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Bleeding Hearts, Then & Now

Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End

They killed Norrington! Those Bastards.

(The rest was passable, except for the complete waste of Chow-Yun Fat. Gah.)

Look Maw, I kin draw!

"Inferis found that she received a lot more dinner invites in the summertime - barbeque season, to be precise."

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What is it about bad boys?

"The crazy matricidal homicidal serial killer who eats brains is not hot. The evil serial killer is, I repeat, not hot. (pause) Except for the part where he totally is. (sigh)"

Blair Forever(ish)

"Watch out, Gordon Brown!"

"No, seriously, I haven't been drinking. Why do you ask?"

"I shall call it... Bluegrass."

Penny for its thoughts

"Damn Paparrazzi."

Hot Fuzz

Hot Fuzz: worth the price of admission just to watch Simon Pegg kick a granny in the face.

This would be the non-hardwired stuff, then?

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Shiver me timbers, or some such nonsense

My pirate name is:

Mad Charity Vane

Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. You tend to blend into the background occaisionally, but that's okay, because it's much easier to sneak up on people and disembowel them that way. Arr!

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One has to do something to pass the time until POTC 3 comes out...

Life on Mars

Is Sam Tyler mad, in a coma, or back in time?

We don't know yet, but Life on Mars is still made of awesome.

Supernatural

Two (really hot) brothers fight evil (hotly). And Denny is their Dad.

Bye Bye Birdie

Now Playing: Justin Timberlake - What Goes Around

So spring has sprung, and the birds just won't bloody shut up about it -

Oh Noes

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Was v disheartened to realize that 95% of my phone conversations (& pretty much all of my msn convos) can be summed up thusly -

Oh noes, indeed.

Perumazhakkalam

A man has been sentenced to death for the accidental murder of his friend, and the only way to save him is for the wife of his victim to sign a pardon - easier said than done.

This intense, beautifully-acted movie was later remade as Dor, a far inferior film.

Thou shalt not covet stuff

Me wants my precious nowww...

Green Wing

It's Grey's Anatomy - only funnier, made of crack, and British.

El Laberinto del Fauno (Pan's Labyrinth)

A beautifully directed & absorbing (though rather violent) film about a young girl's quest to prove her identity.

Down and Definitely Out

Now Playing: David Bowie - Life on Mars?

This picture was forwarded to me with the heading, "India-Pakistan Unity At Last" before the fatal India-Sri Lanka game last Friday.


The first World Cup match I watched was the 1996 India-Pakistan Quarter-Final. India batted first, and despite an early batting collapse (which still pales in comparison to the shambles we were against Bangladesh and Sri Lanka) rallied to post 287, and beat Pakistan by 39 runs. It was exciting, involving Cricket and it made me a fan for life.

This year, there's going to be no perching on the edge of the couch, no yelling "Howzat?" in unison with the bowler, no groaning "What is wrong with the Umpire?" - there's not going to be a World Cup, because India's going home early.

On top of that, a man's been murdered.

What is wrong with this World Cup?

A Billion Behind Blue

and still we couldn't make it.

(Picture from Getty Images & Cricinfo)

Why the Internet makes you crazy, part 6

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I *heart* Heroes. There, I said it. Y'know, the night of 4th March, when it turned out there were no more new episodes till the end of April? That funny wail you heard? Yep, that was me.

Although the fates of the various characters are in limbo until April 23rd or thereabouts, they are alive (and kicking, and whining) in cyberspace. That's right, they're blogging. That includes my TV-boyfriend Mohinder Suresh, everyone's favourite overprotective TV father & that old cliche, the politician with a heart of gold.

Totally unofficial, of course, but anything that fuels my delusions of Mohinder surviving the Winchester Treatment is fine by me.

Fire in the Sky

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Winter Fingers

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Dean said, Sam said

Why are more people not watching this show?

A Glutton for Punishment

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Being a fan of the Indian cricket team is like being in an abusive relationship. When things go well – as the first India versus South Africa test did – you think, “Wow, maybe from now on it’ll always be like this!” But then things go downhill again – like the 2^nd and 3^rd test – and still you stick with the team, hoping against hope that things will look up again in time for the World Cup.

*sigh*

Anyway, it’s not like being a Leafs fan is any better.

*double sigh*

Don't drink the water

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"What? I can't take a quick dip to escape the Mediterranean heat?"

It's like a buffet... but with people!

