Showing posts with label television. Show all posts
Showing posts with label television. Show all posts

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Literacy Under Siege.

[Warning: Here Be 24 Spoilers. Although, honestly, if you didn't see this one coming, you probably can't read, anyway.]

TV's 24 can be hard to believe at the best of times, but I really couldn't believe it when this news graphic popped up in a recent episode:


"Seige"? Hurgh. First Lost, now 24; what's happening to the standard of literacy on TV these days (grumble, grumble)? And why aren't these things being spotted before they're broadcast? Is it really too much to expect? Let's get Jack onto the trail of those responsible. He'd track 'em down and throw the book at them! Phonebook, probably. (No scars. Clever.)

It's not like siege is a difficult word to spell, either. It even conforms to the old "I before E except after C" mnemonic that people are so quick to call up in their defence when they trip over exceptions such as 'weird'.

I don't know. Maybe I've got it wrong and it's actually the result of extraordinary attention to detail; you know, some form of hyperrealism? A round of authenticity amidst a barrage of absurdity. I mean, come on, the White House is under siege! It's a national emergency! Everyone would be freaking out, scrabbling around under enormous pressure as they rush to get the news to air, and so mistakes are bound to happen! It's a wonder there weren't more!

Hmm, well, I wish I could believe it. Although, if it was true, I'd prefer they put that level of attention into maintaining the integrity of their "real-time" timeline. Time seems so fluid at times, especially during ad breaks, it's no wonder Jack's always running out of it, dammit.

UPDATE
Well, that didn't take long. Rarely does when Jack gets on the job. I don't know when he found the time, but after learning that the Cable News Betwork (thanks Lileks) had been infiltrated by a shady cabal of spelling anarchists, Jack hightailed it over to their broadcast centre at once. Turns out the anarchists had also implemented a high-level cross-agency mole-based infiltration that meant Jack had to operate outside the system (AGAIN!) with only the help of Chloe O'Brien. Remotely hacking into the CNB's mainframe with a minimum of fuss, Chloe turned off all their alarms and cameras and whatever, allowing Jack to slip undetected into their server room where he installed a self-populating Character Sequence Verification module which did something or other and what have you, and before you could say your ABCs the spelling problem was fixed!


So there you go. Literacy crisis over. Phew! Jack, we're in debt to you once again!

Monday, June 16, 2008

A Few More of my Favourite Things.

Like Star Wars-themed Transformers...


...Mystery Science Theater shout-outs in The Simpsons...


...or an ocean of meat, cheese and barbeque sauce colliding in the blessed form of Barbeque Meat-Lovers Stuffed Crust goodness, I love it when my varied interests intersect.


Sure, the sum may not always be greater than the individual parts, See: Alien vs Predator, but like pizza and sex (as the saying goes), when it's good, it's really good, and when when it's bad, it's still pretty good.

And now I've come across this clip from an episode of Mystery Science Theater I've not seen before, and I have another satisfying convergence for my list: MST and Macs!



Hehehe. I always knew there was a reason Tom Servo was my favourite. Amiga?! Bah!

UPDATE
Of course! How did I forget the top-shelf combo of BATMAN AND NINJAS from Batman Begins?! Gold.

Sunday, May 04, 2008

Happy Star Wars (tm) Day 2008.

Happy Star Wars (tm) Day everyone. May the Fourth be with you, and may your day be filled with many pleasant thoughts of classic trilogies, of expanded universes, and of future screenplays featuring minimal input from Uncle George.

I'm completely out of touch with the latest news on the upcoming TV shows, other than reading somewhere that Rick Fantastic knows they'll be fantastic, and they'll totally blow my mind because George is such a fantastic storyteller blah, blah, blah, but that's it. As with the new Indy, I'm so fearful they'll suck so hard that I'd prefer just not to know. At least then I can still pretend that Boba will be redeemed from the soulless, derivative joke he's become.

But let's not dwell on the dark, let's turn towards the light and enjoy the serendipity of discovering a new range of Star Wars key chain thingos at the local servo as I was paying for my petrol this morning. They even had a Boba...


...and most pleasing of all, no Jango. :)

UPDATE: Nicely timed: John Gruber visits Star Wars: Where Science Meets Imagination and flickrs his photos for us.

