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Wayne Bridge, new legend.

Oh, and I have to admit that I called this yesterday: “I actually think Bridge will refuse to shake his hand, and give him a proper daggers look.”


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I finally got round to watching Inglourious Basterds yesterday, and it’s a little surprising that it took me so long to do so, given that I’m a huge fan of Tarantino’s work.

Unsurprisingly, Basterds was tremendous. It was witty, violent, intelligent, well-acted and beautifully shot. It had Tarantino trademarks, both visually and in the dialogue, but it also fits nicely within the WWII genre, although with a modern flourish.

The story starts off pretty simply: Brad Pitt’s character leads a team of Jewish American soldiers in Nazi-occupied France, aiming to spread fear by killing as many Nazis as they can in horrific ways. From there, various subplots and twists lead towards a grand finale in Paris, which is a fantastic set-piece.

As ever with a Tarantino film, the plot is sometimes secondary to the dialogue and character interaction. Basterds is very, very talky, and usually not in English. According to the IMDB, only 30% of the dialogue is in English, with French and German the dominant languages. I found it quite amusing to see how the German dialogue was translated in the subtitles, because they’re often saying something subtly different from the translation, resulting in a few untranslated jokes and lines.

Tarantino shows that he is a master of dialogue in whichever language is being used, alternately ratcheting up the tension and providing comic moments. He has a gift for knowing exactly how to set the mood of a scene, and when to turn that scene on its head.

The acting is solid too. I loved Brad Pitt’s ridiculous character, especially in the cinema foyer towards the end of the film. The man has incredible comic timing, but also nails the apathetic, Nazi-hating nature of his character. And that accent? Woah!

The two high-ranking German officers are menacing, clinical, and genuinely scary, as you would expect. Yes, a little bit of a caricature, but then in this film many characters are. Landa in particular is a great example of quiet, psychopathic authority, and someone who you just wouldn’t fuck with.

The rest of the support cast are solid, and I liked BJ Novak’s cameo which comes to the fore towards the end of the film. Daniel Bruhl cements his status as probably the best young German actor around, and Til Schweiger is criminally under-used.

It really is a great film, highly worth seeing. A lot of criticism was directed towards Tarantino after his part of Grindhouse, which I loved, for being a film about essentially nothing, about dialogue more than plot. Basterds has an absolutely rock-solid plot, and it feels as if not a single word is wasted at any point, despite the dialogue being strong and lengthy. It’s all necessary, which some of Grindhouse wasn’t.

Tarantino at his very best? Absolutely.

I finally got round to watching Inglourious Basterds yesterday, and it’s a little surprising that it took me so long to do so, given that I’m a huge fan of Tarantino’s work.

Unsurprisingly, Basterds was tremendous. It was witty, violent, intelligent, well-acted and beautifully shot. It had Tarantino trademarks, both visually and in the dialogue, but it also fits nicely within the WWII genre, although with a modern flourish.

The story starts off pretty simply: Brad Pitt’s character leads a team of Jewish American soldiers in Nazi-occupied France, aiming to spread fear by killing as many Nazis as they can in horrific ways. From there, various subplots and twists lead towards a grand finale in Paris, which is a fantastic set-piece.

As ever with a Tarantino film, the plot is sometimes secondary to the dialogue and character interaction. Basterds is very, very talky, and usually not in English. According to the IMDB, only 30% of the dialogue is in English, with French and German the dominant languages. I found it quite amusing to see how the German dialogue was translated in the subtitles, because they’re often saying something subtly different from the translation, resulting in a few untranslated jokes and lines.

Tarantino shows that he is a master of dialogue in whichever language is being used, alternately ratcheting up the tension and providing comic moments. He has a gift for knowing exactly how to set the mood of a scene, and when to turn that scene on its head.

The acting is solid too. I loved Brad Pitt’s ridiculous character, especially in the cinema foyer towards the end of the film. The man has incredible comic timing, but also nails the apathetic, Nazi-hating nature of his character. And that accent? Woah!

The two high-ranking German officers are menacing, clinical, and genuinely scary, as you would expect. Yes, a little bit of a caricature, but then in this film many characters are. Landa in particular is a great example of quiet, psychopathic authority, and someone who you just wouldn’t fuck with.

The rest of the support cast are solid, and I liked BJ Novak’s cameo which comes to the fore towards the end of the film. Daniel Bruhl cements his status as probably the best young German actor around, and Til Schweiger is criminally under-used.

It really is a great film, highly worth seeing. A lot of criticism was directed towards Tarantino after his part of Grindhouse, which I loved, for being a film about essentially nothing, about dialogue more than plot. Basterds has an absolutely rock-solid plot, and it feels as if not a single word is wasted at any point, despite the dialogue being strong and lengthy. It’s all necessary, which some of Grindhouse wasn’t.

Tarantino at his very best? Absolutely.

