The Crisis of Choas

I'll admit that my attitude towards this movie has changed somewhat since I first saw it.

Before, yeah--Oh! 'Hot Chicks' instead of 'World Report'! Oh *yes*, ***very*** droll, perhaps someone would pass me a scone?

But, now....eh, World Report...eh.

I mean, manners are pretty cool, absolutely, but....I'm not sure you learn them from newsmagazines. I'm actually not sure what I've learned from the newsmags, really....hot chicks, however, have taught me some stuff.

So, yeah....manners, okay. Newsmagazines....I'm not so sure. Everyone who reads sports or fashion stuff instead of news is stupid....no. Sorry, that's just, no. (Grammar is also, sometimes, yeah, but--not as important as manners, no; they're really not the same. Altho I'll take grammar when it helps me; I like semi-colons, for example.)

And sometimes repetition, although very simple, is a useful oratorical thing: manners are necessary, but I'm not sure you learn them from newsmagazines. (Or from labeling all the dirty plebs as stupid....after all, people who are coarse aren't my *favorite* people, but there's something which is worse, and it starts with an "h"....)

Anyway, it's not a terrible flick, and it can be somewhat funny. However, I don't think that it's a real comedy, IMO, because it's just too much of a fako courtroom battle....but it is a very light and easy drama. I just personally think that there's a difference; I mean, comedy can be abrasive too, sometimes, but sometimes, even something which is funny is still not quite comedy, not quite not-drama if it's just so....dramatic.

I might be miffing my words a bit, here, but that's really not the same thing as being fake.

And, you know, I suppose you could call it a snob's comedy.

Or, more technically: sci-fi comedy. After all, sci-fi is so awash in drama, and, you know, married to the snobs, so, sure, from that angle, it's comedy. After all, I'm not saying that the two categories aren't a bit fluid.

You might find this all, a bit ironic, but it's all IMO.

And, anyway, I've seen movies that are worse, in any event, despite the fact that the sci-fi prophet angle wears a little thin sometimes. That's right, in 500 years.....all new people.

Anyway.

And, you know, one aspect of it is perfect, perhaps unconsciously so: he starts out as an **Army librarian**?

Yeah, sometimes I think, that that's how I started out too.

Anyway.

And, basically, at the end of the day, not everybody has to be Stephen Hawking. (And I actually don't really like Stephen Hawking....if everybody took the snob's view of sex, only Stephen Hawking would benefit.) You should be able to respect a man who is a sportsman.

Yeah.

So maybe, yeah, not the most terrible....but mildly terrible.

And, incidentally, the most favoritest tactic of the average intellectual who's got a hankering' ta tar-an-feather some-body, would be ta call 'im a racialist, as dey say in de Angle-lin. But....

And yet, if one were to take the premise of this movie literally, one would need assume, that the reason why the birth rate of the Republic of India is so high, is because the people there are...'retards', as they might say in the States. And yet, I'm sure we would all agree that such a proposition would be absurd, *racialist*, and grotesque in the extreme.

And, you know, I guess you'd also have to agree that the reason why the Japanese can't distinguish between their 'r's and their 'l's is because they're stupid. Ditto for the Scots dialect, (which makes Robert Burns and probs a bunch of other Scottish poets, nothing but a bunch of morons), and even, from a sufficiently radical point of view--Dutch. (What is this? 'En'? Ye denae write it 'en', laddie, ye write it 'as Ah-En-Dee. Dee, like Dundee, see! So denae gimme dis Flemish nonsense lad, or I'll kick yer hide de way dat Robert the Bruce tanned teh English hordes o' darkness!) {And, incidentally, that is, in a way, a caricature of the whole 19th century, esp. in European countries like France, where people learned that the only 'proper' French was spoken in Paris....*but*, it was a great century for compiling dictionaries...the usefulness of which have yet to be determined...}

*But*, maybe I should forget about all of that last part....I'll forget, give it the benefit of the doubt, and say that it's merely....mildly terrible, that's all.

Update: No, screw this, this is DRAMA, not comedy!

(6/10)