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So hey – John Hodgman did the correspondent’s dinner and it was, predictably enough, awesome.  Damn theat Hodgman, with his boring tendency to be consistently hilarious!

There’s something sublime about talking Star Trek and Dungeons and Dragons and Conan the Barbarian to a president of the United States. And then calling him a nerd and a wingnut. And getting him to make the Vulcan “Live long and prosper” hand. And schooling him in the various brands of hobbits. And calling him the Quisatz Haderach…

Checkit.

… and asking the him a three-part question about the culture of the fictional world of Arrakis. The answers are “Shai Hulud”, “Thumper” and “The Water of Life”, by the way.

For those of you who already knew this – hello nerds.

How good is Obama? He’s switched on, good-humoured and clearly a huge geek even though he pretends not to know who Crom is. He also pretends to be a God-botherer, but hey – you gotta make a few PR sacrifices to be POTUS.

And, just ’cause Obama is awesome, here’s link to the musical registrar of the American experience, Tom Waits, singing Chocolate Jesus.

Okay. Ages ago, I gave some love to Stan Winston. Because he was awesome. And most folks don’t know who he was.

Now, I want to give it up for Ben Burtt, sound designer nonpareil. Because most folks don’t know who he is.

This is the guy who invented R2D2’s beeps and Wall-E’s interminable cuteness. He made TIE fighters scream like Tusken Raiders, made Darth Vader asthmatic before he was cartoonishly stupid,  put klaxons and bells into spaceships exploding… used WW2 aircraft engines for the Millenium Falcon.

My favourite story about Ben concerns Raiders of the Lost Ark. Story goes that he saw the rushes for the opening South America sequence and was stumped on the sound to put on the Forrestal’s skull turning towards Indy… what would be creepy enough? What would sound real?

Next morning, he found the answer in his breakfast; more specifically in a boiled egg. The cracking sound of  breaking the shell of a boiled egg – that’s Forrestal’s skull saying “hi” to Indy.

How awesome is that?

Wait, is this thing on?

Knowing was better than expected. No really.

Slumdog Millionaire cleaned up during this year’s awards season, and it’s not hard to see why.

However, it took me a while to form an opinion on Slumdog Millionaire and I was never sure why.

A friend and I sat for hours trying to pin-point what it was exactly that left us feeling like this film was not what everyone had made it out to be.

My friend came up with the surprisingly clever metaphor, in that Slumdog Millionaire was exactly the same as going to a party in someone else’s home town and hooking up with the hottest girl there, only to find out that everyone had already been there before you –sure it was beautiful but there have been millions of Bollywood films to explore Indian culture beforehand.

I had to agree, but personally, I felt that Baz Luhrmann was to blame.

For some reason, after seeing Australia, I just could not justify how much he was able to exploit everything Australian for the sake of another bullshit Hollywood film and I don’t see why Danny Boyle’s portrayal of Indian culture is any different, except for the fact that Boyle isn’t actually Indian.

Unlike City Of God, where director Fernando Meirelles actually made me feel as though I was gaining some insight into slum-life in Brazil, I think I’ve just become too sceptical and too aware of the amount of bullshit I am being fed to believe the same thing here – curtesy of Baz.

I always knew there was a lot of shit in Hollywood films; I liked to think of them as hotdogs – which I thoroughly enjoyed even though I knew what they were made of and watching Australia was like watching a hotdog being made, and once I realised exactly how much shit was in them and how much manipulation was involved in selling them, it just made the rest a lot harder to swallow.

And for Slumdog Millionaire to win Best Picture, just says to me that everyone in Hollywood is looking at it and thinking “well done guys, this is the type of film that demonstrates how much we have progressed as film-makers,” when realistically, this film still depicts the same Hollywood bullshit and romantic clichés as any other film, it’s just set to a different back-drop and exploiting a different culture.

I didn’t start this review with the intention of being critical; it’s just that in hindsight, the film was well made; I just wish Hollywood would just stick to ruining American culture and not fucking with the rest of the world.

But fuck it, I’m the one writing this thing and that’s my opinion – deal with it.

3.5/5

I have to admit; I think I love Paul Rudd. The man is hilarious. On a scale of man-crushes, he sits up there with Downey Jr. and Sam Rockwell, which is a pretty big call in itself. Role Models further confirms my faith in him as a comedy actor.

It seems that Judd Apatow has more pies around than he can stick fingers in at the moment and Role Models is just another notch on the belt.

Although Apatow was not actually attached to the movie in terms of production, direction or writing, his influence is highly present in the humour, the actors, the set-up, right through to the underlying morals and romantic tie-ins.

90% of comedy castings these days just mix and match Apatow regulars and the formula continues to pay off. Here, Rudd leads the recently absent Sean William Scott (Stiffler), the adorable Elizabeth Banks and everyone’s new favourite geek, Christopher Mintze-Plasse (McLovin).

Rudd and Scott play Danny and Wheeler, two energy-drink promoters, who are forced into a child-mentoring program after breaking the law. In a predictable twist of fate, once Danny and Wheeler warm to their initially uncontrollable kids, they learn important life lessons about friendship, love and blah, blah, blah.

Rudd’s character is perfectly suited to the dry, sarcastic humour, which he does so well. In that sense, he reminded me a lot of Cusack in High Fidelity; playing a cynical asshole, with enough charm to win the audience over. Similarly to Cusack, the reason Rudd may have suited the role so well is because he also co-wrote the screenplay.

McLovin’s schtick is hilarious, but a third time could wear thin, and see him go the same route as Jon Heder.

Sean William Scott brings back the immature man-boy charm that made him so likable in the American Pie franchise.

It is Jane Lynch’s bizarre role as the mentoring program’s founder that gets a majority of the laughs. She seems to make the most normal circumstances feel ridiculously awkward without leaving you cringing more than you laugh.

Role Models didn’t get much of a run at the cinemas, but I encourage everyone to get hold of it.

This is what Zak and Miri Make A Porno should have been!

3.5/5