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  • Soapbox: Our Last Best Hope

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    Our Last Best Hope

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    Two months ago, I had never seen an episode of Babylon 5. I had heard of it, and I was a fan of a lot of the comic book writings of the Babylon 5 creator, J. Michael Straczynski but I had no desire whatsoever to watch the show. There wasn’t any hatred of the show or any real reasoning behind the fact that I hadn’t seen it. It was just one of those things that I hadn’t gotten around to in my life. There are plenty of things in this world that I haven’t gotten around to doing yet, and I have to be honest when I say that shortening that list by watching Babylon 5 wasn’t very high on my list of priorities.

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    But”¦.if I’ve learned nothing else, I’ve learned that I should listen to the advice of my friends. So on the advice of one friend and the insistence of another, I said I’d give Babylon 5 a shot and see if it was a good as they said it would be. Comparisons were made to Joss Whedon and Firefly, so the bar was set pretty high and I went in expecting to be disappointed. I had read Straczynski’s work on Spiderman and Fantastic Four and in particular his amazing, creator owned series Rising Stars so I knew that he was a great writer, but Whedon comparisons still seemed like they might be a bit far fetched.

    Once I took the plunge and started watching, I was hooked. Babylon 5 currently consists of one hundred and ten episodes of the hour long TV series, seven ninety-minute TV movies and a short lived spin-off series called Crusade which lasted for 13 episodes (one less than Whedon’s short lived Firefly) and it took me less than fifty days to devour the whole lot.

    Even before I watched the first episode, what struck me was the age of the show. Having premiered in 1993, the show is only one year away from being legally old enough to drink alcohol and vote, though obviously not at the same time. But given the state of Irish politics, that could actually happen more often than one may think. The reason that I was looking at the year of production was that in the initial recommendation of the show that I received, I was also given the caveat that the special effects, and in particular the exterior space effects were a bit dodgy by today’s standards. The effects that were used throughout the shows and the movies were revolutionary at the time, and Babylon 5 was the first science fictions show to solely use computer generated imagery for the exterior space scenes. While I will concede that the exterior effects aren’t quite up to the standard of Firefly or any Star Trek series since The Next Generation, the effects are not what the series is about. The main selling point of Babylon 5 has always been the quality of the writing and acting on offer.

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    The series’ time line ranges from the year 2245 to 2281 and though the majority of the one hundred and ten episodes of Babylon 5 happen within the five years between 2258 and 2262 we get to see glimpses of Straczynski’s universe as far back as one thousand years and as far forward as one million years in to the future. And in a million years’ worth of narrative, there was almost no errors in continuity save for a few who-met-who-and-when inconsistencies in the movie In The Beginning. Straczynski famously spends ten hours of each day writing and he clearly spent a lot of time sketching out the in-universe chronology, framework and character histories. Some of Straczynski’s planning was made apparent through big revelations like the history of Valen. Some of it was always present but never explained or even mentioned on screen, like the mystery of why Walter Keonig’s character never unclenched his left fist. Out of the one hundred and ten episodes in the show’s run, Straczynski wrote ninety two, and holds the record to this day for writing fifty nine consecutive episodes ranging from the second season through to the fifth. The run was broken by an episode written by Neil Gaiman, which is the only episode in Season Five of the show not written by Straczynski.

    One of the reasons that I didn’t watch Babylon 5 when it originally started airing on this side of the Atlantic was that I felt that it was too similar, too much of a rip off of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. But in fairness there was also a time when I didn’t listen to Bill Hicks because I thought his material was too similar to Denis Leary’s. You live and learn.

    The similarities at first are obvious and plain for anyone to see. The two shows are about space stations that are located near a travel hub and have titles that end with a number Both space stations are home to a myriad of different races, some of which have been at war with one another in the recent past. But there are more subtle similarities than that. In the early days of each show, the story was primarily based on the respective space stations but after a few seasons, both shows introduced a top-of-the-range starship that was initially the only one of its kind but later would serve as the namesake for an entire class of ship. The two shows also heavily featured a storyline involving a war with a mysterious enemy from a different part of space, and in both series it’s arguable that the representative for the two respective enemy races was the main villain for both series. These may still see like fairly obvious comparisons but consider the fate of two characters, both of whom were minor players in their own universes but still managed to rise to prominence. Rom in Deep Space Nine and Vir in Babylon 5 both served much the same purpose and had the same fate. In both cases, Rom and Vir played second fiddle to a decadent master who seemed to embody the classical virtues of their respective societies.

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    Rom was the subordinate to his brother Quark. Quark ostensibly was the perfect Ferengi, dishonest, greedy, amoral and devious. But underneath all of Quark’s bluster and protestations was a being who knew the difference between right and wrong, whether Quark liked it or not. And most of the time, Quark didn’t like it. In the face of a crumbling society and a leadership that was less than capable, Quark fought to keep alive the traditions that he believed in and fought to keep alive the world that he believed in. No matter how much his home changed or how much his own people changed around him, Quark tried to uphold the principles that he was brought up to believe in. In Quark’s mind, contact with humans didn’t weaken him or corrupt him, it merely provided him with more opportunities for profit. Quark was an old school Ferengi who stood for everything that he felt his society should be.

    In Babylon 5, Londo Molari shared a lot of character traits with Quark but ultimately was a much more tragic character. Like Quark, Londo stood for very thing that his world used to represent. Londo was never a child or at least he never had a childhood. He was brought up from a very young age to believe in the ways of his world and never wavered from the duty that the devotion to his world. Where Quark’s ambition always outweighed his ability to succeed, Londo ended up getting exactly what he always desired. Though as he said himself, he had all the power in the world and absolutely no choices. Londo is one of the greatest tragic characters in any form of literature.

    Neither character though would ever have thought that their subordinates would end up rising to the positions that they did. But that’s only because neither Londo nor Quark knew that Deep Space Nine borrowed pretty liberally from the Babylon 5 series bible and scripts.

    It’s difficult thing to write about a subject as expansive as Babylon 5. No matter how much you write, there’s bound to be more unwritten. Even if I wrote of character-trap doors, O’Neill cylinders, Newtonian physics, the numerous Lord Of The Rings references, the numerous 1984 references, the outstanding quality of the guest stars, the speeches that were in the show, and Straczynski’s naming of the show’s two main characters after himself; I’d still be leaving out more than I care to admit.

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    No matter though how much I write or how much I neglect to write, there’s no way that I could possibly cover the subject of Babylon 5 without mentioning G’Kar. G’Kar is, in my humble opinion one of the finest fictional characters ever created. Often serving as a counterpart to Londo Mollari, G’Kar ran the gamut from arms dealer to loud mouth comic relief Ambassador to resistance leader to leader of his people to prophet and explorer. On his own, G’Kar was a magnificent creation, but his constantly changing relationship with Londo was often the heart of the series. From the beginning, we are told that Londo is destined to die at the hands of G’Kar, so their evolution of rivals/enemies/colleagues/co-conspirators and finally ending up as friends was a joy to watch. Londo’s destiny was indeed fulfilled and we got to see it from a few different perspectives, but it wasn’t what he or we initially thought it to be.

    More than any other character on the show, I think that G’Kar became the voice of Straczynski on the show. G’Kar was able to rail against tyranny and speak about the search for meaning in religion, extol the virtue of kindness to your neighbour and deliver one of the best farewell scenes that has ever been committed to celluloid. G’Kar got most of the best lines and best speeches in the show, and Andreas Katsulas who played G’Kar delivered the lines as few could have and brought the character on his odyssey in a truly believable and relatable way. Even if he did look like a snake.

    Babylon 5 truly is a novel made for television with sweeping story lines, interweaving character arcs, joy and heartbreak Neil Gaiman, in the introduction to the first trade paperback collection of Straczynski’s Rising Stars stated that Straczynski had done the impossible with Babylon 5. Ironically enough, Gaiman’s Sandman comic book series was then one of the few times that a similarly impossible task had been achieved. And it’s no exaggeration to state that Babylon 5 paved the way for modern day shows like Lost which also have large casts and preplanned story arcs.

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    Throughout the five year run of Babylon 5, the opening monologue was different each and every year, changing to reflect the status of the story in each year. But one thing remained constant each year, and that was the use of the words “Our last best hope”. I don’t think that it was strictly accurate though, I don’t think that it was our last best hope, I think it was an example of how science fiction should be done, and how a story should be told. I think it’s our best example.

    Simon Fitzgerald

  • Contest Round-Up: 2010-08-26

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    Welcome to our weekly round-up of featured giveaways here at FRED. Every week, we’ll present a new clutch of DVDs, books, and other cool stuff you can take a shot at winning. All you have to do is click on the graphics below to be taken to their respective contest pages. And good luck!

    In conjunction with HarperCollins Entertainment, we’re giving away ten (10) copies of Phill Jupitus’s GOOD MORNING NANTWICH: ADVENTURES IN BREAKFAST RADIO.

    In conjunction with Nickelodeon Home Video, we’re giving away three (3) copies of iCARLY: iSPACE OUT on DVD.

    In conjunction with Anchor Bay Home Video, we’re giving away three (3) copies of EVIL DEAD on Blu-Ray.

    In conjunction with MGM Home Video, we’re giving away three (3) copies of CELEBRATED WOMEN OF COLOR FILM COLLECTION on DVD.

  • BIG BROTHER Blog Report: Day 73

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    Day 73

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    Just before I go into the finalists, I want to take a quick moment and look at something that has made me laugh this week. John James.

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    I have never seen a grown man piss himself so quickly and so satisfyingly (for me) than John James during the prediction task. He went from thinking he has a hard man after trying to make a girl cry to wanting to break the world record in distance running. He literally had the fright of his life. And you know what? Served him right.

    From day one it appeared that John James has a problem with women. Especially women who care about their appearance. Because Rachel was considered attractive by the other housemates and because she expressed an interest in modeling, he took this as an affront to humanity. He took every opportunity to degrade her publicly and even create a few chances out of thin air too. I never liked her myself but his comments were always over the top and vicious.

    We saw the same treatment with Corin. She kept out of his business (and lets face it everyone else’s too) but he could not stop himself from picking a fight with her whenever he felt there was an opening. And when he picks a fight with someone he will not let it go. Like a dog with a bone he will repeat himself until he is blue in the face. Hence why we heard his paranoid ranting about everyone being fake and wanting to win.

    Well, you flew to the other side of the world to get on this show and you’re claiming you don’t want to win it? Fuck off crab eyes. I’m glad you lost. Now fuck off.

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    Seriously guys, I can’t tell the difference

    On to happier things now with a quick run down on my thoughts of the finalists.

    ANDREW

    Nice guy but creepy when it comes to girls. I’m putting my money now on him getting charged for some sort of sexual deviancy in about ten years. Saying that though, he has been funny and unlike most has tried to stick up for people he likes (ok, he stuck up for Josie purely because he wants to get his geek on with her).

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    zZzZzZzZz. I wonder what he’ll do for the next four days without John James to agree with? He got here via mathematics.

    DAVE

    Glory. I hate Dave and I’ve made no secret of that. Glory. While people think he is a nice guy, I’ve seen him bitch about everyone with Ben, John James and anyone else who will listen. Glory. For someone supposedly so loving he has a negative thing to say about everyone. Glory. I really hope he goes early on Tuesday. Glory.

    MARIO

    I said early on in this blog that his mole status was going to do him the world of good in the long term but I’m not so sure I was right about that. He got a little bit moody a few weeks ago and could have gone if the nominations were different. However, he has recently perked back up and has shown the sensitive, quirky side of his that made me warm to him at the start of the show. I like him a lot and hope he comes second.

    JOSIE

    I know she is going to win. You know she is going to win. She had John James under her thumb and pointed out all his failings this week with a nice bit of gusto. Her main problem is that she is desperate for companionship so much that it really affects her ability to hold a grudge against anyone who is mean to her. It’s probably not a problem for her but watching it I would have liked to see her have a few enemies because she can argue with the best of them. Shame. It will be interesting how her “home advantage” against the new Ultimate Big Brother contestants works come Tuesday.

    Aaron Poole
    Follow Aaron on Twitter – @AaronFever

  • TV News: Anticipation

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    Anticipation

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    I’ve heard a lot of folk say that this is their favourite time of the year. They like the fact that it’s still pretty warm out, the fact that the leaves are starting to turn a little bit brown, the fact that the nights are a little bit cooler and it’s easier to sleep but it still stays bright to a pretty reasonable hour so the days still feel a little bit longer. But me, I love this time of year for a slightly different reason.

    Anyone who’s been paying attention will know that San Diego Comic Con happened in the course of the last few weeks. And no matter how you feel about the ever increasing movie and media presence at this “Comic Con”, you can’t help but deny that the convention is a fantastic source of information and generator of anticipation for the TV shows and movies that will grace our screens later in the year.

    Every year, Comic Con seems to mark that start of the overload of information about what we’ll be watching and reading in the year to come. In the last week or so, I’ve been eating up every morsel of information that I can get my greedy little hands on about my favourite shows. And there’s a part of me that loves the run up to the return of the shows more than the actual return itself, because this time of year holds the unspoiled promise of what has yet to come.

    Comics are obviously still a huge part of what Comic Con does, but the comic book world already has a pretty well established promotion machine. Comic books are solicited at least two months ahead of their release dates. Other comic related good like statues or the forthcoming “Earth One” graphic novels are announced and hyped months ahead of the time that they’ll be realized onto the retail market for public consumption. I think that a part of the reason for this is that the world of comic books exists on a pretty long timeline as almost all of the regular titles are released on a monthly basis. TV shows live week to week and they tend to live or die on the spin of a dime so announcing too far ahead of time what’s going to be happening isn’t usually possible.

