How do I feel, what do I say? In the end it all goes away! (Sugar!)

Sometimes I worry that I live in a completely different reality to other people. I'm pretty sure that it's other people who are the insane ones though. For example,

Scotty: You were so funny that night!
Me: Hwha?
Scotty: I can't believe you slept on the floor!
Me: What are you talking about? I slept on the bed!
Scotty: Really? Oh, well I can't believe you offered to sleep on the floor anyway.
Me: What? That was you!
Scotty: Hwha?
Jojo: Would both of you idiots shut up?

My current uneasiness with FB is stemming from mild confusion too I think. First off I'm not comfortable with the idea of being liked. Being adored, admired and appreciated is all good, but I can't think of anything more creepy than the experience of having some sycophantic person telling me that I'm "so cool". Shudder. FB isn't likely to do something like that, thankfully. However he has the irritating crush thing going (although it's Friday now, so perhaps he's over it by now, who knows?), which wouldn't be as bad as it is if it wasn't for the moony eyes. I'm completely incapable of dealing with other people's emotional lives, I just avert my eyes and talk about food or something. I could just ignore him (and thus the whole thing) quite successfully, but the problem is that he is fairly awesome (when he isn't gazing, or annoying me on purpose) especially when bitching- and the five year old in me can't understand why I should have to give something up when I didn't do anything. He's the stupid one, why should I have to deal with the consequences?

Anyway, we had a lengthy (and highly amusing) conversation at some point on Friday (when we were somewhere along the drunk-hungover axis), which climaxed (heh) with:

Him: My ex-fuck buddy's supposed to coming over later, but I really don't want to have sex with her again cos it'll just confuse things even more. I think I'm gonna have to go for a run and then masturbate [*].
Me: *gigglesnort* Have fun!

[*]Who actually uses the word 'masturbate'? I decided to produce this verbatim and not edit it to 'wank' (which is a wonderful and versatile word) because I think it adds to the ridiculousness.

My interpretation of the thrust of the conversation was something along the lines of "look, I know that you know that I like you, and I know that you know that I know that you don't like me like that and nothing's going to happen so I just want things to be cool between us and not awkward". When I explained the whole thing to J however she looked at me aghast and claimed that the correct translation was "I turned down sex for you! Love me, love me, say that you love me...", whilst I'm hoping that she's just being paranoid and insane I'm now a little disturbed. I'm giving FB a fairly wide berth, and accepting the challenge of being as unlikable as possible. If anyone can do it, I think it's me.

Meanwhile K and S are involved in some convoluted and highly disturbing courtship ritual as far as I can tell. This mostly consists of them winding each other up, trying to involve me in their dramas and occasionally getting drunk and nuzzling while they reminisce about past nuzzling incidents. Somehow though it was me who ended up sprawled out on top of K in the street whilst S rolled his eyes. It's a funny old world.

Instead of dealing with said world, how about a dram of escapism? I love the fact that I didn't come across this until I'd actually read Atlas Shrugs: if famous authors wrote fanfiction. It features Anne Rice's take on LOTR, Nicholas Sparks on Star Wars (although it could easily be Mitch Albom instead!), David Sedaris on Harry Potter and, best of all, Ayn Rand on Buffy. Can you imagine anything more perfect? It doesn't contain any spoilers beyond the most basic premises (so if you didn't want to know that there's vampires in Buffy...well oops, it's too late now). On the subject of fanfiction, I discovered Neil Gaiman's explanation of slash which was great, especially this part "It's normally written by extremely nice ladies. I have several very sane, respected, and respectable friends who write slash fiction, and do not try to make me read it". I've also been feeling quite a lot of love for his song I Google You. I recommend reading through the interesting comments on that post, and not only because NG popped by to post the lyrics. I now really want to read The Physics of the Buffyverse, yes a book about the science of Buffy has been published. Ask me again why I love fandom. It sounds like such an interesting book, as does Oullette's other book Black Bodies and Quantum Cats. I love science, especially biology and physics, and was semi-seriously considering dropping out of SOAS in my second year to go and study physics somewhere (not that I'd be able to with no appropriate A levels). I think that was probably fuelled by reading The Science of the Discworld, which is a wonderfully eloquent (and passionate) book. The fact that Oullette was actually an English major who accidentally ended up doing science writing makes it all the more interesting and appealing to me. I think I might actually end up ordering The Physics of the Buffyverse, I haven't ordered anything to my new address yet. Fun, fun fun!

