I am unable to take a large part of
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
I am unable to take a large part of
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
My story of Gandhi goes back a few years to a long haul flight, where I managed to watch the first half – and then the tape snapped and so I was unable to complete the spectacle. Fast forward a few years and rewind a few months and I finally saw the whole epic in one go – or close enough – this time on DVD.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
It’s sung by Celine Dion and so there are instant warning signs there. But this one is all about immortality and putting Jack before the joys of heaven. That’s not just your brain melting as Celine hits the high notes – it’s Lucifer redecorating.
Read the subtext: this song encourages you to embrace newfound freedom by casting aside Jesus and following the egotistical path of selfishness – and to Hades
Well, Satan did of course.
Classic Kiwi black anthem, encouraging the defacing of the pearly gates for ones own benefit.
Not only did this song unleash the concept of “unbreak” upon the non-English speaking world (have you tried to explain what it means to a non-anglophile?), but this is a song that, if you read between the lines, says that the Lord will abandon you. Reach for the razor blades: there is only one, dark way out.
“You are my fire / my one desire”. Putting an icon before the Lord has never been more boy bandy.
A given really.
Bob can’t fix it. Only the Lord can. And perhaps Chuck Norris.
It’s never too late to apologise and to turn towards the light. That is the dark side talking. Plus the lead singer is obviously being tortured in the song’s music video, screaming as he is with the barbs of Beelzebub on his butt.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Saturday, March 8, 2008
I visited the dying facility as it entered its terminal final week. I strolled past the boarded up ticketing offices that I had lined up many a time over the years; past the glowing display of the current movies and their session times that in a few days would shine no more; past the movie-of-the-week cardboard cutout display; up to the candy bar manned by two smiling attendants to order my final ticket to be issued from that dispenser and paid for using that EFTPOS machine (though perhaps I will encounter that EFTPOS appliance, unawares, again).
But, truth be told, I am a fairly sentimental person, so there is some small part of me that will admit that, for memory’s sake if nothing else, I will miss it.
The Val Morgan cinematic programme (love that it is called that; not “advertising” but “programme”), including a preview for a tired looking Harrison Ford as Indiana Jones, brought us to the movie, and the movie come and went. The cinema remained. The screen faded to black.
Verdict: Adios, Hoyts Hutt. But you were just a 3 star cinema...
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
The tag line should have read “Take a Jump!”.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Practicality-wise, it is appalling. While it offers unhindered performance even in the bleakest of sandstorms, the fact it is flexible means that one needs a fairly even surface upon which to attempt tapping. The “full size keyboard” is impervious to spilled hot liquids, but its sheer breadth means most coffee mugs cannot be located anywhere near it. These bold exclamations of the keyboard’s amazing endurance and usability are kind of undermined by the fact that the keyboard itself is fairly useless with a much more fragile (and less likely to be taken out into a ferocious sandstorm) computer.
Likewise, the instructions are an interesting affair. They are a fascinating mix of highly articulate and completely incomprehensible. The Health & Safety warning (well written) should contain a clause cautioning readers to seek psychiatric assistance should other parts of the booklet cause too much confusion.