Obligatory Christmas Rot.

Well, time for me to peek back into my little island in this wide open space. Hello everyone!

A friend of mine recently asked everyone to keep in contact, and I thought: Well, I may not have as good a on-screen presence as he does, but I've been told my writing often seems enjoyable, so I'm lucky there.

Anyway, as I have just had lunch, I thought I'd talk about a few things.

The first is obviousy Christmas. Yay Christmas! Yay presents!

Although everyone might be interested to know that both my birthday present AND my Christmas present have already been recieved, and were in the form of my trip to Argentina. Whee!

In spite of this, my parents once again flabbergasted me with thier generousity and gave me a GINGER-BEER BREWING KIT. I cannot stress how bad, but yet so good this idea is.

All that kind of stuff aside, I will say something about Christmas itself. Apart from being the Holiday of Stress, Christmas has come to mean something completely different from it's original status as a religeous festival. Christmas is not a multicultural phenominon; Screw Jesus, let's all be generous, love each other and give each other presents!

In some quiet way, this gives me a little bit of hope for the seemingly decadent Human Race...

...Aaaand then we come to Avatar.

This depresses me in many ways. I'm not saying Avatar was an awful movie - quite the opposite. Avatar was brilliantly shown, beutifully written and extremely well crafted. It was all icing on a very small cake (The actual story was terribly chichéd and unsatisfying), but it was still worth four stars.

What irritates me here, the same thing that irritated me about Twilight, is that people seem to be treating it as the peak of modern cinema! Well, no, it's not! I can name two movies right now that I found more enjoyable than Avatar:

UP

Slumdog Millionaire

... And yet there was nowhere near the fuss that was made about Avatar.

Don't get me wrong. Avatar was great; Four stars.

Up, however, gets 4.5, and S M gets 5.

I have a feeling, however, that there is a reason for this.

What REALLY takes the cheese is that 9, which looks to be a completely awesome, stylish and interesting movie, looks like it won't even be shown in Launceston, while blatant money-grabbing crap like New Moon gets extended screenings! What the fuck?

*Sigh*

Oh well, better luck next time for the Critics and Intellectuals, eh?

Fortune, Favors and misspellings,

~James Brown