Hunger Games Viewer Review


It was a nice day today and I was feeling pretty good so I decided to break down and go to the movie theater for the first time in years to see Hunger Games. I never read the book(s) but I had a pretty good idea what to story line was gonna be.

I got to the multi-plex theater at 12:25 for 12:30 showing for the second showing of the day (sixth if you count four midnight premieres) and there was no line. My ticket cost $7.75 but the Diet Pepsi I bought at the concession counter as nearly as much. I had a choice between a small soda for $5.00 or a large (w/free refills) for $5.75. It turns out I didn’t need the refill. I didn’t want to take out a loan so I skipped the popcorn.

The theater I was in was about 10% full. The place is about 10 years old and has stadium seating and fold-down armrests with drink holders. I like stadium seating because you don’t have to worry about Shaq sitting in front of you and blocking your view. I hate packed theaters so I didn’t mind the emptiness.

They showed four or five previews. The new Chris Rock movie (What to Expect When You’re Expecting) and Snow White and the Huntsman both looked decent.

Finally the main feature began. It started kinda slow then picked up steam. I’m not gonna go into lots of detail about the plot. It was a pretty good movie but not a great one. I was expecting to be blown away but only got my hair ruffled. I might have liked it better if I had read the book.

It’s mostly a drama with a decent amount of action. The special effects are minimal and there isn’t much gore and no profanity, nudity or “adult situations”. It’s not a tear-jerker but emotional types might need one or two kleenexs. I’d say it’s more of a date movie than a chick flick. YMMV.

This is an open thread.


Freaky Friday rediscarnation

No Refunds

I have no idea why I always seems to find the weird stuff on Friday.
This is basically an update from on those Dutch Deathmobiles.

From Der Spiegel, an introduction to the very helpful Dr. Petra De Jong, director for Netherlands’ Right to Die-NL (NVVE) organization.

These are some of the reasons why de Jong has lobbied so hard to establish a euthanasia clinic. She recalls the case of a 28-year-old woman who had suffered from depression from an early age and had been in therapy for years. The woman asked her psychiatrist for help in ending her life, but he declined. She eventually pulled a plastic bag over her head and suffocated herself.

De Jong says the new clinic has also been created to fulfill the death wishes of individuals who are not terminally ill, as was the case with this woman. Of course, the doctor adds, the euthanasia clinic will evaluate each case on its own particular merits. During her career as a practicing physician, she has personally terminated the lives of 16 patients, adding that it has always been a difficult decision.

Assisted suicide that does not fall within euthanasia guidelines is still illegal in the Netherlands, but never fear, De Jong is on the case to change that!

The NVVE intends to continue fighting for the legalization of assisted suicide in the Netherlands. Thousands of people call the association’s office every year because they want to die and are looking for advice. NVVE staff members don’t try to talk any of them out of killing themselves. “It’s not our job,” de Jong says. “It would be paternalistic.”
Instead, the callers are provided with information on how to ensure that their suicide attempts succeed. Association members receive a password that allows them to access a list of death-inducing drugs on the NVVE website. However, these deadly substances are only available over-the-counter in other countries, such as neighboring Belgium.

I agree very much with the saying “Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem.” I bet we all do. Most of the time despair does actually fade if you wait it out, or when you find out that the despair is actually a side-effect or symptom of a treatable physical condition. That’s been my experience, anyway.

There are cases when I think euthanasia is a kindness.  I don’t know if I trust it not to be abused if it is legalized. Regardless, I definitely think assisted suicide outside the parameters of euthanasia is sociopathic.

 

It’s hard out there for a pimp


Remember that guy who got ACORN in trouble with his heavily edited undercover videos where he posed as a pimp? He’s back in the news again:

James O’Keefe’s Panty-Stealing ‘Rape Barn’ Sex Scandal

It’s a right-wing rabble-rouser showdown! Jazz-handed pimp impersonator James O’Keefe is at “#WAR” with a former Project Veritas colleague who is now blogging an O’Keefe tell-all involving stolen panties, drugged beers, a “rape barn,” “taped intimate moments,” a $20K pay-off, and barbs about “black welfare queens.” James O’Keefe has graduated from creepy seductions to a full-blown sex scandal.

