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10 Reasons to see Transformers 3: Dark of the Moon
The latest Transformers movie has been critically panned from virtually every corner. Danny Leigh off that BBC show with Claudia Winkleface is even calling for strike action to boycott the movie in The Guardian and thus send a message to studio execs. But outside elite film critics there must still be a demand for Michael Bay's franchise. And I bet those of you that are glass half full kind of people, are crying out for some positivity. Wail no more optimistic readers.
1) Transformers 3: Dark of the Moon is based on a pretty sound and promising premise. It draws on one of the most historic moments in human civilization, the 1969 moon landing, to give a story about toys some narrative heft for the adults. The space race, we discover, was not just a competitive dash to the stars but a sprint for the wreckage of an Autobot ship, containing some alien tech with Godlike powers. But hang on the astronauts look round for a bit and then come home again rather uneventfully…
Aside from the idea there's the title itself. I mean it's pretty damn cool to make a film with the same name as a legendary Pink Floyd album! Oh wait, there's a word missing. But they say Dark Side of the Moon in the movie? Maybe Michael Bay (or some lawyers) decided it was snappier to drop a word.
2) Or perhaps no one wanted to limit this film to just the one "side". There are at least three sides available because Transformers 3: Dark of the Moon is out in 3D. In fact with the juggernaut of 3D films slowing, its supporters in the industry are said to be pinning their hopes on Bay's blockbuster because his trademark CGI pyrotechnics look stunning via the magic shades. I saw it in 2D because I wasn't keen on paying more for a film I didn't really want to endure. But let's stick with the positives.
Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen makes a case for being one of the worst films of all time. I haven't even seen it (mostly because of the sheer force of the derision) but you know a film is bad when its director and star use words like "shit" and "crap" just seconds after they are no longer contractually obliged to promote it. The original Transformers was surprisingly good though and critical consensus is that this is substantially better than the sequel. The downside for Michael "Boom-Bang-Bam" Bay is that most reviewers are merely saying Transformers 3 is better to illustrate how atrociously bad the second instalment was.
3) Damn I said I would stick with the positives didn't I? Well there are always two big ticks alongside Michael Bay's name. He is consistent and he always provides plenty of bangs for your buck. I saw the first Transformers by accident all those years ago and I was won over primarily by Bay's competent handling of stuff frequently exploding into thousands of shards of glass and chunks of concrete. In Transformers 3, if you stick with it for over an hour, you get to see Chicago flattened. In one scene the human characters slide through a skyscraper as it collapses. Then they slide through it again. Then more stuff blows up. Then some more. Then there's some slow mo. And a bit more. Something else goes bang. You lose interest.
4) Alright there are some negatives. Like the constantly annoying and yelping Shia LaBeouf.
5) But surely these are more than outweighed by the presence of Rosie Huntington-Whiteley? It was a big ask to find someone to replace Megan Fox's assets but British lingerie model Rosie was named FHM's sexiest woman of 2011. Physically she easily fills the implausibly hot girlfriend role. Bay knows he's working with a thing of beauty, panning the camera down her body in the middle of action sequences.
Unfortunately her performance has been chewed, swallowed, digested and vomited onto a pile of steaming fresh elephant dung by every single critic. Surprisingly I thought her acting was worse when she was simply required to scream. We see her getting dressed from behind briefly at one point and in a couple of revealing dresses but not sufficiently unclothed to warrant the price of admission. Having said that Bay does his best to reduce every single female extra to eye candy by ordering them to strut about or look scared in something short.
6) On the plus side! John Malkovich appears in what might be a mildly amusing but pointless cameo in a film that was at least an hour shorter.
7) Ken Jeong also shows up as essentially his character from The Hangover, minus any of the sometimes funny rudeness. He is vital to one of the many baffling and needless sub plots. Which leads me to reason number eight…
8) A glorious two and a half hour runtime may make any of the microscopically good things in this film meaningless but it has its beneficial effects as a sedative. You'll be capable of falling into a sleep so deep that a succession of nuclear wars wouldn't wake you after Bay has left you numbed and extremely bored by repetitive scenes of endless destruction.
9) Actually there aren't even 10 fake reasons to see it.
I have completely failed to live up to my nickname of Optimist Prime…
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Films that remind you of people – Amelie
Sometimes you really wish you could forget someone. Not because you want to but because you feel like you have to. People are forever telling you to "move on" from them, as if they were a shifty beggar in the street wasting your time. They have condemned you to the rubbish dump of their lives, so you should do the same. Whatever you manage to salvage from the wreckage of them will only remind you of the way things were before the crash, in a time you cannot travel back to. It's time for a new stage of your life, minus them.
There are days when it feels like you might be able to do it. There are loads of things to live for, more pluses than minuses dotting the horizon of the future. But the thing is life has a knack of throwing reminders your way that jolt you back to her, to him, to them, to there. Oh look, memory sneers in a stage whisper from the shadows, it's the bar you spent all night talking in, the river bank where you first kissed or the station she used to get off at. Even when you've succeeded in blanking them out from familiar places, their memories surprise you in other ways.
"This was our song" is a phrase you often hear from the devastated dumpee, just before their face melts in a cascade of noisy tears, possibly years after the breakup itself. Then there's the novel that becomes ostracised on the book shelf because of a strange connection you are suddenly seeing these days within its pages. Even their favourite paper or magazine can give you a slap in the newsagents occasionally.
Some of the worst offenders are films. There will be the trashy romantic comedy given inexplicable significance because it happened to be your first date. There will be films that divided you and films you wished them to see. And there will be some favourites of theirs you never found the time to watch.
This was the case for me as I finally watched Amelie in its entirety. I had seen bits of it but never the whole thing. I knew that the music was fantastically whimsical and enchanting. I had watched an uplifting scene via YouTube in which Amelie spirits a blind man along a street, vividly describing everything in a whirlwind of sensuous movement. I knew it was French and starred Audrey Tautou. And I knew it was one of the favourite films of someone I wish I could forget.
In a way I was desperate to hate Amelie. I knew what it would be like because I knew the people that liked it. I was hoping that it would try too hard, alienate me with its quirkyness and annoy me with its arty farty simplifications. There were times I felt a little like that. But mostly I loved it.
Why did I hope that I wouldn't? It was hard at points to be enjoying it so much because they enjoy it. How much easier it would have been to be repulsed and to have found another tiny reason to take another minute step forward and away from the past!
Amelie is about being alive, feeling alive and dreaming. It's about the smaller things, so particular and peculiar that they must be real, containing a touch of magic that makes life worthwhile. It is extremely funny and eccentric, fresh and unique.
It's the eccentricity that I thought might annoy me. I thought that Amelie might have been quirky for its own sake, as so many films of its ilk are. But Amelie's comedy is crucial to its success. It is almost self mocking at times with the ridiculous and random nature of its details.
In the opening twenty minutes I fell in love with the narration. Normally voiceover is catastrophic and awful. Perhaps Amelie's is so charming and intoxicating because it is French. Or perhaps it is that at once meaningful and light hearted tone, which doesn't take itself too seriously. Amelie feels like a novel throughout its enjoyable beginning which explains her tragic yet amusing childhood. Characters are brought to life instantly because of their odd habits and Amelie herself has baffling, childlike musings about the world which add to her appeal.
I was disappointed when the narration became less frequent throughout the film, which is extraordinary given my usual distaste for voiceover. I loved the musicality of the voice, the specific details it would come out with and the telling but mysterious insights we'd instantly learn about characters. Most of all I loved the way it seemed to mock any work of art trying much too hard to stand out.
But the retreat of the narrator brings Amelie herself to the foreground. The wonderful lines from the narrator are replaced by some witty and surprising scenes of dialogue. The visuals and sounds of the film grow and grow until modern day Paris seems like a wondrous place, with deserving and interesting souls to be saved on every corner.
I expected Amelie to be preachy, perhaps patronising or too desperate to be different. I wanted to dislike it for my own good. But in the end I am glad to have seen it. I liked it because it's good, not because of any associations it has with anyone. I thought it was unique and it made me feel alive and full of possibility, regardless of what others think. It's a beautiful and beguiling film that reminds us how life can be so too, with dreams coming true, big or small, out of nowhere.
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DVD Review: Sliding Doors
What if? It's a big question in all of our lives. What if I'd told her? What if we'd stayed together? What if I'd got that promotion? What if I'd worked harder in school? What if I had had just one more day with her and the chance to say goodbye? If we're not careful we can get snowed in by "what ifs".
We have to keep our heads down to escape drowning in never-meant-to-bes or choking on could-have-beens. The possibilities that we spotted passing by out of reach haunt us as regrets. The second chances we never even noticed are too numerous to contemplate and tease us occasionally in our dreams. Let the "what ifs" talk too loudly and their chatter overpowers the everyday routine. Let them grow too tall and even the little things are given dark significance in their shadow.
Sliding Doors is a film about the little "what ifs" bunching together in mundane ordinary life until they have enormous individual consequences. When it was released in 1998 it was greeted by a mixed critical reception but it has since gone on to gain a dedicated following. It stars Gwyneth Paltrow as fashionable young Londoner Helen, complete with believable English accent, who is fired from her job at a PR company. She heads for home via the tube. The film follows two separate paths through her life; one in which she gets the train and one where she fractionally misses it, unable to squeeze through the sliding doors of the title.