Speaking of the interwebs (see how this all, sort of, inter-relates seamlessly?) Lifehacker's top 10 Youtube hacks actually looks pretty useful. I haven't had a chance to implement their ideas yet but their Better Youtube Firefox Extension sounds pretty good (having the option to turn off the autoplay is a brilliant idea) and their filegrabbing suggestions sound good. My geeky side is also hoping to sort out the last.fm blogger widget properly, but in case that takes a while I can at least post it in an entry. Hopefully it won't fuck up!





My sister (AKA Sib) was a little derisive as to the extreme nerdiness of my entries. She just wishes she was cool enough to understand it all. Harrumph like a hippo. The Park Bench is a pretty fun nerdy-lady blog which I've been enjoying. It also furnished me with the link to the 10 geeky movies that should have been great but weren't. I'm in broad agreement with most of it, the Hitchhiker's film was incredibly disappointing (except for the parts which involved Neil Hannon singing) and the Matrix sequels were a pile of wank. I haven't actually seen any of the others (being as I don't watch films) but I feel this vindicates my choice not to watch the third Mummy film (I haven't actually seen the first two either, but I wouldn't be entirely averse to the idea if I could just get through the opening sequence of the first one), A.I., The Time Machine remake and League of Extraordinary Gentlemen (of course no one would be foolish enough to want to watch Waterworld). I'd quite like to see the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory remake though, it sounds fun although probably not über-amazing or anything.

On the subject of awesome blogs I simply have to pimp the Saved By The Bell Quote of the Day blog, could there be a better idea for an online journal ever? Then, mixing my segues like others blend metaphorical cocktails, I'm going to wax poetical about a couple more lists. I always love those lists of the sexiest wo/men because they combine some of my favourite things: hotties, listing and the opportunity to get annoyed by something irrelevant. Often these lists include some really great irreverent commentary (I assume because I'm the only one who actually reads it they can get away with some brilliant randomness). The UGO.com (who, and also what?) 50 hottest women on TV list managed to throw in what I'd have to literally call bon mots, for example on the subject of America Ferrera:

"Yes, this sure is a big, funny world, isn't it? Throw some braces, bushy eyebrows and bad outfits on a beautiful young woman, and by Hollywood standards, you've got someone "ugly". Of course, we all know that Hollywood is the perfect arbiter of female body images. After all, they've done a bang up job in the past, so why should now be any different? ... it's about time the rest of the industry picked up on just how sexy those curves are."

Their choice for number 1 also made me very happy (a rare occurrence indeed when it comes to these lists). Mary-Louise Parker is indeed a buff ting, and Weeds is awesome. 'Nuff said.

The other list that I wanted to link to was this one of potential good directors for Batman 3 if Nolan steps down (beware of some spoilers for The Dark Knight). Sadly I didn't make the cut, but it was full of sensible suggestions nonetheless. I can't imagine why The Sib was accusing me of nerdiness, alright I did just download a comic but it took me longer to work out the viewing software. I think the geekdom initiation (and secret handshake lesson) are a ways off yet. The comic I downloaded was episode 17 of Buffy season 8 so beware of spoilers for it.

