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I told ya don't touch that durn thing!

  • Aug. 10th, 2009 at 8:04 PM

I recently had a chat with my brother about his homework for this week. He said he was overloaded with homework, and that he didn't like his English teacher. Since I went to the same school as he does now, I knew who the teacher in question was, and I did happen to know that while this teacher is a bit eccentric, he is very capable and a good teacher. I asked my brother what his homework was, and it turned out to be a book report/review and a handwritten letter.


Now, I don't know about you, but to me book reports are very easy. You say what's good, what's bad, and come to a conclusion. At the most basic level, you're simply telling a reader who knows nothing about the book a brief overview so that they know what the book's about. At higher levels you might go into thematic elements, symbolism, etc. But I digress. So I thought it was very easy, and gave him some Eugene-style compassion ("Take it like a man and stop whinging, it's easy"). He responded that he "wasn't me" and didn't know how to do it. I responded that I'm hardly a genius at this sort of thing, and advised him to go read a review in the paper to get some ideas about how to construct a review.
Who knows whether he took that advice to heart or not.

 

I also asked him about the specifics of the handwritten letter. It turns out it's a handwritten letter of about 250 words in length. My jaw is still dislocated from how far it dropped when I heard that. To put it into perspective, I've just went over that number with this current blog entry two sentences ago.After giving him some more Eugene-style sympathy ("You're an amateur and a fool. That's the easiest assignment in the history of mankind"), I asked him what was so difficult about that kind of task. After some coaxing, he responded that he didn't have any idea how to start a letter. I said that that's how people communicate without using the internet or instant messaging. He said that these days people rarely write each other long letter via email (To paraphrase what he said: "Hi. LOL. Bye."). While that's true that writing isn't really what it used to be, I find it mind boggling that he couldn't think about ANYTHING to write to another person about. I suggested that he pretend that I was overseas, and write to me telling me what's going on in his life. Somehow, I don't think it sunk in for him.

 

I guess some kids these days are so saturated with information that they skim over it; hearing and reading a lot of things, but ideas don't really sink into them. I wonder how it is with people my age and those slightly older. In fact, there's probably an older, grumpier version of me out there writing something similar right now. Perish the thought.


When evil triumphs

  • Aug. 4th, 2009 at 2:16 PM
Godot Shakes
No doubt everyone's heard about the recent media debacle that is the Kyle and Jackie O show. If you haven't, the situation is that the two radio hosts sat a mother and a 14-year old on the 29th of July, hooked the daughter up to a lie detector machine and encouraged the mother to ask a series of questions, including ones asking whether the girl had had sex. It turned out that the girl had been raped at 2 years ago (when she was 12!), souring up the radio stunt and unleashing a cavalcade of disapproval and condemnation at 2dayFM and Kyle Sandilands.

Firstly, I'd like to say that it's about damn time that the show has been suspended indefinitely. Media Watch stated one year ago that the frequent shock jock stunts of the Kyle and Jackie O show were unnecessary. The show operates on a crass, immature basis and is designed to appeal to the basest, most cruel elements of human nature.

Media Watch's excellent report cleverly mentioned last week's happenings only briefly, and instead chose to point out that the show operates nearly routinely on the humiliation and exploitation of its contestants and contributors. The report notes that this is certainly not the first time that Kyle and Jackie O have chosen to torture a person live on one of Australia's largest listener bases, but it certainly is one of the most high-profile outcries against the show.

However, while there is little defense for Kyle and Jackie O, let's first look at the facts, since there are a number of parties who are, at differing stages, at fault for allowing this to happen. Firstly, the mother agreed to let her child to be hooked up to the lie detector, and even agreed to let her child be subjected to a battery of invasive and inappropriate questions regarding her sexual activity. While plenty of blame can be thrown at the two radio hosts for arranging such a horrid interview, let's spare a thought for the stupid parent who neglected to protect their child from such verbal abuse.