    But just like Christmas there comes a time once a year when the American TV Networks pimp their shows for all they are worth, sometimes for even more than they are worth. So in that beautiful area of time in between the “media event” that Comic Con has become and the Season Premieres we get teased, we get small glimpses of what has yet to come, tacit promises are made and we build up hopes that may take twenty episodes to be fulfilled. I’ve seen trailers and read teasers and vainly tried to avoid spoilers for the shows that I love. Normally I try to avoid an overload of spoilers, but the news that we get bombarded with at this time of year tends to be general for the entirety of the next televisual year. In no particular order of chronology or importance, these are the shows that I’ve been looking forward to the most and the news that has me anticipating them all the more.

    HOUSE

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    One of the main pieces of news that we’ve received about the new series of House is something that delights me and deeply saddens me all at the same time. We’ve been told that when House picks after the Season break, House and Cuddy will still be a couple. Think about all the shows you’ve seen where two characters who plainly love each other just can’t seem to find a way to make it happen. We’ve seen it in Star Trek: TNG with Picard and Crusher, we’ve seen it in Smallville with Clark and Lana, we’ve seen it in Firefly with Mal and Inara. Hell, we’ve even seen it with Jessica Fletcher and every gray haired guy within a thousand miles of Cabot Cove. The general wisdom is that romances don’t work for the main characters of a TV show. In fact one of the only times that I can think of a TV couple actually getting together was in the 90’s Superman show “Lois & Clark“. Despite the fact that the main focus was always supposed to be on the relationship between Lois and Clark more than Superman himself, the producers and writers of the show seemed to be unable to cope with the corner that they got painted in to by the fact that Lois and Clark got married in DC Comics’ continuity. Let’s just say that it didn’t end well. And the less we speak about “Myrtle Beach”, the better off we will all be.

    But with the sixth Season of House which premieres at the end of September, I honestly believe we’ll see a relationship that can work. It won’t work because DC Comics says it has to, or because a focus group says that it should, it’ll work because five years of foundation has been written into this, because it’s what the viewers have wanted since day one, because it’s what the characters have wanted since before day one. But most of all, it’ll work because it has to.

    In fact the only thing that I’ve seen about the next season that I don’t like is the fact that I’m already being presented with (sigh) “Huddy”. Mankind has done many amazing things in the past few million years. We’ve invented fire, we’ve conquered flight, and we’ve been to the stars. But for some reason we still cannot resist defining two people in a relationship with one reductive, insulting name. “Huddy” sounds like a sexist marketing device to sell Hummers to women who can’t drive.

    Some casting news about the new Season also indicates that Olivia Wilde will be absent for part of the Season due to movie commitments and Jennifer Morrison’s character of Alison Cameron will be returning roughly around mid-season. And without spoiling too much….she won’t be alone.

    There’s also a part of me that’s really curious as to whether or not House will be rocking a new cane this Season, and if he does, will it be as instantly identifiable as the flame cane he used in half of Season Three and through all of Season Four.

    DEXTER

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    OK, there’s not one single person in the entire waking world who saw the close of the last Season of Dexter who isn’t frantically anticipating the start of the new Season. What intrigues me the most about the new Season is that it picks up immediately after the events of the most recent episode.

    If you’ve seen the last episode of the last Season, you know exactly what events I’m talking about. But what always fascinates me about shows that pick up immediately from the previous Season is the logistical issues involved. Yeah, I’m a nerd, but just humour me on this one.

    Dexter has traditionally employed a “three months later” device when going from Season to Season. This allows for the actors to get new hairstyles, get tans etc. without having to explain why the characters suddenly look different. Back in the halcyon days before SDCC, one of the first things that I heard was that Julie Benz would be appearing in the new Season and that her appearance wouldn’t be in a flashback and that it wouldn’t be as a Harry-style ghost. If I’d put any amount of thought in to it, it would have made sense that Julie Benz would be appearing as the same character in the same time frame as before. The only other scenario that I could come up with was that she might be in a video journal with the kids of some description. Hey, nobody ever said that I was a creative genius.

    But what I’m most excited and terrified about in the upcoming Season is the inclusion of the fantastically talented Irish singer and actor, Maria Doyle-Kennedy. Anyone who’s ever seen The Commitments knows that Doyle-Kennedy can act rings around most anyone and has a wonderful, natural Dublin accent (yeah I’m biased here). This is the reason that I’m excited, the reason that I’m terrified is that there’s a fierce tendency to use a stereotype when portraying the Irish on TV in America. I still weep when I think of the scenes in Heroes a few years ago that were set in Cork where Peter got involved with some gangsters who were looking for their stolen OiPods.

    But keep your fingers crossed that the writers and producers will keep their wits about them and let Maria do what she does best. Also, if she happens to break into a rendition of “Son of a Preacher Man”, I won’t be overly upset either.

    STARGATE: UNIVERSE

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    There was a time when I wasn’t sure if there actually would be a second Season of Stargate: Universe Don’t misunderstand me, I loved the show right from the start, but we live in a world where Firefly can get cancelled, so it’s best not to be overly cocky about the survival of any good science fiction show.

    The first piece of news that came out about the new Season is that the Season’s recurring villain is going to be played by Robert Knepper who played T-Bag in Prison Break. The character that he’ll be playing is designed to butt heads with Louis Ferreira’s Colonel Young. Though that’s not to say that things between Young and Robert Carlysle’s Doctor Rush will get smoother any time soon. We learn pretty soon into the new Season that Rush has made a pretty huge discovery relating to control of The Destiny. But Rush keeps the discovery to himself and the eventual revelation brings major conflict between the two characters and leads to a scene that runs to eleven pages. That scene won’t be happening until the seventh episode of Season Two but it’s going to be worth the wait, that much is almost guaranteed.

    Before the advent of SDCC this year, there was a half-news item what was released by the producers of Universe revealing that there would be a Universe / Atlantis crossover roughly mid-way through Season Two. There was no indication at that point as to exactly what cast members from Atlantis would be appearing on Universe or even in what capacity. At SDCC, it was announced that the two guest stars would be David Hewlett and Robert Picardo. Hewlett was sort of obvious, seeing as his character is the most loved character from Atlantis and has more in-series knowledge of the technology than anyone else in the world.

    HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER

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    I don’t think that there’s ever been a time when I wasn’t looking forward to the next episode of How I Met your Mother. But this year, the writers and producers basically went out in front of the world’s press and admitted that they screwed up on some things in the last Season. I’ve publicly declared my love for How I Met Your Mother, and it’ll take an awful lot for me to fall out of love with the show, but I will admit that there did seem to be an absence of forward momentum in the area of finding out who the Mother is in the last Season.

    The producers have stated that there will be more forward momentum in the new Season, and they’ve also gone out of their way not to confirm or deny the possibility that the Mother will be introduced at some stage and that the show will keep running after the revelation and introduction.

    But for my money, the biggest and best announcement about the new Season is that there will be a new future. Not an alternate future, just a look at a different timeframe in Ted’s future. This could potentially be amazing. We might get to see Future Barney, we might get to see Future Robin and if I’m at all correct, we might get to see that Future Barney and Future Robin are a couple. We still don’t know exactly how far in to the future the new scenes are going to be, but I have a feeling that they are going to give us answers to some old questions, answers to questions we didn’t even know that we had. Mostly though, we’ll be entertained and we’ll get to see that it doesn’t matter how you tell a story, and that sometimes different parts of a story need different details.

    So what shows are you looking forward to in the upcoming year? What storylines? What guest stars? Let us know!

    Simon Fitzgerald

  • Contest Round-Up: 2010-08-19

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    Welcome to our weekly round-up of featured giveaways here at FRED. Every week, we’ll present a new clutch of DVDs, books, and other cool stuff you can take a shot at winning. All you have to do is click on the graphics below to be taken to their respective contest pages. And good luck!

    In conjunction with Classic Media, we’re giving away three (3) copies of ROCKY & BULLWINKLE: SEASON 4 on DVD.

    In conjunction with HBO Home Video, we’re giving away three (3) copies of FLIGHT OF THE CONCHORDS: THE COMPLETE SERIES on DVD.

    In conjunction with History Channel Home Video, we’re giving away three (3) copies of PAWN STARS: THE COMPLETE SEASON TWO on DVD.

    In conjunction with History Channel Home Video, we’re giving away three (3) copies of AX MEN: THE COMPLETE SEASON THREE on DVD.

    In conjunction with History Channel Home Video, we’re giving away three (3) copies of GANGLAND: SEASON FIVE on DVD.

    In conjunction with History Channel Home Video, we’re giving away three (3) copies of THE UNIVERSE: OUR SOLAR SYSTEM on Blu-Ray.

    In conjunction with History Channel Home Video, we’re giving away one (1) prize pack containing six History Channel Instant Expert DVDS – EGYPT, THE FRENCH REVOLUTION, THE MAYFLOWER, BEN FRANKLIN, BEOWULF, THE STORY OF OIL.

    In conjunction with Adult Swim Home Video, we’re giving away three (3) copies of TITAN MAXIMUM on DVD.

    In conjunction with Nickelodeon Home Video, we’re giving away a copy of TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES: TURTLES FOREVER on DVD.

    In conjunction with Image Entertainment, we’re giving away two (2) copies of $5 A DAY on DVD.

    In conjunction with Rhino Records, we’re giving away two (2) copies of THE SWITCH soundtrack on CD.

  • BIG BROTHER Blog Report: Day 68

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    Day 68

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    Things have gotten a little predictable in the house. There have been no shock evictions. New people have entered and left without really making an impact (apart from Keeley impacting the floor, obviously). John James and Josie are a steady couple so the “will-they-won’t-they” interest has gone. In essence… I’m bored.

    Not that there hasn’t been good bits but most of them have been tasks devised by Big Brother to help with the tedium. It’s all a bit too lovey dovey. I blame Dave for a lot of that. I also blame Dave for everything else in the world that I dislike but maybe I’m taking my hatred of him too far. WHY WON’T YOU PEOPLE EVICT HIM?!

    Alas, with only a sliver of hope for some fighting or at the very least a bit of drama, I must turn to one man. Or should I say, one boy. Sammy Pepper…

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    In many ways, I don’t like the guy. But I have to give him credit for injecting some interest back into the show. With his hyper energy, whiney voice and his inability to use tact in any shape or form he has single handedly taken over Big Brother’s cameras as the only person doing anything.

    Now I must be clear. I’m not saying he is a fantastic watch, because he is not, but at least he’s doing SOMETHING. Andrew sits about, Mario does nothing but moan, Dave is too busy laughing at his own jokes, Corin is loving it, John James and Josie are under a duvet, JJ is too busy checking himself out and Steve… is Steve still on the show? So yeah, it’s not so much about Sam being a brilliant watch, it’s just that the others have become so dull.

    I think a partial amount of the problem is the average age in the house being so high. Half the house is over 30. You know as well as I do that most people do dumb things in their early 20s and it’s the dumb things that are entertaining to watch. Also the lack of good looking people who are single has reduced the amount of drama when everyone gets a few drinks into them. So when Sammy Pepper (I still think it’s a great name) gets 3 cups of coffee into him and starts running around like Cornholio then at least something is happening.

    I felt for the kid when he heard JJ, John James and Dave bitching about him in the showers because it was a typical “olders boys are being mean about me” scenario. I can understand that the guys felt he deserved the bad things being said but I think they forget that they are the grown-ups in the situation and Sam isn’t. Bitching like school girls in the shower doesn’t make you look good.

    And yes I said the words “school girl” and “shower” without making a pervy joke. I’m just going to have to live with that.

    Couple of quick notes:
    – Josie is in the final. Lets face it, she is going to win by a landslide.
    – Until I see the guest list for this “House of Champions” Big Brother final, I feel a bit pessimistic about it.
    – Seriously John James, you’re a lunatic and I’m tired of your paranoid rantings about every housemate. Get over yourself.
    – Could someone punch Dave in the face for me? Please? Can we make that a task?

    Aaron Poole
    Follow Aaron on Twitter – @AaronFever

  • Contest Round-Up: 2010-08-12

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    Welcome to our weekly round-up of featured giveaways here at FRED. Every week, we’ll present a new clutch of DVDs, books, and other cool stuff you can take a shot at winning. All you have to do is click on the graphics below to be taken to their respective contest pages. And good luck!

    In conjunction with Fox Home Video, we’re giving away three (3) copies of THE JONESES on DVD.

    In conjunction with BBC Home Video, we’re giving away a copy of DESPERATE ROMANTICS on DVD.

    In conjunction with EMI, we’re giving away a Summer Music CD Pack containing the following CDs: BEACH BOYS: SOUNDS OF SUMMER, THE BEASTIE BOYS: SOLID GOLD HITS, BOB SEGAR & THE SILVER BULLET BAND: GREATEST HITS, STEVE MILLER BAND: GREATEST HITS 1974-78, POISON: 20 YEARS OF ROCK.

    In conjunction with Warner Bros. Home Video, we’re giving away three (3) copies of ONE TREE HILL: SEASON 7 on DVD.

