I am a little perplexed as to what has happened to Aung San Suu Kyi. She won all sorts of awards including the Nobel Peace Prize, was always in the news in a good way - and then she was released from house arrest, joined the Myanmar government and you hardly heard a peep from her regarding her old beliefs of democracy and human rights. She popped up in the news because of the Rohingya persecution a couple of years ago as she refused to say or do much about it, and now she's defending the military government over the accusation of genocide. I only have bad thoughts as to why she is. For reasons I can guess at but have no proof in a way, she's like a mirror image of herself.
I think the bastards have finally worn her down. ("Nil illegitemii carborundum") After a lifetime of dealing with the generals, 20 years of house arrest, losing her children and not being allowed to see her dying husband she suddenly found herself freed and working with the enemy.
At first when news of the atrocities came through, she may have been persuaded to justify them on riots and disturbances by illegal migrants, but the continued horrors are so out of her pacifist nature, I suspect she has been "brain-washed" to some extent by the military junta.
I pity her. Now in her mid 70s she still holds power. I shudder to think what may occur if she wasn't there.
Travel! Set out and head for pastures new[br] Life tastes the richer when you’ve road worn feet.[br]Ibn Battuta[br]
It would be interesting to know whether her expressed views in this situation reflect those of the Burmese population who have supported her all these years. After all, there have been on and off wars against the various minorities in the country for years.
Perhaps also people from the outside have projected all kinds of things on Suu Kyi as a reflection of opposition to a particularly distasteful military junta. Given that her father led Burmese nationalist opposition to the British in their fight for independence, it would not be surprising that she herself is also a Burmese nationalist and doesn't like the various minorities.
Has anyone else noticed that almost every movie nowadays contains a scene with someone vomiting?
Puking is almost as ubiquitous as smoking cigarettes in films. And far more ubiquitous than in real life. I mean, once you’ve outgrown childhood tummy upsets and college overdrinking, how often does anyone throw up? Even including morning sickness for moms-to-be and Montezuma’s Revenge for travelers, and chemotherapy for cancer patients, vomiting is still pretty uncommon. But not in films. Why is that?
I’m not the only one who noticed this. In this weekend’s Wall Street Journal:
“And the winner for the best upchuck is...
By Joe Queenan Dec. 12, 2019 12:45 pm ET
In the new film “Knives Out,” Ana de Armas plays a nurse’s aide who gets sick to her stomach whenever she tells a lie. I’m guessing that by using this device again and again, the director is poking fun at the preposterous ubiquity of vomiting in movies today. He cannot possibly think that such on-screen unpleasantness is an original idea. (If he is, I throw up my hands.) The obligatory puking scene has been a staple of motion pictures for about 15 years now; I rarely watch two consecutive films without seeing someone get violently ill. And though cinematic retching was once a male-dominated activity, in a victory for women’s equality, it is female stars whose regurgitation has recently risen. The normally dignified Anne Hathaway gags with grit and gusto in “Oceans 8,” Natalie Portman gets an upset tummy in “Annihilation” and Saoirse Ronan pukes with pep and purpose in “Brooklyn.” The inability to hold one’s food down is a memorable feature in “Bridesmaids” and “Pitch Perfect.” And in “Spy,” Melissa McCarthy barfs from a balcony, adding an aerodynamic component to the statutory gross-out scene. Like the cop stripped of his gun and badge for violating department protocol, or like the obligatory query “Are you all right?” after someone has been shot, bludgeoned or stabbed, the upchuck scene is now a compulsory element in today’s motion pictures. Puking is as common as the sequence where a man punches a woman in the face, and only slightly less revolting.
Still, the repeated retching—or threat to retch—in “Knives Out” is a relatively new development. Most of the time, directors get the rote heaving scene out of the way early in the film and then move on to serious issues. Not here. Of course, in “Knives Out,” Rian Johnson may have been influenced by last year’s Oscar-nominated barf-fest “The Favorite.” In that film, Oscar winner Olivia Colman and Oscar nominees Rachel Weisz and Emma Stone conspire to pull off the never-before-attempted turbulent tummy trifecta. When Ms. Colman parts company with the contents of her innards roughly 30 minutes in, the question is not why she does it—but why has it taken so long? Most of these scenes occur in mass-market comedies, shoot-em-ups or horror films. But let it be noted that even the stately Daniel Day-Lewis got violently ill thanks to poisoned mushrooms in the 2017 art-house film “Phantom Thread.” By persuading the Western world’s greatest actor to gag on cue, the powers-that-be in the industry seemed to be saying to aspiring thespians: If you’re not willing to puke on screen, then you’d better find another line of work. On-screen vomiting has become not just a rite of passage but a job requirement. No puke? No pay. Yet it’s still true that no one—not Rooney Mara (“Carol”), not Brie Larson (“Room”), not Zooey Deschanel (“Rock the Kasbah”)—can hold a candle to Linda Blair, who delivered the most memorable vomiting scene of all time in “The Exorcist.” This is the uber-upchuck interlude against which all others must be judged—the Heisman of Heaving, the Pulitzer of Puke. Nearly a half-century after the film debuted, no one has come close to taking the crown. True, Ms. Blair got help from Satan on that one, but her performance remains the unchallenged gold standard for gagging, the Babe Ruth of barfers. Still, don’t count out our golden age of big-screen vomiting. As the Bambino himself would say, records were made to be broken.
Considering the number of movies that I see, I have started to categorize the quality of the puking that I see, since 95% of it is fake. On the rare occasions where it appears that the puking is real, I want to shout 'bravo' because this is a one-take event. I doubt that anybody can puke several times in a row if they need more takes.
At least 75% of the puking scenes are pathetic -- just the one mouthful that they spit out when the director yells 'action!' That is not a puke in my book.
I have to remember I'm living in Germany. Twice now this has happened. I'm introduced to a woman and her mother. I say I thought you were sisters. Both look blank at me and re-state no, mother and daughter.
I'm quite happy to have an excessive quantity of DVDs to watch since we are now in lockdown in France. And when I get tired of that, there are countless things to watch in replay on television. But I do not do "streaming" yet and am not a customer of Netflix, etc. But if all of this lasts for 6 months, who knows?
All of those zombie films of recent years were an excellent tutorial for knowing what to do in the next phase. Those of you who avoided seeing the zombie films will be the first to be eliminated of course.
Why oh why do i always think that a remote control is broken before imagining that changing the batteries might help? Today, I was even thinking that a new DVD might be defective due to not responding to my commands.
First, always take the battery cover off, put your thumb on the batteries and move your thumb back and forth a few times to spin the batteries. This will clean the end of the battery and the contacts and may well get it working again.