The actor Peter Howitt wrote the script and directs a very grounded take on the idea of parallel universes and an alternate reality. The concept could have been lifted straight from sci-fi but Sliding Doors watches more like a meditation on the nature of fate, albeit with an uplifting rom-com tinge. One Helen, the one that gets the train, finds her boyfriend shagging his ex in her bed, only to fall for a handsome stranger. The other is delayed again and again until she arrives home late and unaware of the affair. She therefore carries on her life as normal, working flat out to support him as he "writes a novel".
The plot is not all that clever, despite the engaging concept of two storylines running in tandem, and the dialogue is not especially witty or sharp. The real strength of Sliding Doors lies with the overlapping lives of rounded, likeable characters, well realised with accomplished performances. Paltrow is accessible rather than whiny in the lead role. John Hannah is convincingly charming and funny because of the way he says things, rather than what he says. John Lynch is a great actor, as he proves in the upcoming Ghosted, and he doesn't come off badly here despite playing the cheating Gerry, who is often just left to look bumbling and British on the end of a full on feminine bollocking. Jeanne Tripplehorn plays mistress Lydia as a caricature but she serves a purpose and Gerry's mate Russell (Douglas McFerran) down the pub is hilarious as the sensible one.
None of it is sublime, even the characterisation is simply above average for the genre. The acting is very good but not career defining. That said I really liked Sliding Doors. Its commonplace tone makes it all feel like it could happen to you. There are some slightly surprising twists in the climax and I was a little moved and amused in places. Its parting message is somehow both more resonant and bearable than most romantic comedies. Some things are inevitable. And there's always hope.
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Page and Screen: Flaubert's cinematic Madame Bovary
Gustave Flaubert's mid nineteenth century novel Madame Bovary might not appear all that remarkable if you read it today. At the time its focus on the limitations of marriage, along with its abundance of controversial ingredients like frequent and shameless adultery and suicide, made it a scandalous work of fiction. No doubt it would have been derided as deliberately explicit and shocking filth, masquerading as art, as D.H. Lawrence's Lady Chatterley's Lover would be around a century later. But today Flaubert is seen as the first truly modern novelist because with Madame Bovary he composed a recipe of ingredients that would be followed by countless storytellers, both on the page and the screen.
Read the blurb of Madame Bovary and its plot will resemble that of a lot of Victorian era fiction. The story follows Emma, a country girl living a simple life, whose charms captivate the young doctor who comes to treat her ailing father. The doctor is Charles Bovary, already a widower from an unsatisfying marriage. He and Emma marry and she becomes Madame Bovary. They move to the provincial small town of Yonville, where Charles takes a job. Holding such an important position in the intimate community, Charles and his wife become the centre of attention, be it from the atheistic chemist across the street with a high opinion of himself or the regulars at the inn. Emma quickly feels stifled by the rural and dreary existence, as well as her husband's doting. She conducts two affairs, one with young clerk Leon and another with experienced seducer Rodolphe.
One of the ways in which Madame Bovary became a blueprint for the modern novel was its focus on the character development of Emma. It is often hailed as the first psychological novel because of this. Flaubert uses free indirect style to explore and articulate both Emma's emotions and thoughts, be they gloomy, gleeful or giddy with romance. The technique allows the author to zoom in and out, at once using his own words and those that the character might use. Already we can see how this book not only inspired the form of later works but foreshadowed the methods of the filmmaker; sometimes sticking close to a character's viewpoint, sometimes offering a broader overview of their actions and sometimes not seeing their actions at all.
Madame Bovary is cinematic in other ways too. Its entire structure is epic in the way that films often are, telling the story of a whole life, beginning at Charles Bovary's school. In the early chapters we form an opinion of Charles as an ordinary but kind enough man, only to have this interpretation contrasted with Emma's later bitterness towards him because of that very unsatisfying and indifferent kindness. This is another way the book is cinematic; it is constantly changing viewpoints amongst an ensemble cast. Despite the often intense focus on Emma's romantic desires for meaning suppressed by bourgeois convention, we also regularly view Emma from the perspective of her lovers or the town chemist or some other figure. Cinema is constantly showing us how its main characters are seen by others to broaden our understanding of them.
Emma's outlook on life is unquestionably romantic, some might say naive and neurotic, but it's certainly passionate. However Madame Bovary was Flaubert's masterpiece of realism, written to atone for what he saw as the excesses of his previous work The Temptation of Saint Anthony. One way in which the book achieved this realism was with its down to earth subject matter. Flaubert based the story on a marriage breakdown of the time and peppered it with themes from everyday French life, many of which still resonate today.
This was a novel about reality in which the main character read novels of escapism. This was a novel set in a simple setting that climaxes with Emma's debts spiralling out of control, as she drowns in the luxuries purchased to sustain a dream life and fill the black hole left by her emotional emptiness. The ingredients are recognisable from everyday life but Flaubert ramps up the drama, just as producers, writers and directors do with films today, and storytellers have done for years. Grand language such as "she awakened in him a thousand desires" may match Emma's desires for romantic fulfilment but is always counterbalanced by Flaubert's realism. Throughout the novel, whenever Emma reaches a peak of ecstatic fulfilment, the decline begins shortly afterwards.
Much of Flaubert's realist genius, diehard critics argue, cannot possibly translate from French to English without acquiring an air of clumsiness and familiarity. As James Wood points out in How Fiction Works, a sentence with magnificent and finely crafted rhythm in Flaubert's native French, loses much of its magic in English. And if the translator tries to replicate the essence of the original too hard, he creates something laughable. "L'idée d'avoir engendré le délectait" becomes "The thought of having impregnated her was delectable to him" or if trying too hard "The notion of procreation was delectation".
However Flaubert's talent for precise and detailed description does translate and this is perhaps the most cinematic element of his realist style. Chapters will often begin with snapshots of detail or even lengthy passages really setting the scene of a particular room or place, sometimes incorporating a character's mood and sometimes not. It might seem like an incredibly basic rule of storytelling, almost a childish one, to "set the scene" in this way, but Flaubert does so much more than just describe something. By selecting his details with the utmost care and deliberation, but seemingly effortlessly, he tells us everything we need to know about a scene.
At times he can do this incredibly concisely, with just a few telling details. One chapter, in which Emma has slipped away from Yonville to begin a love affair in the larger town of Rouen, begins like this:
"They were three full, exquisite days – a real honeymoon.
They were at the Hotel de Boulogne, on the harbour; and they lived there, with drawn blinds and closed doors, with flowers on the floor, and iced syrups that were brought them early in the morning".
From our 21st century vantage point it's very difficult to understand what upset the French so much when Flaubert was so tactful about his descriptions of sex and affairs. Very rarely does he resort to even explicitly describing a kiss.
Elsewhere he uses detail to paint lifelike pictures of minor characters, some of which, like this one, are never seen or mentioned again:
"There, at the top of the table, alone among all these women, stooped over his ample plateful, with his napkin tied around his neck like a child, an old man sat eating, drops of gravy dribbling from his lips. His eyes were bloodshot and he had a little pigtail tied up with a black ribbon. This was the Marquis's father-in-law, the old Duc de Laverdière, once the favorite of the Comte d'Artois."
We can imagine a camera passing over a character such as this in a film, picking out the specific details Flaubert highlights, adding life to a scene and then moving on. Such descriptions have a quality James Wood terms "chosenness" whereby the author picks out a bunch of details that, together, give the most accurate and lifelike feeling of a person, place, object or action. This process is artificial, sometimes combining details from different time registers but writers like Flaubert make it appear natural. And film directors and editors do exactly the same thing. For example, when establishing the feel of a carnival, the editing process will cut together things happening at different times into one easily digestible chunk for the audience to swallow the best impression and mood of the scene.
Flaubert laid the foundations for new types of writing and storytelling that could marry the intentions of a realist and a stylist. It paved the way for novels that felt more journalistic with almost completely passive descriptions of people and places, from Christopher Isherwood's Goodbye to Berlin to Ian Fleming's James Bond novels, packed with lists of brand names. Isherwood even makes this statement early on in Goodbye to Berlin: "I am a camera with its shutter open, quite passive, recording, not thinking." Then later on this passage mirrors even more closely than Flaubert a reel of edited film:
"The entrance to the Wassertorstrasse was a big stone archway, a bit of old Berlin, daubed with hammers and sickles and Nazi crosses and plastered with tattered bills which advertised auctions or crimes. It was a deep shabby cobbled street, littered with sprawling children in tears. Youths in woollen sweaters circled waveringly across it on racing bikes and whooped at girls passing with milk jugs".
The children cannot be "in tears" all of the time. Isherwood has perfected the technique that Flaubert pushed out into the open, for all writers to follow as a guide. James Wood sums up the passage far more succinctly than I could: "The more one looks at this rather wonderful piece of writing, the less it seems a "slice of life", or a camera's easy swipe, than a very careful ballet."
It's easy to forget that films too are intricate, vast and complex operations. Action scenes that burst into life spontaneously in shopping centres or even a stroll down a street in a rom-com are intensely choreographed. The plan laid out for the modern novel in Madame Bovary, and for writing detail in particular, has left us with as many terribly overwritten books as good ones. And even awful films are carefully managed. But the artificiality of cherry picking the best moments in life and stitching them together can be art at its best; art telling little white lies for a grander, more meaningful truth.
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Film Review: Ghosted
Do you think you could hack it behind bars? If you're a Daily Mail columnist you probably dispute the fact that prisons even have bars anymore. They've all been replaced you see, with tasty sticks of rock more in keeping with the dangerously liberal, comfortable satellite TV approach to treating filthy criminals. Being locked up is preferable to a five star hotel. Prisons are merely lavishly furnished warehouses for feral beasts that will be released back into the wilds of society unchanged. The fear factor has gone.