Episode 17 carried on the Fray crossover, which was interesting but a little bit confusing for me. I do want to get around to reading Fray at some point. The introduction stating that 'Buffy's fresh from another doomed relationship' kind of irked me, it's not as if she and Satsu had a (serious) relationship, and what I liked about that storyline was that Buffy finally had a chance to have a fun fling without their being despair and doom. I was pretty certain that the crazy dark haired seer being talked about was Dru (after all, who else could it be?) but the reveal at the end left me a bit dubious, this is where photorealism (or indeed real actors!) would come in useful, otherwise it isn't that easy to be certain that it actually is Drusilla. In fact I thought that image looked a bit like dark Willow... I'll just have to wait for episode 18, dammit! I loved the fact that Buffy actually got to time travel (that's something that never got explored on the show, although there was a time loop), and that little moment where ever-capable Buffy suddenly realises "this is really happening" was wonderful. I liked her whinging about the fact that future-English makes no sense, and her claim that she should have treated the English language better. There was also a hilarious moment where she realised that her stance in that flimsy dress meant that she was flashing her (orange polka dot) underwear, quite a departure from her behaviour in seasons 1 and 2.

I felt a bit like they were trying to at least vaguely set up the idea of Xander moving on and getting into a new relationship, although I could be reading too much into it. He just seemed a bit grabby with Rowena (and we all know that Xander has a Slayer-fetish so that would make sense). Whilst he wasn't acting at all inappropriately with Dawn I thought that perhaps the 'riding' set up/joke (combined with incidents in previous episodes, such as him falling into her giant sized camisole) might be an attempt to foreshadow something. Then again that's what's so fun about Buffy, it encourages viewers/readers to BYO subtext. There's always the possibility of having Xander end up with Dracula I suppose, but somehow I don't think there's going to be a triage of bi-/homo-/alternative sexuality for the main Scoobies, and Xander does really have to remain as the Everyman (and avatar of Joss). Right at the end Harth's speech about his twin sister being his 'true love' suggests there's going to be overtones of wacky vampire incest coming up. Oh the hilarity! Here endeth the season eight spoilers.

The letters page also introduced an excellent concept to me- pronoia. It's the opposite of paranoia, and apparently is the sneaking suspicion that the whole world is conspiring to shower you with blessings. Honestly that is sometimes how I feel when I get to feed my obsessions, yay there are shiny, pretty things! I did get around to reading Sugarshock! the other day too. It's up on myspace but I don't think the transitions are made very clear, so if you want to check it out here's part one, two and three. It's not the deepest thing in the world, but it's a really fun comic and you don't have to get too invested in it. I'd definitely recommend it (especially to you Nanzo!) and can see why it won awards.

I will lie awake, lie for fun

I'm excessively happy that project-Z seems to be coming together (finally!). Now Spires, Nanzo and (amazingly enough!) Lyca are getting set up it's all feeling increasingly real.

On the other side of things I'm also acclimatising to the fact that I've actually joined the -osphere. I have an intense hatred for the word 'blog', it's extremely ugly and reminds me of (the possibly more foul and certainly overused by JK Rowling) 'snog'. It also has a whole host of truly foul associations (at least for me). Thankfully weblogs in general are connoted with fourteen year old emo kids in the media and the the public consciousness less and less. They're accepted as having multifarious functions and readers. Nonetheless I don't think the ugly little word can quite shake off those unpleasant connections, and I'm never emo. I may occasionally be introspective, and that's an entirely different thing. So if you could humour me and think of this as a 'journal', 'weblog' (if you must), 'a collection of posts' or some other vaguely suitable noun I shall be grateful.

I also kind of resent the fact that merely by posting on the big wide web I somehow apparently joined a sphere or community, without even getting a membership discount or something worthwhile. I don't dispute the fact that there are thriving online communities (hell, we're in the process of setting one up), but simply because I'm capable of typing and pressing that little 'post' button doesn't seem like an adequate reason for me to be a member of some nonsense. I don't think I want to necessarily be considered part of it, especially when you consider how much nonsense is produced. I suppose this is comparable to disliking the bulk of humanity; they're all blithering idiots and I don't see why I ought to be lumped in with them. Viva la non-person!