Secondly, 2dayFM has one of the largest listener bases in the country. While I realise that they have other shows on at other times, surely the popularity of their breakfast show contributes a large number to that listener base. While I wouldn't go so far as to accuse them of turning a blind eye to Kyle and Jackie O's weekly antics, it's not unreasonable to believe that the studio would want the show to continue as long as they don't push too many buttons. Perhaps that's something that's even worse; a studio allowing a show based on deception and humiliation to generate listeners and adverstising revenue.

Thirdly, I think it's good that ACMA (the Australian communications and media watchdog) has considered to launch an investigation of 2dayFM. It's very rare indeed that ACMA would even threaten to do so (as it has very severe implications, worse of all the station losing its right to broadcast), but why has it taken so long for them to act? The Kyle and Jackie O show have surely been in breach of the commercial radio code's of practice for years now:

All program content must meet contemporary standards of decency, having regard to the likely characteristics of the audience of the licensee's service.

— The Commercial Radio Australia Codes of Practice and Guidelines

I must stress that while the show has done many things wrong, it's also us as society who tune into shows like these that also support them. We buy into these media, and it's us who stand by and watch people be degraded unwillingly on radio and television.

It is times like these that I feel more strongly than ever that Australia and indeed the world needs a media source that is wholesome and based on God's love for its readers/listeners/viewers. It makes me glad that Audrey and I are working on a project for a girl's magazine that tells encourages them that there are ways to assert yourself other than appearing for a 5-minute's-of-fame stunt that involves sickening and gratuitous abuse of sex, genitals and crude humour. I really hope that one day we'll be in a world that has clean, wholesome media that doesn't need to use content such as this to get their point across.

For now, I take comfort in the fact that I am working on a project that will push back the torrent of darkness, and that someone out there gives a damn about the media that we're flooded with day after day; someone who looks and analyses at the real issues rather than sensationalising the story and simply retelling it.


"All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing."

-Edmund Burke

 

EDIT: By the way, I just noticed that this blog is rather hard to read with the old style. After seeing a few of Xandra's blogs, I think it's time for a lighter feel to the blog.

Excitement? Sometimes I'm up and down

  • May. 5th, 2009 at 5:49 PM
Gumshoe Eyebrows
I had a meeting last Friday re: the future of Christian Youth Radio (CYR), and the good news is that we're planning something big. A lot of things will need to take shape before our very tentative launch in December this year. A lot of things could go wrong, but the potential for it to work is also undeniable. I'm very happy to be part of it, even if I don't show my excitement all the time. In fact, just writing about it is making me excited about the things we might be able to do. I'll be meeting with Audrey sometime this week to pray about it and make a new podcast in the meantime, since we're not on the air at SYN for the next 3 months or so.

SYN has been rather good for us. I sense that it's starting to become a bit tedious for some of our team, and the excitement has certainly died down for many of us (myself included). The problem is that we're often on our own show, with little interaction between the rest of the team. I tried to rectify this earlier in the year by trying to panel for all of the presenters at least once every two months, but my other church commitments tended to conflict with my other commitments. I decided to put my time into CYR, and to take a break from worship ministry at my church. It seems that at least for the next 3 months, I think that's where I'll stay. It pains me to say that I can't be part of worship ministry at the moment, but I think for what we're planning I need to focus my energy there.

Maintaining the morale of a team is definitely something that I have had no experience in, and I understand now that how excited people are directly affects something like our pokey little 1-hour radio show. I hope that when Audrey and I have got something more concrete to present back to our other presenters that we can regain the momentum that we used to have.

Perhaps I've grown up a bit since last year in that sense too...thinking about how others feel, and at least trying to plan for the future. I wonder how people do it sometimes...yesterday and today I was trying to juggle plans about the day and plans for my future (this new thing, study, Centrelink arrangements etc.) and sometimes I found I couldn't concentrate until I put things aside and planned to plan later. It's not that I'm disorganised, but I've always found planning for the far future difficult to do. I know it's a common problem, but still...

Wonder how this will affect CYR's future? Hahahaha.