Bring back that shit yourself punishment and all of Britain's ills will be cured. All this claptrap about human rights and civil liberties has been diluting the taste of our justice system since the 60s, so that it's nothing more than a bitter sip of lemonade. Prisons should punish first and foremost, to act as a deterrent to the bad apples on the nation's tree. When they fall they need to be crushed into a pulp and left to rot as an example to others; so the argument roughly goes.
Of course films are not the place to look for a frank and faithful look at the realities of prison life. Just because I'm put off a casual mugging by the possibility of gang rapes such as those in The Shawshank Redemption, doesn't mean that actual perpetrators within the system encounter such things or that they are deterred by them. Cinema is a place for drama, tension and excitement. But a certain mould of gritty British drama always seems to capture something true about the cooped up existence of convicts, whatever the exaggerations.
In the case of Ghosted, the debut film of writer/director Craig Viveiros, the principal truth is that for many men, the haunting consequences of their crimes are punishment enough. There is also a heightened but believable look at the community of prison life, with its rival factions and dominating personalities pulling the strings. And much of the dialogue is insightful but understated, with main character Jack musing that, if nothing else, empty hours in a cell day after day give you plenty of time to think.
Jack (John Lynch) is a sensible prisoner, keeping his head down and away from trouble, serving his time. He is approaching the end of his sentence and desperate to get out to see his wife. But at the start of the film she fails to visit him and blanks him when he calls. Just as freedom is within sight his marriage collapses, destroying his hopes for a life on the outside. Gradually we find out more about Jack, eventually getting confirmation that his young son is dead. He burns most of his pictures of him because "sometimes the reminders are too hard in here".
With just months until Jack is free, a new inmate arrives in the shape of young Paul, played by Martin Compston of The Disappearance of Alice Creed fame. Paul is immediately welcomed by the manipulative Clay, who is described on the marketing material as a "wing overlord", which sounds like an all powerful evil super villain, but in reality just means a nicer cell, a mildly lucrative drugs racket and the odd fellow prisoner to bang. After the initial niceties Clay starts to use Paul, so Jack steps in and gets him moved to his cell.
This puts Jack in the firing line, resulting in some tense standoffs. The balance of the prison politics is disrupted and Clay is humiliated more than once, prompting him to get revenge. But despite the palpable sense of threat, the really interesting part of Ghosted is the relationship between Jack and Paul.
Jack is the heart of Ghosted and Lynch relished playing him, praising the creative talents of newcomer Viveiros: "It's been a long, long time since I read a script that's centred absolutely one hundred per cent on the characters". In return the director praises his cast who "pumped blood into the story". Both men are right.
Ghosted is well acted, with even the thugs coming across as something more than just two dimensional bad guys; they have their vulnerabilities too. But Ghosted is also well written and confidently directed so that it does not feel like a debut. Some of the scenes in which Jack and Paul open up to each other, often simply discussing old memories such as when Jack was in Brazil or when Paul was in care, are exemplary examples of characterisation rarely seen in today's commercial world of cinema.
Ghosted is released in cinemas on the 24th of June and will be available on DVD from the 27th. See it to support a quality British drama with an all star cast, which simultaneously pays tribute to classic prison stories and approaches the issue from a new angle. Try to spot the emotional hammer blow of a twist at the end.
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In the mood for a romantic comedy – a distracted review of True Grit on DVD
I always eagerly watch the trailers before a film. The best snippets of releases that are "coming soon" can be tremendously exciting. There is also an art to making good and great trailers, with the best of them standing apart from the movies they promote or making a crap film look irresistible. Many movie buffs appreciate this. But more often than not I'll be watching something with someone urging me to skip to the film we're actually watching. When I'm fortunate enough to be in control of the remote, I always insist on watching the trailers, even when I've seen them dozens of times before.
The first trailer of quite a few before the menu screen on the True Grit DVD, was for Morning Glory, starring Rachel McAdams. I'm mildly interested in seeing this at some point because of a rather different comic role for Harrison Ford, the strange appeal of the breakfast show subject matter and the feminine charms of McAdams. She is cultivating a line in cheeky but likeable performances, with a turn in Guy Ritchie's Sherlock Holmes and the news that she's been cast as Lois Lane in the 2012 reboot of Superman. There's also a shot of her rounded rear that does the film's appeal no harm in my book.
Next up was the Natalie Portman and Ashton Kutcher rom-com No Strings Attached. I've read a lot about this movie, including some pretty hilarious but ultimately unflattering reviews. I've seen the trailer more than once. It's part of a trend of stories trying far too hard to be modern, about "friends with benefits". In the 21st century what is wrong about a man and a woman, who know and trust each other, having casual but enjoyable sex on a regular basis? Well the rom-com likes to point out that love is the big stumbling block; it always gets in the way when you least expect it. I mean it's frankly just an inconvenient and inconsiderate emotion. We all ought to hate its lies, its deceit and its inevitably devastating consequences.
And yet it always conquers all. Even those like Portman and Kutcher's characters, avoiding love like the plague by making sex a satisfying physical transaction, get bitten eventually by that pesky love bug. Cinemagoers too are always infected because soppy idiots fall for the obvious, predictable, signposted, cliche and crappy happy ending.
Today I must've been after a happy ending. I wasn't really in the mood for Joel and Ethan Coen's Oscar nominated True Grit. I was inexplicably captured by the trailer to No Strings Attached, which as I've said I've seen several times before and I'd long ago concluded I wasn't bothered about seeing. Perhaps its my persistent crush on Natalie Portman's pretty and sexy features. Perhaps its simply my starved and hungry libido. Or perhaps it's a longing for the perfect emotional satisfaction of the romantic comedy.
Whenever there was a lull in the action of True Grit and I was no doubt supposed to be reflecting on or contemplating the rugged wild west landscape or the moral terrain of the story, my mind drifted into daydreams prompted by No Strings Attached. I don't think a trailer has ever disturbed my enjoyment or concentration of the following film in quite the same way.
I pondered again and again what would happen to the relationships I had with people now, how friendships would shatter, grow or change beyond recognition. I planned imaginary grand gestures and pictured the romantic epiphany when I realised that yes, she was the one. I imagined myself living a busy, varied and satisfying life. The social groups that encircled it would be populated exclusively by young and attractive people, and some of them, perhaps just one or two, would care about me. And I'd have lots of sex. In short: I surrendered to fantasy.
What does it mean to be a romantic nowadays? At times I am happy to embrace the label and at others I am disgusted by it, depending on my mood or the particular definition. Is Mattie Ross, the heart of True Grit, a romantic? Some might say that's nonsense given her realistic and often pessimistic outlook, with a tough maturity well beyond her 14 years. But she is also idealistic about bringing her father's killer to justice, about the intentions of the law, and indeed her naive and childlike distinction between evil and good men, proven simplistic by her choice of hero.
Maybe it's the peculiary romantic, noble and heroic ideas of Ross that helped my wandering mind off track. It could equally be of course that the isolation of True Grit prodded my loneliness into creating deluded distraction. The Coens have certainly crafted a film with darker and deeper depths than the 1960s typical John Wayne outing.
True Grit can also be surprisingly warm though. Mattie Ross is a character it's impossible not to invest in and care for. Jeff Bridges plays Rooster Cogburn as a cold and hardened gunslinger at times, and a hilarious layabout drunk at others. There's some wonderfully teasing interplay and banter between him and Matt Damon's LaBoeuf. And the dialogue at times evokes the homely West so vividly that you want to take a trip there away from the boring variety of British dialects by comparison.
True Grit is as not as "fast paced" as some of the quotes on the cover would have you believe. But it's not a dreary, arty take on the Western, as many attempts at the genre are these days. Its runtime is agreeable and its characters playfully portrayed. There is a fairly snappy climax with some good action and shocks. And Hailee Steinfeld's performance as Mattie is a truly remarkable breakthrough. The plaudits have mostly been lavished on Bridges but she is the real star and the glue holding True Grit together. Damon is good too.
It wasn't a masterpiece of filmmaking. But then I was barely paying attention. I know should be talking in depth about a film that chose to adapt a novel's true nature rather than remake a Hollywood classic badly. The Coens usually make great and intelligent cinema. So perhaps it was majestic; I was simply in the mood for a cruder and more direct, perhaps even a crap, tugging of my heart strings. Is that a crime?
I suspect it probably is.
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DVD Review: Rabbit Hole
Nicole Kidman's performances can simultaneously win her further legions of adoring fans and additional ranks of grumbling haters. She is wonderful to some, whiny to others, miserable to endure for many and majestic for millions. But it's generally accepted, even by her diehard supporters, that she seemed to peak in the early years of the 21st century. Her last genuinely astounding performance in a really good film was some time ago. Stars like her that hit a critical rut have a way to clamber out though; after amassing enough power in mainstream blockbusters they can produce their own projects, perfectly tailored to their talents.
This is what Kidman does with Rabbit Hole, adapted for the screen by David Lindsay-Abaire from his own Pulitzer Prize winning play. The character of grieving mother Becca is perfect for her, resembling past roles in Birth and The Others, and providing a bearable outlet for her notoriously divisive bouts of cold and complaining emotion. Even though this is the sort of portrayal we've come to expect from Australia's most successful export to Hollywood, the raw subject matter somehow suits her trademark moody and restrained introspection. You couldn't call this a bad performance; in fact you feel like you have to say it's a good one.