  • Soapbox: America’s Serial Killing Sweetheart

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    Dexter Morgan: America’s Serial Killing Sweetheart

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    Since it’s premiere in December 2007, the hit Showtime series Dexter has been immensely popular – and immensely controversial. I have no desire to debate the merits and drawbacks of viewers identifying with or even liking a character who is, in fact, a serial killer – but I feel I must address why Dexter and his Dark Passenger are so captivating to so many.

    Many of the greatest characters of all time have been evil, murderous and generally horrific people. Though they may be fascinating, Hannibal Lecter and the Wicked Witch of the West are not the most relatable characters out there, and the same holds true for most villains in popular culture. Dexter however, minus the occasional slicing and dicing of evildoers, is very relatable to anybody who has ever felt less than comfortable in society. We are all guilty of faking certain human interactions at some point or another during our lives, and Dexter’s character takes this to the utmost extreme. He’s a better faker than any of us could hope to be, because he fakes everything.

    Fantastic writing is the key ingredient in the fabulous formula which is Dexter. Though the Dexter book series differs immensely from the television series (which is based solely on the first book, Darkly Dreaming Dexter, and the character Dexter himself) they are both fantastic. Since I have managed to keep this article spoiler-free in terms of the television series, I may as well keep the book spoilers out of it as well. Suffice it to say that if you liked the show, you will like the books ( I have just started the fourth novel in the series, and I promise to write a full review of the Dexter series when I am finished). But be warned: the books are a bit more unsettling than the series, in a number of ways.

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    A big part of Dexter’s charm also comes from Michael C Hall’s immense acting talent, which was obvious from his portrayal of David Fisher in HBO’s Six Feet Under – a faker in his own right, just in a much different context. The talent of the entire cast is not to be taken for granted, either – just look at John Lithgow’s stunning (and award winning) performance as the Trinity killer, or Jennifer Carpenter’s always amusing portrayal of Dexter’s foul mouthed sister Deb.

    The next ingredient? Humor. Though upon first glance Dexter will not strike most folks as a comedic show, Dexter’s inner observations are not only quite often very humorous but also very astute. All aspects of the show are extremely well written, but Dexter’s inner observations steal the show in terms of laugh out loud moments as well as biting social commentary.

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    I have seen many different reactions to Dexter (and no, none of them have resulted in murder, fortunately) but the one that always surprises me is when people say that this show glamorizes or even encourages murder and vigilantism – not just folks giving a shallow read of what they think the show is about, but people who have actually watched the entire series. Yes, we all know Dexter only kills “bad guys” – but not for one second do I feel like this show has ever glamorized killing. If anything, this show illustrates just how difficult it is to successfully get away with it – especially if you look at characters other than Dexter. Dexter is never presented as anything other than an anomaly – because of Harry’s influence. Dexter would be just another killer, no different from one of his victims without the introduction of “Harry’s code” into his life.

    The much anticipated 5th season of Dexter begins airing September 26, 2010 on Showcase. (Click here to view the trailer) Until then, check out the Dexter: Early Cuts Webisodes available here.

    Mary Hoffman

  • BIG BROTHER Blog Report: Day 52

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    Day 52

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    Well, lots to talk about but let’s start with the obvious:

    Ben is gone.

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    He was a bitch, he was a lover, he was a child, he was a mother, he was a sinner, he was a saint (remind me I owe Meredith Brooks a cheque) but damn it he was good television. I said before that Ben was a people pleaser but more so than anything else he was a self pleaser and I’m not just talking about what he does in the mirror. Ben was lazy at the tasks because to exert effort would mean he cares and he just couldn’t care less. Sweat wasn’t something on his radar because he led a privileged life and didn’t really have to work hard to get anything, so why start now? All he really worried about was whether or not people thought he was a good person because if he was soon positively he could do what he wanted.

    Ironically for someone who wanted to be liked by everyone so much Ben got evicted by the public because of his bitchy remarks about the people around him. Ben liked to think that he wasn’t bitchy but honest. The problem with his theory is that it’s only honesty if you say it to the person you’re talking about. When you say it behind their backs, that’s when you are perceived as devious. One particularly bad comment he made this week, which it appears was the last straw, was directed towards Josie. Ben made the very bad judgement of making this comment in the presence on Josie’s reluctant lover John James. Essentially, Ben said “She has been dressing up in more revealing clothes and I don’t think she can get away with that with her figure”. Ouch.

    Good bye good sir. I’m sure we’ll see you pop up in the written media somehow. You can’t keep a good dog down, especially when he’s a purebred.

    In other news, Dave is a moron

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    He’s been winding me up more and more as the weeks go by. He thinks he’s hilarious. He thinks he a genius. He thinks a lot of things. He’s wrong all the time. So, here are a few things I would like to say to him to set him straight.

    – If you’re doing a task where you have to ignore the distractions in the house, RUNNING UP TO THE DISTRACTIONS AND LOOKING DIRECTLY AT THEM is failing the task.
    – Telling Josie she needs to lose weight because she isn’t as skinny as yout wife isn’t a nice thing to say.
    – When you’re told to ignore a new housemate in order to pass a task, saying I WONDER IF WE’LL GET A NEW HOUSEMATE IN is neither big nor clever. Shut up.
    – You’re a minister? So is it very holy to look up your wife’s skirt on national television? Do you think that’s respectful?
    – I don’t care how full your belly is with love, it’s mostly fat so you’ll have to run a hell of a lot faster in the garden to work that shit off.
    – Fuck off home now, please.

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    Shabby walked.
    Caoimhe walked.
    Keeley was carried.
    John James walked. But walked back in.
    Laura walked.

    We’ve almost had as many housemates leave as we have had evicted. It’s all getting a little pathetic. I’m all for people removing themselves from bad situations but this year it’s all been whiney, moany, prissy little problems that has everyone leaving.

    Shabby couldn’t handle the fact that there was someone in the house she fancied. Caoimhe couldn’t handle the fact that her boyfriend might think she was a bit of a slut. Keeley couldn’t handle the fact that she twisted her ankle (ouch). John James couldn’t handle the fact that he fancied Josie. Laura couldn’t handle the fact that she was still sad after her boyfriend cheated on her (ouch).

    Real feelings and body injuries aside, can people not deal with their emotions anymore? It’s been noted that this year the housemates are extremely tactile and cuddly. Hugs are often associated with people needing affirmation and assurance. Are they all so fragile? Is this a magnifying glass on modern society as a whole? It’s hard to tell. Maybe I’m being heartless, but god damn it people, get over it!

    Aaron Poole
    Follow Aaron on Twitter – @AaronFever

  • Review: BLACK NARCISSUS and THE RED SHOES

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    Black Narcissus and The Red Shoes

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    The Films

    You have to feel sorry for Britain’s film community. Directors don’t get recognized until they make it to Hollywood, at which point they become absorbed into the American system. Hitchcock and Chaplin were not only English by birth but by nature, predisposed to dry comedy and, certainly in Hitch’s case, dark irony. Yet they’re among the purest examples of Hollywood filmmakers, two of the five most influential directors funded by the American system, and they’re but early examples of America’s way of denying England its own cinematic glory.

    As such, the relative obscurity into which Michael Powell and his frequent collaborator, Emeric Pressburger, have fallen is at once tragic and completely foreseeable. In their heyday, the British director and the Hungarian ex-pat screenwriter, operating under the moniker The Archers, could easily have secured work in Hollywood, but Powell never elected to move, perhaps aware that he was just too British. Fortunately for the British, there may be no director in the history of the medium more cinematic, save perhaps Nicholas Ray: both were first-class Expressionists, masters of color, shadow and the freedom of cinematic editing.

    Black Narcissus and The Red Shoes comprise the second half of the most impressive four-year period of any director, each year marked by its own masterpiece. Starting with 1945’s I Know Where I’m Going! and continuing with A Matter of Life and Death (also called Stairwayx to Heaven, Powell and Pressburger’s gold run by no means makes up their only great films (to the edge of both bookends are masterpieces like The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp and The Tales of Hoffmann) but condenses everything the pair had to offer into four capital-R Romantic melodramas that will tear your soul to tatters.

    Black Narcissus, timed with the independence of India in the same year, uses classical melodramatic technique to demonstrate why British occupation failed in the first place. A formalist triumph, the film contains arguably the greatest use of color in cinematic history (the only contender that comes to mind is Johnny Guitar). Not a single frame was shot in India, a jarring notion when faced with matte paintings, miniatures and studio sets so seamlessly combined that they look too real for a film made in the 1940s. Frankly, I cannot think of another film that uses miniatures so convincingly until I arrive at Peter Jackson’s Lord of the Rings trilogy over a half century later.

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    Yet the falsity of the film’s construction aids Powell on thematic and aesthetic grounds: this is a movie about what happens when people attempt to remake the world into their own image, and its chief atmosphere comes from the total control Powell and cinematographer Jack Cardiff exerted on color and lighting, control they enjoyed precisely because it was all staged. A group of nuns take residence in a palace — a former harem, no less, much to my amusement — where they seek to start a school for girls and a hospital.

    Soon, however, the splendor of their surroundings begins to affect the sisters in strange ways. Juxtaposing the plain, oatmeal-colored habits with the bright dyes of the locals clothing, Powell stresses how alien the British women are, perched as they are on the face of a cliff 9,000 feet above the ground in their whitewashed, palatial whorehouse.

    Rather than use the exoticism to lure the women away from their vows, Powell stresses how the environment simply unlocks latent memories and desires in foreign agents, removed from their own surroundings and more capable of seeing what’s left behind. Sister Clodagh (Deborah Kerr), the young and condescending leader of the group, starts to daydream of a past romance that drove her to the order when it failed, while another nun becomes so absent-minded and focused on something deep in her mind that she plants flowers in the vegetable patches.

    Then there’s Sister Ruth, played by Kathleen Byron. Where Clodagh sours in her repression, Ruth has become a bundle of nerves, crackling buried desire with every look. Bryon’s performance is one of the great performances of madness in the cinema: you can see it when she runs into a room early in the film covered in the blood of a local patient, looking oddly pleased with herself, and the mounting of her lust for Dean (Jack Farrar), the shorts-sporting government agent and symbol of arrogant imperialism, begins to twist her physically as Byron’s mouth twists into feral grins and makeup gives her flesh the pale green/purple hue of Sleeping Beauty‘s Maleficent. Combined with Powell’s masterful pacing and artistic staging, the simple act of putting on lipstick can be more horrific than any violent action.

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    Films about lost faith and buried sexuality are somber affairs, the realm of Ingmar Bergman and Carl Dreyer. But Black Narcissus is a movie of passion, sensuality popping off the screen in every shot as the tightly structured plot takes unperceived twists and turns until it winds up a full-blown opera. Powell’s approach lifts the feature out of any single message, blending in its critical study of imperialism and its suggestions concerning the effect of religious piety on the mind and body into a sumptuous feast of color and emotion, making for what may be Powell’s most gripping adventure.

    But if Black Narcissus combined eroticism with politics, the Archers’ masterpiece, The Red Shoes, filters sensuality through its purest form: art. The climactic sequence of Powell’s previous film choreographed the action to the score, preparing him nicely for a film about ballet. But just as Black Narcissus quickly broke free of its social message to spiral off into far grander territory, so too does The Red Shoes use ballet as a springboard for a larger commentary on all art.

    Lermontov, the strict ballet impresario played by Anton Walbrook, is modeled after the great leader of the Ballets Russes, Sergei Diaghilev. Diaghliev was a demanding taskmaster, but he also revolutionized the art form of ballet by seeking out the newest and most innovative talent – it was Diaghliev, after all, who introduced the world to Stravinsky and supported him even when the composer’s work sparked riots among the intelligentsia.

    Lermontov is no less unforgiving, but Powell digs into the character, explaining such cruelties as firing the lead ballerina for getting engaged not as the whims of an artistic tyrant but the side-effects of a dedication to art. He tells an upper-class art patron that ballet is a religion to him, and when he finally acquiesces to her wishes to audition her niece, Vicky (Moira Shearer), he asks her a test question first. “Why do you want to dance” he asks with a hint of danger, but he soon learns that Vicky isn’t just some feckless relative relying on her aunt to get famous. “Why do you want to live?” she responds immediately. “Well, I don’t know exactly why, but … I must.” “That’s my answer, too.”

    Powell & Pressburger frame the central conflict of the film around this idea, making an odd love triangle with Vicky at the center. On one hand is Lermontov, representative of art; on the other, Craster (Marius Goring), the young composer who falls for the dancer. Thus, the choice the dancer must make is between physical love and love of the abstract, love of artistic expression. When Lermontov expresses jealousy toward Craster, it is not out of sexual competition but a desire to see the greatest conduit for dance he’s ever seen dedicate herself fully to the arts.

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    Not that sex and dance are ever separated in the course of the film’s 135 minutes. Craster, already a wunderkind, finds writing even easier with Vicky as a muse. For his part, Lermontov clearly receives his physical and emotional gratification from watching ballet, and the reason he pushes his dancers, composers and designers further than anyone else may be that he must see bolder and bolder art to continue satisfying unaddressed biological needs.

