Hmm...just saw Star Trek and am not quite suresies how my frontal lobe feals about it. One one hand the acting was pretty darn phenom. Chris Pine is the ultimate pretty boy, and my main reason for not sprinting to the cinema the moment it opened, (I don't trust unhuman good looks) but he was really quite brilliant. I looked him up afterwards and discovered that he has a degree, which makes him okay in my book. Unfortunately there aren't many women, which is where my problems with it begin, but in my tradition of lists in this blog thus far here is a list of other grievances I had with the film:
1. Spoiler Alert for all you pretend Trekki's who are obviously not real trekki's because you still haven't seen the film. Time Travel is SUCH A COP OUT. plus the way it is dealt with in this film is not my personal timr travel taste. There are two options for time travel in film/literature etc: a) when a character travels back in time they exist in a parallel universe that will effect the outcome of their 'other self' but will not change their life in the future. and b) when a character travels back in time it does not effect their future life because the time travel happened in the past, therefore it already happened in the future life and they are only carrying out events as they will inevitably unfold. Guh, brain hurts. This is hard to describe. Plus there are some very rowdy teenagers outside my window and two loud dogs barking which is disrupting my thought flow.
Anyway, if you can somehow follow what i have just illiterately garbled Star Trek deals with the first method of timr travel and thus the film takes place in a totally alternate universe meaning that none of the characters will grow up to have the same adventures as the cast of the tv show. This is the most cronicles of ridic thing i have ever seen. But of course was only done so that they can produce many sequels without having to worry about keeping in line with the series.
I am just taking a quick break to apply teeth whitening gel...hold on.
righty tighty.
2. I simply don't see the point in watching a Star Trek film in which the characters are not, in actual fact, the people in the series.
3.The original Star Trek was a moral and social commentary. This is decidedly not. In fact at one point Spok expresses a wish not to show mercy in the name of diplomacy, and instead let the bad guy die! Totally out of character. Would never happen. sorry but you know I'm right.
4. The female characters, oops i mean character; there's only one, (not counting Winona ryder but I will get to that in a minute) is megolithically attractive but bland as porridge.
5. Winona Ryder plays a sixty year old woman. Which seems unfair to actual sixty year olds, who i bet would love to get cast now and again.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
(Not A) Mission Statement
Today i spent some time pondering what this Bllarg...I mean blog's theme should be. I could go down the route of delightful Gwyneth Paltrow and post little pseudo intellectual paragraphs detailing my opinions as if they were arty-farty fact. I could give advice, or try out products like those 'Bump-it's' that look so amusing to me, or the sand away your leg hair thingy's that are clearly the Shamwow! for your legs. i don't have the comedic skills to write a witty topical news blog, nor do i have any pets/children/ghosts that I could blog about. So. To cut my ramblings off at the knees, i decided to write about nostalgia, poetry, movies and feminism (oh, don;t you be put off by the f-word, there's plenty of fun to be had discussing the inequality of women, honest!) i happen to know something about each of these things, and I hope you might be interested in at least one of them too.
Soda pop. To begin. As it happens i will be leaving the sunny city of Toronto in a month, and heading East to London. England. Not ontario. Oh god no. Anycajoodles, as an outsider in canada I have cautiously been able to observe the Canadian in her natural habitat. i have gotten quite close to them, without too many nasty encounters, and have even been surreptitiously living with one (posing as one of them with the help of a plaid shirt) for the past four years. Here are some of the particulars about this country and species i have noted in my journals:
1. 'Eh' is an amazing word! There's just nothing like it in England. It's the best way of asking if someone agrees with you without sounding really insecure.
2. Canadians are obsessed with plaid. yellow, red, green, it's seriously everywhere.
3. Raccoons continue to look like jailbirds to me. Yes, it has been five years since i first screamed and ran from a Raccoon but they continue to unnerve me.
4. In Canada you can see the horizon from almost anywhere.
5. Tim Hortons is the God of the north. I prefer the more traditional European deities to be perfectly honest.
6. Canadian's (or at least many that I've met) can be very 'keeping up with the Jones's.' Obsessed with hot tubs, snowmobile's, and plasma screen tv's.