Saturday, October 20, 2007

A disruption to regular programming.

Well, thanks to Channel 7's new FASTTRACK scheme, the other night I... ah, a, ah, a... friend of mine, yes, that'll do... a friend of mine watched a TV show on TV without downloading it first! New Earl was on, he hadn't seen it, so he plonked himself down in front of the box and watched. Ads and all! Sure, the ads were on mute, (an experience my friend tells me even made him feel a little nostalgic), but there they were, beaming into his lounge room, bouncing off his retinas, and making him wait until they were good and ready to let the show go on.

And during one such ad break (as if there hadn't been enough disruption for one night), he saw an ad for an upcoming episode of Heroes he'd not yet seen! Scrabbling frantically for the remote, he flicked the silent box to another channel to avoid any spoilers and again sat and pondered, trying to think of the last time that had happened...

He's not sure if he'll make a habit of this dancing to the networks' tune, but if it's on (within, you know, twenty minutes of the advertised starting time), and there's nothing else he needs to do, why not?

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Magic iPod.

I love my iPod. Even if it is merely a third-generation iPod whose small storage capacity and even smaller monochrome screen makes the kids of today wonder how I can even bear to be alive. “How do you handle having to watch movies in black and white? What? You can’t even watch movies on it? Wow; go to bed, old man. How old did you say that thing was?”

But after yesterday I love my iPod even more. For you see I have discovered that my iPod is not just an iPod, it is a Magic iPod!

The day began like any other: at my Mac, strong long black and a quick flick through my RSS Reader for the news of the day. I noticed Apple had just released a new ad for Apple TV, so I went and had a look. It uses a clip from Jack Black’s film, School of Rock, where he’s instructing his students on how to play the rock classic, ‘Smoke on the Water.’ Nice ad. Playtime over, I put on my headphones, set my iPod to shuffle all songs and pressed Play. Of the 4312 tracks it had to choose from, guess what it chose? Yep, Smoke on the Water. What are the odds? Like, seriously? Talk about push advertising. I nearly fell off my chair!

Then! If that wasn't enough, last night I headed to the cinema for an evening drenched in blood, glory and spittle as 300 Spartans shouted themselves hoarse while hacking an endless sea of Persians to pieces. Magnificent. Anyway, I popped into the Men's Room before the session and heard Veruca Salt's 'Volcano Girls' playing over the PA. It was quite a surprise to hear something I actually liked over a PA, something that was very much not the easy-listenin' musak you would normally expect. And they must have given Kylie the night off because then as I walked into the cinema, Radiohead's 'Sit Down, Stand Up' came on. "Wow," I commented, "two good songs in a row. It's like they've got my iPod plugged in." And then next up, also to be found on my iPod, was the stomping 'Seven Nation Army' by the White Stripes. I couldn't believe it. Three from three! The pre-show "entertainment" then started up, so my run came to an end, but only for two hours because as the movie ended and the lights came on, so too did Lamb's 'Gabriel,' which is not only one of my all-time favourite songs, but also the track Kate sauntered down the aisle to! It was Pirate Radio and my iPod (tucked away in my satchel) was at the board pushing the buttons. (Or whatever it is you do at a Pirate Radio).

I know Bill Gates' smart-house will create a personal playlist based on preferences stored in that chip in your skull and pipe your music after you as you walk from room to room, but Apple have trumped him once again by extending the feature out into public places! With an astounding, apparently unique, magic-feature like this, I think I can mollify the upgrade desire for a few more years at least...

UPDATE: The Magic Lives On, and not just in the hearts of children, but within the electronic heart of my Magical iPod as well, as it continues to broadcast its playlists out through ethereal pipes and into the world around. Huzzah!

I’ve just finished watching the third episode of the last ever absolutely the last final full stop never again nine episodes of The Sopranos. And of these three episodes, two have featured tracks taken directly from my Best. Jazz. Ever. playlist on my iPod. First up was the sublime perfection of Dave Brubeck’s, ‘Take Five,’ which was followed two episodes later by Benny Goodman’s stomping, ‘Sing, Sing, Sing (With A Swing).’ If either of the next two episodes feature Charles Mingus’ pinnacle of jazz expression, ‘II B.S.’ I’m declaring this magic-to-be-or-not-to-be speculation officially settled.

