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Whacking Permalink Archive 25-10-02 Leftie losers and the "still-can't-get-over-it" syndrome In this week's pathetic column, Sydney Morning Herald microbe Hugh Mackay still can't accept the fact that John Howard has won three elections in a row. The reasons for this of course are "luck", racism, intolerance, and blah blah blah..... Get a load of this howler...........
Oh I see. Howard only wins by playing to fear and intolerance, yet the most crushing defeat in Labor history had "almost nothing to do with Howard". Well, which is it? Is Mackay Australia's dumbest intellectual?
"Disgracefully undemocratic" = people voted for the wrong party. In the mind of the sulking anti-Howard weasel brigade, democracy only happens when Labor is elected. Any other result simply must be the result of trickery, right-wing conspiracies, racism and blah, blah. It could never ever be - gasp - voters choosing the coalition.
What happened was Paul Keating suffered the biggest-ever dose of electoral "fuck you, arrogant leftie twat" in Australian history, precisely because the Australian population didn't want the wonderful qualities Mackay masturbates over.
Emerging electoral success? They have three seats.
BWAHAHAHHAHAHA. Yeah, and the Khmer Rouge had some great policies on demography.
Well, either that
or - you know - the candidate sucked. Caught two more DVDs in my home theatre setup.....
Essentially, Hackman and his crew snatch a load of swiss gold from an airport, and whackiness ensues. Most of it consists of oh-so-cool crims spouting witty dialogue at each other. Plot twists galore. Sometimes I just wish Mamet would put more effort into telling an entertaining story and developing characters rather than trying to impress us with his oh-so-clever dialogue. The result is an flood of increasingly weird and irritating Mamet-english and robotic, tedious speech patterns, where every character seems to be trying to outdo the other in coming up with something obscure and cool to say. You just wish someone in the damn movie would answer a question with a yes or no or just shut the hell up and get on with it. The endless plot-twists as exposition gets tired after a while, and leaves you not caring that much about a story that could have been told so much better. Worth a look, but don't expect too much.
It succeeds on a number of levels. It's concise, well-paced, to-the-point and looks fabulous. Credit to the production team and cinematographers. Unusual too for a thriller to be set in such a confined space. Well executed original ideas, good actors, and top-notch suspense. It's David Fincher's best effort since his masterpiece Se7en. The Game was fun but ultimately shallow. Fight Club started brilliantly and descended into almost unwatchable crapola after the halfway point. He's back to just telling a good no-nonsense story with loads of tension. Next time though,
I'm hoping he drops the dark-n-gloomy moodiness and switches tone a little.
Five films now dude: it's time to turn the lights on or film in the daylight.
I've gotten lots of feedback from my American readers after my request for info on decent USA brews. It's rather telling that these patriotic folk all told me the same thing: there aren't any. Actually, that's a half-truth. The message seems to be: any american beer popular enough for me to have heard of it is undrinkable shite, but there are some worthy micro-brewery products worth seeking if I'm lucky enough to source any. Some names mentioned:
There also seemed to be a remarkable concensus regarding the geography of quality american microbrewing: The Pacific Northwest is apparently the jewel in the american beer crown. Philadelphia is a good beer city I hear, and last but not least, Colorado is apparently the ant's pants. James Morrow, Andrea Harris and The Dodge have posted their thoughts on the matter. To everyone who responded:
thank you. Hopefully I'll get around to answering each e-mail. In the
meantime folks, keep your thoughts rolling in, my American Beer Quest
is an ongoing effort: tex {at} whackingday {dot}
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HEIST:
David Mamet's latest. Gene Hackman, Delroy Lindo, Danny DeVito in this
odd crime caper. Highly watchable, with some great moments, yet overall
curiously unsatisfying.
Divorcee
Jodie Foster and daughter move into a seriously expensive Manhattan mansion
with an inbuilt secure or "panic" room. Their first night in
the house, three thugs break in, looking for the loot which just happens
to be hidden in the guess where.
Delerium
Tremens (bwaa!! There's really a drink called this?)