tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274056592024-03-22T01:52:15.735+11:00Deus Lo VultI'm the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life. It's awful. If I'm on my way to the store to buy a magazine, even, and somebody asks me where I'm going, I'm liable to say I'm going to the opera. It's terrible. ~J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the RyeThomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13948719686426093168noreply@blogger.comBlogger206125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27405659.post-80233014661747441342007-10-04T18:43:00.000+10:002007-10-04T18:44:22.906+10:00This blog now exists, and lives, here:<br /><a href="http://deuslovult.wordpress.com/"><br />http://deuslovult.wordpress.com/</a><br /><br />Come on over!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thomas</span>.Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13948719686426093168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27405659.post-19086289699497370572007-07-12T17:03:00.000+10:002007-07-12T17:06:29.303+10:00<p>While I was on holidays, other than when I was in England (where all I heard about was the English cricket tri-series win) the only Australian-relevant news I ever heard was when John Howard said the following:</p> <blockquote><p>If I were running al Qaeda in Iraq, I would put a circle around March 2008, and pray, as many times as possible, for a victory not only for Obama, but also for the Democrats.</p></blockquote> <p>It was also the only news I got about Obama and what was happening for him in the US. And, being an Obama and Rudd fan, I really wanted to be back at home to see how a statement like that was received by the Australian and American media. I also hand-wrote a post that I intended to transcribe to here, but I lost the papers somewhere.</p> <p>Anyway, when I got back, I found out that it had hardly received any attention at all. I was rather surprised - PM Howard had just blasted a potential presidential candidate and senator. It might not sound like much, but at the least I would have thought the ALP would have run with it for what it was worth. I assumed that they hadn't, and then completely forgot about the issue.</p> <p>Then, watching the news today, I saw that Kevin Rudd has set up a MySpace account, not dissimilar to what American politicians have done to attract the attention of the younger vote that is techno-savvy. I've had Obama's on mine for some time, and during the fund raising season I was getting many a message from him.</p> <p>Anyway, to get back to the point I was making, I added Rudd to my friends list, and then headed over to YouTube, noticing that Kevin has some videos on the MySpace video server. I went through, checking YouTube for Question Time videos and anything of interest that was Rudd-related. Then, to my surprise, I found this:</p> <p><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-e7bhsziwJ4"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-e7bhsziwJ4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object></p> <p>It's the Question Time that I longed to see! Well, part of it anyway. You have to remember that Rudd had only just started leading the ALP through Question Times when I left, so I missed his early days as Leader of the Opposition in the House of Representatives. And, now that I saw that video, I wish I hadn't even more so. I know that Beazley and co. were taking it to Howard when they were in charge, but watching Rudd do it is far more entertaining - because he does a better job at it!</p> <p>I hate how those budging politicians take a monster break when I'm on holidays. Next available chance, I think I'm going to go down and watch a session for myself.</p> <p><i>Thomas</i>.</p>Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13948719686426093168noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27405659.post-2919351507297181472007-07-10T15:47:00.003+10:002007-07-10T15:47:23.258+10:00<div class="snap_preview"><p>I needed a break from other things, so I decided to retake the Political Compass test once again. It’s the first time I’ve taken it this year, though, for the past few years, I have taken it at the start, middle and end of the year to track changes in my political leanings. It’s something of interest to me these days as, not only do I like to know what I’m thinking politically, but there is an election coming this year: and let’s not forget one of my key interests in politics. I often wonder if all of my readings (about politics and social issues) and thoughts on what’s being said in the public sphere (as well as what’s being written) have had any influence what-so-ever on my personal politics.</p> <p>Well, it would appear so from <a href="http://www.politicalcompass.org/printablegraph?ec=-3.13&soc=-0.15" target="_blank">my latest results.</a> If someone had told me a few years ago that I’d get a result like this, I would have laughed at them. I was extremely right-wing during my schooldays and upon leaving. Over the years, though, I’ve either mellowed out or woken up to something, as over the years I watched the red dot go progressively further and further left, then hover around the centre ever since.</p> <p>Similarly, if someone had showed me these results years ago I would have been quite angry at it. Not anymore. I’m almost pleased to be getting that sort of a result. While I readily acknowledge that an online test hardly gives a full and accurate representation of my political beliefs, I think of myself as a centrist these days; something which I don’t think is exactly disproved with that graph.</p> <p><em>Thomas</em>.</p> </div>Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13948719686426093168noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27405659.post-70554057429314917812007-07-08T18:46:00.000+10:002007-07-08T22:19:09.779+10:00Last night was a diner for my cousin, who had turned 25 in the week and became engaged (it appears to be a disease going around, what with the St. Ives Correspondent also getting engaged through the week - something I'd like to voice my congratulations to him about before I speak to him in person). Attending this diner was family and friends. In all, around 30 or so spread across three tables (we were eating at a restaurant in Cronulla (a lot of my family are Shire-folk and haven't been outside of the boundaries that separate snob from bogan) which was very small) and took up around 70% of the place.<br /><br />In preparation and research for my forth-coming post, I've been re-reading my sociology text books and articles I picked up along the way (I'm quite the hoarder and have every lecture note and textbook I've taken since day dot at university). The post that's coming is about communities and interrelatedness, as well as their relationship with identities and control and other stuff. Anyway, I had only just put down my <span style="font-style: italic;">Sociology: Themes and Perspectives</span> when I headed there and started thinking about the party I was going to and the chapter I had only just finished: <span style="font-style: italic;">Media, identity and globalisation</span> (yes, the act of a nerd).<br /><br />The chapter, initially, looked at the early writings that were extremely pessimistic about how the media would be used to create a mass society where everyone was uniform in identity and isolated from the traditional 'groups' - family groups, 'friendship' groups and the 'community' (the world of personal loyalty and relationships (gemeinschaft by Tonnie) as opposed to the world of the impersonal market-based relationships which make up society (or gesellschaft, again by Tonnie)). Were the theorists (like Alexis de Tocqueville, Ferdinand Tonnies and Max Horkheimer) that "saw" this awful, market-driven and individualistic society correct? Are we that out-of-touch with the community, and now just one of the same, that these people were right?<br /><br />No, I don't believe so. I think the theories that predicted this awful world of isolationism were quite a bit off because they had to contend with and struggle to understand developments, changes and technologies that did not exist in their times, nor could the writers understand what they were dealing with when things like computers and the early Internet etc. were released to the world. We don't even understand what effects technology that surrounds us yet, so how could these writers who had never <span style="font-style: italic;">seen them in action</span> predict how we would turn out? The answers to to how positive or negative a world we have built will come in the form of my generation; how it develops, how it stands up against previous generations and where the world goes to from here. And that won't be evident soon: it will only become apparent when our parents and grandparents finally move over for the younger generation to take control.<br /><br />The thought that triggered all of this was that I sometimes think that we are living in a society (gesellschaft) that is all about the individual. Then I thought about where I was going: a party. We, as a family and a group of friends, were celebrating another person in the sense that a community (gemeinschaft) would. The Thursday before, I saw my friend Andrew. The Monday I went to tea with Mr. Rabbit and the St. Ives Correspondent. The Saturday before that I was at a wedding for the Ombudsman, which was also a gathering of family and friends. All of these fly in the face of the individualistic notions of the sociologists who wrote about the 'future'.<br /><br />And lets look a key piece of evidence that also disputes the early theories: the Internet. The Internet has its own community attached. Anyone who engages with it on a regular basis will know this and feels part of the community. The community they are attached might not be something big, perhaps just their blog and its handful of readers. On the other hand, you could be part of this massive community - a forum, an established chatroom, maybe you're a fan of a certain movie and whenever you speak to another fan, you feel 'at home' (in a sense). Either way, there is a certain degree of connectedness between Internet users who regularly 'do' the same thing. There is a community attached to the Internet, and this is something the brings people together.<br /><br />But all of these things - the Internet, ways to access the Internet etc. - are all bound up within notions of capitalism. The Internet isn't free and is available to specific classes of people. But does this, at all, negate the fact that the Internet has created a community anyway? Or that traditional notions of community still exist in some for or another? Doesn't this simply mean that we can have the cake and eat it too? We still have our communities, but they exist in the society world? But not the society/gesellschaft that theorists tried to have us believe was the apocalyptic future. Rather, we have a society that is, yes, capitalist driven, but still with an element of humanity/personality? We are a mass society, and have similar traits and characteristics, but isn't that what being part of a community is: shared experiences and shared traits?<br /><br />I'm a white male, 18-25, parttime employed, attending university, living in the suburbs of Sydney. I'm sure that there are heaps of people in that situation. But how many of them <span style="font-style: italic;">are exactly</span> like me? How 'mass' is the mass society if it exists? If you want to generalise and categorise in terms like I just did, then yes, there are elements of hegemony. But unless you're going to scratch beneath the surface some more, you're going to get an incorrect feed of information. What we have are many communities existing within many societies. Both stretch beyond the traditional boundaries (such are the effects of technology and globalisation), thus enabling the people who propagate or establish either to exist in the other. The individual exists, but no where near as negative as what was predicted. And the context that the individual lives in is no where near as bad as the predictions either.<br /><br />Anyway, I got to the party, had some fun, caught up with the family and met some new people. All-in-all it was a pleasant evening as I felt quite at home and looking forward to the next event - whether it be with my important family or as important friends.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thomas</span>.Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13948719686426093168noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27405659.post-43943794979191128072007-07-06T14:24:00.000+10:002007-07-06T15:49:13.565+10:00I have such a <span style="font-style: italic;">great</span> post in the works. I think it might be the first post that would actually be reflective of me having attended two and a half years of university. The problem is that it's going to take some time to complete.<br /><br />That's not to say I'm going to stop blogging until then, just that it might be some time before you see it. So don't hold your breath for it, but expect that something good will have come of these holidays.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thomas</span>.Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13948719686426093168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27405659.post-50969288687684012552007-07-05T17:20:00.000+10:002007-07-05T17:35:35.527+10:00I really want to go in and see the USS Kitty Hawk before it leaves. Ignoring everything it stands for (like the greatest military power on Earth etc.), it's a freaking huge ship! And when is the next time an aircraft carrier is going to be docked in Sydney Harbour? I missed the QEII and the QMII opportunity, though I was in London at the time, so I was hardly having a bad time (but, then again, England had just won the tri-series ODI competition that was half-way through when I left, so that didn't help the situation). So I'm thinking I might go in Sunday or Monday.<br /><br />Then again, the prospect of facing CityRail voluntarily as well exerting that much effort to get into the city is a daunting one. So who knows what will happen on this front.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thomas</span>.Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13948719686426093168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27405659.post-52266482893384011992007-07-05T14:58:00.001+10:002007-07-05T15:05:36.390+10:00For the past month or so I've been tinkering with a WordPress version of this blog. I've finally come to a stage where I think it might be worth opening it up for people to look at and see if it's worth going over there permanently.<br /><br />The main reason I want to transfer over is the ability to write pages and have the ability to edit them. Otherwise, it's basically the same, bar the variety of layouts. After the last two posts, and using all the 'code names' for the people I was referencing to, I took a leaf from Neil, at Lines from a Floating Life, who has a "Who's Who?" page explaining who are all of his referenced people. I thought that this was a great idea, and finally moved everything over to WordPress, created the pages and stuff that I've done so far, and am thinking of going over there full time.<br /><br />Though, then again, it's pretty easy to update both blogs at once, so perhaps I'll write on both of them and let the readers pick. Anyway, here's the link (very original I must say):<br /><br /><a href="http://deuslovult.wordpress.com/">http://deuslovult.wordpress.com/</a><br /><br />Feedback appreciated etc.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thomas</span>.Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13948719686426093168noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27405659.post-58817782662371316562007-07-03T16:31:00.000+10:002007-07-03T19:00:21.798+10:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">An Ombudsman's Wedding</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Saturday the 30th of June, 2007. The day started out on a plus - I had the day off work so that I could make the wedding of my friend, the Ombudsman. It was important to go to as it would likely be the last time we saw him for months, as he takes up position in some far-flung school in outer-outer-outer NSW (or inner South Africa). I had, through the week, gone (shudder) clothes shopping to find a new shirt that didn't make me look like I had just come from a funeral. The arrangements were that I would pick up the St. Ives Correspondent's future wife and Mr. Rabbit, then we would all drive to the chapel.<br /><br />Before leaving my house, I gathered the essentials: five dice, a deck of cards, The 18 Cup and my Lord of the Rings ring. I thought that, at the least, I would be entertained should the wedding prove to be a flop (not that there were any doubts with the studious planning of Mrs. Ombudsman and the absence of Mr. Ombudsman from that part of the wedding). The 18 Cup addition, really, was the only important this as we may be presented with an opportunity for a photo that rivals all others.<br /><br />The evening before the day-of, however, the St. Ives Correspondent's future wife reported that she would be unable to attend, so it was left to Mr. Rabbit and myself to find our way there. I was glad to have someone helping me find the way, as my original plan (when I was driving myself) was to be pointed in the general direction from my driveway and leave two days prior. But, suffice to say, we arrived on time. Well, no, that's a lie. We were early. <span style="font-style: italic;">Very</span> early. Around an hour. It was a great view and all from the carpark, but that can only sustain interest for so long. As can watching golfers (as The Coast golf course surrounded this chapel). So, we got a very strange breakfast (a bottle of V for myself, and a can of V and a Snickers bar for Mr. Rabbit) and then returned to the second carpark for the day. Lulling around, I realised that a parking spot of exactly the same potion, though the other side of the road, would be far more effective as I wouldn't have to do one of those pesky three-point-turns in front of a crowd (or witnesses should I hit another car/person/murder one of the occupants of the car). So I turned the car around in a single movement, and took that spot.<br /><br />Mr. Rabbit and I watched as people arrived. We made quips and cynical jokes about passers by (as well as fellow wedding guests and people of administrative postions (i.e. violinists), as well as two rather strange characters - bikers who, no doubt, were doing some sort of drug exchange) to pass the time before Andrew and Pope Francious arrived (driven by their parents) and we met as a group. Conversations ensued, and eventually we decided that it would be warmer (as it was rather windy) inside the chapel. We moved into the waiting area, then, when we saw the Ombudsman and the St. Ives Correspondent (the best man) arrive, all four of us shuffled out to greet him. Andrew's mother (and father, who were loitering around to drive their sons to my house, where we would wait for the reception) pulled out her camera, and I quickly ran to the car - The 18 Cup! It was the only chance. Lined up, dressed in our finest, a pair of photos were snapped off, which will appear on here as soon as I've obtained a copy (quite possibly tomorrow).