and harpy wife (Eddie Murphy), who keeps throwing him through walls and windows. The film’s dreadful caricatures, which include pimps wearing purple suits and an Asian Chinese restaurant/orphanage owner, chronicle the doomed marriage through farts and fat jokes that are deliberately in poor taste.
Some of the jokes you can see coming a mile away: in one sequence, the plump wife vehemently denies sneaking a slice of cake, despite the crumby evidence around her mouth. I appreciated the wife’s trendy hairstyles and her morning face and at least two jokes made me smile.
Apocalypto
"You must admit that he has a penchant for gore," I say to D of director Mel Gibson as the closing credits roll, and as he starts to skim through the special features on the dvd of Apocalypto. D counters that the violence in the film is not gratuitous (my brain reprocesses images of a beating Mayan heart being extracted without anesthesia) and does not detract from the film’s message (Maya’s demise and a bloody jungle pursuit). Okay, I admit that D was right when he cut my post-film rant short by stating that I let my disappointment with The Passion of the Christ cloud my opinion of Apocalypto.
Indeed, once I got over the bloody and brutal violence – pillaging, impaling, and beheadings – and the brutish villains scowling and relishing torture, I found Apocalypto entertaining. I just can’t believe this film got the same rating as Amelie Poulain.