UPDATE 2: I know you’ll think I’m joking, but there’s some freakshow over here who reckons he prefers—get this—his old 2nd-gen iPod to his new 5th-gen video iPod! I know, I know! Crazy fool. Hopefully he’ll let us know when the shuttle lands.

UPDATE 3: SO CLOSE! When laying down a fleece to test the Magicalness of my iPod, I chose to use my all time favourite jazz track, 'II B.S' by Charles Mingus. Well, I didn't manage to land that stomper, but the final Soprano's episode, did feature another of my Top Five favourite jazz tracks, Duke Ellington's standard, Caravan; a track I love so much I've collected 42 different versions of it (and counting). It wasn't my favourite version, but it was still a track on my iPod! So, how amazing is that? Three of my Top Five in the final run of seven episodes. Magic!

Friday, September 15, 2006

Naomi bemoans so-called "friends of mine".

When those Beaconsfield miners got into a spot of trouble earlier this year, Today Tonight’s Naomi Robson was first, well, second... alright, last on the scene (but better late than never), ready to give her support and lend a hand where she could. Which, I might add, she did admirably, and those miners owe their lives to her ceaseless labour on their behalf. But fast forward five months and things are a little different. Now Naomi finds herself in a stew, and are Todd and Brant prepared to dig in and help her out? Apparently not! I’ve not seen or heard a thing of them. Stuck down another mine, or too busy roo shootin’, sorry, spending time with the family? I can't say for sure.

Man, you find out who your friends are when cannibals are trying to eat you, don’t you?

Sunday, August 27, 2006

Great expectations.

It’s probably a bit late to start watching Charles Dickens' Bleak House now, (that's Charles Dickens with one ‘K’, not the well-known Dutch author), as the final episode was just shown, but if you have the means, I highly recommend picking it up on DVD; if only to see what Wedge looks like when he’s 59. Although I guess that link'll do just as well. Certainly cheaper. Although not as satisfying as Bleak House was brilliant. Such an amazing cast and so many incredible performances. I'll be saying "Oh m'bones! Shake me up, Judy," for years to come. For which, Kate, I apologise in advance. :-)

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Go figure.

So apparently a couple of the mouth-breathers on Big Brother were having a discussion about why the game show they were on had the name it did. ‘Big Brother’ didn’t seem right. Wouldn’t ‘Father Figure’ be a better name?

Gretel, of course, smirked it for all it was worth, presenting them with their own copies of ‘Nineteen Eighty-Four’ once they were evicted. I didn’t see the presentation, but I can just imagine the smarm. “Here you go, dummies. Go and read a book and get yourself an education,” like she’s so much better than they are. Sure, they should have at least a vague awareness of where Big Brother comes from, but I reckon the greater sin is committed by Gretel. She’s (apparently) read the book, knows who Big Brother is, and yet is still comfortable using the name for her fluffy, vacuous, trivial bit of nothing of a game show. That's what's really tragic. George Orwell's spinning so fast he could power a small city.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

The Aras End of the World.

(Here be Survivor: Exile Island spoilers.)

Glory be. Some guy called Arse just won the current series of Survivor! Well, it’s spelt ‘Aras’ but everyone was clearly pronouncing it ‘arse’. Or maybe he was just really unpopular and they actually were calling him ‘arse’? I don’t know, I’ve never watched Survivor. Kate happened to have it on and she pointed out his unfortunate name as I was passing by. If I’d known this earlier I would have had money on him to win. Anyone who’s gone through school with a name like ‘Aras’ is clearly a survivor. I guess he’s lucky he’s American where I gather most people would draw a distinction between ‘ass’ and ‘Aras’. Either way, I’m adding his name to my list of names to never call my children. Yes, I have a list. I also have a list of surnames I’d be uncertain of keeping if I happened to be born with one of them.
My Top 5 Surnames You'd Better Have A Good Reason For Keeping (work-in-progress)
5. Tinkler
4. Roughead
3. Hercock
2. Cobbledick
1. Manlove
I just read a book by Colin Manlove. Imagine being Aras Manlove. Hmm, no thanks.