I don't find women very funny

  • Apr. 28th, 2009 at 11:21 PM
Decepticon

I don't know why it is, but I don't find women very funny.

I'm not being sexist. But genuinely, I don't find myself rolling on the floor at anything any female has ever said or done. Let me give you an example. Watching my Thank God You're Here boxset, comedians and radio hosts such as Rebel Wilson, Fifi Box, Julia Zemiro...none of them tickle my funny bone. The only possible way that they can do so is by resorting to the lowest common denominator and using a sexual joke. That's not to say that I don't appreciate these kinds of jokes. Male comedians use them all the time, and I usually find them funny!

Maybe it's because I can relate to males more. They can usually appeal to stereotypical traits of the male gender, such as laziness, slackness, general idiocy or perhaps they can more easily perform physical jokes because of these above characteristics. Or maybe it's the complete opposite, and I have trouble relating to females. Either way, I usually skip over or listen less hard when female comedians appear on TGYH.

Do you think there's something wrong with me?

Zzzz

  • Mar. 12th, 2009 at 7:52 PM
Godot Shakes

Wow, a lot of time has passed since my last blog entry. I guess a lot has changed since the last one I did, I'm due to graduate this month, and am looking forward to some further studies in a different field. 


But one thing that hasn't changed is my love of movies. I recently watched John Woo's action epic Hardboiled, which features Chow Yun Fat as  the Hong Kong ass-kicking heavy-duty supercop Tequila. Like most of Woo's movies, it's a complete action fest with some of the best choreography and general chaotic insanity that you'd expect out of an old school action film. Definitely worth watching.

 

I also watched what could be the last Futurama-related show that the world will ever see; the 4th and final straight-to-dvd movie Into the Wild Green Yonder. Some people dislike the series since they started creating the 4 feature length movies. To an extent I agree, the slapstick and completely oddball humour always worked in the series, but somehow lost something when the plot was extended in a feature length film. In any case, the series hasn't lost the quirkiness and tongue-in-cheek parody of modern life that has always characterised the series. The final film ties up some loose ends in terms of the romantic relationship between Leela and Fry, which means that this very may well be the last Futurama we'll ever see as nothing is planned in the future. It's a great sendoff for an underappreciated gem of a series.

 

The last one I saw recently was in the cinemas; DC Comic's Watchmen. Going completely against the trend of glitzy, glamorous superhero movies, Watchmen aims to portray superheroes as they would exist in real life, with all their psychological vices and real life consequences of their actions. Set in the 60s as the world teeters on the brink of nuclear war, Rorschach, a member of a disbanded group of superheroes investigates the murder of one of its oldest members and eventually uncovers a plot that endangers the whole world. I like the very different perspectives of each hero - from Rorschach with his black and white moral absolutism to Dr. Manhattan's cold objectiveness, each character provide a different view of the world. Also interesting is the fact that none of the superheroes possess what you'd call a super power, aside from Dr. Manhattan. All the jazz about Batman being a realistic hero because he lacks any powers and has only his will and his intelligence doesn't hold a candle to these guys. In some ways, they are similar to what a much darker Batman could be, if he were not bound by certain rules and regulations he imposes upon himself. It's quite a deep movie, and one should definitely have their thinking cap on before walking into the cinema. But it's a bleak look at the world worth watching, if only to see the world from so many highly variable eyes.


What is it about the "other guy"?

  • Oct. 16th, 2008 at 10:16 PM
Gumshoe Eyebrows

Reading Wong's recent and most heartfelt blog entry, I must admit that I felt a twinge of regret and quiet jubilation that only parents must feel when their children fly the roost. My boy's grown up, I think. Even though I frequently chastise him about his incorrect use of grammar and spelling (indeed, I did so in that very entry), I do think he has improved, probably in some small part to my effect on him. He thanked Seeman, Mel and myself, in that order.

Now I'm not kicking up some minor foible, and I don't mean to look at the list as an emperical list as some kind of bizarre friend ranking system (convenient as it may be). I'm just strangely bemused by what people have to say about me. In particuar, this part that Wong wrote about me.