It may only be the 14th of January in 2010, but I think I’ve just seen the best film of the decade. If I see another film that is better than this in the near future, I will be amazed.

‘Mugabe And The White African’ is a documentary following one white farming family as they try to take the Mugabe government to an international court to dispute the legality of the Zimbabwean land-grab programme of the last 10-15 years.

Whilst Mugabe and the farmer never meet face to face, Mugabe’s influence is felt heavily in their everyday life, from intimidation tactics by his war veterans to delaying tactics in court by his lawyers. The documentary uses voiceover excerpts from Mugabe’s speeches over the years to illustrate the sheer power that the man wields in the country.

Shot covertly and under major threat of being discovered, this truly is a harrowing tale of how a country can be absolutely destroyed by the megalomaniac tendencies of just one man.

I’m usually not one for hyperbole when it comes to reviewing and describing films, books, TV shows and the like, but this film is genuinely the best thing I’ve seen in many, many years. I’ve not felt an emotional connection to a film like this before, and I spent at least the whole final third with tears in my eyes and running down my cheeks.

It’s a film about bravery, about stoicism in the face of absolutely soul-crushing hatred, and about being prepared to sacrifice everything in order to fight the good fight. It’s also a film about family, about love and about love for one’s homeland.

Whilst I’ve learnt a lot about Zimbabwe over the last few years from the girlfriend and from getting interested in the subject, this film really did open my eyes to the levels of racism and strife that are being fermented in the country. The racism is something else, and for someone who has grown up in a multi-cultural society and doesn’t have a racist bone in his body, it is horrifying.

It genuinely blows my mind that people can base any kind of decision purely on someone’s skin colour, but Mugabe and his supporters have done just that for over 30 years. The white farmer(s) in the title aren’t old-school colonialists; they’re all born and bred Zimbabweans, trying to work a farm in the country.

They employ and support a community of over 500 people, and it’s the effect on these kinds of people that the land-grab scheme just does not think about. The land is given to some friend of the government, and then left to ruin. Not only are the white family forcibly evicted and basically kicked out of the country, but their employees and their families are left to ruin.

The whole (tiny) cinema was sniffing and crying throughout, with some scenes truly disturbing and heartbreaking, but necessary. It doesn’t pull any punches, but at the same time it doesn’t dwell on the negatives more than it has to.

If it is on anywhere near you, track it down and go see it. Get the DVD, download it, watch it on TV. This is an important film, one which truly displays the lowest lows and highest highs of human nature.

I could go on about this film for many more paragraphs, such an impact has it had on me. I’m still seeing the faces in front of me, hearing their voices and living their story.

This film needs to be seen. It needs a bigger audience and it deserves one.

South Central Ambulance Service NHS Trust said members of the public had helped its crews travel to patients stuck in the snow. It said that one man turned up to an ambulance station with his 4x4 and travelled with a paramedic attending emergencies overnight.

via BBC News

Sometimes, little acts of human kindness like this really do make me think that the world is a good place.

Outrage at Grazia magazine after an intern who was sent out regularly to buy skinny lattes for the beauty desk announced at the end of her stint on the mag that she had in fact been buying them all full-fat ones.

MediaMonkey.

Genius.

For a song whose lyrics ostensibly document an attempt to gather the spiritual strength to overcome adversity and thereby attain enlightenment, The Climb is about as inspiring as a Lion bar.
Charlie Brooker on the X-Factor song, and how delighted he is with the [successful] campaign to get Rage Against The Machine to number one.

Brits, I can highly recommend going to the iPlayer and watching last night’s Newsnight again. Not the Simon Cowell bit (fuck Simon Cowell!), but the opening piece about one of the regiments of the British army currently posted to Afghanistan.

It seems that Newsnight has been following these troops for a couple of months now, and this segment highlighted the difficulties faced in being away from family and friends back home. These family members also spoke on camera about their loved ones being away for Christmas, and the worry about whether they would even come back alive.

One woman’s broken voice as she described the pain of her husband being away for the important days in their children’s lives brought tears to my eyes. As did the emotional reunions when soldiers returned home for all-too-brief rest and recreation periods.

Whatever your opinions on wars in general, and the Afghanistan situation in particular, you have to respect those people that volunteer to serve in the armed forces, and particularly on the front line. Some of these soldiers weren’t even old enough to sign up when we first went to Afghanistan, but still joined the army knowing that they could be sent there.

And for that they get my respect.

The politicians that sent them there? Not so much…

There’s something about a good steak that really sets it apart from other foods.

I think it’s the fact that it is purely a piece of meat, with no pretence towards pastry, bun, sauce or anything else that might detract from its meatiness. It’s man (and cutlery) versus meat, nothing in between.

In fact, the only way that a steak could be better would be if it were served on a stick, because we all know that sticks improve food at least tenfold.

This post brought to you by the excellent steak I had last night at The Butcher & Grill in Wimbledon Village.

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