In contrast to Kidman's recent record, co-star Aaron Eckhart is someone on the up and he doesn't do that progress any harm here. Howie is Becca's nice, normal husband, doing his best in an impossible situation. In the opening act of Rabbit Hole Kidman's character is being as irritating as we know she can be from some of her previous roles. Watching this with a friend she moaned that she didn't like Kidman usually and that she was typically "wet" again in Rabbit Hole. As I've said though, you do sympathise with her behaviour because of the grief, even if you might find the efforts of Howie more appealing.
The acting in Rabbit Hole is hard to criticise, with the two leads ultimately convincing, even as we lurch from one dreary standoff to another, with the odd shouting match in between. The supporting cast are good too, with Dianne West as Becca's mother doing a great job of articulating experienced grief, sister Izzy (Tammy Blanchard) authentically rebellious, Sandra Oh as a rounded fellow mourner at a support group and newcomer Miles Teller as the awkward young driver unlucky enough to bear the burden of responsibility and blame on his well meaning, naive shoulders.
Even the script is mostly hard to fault. The quality of the source material shines through, with the truth and wit of the dialogue rising above that of most films. Conversations about the most difficult of subjects are realistic and feel as though they are ripped from real everyday lives. The film is refreshing for approaching grief from an underused and understated angle; eight months on from the drama of the death, this is the story of the shift from the constant tears to keeping appearances of normality. Lindsay-Abaire is fond of metaphor, with mixed success. Some symbols, like that of grief changing in weight until it's like a "brick in your pocket", are poignant and moving. However the entire film is a metaphor and crucially this is the one that is less evidently a success.
Rabbit Hole slowly unravels with not much happening and Becca literally getting on with the housework; reflecting the emptiness left behind after loss. The film as a whole is a grim trudge through nothingness. This may be an accurate picture of the reality of grief, a painful journey back to normality, with no big and sudden revelation to make things better, but it's a story that doesn't translate engagingly from stage to screen. There are glimpses here of why the play must have been so powerful and well received. It's easy to see why Kidman saw in this the chance for her critical rebirth. But without the intimacy of theatre and very little happening in the plot, this is one of those films that leaves you exhausted and aching from concentrating on being respectful to the subject matter.
Sophie Ivan, reviewing Rabbit Hole for Film4, sums up the film perfectly: "Rabbit Hole is a film that's easier to commend than it is to like". No one will want to say anything bad against Rabbit Hole; but very few people will enjoy it.
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Short story: The Lonely Tree
This is just something I rattled out, slightly in the style of Murakami:
This is the story of a boy, who was not yet a man. It's the story of his first love, his first heartbreak and the tree that fell on him.
It's the fashion to have summer romances but the boy was allergic to everyone's favourite season. It made his eyes red and his nose stream. In fact he had always thought that girls were allergic to him. It wasn't that he couldn't speak to them or that they didn't like him, but that they couldn't love him. More than anything the boy wanted to know love. One winter, when the air was crisp and the nights chilled, he thought that he did.
He couldn't believe his luck. A childhood crush, the cleverest catch around and a friend he cared for deeply rolled into one package. Her smile locked his worries away and out of reach for hours. Being with her he felt as if he wasn't alone for the first time in his life. Hearing from her was, surprisingly, almost as good. Making her happy filled the void of purpose in his life. His existence no longer felt empty. Simply put: she made him happy.
Fate had never looked so kindly upon him before and deep down he knew that her favours would be brief. But while it lasted nothing else mattered. Or rather, everything mattered more. Her dreams enriched and expanded his own, her energy and life gave them colour. He was filled with enthusiasm and a drive he did not know he possessed. He felt like a better person and fully himself for the first time.
Looking back on it he supposed the relationship would seem a short lived folly to onlookers, and this angered him. Nothing had ever meant more. At least to him. The boy had never realised just how important intimacy, close friendship and the joy of caring for someone was to happiness. When it ended, for no reason besides that she didn't love him after all, things reverted to normal. Only more so.
He wondered if that happiness had been an illusion and whether he had truly known love. He felt catapulted back to square one. He did not know what to think or feel, knowing for certain only that he was empty again. And he was alone. The dreams that had grown to new heights in her company were now mere weeds, smaller than the clumps of green nothingness at the foot of the tree in his garden.
The tree watched as the boy moped and rolled around like a pig in his misery. At first the tree felt sympathetic towards the boy, as no one knew better than him what it was to be alone. Trapped in his hollow shell with no friends to speak of, and no means to speak, the tree longed for contact of some kind. He knew everything the boy was missing and more. And then the tree realised how selfish the boy was. And how much harder it was to be a tree.
As the spring rapidly shifted into summer the boy felt every concrete trace of his love fading away, swamped by the passing of time. With each day he felt more and more like he had no right to feel anything at all. All he had left were the memories and hopes in his head. He missed so much; far too much for words, he told himself.
On a blue morning with a blazing sun and abstract strokes of white overhead, the boy had an epiphany. Well it was that day at least that he admitted to himself a truth that he had felt for a while. He said to himself: "Love is enough for me". He knew that, for the right person, he would sacrifice all the goals and ambitions he had thought essential to his well being, satisfaction and success. He acknowledged that, during his time with his first true love, he had enjoyed and derived immense contentment from even the harder things. He was glad to be there when she was upset, happy to calm her down, even if he was only a slight comfort. Caring for someone important to him, as important as that, was all he could ever need.
He remembered reading a novel in which the main character believed there were only three chances of finding your soul mate. He pondered whether for him, "soul mate", meant someone worthy of his absolute care. Plunged back into sadness and despair by the thought of having lost someone he could lose himself in and devote himself to, he ran into the garden, blinded by fierce tears. He crouched down in the dirt, sniffling as the pollen swarmed up his hostile nostrils. He pressed his back against the trunk of the tree. He stared at the world around him, confused and crying.
By this point, the tree was seething. The tree didn't know how he knew all about what the boy was thinking and feeling, but he did know, and it made him angry. The tree did not know he was capable of anger. The tree could not think, had no brain and nothing at all to account for the melancholy consciousness brooding within his gently swaying frame. The wind blew lightly across the garden, flicking the odd leaf and stroking the odd stem. The tree felt a shiver of cold. The tree felt.
The boy was gradually coming out of his panic, descending into a depressed paralysis. The loveliest, brightest petals of the most vibrant flowers looked bleak to him. His mind's eye conjured a symbolic bonfire of his dreams in the corner of the lawn. If he could be so easily tempted from them, what chance did he have of achieving such grand plans? What did they matter anyway? Forcing his head up from its slouch on his knees, he felt the bark in his hair and decided there was no point to any sensation at all without someone to share it with.
The tree was fuming with anger from its roots to its summit. It could sense the boy's sadness. His self involved and ungrateful emotion wasn't just saturating the air around the tree now, but squirming and writhing against its flaky skin. The tree couldn't stand it. It was determined not to take it anymore. It wouldn't be buffeted by nature or ignored by men today.
The boy sighed deeply, turning his face into the breeze and relishing its cold wipe. He felt the gusts get stronger and firmer in waves, as if someone were stirring the air with an enormous food blender. Pulse after pulse slapped against him. The sweat under his arms went from hot and sticky to icy and damp. His spine creaked as the tree trunk rocked a little against him. His back stood firm easily like a castle wall against the minute thrusts.
The tree was summoning all of its energy from its very furthest extremities, even the roots beyond the garden wall. The tree was straining every part of its being in pure and untamed rage. The tree was alive and a part of nature but for the first time ever it was wild. It did not have muscles to tense or bones to move but it had life and the tree channelled every last ounce of it into its rage. It didn't know what it was doing or understand the consequences. All it knew was how wrong the boy was, how angry it made the tree feel. It was trying to teach the boy a lesson, on behalf of trees everywhere.
The boy continued to feel little swellings at his back. Small pressures, surely caused by the wind, made the entire structure of the tree wobble a fraction. Leaves that had been noisily rubbing in the flower beds slowly stopped. The bending blades of grass rested and stood upright. Gradually, the trunk seemed to be moving faster, almost pushing out into the boy, like something was stuck inside. The tree rocked more and more as the breeze died away to an unnoticeable whisper. As the branches began to rattle, the boy noticed properly for the first time the firmer and firmer touch of the trunk. He glanced up towards the sky, through the canopy of crisscrossing browns and greens, only to shrug away again with a sob.
The boy's indifference only enraged the tree still more. So that, as the swaying grew quicker and quicker, the consciousness that had formed inside the tree disappeared, becoming something else entirely. Now the tree was just movement, just energy, just purpose. All of the life the tree had ever known became focused on the boy and ending his ignorant and cruel soul. The tree had never known what a soul was; would never know. It did not know whether or not the boy had one. It only knew that the boy had to be stopped. He had to be taught that at least he had tasted love, known happiness, shared warmth and feeling. He had to be shown that at least he could dream, chase dreams and possibly live them. There were always those lives that did not live, always those with truly no hope left; always lonely trees.
There was a crack. And the trunk threw its full weight at the boy, who scrambled too late from his pity. Falling branches pulled away the light and the blue from the canvas of the sky, bringing only dark.
Like in films, the boy came to gazing at sheer whiteness. Nothing else. The colour white was the afterlife? Appropriately empty he thought. And then he remembered. The tree.
He had often dreamt about his funeral. A song lyric drifted into his mind – "the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had". The dreams in which he was dead were some of the best he'd ever had; terribly self indulgent fictions in which all the figures and characters of his life turned up, gushing praise and regrets. All the girls and friends he'd ever wanted poured their hearts out. He was great after all.