    This unorthodox approach to sensuality makes the naked repression of the nuns in Black Narcissus look quaint by comparison. Despite the setbacks of social norms, The Red Shoes contains the most flagrantly sexual moment in the cinema, and it’s a sequence that has no overt connection to sex. The film’s centerpiece is an epic dance number than breaks the rules of physics, much less ballet, to communicate how Vicky views art. Earlier in the film, Powell wryly touched upon the social nature of box seats in theaters, designed to allow the higher-ups to view each other rather than watch the show, yet Vicky never took her eyes of the stage. Once she finally appears with the group, the screen explodes into Expressionistic, libidinous freedom. Vicky’s dance partners vanish into costumed outlines that exist only because Vicky must acknowledge at least that she’s interacting with an object, and at one point her chief partner morphs into both Lermontov and Craster. This is what it looks like to see a genius attuned to the craft, and Powell stresses that Vicky doesn’t care an ounce for fame when he imposes a shot of waves crashing on a rocky beach in place of the applauding audience: the crowd is just background noise behind what really matters.

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    Brilliantly, Powell allows the audience to truly ponder the question of choosing romance over art. Vicky, confined by gender roles of the day, should not have even been given the option of following her career at the expense of a relationship, but the director understands genius. Had Mozart not died at 35 but instead given up music to appease a lover, would we look upon that act as a romantic gesture, or the denial of a world-class talent to appease the whims of one lovesick individual? As Powell gave his nuns the freedom to have physical desires in Black Narcissus, he also gives Vicky the option of making a choice between two equally viable options. Whatever choice she makes will be tragic, and the film is made even more heartbreaking through Powell’s effortless control of empathy, an emotional counterbalance to the cold tricks of the other British master, Hitchcock.

    If you’re still on the fence about these films, I can only point to Powell’s biggest fan to try to sell you: if you like Martin Scorsese, I can personally guarantee you will love these movies. Marty includes something of Powell into all of his films — the shadowed boxing crowds in Raging Bull reflect the subjectivity of a master focused solely on the craft and not who’s enjoying it, and Shutter Island contains open homages to both Black Narcissus (looking down the cliff) and The Red Shoes (the spiral staircase Leo climbs at the end). Scorsese even befriended Powell after the Brit found himself out of work after the better-than-Psycho psychosexual thriller Peeping Tom and his editor, Thelma Schoonmaker, married Powell. If I ever met Scorsese, we might end up mutually gushing over the Archers more than Marty’s own work, but that’s the effect Powell has on you: less cynical than Nick Ray, Powell belongs in the pantheon of directors with a pure grasp on emotion along with Griffith, Kurosawa and other rarefied names. I cannot promise that you will like these two films but — arrogant as this may be — I can say that, if you don’t, the problem doesn’t lie with Powell.

    Blu-Ray specs

    The restorations for both Black Narcissus and The Red Shoes were joint efforts on behalf of Janus Films (Criterion’s parent company) and the British ITV, who put out their own Blu-Rays a year ago. I’d been wondering when Criterion would finally get around to releasing copies Stateside. The wait was worth it. ITV’s single-layer discs are, judging from screenshot comparisons, perfectly suitable transfers of the restoration. The Criterion discs, however, use dual-layer BDs and take up nearly all the bitrate. The result is a crisper image, not to the point that those in Region B need to seethe but noticeable enough in places, especially on Black Narcissus. Either way, these images are breathtaking, restoring the impeccable color of Jack Cardiff’s cinematography fully. I’m happy that Criterion brought their old method of restoration demonstrations out of the box after a few studios complained in the past to show just how completely ITV and Janus cleaned up the film.

    Both films were stunning even in their damaged versions, but now the imagery achieves maximum effect. The blue sky that catches Clodagh’s attention while praying in the drab chapel is even more arresting in its new clarity, as is the close-up of Vicky’s made-up face while dancing. Criterion’s restorations are often revelatory, and the work they did earlier this year with Nicholas Ray’s masterpiece, Bigger Than Life, demonstrated clearly what they could achieve with old Technicolor movies, but these are vital upgrades to two of the most beautiful films ever made, looking better even than Ray’s visual tour-de-force.

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    The audio is strong to boot, communicating the boisterous scores of classical filmmaking and leaving the dialogue crisp. But it’s the imagery that will suck you in time and again, eradicating the many issues of fading, scratches and blurring that plagued the weak transfer of the three-strip Technicolor when Criterion first put these on DVD.

    Extras

    Most of the two films’ extras come from the original DVDs, but they were among Criterion’s best supplements. A commentary track for Black Narcissus featuring the director and Martin Scorsese in particular is one of the greatest DVD extras of all time, and the discs have been fleshed out with updated pieces on the restorative efforts that went into cleaning up the film, all of which are worth a look to those who respect what specialty companies like Criterion and ITV do for classic films. There’s some inevitable overlap between making-of features and individual interviews, but overall the extras pad out the most impressive one-two punch Criterion has released this year.

    Final Thoughts

    Both of these films are true masterpieces, and I count The Red Shoes among my 10 favorite films of all time. I tried to keep my reviews short this time, finally remembering that my usual style is meant for those who have seen the movie, not those thinking of buying it. But I also held back because it’s all too easy to lose oneself in superlatives when discussing Powell & Pressburger. People tend to view classic films in a vacuum, as if standing behind a velvet rope in a museum, and even when people say, “They don’t make ’em like they used to,” they slip in an undercurrent of relief beneath the perfunctory regret. But Powell is one of those old filmmakers who, like Ray, could slip under your skin and break boundaries so completely that you didn’t even realize just how many risks they’d taken until you reach the end. The vibrancy of these two films, made clearer through the nearly perfect restorations, is arresting in the way that few modern films are, not because people don’t try as hard or because somehow things are only good when they’ve aged or other nonsense, but because Powell & Pressburger were as attuned to their art form as Vicky Page was to the ballet. Cinema was in their blood, and not the tragedy of Powell’s eventual artistic exile can undercut the majesty of their work. Regardless of what Powell film I watch, even ones not written by his Hungarian friend, I think of a conversation the two shared in preparation for I Know Where I’m Going!: Pressburger wanted to make a movie about a woman on an island, and the director wanted to know how she got there. Without missing a beat, Emeric replied, “Let’s make the film and find out.”

    Jake Cole is a journalism student at Auburn University, where he regularly avoids people in favor of writing about film, television and music on his blog, Not Just Movies. He aspires to be a critic, partially out of his love for film but mainly because he’s always dreamed of living a life of extreme poverty.

  • Contest Round-Up: 2010-07-29

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    Welcome to our weekly round-up of featured giveaways here at FRED. Every week, we’ll present a new clutch of DVDs, books, and other cool stuff you can take a shot at winning. All you have to do is click on the graphics below to be taken to their respective contest pages. And good luck!

    In conjunction with Disney Home Video, we’re giving away a copy of JAMES & THE GIANT PEACH on Blu-RayDVD.

    In conjunction with Lionsgate Home Video, we’re giving away a copy of KICK ASS on Blu-Ray/DVD.

  • Contest Round-Up: 2010-07-22

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    Welcome to our weekly round-up of featured giveaways here at FRED. Every week, we’ll present a new clutch of DVDs, books, and other cool stuff you can take a shot at winning. All you have to do is click on the graphics below to be taken to their respective contest pages. And good luck!

    In conjunction with BBC Home Video, we’re giving away three (3) copies of LOOK AROUND YOU: SEASON 1 on DVD.

    In conjunction with MTV Home Video, we’re giving away five (5) copies of JERSEY SHORE: SEASON 1 on DVD.

    In conjunction with History Channel Home Video, we’re giving away three (3) copies of LIFE AFTER PEOPLE: SEASON 2 on Blu-Ray.

    In conjunction with MGM Home Video, we’re giving away three (3) copies of STARGATE UNIVERSE 1.5 on DVD.

    In conjunction with New Video, we’re giving away five (5) copies of RED VS. BLUE: SEASON 6 on DVD.

    In conjunction with A&E Home Video, we’re giving away three (3) copies of DOG THE BOUNTY HUNTER: CRIME IS ON THE RUN on DVD.

  • Soapbox: Bee Day 1977

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    Bee Day 1977

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    beesAt the beginning of autumn in 1977, I had not yet started kindergarten and my Nana (who I lived with) dressed me in a yellow Star Wars tee-shirt and sent me off for the day to my cousins’ grandmother’s place, on a nearby farm. I hated the tee-shirt because I thought it was boyish. I was also mistrustful because I’d heard that bees were attracted to the color yellow. Did you think that when you were little? Maybe it’s just because everyone I knew was a dumb bumpkin.

    So, my cousins (Clint and Winfield) and I were playing in the cab of an abandoned farm truck in a field, when suddenly they yelled, “Bees!” and jumped from the cab, closing the doors behind them and leaving me alone. Before I could get the rusty old door open, I had been stung by three bees that had apparently been nesting inside the truck. I had never been stung by a bee before and I took it REALLY hard. I was pretty convinced I was going to die. My cousins’ grandmother took me in and picked out the stingers and smeared toothpaste on me, but she had one of the farm workers drive me home to the farm we lived on because I was still very shaken up.

    At home, when I asked my Nana if I could change my shirt because it was yellow and that’s why I got stung by bees, she wouldn’t allow me to because she was the one who did all the laundry and I think deep down inside she hated me. So, I was allowed to watch cartoons while I continued post-hysterical-crying-shuddering on the sofa for a few hours.

    When it got to be later in the afternoon, my Nana told me she’d seen the mail truck go up the road and that she wanted me to go outside and get the mail. Our mailbox was a short distance from our house, maybe fifty yards or so. I was like, “No. I’m scared to go outside.” Nana was not having it. She started shrieking at me about how I couldn’t spend the rest of my life afraid to go outside because it is very rare that a person is stung by bees, etc. (For the record, I don’t think I wanted to spend the rest of my life afraid of going outside, I just wanted to spend the rest of the afternoon afraid of it.) The only thing scarier than the memory of being stung by three bees at that point was the notion of being further cursed out and sent to my room where there was no TV, so I caved. For whatever reason, I was able to overcome the psychological hurdle of going out the door and walking up the road because I had the idea that I’d take this big red umbrella with me. Maybe I thought it would cover me, plus the red would distract from the yellow. Either way, my Nana told me I looked ridiculous going out on a sunny day with an open umbrella and I’m sure I did.

    I remember walking about halfway to the mailbox and that it was really windy and hard to hold onto the umbrella and that is all I remember before blacking out. Why did that happen? Well, according to what I’ve been told, it’s because I walked straight into a swarm of angry bees. I guess when I took a long time coming back, my grandmother looked out the window and saw me lying in the road. She came out to get me and I was covered with a carpet of bees, passed out. She carried me inside and called my mother who rushed home from work. (I’m not sure, but if this ever happens to any kid I know, I might call an ambulance, but maybe she didn’t know the number?)

    By the time my mom got to us, I had woken up, so good for me. My mom walked over to our neighbors’ house (they owned the farm we lived on) to warn them about the bee-saster and on the way, she got several bees on her (which she was and still is allergic to) and when she got to their door, she was trying to swat them away. The lady of the farmhouse was saying, “Don’t kill them! Don’t kill them! Those are our honeybees!” Come to find out, the farmer family had started raising honeybees and the very windy day had blown over two hives which broke. The farmwife panicked (???) and decided the proper course of action would be to throw the hives into the brook that ran by our houses. Which caused the bees to decide that the proper course of action would be to swarm.

    The upshot of the story is, I went to the hospital because I couldn’t walk properly and was puking. They counted over a hundred stings on me and said that not walking and puking seemed pretty normal for a kid that had been stung a hundred times. In the end, I threw the Star Wars shirt away and didn’t go outside for over a week or something, until I was coaxed out under cover of darkness, to go bowling.

    That’s my bee day of 1977. Thank you for letting me tell you.

    Caissie St. Onge

  • Soapbox: Lackluster

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    Lackluster

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    One advertising slogan that never really applied to me was “If you only see one movie this month…”. I spend a lot of time in the cinema, and it’d be a very rare turn of events that would lead me to not go to see a movie at least once a week. Going to the cinema with such regularity means that I get to see everything that I want to see and I get to see some films that I don’t necessarily want to see, but am willing to take a chance on. And now, here we are again almost at the end of “Blockbuster Season” and I haven’t really been awesomed by many films.

    As I write this, there is some small hope left in the Season, hope that we might go from somewhat-lacklustre to absolute-blockbuster. Inception went on general release last week in most countries around the world and it impressed the hell out of me. So far, it’s been the saving grace of the summer. Toy Story 3 went on general release in Ireland and the UK on the 19th of July (yes, it went on general release on a Monday for some stupid reason) and is riding high on stellar reviews from America where the movie has been out for quite some time. The A-Team and The Karate Kid have both yet to be released here and both have gotten very mixed reviews but still carry with them some small promise of salvation, but that hope is very small. I think that when all is said and done, Inception and Toy Story 3 could be the winners this year with a special mention for How To Train Your Dragon. That movie was released in March of this year, so it was probably too early to be considered a summer blockbuster, but hands down it’s been my favourite movie of the year and probably my favourite animated movie of all time. And as such, I’m allowing it for consideration in this column.

    Dependant on what part of the world you’re reading this in, your experience of the blockbuster season could well be different to mine. In Eastern Europe, The A-Team went on release weeks ago and Toy Story 3 is out but Inception is still a week away. In this age of instant information when a movie can live or die on the strength of reviews, there’s still a huge discrepancy in the release dates of certain movies. There was a time when I was really looking forward to seeing The Last Airbender, but after reading consistently awful reviews from both viewers and critics in America, I’ll be giving that movie a wide miss. The practice of staggering releases around the world also has a hugely detrimental effect when it comes to internet piracy. There are certain people who will want to see a big blockbuster movie as soon as it’s available, no matter how it’s available. If I felt a burning need to see The A-Team before the 28th of July, I could very easily have a good quality digital copy of the movie sitting on my hard drive by now and let’s face it, if I have the movie on my hard drive there’s very little chance that I’d pay to see it on a bigger screen upon it’s cinematic release in Ireland. But illegalness isn’t my style, and I enjoy going to the cinema far too much, so the closest I’ll come to piracy is a Pirates Of The Caribbean marathon over the course of a weekend at home.