Harvard grad student Nadia Naffe recently filed a criminal harassment complaint against James. Citing insufficient evidence, a judge dismissed the case. Now Nadia is on a scorched earth cyber rampage. “If he wants a fight, bring it on. This is #WAR,” she tweeted last night, after retweeting outraged utterances from an unofficial Rubio4President account about James’ “rape barn.” On her personal blog, she is currently on part two of a sprawling anti-O’Keefe opus.


There’s a lot more and it’s all tawdry and sordid. If this woman is telling the truth it sounds like attempted rape. But even if he’s innocent he’s still a sleazebag.



Bill Maher is a cockroach


The pushback must be working because the cockroaches are scrambling for cover:

When did we get it in our heads that we have the right to never hear anything we don’t like? In the last year, we’ve been shocked and appalled by the unbelievable insensitivity of Nike shoes, the Fighting Sioux, Hank Williams Jr., Cee Lo Green, Ashton Kutcher, Tracy Morgan, Don Imus, Kirk Cameron, Gilbert Gottfried, the Super Bowl halftime show and the ESPN guys who used the wrong cliché for Jeremy Lin after everyone else used all the others. Who can keep up?

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If it weren’t for throwing conniption fits, we wouldn’t get any exercise at all.

I have a better idea. Let’s have an amnesty — from the left and the right — on every made-up, fake, totally insincere, playacted hurt, insult, slight and affront. Let’s make this Sunday the National Day of No Outrage. One day a year when you will not find some tiny thing someone did or said and pretend you can barely continue functioning until they apologize.

If that doesn’t work, what about this: If you see or hear something you don’t like in the media, just go on with your life. Turn the page or flip the dial or pick up your roll of quarters and leave the booth.

The answer to whenever another human being annoys you is not “make them go away forever.” We need to learn to coexist, and it’s actually pretty easy to do. For example, I find Rush Limbaugh obnoxious, but I’ve been able to coexist comfortably with him for 20 years by using this simple method: I never listen to his program. The only time I hear him is when I’m at a stoplight next to a pickup truck.

When the lady at Costco gives you a free sample of its new ham pudding and you don’t like it, you spit it into a napkin and keep shopping. You don’t declare a holy war on ham.


When the lady at Costco gives me a free sample that is contaminated with cockroach feces and it makes me sick to my stomach, I reserve the right to complain to management and the health department and if need be I might even file a lawsuit.

Let’s get a couple things straight. Bill Maher is not a comedian. Comedians are funny. There is nothing funny about calling women c*nts and twats. Maher is a shock jock. His schtick depends on being outrageous and offensive. It’s humor for the hate-filled.

Yes, there is a lot of posturing and fauxraging out there. Both sides look for excuses to pretend to be offended. But that doesn’t mean that there aren’t valid reasons to get upset.

Both Maher and Rush Limbaugh are currently under fire for using misogynist epithets in referring to certain women. Both of them have long histories of doing similar things. These epithets are reserved for women on the “other side”. Maher goes after conservative women. Rush goes after liberal women. They both survive because of tribalism.

But if one or both of them were fired today they would be replaced tomorrow. That’s why I am less interested in focusing on these two obnoxious personalities than I am in changing the discourse.

The only epithet in the English language comparable to “c*nt” is “n*gger.” It may surprise you to learn that c*nt is older by nearly 200 years. One is the product of the patriarchy and the other is a product of slavery and Jim Crow racism. Both terms serve the purpose of designating sub-human status upon the people to whom they refer.

There is no doubt that if Rush Limbaugh publicly called President Obama a n*gger his broadcasting career would be over. No apology would suffice. The Republican party would abandon him to his well-deserved fate. But if Bill Maher referred to Justice Thomas, Condi Rice or some other black Republican using the same term he would be retired too.

That’s because we as a society have decided that the word “n*gger” is so toxic that it has no place in public discourse other than academic discussions. A number of synonyms for that word are also taboo.

So why can’t we agree to do the same with sexist epithets?

As the say in AA, “progress not perfection” is the goal. We won’t make the patriarchy go away overnight. But banning misogynist epithets is a doable goal. These words serve no good purpose. It’s hate speech that we would be better off without.

I’m not talking about government action. The first amendment protects misogynists as well as racists. But peer pressure is powerful. When I was a kid it was still socially acceptable to be openly racist in some parts of this country. That has changed.

Let’s work to make it socially unacceptable to be misogynist.


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