"chee, ah well, always around to give a funny or kick in the bum sort of quip, quick humour and simple adfice, no frills sort of thing.  my english will never be at his level, but it';s thanks to his and phil's corrects have i improved a little since year 12.  yet another important comment giver to this often rambling and ranting blog of mine."

It's strangely humbling and disheartening that people usually don't list me being a particularly loyal or trusted friend of theirs in their comments about me. I'm not angry at anyone for anything that they have or haven't said about me, because quite frankly being listed at all is a rather large testimony in itself.

Perhaps it's because that I don't project myself as a particularly warm or friendly sort of fellow. It's not personal, ladies.

Perhaps it's because I find it difficult to make friends. Again, nothing personal guys.

Or maybe it's my fascination with the other guy.

The other guy. The kind of aloof but strangely helpful wizened sage who has a large but indirect part over the story. The kind of character who might be incredibly helpful in the grand scheme of things, but at the same time not appearing for very long, or even in the actual present-tense of the story at all.

Think Obi-Wan Kenobi in the original Star Wars movies. He died within the first half of the movie, but indirectly influenced Luke Skywalker to become the great Sith Lord-whooping Jedi that he was in the final movie.

Or perhaps Rafiki in The Lion King. He christens Simba, and doesn't appear at all in the timespan that Simba grows into an adult. Yet it is he who faciliates the final advice that Mufasa has to enlighten Simba, and helps him along his quest to regain his rightful place at the throne.

Maybe Treebeard the Ent? He was funny in a bogan sense, and indirectly helped the main human/elf forces by cutting off Saruman's reinforcements by destroying the Uruk'hai birthing pits.

It is my utter fascination with these side characters whose presence is rarely seen, but almost always felt that perhaps drives me to be these guys. The kind of person who may barely appear in the background, but then again might just save your life when you need it the most. Am I in a constant state of readiness to help my friends? Almost certainly. But maybe they just don't know that a silent helper skulks in the background, quietly waiting and watching to see if they need assistance.

Initial GG

  • May. 29th, 2008 at 7:33 PM
Godot Shakes
It was one of those nights. You know, the ones where it's cold, but crisp at the same time. When I say crisp, I mean that icicles form off your nose as you breathe seemingly warm air out of your nostils, and when your legs are so cold that they feel like some an unpowered Iron Man suit attached to your lower body. You know, the good kind of nights.

It was also one of those nights where nobody wanted to do anything, even though we were literally walking ghasts of our former selves, plagued by hunger and dreary eyed from the day's proceedings. It was this opportune moment that we decided to do absolutely nothing and watch TJ read some manga.

Mind you, it wasn't just any manga. It was some bizarre medical manga - complete with realistic drawings of the human body. Although, ironically enough, the characters were drawn in typical anime style that looked so unrealistic that it almost balanced out the scales of logic. We were talking heaving bosoms, eyes the size of dinner plates, and hair that was so gravity-defying it may as well have been controlled by David Copperfield himself. But I was assured by TJ that the medicine was totally accurate. I didn't ask how he knew that.

I was hanging out with The Composer in the other room. While I watched him work his magic, the hunger levels of TJ and The Gamer in the other room continued to drop. If they were Sims, they'd be dangerously close to being taken away by child welfare. Yes, I know that that only happens in-game to babies. Think about it.

Problem was, TJ lacked either the ability or the charisma to persuade The Gamer to go out to dinner. Precisely, he had asked him at least 27 times before I entered the room.

"Okay, let's go." The Gamer announced upon my arrival.

This caused much swearing and general pandemonium in the room for the next 5 minutes, making our eyes drearier.

So off we went. Us being us, we were feeling particularly disorganised and lazy, and somehow ended up taking 2 separate cars to good old HOLMESGLEN. From where we were, that was a mere 10 minutes away by car. The Gamer and I took one car, whilst TJ and The Composer took another.