I'm in a slightly grumpy mood due to sleep deprivation and the fact that I'm nursing a multi-day hangover. But what's new about that? Jes has now left, which sucks because I've realised just how much I've not learnt my way around Hongdae and Sinchon! I'm going to have to somehow develop a sense of direction very quickly. It's just been a ridiculous few weeks, on Monday I took the subway home straight after work and couldn't work out why it felt so odd until I realised that it was the first time I'd taken the subway home for a week. Fair enough I'd stayed in on Saturday, but every other night I'd come back in a taxi. It's been the same every day since Monday this week too, and clambering into bed after 7am can be disorientating enough even when you don't have to wake up for work in a few short hours.

I'm excited to see the pictures from Tuesday night, Jes let me steal his semi-professional camera and I was actually fairly proficient with the settings and lens twiddling. I haven't owned a camera of my own for years (and never a decent one), but I often get my grubby mitts on those belonging to various friends and family members so I suppose I've had a fair bit of practice. We were all gazing with rapture at some of the pictures I'd taken and K has semi-seriously designated me as her official photographer. I'm hoping that they don't look awful blown up and when sober. Alcohol does make everything prettier somehow, and certainly funnier. K and I were in hysterics for several hours about our conversation with a bell that happened to be dangling over our table ("do you hang here often?" etc). I think perhaps my current choice of reading material, On The Road, might have somehow permeated everyone with a touch of the surreal- Jes, K and I managed to maintain a brilliant conversation using languages in which only one of us each had a decent level of comprehension (Russian, Korean and French respectively) after the others left.

Today (well yesterday now since it's around 6am, let's just split the difference and call it 'Friday') was a bank holiday, so predictably there was a decent amount of Thursday night celebration. I didn't end up returning home until Friday eventime, which I have to say feels a little bit ridiculous. I think that I need to try to curb my enthusiasm a little, and at least pretend to be a grown up for about half of the week. I'm moving to my new apartment tomorrow (or rather, in a few hours time) and have had about two hours kip. I'm mostly packed up, but I haven't cleaned the place at all so I need to get on with that. Eventually. Once I've moved I think that I may be returned to the split shift, which would be rather annoying but also might force me to act a bit more like a responsible adult at least.

As a responsible and mature person I have a new career in consideration: namely being a script doctor for the new Batman movie. Beware of spoilers for The Dark Knight. I've clearly come up with the best plot ever. Firstly, lots and lots of Scarecrow screen time is definitely required. My plot idea though revolved around Gordon's little blond son who didn't get killed at the end of the movie. As I said before I reckon that he'd end up with innumerable issues due to the fact that a hero saved his life, quickly followed by said hero lying about what happened and consequently being set upon and hated by society as a whole. Not to mention his father colluding in perpetuating this deception, as well as leading the hunt for Batman. That little kid would clearly grow up fucked up. After some extensive research on the topic (i.e. idly chatting with Ringo about the film) I recalled that Barbara Gordon (i.e. Gordon's little blonde daughter) becomes Batgirl, and yet in The Dark Knight there didn't seem to be any Babs, Gordon just had two sons. Therefore I think that it would make perfect sense that Gordon's son is going to develop some absolutely brilliant Daddy-issues, as well as become completely disillusioned with his world's horrible macho-worship and chauvinism. Surely a series which created such a wonderful dark, creepy Joker could also produce a desperate, troubled transvestite Batgirl, right? Lee Pace could be a great Batgirl, although he is overly tall. Or maybe they could cast Cillian Murphy in the role, having him play two characters in homage to the awful, campy TV series.

I've somehow managed to convince other people that this is an excellent idea too. They may have had ulterior motives I suppose, for example I think J would have agreed to pretty much anything once I bought her a cocktail and let her use me as a pillow. But I'll take what I can get!

I used to be a superhero, I would swoop down and save me from myself

When I started typing this I'd just returned from watching The Dark Knight. There are two things I perpetually love about travelling around a big city by myself:

*Walking around in a pretty dress, high heels and sunglasses in the sunshine at whatever speed I want.
*Cruising around in a cab at night, watching the lights, both of the city and its reflection in the river. If the driver will put up with me murmuring along to The Long and Winding Road so much the better.

