Marie Antoinette as Paris Hilton

I watched Marie Antoinette last night. Overall it was quite an entertaining film, a bit clumsy at times but it got be laughing, it got me thinking.

When i heard Sofia Coppola was the directer/writer, i was quite excited, having seen her first 2 features. But my film buddy said at the premiere the film was booed for being so historically inaccurate.

If you stopped the movie 10mins into it, i would have booed as well. Kirsten Dunst (who i think is quite the talent) seemed like a 20th century chic, who's just stumbled out of a costume party, the dress, the hair all in place...everything but the character. She spoke like an American teen, so did her pals, yet her mother had an English accent, then there was the french accent...etc, the music was modern rock...ugh, what has Sofia done?

Wanting to get my $10 worth, i eventually ignored these imperfections and persevered, and what a delight of a film it was.

As you may have guessed from the title, the film is very much a satire of modern times, our obsession with 'the celebrity', namely those who are famous for being famous. Marie Antoinette was just another girl who happened to be born into royalty. Living a life predetermined and controlled by those around her, she didn't become the fleeting, empty and depressed person some of us would have. She made the best of it and became a spoilt little queen (know a few of those?). She had the time of her life, she squeezed every little bit out of those willing to serve her.

Now, this maybe a huge leap, but Marie is Paris, or Paris is Marie? Think about it, in this day and age, we don't have state appointed monarchs, we have self made, self appointed monarchs. The corporate world is full of rich men, rich men with sons and daughters, the new royalty. Think about all the little rules these sons and daughters have to follow, think about the toll it will have on their psyche, think of how messed up they would be. what does one do in such a situation?

I have always maintained that Paris Hilton has serious mental health issues, but maybe this is a better explanation. She's making the best of her situation. Albeit a tad selfish, and short sighted, wouldn't we all do that?

Now remains the question, why are we so obsessed with her?

Save The Pig, the Chicken and don't forget the sheep

I'm an avid reader of SMH online, it helps me keep up to date on the latest happenings around the world (don't worry it's not my only source). The other day i read about how Pink had waged a war against Australian Wool. Many of you might not know that Australian wool, amongst other wool producers in the world have really low standards when it comes to animal rights. I won't go into detail, watch the lovely lassy pink explain it all, and I'll watch as your jaws drop at how people do this shit and get away with it.

The sad part is, I kept exploring the PETA website, and could only find more and more cruelty directed at animals. For example, did you know KFC doesn't get it's chickens to taste so good by tenderly loving them to death, but rather cutting their beaks off, over feeding them, pumping them with drugs, slitting their throats alive, dipping their bodies in hot water while they bleed...and you should see the footage of what KFC staff get up to with the chickens. I just don't get it, i really don't...how can people do this shit??? I can understand management turning a blind eye because they don't have to face the reality, but the floor staff who do this day in and day out. I sound like some sheltered kid, with no clue, but I don't get it???

Anyway, all this talk is boring, I'm continuing as planned (long before i wrote this, and saw the videos) to become a vegetarian by 2008. It's hard, but in this fucked up consumer society, the strongest way to influence decisions is through your money. Stop buying this shit and they'll stop making it. That's what I love about consumer marketing; the customer is always right!

I'm not here either

I don't love myself, not nearly as much as i should, and i'm not just talking about mastrubation. I don't love myself, the way a parent loves their child, unconditionally.

That was a loaded statement, not all parents love their children unconditionally.

You are not here

wow, what a week, more highs and lows than something...my mind is slipping. Had a great start to the week, got a lead role in a play which people will have to pay to see :-). Got into a part time course at NIDA, did drag...all in one week. It was brilliant, well it brought brilliance to what otherwise was a difficult week.

The housing arrangement is sorted, i'm soon to get unemployment benefits while i look for a job. Everything that was stressing me out had dissolved. But there was a huge gaping hole, i still felt incredibly sad and troubled.

It's been a tough couple of months, but it sort of seems to be heading downhill. I admitted to my friend the other day that i finally felt it was time for me to find myself a partner. What i meant was i really really need some love of the romantic kind in my life at the moment. I've always paraded myself as a fiercely independent person who doesnt need another soul to get by. And its true i don't. But as time goes by i'm starting to feel uneasy with that idea. You see, i always thought if the person next to me could fall in love, if people in general fall in love, it's bound to happen to me sometime. but it hasn't

I've had my occasional crush, and the fare share of people who want to sleep with me. But i don't connect with these people. If you are alone in a room and feel lonely, then that is perfectly reasonable, but to be in a room full of people and still feel alone is heart breaking.

House Blues

Oh Lord!!! Moving House blues have started hitting me. I think for the first time since leaving home i appreciate having lived with my folks. Maybe we didn't look hard enough, maybe it was bad timing, but with 2 weeks to go still we had no place to move to. Then i came up with a brilliant plan (selfish and 'thoughtless' as one selfish and thoughtless person described it) to continue to live in my current house, and get my 2 new housemates to move in here.


BRILLIANT you say, why didn't i think of this before you say? It's not as easy as it sounds

Over the weekend i had my new flatemates inspect the place, they loved it but couldn't agree on who was going to take the biggest room. I could tell one was going to overpower the other, but i knew it wouldnt be fair to force someone to take a room they didnt feel comfortable living in, and i wasn't going to go near that room either (for various reasons).

So now, as i write this post, I've just shot off an email to my agent asking we keep the place, and my trusty old (and now new) housemate puppet will stick around. He is not an actual puppet, just chooses to call him self that. I'm now left feeling bad; one of my new flaties will no longer be just that...grrr, i guess life isn't fair, and you gotta make the best of the situation. Thanks to good thinking I may have just saved myself alot of troubles...or have I????