I chose The Gamer's car because
A) I did not want to hear TJ yammer on about his medical manga any more than was absolutely necessary
B) The Gamer had clocked up countless hours in driving games and was in theory the better driver
C) The TJ is a time-travelling ninja from another world, and has little to no experience in handling our 'fire-chariots'

Anyway, regardless of the reason that we picked, the fact of the matter was that we took two cars.

We headed down the freeway, where The Gamer attempted to explain to me how quantam physics were being applied to the next level of games, and while I pretended to list and fiddled with the contents of his car's glove box. They weren't very interesting.

The Gamer was so engaged in his explanation that he did notice flames and cars banking up on the freeway exit, and suddenly had to slam on the brakes so hard that he initiated a power slide with his rubber band tires. I say rubber band because between the 4 wheels, I'd say that there was enough rubber to make a single bag of rubber bands, tops. Thankfully, his eyes lit up and he went into Danger Mode, which is a personality that resides deep in his consciousness that only emerges to save The Gamer's (and by extension, my own) life. Or his own life in-game. To him, there really is no difference.

His long hours in games such as Gran Turismo and Need For Speed had gifted him the ability to hold a slide regardless of the level of reality present, and this being real life, he managed to regain control of the vehicle and we spun out harmlessly to the side of the road.

TJ and The Composer were not so lucky.

They plowed headlong into a stationary fire-chariot, and the demon horses that powered that metallic podium came to an abrupt halt. TJ had managed to negotiate his rider-strap, but The Composer flew head-first through the front scrying glass and landed 20 metres on the side of the road.

The Gamer and I were no doctors, but we were pretty sure that The Composer had played his last note.

We ran out of the car to see The Composer's fate.

The Composer looked so serene, the mangled wreck of his former self was easily recognisable from the bloodied mess of bone and skin.

"Holy crap!" I said emphathically.

For once, The Gamer was at a loss for words.

"Call an ambulance!" I yelled, and The Gamer quickly fumbled for his phone.

After fiddling with his phone for a good minute, I yelled at him to hurry it up.

"I can't dial zero mate, the zero is to shoot in my Duke Nukem portable game. It's worn out now!" The Gamer wailed.

Seemingly on cue, TJ emerged from the flaming wreckage of his once mighty fiery stallion. He held in his hands an improvised set of metal instruments, no doubt forged from the carcass of his flame-chariot.

He ran to The Composer's fallen body and moved the instruments so quickly around his body that it seemed like he as many limbs as Goro from Mortal Kombat. In mere minutes, The Composer's body was looking well and healthy, although he remained unconscious.

I was bug-eyed. "How on earth did you do that? You don't have any modern knowledge, let alone medical training!"

TJ crossed his arms and did that anime thing that guys with glasses do. You know, reflect the light off his glasses so that you can't see his eyes.

"I've seen this before. Volume 9, chapter 389." he said matter-of-factly.

Another Guys With Shades production

  • May. 9th, 2008 at 11:37 PM
Gumshoe Eyebrows
Another day, another song (sort of). The remaining member of Guys With Shades makes his debut appearance!

Off Hiatus

  • May. 7th, 2008 at 3:28 PM

It's been a long 3 months, but I have RETURNED!

To mark this joyous occasion, I leave you, faithful reader, with this juicy tidbit from Guys with Shades:


Later.

On Hiatus

  • Jan. 26th, 2008 at 9:12 PM
Godot Shakes
Hi guys,

I've decided to put this site onto temporary hiatus while I figure out where to move from this point. I expect that I'll still be blogging fairly often, but where and how are the things that will be called into question as I readjust some priorities in my life.

That's all for now,
ymc

Vienna Teng - The Tower

  • Dec. 27th, 2007 at 10:38 PM


 

I really like this rendition of Vienna Teng's "The Tower" - the choir in the back makes it sound epic and almost wistfully dangerous, striking the exact emotional pitch that this powerful song intends to achieve. Teng has said the song was written for a college roommate's (Junior year). The roommate was the typical "dorm mom" - gave to everyone, but never enough for herself. She was going through some tough times and Vienna couldn't do much for her, so wrote her a song. The roommate (who now lives in DC) is said to still be able to relate to the song -  for better or worse.