    Looking at the listings for this week at my local cinema, it strikes me that there’s a smaller choice of movies now than there is at almost any other time during the year. I think that part of the reason for this is that studios are afraid that “smaller” movies will be steamrolled over by the bigger blockbuster movies. But another reason for it is 3D. At present, Shrek Forever After and Toy Story 3D account for four movies even though they are obviously only two. Having to accommodate 3D versions of movies, and not even the summer blockbusters, means that the movie will take up two spaces on a schedule and that just means that someone has to lose out. And the “someone” who loses out is usually the audience.

    The only movie with which I can compare the 3D version to the 2D version is How To Train Your Dragon. I got to see that movie three times in the cinema and the second viewing was in 3D, due to scheduling more than any desire to sit in the cinema wearing a set of plastic glasses over my own prescription glasses. And I have to say that I really didn’t notice any discernable difference between the two versions. Though I think the movie is pretty much perfect either way. I think and I hope that 3D will come and go as it has before, as its main purpose at the moment sees to be purely to clog up cinema schedules or delay the release of movies. Joss Whedon’s new movie, Cabin in Then Woods would have been released by now were it not for the studio’s desire to have the film released in 3D.

    But 3D still holds little sway over the world of DVD/Blu Ray and home entertainment. I can’t help but wonder if four or five months from now when the blockbuster movies are released on disc how we’ll be looking back at this summer? Predators was a worthy sequel but didn’t quite live up to its initial promise. Shrek Forever After tried to breath new life into the franchise but did more sucking than blowing. Prince Of Persia tried to be Pirates Of The Caribbean on sand but didn’t have any of the charm of the pirate movies. Iron Man 2 set the standard high early in the season, but couldn’t help but suffer from comparisons to the universally loved original movie. Twilight movies are just horrible, and send the worst possible message to it’s target audience of teenage girls. How To Train Your Dragon would be the standard bearer if it had been released a little later in the year, but it did have the advantage of being able to enjoy a very lengthy run in the cinema sue to it’s release before the lacklustre blockbusters.

    So here we stand, near the end of another blockbuster season with only Inception to hold aloft as the example of what a blockbuster should be. It’s an unusual position to be in, given that Inception is also the smartest film of the year so far or indeed of the last couple of years. I’ll be going to see Toy Story 3 later this week and I have high hopes for it. Maybe high hopes are dangerous, but it’s high hopes that keep us going. And more importantly… keep us going to the cinema.

    Simon Fitzgerald

  • BIG BROTHER Blog Report: Day 41

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    Day 41

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    Caoimhe is gone. And good riddance. Never have I hated a countryman so much since Andrew Maxwell let the team down. She was bitchy, boring and devious. The world will turn without her.

    Josie’s recent problem with Caoimhe was blown out of proportion and the result of a woman becoming obsessed by her love/like/hate relationship with John James (delete as applicable to the day). And on some levels I do feel that Josie needed to drop it a long time ago. But the problem is, Caoimhe knew she did something stupid by flirting with JJ and rather than tackle the problem head on she weasled away from the responsibility. Her efforts to avoid the situation were so deepset that she even threw up in the bathroom out of sheer embarrassment.

    She has left to carry on her crazy love for the infamous “Dave” outside of the house. So good luck to her. Let’s hope we never hear from her again.

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    And don’t come back

    Now that we’ve reached approximately the half way point I thought I’d go through the housemates with a quick update with my thoughts and feelings on them and how they’re doing.

    ANDREW
    andrew_carouselBless his cotton socks. I wanted to high five him when he told John James to “take it easy on Josie”. One of the few people to actually stop and think “hey psycho, stop”. Nerdy and shy he shouldnt be as entertaining as he is but it helps that he seems to be genuinely growing confidence from the experience. Could go far.

    BEN
    ben_carouselThe posh git has some life in him. I thought he was in trouble from Day 1 and lets be fair he got himself into trouble since Day 1 but he has managed to endear himself not only to the housemates but to the public. He’s still desperate to be loved but his desperation is what made him human and I guess we’ve connected with that a little.

    CORIN
    corin_carouselRoll up, roll up and get your living Corin doll complete with four whole phrases! Just pull the string and hear “Oh my god”, “Loving it”, “Buzzing” and “Can’t believe it”. That’s all. Nothing else. Corin doll also comes with removable eyebrows.

    DAVID
    david_carouselAnother one who really bugged me at first but who I’ve warmed to over time. He has a similar opinion to myself about a lot of the housemates in regard to their revelry in negativity (also known as being bitchy the whole time). The only problem is, he still thinks gay marriage is immoral, I thought this would come back to bite him but obviously no-one gives a shit. It’s been while since he was up for eviction so we’ll see how he gets on.

    JOHN JAMES
    john_carouselDumb as a pile of rocks. His budding romance with Josie has kept me fascinated and frustrated for weeks. However, I’m tired of his anger. He’ll shout at everyone who gives him an opportunity and is obsessed with who is “real” and who isnt. He won’t let anything go and it’s exhausting. Plus, any real man would have kissed Josie by now. Seriously, grow a pair, you little girl.

    JOSIE
    josie_carouselHello me old mucker. She has kind of lost her marbles with this John James stuff. It doesn’t help that she sucks her thumb constantly. For a woman of her age she has not handled any of this stuff like a grown up. Hasn’t really gotten many nomination votes and I can see her making it to the final. She’s my favourite to win the show but all could fall apart depending on how she reacts to the stress of her “relationship” over the next few weeks.

    KEELEY
    keeley_carouselCame into the house with loads of swagger and claimed she would rule the roost. Nothing. Not a jot of that. But she has been a firm voice and a competitive spirit so she has a good place within all the kids who run about. Has a weird flirt thing going on with Steve but I would hazard that this is because she’s trying to move herself up the social ladder within the house. A go getter. Lets see if she gets it.

    RACHEL
    rachel_carouselShe fancies Ben… I just… I just can’t get past this.

    STEVEN
    steven_carouselWill make it to the final by default and I have a little bit of a problem with that. Ben pointed out early on that nobody will nominate him for fear of being seen as a bastard by the public. The thing is, he’s not entertainment. Yeah, he has 8 kids and he misses them but thats it. So if he wins this purely out of sympathy I’ll be pissed. That being said, his fawning over Keeley is freaking me out. Maybe something interesting will result of it.

    Aaron Poole
    Follow Aaron on Twitter – @AaronFever

  • Soapbox: Gleeful

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    Gleeful

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    There are a number of rules and codes that I try to live my life by and to be fair; I’ve broken most of them. But the one rule that I rend to follow as often as possible is “if it’s good enough for Joss Whedon, its good enough for me”. I’ve watched most everything that Joss has been involved in and I have to admit that it took the involvement of Joss Whedon and Neil Patrick Harris to get me to finally watch an episode of Glee, despite the encouragement of my friends since the start of the show. Joss Whedon is the man responsible for two of the best forty five minute musicals in history. My friends know my tastes; this is why they’re my friends, so when they told me that I’d love Glee I should have known that they were right. My friends know that I’m a fan of musicals and indeed it’s only because of my friends that I was lucky enough to have been exposed to musicals at all.

    Like most things in my life, my exposure to musicals is due to the folk from the View Askew Message Board. In 2007, when tickets were bought for Kevin Smith’s 37th birthday party in New Jersey, plans were immediately made, and one of those plans was to stay in New York with some friends for a few days before going to New Jersey to connect with the main contingent of Boardies.

    I’ve always been a huge supporter of the principle of compromise. Well, I’m a supporter of the part of compromise where I get to do the stuff that I want to do. The part of the compromise where I have to do what someone else wants to do; I’m not the hugest fan of that part. In New York with my friends before Prom, I certainly got to do a lot of stuff that I wanted to do, the funnest part of which was a brilliant night in a pub called “O’Lunney’s” on West 45th Street just off Times Square. But the time came as all times must when I had to do something that I didn’t want to do, and what I did not want to do was to endure Legally Blonde: The Musical. I’d love to be able to say that I was graceful in compromise, but I wasn’t. I really didn’t want to go to see the musical and even though I’d already paid for the ticket, when the time came to go to the venue I was trying my best to think of ways to get out of having to endure the show and even the possibility of faking a heart attack wasn’t out of the question.

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    I mean, if I was being forced to sit through a musical, wouldn’t you think that at least I’d be forced to sit through a good musical. Legally Blonde was a musical based on… Legally Blonde and lets call a spade a spade here, it’s not exactly Shakespeare. But all narrative problems aside, Legally Blonde: The Musical is what every musical should be, it’s incredibly enjoyable. Within ten minutes of the show having started, I was in love with the show and by the time the main cast started doing a fair approximation of Riverdance, there was a good chance that my heart would explode with joy. When the show ended I was fully converted, and for the next week I took every opportunity possible during the festivities leading up to Prom to tell people about this life changing experience. Also, I couldn’t stop myself from singing part of the opening track of the show. “Never Say Goodbye” is the song that will forever remind me of Prom night but “Omigod You Guys”, the song that opened the Legally Blonde show is the official song of that whole holiday for me.

    Folk who know me can attest to the fact that when I find something that I like, I’m not shy about talking about it to anyone who’ll listen and I spent a long time telling every person that I met about how much I enjoyed the show, how surprised I was by that fact and how I was looking forward to seeing more musicals in the future. And I think that by the time March of 2008 rolled around and I was in Orlando with the same group of friends, my musical-hysteria had just about died down. So you can imagine my surprise when I walked into the kitchen of the condo I was staying in with my friends and I saw a custom made “Legally Simon” magnet stuck to the door of the fridge.

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    To make matters worse (or possibly better), I found out that a whole batch of these magnets had been produced and were being handed out to the rest of the group later that same night. Despite my initial embarrassment at seeing this particular image of myself, it’s become a reminder of a great time with good friends and I’m fairly proud of the fact that every single time I’ve gone overseas since then and have been invited in to a friend’s house, a Legally Simon magnet has been there to greet me. That makes me smile almost as much as the original musical did.

    Since then, I’ve been lucky enough to see a few more musicals with my friends. I’ve been able to see The Wedding Singer, Flashdance, Legally Blonde (again), Avenue Q and most recently, Wicked. Wicked stands out a little bit from the rest of the group in that it almost is Shakespearean in its themes and narrative, based on the fantastic book by Gregory Maguire. It’s been recently announced that a movie based on the musical version of Wicked is currently in development and we can only hope that the powers that be have enough common sense to cast Idina Menzel in the role of Elphaba.

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    Musicals on-screen don’t have the same impact that a stage musical has, and no matter the quality of the acting or the singing or the production values of what you see on screen, you just can’t beat the feeling of being part of an audience and getting caught up in the emotion of the moment. Having said that, every so often the on-screen musical does come close.

    Before providing me with a reason to watch Glee, Joss Whedon already had two very successful forty five minute musicals under his belt. One was the “Once More With Feeling” episode of Buffy The Vampire Slayer and the other was Doctor Horrible. The episode of Buffy in particular is notable for taking a group of actors, most of which had little or no musical experience (or talent) and being able to produce what it arguably one of the best episodes of the series’ seven year run. We knew that the songs would be catchy and we knew that it would be funny in places, what we didn’t suspect at all was that that one episode of would bring to bare the inner secrets of almost every character and turn the songs into confessions. Also… it has a training montage.

    If OMWF was a risk for Whedon, then his next attempt at a musical, Doctor Horrible was possibly an even bigger risk, but it was also a bigger success. The initial internet release proved to be wildly popular. It was followed by releases on CD, MP3 download, DVD as well as prequel stories in comic form. It’s also been confirmed that a sequel of some description is in the pipeline. Nobody was quite sure what to expect when Doctor Horrible first went live on the internet, but it only took one viewing to fall in love with Neil Patrick Harris’ not so villainous villain and Nathan Fillion’s not so heroic hero. Personally the biggest revelations from the first Act of Doctor Horrible were that the man who played Malcolm Reynolds could play sleazy so well and that he is a pretty great singer. “A Man’s Gotta Do”, the song that Nathan Fillion and Neil Patrick Harris share towards the end of Act One actually led to me almost being arrested one night on a busy Dublin road. Let’s just say that Nathan Fillion is a much better crooner than I could ever hope to be, and when a police man asks you what you’re doing, telling him that you’re trying to do an A-Flat isn’t the best answer to give.

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    But despite my slight Whedon-related brush with the law, it did take the combined presence of Joss Whedon and Neil Patrick Harris to finally convince me to watch an episode of Glee. And through the entire episode, I couldn’t help but smile. More than any other on-screen musical that I’ve come across, Glee embodies Broadway and almost makes you feel like you’re watching a stage production, wrapped in the awe and the emotion of a crowd of people. It’s cheesy at times, and in fairness, for every four or five amazing songs there’s the occasional clunker. But that, in my opinion, just adds to the authentic and spontaneous feeling that the show has, making it like Broadway-in-a-box. Glee does exactly what a musical is supposed to. It makes you feel gleeful.

