Posts from 13th July 2004

Jul 04


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CSI totally proves my Grand Theory of Media (which is viz = that if you omit engagement with [whatever] from the appropriate forum, then it simply re-merges, return-of-the-repressed styleee, elsewhere, in some unpoliced or disconsidered region)

so it’s not eg seymour hersh but Horatio who breaks the bush’s-torture-gulag story, like oh my deah! it’s this season’s colombian-druglord-villain-stereotype! —> the kids who rape and kill in this ep (first aired summer 2003!!) are the sons of a central american military dictator: they have expedited diplomatic immunity purely bcz the dictator is providing the outsourced “interrogation” of “terrorists seized in baghdad” —> the Govt Figure who tries to shut honest Horatio down is target for H’s *maximal* contemptuous sneer, and (if you can imagine this) is EVEN MORE DISLIKEABLE THAN mr caine

(sadly i missed the end bcz visitors arrived but it DOESN’T MATTER bcz endings are a disguise anyway, the important point is made: it’s ok for this little gem of a critique of war-on-terror misconduct to become a throwaway entertainment meme)

Further to Matt’s tale of wine temperature

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Further to Matt’s tale of wine temperature

I found this on the usually excellent egullet, it seems that the ideal room temperature is a little chillier than the average UK or US house (which is about 22C iirc).

FT Top 100 Films 64: MY FAIR LADY

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FT Top 100 Films

Mo’ puns. Very few people get the “My Fair Lady” / “Mayfair Lady” joke implied by the title as Eliza Doolittle would pronounce it. Perhaps they shouldn’t, since the adaptation from Pygmalion reduces much of the class complexities of Shaw’s original to a binary of working/upper middle class. Certainly not the first play you would think of to adapt, with its uncomfortable teacher/student, old man/young woman platonic romance. In turns patronising, creepy and condescending, My Fair Lady has all of Pygmalion’s fault, and staples some of the best show tunes ever written to its carcass.

“I have often walked, down these streets before
But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before”

As songs about falling arse over tit go, this cannot be bettered. The films songs do pick up some of the rarest feelings of being in love. I Could Have Danced All Night, is all delicacy, frippery, fancy. But then place this next to a song spiteful as Just You Wait, or as high concept as The Rain In Spain. Love, spite and hate all in one package.

Perhaps Audrey Hepburn was too posh an Eliza Doolittle. Amazing that actresses never seem to be able to pull off both eras of Eliza, when the only transformation is in the voice. But in a musical like this her delicacy works well, especially in the Ascot scene where her blood-curdling cry for the horse plays tremendously against type. Rex Harrison on the other hand fits the role of pompous ass so well one would think he was one in real life (and one would be right). But if it is entertainment you are after, real, high class song and dance numbers go straight for the Mayfair Lady.

She invented a whole class of her own you know.


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Trig Brother Gets Evil.

The 31st July, London’s trendy and no longer sleezy Soho, plays host to TRIG BROTHER 4. Is it a pub crawl. Is it a game show. Is it a blatent popularity contest (no – if you see whose won it in the past). One thing it certainly is, top hole fun.

We need 12 contestants brave enough to face the all new Trig Brother Organisers who have stated that this year they are going to be evil. And that Channel Four stole this idea off of them. Drinking, talking, laughing and being voted off are all parts of the fun you can have in this annual contest of brains, wit and bouze.

More deatils will be winging soon to a Publog near you, but first come first served on the contestant front* so sign up in the comments box if you want to play.

Trig Brother: You’ve Got To Be In It, To Understand The Humilation Of Coming Last Like What I Did Last Year.

* Priority will be given to those who have not played/done well before.


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In Blogger you have two names – your ‘display name’ and your ‘first’ and ‘last’ name. On Freaky Trigger the ‘display name’ appears on the RSS feed (i.e. on the front page) and the first/last name appears at the bottom of posts. This is why the post below by new contributor Lou Dann is credited to her on the front but not on the actual entry.

We’re mentioning this to make sure you all have these fields filled in so your LEGION OF FANS can identify which posts are by you quicker. They don’t have to be the same or anything though.

*of course we have put this urgent announcement on our least-read blog such is our devotion to being on-topic.

In this seasonal travel period

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In this seasonal travel period I thought I would share with you the ins and outs (quite literally in my case) of motion or travel sickness.
The trad view of motion sickness is that it occurs where the brain receives conflicting messages from the visual and vesitbular (balance) centres, however, proprioceptive stimuli (from muscles, the skin etc) also play a role. For instance, your body detects that you are moving through space via your inner ear balance centres or through skin and muscle stimuli. However, your eyes deny this as you are quite happy staring at your book or whatever in-flight film BA have deemed is fun and family viewing this summer (and I hope for your sake it’s not rush hour 2 as it was on my last long haul flight). Thus, there is a conflict of sensations. This brings on nausea, sweating and when severe, vomiting. Why the body should be designed or even evolve this response which occurs in at least 50% of the population and 100% of sea passengers on a really rough voyage, I cannot fathom.

