Let's just say that there is a certain plot twist (common to these kinds of films) that twists my instestines and various tubes below. At that point all I wish for is death - death to myself or to the young lovers on the screen.
Um...I don't think so. The film is based on a book by Hans Reusch who published the book in 1957. Anyways what I know is the major focus is not the love portion but the history of the warring Arab states over the 1930s oil boom. Looks good, but I'm rather disgusted to see they couldn't make top billing be doled to people of actual middle eastern descent. An Italian and a Spaniard? Close enough! At least they have an Algerian and Indian actress to sort of show some people more closely associated with the region.
Whale Rider is an amazing film. I was also pleased with 2005's The New World which starred Colin Farrell and Q'orianka Kilcher, a woman of Quechua-Huachipaeri descent. To be completely correct they should have used someone of Powhatan descent but it was flabbergasting that they actually used an American Indian at all. When Memoirs of a Geisha came out, there was an uproar about the choice of three Chinese actresses to play top billing in a film about Japanese women. The theory is that it's marginally close enough. Still, I would much prefer these close enoughs to the traditional role of white people playing black/red/yellow/brown face. There are hundreds of examples of this and it's maddening considering the large amount of international films with tons of perfectly good actors of the descent of character. I just feel, if you're going to build a film and a story in another culture and geographic region, you should honor the reality of the story by actually embracing the characters' ethnic identity. But Hollywood only cares about getting the A-list in their films on the pretense that the A-list make the most money. "So who gives a fuck if Antonio Banderas is a white Spaniard. He can be a Arab with some bronzer. He has an accent anyways. All accents sound the same. Hyuck hyuck hyuck."
I forever stand vigilant to protect this planet from the myriad of forces that are always against us. Be it the octopus, zombies, aliens or the robots my team of human agents, and our feline allies, circle the globe in a never ending struggle for human freedom.
I learn all I can on every subject that interests me. I especially enjoy ancient history because in the past there are valuable lessons to be found. Also, if I ever get my time machine to work properly, it would be good to know a bit about possible destinations and what to expect when I get there.
I greatly appreciate beautiful design. Be it manufactured or found naturally I am fascinated by the process of invention. I am attracted to the unique, the strange, the haunted. I like to share what I find on this blog.
And not let us forget the 'Cephalopod Menace' who, if allowed to, would wrap their tentacles around all that is good and pure in this life and crush it until it remained no more. They are creatures of pure spite. Hate is all they know. Death is all they do. They are our most ruthless and determined enemy.
So we fight. Selena has the celebrity contacts, the cat is ruthless and without pity, Roosevelt's ghost has the experience and I do the wetwork.
Fighting for the future of the planet doesn't have to be a chore, however. We can take the time to appreciate all that is cool in this world even as we cut the octopus into bite sized chunks.
This is the reason there has always been and must forever be, a Cave of Cool. Be sure to wipe your feet before you enter.
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Because you've been around the cinema a time or two? :-)
Pearl
Let's just say that there is a certain plot twist (common to these kinds of films) that twists my instestines and various tubes below. At that point all I wish for is death - death to myself or to the young lovers on the screen.
Um...I don't think so. The film is based on a book by Hans Reusch who published the book in 1957. Anyways what I know is the major focus is not the love portion but the history of the warring Arab states over the 1930s oil boom. Looks good, but I'm rather disgusted to see they couldn't make top billing be doled to people of actual middle eastern descent. An Italian and a Spaniard? Close enough! At least they have an Algerian and Indian actress to sort of show some people more closely associated with the region.
If I understand your reasoning then you are also against the 1000 Inuit they hired to play Bedouins.
I'm against the old Hollywood trope of white people playing other races.
Especially when I think of great movies with native casts like 'Whale Rider' that I just watched this week.
Whale Rider is an amazing film. I was also pleased with 2005's The New World which starred Colin Farrell and Q'orianka Kilcher, a woman of Quechua-Huachipaeri descent. To be completely correct they should have used someone of Powhatan descent but it was flabbergasting that they actually used an American Indian at all.
When Memoirs of a Geisha came out, there was an uproar about the choice of three Chinese actresses to play top billing in a film about Japanese women.
The theory is that it's marginally close enough. Still, I would much prefer these close enoughs to the traditional role of white people playing black/red/yellow/brown face. There are hundreds of examples of this and it's maddening considering the large amount of international films with tons of perfectly good actors of the descent of character.
I just feel, if you're going to build a film and a story in another culture and geographic region, you should honor the reality of the story by actually embracing the characters' ethnic identity. But Hollywood only cares about getting the A-list in their films on the pretense that the A-list make the most money. "So who gives a fuck if Antonio Banderas is a white Spaniard. He can be a Arab with some bronzer. He has an accent anyways. All accents sound the same. Hyuck hyuck hyuck."
Well except for Canadians. We have no accents. We all just sound like music to anyone who hears our voices. It's really quite magical.
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