7. Canadians talk. a lot. and not in a bad way. I spent the first few months that i was here practically mute in company, but soon i began to acquire the talent of growing gradually louder to keep the attention on yourself. or there's the attention grabbing non sequiteur. But seriously, in Canada it is not possible to venture outside of your hovel without having a lengthy conversation with at least one friendly stranger.
Soda pop. To begin. As it happens i will be leaving the sunny city of Toronto in a month, and heading East to London. England. Not ontario. Oh god no. Anycajoodles, as an outsider in canada I have cautiously been able to observe the Canadian in her natural habitat. i have gotten quite close to them, without too many nasty encounters, and have even been surreptitiously living with one (posing as one of them with the help of a plaid shirt) for the past four years. Here are some of the particulars about this country and species i have noted in my journals:
1. 'Eh' is an amazing word! There's just nothing like it in England. It's the best way of asking if someone agrees with you without sounding really insecure.
2. Canadians are obsessed with plaid. yellow, red, green, it's seriously everywhere.
3. Raccoons continue to look like jailbirds to me. Yes, it has been five years since i first screamed and ran from a Raccoon but they continue to unnerve me.
4. In Canada you can see the horizon from almost anywhere.
5. Tim Hortons is the God of the north. I prefer the more traditional European deities to be perfectly honest.
6. Canadian's (or at least many that I've met) can be very 'keeping up with the Jones's.' Obsessed with hot tubs, snowmobile's, and plasma screen tv's.
7. Canadians talk. a lot. and not in a bad way. I spent the first few months that i was here practically mute in company, but soon i began to acquire the talent of growing gradually louder to keep the attention on yourself. or there's the attention grabbing non sequiteur. But seriously, in Canada it is not possible to venture outside of your hovel without having a lengthy conversation with at least one friendly stranger.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Blog is a nasty word
I can't shake this feeling of shame that comes with every word I blog in this flijibbing blog. Buut this is supposed to be the new Town Crier so i suppose it is necessary if i want to share my opinions with the Townsfolk.
When I was young and fancy free I promised lots of things to the world at large. Most of which were things I would NEVER DO when I grew up. Lying lazily in bed this morning i got to kitchen sinking about all of those things, and the ones which I have indeed kept my word on.
1. I will never stop playing imaginary games. (I have not stopped, nor am i likely to smell the stench of reality anytime soon as I have chosen the fantastical career path of the writer/actor. But i challenge any of you who scoff at my imaturity. To you I say this: Isn't it so much more fun, on the long walk home from the grocery store, to be a Norwegian spy stealthily bringing supplies back to your comrades in your secret city lair, rather than fixate on the pain in your arms?)
2.I will never eat couscous. (i dropped the ball here. I actually quite like the rice impersinator now).
3. I will never say, write, or even think the short form of Laugh Out Loud. Shudder. (Never have never will).
Alas my brain fails me now, as i can't remember anymore pledges to my adult self. I must now forrage in the kitchen for somw grub. maybe couscous. maybe bear paws with marmalade.
Toodles my fellow pea pods.
3.
When I was young and fancy free I promised lots of things to the world at large. Most of which were things I would NEVER DO when I grew up. Lying lazily in bed this morning i got to kitchen sinking about all of those things, and the ones which I have indeed kept my word on.
1. I will never stop playing imaginary games. (I have not stopped, nor am i likely to smell the stench of reality anytime soon as I have chosen the fantastical career path of the writer/actor. But i challenge any of you who scoff at my imaturity. To you I say this: Isn't it so much more fun, on the long walk home from the grocery store, to be a Norwegian spy stealthily bringing supplies back to your comrades in your secret city lair, rather than fixate on the pain in your arms?)
2.I will never eat couscous. (i dropped the ball here. I actually quite like the rice impersinator now).
3. I will never say, write, or even think the short form of Laugh Out Loud. Shudder. (Never have never will).
Alas my brain fails me now, as i can't remember anymore pledges to my adult self. I must now forrage in the kitchen for somw grub. maybe couscous. maybe bear paws with marmalade.
Toodles my fellow pea pods.
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