Posted today by Badass Digest‘s Devin Faraci, this Alfred Hitchcock cook-book short is a graduation project from students at the University of Applied Sciences and Arts in Hannover, Germany.

I’ve finally figured out what the big deal is with Dolby Surround 7.1, which is not new and has actually been installed in some 2100 theatres. But until tonight I didn’t fully understand what makes this sound system a distinctive development. The ins and outs were discussed this evening by several sound specialists at a Dolby headquarters seminar in San Francisco, but I didn’t really get it until I spoke to Dolby marketing manager Stuart Bowling after it ended.

At this evening’s Dolby Labs seminar on Dolby 7.1 Surround: (l. to r.) Eric Brevig, Skywalker Sound’s Michael Semanick, Transformers 3/Tree of Life sound designer Eric Aadahl, director-producer Rohan Sippy, sound designer Kinson Tsang, and (far right) Stuart Bowling, Dolby Laboratories technical marketing manager.

So here’s the shot in layman’s terms. Dolby Surround 7.1 basically delivers super-clear, highly immersive sound from four discreet sound “zones” — front, left, right and rear. But that’s what Dolby 5.1 delivered, right? No, there’s a difference. To really hear all four channels with Dolby 5.1 you had to sit in a theatre’s “sweet spot,” which is more or less dead center. Dolby 7.1 delivers loud and distinct super-quad sound in almost any section in the theatre. You don’t need to be in a sweet spot to really hear it. So there you go. That’s the thing.**

Early this evening Dolby management and publicists hosted an elegant dinner on the third floor of company’s headquarters on Potrero Street. I arrived a bit late due to my Burbank-to SFO plane being delayed by fog. The seminar, an agreeably informative thing, lasted for a couple of hours. The panelists were Eric Brevig, Skywalker Sound’s Michael Semanick, Transformers 3/Tree of Life sound designer Eric Aadahl, director-producer Rohan Sippy, sound designer Kinson Tsang, and moderator Stuart Bowling, Dolby Laboratories’ technical marketing honcho.

I asked a question about how everyone at sound seminars always talks about creating big, loud soundtracks for big tentpole blockbusters while I prefer subtle, more human-level sounds, and that the world of aural cinema (including the realm of Dolby Surround 7.1) is far too vast and delicate and all-encompassing for seminars like this one to focus only on the sounds of explosions, blam-blams, face-punchings, rib-punchings, gunfire, helicopter blades, and blah, blah.

There’s a breakfast tomorrow morning from 8 am to 9 am, and then Ioan Allen‘s “The Egg Show” (i.e., some kind of instructive lecture about the history of sound design) and then a lunch and bunch of other seminars and screenings of Legend of the Fist: The Return of Chen Zhen and Dum Maaro Dum and then a cocktail party from 8 pm to 10pm and so on. A very full day.

** Dolby Surround 7.1 is also savorable through Bluray and other non-theatrical modes with the same four-channel discretion.

Dolby technical marketing manager Stuart Bowling, a.k.a. “Answer Man.”

A day or so ago a New York Post photographer captured Al Pacino in one of his Phil Spector guises in the currently-rolling HBO biopic of the now-imprisoned music producer, which David Mamet is directing. Spector wore a big moustache and long, side-combed frizzy hair in the ’70s or early ’80s, so that seems to be the inspiration. Except Al’s hair isn’t frizzy. Get it right, fellas. It’s not hard.

(l.) Pacino as Spector; (center) Spector with moustache and frizzy hair in the ’70s; (r.) courtroom Spector.

ESPN’s Colin Cowherd recently spoke to Chris Pratt about Bennett Miller’s Moneyball (Columbia, 9.23), in which Pratt costars. Pratt has seen the film and not surprisingly speaks highly of it. But what he says lines up with a review/description that I posted last March.

“If you liked the book you’re going to love the movie,” Pratt says. “If you love baseball you’re going to love the movie. It’s different than what you [might] expect from a baseball movie. It’s a great movie [and] really authentic to the sport. But it’s not a ‘baseball movie.’ It’s not Major League or Angels in the Outfield. There are funny moments but it’s not a comedy. It’s an in-depth character piece.”

Thanks to Ty Landis for the heads-up.

Awards Daily‘s Sasha Stone and I recorded Oscar Poker #40 late yesterday afternoon. We discussed the ongoing melodrama of LexG for a little bit and what happens when drinking ends and begins again. (Sasha: “If you’re listening, Lex, put down that beer.”) And Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 2. Here’s a non-iTunes, stand-alone link.

The characters, dialogue, pacing, framing and cutting are all standard-issue Spielberg-Jackson stuff, but the digitally reconstituted water is, I feel, exceptional. Especially the crashing waves. H20 is very hard to get right, or so I’m told.

Why am I sensing hyperventilating, hopping-up-and-down excitement levels about Spike Lee signing to direct an Oldboy remake? Sounds like a very good thing, okay, but don’t have a cow about it. The big news will be the casting of the lead.

I’m sorry but the atmosphere inside the once-exclusive and high-toned Beverly Wilshire hotel, which I visited last weekend, is like that of a shopping mall in Riyadh. Like much of Beverly Hills itself, it’s been overrun by nouveau-riche Middle Eastern families. They’re staying there for the social-statement and luxury factors, of course, but their presence, no offense, seems to de-luxurize the place.

Groups of loudly chattering women in black hijabs, rich kids running around in loud T-shirts, overdressed Eurotrash guys in their 30s with cream-colored suits with bling and tall blonde trophy girlfriends, Baby Huey-sized Arab tweens and teens hanging out in basketball shorts and sneakers, sleazy-sounding disco music emanating from the first-floor bar, etc.

It’s quite a different establishment than it was in the ’90s, let alone the ’70s or ’80s. I used to walk into the Beverly Wilshire lobby and say to myself, “Ah, yes…a touch of class. A hushed sense of refinement. Only the best people.” No longer.

My flight to San Francisco and the Dolby Surround 7.1 hoo-hah event leaves from Burbank at 1:45 pm, so that’s it for now. For the first (and probably only) time in my life I’ll be staying at the Mark Hopkins hotel on Nob Hill, which was used as a setting in Bullitt and Kiss Them For Me and (I think) two or three other films. Question to publicist: “Does the Hopkins have a shuttle from SFO to the city? Or should I take a BART train?” Publicist: “Take a cab.”

The last and final Harry Potter film, as I noted in yesterday’s review, concludes the franchise on a note of high absorption and respectability. Good for that. I’m posting this 7.8 assemblage because one of the most affecting moments in Deathly Hallows 2 is a shot of Daniel Radcliffe‘s Harry at age 11 (or whatever he was when the series began production a little more than ten years ago). At the time he seemed nine or ten, at most.

It’s rare for a LQTM type like myself to laugh out loud, but N.Y. Post film critic Kyle Smith‘s 7.8 account of his dealings with Virginia-based publicists Keith Appell and Peter Robbio (whose firm, Creative Response Concepts, is conservative-friendly) provided an exception. Robbio-Appell didn’t allow Smith to attend a press screening of The Undefeated, the pro-Sarah Palin doc, because they’d invited his colleague, Lou Lumenick, and not Smith. Important distinction!

“What’s hilarious about all this is that Lou, who probably had a George McGovern bumper sticker on his lunchbox in college, is far less likely than I, a sensible conservative, am to see the wisdom in a Palin-praising documentary,” Smith wrote.