And now a bonus film-review:
Though I was suspicious and had heard dim mutterings from the skeptical community, I wanted to like What the Bleep Do We Know?. I knew that the filmmakers were students of Ramtha's School of Enlightenment, but I was still hoping to be taken on an enjoyable tour of quantum mechanics, which really is strange enough to make any New Ager happy. As it turned out, though, I only made it 45 minutes in before I couldn't take it anymore. So this counts only as a review of the first 45 minutes(*).
I'm afraid that little of what was stated with wide eyes and knowing grins by the unnamed (at least in the first 45 minutes) experts is true. Occasionally, there was a nugget of something familiar as an aspect of quantum mechanics, but it was soon stretched and exaggerated out of recognition. Worse still, these exaggerations made them not just 'speculative', but false.
Going beyond science into pseudoscience, the film presents as fact the story that (for example) meditators were able to reduce the crime rate in Washington DC by 25%. In fact, the city experienced a surge in the murder rate during that experiment. Only by juggling the numbers did the 'researchers' conclude that they had reduced the crime rate by 25% from what it would have been if they hadn't been meditating. Another segment shows mysterious pictures of 'water' that are clearly snowflakes and are just as mysterious as snowflakes.
The true crime of this filme is that quantum mechanics is fascinating and it is bizarre and it does tell us something surprising about the ultimate nature of reality. This film does not present us with those science facts; it only offers science fictions.
To those interested in real quantum mechanics at a popular level, I recommend John Gribbin's book, In Search of Schrodinger's Cat.
(*) If there was a lesbian sex scene between Marlee Matlin and Elaine Hendrix somewhere in the remaining 64 minutes, don't tell me about it, but that would raise my rating to two stars.