I would have preferred to watch the film a little earlier in the day, but it was worth waiting for (and I think it's always nice to come out of watching something slightly creepy into darkness rather than jarring daytime). Obviously it's a good film. Even I can't really dispute that. It was (I'm sorry, I must say it) darker than I've grown to expect from Hollywood films. However I don't think that it really lives up to its hype (although, really, what could?). At least for once I'm actually watching the world's most popular movie close to its release date (it was released this week over here in fact). To give you a frame of reference I think I watched Titanic around five years after it was released, and only under extreme duress (i.e. our teacher threatened me with extreme punishment if I attempted to escape the room).

Watching this film made me feel that I really ought to have rewatched Batman Begins beforehand. I remember really liking it (although in part that may have had something to do with the fact that I was watching it stretched out in a deck chair under the stars on a beach on Ko Phi Phi Don with two of my favourite people), and have a vague recollection of finding Katie Holmes annoying. I thought that I had a relatively good memory of said film, but on reflection it appears that I have a crystal clear image of all of Cillian Murphy's scenes- and very little else. So my first bone to pick with The Dark Knight is why the hell would you put Cillian Murphy in your film if you're only going to tease me the audience with about 30 seconds worth of footage? Uncool.

I can't actually work out what I find so appealing about Cillian Murphy, I don't think that he's actually conventionally attractive (aside from the bright eyes I guess). There's something kind of 'off' about his appearance, and yet he's somehow absofuckinglutely gorgeous. And I do honestly think he's a good actor (...she protests, feebly). Is it possible I have an Irish kink? This would be somewhat surprising considering I seem to be the only person I know who doesn't have a thing for the accent, but it could explain why I like Freebird. And Spires. And das boyfriender. (I'm already aware of my shyboy kink; Cillian Murphy and Jensen Ackles I'm staring looking at you, and your twitchery.)

This isn't only an aesthetic gripe, I really don't understand what the point of his cameo was. If he hadn't appeared in the film at all I would have been a little peeved, but I would definitely have gotten over it because Heath Ledger as the film's primary villain The Joker is, in a word, totallyfuckingawesome. I don't quite understand when the (in my personal opinion, not particularly) pretty boy from 10 Things I Hate About You became an actual actor- a really good one no less. This is why I ought to watch more films, so I can actually pick up on transitions like this. I did think that he was pretty decent in Brokeback Mountain, but I suppose my experience of that was a bit tainted by the fact that whilst I don't think that it's a bad film, it is honestly one of the most over-rated films I've ever seen. I'm annoyed by the fact that I can't find any of the stuff that Ted Casablanca wrote about it (damn stupid website), but I believe I can paraphrase: "Just because it's a film with gay cowboys doesn't make it good, and I'm not going to pretend to love it. Watch Transamerica instead." I have an unabashed love for Ted Casablanca- he may write a gossip column and work for E!, but he's an intelligent, witty man who manages to slip in some brilliant social and political commentary in the most unlikely places.

Heath Ledger gave an amazing performance, and the Joker was pretty much the only character that I really cared about during the film (the rest of them, including Batman, were fairly two-dimensional). I think I would have preferred a 'Joker' film, relegating Batman to a relatively minor role. I liked that we never got to actually understand his back story (although I think that there ought to be at least a third, unaborted, alternative), and I think that his character in this film was wonderfully well constructed. His appearance was great too, the pimpy purple suit was perfect, and the sloppily applied make-up added the impression of madness and eagerness (I also love that the make-up has already become an internet meme, even I've noticed it whilst avidly avoiding anything that looked like it could be a spoiler!). The fact that the Joker didn't mind removing his trademark face paint when it suited him (to gain access to a target), not to mention donning a nurse's outfit and wig, showcased his adaptability, and the fact that he's completely unpredictable and chaotic. Ledger managed to pull off this character in this incredibly creepy and terrifying way, and maintained a real distance from any other portrayal of the character. I, of course, also adored the slight homoerotic tension between the Joker and (the) Batman that the film had going on.

