Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Notting Hell.

Poor Hilary Duff. The Perfect Man dive-bombs at the box office - and in fairness, not without reason (although note to the woman who had a little conversation on her mobile phone at Enfield Cineworld; no movie is bad enough to deserve that, not even Problem Child 2) - and then she starts taking crap for her weight loss at the MTV Video Music Awards...

I liked Cineworld when it was UGC. Mainly those little spots with their name that used to come up - you could imagine "Welcome to UGC Cinemas - It's almost time for the main feature" coming up in French, UGC being a French company and all. I think they'd play better in French, frankly. Now they're all being rebranded as Cineworld, which makes for more places where my Unlimited card has access, but loses something in return.

Nicole Kidman's wiggle helped Bewitched. The one lower down, that is. All her lesser movies should be required to have scenes inserted of her being totally naked from the front and back; wouldn't The Interpreter have been better, for instance, if that famed Australian behind had been on display?

This weekend was my cue to avoid Notting Hill. Carnival time there; party time, fun for others, crowdy noisy pain for me.

I hate hurricanes as well. If one attacked Britain, would smart-ass sixth form Guardian letter writers make cracks about Kyoto?

Recently, Brazilian transsexual star Camila de Castro committed suicide. This was, understandably, not widely reported outside of Brazil or certain circles; Vicki Richter said on her Yahoo! club that her demise wouldn't cause a ripple in the US. It does show how different things are there and here; though I understand T-girls still have some kind of stigma in South America, it's not quite as bad as in the US or here, where they're even more of a freak show of the underground type. A long way to go before we're as understanding and accepting of all types as we say we are.

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