Barry Egan vs. The Legislators
Having revisited P.T. Anderson's Punch-Drunk Love, I'm now convinced the film is his move towards "pure cinema". The screenplay is of little import. Anderson writes and tells his story predominately through the meaning of the elements on screen. The dialogue is almost superfluous - the multi-coloured lens flares are the film's equivalent of dialogue. A visual feast, I'm now a huge fan of this postmodern take on the romantic comedy and the patriarchy.
Speaking of the boorish patriarchy, today is as an important day in Australian politics. Accompanying the PM's announcement of an impending terrorist attack, the anti-terror laws and IR legislation (all 700 pages of it) have come before parliament. I haven't yet read the legislation (nobody except the Coalition has had time), but I smell a rat. Or should I say - I smell a rodent.
When I think about our current leaders I can't shake the image of a bunch of smiling former private school boys (I say a bunch, because I'm a former private school boy, and I'm not smiling) slapping each other across the backs about productivity and will-to-power individualism. They're the type of mob that Barry Egan (Adam Sandler) would want to smash in the face.
Okay, okay. Not all of our elected representatives (on both sides) warrant a fight with the almighty Barry Egan. But a lot of them do.
Hmm. If Barry were in a fight with our noteworthy politicians, how would he fare? Howard wouldn't turn up (not one of his "core promises"). Costello and Andrews would be creamed. Alexander Downer would start crying. Brendan Nelson might fare a little better. Beazley as well, he'd charge like Obelix in the Asterix comics - but then trip over his own feet. Kevin Rudd would feign illness. My money is on Tony Abbott. There is a Ninja lurking inside our Health Minister.
END NOTE: After over a decade, Bert Newton is leaving both Network Ten and Good Morning Australia. Bert at his best is the quintissential Australian television personality, and I hope his move to the Nine Network (if the rumours are true) sees him with more to do than interview has-beens and segue to informercials trumpeting the now infamous "Here's Moira" (R.I.P.).
Speaking of the boorish patriarchy, today is as an important day in Australian politics. Accompanying the PM's announcement of an impending terrorist attack, the anti-terror laws and IR legislation (all 700 pages of it) have come before parliament. I haven't yet read the legislation (nobody except the Coalition has had time), but I smell a rat. Or should I say - I smell a rodent.
When I think about our current leaders I can't shake the image of a bunch of smiling former private school boys (I say a bunch, because I'm a former private school boy, and I'm not smiling) slapping each other across the backs about productivity and will-to-power individualism. They're the type of mob that Barry Egan (Adam Sandler) would want to smash in the face.
Okay, okay. Not all of our elected representatives (on both sides) warrant a fight with the almighty Barry Egan. But a lot of them do.
Hmm. If Barry were in a fight with our noteworthy politicians, how would he fare? Howard wouldn't turn up (not one of his "core promises"). Costello and Andrews would be creamed. Alexander Downer would start crying. Brendan Nelson might fare a little better. Beazley as well, he'd charge like Obelix in the Asterix comics - but then trip over his own feet. Kevin Rudd would feign illness. My money is on Tony Abbott. There is a Ninja lurking inside our Health Minister.
END NOTE: After over a decade, Bert Newton is leaving both Network Ten and Good Morning Australia. Bert at his best is the quintissential Australian television personality, and I hope his move to the Nine Network (if the rumours are true) sees him with more to do than interview has-beens and segue to informercials trumpeting the now infamous "Here's Moira" (R.I.P.).
posted by Damien at 8:07 pm
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I think there's a health minister lurking inside our ninja.
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