    Simon Fitzgerald

  • Contest Round-Up: 2010-07-15

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    Welcome to our weekly round-up of featured giveaways here at FRED. Every week, we’ll present a new clutch of DVDs, books, and other cool stuff you can take a shot at winning. All you have to do is click on the graphics below to be taken to their respective contest pages. And good luck!

    In conjunction with Warner Bros. Home Video, we’re giving away two (2) copies of COP OUT on Blu-Ray/DVD.

    In conjunction with BBC Home Video, we’re giving away two (2) copies each of BEING HUMAN: SEASON 1 on both Blu-Ray & DVD.

    In conjunction with Shout Factory Home Video, we’re giving away two (2) copies of GALAXY OF TERROR on DVD.

    In conjunction with Shout Factory Home Video, we’re giving away two (2) copies of FORBIDDEN WORLD on DVD.

  • BIG BROTHER Blog Report: Day 34

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    Day 34

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    Never has a love so pure been so frustrating to watch.

    John James and Josie have had a weird relationship from the beginning. It’s been kind of like watching a brother and sister relationship grow. Except that the older sister wouldn’t mind a shag from the younger brother and the younger brother doesn’t understand the tingly feeling he gets around his big sis. Like I said, it’s been a weird relationship.

    I mentioned in my opening Big Brother blog entry on this site that on first inspection Josie would probably get labeled the house “frumpy one” but I was, happily, wrong. I’ve liked Josie’s personality from the off, she seems fun. I only worried about how she would be viewed because the other housemates were skinny model types. I like to think of it as a vindication of the male species that all the blokes took a shine to Josie. In fact the only person to fancy any of the other girls was… another girl, Shabby.

    John James was the leader for Josie’s affection but a close second was Nathan. Oh yeah, Nathan is gone. Oh well.

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    “Do you fink I’m flurtin’ wi’ you or summit?”

    It’s been evident for a while that Josie and John James have like-liked each other. There has been mutterings back and forth with other housemates about it. Josie even refers to JJ as her husband and it’s one of the only names anyone is allowed to call him without a strop being thrown.

    What has been harder to judge was when they were going to talk openly about how they feel or even, god forbid, make a move.

    Thinking back, I would have said that they haven’t even admitted to themselves their feelings for each other until last night’s show. It seemed to genuinely be the first time either of them spoke about how much the other means to them. But it was like pulling teeth.

    I was on the edge of my seat screaming at them to be grown-ups and talk honestly to eachother. Instead there was just some retarding mumblings and shouts. Neither of them acting around each other the way they were acting apart. Neither of them saying to each other what they were saying apart.

    I likened the situation to being at school and two friends wanted to date but they were two young and shy to admit this fact to the other. Resulting in one or both picking a fight because of their frustration.

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    The distance between us

    I know I made fun of Shabby having the hormonal tantrums of a teenager but once again we’re seeing teenage traits in these grown-up housemates. They’re mad about each other but they’re going about it like kids. IT MAKES ME WANT TO SCREAM!

    But, alls well that ends well. In a cringe-tastic scene, where Big Brother had to basically hold their hands and say “do you like her?”, “…yeah”. “Do you like him?”, “…yeah”. “Then shut the fuck up and snog already”.

    And when they were cuddling and making up the coup de grace of the childlike behavior for me was John James’ expression when he tried to tell Josie how much he liked her. Rather than actually say the words “you know I’m mad about you” he just gave a “you know” and a dumb expression.

    And then Josie went back to sucking her thumb.

    ARGH! Why do they do this to me?

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    Just like me they long to be close to you

    Aaron Poole
    Follow Aaron on Twitter – @AaronFever

  • Contest Round-Up: 2010-07-09

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    Welcome to our weekly round-up of featured giveaways here at FRED. Every week, we’ll present a new clutch of DVDs, books, and other cool stuff you can take a shot at winning. All you have to do is click on the graphics below to be taken to their respective contest pages. And good luck!

    In conjunction with Shout Factory Home Video, we’re giving away three (3) copies of MYSTERY SCIENCE THEATER 3000: VOLUME XVIII on DVD.

    In conjunction with Shout Factory Home Video, we’re giving away a copy of SUPERHERO SQUAD SHOW: VOLUME 1 on DVD.

    In conjunction with Fox Home Video, we’re giving away three (3) copies of WHITE COLLAR: SEASON 1 on DVD.

    In conjunction with Universal Home Video, we’re giving away five (5) copies of PSYCH: SEASON 4 on DVD.

    In conjunction with Universal Home Video, we’re giving away five (5) copies of GREENBURG on Blu-Ray.

  • Soapbox: 5 Zombie Novels You Must Read

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    Five Zombie Novels you MUST read

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    We all love zombie movies, but what about zombie novels? For your reading pleasure, I have compiled a list of some great zombie novels that are definitely worth a read. After all, what says summer more than cracking open a warm brain cold beer and reading a great book by the pool?

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    5. The Zombie Survival Guide by Max Brooks

    A must read for any Zombie fan, this book is great for a number of reasons – though I should note that it is an actual survival guide. Even though you will usually find it in the humor section of your local bookstore, this was not the author’s intention. It is not a joke, and Max Brooks has though of everything from which weapons and equipment are most effective against the undead to the very particulars of how you should actually go about surviving a full-blown zombie invasion. This book is really great to read before reading any other zombie novels, as it will give you all sorts of insight into how you would react in some of the situations faced by the protagonists – which can prove to be a lot of fun if you have as active an imagination as I do.

    *Max Brooks has also recently released The Zombie Survival Guide: Recorded Attacks which is a graphic novel version of the last section of the Zombie Survival Guide that describes attacks recorded throughout history.

    4. Day by Day Armageddon by J.L Bourne

    This novel surprised the hell out of me, as I picked it up for about $3.99 at my local grocery store. After sitting on my shelf a few months, I finally picked this book up and was surprised to find that I couldn’t put it down! Written in diary format, it follows the exploits of a U.S naval soldier (on leave at the beginning of the outbreak) in his fight to survive in a post-apocalyptic world. This novel came across as very realistic, and rightly so I suppose, because the author himself is a U.S Naval Officer currently on active duty.

    For a sample chapter (.PDF download) or to pre-order the sequel Day by Day Armageddon: Beyond Exile visit the author’s website here.

    3. The Morningstar Strain: Plague of the Dead by Z.A Recht

    Z.A Recht’s zombies are truly terrifying, and truly unique. For a first novel, this book is quite impressive and having read the sequel I can say that it is just as good. In this series, the infected become something similar to the zombies portrayed in the films 28 Days Later and 28 Weeks Later – fast zombies. They are infected, but not technically undead – Z.A Recht’s characters refer to these as “sprinters”. In this world, there are also typical Romero zombies – which are created when a “sprinter” dies. After about an hour, the dead “sprinter” rises as a “shambler” – making for a truly terrifying reality where zombies must be killed not once, but twice.

    *The Morningstar Saga: Thunder and Ashes is the second installation in Z.A Recht’s Morningstar series. It is now available everywhere.

    2. Cell by Stephen King

    As the greatest horror writer of all time, Stephen King does zombies right. In this novel, a pulse is sent over the world’s major cell phone networks which turns any user into a mindless murderer. As these “phoners” band together in increasingly large groups, our protagonist (and some friends) realize that they also possess a “hive mind” or “collective consciousness”. What ensues is a very dark, post-apocalyptic tale that is almost the exact opposite of The Stand – my favorite Stephen King novel – which is also post-apocalyptic in nature but also extremely hopeful. All in all, Cell is a great read, and offers everything you would expect from a master of horror such as Stephen King.

    1. World War Z by Max Brooks

    It will come as no surprise that Max Brooks’ novel World War Z is a fantastic and compelling read. The story follows a man and his “labor of love” in compiling as many first had accounts of the zombie war as is possible ten or so years after the fact. Each character that is interviewed gives a short testimonial of what happened to them, and how they survived World War Z. These stories are fantastic, compelling, horrifying, political and global in scope – no matter who you are or where you come from you will be able to relate to somebody interviewed in this fantastic work of fiction. Though this project has been in development for some time, World War Z will be adapted for the big screen – view the teaser trailer here.

    Mary Hoffman

  • BIG BROTHER Blog Report: Day 28

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    Day 28

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    Sunshine is gone… Nobody cares. I could pretend that it’s worth talking about but I’m just glad the show has lost some dead weight. But low, what’s this? We’ve also lost Shabby? Now there is something to talk about.

    In what was quite possibly the most drawn out exit in the history of the show Scabby Katchagoogoo finally took her ball and left. It was as dramatic as you would have expected from the “independent” actress but there were a few points that surprised me.

    It seemed that while Shabby had enough, so had the other housemates. Ife spotted another bitchy remark that the dark twins Shabby and Caoimhe made towards her and it appeared to have come at a moment that really hurt her. Essentially, you get the impression that Ife had been acting reserved during her time inside the house and started to let go with an act of freedom (basically, she danced about a bit). When she caught the two putting that act down with the words “cringe” Ife acted out. And fair play to her, I say. She caught them being bitches and the two were unprepared for her outburst. Now they’re on the ropes.

    What I think was the knock out blow was when Nathan, who also has been pretty quiet up to now, told Shabby to fuck off when she butted her nose into a conversation between him and Josie. You can see the anger in Nathan as it seemed he finally got his frustration out. And you know what? She shrunk, instantly. Shabby has been a “larger than life” character stampeding around the house with anger and ignorance. Nathan is probably the first person to tell her in no uncertain terms to shut the fuck up. It worked too! Brilliant.

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    I found it fascinating that up until this point, Shabby and Caoimhe were inseparable. Solid as a rock. But for some reason Caoimhe became very distant on this last day together. Whether she was separating herself because she was tired of the connection with the house’s most hated person, she thought Shabby was turning her into someone she didn’t want to be or if she needed some time apart just to sort herself out… who knows. It quite possibly could have been nothing but a coincidence but it makes me wonder about Caoimhe and her motivations. I don’t necessarily like my conclusions but we’ll see how that pans out.

    So now that the witch is gone, who will step up and fill the void? Well John James is up for eviction, but if he stays I think he’ll became a dominant force again. He genuinely seems to be growing as a person as the weeks go by and I swear to god if he doesn’t kiss Josie before he leaves I’ll go nuts.

    Nathan, after ascerting his dominance over Shabby, will become a controversial figure. He’s not a guy who holds his tongue easily and when he speaks it’s with a certain level of venom. He could change things up.

    Corin seems to be getting more and more attention. Her “loving mum” figure in the house is starting to be tested along with her patience. As people start to turn to her for friendship she seems to be rejecting most of them. This could make her isolated in this world that heavily relies on group interaction.

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    A Kiss Goodbye

    I’m not sure. This is a real game changer. Shabby took up so much of the show’s attention and dialogue that people are really going to reshuffle themselves in their group dynamics now that the space is there. This should be fascinating.

    Aaron Poole
    Follow Aaron on Twitter – @AaronFever

  • Review: The White Ribbon

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    The White Ribbon

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    thewhiteribbonblu-rayI left the auditorium of the Montgomery arthouse theater that showed Michael Haneke’s Palme D’Or-winning feature, The White Ribbon, a few months ago with a knot in my stomach that formed about 30 minutes into the film and only tightened for the next two hours. When I stumbled back into my car, I sat that for a moment and began to hyperventilate for a minute or so as my gut finally loosened and the flood of emotion I’d choked back for fear of having a public meltdown came pouring out in ragged breath and shaking hands. Never have I had such a reaction to a film; The White Ribbon did not so much grab me as throttle the life from my throat, and I hesitate to think what it says about me that I could go through such an ordeal and confidently say I loved it.

    The film’s narration, delivered by the schoolteacher (and, in what is perhaps a self-reflexive nod, the piano teacher) of the small, fictitious German village of Eichwald, recalls that of Barry Lyndon: his address overshares detail and often beats the action to the punch, if not precluding it entirely. One may not even trust the narration; “I don’t know if the story I want to tell you is entirely true,” the teacher confides in us at the start. How could he? He’s in a Haneke film, after all; The White Ribbon is a horror film that, with only the briefest and most somber of exceptions, never shows its horrors on-screen. However, unlike the deliberate coldness of CachŽ, or the condescension of Funny Games, The White Ribbon depicts violence in humanistic tones: in this film is an Austrian’s attempt to figure out how the generation that preceded his could have come to accept Nazism, and as such it contains an earnestness bereft of the director’s other films.

    The first major action of the film — and the only significant act that is entirely shown — features the town doctor riding his horse into a nearly invisible wire strung across the entrance to his manor that breaks the beast’s leg and severely injures the man. He spends much of the next year in a hospital 30 km away, while his children quietly persevere. The mysteriousness of this incident – be it a prank or an attack of darker intentions – stands as the opening salvo of acts of increasing brutality and shock that mount upon the villagers. Children are kidnapped and beaten, a barn catches fire, a weakened and overworked female harvester is killed in an accident in the sawmill. Each of these instances of violence, injury and death seems self-contained, but Haneke, with his static yet probing camera, observes how those incidents not only converge but how they each alter the lives of others. No such incident, whether accidental or the result of human violence, can affect only one person.

