Friday, April 24, 2015

LJD'S WEEKLY CATCH UP:Tony Abbott, Jeremy Clarkson, Ben Affleck and Sam Smith. Quite an eclectic mix this week.

Australian Prime Minister, Tony Abbott, came under attack this week after sculling a beer. Too many are claiming it endorses binge drinking and alcoholism. Even though Tony drank the one beer, doesn’t binge on alcohol, isn’t an alcoholic, he was still told he should have been a teetotaller and said no.

One wowser in particular, Cold Chisel’s resident ex-alcoholic lead singer Jimmy Barnes’s illegitimate son, TV host, David Campbell, who gave up alcohol himself last year, became one angry little pissant on an arrogant little high horse on The Today show when the Mixed Grill was in session. 

Asked for their opinions, David, Today newsreader Sylvia Jefferies and TV host, Natalie Ahmat were all asked what they thought about it. David became the angry little twat who so gallantly climbed his high horse and spewed garbage to all and sundry. Poor Sylvia was trying to keep it together beside him and David did not get off lightly on social media, with many calling him a hypocrite as he used to be a drinker himself.

Hell, my mother could scull a beer in summer and has done so. Does that make her, or I, who drinks shandis in summer, an alcoholic? Come say that shit to my face David Campbell and you’ll soon see what I think of you.

Drinkers are no worse than dieters. Just because you chose to change your life and what you eat and drink doesn’t give you the right to turn around and ridicule, insult, demean and criticise those who don’t eat or drink the same think you do, so fuck off and get on with your own life.

As for Tony, he’s quite entitled to scull a drink of his choosing, it was hardly a publicity stunt, “oh, someone’s filming it on their iPhone, yeah, I better scull it,” and anyone saying so is a dick!

Jeremy Clarkson has come out and claimed that he wasn’t performing at his best the day he punched out a producer on Top Gear. After a hard day, hard week, hard life etc, Clarkson has told the world that he had gotten a cancer scare from his doctor who claimed the lump in his mouth looked like cancer and he should go and get it checked out. 

Never mind the fact that lump could have just been his fat tongue that loves to whip acidic barbs at people (regardless of the fact many are funny), but as Clarkson said, there wasn’t time to go and see a specialist because the show came first.

Quite frankly, if I was told I had cancer and needed to get it checked out a.s.a.p I’d just go and tell the producers to fuck themselves if they complained. A person’s health and well-being is more important than a fucking show.

Next up we have Ben Affleck, whose a million year ago biology has been revealed in a Sony hacking email this week. It seems that Ben’s great ancestor was a slave owner. The PBS show, Finding Your Roots discovered that but when Ben found out he said no way José to that fact being on the show and demanded it be removed from the footage. When the show’s host, Henry Louis Gates Jr emailed Sony’s chief about the demands he was told to “take it out if no one knows”.

In the end the show “focused on what we felt were the most interesting aspects of his ancestry — including a Revolutionary War ancestor, a 3rd great-grandfather who was an occult enthusiast and his mother, who marched for Civil Rights during the Freedom Summer of 1964.”

Yeah, that info about his 3rd great grandfather being an occultist was okay!!!!

Seriously? Has the world not revolved enough for people to go, “that was 100/200 years ago and has absolutely nothing to do with me or my family now. It’s history, not present.”

Seriously people, pull your god damn heads out. I have German blood and for all I know in my ancestors history there’s a Jew killing Nazi. I don’t care. I seriously don’t. I cannot go back, I cannot change it, it is not relevant to my life here and now.

Get the fuck over it and god I hope the Batman Superman movie is halfway decent.

Last but not least, Sam Smith did a recent interview on our 60 Minutes and said that being called fat was worse than being called a faggot. In fact, he doesn’t care about being called a faggot. He talks about it in the video from 7:30.

Two things about this.

1 - In England, there is also a meatball called a faggot so there could be confusion as to whether the name calling was about him being a faggot cause he’s gay, or because they thought he was fat like a meatball.

2 - I’m over “fat shaming”.

It seems fat shaming is the new thing to accuse people of. As far as I remember Sam was not overly fat. He’s tall so he could pull it off, and having testosterone means he could burn it off faster anyway. Now he’s slimmer. Big deal.

However, Sam has more of an issue and was more upset at being called fat.

Hell, I was called a slut at school, it made me angry and sad at the time and just pisses me off now but I wouldn’t bother wasting time worrying about what others think of you. They suck, anyway. 

That's the Catch Up for this week folks, tomorrow is Anzac Day, lest we forget.

Friday, April 17, 2015

LJD'S WEEKLY CATCH UP: Daredevil debuted, Stalker came to Australia, NCIS New Orleans and disaster movies from the 70s.

This week has provided much fun in finding old time US made for tv movies from the 70s, many from 74 the year I was born. It also brought up a few issues about tv shows and the way they treat female characters. Here's how it is...