Where is the 'is'?

  • Dec. 20th, 2007 at 1:44 PM

For all those of you who were wondering where the 'is' from Facebook went, here is your answer...

Retrieved from: http://www.theage.com.au/news/web/facebooks-is-now-a-was/2007/12/20/1197740431410.html
"For years, members of the popular online hangout Facebook have been able to compose one-liners called "status updates" to tell friends what's going on with them, as in, "Jessica is craving egg and cheese on an English muffin".

Each update started with the member's name and "is," followed by a blank box. This led to tongue-in-cheek workarounds (say, "Jessica is egg and cheesed"). Others ignored "to be" completely and followed "is" with a second active verb.

To the delight of several hundred thousand Facebook users who joined protest groups online, the "is" quietly disappeared last Thursday, making "Jessica is wants an egg and cheese muffin" a thing of the past. Users now supply all their own verb.

Facebook claims 58 million active members. In comparison, the largest anti-"is" group, "Petition to Get Rid of 'is' from Facebook Status Update!" was 182,015 strong when its founder, Ahmed Shama, pronounced the "is" dead.

In an interview, Shama, a 29-year-old technology consultant who lives in Irvine, California, said he was half joking when he started the group with his brother and invited friends to join. But supporters all over the world wrote to him - and not just because they were tired of gerunds.

Many who speak languages other than English complained Facebook "was imposing a very English-specific way of updating your status," said Shama.

Anti-"is" groups formed in Turkish and even Norwegian. Facebook hasn't translated its site into languages other than English yet, but a spokeswoman said that's on the agenda for early 2008.

Reeling from public outcry against a viral advertising effort, in which it published information about what members were doing and buying online, Facebook declined to speak about this issue. The company had hinted in November that it would drop the verb. It began by letting programmers write code to suppress the "is" if another verb was given.

Twelve thousand people have left Shama's group since last week, and he, too, is turning his attention elsewhere.

"I try to use my Facebook profile to create groups that raise social consciousness among people, whereas this was more for fun," he said, though he acknowledged the "is" was his biggest success so far.

"Nothing came even close."

AP

Giant rat discovered, Indonesia

  • Dec. 17th, 2007 at 6:45 PM



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Researchers in a remote jungle in Indonesia have discovered a giant rat - five times the size of a typical city rat - and a tiny possum that are apparently new to science.

Unearthing new species of mammals in the 21st century is very rare. The discoveries by a team of American and Indonesian scientists are being studied further to confirm their status.

The animals were found in the Foja mountains rainforest in eastern Papua province in a June expedition, said US-based Conservation International, which organised the trip along with the Indonesian Institute of Science.

"The giant rat is about five times the size of a typical city rat," said Kristofer Helgen, a scientist with the Smithsonian Institution in Washington.

"With no fear of humans, it apparently came into the camp several times during the trip."

The possum was described as "one of the world's smallest marsupials".

A 2006 expedition to the same stretch of jungle - dubbed by Conservation International as a "Lost World" because until then humans had rarely visited it - unearthed scores of exotic new species of palms, butterflies and palms.

Papua has some of the world's largest tracts of rainforest, but like elsewhere in Indonesia they are being ravaged by illegal logging.

Scientists said last year that the Foja area was not under immediate threat, largely because it was so remote."

AP tnf

What I wonder is whether or not this rat has evolved through human intervention or not. You always see crazy satirical stories of genetic mutation in shows like The Simpsons, where a vat of toxic goo instantly evolves a creature into something grotesque, but in this case, who knows? Rats have extremely fast reproduction cycles (compared to other mammals), so it may be the case that this species of rat has come into contact with a man-made implement and has evolved into something beyond its original design. This is only speculation, as the rat has only been recently discovered. But still, the possibility of this scenario can't be dismissed. One of my greatest disappointments with mankind is that our impact on the world has eradicated thousands of beautiful species, and has altered the development of other animals through our alterations to their natural environments. God's original plan is so perfect, and His works masterful. Why must we ruin his handiwork?