Monday, June 12, 2006

Credit where credits are due.

(Here be Six Feet Under spoilers.)

I cannot count the times I sat exhausted, reeling in response to another high-intensity episode of the brilliant Six Feet Under, when Pete "Copperart" Smith (Network 9’s ubiquitous voiceover man), would bust in, trample the closing theme and vomit all over me with his pointless promo for some upcoming piece of nothing.

I know they need to advertise, but it always seemed so inappropriate, especially with a show like SFU. Instead of being a quiet moment of music and introspection that allowed you to disengage and start to process, it became a desperate scramble for the remote so you could hit Mute before Pete would hove into view and kill the moment.

One of the best things about watching SFU via… other means than network TV, besides being able to set your own agenda, was the freedom from Pete and his inane blather. So it was with great pleasure (although great sympathy as well) that I read the following letter in this week’s Green Guide.
If I hadn’t heard it I wouldn’t have believed it. Seven seconds into the closing credits of Monday night’s Six Feet Under, just after Nate had died, a Channel Nine voice-over said “We hope you enjoyed Six Feet Under. Tonight 10:30, we’ll have you laughing with brand new Comedy Inc, the series where no-one is safe and nothing is sacred, taking aim at the living and the dead.” Unbelievable.
Chris Page, East Malvern.
Sadly, Chris; it’s not unbelievable at all. Seems like a fitting epitaph for Six Feet’s run on network TV.

Sunday, May 21, 2006

Spooked.

(Here be Spooks spoilers). Allow me to set the scene.

London. Present day. MI5 are attempting to infiltrate a mosque where they believe acts of terrorism are being planned. They are eventually able to get an agent inside, who informs them that a young boy is being prepared to martyr himself. When the day of action arrives, the boy is readied in a warehouse before heading to the strike zone. MI5 learns of the boy’s location and agents race to stop him. The boy flees the warehouse and into the busy playground of a neighbouring kindergarten where he prepares to detonate his explosives.


In the nick of a time, an agent disturbs him and the boy flees through a fence to an empty basketball court where he is surrounded. Two agents approach and attempt to talk him down.


But negotiations fail, and he triggers his vest.


As body parts and other debris fly through the air, a blue banner zips suddenly onto screen!


As agents rush desperately towards their fallen friends, we’re delightfully informed that ‘3 Non-Blondes’ is up next!



Well, wacky do. I’ll be sure to stay tuned. Thanks for letting me know. I thought the Mother of All Watermarks was irritating, but this takes things to a whole new level. Spooks is often intense, and as the events of this episode reach their tragic climax - a split second after a young boy has killed himself and murdered an innocent man - the network saunters in and urinates over everyone. Way to go. Good work everyone.

Monday, May 01, 2006

untitle

sorry haven't got time to write now im just headng off to beaconsfield, tasmania. I'm... not sure why... but all the news anchors and Naomi Robson andthe like are running their shows live from ther I'm... not sure why... so I think it must be important and theres a needfor me to be there too

UPDATE: (Wednesday) Well I'm back from Tasmania and I've got to say I'm... disillusioned? Disappointed? When I got down there I discovered that Naomi was just hanging around her broadcast area getting her make-up reapplied while drinking gin and tonics. She wasn't down the pit helping to dig the trapped miners out. Sting was down there, which was no surprise because everyone knows he's a good digger, although I don't know if the miners are actual fans of his or not, so it was good to see someone helping out and not just getting in the way. I don't know, I guess all the news anchors need to be there because... no, I still have no idea why they need to be there.

Repeating my main story: I'm back, although you've already read that, but I thought you might like to be told again. Still to come: why don't you just wait and see? Surprise yourself.

Sunday, April 23, 2006

Big bother over nothing.

OMG OMG AWESOME AWESOME 2NITE IS THE NITE I LITERALLY CANNOT WAIT 2 FIND OUT WHAT BIG BROTHERS “WORLD-FIRST” THAT THEY HAVE PROMISED WILL SHOCK ME IS GOING TO BE IM SO EXCITED I JUST CANT HIDE IT I CANT WAIT I CANT WAIT MY HEAD IS LITERALLY ABOUT TO EXPLODE!!!

