Tuesday, May 11, 2004

Time To Talk Movies Again.

So I had a bit of waiting time on one of the train stations on my way home yesterday again, so I hit the cd/dvd-store and found a charming little dvd that I bought, took home, and watched later that evening. It's the movie The Man Who Sued God and I'm gonna damn well discuss it now. Because I find a few things very amusing about the whole thing.

First of all, the concept is great. No, this isn't as stupid as the title sounds (although part of the movie *IS* about how stupid the concept sounds when formulated like that), this movie makes several really good points and is rather well-filmed, well-acted, etc., too. The movie stars Billy Connolly as a former attourney who decided on a fisherman lifestyle instead. Where this usually is the concept of a standard-formula, sappy Hollywood movie about coming to terms with what you want instead of abiding the career pressure society puts on us, that is actually WHERE THE MOVIE STARTS. The sappy Hollywood movie would end there, but we've all seen it before, so TMWSG starts off with Billy leaving his boat to go eat dinner with his ex-wife, with whom he still has a friendly relationship. A storm turns up as he does so, and a lightning bolt blows his boat into smithereens. He's not too bothered at first, because he's sure the insurance company will pay up. After all, why else do you have insurance if not to help you out financially in unforseen situations ?
Wrong. The company claims this falls in the category 'acts of God' which aren't covered. Needless to say, Billy's character, Steve Myers, doesn't leave it at that and tries to sue. Having been a lawyer before, he already knows it's kind of hopeless, until he sees another way - he could sue God. Rather, His representatives on this planet, so, the Church. After all, if God is responsible, as the insurance companies claim, He should pay up for his boat, which was still being paid off and was simultaneously his only means for making a living AND his home.
As with any good character piece in our Western culture, he's battling a major force, because the lawyers, the insurance companies, and the Church are all in bed with one another on this and happily take on this fool who tries to sue the Big Man. Myers then proceeds to play the media (aided by a reporter he initially, drunk as a lord, accidentally harassed in a restaurant before, but who's intrigued with what Myers is trying to do) and becomes a whole lot less of a fool in the public's eyes. So the case goes to court, and Myers kicks some ass with several very good points (and the case gradually becomes a class action sue) until the opponents start to fight dirty. They get the reporter fired, the ex-wife and her husband are suddenly denied the loan they're depending on, things are looking like Myers will be seperated from his daughter, the media are spinning the story the other way around again, displaying him and the reporter no longer as heroic noble people fighting the good cause but as con artists looking for a quick buck. The only way out to get some justice without losing face is a moral victory, which they end up getting. The cinematic tricks used in the movie were great, the story's written in a very mature and intelligent way, the humour - for this IS a comedy, although you can't tell too well most of the time - is witty and surprisingly well-dosed, with the exception of Connolly hardly any of the cast are top performers but the acting is so well that you quickly forget you've never seen these people before and you just get sucked into the story, the 'noble hero trick' card (as semi-explained in the movie The Majestic) is well-played, with an unexpected - though (undeservedly) online heavily criticised as flawed, poorly constructed, weak etc. - ending that put you back into reality, where big fights like these ARE faught but often settled, or they indeed (as proposed as an outcome in the story) will drag on for decades, and barely ever any good comes from it. The moral victory is convincing (I thought) and a great, realistic way out of a major dillemma - quit the fight and no justice is archieved, or win and come off as a greedy con artist.
I recommend watching this movie, if you're into actually GOOD STORIES which are well-filmed without too many standard Hollywood tricks to them. What's even more amusing to me - on top of all the good legal and theosophical and theological points that are being made, as well as the great main concept to begin with - is that Connolly, who in this movie plays a reasonably average downtrodden man from the streets fighting corrupt insurance companies to get one of their most profitable tricks out of their greedy hands, represents the major international banking/insurance company I work for in the commercials in Australia, the country where this movie was filmed and released. That's right - Connolly represents ING, in a set of advertisements stressing how easy and straightforward ING is to bank or insure with in those parts, and I could never see the point of it, since I only know Connolly as the hilarious but foulmouthed stand-up comedian he is in his shows as broadcasted by BBC. NOW it makes a lot more sense that he was recruited for that very marketing purpose - he's, in a way, still Steve Myers, and the marketing concept is that ING is nothing like those companies.
Well, I won't get into wether they are or aren't like that. All I know is that the ING's money I've wasted while writing this during office hours must've come from somewhere. Sorry, Billy. Or Steve. I can't tell if ING pulls any nasty legal tricks in insurance since I'm only a web designer and I know jack shit about the ING's *actual* services. But I'm pretty sure all bankers and insurers are about equally corrupt. Let's just leave it at that.