Hitman Review

  • Dec. 11th, 2007 at 1:54 PM



As far as video game movies go, they're generally crap. One only has to look at Doom and to a certain extent the Resident Evil movies to see that video games do not make great movies, despite them having excellent theatrical components, great music and well-written storylines (sometimes all three). I believe that the reason for this startling discrepancy is that producers and directors try too hard to stay faithful to the source material and do not successfully adapt the qualities of the story to a movie screen. Too many homages, too much weirdness. In Doom, there was a bizarre first person shooter segment that put the camera in the eyes of one of the characters for a good portion of the movie. Hopefully the movie version of Halo won't turn out this way!

But I digress.

For the uninitiated, Hitman is a video games series by Eidos, and follows the assignments of the mysterious master assassin only known as Agent 47. The movie's plot is quite similar to the recent film Shooter, in that the main character is given an assignment by an organisation which goes sour, and he needs to find out who betrayed him. Blah blah blah. The writers for the Hitman film have taken a fair bit of creative license in the film, because the video games tend to be a string of assignments with little overarching plot until late into the story. Thus, you could say that the film Hitman follows one of 47's adventures. We're given little information in the start about 47, but we get the general idea. Agent 47 is one of many assassins from the blandly named organisation called "The Organisation"; trained from childhood from an orphan to be a master at combat and assassination, and experimented upon to make him physically stronger and more agile at his job. Agent 47 becomes embroiled in a political conspiracy involving the Russian secret police and Interpol after an assignment where he is set up.

I've only allocated one sentence to the plot because that's really all there is to it. Don't make any second guesses, this movie appeals to the lowest instincts of young males. Boobs, bangs and blood is the three-course meal that Hitman offers, and thankfully it doesn't disappoint. Timothy Olyphant plays Agent 47, and although he does look a little odd bald (personally I can't get over this, because he was the bad guy in Die Hard 4) his face is the right one to play 47. The action sequences in this movie are frentic, especially during the course of the movie other Agents from The Organisation arrive to silence 47. While it's very cool to have Agents fight each other in a train station, it does seem a little odd that no one notices a bunch of bald guys walking around with barcodes tattooed on the backs of their heads.

For that matter, it's amazing that no one EVER takes notice of 47's barcode. The whole point of being an assassin is that you inconspicuously blend into crowds - not that you'd ever be able to do so with a radical hairdo. I could suspend the belief that 47 magically activates his 'stealth mode' (probably by pressing two buttons on the controller) whenever he's in public, but those of you who are more grounded in reality might find this particular factual error difficult to stomach.

Olga Kurylenko plays 47's foil as the undeniably sexy Nika, a prostitute that 47 saves early during the movie and develops an odd relationship with. Since 47 is unaccustomed to dealing with people, much less a woman, he finds human contact difficult at best. It's here that Hitman actually shines from other action movies. It actually has CLEVER dialogue, often filled with wry humour and played brilliantly by the two lead actors.

Here is an example of one of the many exchanges between Nika and 47:
Nika Boronia: What does the woman look like, two tables behind you?
Agent 47: The one with red hair and the silk dress?
Nika Boronia: Yes.
Agent 47 That's not a woman.
[we see the "woman" behind him is obviously a transvestite]

However, do take my opinion with a grain of salt, because I am a big sucker for action movies with nonsensical plots. I'm a gamer at heart, and I'll grade movies with this pedigree accordingly. I know it's got terrible reviews from critics, but look at it this way: critics don't play video games.

8.5/10 Bald hitmen.

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Beowulf review

  • Dec. 3rd, 2007 at 8:36 PM
Kuma
 

You know, I have just realised that I don't actually do a lot of reviews on this website. Haha, oh well, this should bring my personal quota up to standard. Oh well, at least there's no one breathing down my neck, right? Righ-



We regret to announce that ymc no longer works at Lost in Translation. Please accept this movie review as the new management settles in to make this a premiere review-based website.