    Adding to the level of discomfort, perhaps even the violence, in the community is the town pastor (Burghart Klau§ner), a hard-line Protestant who rails against the evils affecting the village and harshly abuses his children. For reasons that remain unclear, he punishes his eldest son and daughter by thrashing them with a cane, and he ties the titular ribbons on them as symbols of the innocence and purity they fail to embody. Those ribbons thus become an ironic metaphor of shackles placed upon them by their father for transgressions so ill-defined they might merely stem from the kids’ existence. Later, he even shames the boy, Martin, further by intimidating the boy to stop masturbating by telling a comically ludicrous yet terrifyingly grave story of another child who withered away and died from impure touching. This pastor’s behavior, his hypocritical wrath and judgment, recalls the stepfather in Fanny and Alexander, who was of course based on Bergman’s own father.

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    The entire film is Bergmanesque, really, from Christian Berger’s crisp black-and-white photography to the theatrical placement, the detailed (yet historically inaccurate) set design and emotional distance peppered with the odd, unstoppably affecting close-up. The chief connection, of course, involves religion. The pastor is one of the most ruthless people in the village, and the children he beats go on to enact violence themselves. When his mother gives birth, Martin swears and punches his slightly younger brother, as if the thought of another child being raised and tortured in this house in unbearable, or that he simply does not want more competition. As God’s representative, he inflames the tempers of not only his children but the townspeople; he routinely attributes grandiose levels of evil to mendacity and other minor sins while his own use of physical and psychological torture never gives him a moment’s inner conflict.

    Tracing this line a bit further, one could then accept the pastor’s superior, the harsh, distant baron who rules the town, as a God substitute. He does not allow his subjects, particularly the poor, migrant farmers most reliant upon him, to ever really interact with him, and he even literally works some of them to death for his own profit. When his son is taken and severely beaten, (make the connection yourself), the Baron abandons the village, a cold reversal of the Biblical sacrifice of the son. He does not return for winter services that year, which the villagers interpret as “a sign of anger.” When the pastor details that ridiculous masturbation story to Martin, the boy stands in front a cross in a clear reference to the key shot in Bergman’s Winter Light. But where that film suggested the nonexistence of God, the implication of The White Ribbon is that He does exist; He’s just an avaricious, self-absorbed bastard.

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    I do not think, however, that Haneke is really targeting God. Rather, he is attacking the idea of God as created by those entrusted to teach His word. The pastor does not come close to inhabiting the numerous atrocities committed in His name over the centuries, but his violent nature informs the wrathful image the villagers have of the Lord. Matthew 18:18 states that “whatever you bind on earth will be bound in heaven,” so the God who treats Eichwald so cruelly is the result of the cruelty that forged Him. Curiously, I think of Jessica Rabbit from Who Framed Roger Rabbit: “I’m not bad. I’m just drawn that way.”

    Religion openly factors into the attacks, when the particularly repulsive attack on a mentally disabled boy is accompanied by a note that says the unidentified assailant shall continue to accost children as a means of atoning for their parents’ sins. The note references the barbarous passage of Exodus 20:5, which reads, “”You shall not bow down to them or worship them; for I, the Lord your God, am a jealous God, punishing the children for the sin of the fathers to the third and fourth generation of those who hate me.” The next verse mentions that God will bless those who obey Him for a thousand generations, but the thought that He would take out his fury on the children of the wicked simply for being born is abhorrent.

    The verse’s use in this context raises a question: who is really being punished in The White Ribbon? The attack on young Sigi splinters the village across battle lines, between rich and poor as well as young and old. The adults beat their children to strengthen them, and those meant to help and advise them are either abusive (the pastor) or neglectful (the teacher). Even the doctor proves to be a monster, perhaps the worst of the all, when he returns; his kindness toward the other kids in the village belies the despicable, unspeakable ways in which he torments his midwife/mistress and his own children. The doctor’s return collides so viciously with the longing and sorrow his children felt in his absence that he completely shifts the dynamic of their characters from loyal and loving children to codependent victims who do not have the power to change their lives and thus accept the conditions of their existence as best they can within traditional family behavior. The other kids in town are no better than the adults: the toughened children of the pastor and the Baron’s steward eerily follow the trail of violence in the town under the pretense of helping the injured children and those of the injured adults as if an arthouse Children of the Corn. When someone brings to the attention of the pastor, who heretofore railed against the evils of the town children incessantly, he manages to locate a reserve of untapped hypocrisy to muster outrage at such an implication. How could anyone accuse the children? They’re so innocent! Why, I even tied ribbons on them to remind them of how they’re supposed to be!

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    The only rhythm to the attacks is that the weak are injured, which causes the strong to fear for themselves and thus take harsher measures against the weak, whom they set up as scapegoats. Thus, we see the young generation being hardened by horror, and that group of stronger children who follow the incidents around town will clearly grow into the sort of people who will embrace fascism in the detritus of Weimar Germany. It’s plainly visible in Martin, who precariously walks the rails of a high bridge after his father beats him. When the schoolteacher catches him, Martin explains his behavior as a test of God’s love; this moment demonstrates how the pastor’s psychological warfare against the child’s notion of his own spiritual worth leads him to desperately act out to see if God still loves him, but there’s an almost Nietzschian arrogance in the response, as if this “proof” of God’s decision to keep Martin alive proves his superiority. Like the religious angle of the film, however, I would hesitate to assign the film’s violence to an explanation so simple as anti-fascism. Haneke himself placed the cycle of violence depicted in the film in the larger context of terrorism that such abuse breeds. For Haneke, children have suffered so much violence against them and perpetuated so much of their own that setting them in the fabricated glass cage of “innocence” is as detrimental as it is hypocritical. We turn our heads from this corruption so that these children grow up to repeat the cycle, especially when they live under an authoritarian system like the Baron’s (or Hitler’s).

    Admittedly, that theme gives The White Ribbon a perilously clichŽd premise, but anyone who truly pays attention to a film will know that what’s being said counts for a lot less than how the filmmaker is saying it. The director does not show the violence, only the lead-up and the aftermath, studying how the acts affect others and how others continue to harm. Whenever a parent takes a cane to hit a child, Haneke stops his camera outside the room to spare us the sight. He does not, however, spare us the sound, the thwack of leather tearing air and ripping flesh as the most horrifying screams echo through the halls. The music is ominous and portentous, yet it is all diegetic, played by the sealed-off bourgeoisie who pound out such dolorous songs to distract themselves from the events plaguing the town even as the music itself makes it impossible to think of anything else. The sound design, deathly quiet and punctuated by the deafening sound of creaking wood and bloodcurdling screams, is every bit as impeccable as the cinematography, which itself gives away Haneke’s method. By using color film and converting it in post-production to monochrome, Berger and Haneke prove that their intent with the film is not to recreate the period and delve into the characters but study them from a modern point-of-view. When Haneke cuts from the pastor intimidating his son with the masturbation story to a shot of the doctor screwing the midwife without passion just so he can get a jump (it’s not even for something so seemingly quaint as pain suppression), the director underlines, with his typical dark humor, the insanity of instilling fear over something as harmless as self-love in the face of these cruel affairs conducted by the adults — besides, is one-sided sexual gratification really so different from masturbation anyway?

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    That coldness might tie The White Ribbon to the director’s usual detachment, but here he only condescends to the characters, and not the audience. There is a despair to this film, from the color being sucked out of its film stock to the flawless stoicism of the child actors, as Haneke attempts to show how deeply the corruption runs, how even children are being warped by a system of fascistic power-grabs that long preceded the National Socialist Party. And because he is willing to show the scope of society’s oppression, Haneke is also shrewd enough to remind everyone that goodness still exists. Watch how he turns the overdone sentimentality of a young child, in this case the doctor’s boy, asking about the meaning of death into something unique, heartbreaking, rewarding and even a bit scary by having the older sister, in her father’s absence, try to explain this to the boy, whose birth cost their mother her life and whose father’s uncertain state hangs over them both. Or, consider the scene where the pastor’s young son gives him a bird that he nursed back to life as a replacement for his dad’s lost pet, and how the pastor is quietly shamed by this act of the true innocence in which he does not really believe, that he commodifes with tacky symbolism and thus devalues until, for the rest, it becomes meaningless. These glimmers of hope can survive, but the sad truth is that the only way to do so, at least in the near future, is to simply flee the forces that identify humanity as a weakness and attack it. Who could blame the runners? Horror, like the other main forms of storytelling (action, comedy and drama), allows us to confront our fears in a safe environment. But Haneke does not allow us to simply accept these evils and move beyond them; he withholds the payoff, confronting us with the cracks in our society, not just the Nazis’, and thus we are made to actually retain and ruminate upon what we see. Maybe that’s why I had a panic attack in the parking lot.

    Blu-Ray Specs

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    It is rare for me to have the opportunity to see a film like The White Ribbon in theaters, so I actually had a frame of reference for the film’s look on celluloid. Christian Berger’s cinematography was one of the great delights of 2009, at once the most beautiful work of the year and the best suited to tell a story that makes you constantly want to look away, using its extreme clarity to heighten the discomfort. Sony’s Blu-Ray magnificently captures this aspect of the film, and the picture quality of the disc surely ranks among the 10 finest in my collection. Detail is so fine that you could count the individual stems in hay bales and make out individual licks of fire in the memorable shot of the barn burning. It also handles the nuance of the film’s use of whites, blacks and grays, never crushing or making the blacks murky to ensure clarity of the softer tones. Audio doesn’t play a huge role in the film other than for dialogue and the horrible ambience of whip cracks and masked screams from behind closed doors, but the Blu-Ray faithfully recreates this soundtrack. Still, what sinks in most in the audio track are the terrible silences. Also included is a track that plays dialogue in the original German but redubs the narration in English, also in DTS-HD Master Audio. The film arrives in its original 1:85:1 aspect ratio.

    Special Features

    The White Ribbon comes with such a rich supply of extras that A) you might mistake it for a release from a specialty distributor like Kino or Criterion and B) you’ll notice the absence of a commentary track even more. But I happen to agree with the decision not to have a track; I spent nearly 2500 words on the review of the film itself, and there are still mysteries and details for me to pore over some more. Besides, part of the draw of Haneke’s films is that he does not attempt to resolve everything.

    In any case, the extras that do make the disc outweigh any nagging desire for a commentary. A 40-minute “making-of” delves thoroughly into the picture from conception and thematic vision to production and all the specifics of behind-the-scenes shooting. My Life, a 50-minute piece, focuses on Haneke’s entire career, a shrewd move considering the attention brought by The White Ribbon‘s Palme D’Or win. Though a tad saggy, the documentary provides a fine oversight of Haneke’s corpus, his themes and his personal life. And if you’re still not satisfied, Sony chucks in an interview with the director that focuses mainly on this film and fleshes out both the docs a bit more. The footage of the film’s premiere in Cannes is overkill, however; such extras only ever mean anything when placed at the end of a making-of for a film with a storied production and a filmmaker who either needed a good Cannes reception as validation of the strain the film took on everyone or as the magical surprise of a young pup unexpectedly finding his or her film received jubilantly at the greatest film festival in the world. Despite the film’s prize win, there’s not enough interesting material concerning The White Ribbon at Cannes to warrant 20 minutes of red carpet and press conference footage. All these features are in standard 480p, though included trailers of the film and a number of other Sony Pictures Classics films making the rounds come in 1080p.

    Bottom Line

    While I managed to keep my composure on a second watch, The White Ribbon remains one of the most unsettling films I’ve ever seen, a picture that manages to circumnavigate its didacticism by complicating its themes and burying them behind a stark yet mysterious structure. The picture quality alone recommends the disc, the first black-and-white film since Sin City that could pass for reference-grade material (and this wasn’t shot on HD). Rounded out with a solid batch of extras, The White Ribbon stands easily as one of the finest home video releases of the year, for those who have the fortitude to withstand it.

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    Jake Cole is a journalism student at Auburn University, where he regularly avoids people in favor of writing about film, television and music on his blog, Not Just Movies. He aspires to be a critic, partially out of his love for film but mainly because he’s always dreamed of living a life of extreme poverty.

  • BIG BROTHER Blog Report: Day 22

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    Day 22

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    Dear Shabby… where do I begin?

    First let me say that I feel for you. You’re in love and you don’t know how to handle it. You came to the Big Brother house in order to garner the attention you so desperately need to validate your life. What you weren’t expecting was to find the sexual man-jaw of Caoimhe. You can’t be blamed. It’s not your fault. The way you’ve reacted to this however…

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    Ok, so I’ve said from the get-go that I dislike Shabby, but I have to admit she has made this year enjoyable to watch because of her mental shenanigans. I spoke last time out about her teenage hormones and it’s nice when she goes ahead and backs me up by throwing the biggest tantrum I’ve ever seen from a woman in her mid-twenties.

    The day started with Ife begging for tobacco in the diary room. Big Brother cleverly told her that they would give her two pouches of tobacco for a list of personal items from the housemates. One of which was Shabby’s “lucky” hat.

    Ife gathered the housemates and laid out the decent proposal. Everyone was reasonable about it, even the non-smokers which is fair play because I know I would have held them to ransom. Shabby… well she had a different reaction…

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    The great irony is that Shabby was previously complaining (and continued to afterwards) about how all the housemates, except her, are selfish and only looking out for themselves. Shabby would not give up her hat (at least not without a fight… with herself) for something that not only she would get but her fellow housemates too.

    The term “I am nothing without this hat” is something you don’t hear everyday. But the days that you do are always good.

    What helped to exacerbate things was Shabby’s one true love, Caoimhe, had no sympathy for her and was telling Shabby to essentially “get over it”. Well, that’s not something that Shabby does well and advising her to do this might result in…

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    There is nothing sadder than a sad lesbian rich kid.