There was no one here he really wanted to see. The strip lights buzzed and whirred, stuffing light down his retinas. The whiteness turned out to be the roof tiles. A steady beep and blip passed the time like a clock ticking. His heart was liable to suddenly conk out. He was hooked up to a monitor like on telly. His parents were here.
They didn't believe him about the tree. When he was well enough to argue, they argued. They accused him and lectured him. They warned and scorned him. His mother ranted about the hardships of life, bemoaned his ignorance. Even his father shouted. He wasn't allowed grapes, hadn't been for years, so someone, probably his mother, had brought biscuits. His father had eaten most of them during the interrogations.
If he'd been able to text, he might've texted her, would definitely have texted his best friend. She hadn't come to see him, even when he'd asked his parents to try to organise it. He was still alone. But something felt different. His skull was cracked, his spine weakened, his legs bruised, his right ankle broken, toes misshapen, right thumb fractured, left hand in plaster, nose crooked, face scratched, knees cut, wrists sprained and buttocks sore. But he felt stronger.
When they took him home he realised what it was. The tree hadn't been dealt with yet. Its big, bulky carcass, torn in two and smashed in a heap through the fence, reminded him how bad he had felt. It reminded him that he'd realised he just wanted somebody to love. A universal truth, some might say, theme of many a song, but for him it was deeper, all his other wants were trivial and only to love was what he needed and what he craved.
Those trivial dreams might have been exposed as mostly meaningless, but somehow the tree had taught him they were still important. Months in a hospital bed had forced him to write again to pass the time. So that's what he would do. He would write more and more, hopefully better and better, churning out any old nonsense. He would write to forget, write to remember, write to move on, write to preserve, write from the heart, write from the mind, write in the night, write in the day and write to lose himself. He would write because he could. And to touch, now and again, on truths that made everything worthwhile. Even the lonely trees.
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The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo Remake gets Teaser Trailer – with Trent Reznor Soundtrack
I tweeted earlier this week when David Fincher's English language remake of The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo got a leaked teaser trailer online. Daniel Craig stars as Steig Larsson's investigative journalist, and looks on terrifically brooding form, despite getting no dialogue.
That's because the trailer is dominated by a remix of Led Zeppelin classic Immigrant Song. The man behind that remix is Trent Reznor, who also worked with Fincher on The Social Network, to produce a stunning techno score that was crucial to underlining the film's modern feel.
From this teaser alone it seems certain that when this remake hits screens on Boxing Day, it will only improve upon the original, based upon the bestselling books. An irresistible Fincher/Reznor combo will be unstoppable once again.
Here's that tune from the trailer:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FwbA5JUQ3bA
I don't normally love techno remixes, but Reznor's work on The Social Network blew me away, as does this song. Make sure you see the trailer for the full wow factor.
A final mildly interesting aside: Craig will have two films going up against each other, Steven Spielberg and Peter Jackson's The Adventures of TinTin, in which Craig plays the villain, and this Dragon Tattoo remake, come Christmas. Both films ought to be successful and it's clear at least that Craig is making the most of his break from Bond to work with the best directors available today.
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Doctor Who: Series 6: Episode 6 – The Almost People
Yet again I am late with my thoughts on the latest episode. I'd actually been putting off my standard pre-blog second viewing, for two reasons. On the one hand I was so blown away by the unexpected cliff hanger that I didn't think I would be able to say much besides "what will happen next week?" in various different ways. On the other, I was disappointed with The Almost People.
I should qualify that statement by explaining that when it comes to Doctor Who, even a below par outing is a must see event I can always derive satisfaction from. A bad Doctor Who episode is merely relatively poor, compared to the greatness of other episodes, and still one of the best things on telly.
Why was I disappointed though? It's difficult to pinpoint an exact reason. As the Guardian series blog points out, the shocking and momentous twist at the end would overshadow whatever came before it, no matter how good it was. But The Almost People was certainly not as good as it could have been and not as good as the promise set up in The Rebel Flesh. In fact there were some shockingly bad elements.
As I said in last week's piece, Matthew Graham's script was inconsistent. After watching The Almost People for a second time, I liked it a lot more and appreciated the extremely intricate and clever plotting. All of the character development ploughed into the Gangers, for Jimmy and his son, Cleaves and her blood clot, even the Doctors shoe swapping, made more sense once you knew that this was all part of the Doctor mulling over Amy's impostor. The Doctor still gets the odd good line; with Matt Smith making most of the disappointing ones look good too with a varied and vibrant performance. Re-watch it and see the burden of worry about where the real Amy is on his face, way before we find out.
However Graham's script also contained such truly awful lines as "who are the real monsters?" and "It will destroy them all". And whilst you can see the idea behind the development of the Gangers far more clearly after a second viewing, it doesn't always come off, with stereotypical northern Buzzer not convincing at all as he moans "I should have been a postman like me dad". Then there's the terrible acting, which I touched upon last week, even more noticeable this time. Cleaves and Jennifer in particular are woefully portrayed.
So despite a lot of potential, with intelligent moral dilemmas and frightening psychological horror, this double bill never really grabbed my attention completely. Until the climax that is. With the rather random and forced CGI monster out of the way and the ridiculous farewell hugs when the beast was supposedly breaking down the door, the Doctor becomes grave and ushers Amy and Rory into the TARDIS. He had a reason for his visit to the factory with the flesh. Amy has not been with them for some time.
But how long? She must surely have been there for the Doctor's death at the beginning of the series? Did the swap take place during an adventure we saw on screen or another in between time? It would seem a bit of a cop out if it just happened somewhere along the line and we're not given a precise explanation as to when.
There are endless other questions, and knowing Moffat, the majority will be left unanswered. We are promised that next week's A Good Man Goes to War will see the unveiling of River Song's true identity though. And the trailer shows us that the Cybermen are back, but once again, knowing Moffat, they're unlikely to be the real masterminds behind it all. Who impregnated Amy? Was the Timelord child from the opening two parter hers? The Doctor shouts something about not using a baby as a weapon in the trailer, to mysterious eye patch midwife Madame Kovarian, so how exactly does she do that?
After this disappointing pair of episodes following the superb The Doctor's Wife by Neil Gaiman, doubts resurface, for me at least, about trying to do too much with the story arc. In overlaying so many secrets, which are often tagged onto the ends of episodes, Moffat risks devaluing the standalone stories and turning the increasingly strained relationships within the TARDIS into soap opera. I'm sure that A Good Man Goes to War will be an improvement on The Almost People, if only in terms of the quality of the dialogue. But hopefully, with some real answers, Doctor Who will also begin to get back to just telling damn good stories every week too.
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Job summary: The Algarve Centre for Marine Sciences (CCMAR) opens a call for a Junior Researcher (M/F), under a 12 months fixed term employment contract, within cost centre: GREENER GRAZING - Consultancy and R&D services in Aquaculture area: Seaweeds.
⦁ Developing cellular biotechnology techniques using macroalgae.
⦁ Developing techniques for protoplasts isolation from green and red macroalgae tissues.
⦁ Maintenance and regeneration of isolated protoplasts.
⦁ Development and maintenance of experimental growing macroalgae systems in laboratory and outdoor environments.
⦁ Performing laboratory experiments in the field of breeding, physiology and biotechnology.
⦁ Performing experiments of biomass production and of halogenated compounds optimization in different conditions.
⦁ Extracting halogenated compounds and using GC-MS for quantification.
Starting Date: The contract is expected to start in February 2019 and will remain for 12 months.
Workplace: the activities will be developed at CCMAR installations (Gambelas Campus of the Algarve University, Portugal), Ramalhete Experimental Station, and/or other necessary locations to their execution.
Monthly Remuneration: Gross monthly Remuneration is 2.328,34€.
Application Period: between 13th and 31th of December 2018.
1. a PhD in biology or similar field.
2. demonstrated experience and scientific curriculum in macroalgae breeding, (maintenance and propagation) and biotechnology (bio prospecting).
3. have excellent knowledge of the English language (spoken and written).
Members of the Jury: the jury nominated is composed of Dr. Leonardo Filipe Rodrigues da Mata, responsible researcher at CCMAR for the consultancy project (President of the Jury); Professor Rui Orlando Pimenta Santos, Associated Professor with agregação at Algarve University and researcher at CCMAR (member); Dr. João Miguel Sousa da Silva, researcher at CCMAR (member).
Evaluation criteria: The evaluation is carried out in two phases, which will result in a final classification between 0 and 100 points.
1. Experience in macroalgae lab breeding (35%).
2. Experience in protoplasts isolation and regeneration techniques applied to macroalgae (25%).
3. Experience in macroalgae identification using molecular genetics techniques (20%).
4. Experience in macroalgae bio prospection for bioactive compounds in macroalgae (20%).
Application submission process and documents: Applications should be submitted via the CCMAR website https://www.ccmar.ualg.pt/list/job (only applications submitted through the CCMAR website will be considered). You should consider your application as correctly submitted only after receiving a confirmation e-mail from CCMAR. Applications (in English) should include a Motivation Letter (with a personal assessment of the relevance of the activities of the last five years for the present competition, highlighting the chosen scientific publications), copy of your PhD Diploma, Detailed CV (in accordance with the requirements and selection criteria of the application), a pdf. digital copy of up to 3 top publications more relevant, other documents deemed as relevant for the application and the email contact of up to 3 references.
Results: Both admitted and excluded candidates list and final classification list shall be posted at CCMAR (Universidade do Algarve, edf. 7), at CCMAR website at https://www.ccmar.ualg.pt/list/job-closed and all candidates will be notified by email.
Preliminary Hearing and Final Decision Deadline: after notification, all candidates have 10 working days to respond. The final decisions will be announced within 90 days of the deadline.