Or not. No-one loves their hyperbole more than Channel 10, but they’ve failed to deliver so, so, so many times that their ads now provoke nothing within me but apathy and exhaustion. Wonder too, I guess; wonder at how they can continually get so excited over nothing, and find the enthusiasm and inspiration to talk up a vacuum.

It’s like how they love to promote Australian telemovies as being WORLD EXCLUSIVES. Yeah, because the US TV networks were just banging down Channel 10’s door, desperate to get first-run rights for the latest Aussie telemovie. Talkin’ loud, sayin’ nothing. It’s pretentious and it’s pathetic. I think I’d be more likely to watch if they just said, “Hey this new telemovie’s pretty good. Worth checking out. Maybe give it a look?” Not working, Channel 10, not working.

“But ah-ha,” you cry, “clearly their advertising IS working because you noticed it and now you’re talking about it!” Yes I noticed it; I also notice dog poo on the footpath, and I am talking about it, but not in a positive way (and to, what? an audience of five people?) And talking isn’t the same as watching.

I cannot conceive of any possible WORLD-FIRST revelation that would convince me to watch the new Big Brother, short of Gretel being stuck in front of a brick wall and shot… now that’d be a world-first, and it’d certainly be a shock… oh Channel 10, don’t tell me? Don’t tell me you’re finally going to deliver on your bluster? Hey, even better, what about if they raised the furiously-spinning George Orwell from the dead and he got to pull the trigger himself? Ratings gold!

You know, I don’t think they will. The 'shock' will come, the 'shock' will go, everyone’ll shrug their shoulders, say, “meh, whatever,” and life will trundle on as before.

Saturday, April 15, 2006

Winter in South Park.

I have of course added her to the collection, but I felt that Winter deserved her own South Park post.

Friday, March 31, 2006

Lost punctuation.

As if Lost didn’t have enough problems. The ponderous pace of the plotting, the characters’ exceptionally poor communication and conflict resolution skills, its myriad empty clues that lead to nothing… well, they might, but you’ll have to wait for the finale of Season 17 to find out what. Well, we can now add bad subtitle punctuation to the list.


Look at this poor man! He just happened to glance down and see that subtitle, and now he’s awash in shame at his association with the show. He just can’t believe what his eyes are seeing. Although maybe the subtitles are right and that actually is the correct translation. “You are husband, Jin is wife. Your whole relationship is completely dysfunctional!” Or maybe ‘husband’ is the Korean word for ‘annoying’? I couldn’t say, as the only Korean word I know is ‘annyong’, which doesn’t mean annoying, but does look a lot like it! Maybe that’s a clue?

Or maybe this ‘unintentional error’ is actually another profound and incredibly clever (wink-wink) clue about the reality of The Others?!!! Maybe The Others are seeking to disrupt the laws of punctuation through manipulation of the earth’s magnetic field? Who can say? What am I missing? Wait, let me guess: nothing?

Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Shoe-horning a metaphor into a bleeding simile, or something.

I’d rather eat the ubiquitous Mx “newspaper” than read it. But sometimes when I’m on the train, I’ll catch a serve in the face from the person opposite, as I glance up while turning the page of whatever foundational work of world literature I happen to be enjoying at the time. I caught the headline of the article below the other day, and had to bring it home to share.


‘Lost Dogs are no Bass and Flinders as they try to find their station in life’? Wow! This sub-editor just couldn’t let it go, could they? They had an overstuffed bale of puns and come hell or high water they were gunna get ‘em all in, no matter what no-one had to say about it, ya hear?! So, take a second and try to guess what the article's about. Go on.

All done? How'd you go? Here for your edification is the text in full.
Lost Dogs are no Bass and Flinders as they try to find their station in life

Bulldog Scott West’s football skills meant nothing today as he took part in a variation of the popular TV show The Amazing Race. West even tried to bribe a club official to help get his team away from Flinders St station and back on to the quickest path around Melbourne. The Bulldogs were split into groups and had to find clues to their next destination.