<br /><br />Next it was time for the plebs to take their seats and the party to take up their positions. More conversations (and joking) ensued with the four commoners, while we waited for Mrs. Ombudsman to join Mr. Ombudsman and the St. Ives Correspondent up on the stage. To our surprise, the bridal party arrived in 1920s cars. Ford somethings (T's?). They appeared to have been driven right out of a mafia film, though, there were no mobsters hanging off the sides with guns. Andrew's father cased the cars as the first of millions of photos were taken.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Eventually</span> Mrs. Ombudsman walked down the isle, words were exchanged and the end of the ceremony was upon us. After some egging on, Mr. Rabbit took some photos with his phone, then everyone moved out. As Mr. and Mrs. Ombudsman walked back down the isle, the official photographer said "Ok, when I count to three I want you both to throw your hands in the air. 1-2-3!" When this happened, Mrs. Ombudsman put her free hand up, and Mr. Ombudsman just kept walking with confusion written across his face, then, after prompting by the photographer once more, did some lame hand-movement which got us four laughing. This would become a running joke whenever someone took a photo.<br /><br />Outside, congratulations were offered to the new couple, the five of us (no Ombudsman) had a conversation of sorts, then were ushered into a mob to get a big group photo. A normal (sane) photo was taken, followed by the photographer yelling over the wind "Ok, when I count to three I want you both to throw your hands in the air. 1-2-3!" Our group had a chuckle, then, when the moment came, threw up our hands with gusto. I would very much like to get a copy of that photo.<br /><br />The time came to leave (after having a roll of film wasted on us to come to the end), upon which Mr. Rabbit, Andrew and Pope Francious all got a lift in my car. We headed home, then decided that it was time to get lunch and would do so at Revesby Workers Clubs. The idea was enticing, especially, because we were all suited up and would out-dress anyone there (a rare occurrence for some of the group). We went to the bistro, was told it was closed, then went to the cafe-type thing near to the ATMs, which are near to the poker machines. I ordered a club sandwich which came with an alarming amount of salad. When Andrew went to get drinks, I slipped a slice of cucumber under his chicken in the home he might accidentally eat eat (he didn't, thus reaffirming his commitment to never eat vegetables ... ever).<br /><br />We had to find four hours to waste, and lunch and Mr. Rabbit's gambling only took up one and a half. We headed back to my house and played some Jin Rummy (with slight confusion, as everyone played to different rules). Suffice to say, Thomas won. Here we all decided, as well, that we would not be wearing ties to the reception. Thankfully Mr. Rabbit remembered to take his with him. The same can't be said of Andrew and the Pope, who in their collective wisdom, both thought that the other had it.<br /><br />Finally it was time to go to the reception, which my father drove us all there (as I intended to drink at this party), dropped us off, and left. Once again, we were early. Around half an hour. We decided (after some arguing) that we would walk down to Bankstown Sports Club, not go in, turn around, and walk back. We had some strange looks from passers by - remembering that we were all dressed in suits, while myself and Andrew had gone so far as to wear waistcoats. This circuit wasted fifteen minutes, upon which we entered the room with other arriving guests.<br /><br />The four of us were table 12, which would, come the end of the night, be renowned (and even called so by Mrs. Ombudsman) as the best table there. For once it felt like sitting at the cool table at school - something, I suspect, none of those seated at table 12 were privy to in their school days. Out of everyone at the table, only one (Andrew) was not a teacher or intending to be one. The three other ladies who sat at our table were, or had been, teachers at the Ombudsman's old school of employment (Nasser Hussein High School). We (Andrew and I, who were the only two who showed an interest in the stories that came from N.H.H.S. and hadn't taught there (the Pop doesn't care for stories of other people and hasn't taught there)) questioned some of the employees (current and former) as to whether the tales we heard from the Ombudsman were indeed true. We weren't exactly surprised to hear that they all were. Even an impression that this one lady did was a ringer for the Ombudsman's.<br /><br />The entres came and went, then the Ombudsman's father came and talked to the renowned (as we would find out through the night as people came up and said to us "So <span style="font-style: italic;">you're</span> the poker people", or things to that effect) poker group, and, after being informed that we are now avid 500 players, questioned us about the rules. You see, he is also an avid, and seasoned, 500 player. A nagging question would continue through the night, up until we all left - how do you play the joker in a misère hand?<br /><br />The main meals came, and at that same time, entertainment (provided by various family members of the Ombudsman) came on as well. One was a magician/comedian. Our St. Ives Correspondent was called upon to help out with one trick, as was Mr. Rabbit. The show was rather interesting. Following this, however, was an extremely hilarious and entertaining comedian/impressionist (not the artist kind). He made so many rib-splitting, politically incorrect jokes about suburbs and CityRail and stereotypes and what-have-you. Of course, table 12 loved every minute of it, while some jokes were too pushing for others. One extremely entertaining part was when the St. Ives Correspondent was called upon to take part in a roller-coaster impression. The video of this can be found on <a href="http://thinpotations.blogspot.com/2007/07/best-mans-duties.html">Mr. Rabbits blog</a>.<br /><br />Food ended and music started. Mr. and Mrs. Ombudsman had their dance, which was very nice, then everyone else was invited to join. I pride myself on being a bad dancer. Wait, let me rephrase that: I pride myself on being an <span style="font-style: italic;">awful</span> dancer. I make no bones about it - I can't dance. At least I'm not in denial about this sort of stuff, as I know others are about their singing voice or their dancing moves. So, knowing that I can't dance, though I'm an addict for making a scene, the question is: am I going to try and dance ok, or not at all, or go out and bust some horrible moves. Horrible moves it was. Mr. Rabbit informs me that the next video that may go up to his blog is of me dancing the Nutbush. I, on that night, had been drinking steadily, and hadn't danced the Nutbush for a long time, so I'm expecting to be just as bad in that video as I am in any other.<br /><br />I blinded everyone with two dances, while Andrew and the Pope tried their moves with two of the ladies on table 12 (renowned and infamous at this point in the night for being the vocal table during the comedians and producing two atrocious dancers). I was more interest in socialising with Mr. Rabbit, St. Ives Correspondent and the Ombudsman, knowing full well that this was the last time. And then the whole severity of the situation finally caught me - the Ombudsman was going. This will, no doubt, lead into a much more depressing tone and post if I continue with it (as it's still something I find quite sad), so I shan't be going on. We discussed the day's events, how the photos in the city (by the Opera House I believe) went, as well as what we had all noticed, and observations that we had been making, through the course of the reception. Good laughs and conversations took place between us all, which really brought the evening to a great ending.<br /><br />As the night drew to a close, I called for my lift (which was also Mr. Rabbit's and the St. Ives Correspondent's). I wished Mrs. Ombudsman the best of luck and gave her my congratulations, then Mr. Ombudsman a few times on the way out. Quickly I stole the number 12 sign from our table, gathered our free photo frame and my name-place, my jacket and we headed out. Misty-eyed I, along with the St. Ives Correspondent, waved the happy couple, and our friends, goodbye.<br /><br />It was an excellent wedding, and the first I wasn't obliged to go to because of a family association. It was the wedding of my friend, and I was in attendance with my other friends. It was a great night, and a wonderful experience. I know it's something I'm going to remember for some time for two reason. I see this as some sort of 'coming of age' thing: the first of my friends has got married (and the second is very soon I hear). Secondly, and the main reason for the night being quite 'special', because it was the last hurray and farewell for our greatest of friends: the Ombudsman.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thomas</span>.</div>Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13948719686426093168noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27405659.post-75401706627654859152007-07-01T00:43:00.000+10:002007-07-01T13:38:41.226+10:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bucks 'Party!' 2007</span><br /></div><br />The day started off, for myself, at 4:00am. I had to work the day. Dreadfully boring and uninteresting, so I'm not about to talk about it. I finished at 1:30pm, and went home, showered and changed and headed to East Hills train station where I would catch a bus into Sydenham. I would catch a bus because the line was closed for repairs/fixing/money-wasting. I caught the bus with my friend Andrew, as any trip into the city is awfully lonely. Arriving at Sydenham, we caught a train to Town Hall (which was the second stop, even though the train display said it was the last), disembarked and walked towards Star City, which is where we were to meet up the rest of the party-goers for the evening's events.<br /><br />We were meeting people after the had seen a musical event called "<span style="font-style: italic;">Play!</span>" at the Opera House. I couldn't go as I had to work (taking this Saturday finished forty-four minutes ago off for the wedding), and consequently, I was to meet everyone in the city after their show. Andrew decided he wasn't going as well. We decided that because we planned on drinking, we should stop for lunch, which we did at a window-filled shopping centre on the water. I had a turkey-meat sandwich, while Andrew had something from KFC. It was my first 'meal' for the day. Next we stopped in the last bar before Star City. I don't know what it was called, but I had a schooner of Tooheys New (my rare brush with middle-class Australia) while Andrew had something (possible a Carlton Draught, though now I think of it, he may have said that they didn't actually have that and got the same as me). We downed these and found our way around to Star City, where we enter. Realising I had absolutely no money on me, I exited (because there are no ATMs on the gaming floor), got out $200, and re-entered. Andrew, who had money, didn't have to worry about the ATMs.<br /><br />We looked around the floor and went where (I thought) was a cheap and safe bet - $5 minimum bet roulette. You can still bet $1 per lay-down (unlike the tables, where you have $5 chips) but a minimum of $5. I thought we would be alright there, as I have been somewhat successful at this type of betting at Revesby Workers clubs (especially with the soon-to-be Mayor of Menindee). Unfortunately, it wasn't meant to be, and I lost a quick $25. I wasn't exactly displeased, as that's a mere fraction of what I've lost to the coffers of Star City in the past, but losing, as always, is unpleasant.<br /><br />I received the phone call from the fellow party goers that their arrival was imminent (we had arrived early you see), and should position ourselves to find them. I cashed out of my machine (Andrew having done so already prior) and headed towards the front entry, where we would find the St. Ives Correspondent, Mr. Rabbit and the future Mayor of Menindee. I was informed that his royal highness Pope Francious II had thought it quicker by foot from the Opera House to Star City, and decided to walk, much to the displeasure of some. Suffice to say, he wasn't quicker. In fact, he was late. Very late.<br /><br />Very very late.<br /><br />We were to have a meal (dinner I believe it's called) at the buffet, which was enticing. My previous experiences with the Star City buffet had been nothing but enjoyable, so I wasn't put off. We lined up for roughly 20-30 minutes, where the Pope had joined us at around the 25 minute mark, then we found our table and loaded our plates. The Pope appeared to get sick (though I suspect that he had the germs prior to the meal) and ate little, and even reproduced what he had previously tried to stomach at subsequent times through the evening. I enjoyed mos of my meal, though the bread-and-butter pudding left much to be desired. Towards the middle, it tasted like eating a half-cooked egg. Though the custard was nice.<br /><br />After this meal, we headed for the bar/lounge at the back corner, behind the poker tables. The Pope as sitting on scotch, whiskey or bourbon (it all looks the same to me) and planned on using that as his cure for his sickness. I had a $7.50 Stella, which I though was an atrocious price, though couldn't do anything about it. I sat with the Pope and Andrew for some time, being told the wonders of Queensland, future plans of the Pope and the state of music right now. Andrew left at some point, lost his money, and returned. Do note that I didn't exactly discuss topics here, rather I was told them by one particular person.<br /><br />Eventually, the gambling itch that so readily annoys me surfaced and I found my way to the Blackjack table that my best of friends were rotating on. Mayor of Menindee had a permanent fixture on the table, and the seat beside him (the first seat on the table) had been sat in by Andrew and the St. Ives Correspondent to many blogs, to their detriment. Not caring if I lost or won (I did care, but I can put on a good face), I took up the seat and got a colour-change - my greens ($25 x 3) for reds ($5). The minimum bet was $15, so that's what I did.<br /><br />I was quite successful, but the amount of fun I was having (and believe I helped everyone else that mattered have) was what made the night. I am renowned for either having a good time or making a joke of myself/others at the card table. Whether it's other players or the dealer (not including myself) I can have fun with them. Last year (or before) I invented a call-sign for a King-Jack deal: Johny Cash. It sounded smart at the time and it stuck. Also, people believe me to be a somewhat reasonable card player after witnessing me win <span style="font-style: italic;">The 18 Cup</span> an insane amount of times, then go on to 500 with some success. So people, from our party group, were happy to watch myself and the Ombudsman (aka the future Mayor of Menindee) play our way to a financial state equivalent to that of bankrupt . The only thing was that along with all the fun we created, we didn't lose. In fact, we came out ahead. I don't know about my compadre Mayor specifically, but I believe we doubled (at least) all the money we laid down.<br /><br />I must admit that I had good support from my great friends, the dealers, the other players and the cards. Now, not to be stereotyping or racist or anything, but people of Asian descent who sit at card tables that I play at generally don't know a large amount of English - but they do know the word 'picture'. This is the call-sign for a card equal value to that of a ten i.e. a Jack, a Queen, a King or a straight ten. I have adopted 'picture' to my vocabulary for some odd reason (probably because of it's easy and novelty). So I would yell picture whenever I was dealt something that would need it And, for a majority of times, I got it. The same would be if I said it about any unit card I need - a three, a two, a six, whatever - which freaked me out. It was rather spooky I must say. So my table manners were rather bizarre. I would get an atrocious card, then start yelling the value of the card that I needed at the other card. When I got it, I would act appropriately - which either consisted of sweet-talking the dealer into giving me a card I wanted, doubling up or hitting/standing. This proved successful, as my end balance would prove.<br /><br />My compadre, the Ombudsman, had this trick to split. This, I must say, is a no-no on the Blackjack table. There are rules that experienced player (I like to include myself in that group because I play by these rules) play to - you don't split; you stand the whole way around the table if the deal has a four, five or six; and there are others. But the general rule is you don't split. And credit to the Ombudsman, splitting made him a very wealthy man - regardless of the fact that the whole table would groan if he did this or the dealer (one in particular) would ask him if he was sure, <span style="font-style: italic;">three times</span>, if he wanted to take this course of actions. The Ombudsman proved to be the smart player in the end.<br /><br />We sat at that table for hours, and the dealers were readily rotated. The first, Aimee, was good to us. When she left, I inquired to her replacement if she was headed to another table (as I would have followed luck), to which he said she was going home. Without hesitation, I asked if she had a card table at home. The replacement was also good, but my antics seemed to put him off, so I was rather glad when he left. His replacement, another guy (Andrew I believe his name was) was slow and steady - and again unlucky as the Ombudsman and I came out ahead. Around this time I had someone start to bet on me. I hate people betting on me because I lose my concentration. And I feel pressured to do things I wouldn't. So, when a box cleared, I was glad to be rid of him.<br /><br />Then the next dealer came, and a few boxes opened up (some were put off by the Ombudsman's splitting method). One who came was an Asian man, no older than 27, who was betting as I find Asians regularly do - with vigor. Beside the Ombudsman was an American. And, around this time, I invented the word party. Allow me to explain what a party is to everyone:<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">A party, as Thomas' dictionary defines it, is when three people bet in the single betting box, thus filling out the square with the maximum amount of betters. A street party is if more than one box if filled with to the maximum capacity of bets.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />So, as the night wore on, myself, the Ombudsman, the American and the Asian began to bet in these 'parties'. And, whenever a box filled up, some of us would yell out "On the party!" and hope to the all-mighty that it won, because they were generally big payouts. Then, if the box had only two bets, and we needed the third to get the party, the two who were in were left to rustle up the third bet, in order to get the party going. Funnily enough, by yelling the same "On the party!" we got betters. It must have been awfully confusing or onlookers.