I do think that the Joker was explicitly portrayed as a terrorist-style villain in this film, no more than he and other Batman-verse villains are in other incarnations to be sure- but I think that in today's climate it resonates and I'm almost certain that Nolan was aware of what he was doing. His desire to create (if I can use the word in this sense) anarchic destruction I suppose could be interpreted almost as a form of jihad, but I personally saw it as more in line with something like Max Stirner's anarchism. J pointed out that some of The Joker's "terrorist" style activities really resonate with some of contemporary America's worst fears, such as the 'beheading' style videos of hostages.

In general I really like the direction of the two newest Batman films. Batman is one of my favourite "super"(anti?)heroes anyway (and that's probably a large part of why I enjoy Angel). The fact that he doesn't have any superpowers (thus calling into question his identity as a 'super'hero, the 'hero' part can be dealt with later) just makes him far more identifiable. He isn't an alien; a mutant; the Chosen One- and whilst I think that those ideas and metaphors have been used brilliantly in some cases, Batman just offers an even simpler story-telling vehicle. (I'm almost certain that I'm misquoting someone with this (obvious) assertion, but I can't figure out whom. I even checked out the transcripts from The O.C. but I'm happy to report that my favourite Zach quote is definitely about Superman instead. Perhaps I ought to be more ashamed of my love for the first couple of seasons of that show, but I'm not- Seth has a horse called Captain Oates for heaven's sake! And I'm almost certain that at some point he made a play on the "I may be some time" line, although I can't currently find any proof of it).

Of course he's not exactly the Everyman either, perhaps his superpower is actually his wealth? I do sometimes get the urge to roll my eyes when Bruce/Batman is utilising all his expensive technology and tricks to fight crime. It isn't exactly hard (or, therefore, impressive) to do what he does when you've got the money to do it (which reminds me of Spike's response to being kidnapped by The Initiative, a government-run research outfit experimenting on demons, that he always wondered what would happen if that bitch Buffy got funding). Then again it would be pretty hard to rationalise the suit, vehicles, gadgets etc which are an inherent part of Batman's identity without him being incredibly rich.

I like that these new Batman films have been considering the moral ambiguities embroiled in Batman's vigilante status, he definitely isn't a cut and dried hero (although I think that this point stood perfectly well without various characters ramming it down the audience's collective throat). This is the kind of angle that I really enjoy. Bruce/Batman is heroic in his actions and his choices (and indeed his moral code), but he isn't allowed to play the hero, least of all by himself. I'm not sure that he should be either, he displays a flagrant disrespect for the laws, both of Gotham City and of other countries which isn't necessarily the best way to attempt to eradicate (or even control) crime. Allowing someone, anyone, to stand outside of the law is dangerous and questionable, even if he is acting "for good". At what point are the lines drawn? Whose conception of good ought to be allowed precedence? Whose morals? I liked that these ideas were discussed within the film, and especially liked Dent's reference to the Romans appointing someone to dictate in times of crises. Does the fact that people are willing to accept a dictator in times of trouble make this 'right'? Despite the fact that Batman acts in the interest of Gotham City its residents turn on him, they are wary of his (extralegal) power, and I don't think they're necessarily wrong to feel like that. (Again I'm irritated by what an interesting film Hancock could, and should, have been.) By the end of the film his powers have been severely limited, he's been designated the bad guy, and he's purposely destroyed his sophisticated surveillance equipment. The status quo has, more or less, been restored- for better or for worse.

Of course when you think about it things don't work out too badly for the guy. Alright it sucks that people can't properly appreciate the good that he's done, but I'm sure he's soothed by the fact that he gets to enjoy himself in style as the playboy Bruce Wayne. I would have liked to see the slightly schizophrenic bent to Bruce's construction of Batman's identity explored more. He's right that "the Batman" is an important symbol (and the use of that article is definitely relevant), but hearing someone almost talking about themselves in the third person, referring to a persona they've created (for whatever reason), is a little disturbing. In contrast the Joker seems almost sane (that may in fact be hyperbolic nonsense, but you know what I mean).