Great story, and it’s clever you see because the men in the photo play for the Bulldogs and they’re playing a navigation type game so there’s a chance they could be lost and there’s an organization called the Lost Dogs Home so that ties that together and the Lost Dogs (he, he) are at Flinders St station and there’s a famous Australian explorer called Flinders who would have had to navigate so that ties them together and they’re trying to find something so let’s say it’s a station in life, or something although I’m not sure how that applies and Flinders knocked about with Bass which is a fish so let’s get that in there because... well because he and Flinders always went fishing together and the Lost Dogs (he, he) are no Bass and Flinders because they’re trying to bribe som… wait a minute, there’s no bribe pun in the title… um, 'Here Comes the Bribe'? Yes! Because he’s moving forwards! So, revise; let’s bring it all together: “Here Comes the Bribe as Lost Dogs show they’re no Bass and Flinders as they try to find their station in life and stuff.” Gold! And I get paid by the word! High Five!

My irritation with the article was all the more as it reminded me how bad Season 8 of The Amazing Race has been, and not just because they continue to call ‘clues’, what should clearly be called ‘instructions’. Those boring old sods at Oxford call a ‘clue’: a fact or piece of evidence that helps to clarify a mystery or solve a problem. If there’s no mystery or problem to solve, it’s not a ‘clue’, it’s an ‘instruction’, which is: a direction or order. I’ve only watched the last few seasons, so maybe there was a time when they had to use clues to solve puzzles, but not anymore. Now it’s just “Go to Point A and get directions to Point B”. Boring. Kate called this season “The Amazing Disgrace” and she’s got it right. Hopefully next season’ll improve.

Well I wandered off-topic, but that’s ok. If you hadn’t already read it on the train yourself, I hope you enjoyed catching up on some riveting Doggie news. Woof, woof.

Sunday, February 26, 2006

Waterlogged.

Australians all, let us rejoice, for we are relatively watermark free. If you think our TV station watermarks are irritating, try watching the UK's 'Sky One' sometime. How’s this for distracting?



I’m finding that I just filter watermarks out nowadays. Like banner ads on websites, I rarely notice them, and (unlike banner ads), they’re actually quite handy when you’re trying to tune a VCR manually, which, you know, I do all the time…

Then I started watching Battlestar Galactica and discovered the Mother of all Watermarks. No matter how dramatic or intense a scene, few things drag you back to reality faster the Sky One (did we mention this is an EXCLUSIVE) logo buzzing around a character's face like some oversize mosquito. Poor old Apollo looks like he's got a band-aid across his nose, and Adama looks like he could be a hologram! At least the DVDs are clean, so we can always take refuge there, but I wonder if it’s just a matter of time before studio watermarks start appearing there as well?

I’ll never complain about Australian network television again. He, he. As if.

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

The Lion, etc.

Did you hear me being interviewed on the radio the other week about my thoughts on The Lion, The Witch & The Wardrobe? Ok sure, I was actually just one of a number of callers to ABC talkback, and yes, it was a discussion with Tracy Bartram, but my voice still travelled out across the length and breadth of this wide, brown land we call home... well, across Victoria anyway.

Tracy didn’t like the film, but that’s ok because I don’t like Tracy. I find her irritating, like lemon juice flicked into your eyes.

Tracy was hosting the 774 Breakfast Program while Red Symons was on holiday, and I’ll tell you, there are few things that can snap you into consciousness faster than the coarse sound of Tracy’s voice in the morning. Like a sharp jab to the larynx, it slices through the fog of slumber and wrenches you awake, triggering an apoplectic fit as you flounder frantically for the Snooze button.

Anyway, just as I was about to hurl the alarm clock at the wall, Tracy asked for listeners to phone in with their opinions of the Narnia movie, and started to give her own. My curiosity was captured, and my hand was stayed. For the moment at least. As I said before, she didn’t like it, which put her at odd with her callers, who all did. I wasn’t going to call in, but then I heard her say that one thing that irritated her was that you’ve got these English children in a very English movie and then they go through the wardrobe and the first creature they meet is an American beaver! To me, the beavers’ British accents placed their origin elsewhere, so I thought I’d call to set her straight.

The show’s producer answered the phone and asked for my name and suburb, which I gave her. “Did you like the film,” she asked? “Yes, I did,” I replied. “Ah, good. So did I. She’s on her own here.” He, he.