<br /><br />If the party box one, celebrations would ensue. And, more often than not, it won. No one person was in charge of it, though the Asian or the American would do the calling for the box, as I was distanced. If the party box lost however, there were a variety of reasons why:<br /></div><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>The party food sucked</li><li>The music sucked</li><li>The cops showed up</li><li>There's a better party somewhere else (which meant that chips would go to a different party box next time)</li><li>Going home for a one-man party (which meant you were just going to bet in your own box)</li><li>I'm starting my own party (which meant that you were going to start a party in your box)</li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;">This call-sign system just got more and more elaborate as the evening wound on. And it complimented the night perfectly. Unfortunately, Mr. Rabbit had left to go and see <span style="font-style: italic;">Othello</span>, so he missed out on the evening's festivities and humour - two things I <span style="font-style: italic;">know</span> aren't in <span style="font-style: italic;">Othello</span> haha.<br /><br />There was another Asian man who was sitting in the last seat of the table, who didn't say a single word through the whole evening. He sat down after the Ombudsman (he was the longest single sitter there) and stayed after we left, and not a single word. I tried to get him to talk, but who knows what he thought I was saying to him.<br /><br />Whenever the Ombudsman split his pairs, more often than not, he would receive some jovial threats against his life, such as "I'll see you in the car park". The dealer received more though, especially when they were on a wining streak. But, when the winning streak came to an end, all was fun again, and the baseball bats were filed to the back of our memories. And when they started on a losing streak, then it was all fun and games with them.<br /><br />The evening wound on, and, as it was going to be the last sojourn that our complete group could partake in for three years (things pending of course), most of us wanted to play our own game of cards - specifically: 500. So, it was time for last hands. I bet, the Ombudsman bet, and we both won. Then, as I was stacking my chips, I had an unfortunate amount of $5 chips, so I spread them across the board in what was my last bet. I joined my own square and then two parties, betting $45 total. Each hand won and the celebrations were enormous. I'm sure that Mr. Rabbit could have heard us all the way over at the Opera House were were that loud. High-fives and cheering all round. Onlookers had no idea as we were yelling "Party!" at one another over and over again. I collected my chips (rather hastily) and then we headed off to our St. Ives Correspondent home, where we enjoyed some grand hands of 500 - of interest two called <span style="font-style: italic;">and won</span> 9-calls (which, if you haven't played 5000, will mean nothing).<br /><br />The car trip home was a test of all our immune systems. Pope Francious, who was getting progressively sicker and sicker through the night was bottled into a car with four other people (myself, Andrew, St. Ives Correspondent and the Ombudsman) with the air conditioner on, rather than windows down. I pride myself on having ridiculously strong immune system - in the past ten years, I've only ever had a cold/flu/generic sickness twice. And I am exposed to sick people on a regular basis - I catch crowded public transport, I attend packed Uni rooms, I was going to school in some of those years, my family always appear to be sick, I work in customer service, etc. So I'm proud of my immune system. And this car trip was a real test of it. Suffice to say, I didn't end up getting sick, while our St. Ives Correspondent and the Ombudsman (who, both, we were all worried about as they had quite the important functions to perform the following weekend/yesterday) did. They took extreme measures and healed up, but that was only through the week.<br /><br />Upon arriving at our St. Ives Correspondent's home, we engaged in cards and cards, and played 500 into the wee hours of the morning. Andrew and Pope Francious headed home early (as they were being driven home by their parents), while I, the Ombudsman, Mr. Rabbit and our St. Ives Correspondent's continued to play. Without a doubt it was the most enjoyable afternoon/evening/night/early morning that I have ever been part of, and it pains me (now) to know that it may be some time before the next one. Ignoring that gray cloud, I can't help but think of how great a time we all had (well, bar the infected/sick one) and that we are all looking forward to the next.<br /><br />I may have forgotten some other interesting tidbits of the evening, and if so, I invite anyone who was there to remind me and I'll write them in. Of course, if any of the "<span style="font-style: italic;">Play!</span>" people have stories of interest or note from before the meeting at Star City, then, by all means, do comment.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thomas</span>.</div>Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13948719686426093168noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27405659.post-3504709116919677892007-06-29T00:51:00.000+10:002007-06-29T23:16:15.023+10:00I am loathe to make this the top post, rather than the previous, but this has, in fact, become the most successful month this blog has seen in its short life.626 visits thus far. It broke the 600th visit last night; they were a visitor I've noted as a regular, who lives in Canberra, using tgpi.com (Samuel perhaps?). At least, that's who I think the 600th was. If it wasn't, then it was me.<br /><br />And page views has also set a new record - 1261. With one day to go, a post that has been linked elsewhere and a few more posts to come, I wonder if it would be too much to see if we could reach the 700 mark?<br /><br />No, even that's out of reach right now ...<br /><br />Or is it ...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thomas</span>.Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13948719686426093168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27405659.post-22384871851863343432007-06-26T21:30:00.000+10:002007-06-29T00:46:38.635+10:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span>Here's a post I've fantasised about doing for a long, long time. I've pretty much mentally mapped out what i want to write, and have handwritten a lot of it. Granted, all of this occurred during exceedingly boring university tutorials and lectures, but it's something that I've wanted to write for a long time.<br /><br />A while ago I mentioned a new way of doing my own movie reviews in a post back in March. I've tweaked it and refined it so that it's overly complex, so confusing and without rules that, well, only the mind of Thomas can comprehend it. I'm a very considerate blogger. Now, to write out these movie battles, I've also had to hearken back to my high school English education and draw on all that marvelous and wonderful stuff that, at the time, I didn't particularly see a longterm use for (I guess that school was just preparing my to write movie reviews on my blog).<br /><br />The first combat that I ever thought of was Amélie vs. Garden State, two films that I do hold dear. One has the ever-so exquisite Audrey Tautou while the other has the stunning Natalie Portman. In my opinion, these are the two actors (I've come around to call both actors and actresses actors now) that could go on to become big things in Hollywood and secure a rank of immortality in history. But, then when I think really about it, they might be facing an uphill fight (Audrey Tautou is French and not an American and shys away from modern notions of celebrity and fame, while Natalie Portman refuses to do nude scenes, isn't modern 'celebrity' either and hasn't (nor will I predict) follow in the traditional footsteps of modern actors, and then there's the problem that she manages to pick the odd dodgey film to act in). Anyway, these two films are among my all time favourites because I recognise them as the best films yet that either actor has stared in. Others would argue against this, but because this is my blog, it's the truth.<br /><br />I've sung the praise of Amélie before, and repeatedly. Here is the most notable example (and I always thought that I had published that in early '07, when it was, after all, December '06). I've always liked that post, and 'Mr. Rabbit' sang its praise (I think) once as well. But I've never felt that I've done it justice. And I've never touched on Garden State even once, which I'm ashamed at. But no more! With the all new Thomas Movie Review System 2007, I'm attempting to convey both my admiration of both films and why I believe them to be cinematic masterpieces and vastly underrated.<br /><br />Let's start with the review system. There's a range of categories that I'll judge both films by that will no doubt vary between the films. This variation occurs because the two films I compare have similarities with each other, and they've been paired for this reason. Next time, when I pair together The Star Wars Saga against The Lord of the Rings Trilogy, while there will be some categories that have to cross over, what makes Star Wars and Lord of the Rings great are different to what makes Amélie and Garden State great. What's going to be focused on here is technical and story aspects, because that's what resides with you when you've finished watching these films. Each category has only one winner (unless there are exceptional circumstances) and the winner gets one point (or two, again, pending circumstances). If a film does a disservice to itself or the category, then it may get a negative point, but that will be rare. Anyway, after all that boring explanation stuff, it's time to get into it.<br /><br />Let's start with the main protagonist. They are, after all, of the most importance to any film. We are not, for the moment, considering the actors' portrayal of each character, rather the characters themselves. Amélie Poulain is, and I can't believe I'm about the type this, the main character of Amélie. Here we have a character that could be construed as cliché by someone who doesn't appreciate the film or the simple-complex character. Because that's what we have here - Amélie is such a simple character, but as the film progresses, and what we first perceived as simple turns out to be a façade that Amélie has built up to protect he extremely complex and teetering true self. Amélie, through some basic movie techniques, becomes a very familiar character, and ultimately, much more relatable to the audience. I find myself empathising with Amélie right up to the end of the film, and finally, when she manages to find what she has been looking for through the whole movie (an untangled and 'simpler' life, and the ability to love), a welling of emotions and the feeling that she's going to be alright.<br /><br />Amélie's complexity, as stated, is far from apparent in the beginning. And it's Amélie simplicity, thus, that attracts us to her from the outset. It's a change from the emotionally distraught (or perhaps emotionally unavailable, and thus unrelatable, as we see in quite a few Hollywood films) characters that flood our screen. This is, of course, in contrast to how Amélie is established by the film's introduction - she is a shown to have quite a varied and peculiar childhood. After meeting adult Amélie, I initially wonder why she appears to be so normal. Because she can conduct herself in a way that appears to fly in the face of psychological animosity, we are drawn to her. Then, come 'the fateful event' that acts as catalyst to the unfolding of the film, and as the film steadily progresses to its conclusion, we, at a more rapid rate, realise that Amélie battles her past, her problems and her complexity in a way that almost seems familiar to the audience. And why shouldn't it? The audience doesn't need to be fooled into thinking that either Amélie's problems or their own are of no consequence to either party, and thus another front of relatability is opened on the audience.<br /><br />To sum up Amélie Poulain: it's the character's relatability, in my opinion, that makes this character so key to the film, because the film, as a whole, attempts to and succeeds in being relatable. It's beauty and simplicity (on a separate level from that I was discussing with Amélie) would fall flat if the audience couldn't relate to the journeys that Amélie embarks on and is metaphorically pushed down. It would take a mighty character to overthrow Amélie from gaining the first points in this movie battle indeed.<br /><br />Andrew Largeman is one of the most masked characters I've ever seen in film. I tried to think of a metaphor for him, and the best I could come up with was a mask, inside of and onion, wearing a mask, wearing an apple skin. Once you think you've figured out Andrew, you then see him in a new setting, with new influences and he acts in a totally different way than what you would expect of him. But, most importantly, he isn't complex for complexity's sake, nor is he overly complex. He is just unpredictable and, strangely enough, what I perceive as real. Andrew has to contend with real problems, he has to deal with real people, and he finds himself in contexts, environments and settings. Andrew, and thus what revolves around him in the film, is real. It's not so far to stretch the mind to see a movie like this happening for the most part. Amélie, on the other hand, requires a little more of a stretch. But is Andrew any more of a real character than Amélie because of the entirety of the film?<br /><br />It is my belief that that isn't an important question when comparing the two films. It's whether Andrew is more or less relatable than Amélie that is important for a character comparison. Without a relatable character, the film suffers. And when watching Garden State I come to notice one things - I am more 'invested' in the other characters that revolve around Andrew rather than in Andrew himself. While Andrew is construed as this real and 'sterile' character who has been dumbed down by medication and suppressed emotions, the people around him are not so, and you find yourself drawn to the people that come into contact with him. But, after the establishing shots of the film - Andrew in a cabin of hysteric people on a plane about to crash where he simply adjusts the air vent calmly; Andrew lying in his white bed with nothing other than a phone in the room creating a very bland, uncolored, uninteresting and (important to note) unrelatable setting that Andrew lives in - we find that this is precisely how Andrew is meant to be - unrelatable. And while this pushes and helps the film to no end, it, ultimately, costs Garden State the one point for main character comparison.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Score:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Amélie</span> [1]<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Garden State </span>[0]<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Now, for a comparison for the two people who bring the previously compared characters to life. Audrey Tautou is Amélie. I don't think that sentence can convey the meaning that I want to send out. Audrey Tautou, in front of the camera, in the film Amélie, really is Amélie. If I were to ever meet Tautou, I would fully expect her to be Amélie. And I'd be surprised if she wasn't. She not only brings this character to life on the screen, she brings her to life in you - you believe that Amélie can, and does, exist by her performance.<br /><br />To further the argument to Audrey's side, her style is sublime. The uniqueness and individuality and the quirks that she brings to the role gives that lively edge to Amélie. And then you just watch her on the screen, not in the role of Amélie, and she owns any shot she is in. She can captivate the audience simply by looking at it. She has the ability to tug on the emotions of the audience with just the facial expressions that she can produce. A smile from Audrey Tautou in this role makes you smile back. When Amélie finally finds herself and what she's been after the whole movie (either consciously or subconsciously) you actually feel happy for her as long as you're not afraid to become 'involved' with the film. And it's not a hard thing to do with Audrey Tautou enticing you to.<br /><br />I believe Zach Braff has pulled the short straw on this one. Braff is a fantastic actor, and without-a-doubt an actor I would much prefer to see in movies than in the television show Scrubs. I believe Braff has the ability to do so much more and become one of the leading figures in Hollywood, and Garden State was a good start. In fact, it was a fantastic start. Braff, in a contrast to all of his other roles, doesn't rely on his natural comedic abilities, nor his ability to get emotion across. Instead, he manages to effectively stifle all of Andrew's emotions and feelings and expressions to the living-comatose state that Andrew has been medicated into. It's a difficult task, and a task well done by Braff.<br /><br />But Zach Braff is no Audrey Tautou. Braff, while he has the ability to hide emotion, doesn't have the ability that Tautou has to fleetingly betray what Amélie is feeling on the inside. This hearkens back to the beauty that is the Amélie character, but also acts as a testament to Tautou's abilities as an actor. A simple, adjusted, expression at the right time, in the right context, is all that it takes. I find it hard to believe that Braff wrote Largeman as a blank piece of paper that had not real emotion inside, especially when we see his breakdown and later expression of love for the woman he meets on his return journey. And because this emotion exists inside of him, build up over the years, I also find it hard to believe that not even an ounce of it would have crept out once in the movie at a part that betrays Andrew's real feelings.<br /><br />In summary: while Braff is a fantastic actor, and in my opinion has his best role and performance in Garden State, Audrey Tautou manages to streak ahead with her portrayal of Amélie. Braff's ability to stifle all emotion is what lets him down in the face of Tautou's ability to become Amélie and to make you believe that she is the character - and that the character is a real human being.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Score:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Amélie</span> [2]<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Garden State</span> [0]<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Garden State finally comes to a point where it has a chance to catch up to its competition. Amélie and Audrey Tautou were formidable opponents indeed, but, when comparing the supporting characters and cast of the two films, as I previously stated, Garden State needed to, and did, excel in this department. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Here we compare the two main characters who help Amélie and Andrew Largeman through their journeys. The two I have selected are Sam, as portrayed by Natalie Portman, and Nino Quincampoix, as portrayed by Mathieu Kassovitz from Garden State and Amélie respectively.<br /><br />Sam is a quirky character, on par with Amélie. They are both similar in some respects (they both are on a journey to find a better self, and in the case of these two films, that is through 'true' love; they both understand themselves, but struggle for others to see them for who they are; the two characters are 'colour' in their films) but, as is the case for their roles in their films, they do differ. Sam provides relief and animation in contrast to Andrew Largeman's sterile and subdued characteristics. Sam is partly there for some comedy against the seriousness that prevails in Andrew's life. But same is also stability, reason and another 'way' through the journey. How so? Because Sam brings into Andrew's life real stability, not the pseudo-crutch that the drugs he takes provide. She also is the single influence that reanimates Andrew which sets him on a more fulfilling and eventful journey. And, of course, Sam, like all great supporting characters, has the big serious speech that knocks Andrew and the crowd (when they actually think about it) to the floor when they should be. For example, Sam, after it being revealed to all that she lied about why she had a helmet with her, says that the real reason she had to carry it was that she had epilepsy, and needed it to stay employed (in case she had a fit and hurt herself). In response to this, Sam provides a nice little theory on self-perception:<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"The helmet I was wearing... Oh come on, that's funny. That's really funny, I mean I'm the only person who wears a helmet to work who isn't putting out fires or racing for NASCAR. But what do you do, I can't quit... their insurance is amazing, what do you do? You laugh. I'm not saying I don't cry but in between I laugh and I realize how silly it is to take anything too seriously. Plus, I look forward to a good cry. It feels pretty good."</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />It's in typical Braff style (to turn a serious issue into part-comedy), but it's the essence of Sam the character that enables us to take a look at ourselves and laugh. Eventually this turns into a prelude to the closing of the film when Andrew and Sam have had their good, long stares at themselves, had their "laughs", and then each have their respect "good cry".<br /><br />Sam is instrumental in Andrew's discovery of the end of his journey and the beginning of his new one. Without a doubt if the two were not there to compliment one another then the movie would be dead in the water. Sam brings the life to this film with the other supporting characters. It cannot be stressed enough that while Sam does all of the above, it is in conjunction with all those other secondary characters, and they are all actors in Andrew's journey.<br /><br />As with the Andrew Largeman character, Nino Quincampoix got the raw end of this deal. The character is lively, individual and unique in much of the same fashion of Sam and Amélie, but he just isn't as interesting as the two. He is intriguing, but just doesn't go that extra step to grab hold of my interest and keep it maintained. Nino also suffers from a problem you rarely ever see. The minor characters that help Amélie, though are of less importance when compared to Nino, are as uniquely detailed, familiar and relatable as he (though less fleshed out), leading to him blending into the background at times, when he should be off the shoulder of Amélie. I fail to see how this is the reason for having Nino, as I would put the finger on him to be one of the two main influences on Amélie through her journey (the other being Raymond Dufayel, who might have warranted his own section of comparison with Mark from Garden State).<br /><br />Further, Nino doesn't act the catalyst that Sam does. The night of Princess Diana's death is readily acknowledged by the narrator as the trigger. The argument could be made that Sam isn't the trigger, rather Andrew's mother's death is, however, I would then argue to you that Andrew would have returned to LA in the same, drugged out and melancholic state that he left in had he never met Sam. Thus Andrew would have never changed, and he would have had no stage of self-discovery, self-awareness or chance to redesign the path of his journey. Nino, as I see it, doesn't play this same, pivotal role. He certainly is instrumental, though not the linchpin that Sam is.<br /><br />To sum it up: Amélie suffers its first defeat in comparison of secondary characters. While the entire array of characters that both films present, if compared as an entirety, would have seen a much more difficult and hard fought battle, Sam up against Nino is, in my opinion, a no-brainer.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Score:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Amélie</span> [2]<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Garden State</span> [1]<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />We come to contrast, now, the two actors behind the previously compared characters. Natalie Portman, as Sam, provides, in this blogger's opinion, one of the top two performances of her career. But can Mathieu Kassovitz come out from behind the eight-ball with his portrayal of Nino Quincampoix? It's a mighty task, and anyone who has looked around this blog would have seen the answer already, but I'd like to at least justify why I believe Portman leaves Kassovitz in the cold.<br /><br />My adoration for Natalie Portman is no secret, and may (likely to) have clouded my vision here. I make no lies of it. But, the important thing to remember is that this really was a standout performance for Portman in amongst the dreaded Star Wars prequels. Two films of hers came out at the same time, and she won a Golden Globe (Supporting Actress) for her performance in Closer and was nominated for the same Academy Award. In my opinion, this role was the better of the two. Anyway, that's just my opinion in general about Natalie Portman's career - what about her showing in Garden State? It's perfect. It's a massive difference from earlier work, and strangely, such is Portman's acting ability, you can forget all those other roles as she draws you in on the film you're watching there and then. Any scene that she is in, you're concentrating on. Her performance is so spectacular that you're mind only wanders in as much as you wonder what's happening with the film.<br /><br />Sam is such a complex character and could have easily been a detriment to the film. That would only happen if the character was portrayed by someone who, really, didn't have the skills to pull it off. Portman has, quite possibly, the same acting style as Audrey Tautou bar one thing - where Tautou is demure and somewhat unassuming, though certainly in possession of the scene, Portman has a strong and dominating (when there is a need for it) presence on the screen. If Sam is to stand out or be the tallest tree, then Portman steps up to the plate. If Sam needs to step away from the spotlight, Natalie is able to do that just as well. I would throughly enjoy comparing similar, main roles that Portman and Tautou had, if they have had any that is. But regardless, we aren't comparing those two, we are comparing Natalie to Mathieu.<br /><br />Natalie also has the ability to send out strong emotions. Where Audrey perhaps has a limit to how she can express the strongest of emotions at the highest degree (fits of rage; crying; ecstasy etc.) Natalie seems to have no problem. I dare to say that Portman also can convey and evoke as much with a smile as Tautou, if not a degree more. I attribute this to the 'foreign divide' (which I will discuss later) but it's something that must be considered. I have distinct memories from Garden State, and all of them are of Natalie convey the strongest of emotions - a bright smile, a believable laugh, crying in the phone booth. And this is a true symbol of a memorable, strong and relatable character - and she is merely portraying a secondary character.<br /><br />Most importantly, it is Sam's relatability through Portman that saves Garden State. We have established Andrew as, for the most part, sterile and shut-off. Sam is far from that. She is lovable and kind and interesting and unique. But, quite easily, with the wrong casting, Sam could have been an obnoxious lier who the audience comes to loathe. Portman doesn't allow for that, and you have no option other than to love Sam.<br /><br />And we come to Mathieu Kassovitz who has the impossible task of besting Portman's glowing performance. Unfortunately, I cannot say that he did. In fact, I don't think he came as close as one might think. Certainly he is a superb actor and knows what he is doing, but in comparison to Portman, we have another Braff - at the end of the short straw. Kassovitz manages to put the quirks into Nino that is required to make him of interest and similar to the strange display of characters that surround Audrey. A man who collects discarded photo booth photos would naturally have antisocial tenancies - Kassovitz manages to convey these quite effectively. I could almost believe that he lived all alone and worked in an adult entertainment store, was a recluse (in the barest of senses) to the world and had lost his direction, while enjoying getting lost.<br /><br />But it's this almost that leaves him short. There is something between Kassovitz' efforts in this role and the believability that doesn't connect as well as the three previously mentioned characters. I have one memory of him in my mind from the film (though, of course, more if I tried to think of them) and that is his reaction through the plate glass at seeing Amélie. But the smile and the expression that Kassovitz puts on isn't exactly clear. It's slightly ambiguous - and not in an effective way. While the character should be clearly excited and elated at finding, who he believes, is the woman he has been searching for (the woman who has been playing the intriguing games with him), it's more the look of seeing an old friend. While I couldn't fault the man for one wrong thing in a perfect film, it's quite enough to suffer a defeat from Natalie Portman.<br /><br />To sum up: Natalie Portman is the Audrey Tautou to Garden State. What we have in her is the distinct ability to bring the movie, her's, and other's characters to life. The colour, the emotion and the vibrant display of talent that comes from Portman in this role is undoubtedly one of her best, and really deserves recognition (more than it received). This, of course, isn't at the expense of Mathieu Kassovitz, nor to his detriment. He is a wonderful actor and manages to do what is asked of him in the film, just not as clearly, or with as much power or force, as Portman does. It's another point to Garden State here.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Score:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Amélie</span> [2]<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Garden State</span> [2]<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Now it's onto the juicy stuff. The stuff that you can sink your teeth into. The stuff that they want you to focus on in school these days - the technical aspects of the films. And, to be honest, there are few better examples of technical superiority or experimental successes in movies these days (nor for the past ten years I'd venture a guess at) than Amélie or Garden State. But what makes them so good? Well, I've devised four topics to cover all of the aspects, each worth one point, that really are standouts in both of these films: camera work, 'colour' and 'the rest'. I've omitted directorship, editing, production and special effects because most of the story is convey through either a) the characters; b) the acting or; c) the technical aspects that the two share. Let us examine the first of these categories: camera work.<br /><br />I'm a big fan of how the camera is used in films. Sometimes it ads that extra punch, sometimes it leads to the detriment of a film. But, most of all, I can recognise and appreciate new and experimental ways that the camera can and is used. Of course, in saying that, I readily acknowledge that probably everything has been tried once before, and thus nothing is 'new'. But there are less-common uses of the camera, and that is what I deem the 'new'. Amélie has these new techniques, one could say, down pat; almost as if they had been used regularly. But what are they?<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Let's start with the how the camera is used in <span style="font-style: italic;">Amélie</span>. It's plays three roles - the first: it's the normal camera which tracks and documents our characters. That's no surprise. The second: every now and then the camera acts as a confessional for the characters. Amélie breaks down the fourth wall between film and audience (@00:11:16) when <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-148799.png">she tells us</a> that she enjoys looking back in movie theatres, then a few seconds later, what she dislikes about films, and once again after playing her first 'game' with Nino (@01:13:57), then, in the closing stages of the film (@01:52:23). There are powerful implications for a film when it breaks down that wall - most importantly, the characters acknowledge that they are only movie characters, and that they really don't exist. Pending the film of course.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />The third is in conjunction with the narrator, where it acts as an 'investigator' which seeks to show to us what information we need to know in order to become familiar with the characters and the story. From the start of the film to 00:09:12, we have a summary of Amélie's childhood, and sets the character up brilliantly to where we first meet her as an adult. Then, finally, the film's plot gets underway at 00:13:35. Up unto then, we are familiarised with the characters that are going to play a part. But not in the traditional sense of viewing them in a certain context. Rather, we are presented with them, and the camera is there to give us the information that is important for future events. The narrator's role is exceedingly important, though warrants a discussion on its own. But these tidbits of information don't just serve plot purpose - they give depth and a realisation for the audience of these secondary characters. Now the camera follows the journey through childhood, then weaves its way through each of the characters, stopping, in both parts, on the important players and with enough time so that we obtain a sense of who we are dealing with. We get a feel for each of the supporting cast - from <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-151198.png">Georgette</a>, the hypochondriac, using some form of inhaler, who is presented <span style="font-style: italic;">alone</span> to us in a mid-shot, up against a backing of the studiously organised and defined cigarettes behind her, thus defining neat and high-strung manner; to <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-151541.png">Joseph</a>, looking away from the camera at all times with a scowl, a tight, close-shot, without changing emotion, when we are told he enjoys only one thing: popping bubble wrap.<br /><br />The technical use of the camera in <span style="font-style: italic;">Amélie</span> is fantastic as well. The camera, I have noticed, is usually moving - either following characters or zooming. This, for me, is an obvious symbol for the notion that the movie is concerned with change for the characters - a movement from the old to the new - and the moving camera is representative of this journey. The camera is moving because the characters are moving - physically, emotionally, psychologically. If the camera does come to a stop, most of the time it's a close-up on one of the characters. I would say that every close-up has a purpose in this film, and I'm not about to detail the hundreds of them. Generally though, they are to do with emotional states or in relation to their position in the journey - whether it's a character going through change, coming to a realisation or being introduced, as we see with the main and secondary characters.<br /><br />There are a few high and low angle shots that are worthy of note as well. Amélie, after letting another chance of 'meeting' Nino, is put into her metaphorical context: the camera <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-167300.png">high above her</a>, standing alone, made to look small and insignificant. She's realised that she is alone, <span style="font-style: italic;">really </span>alone, and, with the events leading up to that point as a reference, because of her own actions. And, of course, the high to far camera movement of this shot is symbolic of the isolation and distance that Amélie has established herself in. It starts with <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-151974.png">a high shot</a> over a canal, <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-152041.png">arcs down over Amélie</a>, <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-152124.png">further down</a> but still distant, then ends up (physically and metaphorically) <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-152343.png">a stone's throw away</a> from her. The camera doesn't get close to her, and that's what it's like for the people around Amélie.<br /><br />Generally, though, the camera work in <span style="font-style: italic;">Amélie</span> excels because of the variety of ways we see Amélie through the camera. Perspective is of the utmost importance in this film. In many films, there's no importance between how we see the characters and what they are feeling (I find there is a reliance on the mid-shot in this case). I previously spoke about how the camera is distanced from Amélie regularly, and gave you an example. Many times the same example pops up <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-153733.png">time</a> and <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-150334.png">time</a> and <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-161553.png">time</a> again, each with their own meaning, though all along the lines of the distance between Amélie and other characters.