    I’ll be away at my brother’s wedding this weekend so I won’t be able to talk about the eviction until Monday. Hopefully Shabby doesn’t stab anyone in the middle of the night between now and then.

    Aaron Poole
    Follow Aaron on Twitter – @AaronFever

  • Contest Round-Up: 2010-07-01

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    Welcome to our weekly round-up of featured giveaways here at FRED. Every week, we’ll present a new clutch of DVDs, books, and other cool stuff you can take a shot at winning. All you have to do is click on the graphics below to be taken to their respective contest pages. And good luck!

    In conjunction with Cartoon Network Home Video, we’re giving away three (3) copies of SQUIDBILLIES: VOLUME 3 on DVD.

    In conjunction with Cartoon Network Home Video, we’re giving away three (3) copies of BAKUGAN BATTLE BRAWLERS: CHAPTER 2 on DVD.

    In conjunction with Shout Factory Home Video, we’re giving away a copy of DRAGNET 1968: SEASON 2 on DVD.

    In conjunction with Scholastic Press, we’re giving away a one (1) grand prize featuring a copy of THE HUNGER GAMES and a $25 VISA gift card. Four (4) runners-up will receive a copy of THE HUNGER GAMES.

  • Review: Walkabout

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    Walkabout

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    walkabout-bdA common refrain mentioned in reviews of immaculately shot films states, “You could take a frame of this movie and hang it in an art gallery.” When you think about it, it’s a silly rave, as cinema comprises 24 photographs a second, and numerous photographs contain a painterly quality. Naturally, the films where this line can be most readily applied enjoy the contributions of cinematographers with the keenest sense of landscape and portrait photography. Ergo, the beauty of Walkabout should come as no surprise, given director/cinematographer Nicolas Roeg’s involvement; case in point, this is the man as responsible, if not more so, for the look of David Lean’s gorgeous epic Lawrence of Arabia whie serving as assistant director as the film’s actual cinematographer or Lean himself.

    I say should, because not even a few glimpses of the film in online trailers could prepare me for the jaw-dropping, deeply atmospheric majesty of Roeg’s natural compositions. The story of two schoolchildren abandoned in the Australian Outback, Walkabout emphasizes the harshness of the climate and its alien appearance to sheltered, city-dwelling children by heightening the reddish hue of the soil until the endless desert comes to resemble the Martian landscape, a light science fiction touch echoed when the frequency of the two kids’ portable radio modulates in otherworldly tones over a shot of the Moon. Cleaned up for Criterion’s restoration, the tone poetry of Walkabout‘s alternately beautiful and terrifying landscapes and carefully edited close-ups make a case not for hanging some of its frames in a museum — and some shots, like those of an Aboriginal boy standing utterly immobile in front of a setting sun, could be in an instant — but to show the entire thing in as many art galleries as possible, achieving its full power in the manner in which it is meant to be exhibited. After all, who would ever cut up a painting just because one section of it was so good it could be placed in its own exhibit?

    The children, named Peter and Mary in James Vance Marshall’s source novel but left nameless here, are first seen back in Sydney without a care in the world. They even swim in a pool located just off the bank of Port Jackson, as if choosing the chemical blue of their artificial bubble over Australia’s natural water supply mere feet away. Their father, a geologist, looks on with a strange look on his face, and we know something is wrong. The next day, he takes the kids for a picnic out in the bush, where he suddenly snaps and shoots at his children before torching his car and committing suicide. The girl (Jenny Agutter) protects her younger brother (Roeg’s son, Luc) from the truth, and the two move away from the vehicle, deeper into unforgiving terrain. After several days’ worth of stumbling around searching for oases, the two find a Aboriginal boy (David Gulpilil) on his walkabout. The young man does not speak English, and the white children do not know his language, but the three stick together, the Aborigine leading them through the Outback, seemingly just glad for the company.

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    From this simple setup comes a film that packs numerous meanings, many of them conflicting if not mutually exclusive, densely packing its trim 100 minutes — and this is the unedited version — with evocative editing, powerful imagery and minimal but devastating performances from all three young actors. The source novel is considered a children’s classic in Australia, but Roeg reworks the material into a looser and much darker realm. Where the children of the book find themselves in the Outback after surviving a plane crash, the suicide of their father in the film creates a more shocking foundation for the kids’ growth. Here, they need the Aborigine not simply for physical guidance back to their people but emotional and spiritual rehabilitation for their trauma.

    Rather than shoot the Outback in flat, documentary-like framing, Roeg brings an improvisatory feel to his setting, filming whatever grabbed his fancy and editing together images of landscapes made vibrant and alive by heatwaves, broken up by shots of wildlife. Lizards skittering across the ground, bugs swarming over the carcasses of the creatures that did not survive the terrain, the tiny lifeforms that mingle with the humans and the larger mammals serve to make the Outback at once deathly tranquil and constantly teeming. Occasionally, Roeg and his team clearly saw something interesting and found themselves lacking the proper scope or film stock, but the resulting picture, distorted almost beyond recognition in heavy grain. Yet these shots are as gorgeous, in their way, as the crystalline extreme long shots and sudden, higher-quality zooms, and the various forms that the images take recast the Outback in a borderline surreal light. Indeed, the film that popped into my mind most often while watching Walkabout was The Night of the Hunter, another surreal fairy tale about children taking in a world much bigger and stranger than they can fully process while outrunning death (and another kid’s film that’s far too twisted for children).

    As the two white children follow the lean, jovial black teen through the bush, Roeg gently brings to light the nascent sexuality of the older teens. Eyeline matches of the Aborigine checking out the girl’s sun-scorched, sore legs with more than just friendly care and the girl ogling his sweat-glistened muscles plant wisps of desire in the minds of those who have never truly felt it before. Fittingly, the setting of Walkabout serves almost as an ironic visualization of the terror of sexual awakening, a barren wasteland where parents not up for the job of explaining the most crucial, confusing and frightening stage of physical and emotional development in a person’s life abandon their kids to simply figure it out as best they can. When Agutter swims in a pond naked in the film’s most famous sequence, her playful splashes are not simply a means of cooling off in the harsh desert but of flirtatious display to the Aborigine. (Unbeknown to her, the girl’s brother sees her as well, perhaps setting off the first confused feelings that will root the eventual growth of hormones that currently ensnare the older children). Roeg further emphasizes the sexual nature of the film with cutaways to other groups of people in the Outback: a team of Western researchers looks for a downed weather balloon, or at least that was their assigned task. In reality, the men of the team ogle the lone female among them, trying so hard to peek down her lab coat that their heads practically sway with the wind-blown blouse. When the woman even adjusts in her seat, her nylons scratch against each other with hilariously deafening sound, causing the men to whip around and ignore everything else. Heck, even the music that the two city kids primarily receive on their radio is rock, the most blatantly sexual music around.

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    Yet Roeg introduces a larger, more complex and far more despairing theme of broken communication between people. The Aborigine and the white children can communicate basic ideas like “water” and “rest” through pantomime, but the two teenagers cannot confess their budding feelings for each other. Again, Roeg’s asides function as thematic support rather than simple tangents: some of the men in the research team speak Italian and do not seem to contribute much to the English-speaking scientists. The three children later pass a small village where a white Australian essentially forces Aborigine children into slave labor. The people likely cannot understand him, and his falsely avuncular attitude belies a disregard for the natives. When his mistress arrives, he heads in to his home to bed her, and his actions with the white woman are as perfunctory and walled-off as his taskmaster behavior with the natives he “employs.”

    But Roeg does not simply suggest walls of communication between races or sexes. That is facile material for hack stand-up comedians. No, Roeg puts forward the dark notion that we are all locked into the parameters of our social programming. Rather than portray native society as noble and pure and European civilization as corrupt and arrogant, Roeg focuses on the traits all humans share, for better and worse. The Aboriginal boy spears an animal and clubs it to death, and before the audience can think to call his actions barbaric, the director intercuts shots of a white butcher back in the city casually chopping up meat with a cleaver. The Aborigine shows an amount of respect for his surroundings by eating what he kills, but he also engages in a fair amount of bloodsport, almost cheerily chasing around animals and killing them to prove his ability to dominate in the wild (and possibly impress his new companions). Only when white poachers blaze through in a jeep, casually firing on every animal in the vicinity and driving off as quickly as they arrived does the upbeat feeling of the boy’s spree suddenly feel cold.

    The sexual tension between the older boy and girl, of course, is the biggest indication of the subtle ways in which we are all connected, yet Roeg still fashions a film about people who cannot break through barriers that separate them, barriers that have nothing to do with language, as shown by the girl figuring out the Aboriginal word for “water.” What separates them is their entire perception of the world, and because of that they can never be together. In the film’s best, most stunningly shot and most heartbreaking sequence, the Aborigine attempts to communicate his love for the girl in the only way he knows how: a mating dance. As the girl walks through an abandoned barn, Roeg pulls the camera back and up to show the boy following parallel from behind a wall, occasionally slipping past windows and door frames. Finally, he dons tribal paint and engages in an intricate but mysterious dance, so focused that the confused girl fearfully rejects him without realizing his intentions. The next morning, the boy has hanged himself from a nearby tree. The book kills the native through a flu virus that the inoculated Western children carry but do not catch. A surprisingly open display of anti-imperialist sentiment, this ending has a touch of didacticism that Roeg eschews. In his vision, the boy is driven to despair by the epiphany that he cannot reach and touch someone who’s standing right next to him. Perhaps that explains the father’s explosion at the beginning: a geologist sent into the Outback to study it, he found only a place so vast and unique that it broke his conception of the world and took his sanity in the process.

    One should not hunt too desperately for a clear meaning, however. To assign a flat reading to so open a visual poem would be reductive and counterproductive to the movie’s atmospheric presentation. The combination of still landscapes and bustling shots of scuttling lifeforms allows Roeg to use the Outback as its own dimension, a place that isolates its travelers from the social ties that bind them before introducing a whole wave of creatures to force people into finding a more universal outlook; remember that Roeg often punctuates the action and emotion with a eerily perfect shot of nearby life matching what was just seen or felt. Unfortunately, humans lack the mental fortitude to survive such a reprogramming, so they either kill themselves or escape back to their previous lives.

    Ergo, Roeg throws in a completely different perspective at the end that radically alters the perception of the film, that of nostalgia. The girl, grown up and married, has long since returned to Sydney and readjusted to “normal” life. But when her husband returns home and excitedly launches into boring details of his upcoming promotion in an uninteresting bureaucracy, she flashes back to her time in the wild, swimming naked with her brother and the boy.

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    This nostalgic remembrance obviously suggests that, for all the Outback’s danger and all the tragedy it foisted upon her, it remains a symbol of freedom and uninhibited growth for the girl. The use of ethereal recordings of children’s songs, both delicate and foreboding, throughout the kids’ adventure in the Outback underscores this: these reworked nursery rhymes look to the past past even as these kids are being pushed permanently away from those simpler days into adulthood. What becomes clear in this penultimate scene, however, is that even adulthood is a false promise: truly great films about maturation cannot play to adolescents, because you can’t understand what is to grow up until you’ve been through the ordeal yourself and figure out that adulthood is really no different than childhood. That’s why the boy, who realized that his future was his past, killed himself in hopeless depression, while the girl can withstand this epiphany because she only understands the dark truth in retrospect. In a world comprising areas that have either been Westernized or ruined by Westernized nations, the untamed Outback of Walkabout may be the last place on Earth that can force us to confront this, and that’s more terrifying than all the spiders, snakes and crocodiles that roam the area.

    Walkabout was one of Criterion’s earliest DVD transfers, back in the pre-anamorphic days as the company was just moving out of laserdisc production. This restoration, however, disproves almost single-handedly the fallacious argument that Blu-Ray is meant only for modern films shot on high-definition video. There is such joy in watching the upgrade of a visual film, visual not in the sense of flash and sizzle but of a story told through the images. Walkabout, like Terrence Malick’s Days of Heaven or Stanley Kubrick’s 2001: A Space Odyssey, almost feels like a new film with a good scrubbing. The reds of the Outback soil are brought out to emphasize its alien atmosphere, the greens of oasis plants looking even more tantalizing and relieving when spotted among the dust. To finally have the film in widescreen only compounds the sumptuous pleasures of the images, now that we can finally appreciate the full expanse of Roeg’s compositions. Audio quality is not as key a sticking point, but Criterion brings out the atmospherics of the track nicely. The most notable improvement in the sound department is the clearer mixing of John Barry’s score, separating the strings from the brass and parsing out the diegetic sounds of animal noises so that nothing ever gets drowned out by another sound.

    The extras are not as impressive as some other Criterion sets, but most of the features are newly included rather than a simple port-over from the old DVD. Interviews with Luc Roeg, now a film producer, and Jenny Agutter discuss the film’s legacy and some of the themes, while the old commentary track between Agutter and the director gets wonderfully in-depth about the shooting process and some of the meanings of the film. The best draw, however, is a 2002 documentary about the life of Gulpilil, who became the go-to symbol of Aboriginal life in the movies following his performance (see him in Crocodile Dundee and Australia). Gulpilil’s life is a colorful and turbulent journey that cannot be condensed into a single hour, but the documentary is terrific icing on the cake of this beautiful disc.

    Jake Cole is a journalism undergraduate at Auburn University who routinely writes about film, television and music on his blog, June 30, 2010