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Kilili: $74.4M for Marianas education; $61.7M earmarked for PSS
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WASHINGTON, D.C. (Office of the CNMI Congressional Delegate) — U.S. Congressman Gregorio Kilili Camacho Sablan said the Marianas is getting another $74.4 million for education from the coronavirus relief measure enacted on Dec. 27. The U.S. Department of Education announced the award today. The relief act set aside $409 million for the four smaller U.S. insular areas, which was divided among them based on the formula in Title I of the Elementary and Secondary Education Act. Sablan revised that statutory formula in 2015 to be more favorable to the Marianas.
Of the $74.4 million for the Marianas, $61.7 million goes to the Public School System. This will "guarantee that all of our classroom teachers and support staff will not experience a single payless payday," Commissioner of Education Dr. Alfred B. Ada said when the relief act was passed.
The balance of $12.7 million goes to the governor to use for educational purposes. This distribution is the same as was used for CARES Act funding in 2020; and Gov. Ralph DLG Torres gave his entire share, $4.8 million, to Northern Marianas College.
This time around the total funding is substantially increased, however, so the governor could decide to provide more to PSS.
"With $102 million in federal funding in less than one year — over and above all the regularly appropriated annual federal education money for Title I and Special Education, et cetera — education in the Marianas has a solid foundation," Congressman Sablan said," even though the Commonwealth has been unable to meet its obligations because of the economic crisis caused by Covid-19.
"As chair of the House Subcommittee on Early Childhood, Elementary and Secondary Education, I look forward to working with the incoming Biden administration to make sure America's teachers, students, and school systems have the resources needed to reopen and continue the learning the pandemic has interrupted."
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As mentioned before, the Broad Casting event featuring Build an Ark and IG Culture's Zen Badizm Workshop was recorded by RBMA Radio. There is also a video from the night, which was handed over to the Beyondjazz crew.
You can also listen to the concerts from Build an Ark and IG Culture online. For more detailed report, please check out this nice post on the Beyondjazz blog!