I don't want any of this analysis to suggest that I don't absolutely adore the campy 1960s Batman television show by the by. I'm sure that this point must have been made before, but I can't recall ever reading or hearing it (please point me in the direction of anything that has, I'd be really intrigued), I feel that the DC and Marvel comic characters are pretty much the twentieth century equivalent of fairy tales. Of course there are actual twentieth century versions of fairy stories, but they play with already established conventions. Comics (and later their screen adaptations) fulfill the same kinds of functions as fairy tales, not just to entertain but to deal with important contemporary ideas in metaphorical and sometimes fantastical ways. The breadth of meaning in those comics is such that they can inspire something incredibly campy, yet also something dark and creepy. This is just like fairy tales, and I wouldn't have such a problem with sanitised Disneyfied version of classic stories if it was equally easy to get a fix of 'proper' fairy tales full of brutality and horror.

I do feel as if a slight reference to the fact that Rachel was portrayed by a different actress in this film could have been made (even just a snide "wow you look so good these days!") although I suppose it might have been a little too light-hearted for this film. I know that it couldn't really be helped, but having a different actress to the one portraying her in Batman Begins was a little jarring (even if Katie Holmes did annoy me in the role). To be honest I don't think that Maggie Gyllenhaal was excellent casting, she wasn't bad or anything but I would have preferred someone with more presence and, crucially, someone who I think is beautiful. Then again I am an awfully shallow person.

Dent's storyline was also an interesting one (although I can't really accept a Dent character whose first name isn't Arthur, unless it's something amusing like "Axi" or "Resi"), and his eventual transformation into Two-Face echoed the split-personality theme which was definitely an important one in this film. His obsessive coin tossing reminded me of The Dice Man, and although I know that the original Two-Face character was conceived long before 'Luke Rhinehart' was published I think that The Dice Man allows a much more in-depth and interesting perspective on allowing fate to control one's life than this film possibly could. This is why I'm just not a film person! The idea of attempting to retain the 'purity' of Dent's memory was interesting, although I didn't like the undertone that a person can only be a 'proper' hero if they're a blond with a Stan Smith-esque chiselled jaw. I might be shallow, but I don't like films telling me that ugly people are baddies.

That's part of the problem with allowing someone outside of the law all that power, he gets to decide what the official 'truth' will be. That's not a responsibility that anyone ought to have, although of course in real life its shouldered by specific individuals all the time. It reminds me of an excellent play called Embedded which was about, amongst other things, the impact of Leo Strauss' philosophy of multiple truths (and/or noble lies) on the decision-makers of Bush Jr's administration. The noble lie is a consistently used device in the film, Rachel is certainly lying to at least one of the men she claims to love at any one time, and later Albert takes it upon himself to destroy Rachel's letter to Bruce so that he may never learn the truth (if indeed it did contain her 'true' feelings, and not a noble lie...) about her emotions.

It's still a little weird for me to watch Gary Oldman playing a good cop, even though every time I watch Leon I never seem to understand (or recall) the fact that he's a crooked DEA agent and am befuddled for a while. He was a fairly likable character, and so I kept expecting him to turn (or be revealed to be) bad. Therefore I wasn't expecting for him to be revealed to be secretly alive after his shooting. I loved his wife's reaction to this, faking your own death to catch a criminal and not even informing your spouse is something that's just likely to get you slapped. His son's reaction I wasn't expecting however, I thought he'd be more likely to freak out about the 'ghost' next to him. I think that the film would probably have been better (although obviously sadder) if the kid had actually died at the end, and at least it would have saved him the inevitable self-esteem issues. I doubt that his father can properly explain "Batman saved your life, and now we have to hunt him and treat him like a criminal. Nothing personal son" in a way that doesn't sound insane. Personality issues of the future, here we come! Is another sequel being made yet?