When I got through to Tracy I told her I liked the film but that I was calling because she’d said that the beavers were American when they were clearly English. The only American accent came from Morgrim the wolf. “Oh no,” she clarified, “I meant the beaver is an American animal.” One wonders why Tracy was troubled at seeing an American beaver in an English setting, but not an African lion, and a… well, you know, a faun, a unicorn, a centaur, and a minotaur? She asked me what I thought of the evil wolf being given an American accent, and I said I found it quite refreshing. Villains, more often than not, have British accents, while the heroes have American ones, as in Star Wars, for example, so I thought it was nice to see it the other way around. She said she guessed that was what was good about the ABC, that everyone was entitled to express their own opinion. I asked if she was going to read the book, and she said she had no intention of doing so. Which is a shame.

So yes, I was very happy with The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. Not a perfect film, but a very satisfying adaptation of the book. I thought Lucy and Edmund were brilliant. Great casting. Peter and Susan were mostly irritating, though fortunately not to the extent of Lucy from the 80’s TV series, who made me want to bash her head in with a paving stone. I also liked how the animals were just animals, and didn’t wear clothes like they did in the TV series. Strangely enough, they looked more dignified without pants on!

I thought the character development in the film was a little heavy-handed and awkward at times, particularly when it came to showing how selfish and irresponsible Edmund was. Yes, I get it! Move on! I don’t know if I would have had Liam Neeson’s voice for Aslan. His voice had the warmth and strength I was expecting, but not the majesty. Maybe James Earl Jones would’ve made the whole thing seem like The Lion King 2, but that’s who I’ve long heard as Aslan. He’s just incredible. (Except when he’s Darth Vader screaming “Noooooooo!” like some overacting, B-grade hack. Then he’s just awful; but, to be fair, I don’t think anyone could have made that line work.)

Contrary to some early reports, the film wasn’t cunning Christian proselytising designed to poison children’s minds with Christian values and soften them up like some sort of pre-evangelism. The underlying allegory was there if you wanted to see it, and easy to miss if you didn’t. In fact, if you didn’t know anything about Christianity, the Christian references would go right over your head. I think a lot of people have been getting too worked up over the issue. The story may be influenced by that of Christianity, but, as Age writer Philippa Hawker recently pointed out, it’s also influenced by “E. Nesbit, Enid Blyton, The Wind in the Willows, Greek mythology, Norse tales, Hans Christian Andersen and schoolboy chivalric fantasies”. Whatever its influences are, I think it’s a wonderful story with a positive message that anyone can enjoy and benefit from hearing.

So one down, somewhere between four and six more to go, depending on who you talk to (apparently not all the books would do well as films). I just hope they make The Last Battle (and make it well), which is my favourite of the Narnia books. Actually, I wonder if people will still call this one ‘Narnia’ when the other films are out? I know ‘The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe’ is a bit of a mouthful, but that, not ‘Narnia’, is the film’s title. Yes, yes, The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe is the actual title, but if you have to shorten anything it should be the book title, not the series title. What’s wrong with “The Lion, etc.” for example? I think that’s what I’ll use. Maybe people will call them Narnia 1, Narnia 2, and so on? I guess we’ll find out soon enough.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

15 minutes of South Park.


Look, it's me on South Park. Wheee. Fun.

Make your own with the South Park Studio, then take a screen shot and email it to me so I can start a collection here!

First up, here's William.



Here's Nee Hancock.



And Jay as well. Hilarious. That is so bang on.



Here's Kate, at home with a cuppa.



Davidic, complete with a touch of Supes.



And Blythe, with her camera and its redundant flash! Nice.



CK, fighting poverty.



And, oh my gosh, JJ, this is so close it's incredible. Gold!



Here's Davet after a night of gaming, his Networking Bag of Joy in hand to solve all our networking problems.



And here's Lisa, all the way from Bangladesh, enjoying a balmy summer’s night!



And Adrian too, with his satchel (or "man bag", as some would unkindly call it).



Here's Ahab, appropriately kitted out exclusively with Sony and Star Wars merchandise.



And if there's anyone who could get away with using this smile, it's Bomber.



Of course, I need to mark the arrival of Winter.