| Saturday, September 04, 2004 |
 | Vindicated, but still depressed. To think just of the cars, the trains, the buses that transported the noncebait and their tragically unemployed adult co-stars, extras, key grips, clapper loaders to the filming, from the filming, to the filming, from the filming. The pulse of the road, the platform, the permanent way, the flexions of people in, out, in out. And for what? For this.....shit.
Just look at the fucking trailer. Look at it. There was no need for that to happen. Computers were not created to make this happen. Children were not born as actors or audience. One day, the stars of this film will pause from writing all the possibilities for changing their identities on the walls of secure cells in their own blood and weep as one. Probably when they see the trailer for Baby Geniuses 3. Not even Charles can take charge of this catastrophe. Incidentally, is it me or does Scott Baio look worryingly like Big from Sex and the the City? Just me, then? OK.
Speaking of Sony, it seems MirrorMask is still slated for a theatrical release - proof if proof were needed that the geek actually have inherited the Earth. I confess to a certain interest in this, having been (very briefly) an extra in it. Early signs are not promising. The heroine is a young girl running away from the circus. Running away from the circus. The circus.
Do you see?
As you may have noticed, the outside world is too depressing to engage with at present. I may open the curtains later. Consider this question honestly: do pictures of soldiers carrying the bodies of half-naked children affect you more when it's happening outside Iraq or the Sudan? Are you kind of used to pictures of mutilated Iraqi and Sudanese children?
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