A fitting cap to #414Day saw the Milwaukee Bucks dismantle the Detroit Pistons 121-86 in Game 1 of the NBA Playoffs to take a 1-0 series lead.
NBA MVP candidate Giannis Antetokounmpo scored 24 points and pulled down 17 rebounds in the win, punctuated by a dunk from just in front of the free-throw line. Seven Bucks total scored in double figures in the rout.
Luke Kennard led Detroit with 21 points. Former Milwaukee Bucks center Thon Maker scored four points.
Game two of the best-of-seven series is Wednesday night at 7 p.m. at Fiserv Forum in Milwaukee.


When botanizing, look up, look down, and look all around.
Because you never know what's lurking right over your head.
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Marketing Black Hole: How Fortnite Reclaimed the Internet's Attention
Nathan Metzger, Staff Writer
On October 13th, a game that was thought to be dead clawed itself six feet up from its grave. Fortnite was deleted. Or so it seems, from all the joke tweets to the actual event, many people either thought there was a huge change coming, or Epic Games was packing up shop and closing their largest game.
It may seem like this event was just the start of a new season, but there is much more going on. There is the marketing aspect, where creating this large scale event flipped the internet on its head. The event lead to the largest amount of searches for Fortnite ever, according to Google Trends. It also got many people to exploit the confusion of the people that were excited for the new season. Elon Musk tweeted, "Had to be done ur welcome." Musk then tweeted "I had to save these kids from eternal virginity." Leading on as a joke that he bought out and then proceeded to delete Fortnite. Then there were streamers on Twitch who were exploiting the confusion by playing videos of recaps acting like they were playing to try to attract more viewers to their livestream.
Then there were people who were just wanting to play; there were streamers who wanted to just play and continue their work, but they did not know when the event would end, so they just waited. The confusion was so large, that it drew national attention, prompting CBS to write an article about a virtual black hole in a game that, to most people was a dead game.
Very obviously this was done to try to revive the game; on google trends, on October 13th and 14th, Fortnite had the most search traffic since the start of the game. While many of the people dismissed the news after it had all blown over on Youtube, there were also plenty of people like Bryce Lipzinski '22 who has stuck with the game through thick and thin. "I've kept with the game since the start but sort of drifted off during season ten," Lipzinski said. "But the event got me excited, and once the game was back up I really liked the changes they've made to the game."
Even though they had pulled off a massive, attention grabbing PR stunt, it still wasn't able to bring back all of the old players like Chris Jordan '21. "I haven't really paid attention to the game a whole lot before then," Jordan said. "I did hear about it; I don't think it was a bad choice but I haven't played it since." While it may have not gotten him back in the game he acknowledges that it was a good move. "I don't think it was a bad marketing thing," Jordan said. "I think they were trying to incorporate a story more and added more to that. I think it was a good idea, it just didn't bring me back."
For all the effort they put in, Epic Games didn't quite get the resurgence they wanted from the event, but it at least spread word and lead to more people looking back into the game.
So even though the black hole event that Epic Games had released to usher in their new season of the game, it didn't quite hit the mark they wanted. They did regain a few new players from the event, but most people were either so burnt from previous seasons that they refused to get back on board with the game, and others not wanting the social backlash of playing the game that has been generalized to young children.
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Kathy Boudin, a former member of the radical Weather Underground, is pictured in this New York State Department of Correctional Services mug shot. Boudin, part of the gang that robbed a Brink's truck of $1.6 million in 1981, received 20 years to life after being found guilty of robbery and murder (a Brink's guard and two cops were killed in a shootout). Boudin was released on parole in September 2003.
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Daniel Benedict  Miller (born 2 January 1991) is an English actor. He is known for portraying the role of Aaron Livesy in the ITV soap opera Emmerdale, for which he has won the British Soap Award for Best Actor in 2011, 2012 and 2016. He won the twenty-first series of I'm a Celebrity...Get Me Out of Here!.

