Stupidity

There’s a new movie coming out that has a 12 year old actress (spare me the whole “male actor” and “female actor” nonsense) shooting a man in the head and using explicit language (“cunt”).

The Daily Telegraph are all over it like a rash. Anything for a moral panic.

The so-called “family groups” are also all over it. Anything for a moral panic and publicity to their cause.

Australian Family Association spokesman John Morrissey said:

“The language is offensive and the values inappropriate – without the saving grace of the bloodless victory of traditional superheroes.”

Fuck off. Just fuck off.

But thanks for the publicity anyway, Tele and AFA. I want to see it now. I hadn’t even heard of it until you started crawling all over it like it was Piss Jesus Mk II.

The [MA] rating has outraged Australian family groups who are reluctant to discredit it openly, fearing it would publicise the movie further.

See.

Fucking morons.

The end is nigh

On my way home from work tonight, I am going to stop by at my local Video Ezy and hire the Mad Max trilogy.

I have had a craving to watch them since this morning after I woke at dawn, saw how red my room was and thought the house was on fire – but with no smoke. Weird, I thought, three-quarters still asleep, and stumbled out of bed to investigate. Maybe the fire alarm is not working? Nope, house looks fine. The roof is not on fire.

Gradually I became aware there was a brightish red light glowing through my closed blinds in my bedroom. So I peeked through, not sure what to expect. A few things raced through my sluggish brain: it’s the apocalypse but which apocalypse? Fundamentalist Christian? The Rapture? Or a Nostradamus type apocalypse? Maybe it’s a “I love the smell of napalm in the morning” kind of apocalypse?

Wait, what if it’s aliens? Oh my god, what if the Scientologists were right all along? Will Tom Cruise save us?

Actually, that looks like a dust cloud. And it reminds me of the closing scene in the final Mad Max movie where Savannah gives a nightly “tell” of their journey to the children.

Anyway, I thought to myself, if it was the end of the world, who’s gonna save me? Not Tom and not Mad Max because they’re both fictional characters anyway, right?

So back to bed I went. Might as well get my sleep. The world might be ending but I love my sleep. Especially at 5.50am.

The alarm woke me a couple of hours later and the sky was still nuts and everyone’s talking about it and have taken a zillion photos and I’m still thinking about Mad Max, so now I have to watch it. All of it. Including one of the best car chase scenes ever: