Why do Oscar-nominated films have to be so serious nowadays? This year’s slate of nominees is one of the most dreadfully earnest in a long time. Good Night and Good Luck, Munich and Capote are all dead-serious historical dramas, while Brokeback Mountain was a political statement that reimagined the great American cowboy stereotype in light of the controversial observation that some men happen to be homosexual.
SMH blog 2006-8
I had a newsy blog on the Sydney Morning Herald website between 2006 and 2008.
While we’re paying tribute to John Howard, we mustn’t forget to give credit to the group who did more than anything to give the PM ten years in office – the Labor party. So to go with my list of John Howard’s ten greatest achievements of the last decade, here are the Opposition’s.
Everyone’s reminiscing about John Howard’s ten glorious years of dominating Australian politics. Well, everyone except unions, students, refugees, Muslims, inner-city intellectuals, non-home owners, the National Party and other fringe groups that no-one cares about. So get yourself relaxed and comfortable as we look back at ten of the Man of Steel’s greatest achievements.
Two trends define the Oscars – a burning desire to make superficial, hypocritical political statements (for which Halle Berry should be truly thankful) and the rewarding of actors who pull off an obvious transformation. This year, these two will combine, leading to a Brokeback Mountain sweep.
Wow. 62% of Australian men are overweight or obese, and 45% of women. Of course, if breakfast radio-style gender stereotypes hold, the true figure is significantly higher for men and significantly lower for women.
But overall, this depressing figure seems about right. And it is depressing, which is why I take issue with the SMH article‘s suggestion that we’re also getting “merrier”. I’m sorry, who exactly is happy about being a lardarse? What the survey found is that we’re drinking more – drinking to excess is 18%. But that doesn’t mean we’re “merry”. It probably means we’re getting pissed to numb the pain.
I would have thought this would be obvious, but here’s a cautionary tale for you all. Do not film yourself having sex. And do not allow anyone else to film you having sex. The rule applies particularly strongly if you’re a celebrity. But if you aren’t, the discovery of the tape could lead to you becoming the next Paris Hilton overnight.
I don’t know what figure Seven paid for the Winter Olympics, but it was definitely too much. The IOC cleverly bundles the winter and summer rights, but if screening ice dancing in prime time is the price of broadcasting Beijing 2008, I’d have let Foxtel snap up the lot.
I’m not sure whether hell exists. But if it does, I know exactly what Satan and his dark minions make you do: watch daytime television.
Jean-Paul Sartre wrote that “hell is other people”. But if he’d wanted to be specific, he would surely have named the two nobodies who front Ten’s dull-as-dishwater new morning show, 9am.
Nice work with those comments about Muslims, Prime Minister. Just the thing we need to hear from our Prime Minister after Cronulla, the cartoons, and everything else. (Sure, the comments were old, but the refusal to dilute them isn’t.)
The man who feared Australia being swamped by Asians in the 1980s has decided to pick on another ethnic group as part of his tireless campaign to appeal to middle Australias uglier side the bedrock of his support for ten years. Although it does seem fitting that the comments were made in a book celebrating his highly successful decade of minority-bashing.
Hunting is barbaric. Pure and simple. It is an ugly relic of a departed empire, and has no place in modern society, like the practice of feeding Christians to the lions. (Although given the Christian rights actions at the moment over abortion, the lion-feed option is sometimes tempting.) And as for the accident well, Cheneys fellow hunter deserves minimal sympathy. Occupational or perhaps recreational hazard.
But I do feel enormous sympathy for the poor quail.