Keith Houchen

On the doctor who forums its either Chiwetel Ejiofor or Paterson Joseph

I can see The Daily Mail doing a piece about foreign Doctors taking our jerrbs if it goes to a dark skinned gentleman.

Dances With Wolves.

 

I completely love this film and would probably suck off Kevin Costner if I'd had a few pints.

I hope it is Danny Dyer just imagine instead of fighting daleks he would be fighting hooliguns

 

I know in show business you can never say never, but fucking hell....

"These Cybermen are off their nut, vey are pwopah naughty, this could go off at any second".

I want Stephen Fry or Russell Brand.

Sid Waddell: "Still tickets remaining for the hottest ticket in town!"

 

Eh?

It's Sid Waddell, if it made any sense it wouldn't be Sid Waddell.

Wade probably was spent after banging Helen Chamberlain. Here's hoping that JNLister lookalike (at least in 20 years) Co Stompe stomps to victory.

I want some of what Stompe has been having these last few months.

Underage kids by the look of him.

I'd like to say it was the usual over-hyped Kubrick mess

 

Which Kubrick films in particular are you referring to here? I'm not looking to string you up, I've only watched a couple of Kubrick films myself. I was just curious.

In particular it's A Clockwork Orange and 2001: A Space Oddessy. Full Metal Jacket is good during the training scenes, but ends up falling apart as a whole. I can barely remember Eyes Wide Shut but I think that was another one.

 

I quite like Spartacus and Dr. Strangelove though.

 

I watched A Clockwork Orange in my early teens, so can't really remember it. I remember thinking it was a bit weird. I will watch it again at some point.

 

Full Metal Jacket is one of my favourite films however. I always view it as 2 mini films, and admit the first part is the better/stronger part. But I still enjoy the whole film and think the second part is better than some war films.

I do think that maybe some of Kubrick's work will be more appreciated on multiple viewings, but I really can't bring myself to sit through A Clockwork Orange again. May give Full Metal Jacket another whirl though.

Full Metal Jacket and A Clockwork Orange work for me, Full Metal Jacket starts with totalitarian control and then switches to anarchy while the opposite is true of A Clockwork Orange.

 

I have to be honest though, I can accept the accusation that Kubrick films are boring and plodding but to suggest that they are nothing but totally controlled in their direction, I think that's what you meant by the 'Kubrick mess' term, is patently absurd.

I agree in part about the comedy aspect, do you think that could be down to Nicholsons performances in films since The Shining, if you know what I mean? It's practically expected for Jack to go overboard these days but it wasn't at the time of The Shining?

 

I will admit to being biased though, Rod. Not only is The Shining one of my favourite films (I thought both the book and the mini series were terrible BTW) but I'm something of a Kubrick fanboy.

Jack Nicholson looked "completely and utterly insane" from the very beginning though.

Hence the "You've always been the caretaker" line. Also, Rod, see if you can watch the documentary made by Kubrick's daughter, it sheds a bit of light on why Shelly Duvall was the way she was.

Mate, the latter stages of the sky digital film numbers are full of them, Corbin Bersen is the king of them. I only have them on while I'm waiting for the grot to start.

Ceephax - Jam Jarre

 

Very ravey/acid in places but subtle at the same time. I'm quite shit at this description lark but apparently he is Squarepushers brother so that'll do.

american history x is on tonight on sky movies modern greats. probably the best film edward nortons ever done.

No.That's all.

Rodney, you are quite correct.

Midlake - Head Home

 

Enjoy or fuck off, if you don't like it then I'm not going to capitalise my disgust, or spell it right.

Well it does look like nice thick jumper, plus the heating is probably on.

Congratulations, it's always good to hear that mother and baby are doing well (broken ribs aside)

This quite literally moved me tears a few minutes ago and is therefore my song of the day. The track is called "Hello, I'm Benn" and it's by The Flashbulb. Enjoy.

That's really nice. Cheers, Vito.

Persepolis

 

Was interested in seeing this since Mrs Houchen told me about the graphic novel. I loved the film, the animation is fantastic. There are too many soulless animations out there in recent years so it was refreshing to see such emotion conveyed in a simplistic animated style. The film never patronised, never overdid it on tugging the heartstrings and had quite a few laugh out loud moments that I wasn't expecting in a film about an Iranian girl growing up under war and oppression.

 

Apparently the missus said there is more in the film than in the graphic novel but I'll still have to give it a read.

Jemstone is a porno Stacey Slater, how could I not like her!

Indeed you did

As one of my favourite film reviewers said, The Butterfly Effect is a clever film for thick people.

Neil.

he nearly came last night!

To think, if you had said that nine months ago....

Last month, Charlie Brooker wrote a thing about conspiracy theorists and here it is.