Children of Men: "Yeah, it's a miracle, innit?"

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Ted Chiang is said to have remarked that what distinguishes science-fiction and fantasy is possibility; science-fiction describes that which may one day be possible, whereas fantasy describes that which we can never have. So which is Children of Men?

It is 2027, and the world has gone to hell in a handbasket. Women haven’t been able to have children for more than eighteen years, and the resulting despair has pushed humanity into a chaotic frenzy of destruction. The lone holdout is Britain - bastion of civilization & rescuer of art from the pillaging hordes – but also a totalitarian regime where refugees are herded into cages and the state engages in torture. Theo (Clive Owen) has grown cynical and weary in this world without hope, when an old lover, Julian (Julianne Moore), leader of a resistance group called ‘The Fishes’, asks him for his help transporting a girl to the coast past security checkpoints. The girl, Kee (Claire-Hope Ashitey) is sullen, childish – and pregnant. Her only hope, and perhaps that of humanity, lies with her getting to a boat named Tomorrow, which will take her to the mysterious Human Project. Theo, at first recruited because his influential cousin can get them papers to get past the checkpoints, soon finds himself Kee’s de facto guardian and protector, and the two set out on a journey that is by turns frightening and moving.

Children of Men’s real power lies in the potentiality of the reality it depicts. Discard the device of the infertile women, and the rest of the picture – a world in total chaos – is one that becomes more and more possible with every passing day. In 2027, British citizens by and large ignore the human rights outrages that go on underneath their noses, just as now, developed countries turn a blind eye towards suffering elsewhere. For example, more than 52,563 Iraqi civilians have died because of war-related violence since 2003 – but if you include other effects, such as destruction of infrastructure, worsening healthcare, lawlessness, the numbers go up – massively – to 654,965 deaths, or 2.5% of the population, since 2003. And yet, Iraq remains on the periphery of our collective consciousness? But I digress. There are no flying cars in Alfonso Cuaron’s 2027 – it is our world, with way more flat-screen televisions and a lot more grime; rickshaws in the streets of London, and deer ambling through abandoned schools. That we learn a lot about the world in 2027, is to Cuaron’s credit, especially since he does it without clunky expository dialogue (which, apparently, he hates.) We hear an ad for a government-endorsed euthanasia medication in a train, or watch a message exhorting Citizens to denounce illegal aliens, & 2027 feels real, and all too possible.

Clive Owen’s Theo is as real and compelling as the world he inhabits, and rightly so, because at its heart, Children of Men is about Theo’s journey, from its beginning in London, to its end in – but I won’t spoil it for you. Theo’s actually quite like Ian Rankin’s John Rebus – a drunken sadsack one should never underestimate – but unlike Rebus, Theo never picks up a gun, and when he resorts to violence you know that he is as shocked and scared and squicked out as you are – and that’s especially remarkable considering Owen was on the short-list to play Bond and that some of his best work has involved him playing hard men (I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead, Sin City). It’s wonderful work by Owen and one hopes he gets some kind of award recognition for it. Claire-Hope Ashitey is a wonderful foil for him – Kee is irreverent, curious and wonderfully vital, picking out names for her child – Frolly, Bazooka – as gunfire blazes around them. Michael Caine, as Theo’s pot-smoking friend Jasper, is a joy to watch as always, as are Julianne Moore and Chiwetel Ejiofor as Luke, one of Julian’s Fishes.

Children of Men is not, by any means, a fun movie – but it is a great one, well worth the watch.

PS – You know how I said the movie was real? One exception – in a conversation with Jasper, Theo mentions that an ex-girlfriend of his left him to join a religious group whose members self-flagellate to do penance for their sins. Now I’m good with suspension of disbelief, but please. As if anyone who was dating Clive Owen would dump him in favour of self-inflicted pain!

Turning and turning in the widening gyre

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Because Edna St Vincent Millay makes my heart ache, and because the world is tipping over into ruin, here's a poem from Second April.

Mariposa

Butterflies are white and blue
In this field we wander through.
Suffer me to take your hand.
Death comes in a day or two.

All the things we ever knew
Will be ashes in that hour,
Mark the transient butterfly,
How he hangs upon the flower.

Suffer me to take your hand.
Suffer me to cherish you
Till the dawn is in the sky.
Whether I be false or true,
Death comes in a day or two.

So go carpe those diems in 2007, y'hear?