Beowulf is an animated movie that markets itself somewhat as an animated Lord of the Rings, and succeeds in doing so, sort of like a bastard child of the LotR and Shrek franchises; minus the cutesy nature of the latter.

Beowulf is based on the Old English poem of the same name, and tells the story about the hero named Beowulf, and his rise and fall as a ruler. The technology used to capture the animation was also used in the movie The Polar Express, and upon comparing the two movies you will also note the similar muted colours between the two. Beowulf relies on the usual action blockbuster combination of sex, violence and gore to attract audiences. From the titillating Grendel's mother (Angelina Jolie), to the violent dismemberment of various monsters, audiences are subject to the above Hollywood cocktail time and again through the course of the movie. On a side note, you definitely don't want to bring anyone under 15 to this movie, the troll Grendel is particularly horrifying. Grendel is misshapen and deformed, and to put it bluntly looks like a human turned inside out. The violence is also particularly gory, with guts literally bursting out of any wound of any size, spilling out like an over-inflated water balloon against a needle prick. On the other end of the spectrum, Grendel's mum is also inappropriate for younger audiences because all she's wearing is a thin gold film that covers her essentials...

Yet at the same time, the movie tends to drag, not keeping up the pace of the cleverly designed action sequences. Beowulf's rather questionable nude fight against Grendel comes very late into the movie, and to be honest , up to that point I was seriously contemplating what the hell the movie was about.

Thankfully the action sequences are clever, there are only two main ones, Beowulf against Grendel and against the dragon in the final battle. These were the only two fights in the original poem, so one can't really deduct any points there. If you can imagine Tom Hanks in the Polar Express doing battle with the animated forces of evil, you'd get a rough idea about what the action looks like in Beowulf.

The characterisation is clumsy, Beowulf's character is focused upon throughout the entire movie, yet the antagonists' motives remain shrouded in mystery.

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For example, why is it that Grendel's mother torments each generation of rulers? She bore the previous king a son, and then sent him to torment the kingdom during the king's later years. She also repeats this action during Beowulf's reign. Why does she need a human man to conceive? No doubt this is explained in the original text, but why not in the movie?
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Even other major characters such as Wiglaf (Beowulf's sidekick) and the queen Wealhþeow receive little in terms of screen time, often reduced to prolonged sulks and charming but lifeless one-liners. Yes, it's called Beowulf. Yes, the story is about him. But why can't anyone get off their high horses and examine what made the man?

Speaking of which, the saving point of this movie (aside from the action and animation) is Beowulf's characterisation. Beowulf knows that being a king is to half being a legend, and during his youth he pursues this dream rapaciously, telling tall tales of his deeds and exaggerating the details battles he's had. The question of whether or not this makes him more monstrous than the demons he battles lingers throughout the whole movie, and I was quite impressed by the complexity. While his kinsmen and bards sing of his legends, Beowulf eventually questions if he is really a good man or not for sometimes winning his fights in an underhanded fashion. 

The movie makes great use of the new technology available, creating lifelike scenes and characters throughout the piece. The animation is so good, that I was actually surprised when the movie started that it was animated. All the posters I'd seen made me think that it was a live-action movie. At times you can tell that the movie is animated, but scenes such as the initial banquet set are a marvel to behold, because at times you can't tell whether the movie is animated or real!

Nevertheless, the story is very epic, and plays out nicely once Beowulf starts kicking arse and taking names. Prior to this the movie is very slow, and its pace sluggish. However, the story is enjoyable and you could do a lot worse for the $13-17 dollars/2.73GB you spent on the movie ticket/internet.

8/10

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The Afternoon Dump

  • Nov. 20th, 2007 at 11:42 PM
Kuma
http://tehymc.multiply.com/music/item/3

30 minutes of sheer unscripted pandemonium? Yes please!

(This is our demo tape for the Student Youth Network we recorded tonight, please download at your own peril)
EDIT: Forgot to tell you guys how big it is; approximately 30MB :S

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