<br /><br />Funnily enough, in situations where Amélie is in control, and should have the camera looking up at her, we find that she is put, again, further away, I believe this is symbolic of Amélie, again, still being distanced, while having control. But strangely, it's portraying her as having less power. While she is in control of the first 'game' that she plays with Nino, the view that Nino has of her when it is revealed (to him) he is being played by Amélie, <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-164778.png">this view</a>, is deceptive. And the same happens when she is the store Nino works at. In fact, I don't think I've seen <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-161553.png">a steeper shot</a> of a character in some time. She looks so small and insignificant, though she has all the control of the situation - she has the photo album. And <a href="http://s113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/?action=view¤t=vlcsnap-167996.png">here</a>, in this shot, Raymond Dufayel, by the end of the film, holds more sway over Amélie than anyone would think (the painting I will discuss later), and while the argument could be made that it's only an establishing shot, Raymond is never given the positioning to discredit this. It's this playing around with the camera that makes <span style="font-style: italic;">Amélie</span> so great in terms of the filming side. There's a heap of questions that I still need answers to in this film, but I don't exactly want them all solved at once. I enjoy thinking about a film, and I'm still thinking about <span style="font-style: italic;">Amélie</span>. My best example is <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-156973.png">this shot</a> (anyone who has seen the film will know the shot)<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Garden State</span>, if it suffers from anything in the camera department, is that it's very still, when compared to <span style="font-style: italic;">Amélie</span>. Where the camera is always moving in <span style="font-style: italic;">Amélie</span>, in <span style="font-style: italic;">Garden State</span> the camera's movement, or lack of, is minimal. But it is important that it is this way. Where Amélie is a journey movie that doesn't stop, <span style="font-style: italic;">Garden State</span> has the special quality of being a slow movie that can afford to stop. It's not as fast paced, and thus, it can afford to come to a stand still, and the audience can take everything in. This use of the camera is also a double-edge feature here - remember that Andrew Largeman is drugged into an emotionally 'dead' state, and would feel like everything is moving slow. Thus, the camera is inadvertently letting us into the mind of Andrew, who is experiencing the journey, rather than, as we see in <span style="font-style: italic;">Amélie</span>, setting us on a journey of our own with the character's occurring at the same time and parallel to ours. For the best example of that, watch the opening minute-45 seconds - it's in slow motion, Andrew is the only person who isn't emotional on a crashing plane, and we are given a point-of-view shot to show that the camera is a perspective into Andrew.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Even MORE! new stuff from here.</span><br /><br />The camera also sets up the important settings of Andrew. While the settings are important in <span style="font-style: italic;">Amélie</span>, it's importance resides in the colours being used, which I will talk about later. For <span style="font-style: italic;">Garden State</span> the settings, and thus 'feel' of the film, are set up through the way the camera is wielded. There isn't so much of a reliance on the close-up, as with <span style="font-style: italic;">Amélie</span>, more it's an emphasis of putting things in perspective. The way that the wide-shot is used in <span style="font-style: italic;">Garden State</span> is noticeably different to <span style="font-style: italic;">Amélie</span> in that not only does it distance Andrew from everyone, but it also puts things into context - Andrew feels alone and disconnected (though hasn't gone there by choice, as <span>Amélie has), and the way he is established in shots shows this. We have, again, high and distant shots of Andrew. As an example, when we first see Andrew after the dream sequence, we start with <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-293175.png">a view from the corner of the room</a> furthest away from Andrew, then come to <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-293800.png">a shot right above</a>, where, in cut stages, <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-293938.png">we</a> get <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-294099.png">closer</a>.<br /><br />This shot gives me a nice segway into what the environment says about our characters. If you look at <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-293175.png">Andrew's bedroom</a>, it's missing, well, everything. There's a phone and perhaps an electric shaver, besides the bed, and everything is white. It's a real sterile feel. The same can be said with <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-301373.png">the doctor's building</a> that Andrew goes to, <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-298965.png">the waiting room</a> (the colours of that room will become important later as well), and the <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-262391.png">airport bathroom</a>. And ordered, where everything appears to be perfect, like <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-305770.png">Andrew's parent's bedroom</a>, <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-294684.png">his medicine cabinet</a> (and the secondary message behind that is pretty powerful as well), <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-293465.png">the L.A. freeway</a>. Oh, and the airport, and <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-315220.png">another scene in the airport</a> (when Andrew decides that he is returning home, and thus, returning back to where he began his journey) Colour just isn't present in any of these environments - well, the colour that we find in others and in </span><span style="font-style: italic;">Amélie</span><span>. That is until we meet Sam, but that's for the next section.<br /><br />For the technical side, the camera in <span style="font-style: italic;">Garden State</span> is still and somewhat standard, though, as I explained before, it works to its advantage. When Andrew takes speed (I think it is) we get a nice little technique where Andrew is still lethargic and 'slow' but everyone else, rather than going at normal speed as they do when he is on his normal medication, they are <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-297189.png">all in fast-motion</a>. The same effect occurs <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-315462.png">at the end of the film</a>, when Andrew is on the plane and headed home, and it's a stark contrast to the slow-motion effect used on the plane in the opening scene. What this does is symbolises the change in perspective - Andrew hasn't changed, but the way he views the world has. He's stopped taking his ill-prescribed medication, and now he can see that the world is this fast-paced race, and, through all this, he's still the same person.<br /><br />And perspective, well, the use of that in <span style="font-style: italic;">Garden State</span> is really for totally different purposes than we see in </span><span style="font-style: italic;">Amélie</span><span>. <span style="font-style: italic;">Garden State</span> uses this to make everyone out to be smaller - not the centre of the world, but rather, a real human being <span style="font-style: italic;">on</span> the world, with a real life. When Andrew has finally sorted out his problems (mostly), and the plot needs to tie them up neatly, and show the audience that they've all come to some sort of resolution that we want them to have arrived at, but additionally, that Andrew is in charge of his own future and self now. We get a scene that does all that: it starts with <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-312593.png">a mid-shot</a> of the three characters, then <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-313616.png">zooms-out</a>, <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-313668.png">and out</a>, <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-313720.png">and out</a>. And all this was preluded by <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-313049.png">a high shot of the three characters</a>, symbolic that where once they were mastered by their situation, after that zoom-out shot, they are the masters of the situation</span><br /><span><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>So what film can possibly win this point? Well, for the technical side, it is just so hard to split. </span><span><span style="font-style: italic;">Garden State</span> is, for the most part, is an independent film - it's written, directed and staring Zach Braff. It's financed by Miramax, who aren't one of the two giants in Hollywood, so there's that freedom for the production team. But </span><span style="font-style: italic;">Amélie </span><span>brings the foreign flavours of film to us. It takes ventures that you don't see in Hollywood that much anymore. That certainly helps it's grab at the point, but is dampened by the fact that <span style="font-style: italic;">Garden State</span> can use the traditional camera works, that </span><span style="font-style: italic;">Amélie </span><span>discards, and makes them seem unique and original. So, my decision, </span><span style="font-style: italic;">Amélie</span><span> gets a point. <span style="font-style: italic;">But</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Garden State</span> gets one <span style="font-style: italic;">and a half</span> points for the fact that, yes, the film manages to make unique of what is standard. This is because they both deserve the credit of this category, but <span style="font-style: italic;">Garden State</span> gets that little bit extra.</span><br /></div><span><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Score:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Amélie</span> [3]<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Garden State</span> [3.5]<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Where to now? Well, I've touched upon it before now - colours. Starting with <span style="font-style: italic;">Amélie</span><span>, it's best done by just showing you one picture - <a href="http://www.zonalibre.org/blog/palo/archives/var/www/html/blog/palo/amelie.jpg">this</a>. It's the poster of the film. Look at the four base colours there - black, white, red and green. Those are what the film really comes down to. Red is the most popular colour in this film, quickly followed by the green. Red denotes passion, it denotes love and those emotions. And you find it all through the film. The reddest place in the film </span><span>Amélie's room. <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-167582.png">Every wall is red</a>, <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-157345.png">everything in the room is red</a>, even </span><span><a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-157053.png">Amélie is red</a>. Red red red. What does this say? If </span><span>Amélie has surrounded herself in red, even dresses in it, then she has the love she is searching for in her already. And, because she's not seeking it out in the form of people, she's surrounded herself in the environment. The green we see in </span><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Amélie</span><span> is sometimes pretty dirty and grungy. </span>Mr. Collignon, the mean and cruel grocer, his apartment <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-158850.png">is this grungy green</a>, and really looks like it could do with a clean. Where he works, and how he makes his assistant dress (who he runs down all day) <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-158625.png">is green as well</a>. And going back to that <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-152343.png">arcing shot</a> of <span>Amélie</span> on the canal, skipping stones, there's only one non-green thing in the shot: <span>Amélie. </span><br /></div><span><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Black and white is used in the traditional sense of shading - how can any film avoid shadows and light? But colours are pretty simple to understand in </span><span style="font-style: italic;">Amélie</span><span> - and even simpler when you're using two. They are self-explanatory, and really create the warm or cold feel of the film. When emotion should be evoked within the audience, the red is flooding the screen, it's warmer and it's related to what's going on with the characters. The green that's used makes it cold, emotionally dead and gives an insight into the characters that are associated with green.</span><br /></div><span><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-style: italic;">Garden State</span> uses colour to contrast where we've been and where we can go. For Andrew, it's the opposite in terms of his journey. Where the audience sees no, or little colour, we are viewing where we first meet Andrew - in his dead, bland, drugged world. But when we meet Sam, and the doorway to a new place (both for Andrew's emotional state and for the destination for his journey) is opened. But before that, the film is cold - and it still has points where it is, after we've met Sam. I guess that this is because of the conflicting state of mind that Andrew is in. The two go from a warm shared scene in a bathtub (referenced next) to a scene where they appear to be leaving one another - and, of course, it's in <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-315220.png">a very hostile setting</a> for emotions and colour.</span><br /></div><span><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Sam's entrance into the film brings with it colour and, ultimately, a change in emotions for Andrew. <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-262600.png">We first see Sam</a> in the same waiting room that I've described as sterile and 'dead'. But she isn't <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-298965.png">dressed to look like a chair</a> (serious, I think he is dressed to fit in - brown pants, the same shade of green shirt). She's different to what we've seen so far - 'dead' settings, <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-295333.png">ordered</a>, <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-296006.png">organised</a> and <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-294767.png">confined</a>. Then we are taken to her house, which is <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-302692.png">just as colourful</a> and <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-302193.png">just as 'random'</a> (that picture gets random because you can see the year-old Christmas tree and the labyrinth of hamster tubing) as this strange girl we've just met - and strange in a good way. There's something strange about everyone in this film, but few are <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-303211.png">likable-strange</a> (that picture is only explained by the film). In the end, we see that Sam is the catalyst for change for Andrew; she brings the spark, that his medication has put out, back into him, and this is all symbolic in the colours.</span><br /></div><span><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Two of the warmest scenes just <span style="font-style: italic;">happen</span> to occur when Sam is with Andrew. When the two share<a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-304611.png"> a moment by the fireplace</a>, after swimming in the pool, isn't only warm because of the fire, but because of the colours it throws out - the oranges and the yellows are quite inviting. The next is where Andrew finally opens up and lets all of his pent up emotions out, finally. He sits in a bathtub with Sam, and it has a similar <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-314442.png">colouring</a> to the fireplace scene. When a scene in a bathroom, the characters wet from rain, could easily come off as cold and uninviting, the colouring manages to turn that right around. </span><br /></div><span><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>But, between these two movies, </span><span style="font-style: italic;">Amélie </span><span>comes out ahead. The vibrancy of the </span>two colours, and only two, is just amazing. That's not to say everything else has been blacked out, but these two, and the way they are worked in and around every other colour is quite elegant. for all it's value, uses and suffers from normal Hollywood techniques, which is something that does surprise and hurts me. For all of the seperation between <span style="font-style: italic;">Garden State</span> and Hollywood that exist, it falls short on this key element. And for <span style="font-style: italic;">Amélie</span><span>, the colours are what do set this film above others, and really deserves the point. The colours, for both films, could do with an in-depth discussion in relation to each character, but this has already grown into a monster of a post, so I won't bore. </span><br /></div><span><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Score:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Amélie </span>[4]<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Garden State </span>[3.5]<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">What is the rest? Well, it's the mixbag of what else make these films good. Overt subtlety is what I like to call some of the elements in <span style="font-style: italic;">Garden State</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Amélie</span><span>. They are overt in that they are readily available, but subtle because you have to know what they mean, and they might not be so obvious as you see them (or perhaps you have to wait until the end of the film). Either way, the two films are full of them. The image of <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-294549.png">Andrew in a mirror</a> is a classic representation of a character of his type - split, undecided, lost. And contrast the life that's portrayed by these two scenes - driving down <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-294767.png">an L.A. freeway</a> and driving down <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-306807.png">a New Jersey freeway</a>. There's no hustle and bustle and stress and 'tightness'. </span><br /></div><span><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>It's difficult to compare the 'way of life' that </span><span style="font-style: italic;">Amélie</span> presents because it's an idealised, dream-like Paris that's being portrayed. So, instead, I'll turn to the pseudo special effects that come into play. There is a scene where we need to know that <span>Amélie has obtained a copy of a key to Mr. </span>Collignon's room key. The outline of it is highlighted in gold while it sits, hidden, in <span>Amélie</span>'s pocket. A similar effect is used when she sees Nino for the second time and has realised that she does have feeling for him. Her heart, <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-157585.png">shown to us</a>, beats at a rapid rate. This effect is used to give us critical information that, otherwise, the all-important narrator would have told us. So what the heck is <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-156973.png">this shot</a> doing? I have my suspicions (and it relates to the obvious religious undertones), but I don't like to venture such far guesses concerning films. I like to deal with what I know.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The lighting in both films is somewhat important, less so in <span style="font-style: italic;">Garden State</span>. It's possible to read too much into <span style="font-style: italic;">Amélie</span><span> and its use of lighting, I believe. It is used to show </span><span>Amélie making realisations about herself and those around her, such as when we, along with her, <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-149624.png">first view </a></span><a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-149624.png">Raymond Dufayel</a> from her window<span>. The only light shining onto </span><span>Amélie at this point is coming <span style="font-style: italic;">from</span> Raymond's room. Answers, for </span><span>Amélie's and our questions, lie within.</span><br /></div><span><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-style: italic;">Garden State</span>'s use of lighting is merely for effect as I see it. The most interesting one is when we greet <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-297513.png">Andrew waking up</a> from a party he attended through the night. Other than that, there isn't a whole lot to point out. But I'm not disappointed at that - there is a tendency these days to try and deliver too much information through lighting that it has become a cliche. Filmmakers should realise that the original <span style="font-style: italic;">Star Wars </span>perfected the art of lighting and need to leave it there. Similarly they did it with costumes, but as there is nothing really of note in that department in either film (other than the red clothes that </span><span>Amélie wears and the green clothes that Mr. </span>Collignon wears, on par with the aforementioned colouring) I won't dwell on that point.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Returning to the overt subtle, I enjoyed a particular scene in <span>Amélie that I brought up just a moment ago. </span><span><a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-149624.png">Amélie looks</a> out <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-150031.png">her window</a>, <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-149823.png">down to Raymond painting</a>. Note that </span><span>Amélie is looking through a lens. The painting that Raymond is working on will become a metaphor for </span><span>Amélie's life later on in the film where both characters talk about </span><span>Amélie, though neither <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> knowing (or at least acknowledging) that they are talking about her. <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-155804.png">"The girl with the glass in the middle"</a> is the character in the painting that they discuss, which, funnily enough, </span><span>Amélie</span><span> becomes in <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/vlcsnap-155725.png">this shot</a> later - in between the artist and the canvas. And, note, that she's holding a glass. Again, when the two discuss the painting/</span><span>Amélie, she is holding a glass. Mulled wine I believe she drinks. </span><br /><br /><span>But, what I found interesting about what started me on that metaphor talk, was that </span><span>Amélie was looking at herself, and through a lens. This works in two ways - one: she is looking at the world through a lens, not actually letting herself be part of what is out there. Two: she is already looking at her own person through a lens (as we are do note), just as the painting will become a lens into her own self.</span><br /></div><span><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-style: italic;">Amélie</span> has a few amusing moments, but they are in reference to characters, and generally important details to the plot in some strange way. Also, </span><span><span style="font-style: italic;">Amélie</span> has many moments when you find yourself smiling at something or someone. But <span style="font-style: italic;">Garden State</span> has actual comedy elements. There are some rather funny points in the film where it's in there purely for a laugh. And there is just the right amount so that it doesn't turn me (a person who doesn't have a pure comedy film in my Top 50 I expect - I disagree that they can be quality movies, but that's just my opinion) off it. For <span style="font-style: italic;">Garden State</span> the comedy is subtle, but overt. </span><br /></div><span><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>So who gets what, if any, points for this category? <span style="font-style: italic;">Garden State</span> gets one for all the little things in it that make it good. But <span style="font-style: italic;">Amelie</span> gets at least two (I was tempted to go so far as three) for including the painting and the metaphor. A student of English, I always loved a metaphor because not only did it take up so many lines to explain, but it was something that could be discussed and actually developed the film, as well as adding more depth and another layer to everything that was going on. I want to give <span style="font-style: italic;">Garden State</span> more recognition that I have in this category, in fact, I think I'll give it half a point because of the details that it includes for the sake of the plot and the sake of creativity. But, ultimately, </span><span><span style="font-style: italic;">Amélie </span>walks out on top with two points. Which brings us to the final score ...</span><br /></div><span><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Score:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Amélie</span> [6]<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Garden State</span> [5]<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;">So <span style="font-style: italic;"> Amélie </span>walks out on top, on what some may think is a closer margin that what others would get if comparing one of their all-time favourite films with their number eight favourite. Honestly, I'm not surprised. So fickle is my favouritism that my list changes order regularly. But the list of ten generally stays the same, and my top five haven't changed for some time as well. So to have only a point between them was, for me, predictable. And don't let this one point deride <span style="font-style: italic;">Garden State</span> in any way what-so-ever. It is a terrific film about love, the emotional journey of one man who doesn't like where he is, nor does he even know, and the unique and colourful characters that surround him (and ultimately us). But <span style="font-style: italic;"> Amélie</span> manages to tell it's story with that little bit more ... something. It's that undefinable something in <span style="font-style: italic;"> Amélie</span> that will always separate it from other movies. Anyone who has seen it knows what I'm talking about. It's a beautiful film, so simple, but, as we've seen (or I've told you) it's somewhat complex when you take it apart. I encourage everyone to try and see both of these films and try and compare them to this level in less than 8774 words.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I hope that the wait didn't put anyone off reading this. I can see why the length would have. Seriously, I applaud anyone who managed to go through it all. I would appreciate any sort of feedback on this - even a contrast in opinions on either/both films. If this type of post proves to be successful, I'll go and do the next one I had planned. I've always wanted a theme to my blog; perhaps movies is that elusive theme. If the recommendation comes in that people want similar, but shorter, posts to this then I totally understand and would, in all reality, prefer to write shorter ones. But, as I hope you've seen, these two films are standout, classics (in my mind, where they are also filed under under-appreciated) and worthy of the in-depth analysis I've given it (though, admittedly, I've only scratched the surface on some of the elements). Thanks.<br /></div></div><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thomas</span>.<br /></div></div></div> <span></span></div></div></div></div>Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13948719686426093168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27405659.post-84185601906170332962007-06-26T16:15:00.000+10:002007-06-26T16:20:44.248+10:00<div>Here is a screenshot of the edit posts tab that Blogger has. Of note, I'd like to draw your attention to a particular draft i had in the works that would have been published in the next few days, but noticeably, the date I had first started it.<br /><br /></div> <div> </div> <div><a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/screenshot.jpg">Screenshot</a>.<br /><br /></div> <div> </div> <div>I expanded it so that you can see what I was going to writing about.<br /><br /></div> <div> </div> <div><a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/screenshot2.jpg">Screenshot again</a>.<br /><br /></div> <div> </div> <div>TodayTonight STOLE MY IDEA!!! Seriously, I was about to write about how predictable these so-called """shows"""" (I cannot emphasise enough <em></em>these are not <span style="font-style: italic;">real</span> shows) were becoming and before I can even call them predictable they go and fulfill my idea. I was slightly bummed, but mostly pleased, when I saw the ad where the TodayTonight """reporters""" (nor can I emphasise enough how far these people fall short of being <em>real</em> reporters) go to re-interview that weather-nut.<br /><br />I guess all that this goes to show is that TodayTonight and ACA can prove themselves to be predictable, unoriginal and stupid without the aid of some blogger who hates them. Then again, I'm just one person who hates the shows among the thousands. So how stupid must the people be who watch them? And these are, no doubt, <span style="font-style: italic;">voting</span> Australians. Woe-is-me.<br /><br /></div> <div> </div> <div>I'm not going to watch it, of course, just like I didn't watch the first report. But I thought I'd just like to draw attention to the semi-irony of the whole thing. Thank-you for your time.<br /><br /></div> <div> </div> <div><em>Thomas</em>.</div>Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13948719686426093168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27405659.post-24417931471667858992007-06-24T17:02:00.001+10:002007-06-24T17:05:39.182+10:00In addition to the list of posts that I'm going to be completing through the holidays, the first is now Bucks 'Party!' 2007. It happened last night, it was crazy and quite a bit of fun, and the stories will amaze the masses. Maybe.<br /><br />Expect it Tuesday.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thomas</span>.Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13948719686426093168noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27405659.post-4115233041567382712007-06-22T17:43:00.000+10:002007-06-22T17:53:41.598+10:00I think I've been banned from the kitchen, and preparing food, for the final time tonight. If so, I'm certainly not mourning this loss. I'll celebrate it later tonight in fact. But for now, I must be content with my mother preparing my food after being turned off from my 'style' of cooking.<br /><br />See, I was supposed to make some sort of salad for dinner tonight. I brought up my regular argument of "Why does food need so much attention if you're just going to eat it?" I then said that we shouldn't bother with a salad, or if we absolutely <span style="font-style: italic;">had</span> to, we should do this ...<br /><br />I proceeded to pick up the head of lettuce and took a bite out of the side. I chewed away as my mother looked on, stunned. I smiled then grabbed a cucumber and took a bite out of the side as well. Chewing away my mother forcibly removed me from the kitchen talking about how I'm uncouth and uncivilised and am never to tread foot on the kitchen tiles again. I started to laugh when I leaned up against a wall, looking at a head of lettuce and a cucumber with chunks missing. It was quite the sight. I should have taken some photos, Samuel-esque style.<br /><br />I still would be happy if my mother dumped the crisper shelf on the dinner table in preparation for tea every night. Then she, my father, my sister and I could just grab what we want and eat as much as we want. There's things I don't like in a salad that someone else might, so nothing will really go to waste. And the novelty value! It would get kids eating veggies if they had to fight for bits and eating were fun.<br /><br />Of course, I fully support the cooking and preparation of livestock and meats. I couldn't eat them raw. Though sushi I have been known to consume and enjoy, so perhaps, along with knives and forks, a fish scaler and a bucket for the guts could be supplied?<br /><br />I could have stumbled upon a new idea for a restaurant. Or is that called a farm? Meh.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thomas</span>.<br /><br />Note: No, the parts of the food that I 'defiled' were not served in the salad that was made by more 'caring' hands.Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13948719686426093168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27405659.post-29476588115618846792007-06-22T16:55:00.000+10:002007-06-22T17:05:22.331+10:00There are a list of things that, really, you just don't want to happen when you have an exam on that day. Serious bodily harm can result in an extension, as can tragedy and 'misadventure'. But I know that some people have been refused the chance to sit an exam because they missed a train or bus. So, imagine my feelings of joy* when, after not having to use NSW's awful public transport system for roughly two and a half weeks, the <span style="font-style: italic;">first</span> train I need to take to get to an exam is ... well, I'll let my transcript say it all:<br /><br />"The 7:37 train to the city has been *slight pause, everyone gasped* canceled for today.*<br /><br />I heard this after <span style="font-style: italic;">just</span> buying my ticket and walking up the stairs of East Hills station after deciding I wouldn't rush for the earlier train that I saw getting ready to leave the station (it was an all stop, which by the timetable, would have got me to Redfern later than my intended train). Isn't that just how things go? I hadn't had a problem with <span style="font-style: italic;">any</span> trains in some time, and if I had, I wouldn't have cared because, frankly, lectures are about as entertaining as a Kevin Smith film (sorry Andrew, had to do it haha). But exams are a whole different kettle of fish. They are compulsory.<br /><br />Yet another fantastic encounter with CityRail, even after the budget promised that things would be on the improve. Well, I know you have to give these things time, but Mr. Costa certainly wasn't my friend, nor Mr. Iemma or his cronies in charge of public transport. Why couldn't O'Farrell have run during the last election? Damn Liberal honchos.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thomas</span>.<br /><br />*When I say joy, I really mean horrorThomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13948719686426093168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27405659.post-82966446291210201052007-06-20T11:39:00.001+10:002007-06-26T16:26:30.001+10:00I have lots of already lengthy posts in draft form, but exam mode has finally kicked in, and they will stay there, most likely until the 26th. Expect one or two come Friday evening, but other than that, sporadic posting ahead.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thomas</span>.Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13948719686426093168noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27405659.post-29892205856583801352007-06-16T23:02:00.001+10:002007-06-17T14:57:50.064+10:00I know that, some while ago, I did a post linking to all the photos that I took of the <span style="font-style: italic;">18 Cup</span> on my trip to Europe, but only realised this week that I never got around to showing any of the 700+ others of the generic tourist things. So accept this as the post that should have gone up a long time ago containing most of my favourite photos. They are in no particular order, though are grouped together per content.<br /><br />A warning, a lot of these are just photos without the <span style="font-style: italic;">18 Cup</span> in it. But, then again, some of them aren't.<br /><br />I believe I took the most photos at Gallipoli, and a few selections of them include the two I took at Anzac Cove <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/57709843/?q=by%3Aclayton-northcutt&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps">here</a> and <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/57709681/?qo=1&q=by%3Aclayton-northcutt&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps">here</a>. The memorial at <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/50334632/?qo=11&q=by%3Aclayton-northcutt&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps">Lone Pine</a> and the well preserved <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/50332450/?qo=18&q=by%3Aclayton-northcutt&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps">Gallipoli trenches</a> were two highlights among the many. Of course, I was obliged to pay a visit to John Simpson's <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/57710979/">place of rest</a> as well. And, to my surprise, I found <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/57710077/?qo=5&q=by%3Aclayton-northcutt&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps">this</a>. I hadn't done any specific research on what I'd find at Gallipoli before I went because, well, I thought I knew what I'd find. But the big monument, which has Ataturk's famous letter to the mothers of the Anzacs who had died in the Gallipoli campaign was a surprise, and a welcome one. My great-uncle, who was traveling with my grandfather and me, had never heard of it, and when he read it, shed a tear and was really moved by it. The long story short behind us going there is that we had a distant relation (that my grandfather knew as a child) fight there and survive, only to die on the Western Front. Reading the monument had a similar effect on me, and ever since, I can't read it without feeling that familiar lump in my throat.<br /><br />I get the most requests from family and friends to talk about <span></span>Auschwitz, followed by seeing the photos. I think sometimes my response disappoints people. I guess that people have different experiences there, and me not exactly being the greatest at expressing emotional experiences, might sell what I did actually feel there short. Anyway, I took photos of the <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/50378741/?qo=6&q=by%3Aclayton-northcutt&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps">main gate</a> (which was eerie to walk through) and of the haunting main building at <span></span><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/50331845/?qo=19&q=by%3Aclayton-northcutt&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps">Auschwitz-Birkenau</a>, as well as some spur of the moment ones. <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/50332026/?qo=18&q=by%3Aclayton-northcutt&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps">This</a> is looking down one of the many fences within the Auschwitz camp. Block 11 in the Auschwitz camp was the prison within the prison, and between it and Block 10 was a non-visible (all windows looking into the yard, as well as the entry and exit were boarded up) as it was where prisoners were shot. I took <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/50378216/">this photo</a> of the area not because I could but because there were people laying wreaths there as we came. It was, really, the only colour you could find in the entire place.<br /><br />At Auschwitz-Birkenau, you were allowed to go into the main building and look out at that horrific place. <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/57711403/">This</a> was a photo looking out to the fields. Each chimney was a building that would 'house' hundreds, sometimes thousands, of prisoners. That was only looking out to the right. <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/57711711/">This</a> is looking out to the left. <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/57711981/">This</a> photo is looking out the centre windows, where one can sees the train tracks leading into the camp, where the prisoners would 'disembark'. I'm not going to retell the horror stories that could go with the photo because everyone knows them all.