Career
In 2007, at the age of 16, Miller made his television debut when he portrayed Kyle Brown in the BBC drama series Grange Hill. He appeared in 8 episodes. In 2008, Miller began portraying the role of Aaron Livesy on the ITV soap opera Emmerdale. In 2011, he announced that he was leaving Emmerdale and his last appearance would be in spring 2012.
On 22 October 2011, alongside his family, Miller appeared on the ITV game show All Star Family Fortunes. From December 2012 to January 2013, he starred as Prince Charming in the pantomime production of Cinderella at the Grand Theatre in Blackpool. Later in 2013, he appeared in the ITV drama Lightfields. In April 2014, Miller played William in the BBC production of Jamaica Inn. Miller joined the cast of Scott & Bailey, in late 2013, as series regular Rob Waddington. He appeared in the series until 2014.

In April 2014, Miller agreed to return to Emmerdale and reprised his role as Aaron Livesy later that year. His return scenes aired on 14 August 2014.

In November 2021, Miller was announced as a contestant on the twenty-first series of I'm a Celebrity...Get Me Out of Here!. He was announced winner of the series on 12 December.

Personal life
In 2011, Miller co-founded the charity Once Upon a Smile with Daniel Jillings in memory of former Emmerdale producer Gavin Blyth. In January 2021, Miller got engaged to partner Steph Jones. The couple announced in May 2021 that they were expecting their first child. After being told they would be unlikely to conceive naturally, Miller explained that they were about to begin the IVF process, when they found out Steph was pregnant. The child's birth was announced on 27 October 2021.

Filmography

Awards and nominations

Note: At the British Soap Awards, in categories such as Best Storyline, Best Single Episode and Spectacular Scene, the nomination is credited to the producers, writers or director.

References

External links

1991 births
Living people
21st-century English male actors
Actors from Stockport
British male film actors
British male soap opera actors
British male stage actors
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Willie Bobo
Willie Bobo was the stage name of William Correa (February 28, 1934 – September 15, 1983),〔(allmusic Biography )〕 a Latin and jazz percussionist of Puerto Rican ancestry.
==Biography==
William Correa grew up in Spanish Harlem, New York City. He made his name in Latin Jazz, specifically Afro-Cuban jazz, in the 1960s and '70s, with the timbales becoming his favoured instrument. He met Mongo Santamaría shortly after his arrival in New York and studied with him while acting as his translator, and later at the age of 19 joined Tito Puente for four years.
The nickname Bobo is said to have been bestowed by the jazz pianist Mary Lou Williams in the early 1950s.〔
His first major exposure was when he joined George Shearing's band on the album ''The Shearing Spell''. After leaving Shearing, Cal Tjader asked Bobo and Santamaría to become part of the Cal Tjader Modern Mambo Quintet, who released several albums as the mambo craze reached fever pitch in the late '50s. Reuniting with his mentor Santamaría in 1960, the pair released the album ''Sabroso!'' for the Fantasy label. Bobo later formed his own group, releasing ''Do That Thing/Guajira'' with Tico and ''Bobo's Beat'' and ''Let's Go Bobo'' for Roulette, without achieving huge penetration.〔
After the runaway success of Tjader's ''Soul Sauce'', in which he was heavily involved, Bobo formed a new band with the backing of Verve Records, releasing ''Spanish Grease'', of which the title track is probably his most well known tune. Highly successful at this attempt, Bobo released a further seven albums with Verve.〔
In the early 1970s, he moved out to Los Angeles. He again met up with his long-time friend Richard Sanchez Sr. and his son Richard Jr. and began recording in the studio. Bobo then worked as a session musician for Carlos Santana among others, as well as being a regular in the band for Bill Cosby's variety show ''Cos''. In the late '70s, Bobo recorded albums for Blue Note and Columbia Records.〔
After a period of ill health, he died at the age of 49, succumbing to cancer.〔
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His youngest son, Eric Bobo (Eric Correa), is a percussionist with crew Cypress Hill. He also performed on the Beastie Boys' 1994 album ''Ill Communication'', as well as doing the 1994 Lollapalooza tour with the group.〔
His grandson William Valen Correa, son of Bobo's first son William Gill Correa, is Co-Founder of the music-based non-profit organization HNDP Los Angeles.
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An anti-greenmail provision is a clause in a corporation's charter that deters the corporation's board from conducting a stock buyback.
To understand an anti-greenmail provision, one must first understand what greenmail is. Assume that Party X, an entity that Company XYZ considers unsavory, is trying to acquire control of Company XYZ by offering to buy shares at a premium from Company XYZ's shareholders. To avoid being purchased by Party X, Company XYZ's board of directors might offer to purchase Party X's shares for a price above the current market price. If Party X agrees, the attempted acquisition is stopped and Party X walks away a lot richer. But the transaction can also be construed as Party X blackmailing (or "greenmailing") Company XYZ by threatening to take over the company if it does not pay a premium for Party X's stock.
Anti-greenmail provisions generally state that if Company XYZ pays a premium to repurchase shares, it must offer that premium to all shareholders. Company XYZ would do this in exchange for Party X's agreement not to attempt to acquire the company for a certain period of time.
Anti-greenmail provisions are attempts to thwart takeover threats from speculators, disruptive shareholders, and other "unsavory" entities that are seeking a payoff rather than a genuine business relationship. In general, a corporation's shareholders must vote to adopt or abandon anti-greenmail provisions.


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This Sista's dress is ornately decorated with flowers and hummingbirds. The hummingbird, better known by its Aztec name "Huitzilopochthli," also symbolizes the Aztec god of sun & war, and shows this Sista's connection to her indigenous roots. The striped patterns and colors of her dress also reflect those seen on a traditional Mexican dress. This Sista's dress also features monarch butterflies, which are omnipresent within Mexico and symbolize the beauty of migration. She rocks a traditional braided hairstyle, rooting from the Purépecha, an indigenous group in the region of Michoacán, Mexico. Her braids are garnished with purple ribbons, inspired by the feminist movement within Mexico that is known well by its unapologetic showcases of the color purple. This Sista's headdress contains many flowers, including the cempasúchil (marigold) flower, significant to Día de Los Muertos (Day of the Dead), and serves as the foundation to her crown. Lastly, this Sista holds a tablet that reads, "migration is a human right," a direct call against colonial efforts to reduce migration across the Mexican-American border.
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Mable Tinsley serves the Tremont Church as our volunteer Church Custodian. Also, she is always willing to volunteer in many areas to help promote the well-being of the church. Mable loves her church and wants only the best for her church.


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UFO SIGHTINGS DAILY: Updated: Pyramids On Mars Just 1 Mile From @NASA Rover! NASA Ignores Them! Dec 2016, Video, UFO Sighting News.
Updated: Pyramids On Mars Just 1 Mile From @NASA Rover! NASA Ignores Them! Dec 2016, Video, UFO Sighting News.
These two pyramids were discovered by Martian Archeology of Youtube this week. I really like this find, because of the unique stepped pyramid on the left, which closely resembles some found in Mexico. The pyramids are imperfect, because of age, but its still amazing that such structures exist on Mars and have never been addressed by NASA. Why is that rover driving around looking for tiny microbes of life, when huge 5 floor pyramids are just a mile away? If NASA was really trying, they would explore some of these UFO researchers discoveries on live cam so the public could see it unedited. When NASA edits everything, making several months before the public gets to see them...its evidence that NASA has something very big to hide from the public. But...we don't need NASA anymore to find life do we? World wide UFO hunters are on the job doing thousands of times more discoveries per year than NASA.
After some 200 days of red tape, delays, and censorship we get the archived images from NASA's Curiosity Rover clearly showing two pyramids side by side on the Planet MARS.