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♥ Life sucks. I hate the world. In the immortal words of Frankie Boyle [ed. no, apparently that was Fred Macauley], fucking booooo.
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I’d like to have a brief word about the little boxes to be found on most film posters these days. You know, like the one on the relatively recently revealed The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas poster: a handy hint warning potential viewers that the film in question contains scenes of Holocaust, Threat and Horror.
Ah, I can imagine you thinking, I spy on the newspaper horizon a wittily worded lament on a society which increasingly treats its members like moronic monkeys who only climbed down from the trees a week last Thursday. Far from it, my poppets. I appreciate these boxes. When I go to see a film, I like to be forewarned that it may contain scenes of Holocaust, Threat and Horror. Sure, the poster shows two tiny children sitting in the immediate vicinity of a concentration camp fence, but that sort of image by itself is so open to interpretation. On the one hand it might be a film containing scenes of Holocaust, Threat and Horror, but on the other hand it might be a film containing scenes of Virtual Reality Gaming, WW2 Fetishes and Fences. Who is to tell?
My only problem, to be quite honest, is that these warnings don’t go far enough. Telling us about Holocaust, Threat and Horror is all very well, but what about the fact that there is a pyjama theme? I mean, I might have a thing about pyjamas. People do. I want to know if the pyjamas are literal, or some kind of metaphor. Never mind those people who complain that such wondrous innovations cater to the lowest common denominator, that they’re all about spoon-feeding the mindless population of the nanny state. Never mind the naysayers and the detractors of the tiny film poster information box. What we need to do is to beef these babies up.
Let’s face it, there are a lot of films that could do with being a bit more up front about their potentially traumatising subject matter. Take a few childhood favourites, for example. Bambi: contains rabbits, foliage, and a parent being shot to death. The Wizard of Oz: contains flying monkeys, yellow, and the curse of unpredictable weather. Mary Poppins: contains toys, tape measures and the grim prospect of a life spent working in a bank. Where, I want to know, was the tiny film poster information box then?
♥ Read this. It's a beautiful, beautiful thing, and makes me heart science and stuff SO MUCH.
♥ Am off to Oxford this weekend, to see my young chum, Cath. The day has arrived when the train to Oxford is actually cheaper than the Tube. Huh.
♥ Pre-emptive birthday wishes to
mchobson! Hope you have fun this evening, and tomorrow!♥ I wrote an article for thelondonpaper's column thing. As shit as my life is at the moment, it is very likely to be rejected, so
I’d like to have a brief word about the little boxes to be found on most film posters these days. You know, like the one on the relatively recently revealed The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas poster: a handy hint warning potential viewers that the film in question contains scenes of Holocaust, Threat and Horror.
Ah, I can imagine you thinking, I spy on the newspaper horizon a wittily worded lament on a society which increasingly treats its members like moronic monkeys who only climbed down from the trees a week last Thursday. Far from it, my poppets. I appreciate these boxes. When I go to see a film, I like to be forewarned that it may contain scenes of Holocaust, Threat and Horror. Sure, the poster shows two tiny children sitting in the immediate vicinity of a concentration camp fence, but that sort of image by itself is so open to interpretation. On the one hand it might be a film containing scenes of Holocaust, Threat and Horror, but on the other hand it might be a film containing scenes of Virtual Reality Gaming, WW2 Fetishes and Fences. Who is to tell?
My only problem, to be quite honest, is that these warnings don’t go far enough. Telling us about Holocaust, Threat and Horror is all very well, but what about the fact that there is a pyjama theme? I mean, I might have a thing about pyjamas. People do. I want to know if the pyjamas are literal, or some kind of metaphor. Never mind those people who complain that such wondrous innovations cater to the lowest common denominator, that they’re all about spoon-feeding the mindless population of the nanny state. Never mind the naysayers and the detractors of the tiny film poster information box. What we need to do is to beef these babies up.
Let’s face it, there are a lot of films that could do with being a bit more up front about their potentially traumatising subject matter. Take a few childhood favourites, for example. Bambi: contains rabbits, foliage, and a parent being shot to death. The Wizard of Oz: contains flying monkeys, yellow, and the curse of unpredictable weather. Mary Poppins: contains toys, tape measures and the grim prospect of a life spent working in a bank. Where, I want to know, was the tiny film poster information box then?
♥ Read this. It's a beautiful, beautiful thing, and makes me heart science and stuff SO MUCH.
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*is woeful*
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See, if they had had those boxes back in the 1960s, my mother would have been saved from having a small child sobbing underneath her seat for most of the film. I still can't bring myself to watch it.
I'm sure the Little Mermaid needs something as well. Very disturbing film.
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