<br /><br />I took photos inside of the prisoner blocks and of the outside of the gas chambers, but I don't want to post them.<br /><br />Onto something more lively, well, lively in mind, not physically. I enjoy taking photos of statues, probably because you don't have to worry about them moving or blinking. Anyway, the British Museum is great for that, as is a trip through Italy. <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/56074856/?qo=8&q=by%3Aclayton-northcutt&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps">This</a> is a statue in Pompeii (and boy are there many of them). At the British Museum, two examples (and I took a whole <span style="font-style: italic;">heap</span> of photos of "old stuff" as my younger viewers have deemed it) of the exhibitions I saw are <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/56073515/?qo=9&q=by%3Aclayton-northcutt&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps">this</a> Egyptian statue, <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/50380816/?qo=10&q=by%3Aclayton-northcutt&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps">this</a> Greek one, as well as <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/57712326/">this</a> Greek temple (?). Of course, how could I not take <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/57712747/">a photo</a> of the Rosetta Stone. I did an assignment about it for the HSC and scored ridiculously high marks on it, and since then I've always wanted to go and see it (perhaps to say thank-you?).<br /><br />Taking photos of the Statue of David is banned (someone explained it to my father and I the first time we saw it, but the reasoning eludes me). The temptation to take a photo, for my father, was too much, and he managed to snap off a few before we left. The challenge had been laid down to me, so of course <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/50332611/?qo=23&q=by%3Aclayton-northcutt&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps">I took a photo</a> ... and was promptly thrown out. Luckily I took it after I had gandered all over the place, so i wasn't heartbroken. In fact, I was rather pleased - I was thrown out of the Accademia Gallery.<br /><br />I saw <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/50368677/?qo=16&q=by%3Aclayton-northcutt&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps">this</a> nice, entertaining statue in Singapore. I liked it. A lot of the people I've shown it to didn't, or at least didn't 'get' it. But what's to 'get' about simple things?<br /><br />The Trevi Fountain in Rome. It's a strange thing. Before I saw it on my first trip, I was slightly excited to see it. Then when I did see it, i said "So what, it's just a fountain". Then, this second time, it was actually impressive. Perhaps it was my impetuous youth speaking the first time, but regardless, I took two of my favourite photos there. <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/50332808/?qo=21&q=by%3Aclayton-northcutt&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps">This</a> is a wide shot of the fountain, while <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/50332952/?qo=20&q=by%3Aclayton-northcutt&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps">this </a>was a close-up side shot of the main statue of Neptune.<br /><br />When you go to Rome, the thing <span style="font-style: italic;">everyone</span> visits is the Coliseum. This was my <span style="font-style: italic;">second</span> visit (I just love an opportunity to brag), and I took as many photos as my parents did the first time. <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/50332189/?qo=24&q=by%3Aclayton-northcutt&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps">This</a> is from the second tier looking down at the arena, while <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/50331219/?qo=27&q=by%3Aclayton-northcutt&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps">this</a> is also from the second tier, looking straight ahead (from the opposite side to the first).<br /><br />The next place that people go to in Rome? The Vatican. I know, not an official part of Italy, but it's there, and people go. I went, and it was alright. I wasn't expecting a whole lot (other than the Sistine Chapel), and that's sort of what I got - nothing too flash. I was impressed by the size of everything. The building, especially St. Peter's Basilica, is huge! <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/50333941/?qo=19&q=by%3Aclayton-northcutt&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps">This</a> is a photo of the outside. Seriously, inside, the columns and the interior hoo-ha is unbelievably massive.<br /><br />Florence yielded <span style="font-style: italic;">many</span> photos for two reason. One, it really is a picturesque place (even though I don't really like being there). Two, no one in my family had been to Florence when it rained. I was 'lucky' enough to be the first to get the rain. But, regardless, I got many photos of, really, the same cityscape. So, to save on your's and mine's time, I'll show you my favourite of the lot. <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/50332717/?qo=22&q=by%3Aclayton-northcutt&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps">This</a>. Why is it the favourite? Because you can see the Duomo and Campanile (that thing that looks like it has a terracotta roof), the Ponte Vecchio (that big bridge over the river) and the rest of the city.<br /><br />Venice is, quite possibly, my most favourite place on Earth. I made a point to go back because it's so foreign to be there. There's no cars, no road, nothing that you expect back home. You can really escape the world when you go there. That's my feelings anyway. And my opinion hasn't been changed by those people who slander the place for this or that (whether they've been there or not), and it never will. I became so 'wrapped' by the place that I hardly took any pictures. <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/50334105/?qo=18&q=by%3Aclayton-northcutt&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps">This</a> is a photo from the Rialto bridge, looking down the Grand Canal. <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/57714007/">This</a> is just one of the hundreds of canals that you pass. I thought it sort of summed up my time there: a quiet, secluded part of the world with no hustle or bustle of home, where you could just go to relax.<br /><br />Going to Stonehenge is a funny story that I'll probably write about one day soon. <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/50379186/?qo=13&q=by%3Aclayton-northcutt&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps">This</a> is one of the dozens of photos I took of it as you walk around it. It was freezing there, so walking around took us a whole of fifteen minutes haha.<br /><br />And that's about it. I had a heap more photos, and some of things I haven't mentioned above. But, for the most part, what I have linked to are my favourite photos. Credit to anyone who I forced to sit through all 750+ of them, and more to people who want to see them all of their own volition. But I doubt I'll find too many of them any more. Maybe one day I'll get around to at least uploading a single photo of everywhere I'd been, but that's a task for the holidays.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thomas</span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Note</span>: This layout sort of sucks in terms of showing a link. It's a light-ish brown in amidst all the black font. For the most part, I linked to photos on the word "this". Sometimes it was specific words, like "Lone Pine" or "Gallipoli trenches". Maybe, as you read, you should run you cursor over the line if you have trouble. If anyone does find locating links a hard task, say so and the layout will be gone.Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13948719686426093168noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27405659.post-37262170445535616882007-06-16T14:25:00.001+10:002007-06-16T21:20:14.240+10:00I'm in the process of redesigning the layout. This isn't how it's going to be from here on in, so don't despair. It's only that I've a more pressing matter to deal with right now.<br /><br />Edit: I'm going to settle on this. For future reference, please don't lose your glasses again haha. I enjoyed fiddling too much to be able to stave off doing it again.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thomas</span>.Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13948719686426093168noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27405659.post-9672172478070318662007-06-15T21:15:00.001+10:002007-06-15T22:22:57.738+10:00This is late (in terms of how quickly one can get news these days) in T.V. land, but it's something that I only just found out today. Any longterm reader of this blog will know that I'm an avid watcher of television, and of all the shows that I hold most dear Boston Legal is one of them. I've talked about it <a href="http://deuslovult.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-youve-started-on-such-high-peak.html">being a good</a> show and then ways in which <a href="http://deuslovult.blogspot.com/2006/08/it-would-appear-that-one-of-worlds.html">it has improved</a>. I've covered all topics that I thought needed covering.<br /><br />Lo and behold, I found a topic that I needed to talk about. No, it's not that the show has increasingly become "The Alan Shore & Denny Crane politics Show" (something that it has actually become) ...<br /><br />Before I get into detail about it, I'll preface this with a little 'viewing rule' that I have. Knowing full well that T.V. shows are T.V. shows, and that they are all competing for ratings, and that death-scenes of favourite characters garner the highest ratings (usually), I invest my 'attachment' into many characters. This ensures that when one of my favourites are written out of a show, I still have other favourites that I'm watching a show for. So, let me list the people (in order) that I'm 'invested' in for season one of Boston Legal:<br /><br />- Sally Sweep, played by<span style="font-style: italic;"> Lake Bell</span><br />- Brad Chase, played by <span style="font-style: italic;">Mark Valley</span><br />- Alan Shore, played by <span style="font-style: italic;">James Spader</span><br />- Lori Colson, played by <span style="font-style: italic;">Monica Potter<br />- </span>Denny Crane, played by <span style="font-style: italic;">William Shatner<br /></span><br />By the end of the first season, Lake Bell had left, Five episodes into the second season, Monica Potter had left. Also, early in season two, Tara Wilson (who played <span style="font-style: italic;">Rhona Mitra</span>) had left as well. The show, thankfully, introduced new, full time characters to replace those that left. Denise Bauer (played by <span style="font-style: italic;">Julie Bowen</span>), Shirley Schmidt (played b<span style="text-decoration: underline;">y </span><span style="font-style: italic;">Candice Bergen</span>), Sara Holt (played by <span style="font-style: italic;" class="new">Ryan Michelle Bathe</span>) and Garrett Wells (played by <span style="font-style: italic;">Justin Mentell</span>) were all progressively brought into the show. As well, Paul Lewiston (played by <span style="font-style: italic;">Rene Auberjonois</span>) was fleshed out as a character (spoken about <a href="http://deuslovult.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-youve-started-on-such-high-peak.html">here</a>), and built up in a way that made you want to see him take on a case or have something to do with a plot line because you knew it would be serious then. I weighed up my stock options and invested in the following:<br /><br />- Denise Bauer<br />- Brad Chase<br />- Alan Shore<br /><br />This was around the time where, as I linked to earlier, I thought the show was taking a turn for the worst. But, by the end of the season, a new character had been introduced that grabbed my attention and got me hooked more-so than I was before. <span style="font-style: italic;">Michael J. Fox</span> landed a reoccurring role as Daniel Post, which thankfully stretched to this latest season, but ... well, I'll get to that later. Marlene Stanger (played by <span style="font-style: italic;">Parker Posey</span>) was such an interesting character and so 'effective' in the environment (in terms of in and out of character) that, after <a href="http://deuslovult.blogspot.com/2006/08/it-would-appear-that-one-of-worlds.html">blogging about her</a>, I re-did my favourites list:<br /><br />- Marlene Stanger<br />- Denise Bauer<br />- Brad Chase<br />- Daniel Post<br />- Alan Shore<br />- Denny Crane<br /><br />But, come season three, well, it really was a strange turn of events. In no particular order, Garrett Wells, Sara Holt, and Marlene Stanger had all been written out. Brad Chase hardly appeared, as was the case with Denise Bauer and Paul Lewiston. The worst part of all that: Marlene Stanger was gone! The Squid, who had peaked my interest in the show after four episodes was headed for the New York branch. I thought the show was doomed, and more-so when I heard that <span style="font-style: italic;">more</span> new characters were being written in. Jeffrey Coho (played by <span style="font-style: italic;">Craig Bierko</span>) and Claire Simms (played by <span style="font-style: italic;">Constance Zimmer</span>) managed to dispel any fear of them adding negativity to the show, as their characters (of particular note: Jeffrey Coho) revived the show and headed it in a new direction. My new list became:<br /><br />- Jeffrey Coho<br />- Denise Bauer<br />- Brad Chase<br />- Daniel Post<br />- Claire Simms<br />- Alan Shore<br />- Denny Crane<br /><br />Of course, Paul Lewiston was interesting to see come and go, and Shirley Schmidt, yeah, interesting enough. Anyway, generally, the show was at it's peak, and above all, had more characters that I liked than ever before.<br /><br />Daniel Post received an increased role ... then he was killed off.<br /><br />Then last week's episode came along and Jeffrey Coho left.<br /><br />Then I got news today: the following character have been written out of the show for season four:<br /><br />- Denise Bauer<br />- Brad Chase<br />- Claire Simms<br />- Paul Lewiston<br /><br />In one fell swoop, five of my favourite characters were gone, and a fringe member was out the door with them. My list then became:<br /><br />- Alan Shore<br />- Denny Crane<br /><br />Thus, as I hinted at before, the show truly has become the Alan and Denny show. I loved Boston Legal, but I don't love it so much that I could stand it just centering around the same three characters doing the same three things every week. I liked the show, as of late, not because it was the same old left vs. right or Republican vs. Democrat debates between Denny and Alan (which had become stale and boring in my opinion) but because I could watch as multiple other plots unfolded and took shape that interested me to no end.<br /><br />People are going to say that Denise and Brad did little-to-no lawyer-stuff towards the end. This is true. But will they stop to think that them <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> doing the lawyer-stuff gave people a break from <span style="font-style: italic;">every other character </span>that was doing it? And Jeffrey, well, people have already said that he was written out because he was 'competition' to the Alan Shore character. That is no reason to get rid of him! Far out, it should serve for the writers to invest <span style="font-style: italic;">more</span> in him if anything! Play the two off each other, mess around with them, keep them on each other's heels. Just make sure they encounter one another at least once in the hour!<br /><br />Claire, well, she would be the one you would write out if you were having a <span style="font-style: italic;">minor</span> cast shuffle-up. But when you're losing three of your longest-serving cast members (with <span style="font-style: italic;">Mark Valley </span>having been on the show since day one) you don't cut out one of the more interesting characters who, again, gave viewers away time from Alan and Denny doing their same old thing.<br /><br />By having the centre of attention on Denny and Alan, the show became predictable. I said it before, and it's going to happen again. The show become like a formula:<br /><br />Alan takes on a case that allows him to voice his dissenting, anti-Bush, Democratic opinion -> Alan then voices his opinion throughout the show, resulting in a disagreement with Denny -> Alan makes a grandiose closing to his case, summing up why the Republicans and Bush are bad -> Alan wins the case -> Alan sits on Denny's balcony, the two smoke a cigar and drink whiskey as the show fades out.<br /><br />Denise, Brad, Jeffrey, Paul, Claire, Daniel, Marlene, Lori and Sally all made the show unpredictable and watchable. Each and every one of those characters will be gone by the next season, and they are likely to never return. Thankfully Shirley is still there, with a hotch-potch bunch of characters that don't interest me in the slightest, as well as two, soon-to-be named characters that will join the firm. But it doesn't matter. I've now lost every character that I've <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> shown an interest in that wasn't Alan or Denny, who are slowly driving me up the wall. The question is, for me, will I be watching much of the fourth season, or until all of my favourites are gone? Season five does indeed seem a daunting task to undertake right now ...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thomas</span>.Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13948719686426093168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27405659.post-78733028864981870412007-06-15T20:51:00.000+10:002007-06-15T21:13:07.707+10:00I do enjoy America's favourite pastime of bowling. I enjoy it quite a bit actually.<br /><br />Today I went bowling with my friend Andrew. It's certainly they most demanding sport that either of us could handle. Today was not Andrew's day. In fact, it wasn't his month or year. He does have good rounds often, though today, with the rain, the moon and the ring of Saturn all working against him, he was behind the eight ball from the get-go.<br /><br />I, on the other hand, bowled the greatest game of my life. 209 in the first game. 2-0-9! That's nearer to a perfect 300 game than to a toddler-no-bumpers game of 0. I'd never broken the 200 mark before, and on my last bowl, I hit a 9, leaving one pin standing from the strike. I hit four strikes on the trot somewhere, and didn't not hit a pin in each frame. And there were only two frames where I didn't get a spare of a strike. I was quite proud of my achievements.<br /><br />By the end of the three games I had bowled over 500, with my two others games notching up approx. 170 and 150. I appeared to go from best to worse as the games went on strangely enough. But, you know, you can't be choosy about these things. 209 I'll take any day, any game. I'd like to say that I'm going to try and set out to beat it, you know, to instill some sort of motivation or goal in my life, but even I know I won't be getting close to it again. It was just one of those days at the alley I guess.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thomas</span>.Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13948719686426093168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27405659.post-31628654501399473202007-06-12T22:29:00.000+10:002007-06-12T22:45:10.623+10:00I decided that, instead of doing my university assignment, I'd troll through the mountain of results after Googling the name of my old high school, East Hills Boy Technology High. Deep into the results I found (what I think is) a very interesting <a href="http://www.teacherscreditunion.com.au/about/aboutMembers.aspx?AspxAutoDetectCookieSupport=1#Board">link</a>. Following the link will take you to a page where there is a strip of head shots towards the bottom. The first person from the left side was my years 11 and 12 economics teacher, Mr. Jacobs.<br /><br />I guess he must have had a bit of knowledge to be appointed to that position, chairperson of all places. If only I could remember anything that we talked about it that class ...<br /><br />Actually, I do remember a bit from the two years, but really, only two things stand out: how good a guy Mr. Jacobs was, and how he would always, without hesitation or doubt, engage in a debate about how awful and 'wrong' communism. I think that he only did so to pull the chains of the people who towed the Red line - a pair of twins from China who said that it was the greatest economic and social theory to date.<br /><br />If I had any <span style="font-style: italic;">real</span> interest in the subject, like a few of the people in the class, then having Mr. Jacobs for the subject would have been equivalent to having the greatest economist as your teacher. But even though I wasn't, I still managed to score rather high with my marks, understand a heck of a lot of (what I now see as) complicated jibber jabber, and turn it into a contributing subject to my UAI.<br /><br />I also remember that he was very much against the ideas, that are soon-to-be policy, of 'reward schemes' for paying teachers. I can distinctly remember the topic coming up a couple of times in class, and Mr. Jacobs had a very good argument against it. A shame I can't remember it now. It was probably similar to what everyone else says about the idea though.<br /><br />Anyway, this is just a mindless ramble. I'll close with something meaningful I guess. A good teacher goes a long way. How's that?<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thomas</span>.Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13948719686426093168noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27405659.post-39803307484988476832007-06-12T17:08:00.000+10:002007-06-12T17:14:57.886+10:00Over the past few months I've kept track of a few search terms that people have (most of the time) Googled, that has led them to this blog. I know, I'm ripping off the idea, but at least it's a post, right?<br /><br />Socialist alternative alternative<br />Deus Lo Vult means<br />tom watson university of sydney nick wood<br />Picnic Point Bowling Club<br />apprentice season 5 10 terek<br />alma torlakovic<br />sydney uni commerce<br />south africa chokers<br />wolli creek<br />andrew quah<br />swallowed listerine<br />what does it mean "well viewed"<br />lenny veltman<br />rude to wear hats in house<br />link:http://bigpicture.typepad.com<br />colbert wrap rage episode<br />simon fontana<br />those word (#1 result if you search at Naver for that!)<br />appear (Same as above!)<br />generic blog posts<br />#1 - MSN, #4 - YouTube, #49 - AdultFriendFinder, #145 NYTimes (Soso search engine #1)<br />msn 220 youtube 196 visits<br />Jones intelligent design<br />centrist politics president<br />one interesting fact that happened on may 17<br />patanela<br />swallowed listerine accident<br />patanela dvd<br />turkey -christmas -thanksgiving -meal -lunc<br />usyd blogspot easthills boys<br />landmarks/tourist,spots of england<br />http://www.christianchapel.net/robsCMS/read.php?id=45 - AND french<br />swallowed listerine<br />adultfriendfinder singapore banned<br />hoax "account officer of my deceased client"<br />what kind of commison should i pay to rent a home<br />Lenny Veltman<br />wharfie 1 vs 100 rich list<br />leading up (Naver search engine)<br />CITYRAIL (Naver search engine)<br />monitors displaying next train sydney cityrail station<br />henri penn<br />honi soit socialist alternative<br />leading up to<br />yahoo7.com/the rich list<br />bears beets battlestar galactica explanation<br />aeneid desktop background<br />"station lockers" 9/11<br />10 interesting facts about uae<br />donnie darko information interesting facts<br />song deus vult<br />total war deus lo vult<br /><br />Anyone who has regularly read this blog could probably identify actual posts that the results would have led to. All of the above were copied from the search field, so <span style="font-style: italic;">those</span> spelling problems aren't mine.<br /><br />Next post will be about how much I loathe and hate Telstra. Obviously I've got my phone line back, but it looks like they are going to have to come <span style="font-style: italic;">back</span> out to fix whatever they didn't fix this time.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thomas</span>.Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13948719686426093168noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27405659.post-17595931077042272442007-06-09T11:49:00.000+10:002007-06-09T12:12:28.315+10:00Only Sydney University would be so ... pretentious?<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facilities.usyd.edu.au/webcam/law1">Example 1</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facilities.usyd.edu.au/webcam/law2">Example 2</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facilities.usyd.edu.au/webcam/law3">Example 3</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facilities.usyd.edu.au/webcam/usyd1">Example 4</a><br /><br />They have webcams overlooking their construction sites for the oh-so many inquisitive minds that are actually interested in the Campus 2010 project. Or is it 2015 now? It certainly isn't 2010 with the progress being made.<br /><br />The latest photos aren't exactly great examples, because it is teaming down with rain today. It's been raining so much I'm half expecting to see Noah sail by the second story window here. Crazy weather huh? I guess it means that with so many other people having power and phone problems, my loss of landline and Internet connection doesn't rank high with Telstra (yes, I've lost Internet access once again, with one last assessment and exams coming up).<br /><br />Anyway, back to the construction works at Sydney. They started in '05 I believe (I know that for my first year the giant hole in the ground used to be a little park) and have been going since - that means digging a massive hole, concreting the sides, and now they are putting scaffolding up. Eventually the building that is the final product will be the world's biggest glass house. I don't expect it to last long with all the 'stone throwing' that will inevitably happen. This is Sydney Uni after all. Whether it's the lecturers saying something outrageous or some student body meeting about saving the world and hating capitalism, only to then go and indulge in some form of capitalism themselves. Idiots.<br /><br />If things do get finished by 2010, that means that upon my (supposed) graduation, the place will finally be finished. Which isn't necessarily a bad thing - it's quite an enjoyable distraction watching unionised workers mill around from Fisher, knowing that even in my second year of a degree I'm more educated and, thus, far above them. And that's not just because I'm looking ten plus stories down at them.<br /><br /><em>Thomas</em>.Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13948719686426093168noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27405659.post-88384801498135158012007-06-04T15:09:00.000+10:002007-06-04T16:39:41.428+10:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1RAdTn-RiJ4Quj-AmWPCK2QtXVYuf886NOP9NNh6MQDgdoq7Ed7EAWE2L3NA-ou6auzWG68y0kN113nx4XwN1IAI7hht8n9hjCvWW-TLLRgMzvUnsrXbTskR1rASy94SeXunSAw/s1600-h/hiltonbarakedwards_wideweb__470x386,0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1RAdTn-RiJ4Quj-AmWPCK2QtXVYuf886NOP9NNh6MQDgdoq7Ed7EAWE2L3NA-ou6auzWG68y0kN113nx4XwN1IAI7hht8n9hjCvWW-TLLRgMzvUnsrXbTskR1rASy94SeXunSAw/s320/hiltonbarakedwards_wideweb__470x386,0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072093781160373090" border="0" /></a><br />With such big hitters as Obama, Clinton and Edwards leading the charge for the Democrat's presidential position, it was really a count down until they started <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> getting into it. At the latest Democratic debate (only the second televised), at St. Anselm College in New Hampshire (of course), between <span style="font-style: italic;">all </span>of the Democrats in the running, it was a chance for everyone to tackle the election-deciding issue of Iraq. Keeping tabs on the big three about Iraq would appear to be simple: Democrats don't want the war, thus they would all oppose it. Then everyone remembers that a heck of a lot of them voted <span style="font-style: italic;">for</span> the use of military force in Iraq. That includes Hilary and Edwards, who voted for the Iraq Resolution as Senate members.<br /><br />And here's where Barrack Obama has the advantage among Democratic voters and anti-war Republicans - he opposed the war from the get-go, back when he was a member of the Illinois Senate in '02. And Obama continued to do so; most vocally in his keynote address of the '04 Democratic National Convention. At the same time, it was this speech that speared him towards voter popularity and, eventually, his presidential campaign.<br /><br />Edwards tried to take soft shots at all his competitors for the Democratic vote by saying they weren't "leaders" in opposing the Iraq war, to which Obama had the most effective reply to the Senator:<br /><br /><blockquote>“The fact is that I opposed this war from the start. So you’re about four and a half years late on leadership on this issue.”</blockquote><br />How more effective could you say 'I told you so' than that? And it was worded in a way so as to not sound pompous or rude, but that it was God's honest truth. And it is. Edwards should have taken a page from Clinton's play-book here and tried to skirt the issue. Instead, he allowed Obama to, for the debate (and the rest of the race if he keeps up with such rhetoric) to take the charge and the "leadership" role in the anti-war camp. Bad move for Edwards, great opportunity for Obama. Clinton, using her smarts, decided not to point out internal <span style="font-style: italic;">candidate's</span> differences, but looked to the wider, future presidential-context, setting:<br /><br /><blockquote>“This is George Bush’s war. And what we are trying to do, whether it’s by speaking out from the outside or working and casting votes that actually make a difference from the inside, we are trying to end the war.”</blockquote><br />Of course, Edwards' plan was to try and steal votes from his much more popular and much more 'able' opponents:<br /><br /><blockquote>“There are differences between us. And I think Democratic voters deserve to know the differences between us. I think there is a difference between making very clear when the crucial moment comes, on Congress ending this war, what your position is, and standing quiet.”</blockquote><br />Good idea, if you're from the Obama school, and <span style="font-style: italic;">not </span>if you voted to get the war going. Of course, if Clinton or Edwards get up with the primaries, then there's going to have to be a whole lot of dancing lessons taken, or at least excuses thought up as to why they, in fact, voted for the war in the first place, if all they are going to do now is act the 'hypocrite' (Republican's word, not mine) and say that the war is no good.<br /><br />Of course, that tactic should be avoided at all costs while they are running the primaries. Obama will always hold the trump card in that debate, with Clinton refusing to repudiate her Iraq vote <span style="font-style: italic;">and</span> saying that if she knew then what she knows now, she would change her vote. Funnily enough, she may have know enough then <span style="font-style: italic;">to</span> vote differently. Senator Bob Graham of Florida, who at the time was the chairman of the Intelligence Committee, voted against the Iraq Resolution in 2002 citing the National Intelligence Estimate on Iraq as a reason for his vote. Now, is Senator Clinton telling us that she <span style="font-style: italic;">didn't </span>read the Estimate or that she was <span style="font-style: italic;">wrong</span>, in which case she could be wrong about a great many other things (Republican words, not mine)? And then the Obama camp could march out and say that he opposed it, and she didn't, and that he was right <span style="font-style: italic;">all along</span>, and therefore you should vote for Obama.<br /><br />And let's be frank: Edwards doesn't stand a chance against these two. If the centrist Obama doesn't win the primaries, Miss Popular Clinton will. Unfortunately, as good as Edwards would be, it's my belief that Obama (who I would like to see slightly (and only slightly) more as president than Edwards) or Clinton (who I don't want to see as president, and that's not a fear of femininity) are a shoe-in already, and the leading chance to become president come the race. Of course, it probably wouldn't hurt either candidate's chances to try and secure Edwards as VP. Of course, he's already been there once and a half times (Gore had him on the very short list reportedly), so he might just say no, or the candidates may view him as vote-costing (as he lost the Kerry/Edwards election quite comprehensively).<br /><br />So, in their blogger's opinion, it's still a two horse race, and on the issue of Iraq, it's still my opinion that Obama is a shoe-in. Of course, there was more discussed at the debate than Iraq, but everyone touts (and I believe) that it's probably the biggest issue (unless something comes up between now and then) that the Democrats have to face, as well as the Republicans. The Republicans have to stand up against their party's want to go to war and how they voted (which, if they voted against, is likely to cost them more votes than if they voted for). The Democrats have to convince the people that they oppose the Iraq war for the <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">righ</span>t</span> reasons and have another, successful, course of action. And on that last point, Obama has Hilary by a mile. And, in the face of Edward's back-handed slap, Obama not only replied in the most effective way, but was a cool as a cucumber so as to no appear a show-off:<br /><br /><blockquote>"And, you know, I think it's important not to play politics on something that is as critical and as difficult as this."</blockquote><br />What a suave SOB. And all he needs to do is reply in exactly the same fashion against anything Hilary might have to say about the issue, and he is a lock. And that's the part Obama has played, and will continue to play, within his party: he's a uniter. Being of the centre, he brings together the left and the right of his party, and then some of the left from the Republicans. He doesn't go around promoting communism or other left-wing extremist views, but nor does he cross over into the traditionally red area. When Wolf Blitzer asked the question (where a blue-red candidate would have a field day answering it) if English should be the official language of the United States, he replied with another cool, calculated response:<br /><br /><blockquote>"When we get distracted by those kinds of questions, I think we do a disservice to the American people."</blockquote><br />And that's shutting down Fox's Blitzer with a single sentence, while also ensuring that his views on a whole range of issues are moderate enough that the far from extreme right voters and the left voters all can rally together under. Which is exactly why Obama would win the presidential race. The only issue is: beat out the other candidates for the primaries. It's a tougher battle there than for the White House this time around. And it's only because of Clinton's popularity.<br /><br />When it comes down to policies deciding votes, then things will get interesting. While people say Obama's inexperience is a bad thing, I tend to disagree. It's a chance to shape his policies in an election-winning way. Clinton has to deal with her Iraq Resolution vote, her extreme left opinions on some issues and policies that she has talk about that may not be popular on the right side of politics (and mean that she can't steal any votes). Edwards the exact same. But now, Obama gets to talk about his <span style="font-style: italic;">first </span>detailed economic policies, his <span style="font-style: italic;">first</span> detailed immigration policies, his <span style="font-style: italic;">first</span> detailed health care policies. First first first. And if he has a good team behind him, then they shouldn't be a problem. And, being the centrist that he is, he can make different types of policies that the left-left Clinton and the left Edwards can't, and will secure more votes that way than if he tailored his campaign and presidency to securing the extreme left.<br /><br />The only first, though, that is <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> important, is winning the primaries, then going onto the White House.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thomas</span>.<br /><br />P.S. Just when you thought it was safe to go back int the water ...<br /><br />I know it has been a while since I did a political post, and before my McCain rip, even longer. But I enjoy them more than most other posts (behind probably movies, T.V. and holidays), so I'm probably going to do a fair few this month with all the free time I have. They seem to take a little longer, having to cross-check and find quotes etc.Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13948719686426093168noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27405659.post-87334020316208781352007-06-01T17:07:00.000+10:002007-06-01T18:36:26.329+10:00We have a dog. A family dog. <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/DSC01079.jpg">This</a> is her. And <a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n215/theportmaniac/DSC01077.jpg">this</a>. We like our dog. The photos were taken yesterday, out of sheer boredom.<br /><br />Her name is Rosie. Her name comes from The Lord of the Rings books (Rosie Cotton), as have all of our pet's names, other than Sally, who was our cat for twenty years. She is eight years old I think, and turning nine in August. She recently had a haircut.<br /><br />That is all.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thomas</span>.Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13948719686426093168noreply@blogger.com0