I've got a theory - an untested, unprovable theory - that the more interesting your life is at any given point, the less lurid and spectacular your dreams will be. Think of it as a balancing procedure carried out by the brain to stop you getting bored to death.If your waking life is mundane, it'll inject some thrills into your night-time imaginings to maintain a healthy overall fun quotient. So if you work in a cardboard box factory, and your job is to stare at the side of each box as it passes along a conveyor belt, to ensure they're all uniform and boxy enough - and you do this all day, every day, until your mind grows so dissociated and numb you can scarcely tell where the cardboard ends and your body begins - when your daily routine is THAT dull, chances are you'll spend each night dreaming you're the Emperor of Pluto, wrestling a 6ft green jaguar during a meteor storm in the desert just outside Vegas. All well and good in the world of dreams. But if you continue to believe you're the Emperor of Pluto after you've woken up, and you go into work and start knocking the boxes around with a homemade sceptre while screaming about your birthright, you're in trouble.I mention this because recently I've found myself bumping into people - intelligent, level-headed people - who are sincerely prepared to entertain the notion that there might be something in some of the less lurid 9/11 conspiracy theories doing the rounds. They mumble about the "controlled demolition" of WTC 7 (oft referred to as "the third tower"), or posit the notion that the Bush administration knew 9/11 was coming and let it happen anyway. I mean, you never know, right? Right? And did I tell you I'm the Emperor of Pluto?The glaring problem - and it's glaring in 6,000 watt neon, so vivid and intense you can see it from space with your eyes glued shut - is that with any 9/11 conspiracy theory you care to babble can be summed up in one word: paperwork.Imagine the paperwork. Imagine the level of planning, recruitment, coordination, control, and unbelievable nerve required to pull off a conspiracy of that magnitude. Really picture it in detail. At the very least you're talking about hiring hundreds of civil servants cold-hearted enough to turn a blind eye to the murder of thousands of their fellow countrymen. If you were dealing with faultless, emotionless robots - maybe. But this almighty conspiracy was presumably hatched and executed by fallible humans. And if there's one thing we know about humans, it's that our inherent unreliability will always derail the simplest of schemes. It's hard enough to successfully operate a video shop with a staff of three, for Christ's sake, let alone slaughter thousands and convince the world someone else was to blame.That's just one broad objection to all the bullshit theories. But try suggesting it to someone in the midst of a 9/11 fairytale reverie, and they'll pull a face and say, "Yeah, but ... " and start banging on about some easily misinterpreted detail that "makes you think" (when it doesn't) or "contradicts the official story" (when you misinterpret it). Like nutbag creationists, they fixate on thinly spread, cherry-picked nuggets of "evidence" and ignore the thundering mass of data pointing the other way.And when repeatedly pressed on that one, basic, overall point - that a conspiracy this huge would be impossible to pull off - they huff and whine and claim that unless you've sat through every nanosecond of Loose Change (the conspiracy flick du jour) and personally refuted every one of its carefully spun "findings" before their very eyes, using a spirit level and calculator, you have no right to an opinion on the subject.Oh yeah? So if my four-year-old nephew tells me there's a magic leprechaun in the garden I have to spend a week meticulously peering underneath each individual blade of grass before I can tell him he's wrong, do I?Look hard enough, and dementedly enough, and you can find "proof" that Kevin Bacon was responsible for 9/11 - or the 1987 Zeebrugge ferry disaster, come to that. It'd certainly make for a more interesting story, which is precisely why several thousand well-meaning people would go out of their way to believe it. Throughout my twenties I earnestly believed Oliver Stone's account of the JFK assassination. Partly because of the compelling (albeit wildly selective) way the "evidence" was blended with fiction in his 1991 movie - but mainly because I WANTED to believe it. Believing it made me feel important.Embrace a conspiracy theory and suddenly you're part of a gang sharing privileged information; your sense of power and dignity rises a smidgen and this troublesome world makes more sense, for a time. You've seen through the matrix! At last you're alive! You ARE the Emperor of Pluto after all!Except - ahem - you're only deluding yourself, your majesty. Because to believe the "system" is trying to control you is to believe it considers you worth controlling in the first place. The reality - that "the man" is scarcely competent enough to control his own bowels, and doesn't give a toss about you anyway - is depressing and emasculating; just another day in the cardboard box factory. And that's no place for an imaginary emperor, now, is it?

Ah, but then people on this forum are liable to search out wrestling wherever they can. At least now, anyone here who sees a poster with Kongo Kev's name on it knows that they should tear the poster down and then burn the building the show is running in, just to ensure no potential fans ever see him and are put off live wrestling forever.The Bawbag Fifteen - A Public Service If Ever There Was One.

The good thing is if Kid Krazi raises the alarm, no one will believe him and the burning will go on and on.