NCIS New Orleans - I was watching our current ep the other night where Brody’s ex fiancée was back in town and all anyone could do was ask questions and try and get info out of her. I know these people work together and sometimes play together but they do have separate lives. Why is their personal life always everybody else’s business? I don’t recall, so far, LaSalle talking much about his exes or personal life unless necessary, but as with all shows, the males need to dominate the females and pry into personal lives.

Of course Brody jumping back in bed with her ex was tacky and pathetic, especially since she was seeing a doctor. Real cheap and tarty that is. See someone and then jump back in bed with your ex. Blech.

Stalker came to Australia this week with its first ep première and the first thing I noticed is the lead female chick running around in stupid shoes and a low cut top so her saggy boney chest was flapping everywhere.

I remember talking about this years ago when CSI New York was on and Stella Bonasera was wearing the same type of outfit. Real cops don’t dress like that yet I suppose directors and producers want to sex up their female characters a bit so “real life” goes out the window.

Personally, I think it’s tacky. I don’t want to see any tits flapping around and am always waiting for their stupid heels to break.

Daredevil was released to Netflix this week with all 13 episodes flooding the world. I binge watched, as I’m sure so many did, and while it’s a fairly good show, I really didn’t get into it. Clearly Matt has skills, but he and Foggy seem way too young to be attorneys at law. And Matt’s blindness is barely noticed by everyone else. It’s like he’s not blind at all to them.

As for Vincent D’Onofrio, I didn’t recognise him at first even though his name is in the credits. Big, fat and bald. I’m surprised over 13 eps, possibly 13 days or 13 weeks in “show time”, he hooks up with the art gallery chick and suddenly they’re engaged by the end when he’s being arrested.

And of course the season final had to have Matt in his brand new suit tracking down Fisk. Why the hell didn’t the FBI realise they may have been hijacked? The guy’s a rich mobster type for God’s sake.

Then came the richly quirky and weird made for tv movies from the 70s, many from 74, the year I was born.

First off, Where Have all the People Gone? 1974, with Mission Impossible's Peter Graves, and also featuring George O'Hanlon Jr who starred in an episode of the 70s tv show of Nancy Drew as her boyfriend, Ned Nickerson. It's about solar flares followed by earthquakes that obliterated everyone who looked at the flare or was above ground. Very end of the world-ish.

Then came The Day The Earth Moved, 1974, with Jackie Cooper about a small town flattened by an earthquake almost while the townsfolk stood around and stupidly watched.

Third came Meteor, 1979, with Sean Connery, already looking quite grey and old in the 70s, Natalie Wood, Brian Keith and many more. A meteor destroys New York and they're all underground in their bunker, only to have it destroyed and they need to get out through the fast imploding and flooding subway to get to the world above.

Next came Heatwave, 1974, a stupid movie about Americans sweltering through high temps and running out of fuel. Blah

Then there was A Short Walk to Daylight, 1973, featuring James Brolin who was damn good looking back in his youth. 

An earthquake hits New York on a Sunday morning and the subway is obliterated and the only passengers left, including a druggie and his high pitched screaming girlfriend who I just wanted to die, need to find their way up to daylight. Two people, the druggie and the black conductor, both die by the end.

Sylvester Stallone's movie, Daylight, was the same movie, just based in the tunnel instead of the subway.

While watching this movie I thought I was watching Christian Bale. Apparently I'm not the only one to notice the blazingly similar looks both men share. Wonder if there's some DNA going on that they don't know about.

I found the pic on The Secret Vortex who did a review of the movie, so head on over and check it out.

That's my week. I have a tonne more movies to do reviews on as I'm just watching movie after movie after movie and am ADDICTED to disaster movies.

What old time or disaster flicks have you guys watched lately?

Friday, April 10, 2015

LJD'S WEEKLY CATCH UP: I'm fat from bunnies, Pince Harry is in town and The Walking Dead spoof movie.

Ugh! So many chocolate rabbits and chocolate chip hot cross buns have entered my stomach over the last week and a bit and I am stuffed.

Prince Harry came to Aus this week to send his military career off with a bang and defend the country for a while. He also said that "selfies are bad”.

“No, I hate selfies,” the Prince told one young girl when she begged for a pic with him. “Seriously, you need to get out of it. I know you’re young, but selfies are bad.”

His remarks were met with laughter causing the Prince to face the girl again, smiling as he insisted: “Just take a normal photograph.”

The Easter break also gave me time to watch a tonne of movies, mostly Russell Crowe's (more in future weeks), a tonne of disaster flicks and a spoof of The Walking Dead's first two seasons called, The Walking Deceased.

The Walking Deceased: When a police officer wakes up in a hospital to find out he is in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, he will do anything to find his family, even sacrifice social media. 




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