Some interesting facts worth noting are that the degree of sickness is directly related to the degree of heave (wonderfully appropriate). Heave is the up-down motion, joyfully experienced by children going over a hump-backed bridge. Incidentally, this complex system of feedback and mismatched sensations does not afflict toddlers, only kicking in when children are around 4 years, whereupon it peaks and settles down to a nominal rate. Unfortunately this inevitably ties into the time when most kids are eating solids and can quite happily empty their stomach contents all over their immediate surroundings without any of the later angst or embarrassment associated with early adulthood.

Apparently a ‘heave’ every 5 seconds or so will have even the most seasoned traveller reaching for the paper bag. More annoying is that actual, real heave is not necessary to produce symptoms, mere visual simulation of rapid movement is enough. In some cases pure visual simulation of movement conflicting with a balance message of definitely-sitting-still-in-this-chair will more effectively produce motion sickness than actual movement. Another interesting thing is that if the heave is faster, a quick up and down, it doesn’t have the same effect and this is apparently why you can get sea-sick on a camel but not on a horse. I could have strayed here into other up-down territory but stayed mercifully on track.

My own personal experience of this delightful evolutionary quirk is quite varied, from the obvious; boats, cars, planes to the less obvious; gym treadmill, microfiche reader, Blair Witch film at cinema. So I am up for learning about prevention. Of which there is little – look at the horizon. However, working from what I have now learnt surely the following would be worth a try; leaping up and down or at least throwing the head from side to side whilst playing computer games, flicking through microscope slides, or watching panoramic movies.

Or of course you could buy one of those over the counter remedies at a chemist that apparently work quite well.

I remember once being told that looking at anything green helps. This did indeed work vaguely for my friend in the back of a black cab. She was so confused by my demand to name and visualise apples that it prevented her from being sick until we reached the safety of her front door. One to bear in mind perhaps.

Girls I do adore:

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Girls I do adore: General feeling* seems to be that The Prodigy have pulled it off and that “Girls” has them back on firing form. A few radio encounters in I’m not convinced. It’s not a bad record, let alone an awful one, but I’m a little suspicious that it’s only fondness elevating “Girls” from mess into masterpiece. After all, if you ignore “Baby’s Got A Temper” the Prodigy are one of the great singles bands, absolute masters at taking a style of dance music and wringing maximum pop potential out of it with barely a compromise needed. (They got more and more defensive about this as they went on and I think that told against them, but maybe that was just the interviews.)

“Girls” doesn’t disgrace that track record but I don’t think it really adds to it. It feels weirdly disconnected from the rest of the popscape, whereas the band always used to sound like a plugged-in, amped-up version of what ‘dance music’ was up to. Sounding like Stakker Humanoid doesn’t help the sense of dislocation. I’m quite prepared to imagine that by the time I’ve heard it properly a half-dozen times “Girls” will have resolved itself into fabulousness, so don’t take this as my final word. But my penultimate word is definitely “hmmmmm”.

*sources: workmates, weblogs

I watched four films

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I watched four films in the course of a sickie yesterday, so I’m not about to hand in my cinephile badge and gun, but the six-bleedin’-hour-long ‘Best of Youth’ has defeated my scheduling. I just can’t find two evenings in one week to do it in. And comparisons with Bertolucci’s disastrous ’1900′ aren’t going to persuade me to consider another ‘duvet day’.

The ‘film’ was made as a mini-series in Italy, so here’s the rub: why, if they can show ‘Das Boot’ every year without fail, can this not be slipped out on BBC2 over a few weeks?

The Story Of The Weeping Camel

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The Story Of The Weeping Camel: well the certificate was correct. There was indeed a scene of an animal giving birth. Which was, and I don’t think I am spoiling this for anyone, a camel. However the weeping is a bit of a misnomer, as with the sandstorms in the Gobi Desert it appears that all the camels have a bit of a cry every now and then. And good luck to them, considering they wander around with chopsticks rammed up their noses.

Forget the argument about its place as a scripted or ethnographic film. This is a fairy tale good and proper. Stuffed to the gills with cutesy animals, and forigN folkways. Sweet as a nut in my opinion, though this was not necessarily the opinion of everyone in the cinema with me. Behind me I had the girl who seemed to be going for the world sneezing fit record, who managed to sneeze at minute intervals throughout the entire film. In front of me was a bloke who, after about twenty minutes, started playing solitaire on his PDA. The shiny screen distracted me to I asked him to put it away. He just tutted and moved. You would think it was raining outside or something. It was enough to make me cry, let alone the camel.

FLOYD CRAMER – “On The Rebound”

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#117, 20th May 1961

Cute country instrumental keeps Cramer’s high-grade piano work front-and-centre while throwing in enough variety to stave off boredom for two minutes – I particularly like the bass-and-handclaps breakdown at about 1’10”. Does its dancefloor job with slickness and vim, leaving no particular impression.