Can I just point out that it sucks that Heath Ledger's dead? I mean obviously for him, but now also for me too. So now I'm grouchy. I've discovered that he apparently (officially at least) didn't commit suicide, my belief that he did is either due to the British press or only reading the very early reporting of the news which was later revised by claims that his death was accidental. Perhaps both. If he didn't commit suicide and just died from a random, stupid unintended overdose it's even more bloody annoying. The Joker would absolutely have had to have been in the next film, assuming that there was to be one- is it just me or is Christian Bale starting to look kind of prematurely old? I'm pretty sure that Two-Face isn't dead (his story arc has only just begun) so he could be the major villain in the next film, and there's also a whole host of other rouges to pick from of course.

Incidentally Bernie Mac died recently. What's up with 2008? Sadly death hasn't made him seem any funnier.

I had a terrible feeling by the time The Dark Knight was ending. I was worried that I was going to have to face a worse truth about myself than the fact that I'm not a fourteen year old boy. Am I possibly actually a film person? Say it ain't so! The reason I had to consider this for a moment was that whilst I enjoyed the tone and characters of this film, the plot wasn't all that amazing. Pretty much every twist and turn just seemed painfully obvious (except Gordon not really being dead, and that was only because it was kind of stupid), as if the word 'psych!' was written on the screen in big glowing letters. I didn't need to be told about Dent's double-headed coin, that the Joker had purposely got himself caught, that the 'sick' guy was going to blow up, that the Joker had switched the addresses at which Rachel and Dent were hidden, that the hostages were dressed as the Joker's henchmen... and so forth. The only decent bit of misdirection was the Joker's reveal at the beginning of the film where he impersonated one of his own men.

However, I'm not worried. J assures me that all of those things would have been glaringly blatant to anyone. My reputation remains intact. Therefore I put it to you that The Dark Knight had a relatively stupid plot. Strangely enough I still managed to enjoy it, which speaks to its other strengths. All in all I think that I'd feel happy to recommend this film to people, with the addendum that the plot is flawed (although somehow not all that important) and that, despite the rave reviews, this isn't exactly the greatest film ever made.

I'm intrigued now to see if this (long and windy) post has made any impact on my wordle- a really fun toy which allows you to track what the most used words of any given content are. Here is how mine stood before this post (although I'm not entirely sure if it checked everything or only the most recent page), I couldn't find any information on the FAQs but I assume that it must filter out conjunctions, articles and pronouns. It's extremely interesting to see!

My apparently paltry vocabulary made me wince, but I've consoled myself a little with the idea that perhaps I actually have an excellent and varied vocab, it's just that I don't overuse many words except for the practically unavoidable stock ones. Probably that isn't an accurate portrayal, but let's just let sleeping pups (and lazy puns) lie. I was surprised to see 'awesome' looking so teeny, I thought it was definitely one of my go-to words, and whilst I thought that the B(uffy)-word would be pretty significantly placed I didn't expect it to get quite so large! I can excuse myself slightly by pointing to the fact that it does at least convey two meanings (both the show and the character, and I like that by merely choosing to italicise or not I can easily show which meaning I intend) but really I think that I must speak about it/her even more than I'm aware!

Of course Rand, Atlas and Dagny all made the cut too- which reminds me that I forgot to link to this, which contains absolutely no Atlas Shrugged spoilers but did make me giggle. On the subject of linking I have accidentally discovered two things about Neil Gaiman's blog: verily, it exists and I like it. I've already forgotten how I stumbled across it and it was almost certainly within the last 24 hours. Perhaps I should start getting worried about my premature dementia. I recently also got around to watching the Neverwhere DVD extra of his interview, which was pretty fun, and I'd say worth a looksee if you get a chance.

My brief mentioning of The O.C. also tangenitally relates to (and at least reminded me of) possibly my favourite advert ever. Again I feel obliged to point out that Korean cinema adverts are fantastic (especially the Baby Got Back soju one!), I'm glad that this time around they definitely weren't better than the film though.

ETA: Just one post does indeed impact the wordle. It's such a fun game! I must remember to play with it every so often, and also to crack a thesaurus one of these days (especially since I now know that they're not dinosaurs).