Sunday, May 09, 2004

The Boys In Room 519.

Alright, that's over again. I am back in the Lands Which Are Nether, and Stockholm will slowly turn into an idealized memory again instead of the city I wake up in.
We had an awful time ! The weather was horrible, we got stuck in the poorest damn part of town, we were mugged countless times, there were barely any women anywhere and the ones that were there were hideous and really nasty to us, I hated the city itself, the hotel was crap, -- I don't even know where to begin.
Or, none of the above happened. We in fact stayed at a rather luxurious hotel in the posh side of town (three blocks from a Lamborghini dealership should be a sufficient clue), the weather was - as seems to be the trend whenever I go on vacation anymore - unseasonably hot and in fact very pleasant, people were nothing but friendly and helpful to us, we had a great time, the city is an awesome place, the women.. well.. wow :) If you like women at al, you won't be disappointed in Stockholm, view-wise at least, let's just say that much and leave it there. My calves hurt like hell because the gravity there seems to have been turned up a notch compared to the Netherlands, and we walked a LOT, so I'm sure my legs are back in great shape now. The city is gorgeous, the ports are amazing places to stroll around, the museums I didn't get round to visiting inside had some great sculptures outside of international acclaim, I got a lot of really good rest and sleep, we had good times, good food, what can I say ? I had a VACATION.
The downsides ? Let's see. Liptonice is something they don't seem to have discovered yet (only the no-bubbles peach etc. variants), which was a major bummer, especially when going out. I had to settle for whiskey-cokes and usually we got Jack Daniels which is my all times least favourite poison. Comics are almost non-existant there, there's no comics scene worth mentioning that I found (admittedly I was only there for three days, and on the last night someone DID tip me off that there's a big comics store there, but I haven't had the opportunity to check it out). Vik had a bit of a nasty experience that last night with the drunk boyfriend of a girl he was chatting with.
But that's about it. The most negative experience there was having to leave, really.
The language is intriguing, I might try to learn more of it (I picked up a few words in the short time we spent there, but it still didn't even barely allow me to follow any conversations) and the currency is just INSANE. The Dollar and Euro are sort of alike, so imagine that everything 'costs' about 11 times more. That's how it goes there - you feel like a millionaire with thousands in your wallet, but it's just a few hundreds and a good night out means it's spent. Still, I didn't hold back on the spending and only ended up spending some 400 Euros worth.
There's lots more to tell, and I shot some great pictures (if they come out well) but I'm really tired and Satan's glad I'm home again (despite an excellent job from our cat sitter, the cats look in good shape !) so he's on my lap trying to get my attention. I should probably get offline. Talk with you later folks !

Tuesday, May 04, 2004

Things Have A Way Of Making Sense.. In A Bad Way.


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Thanks, Greg :)
It makes sense, too - if it had been MY vacation (as in, nobody else would be tagging along) I wouldn't have worried at all about the damn train crap. I'd just have dived in adventurously and simply be sure of myself that I'll make it there, one way or another. But now my friend Viktor is tagging along, I've been running all over the place trying to get everything taken care of. Also, a general idea of what has kept me busy: I worked my ass off at work to make sure things are taken care of for my clients and the coworkers who take care of stuff the next couple of days won't encounter too much work or trouble; I made as sure as possible someone would look after the cats; I made sure to instruct the Probeersel.com staff to keep an eye on things for our audience (so that if the site would go down, it wouldn't be down until I return) and also keep an eye out for the artists' stuff n things; I'm even currently working my ass off to try and get something finished for someone else that isn't even due until the end of this month.
Yes. I am Schindler's List. Appropriately so, too, when all of Holland is remembering WWII today and tomorrow.
Anyway, just wanted to let you all know that things sorta turned out - with a lot of extra effort - and the only thing stopping my vacation is, well, basically the train company.
We'll see, tomorrow. Later folks.

Should Have Taken The Week Off And Slept.

Good gawd.
I knew it. I KNEW IT. As soon as I woke up. It was gonna be one of those mornings, if not days, that EVERYTHING would go wrong. And I accepted it, got up against better judgement, barged right into one hellishly messy public transportation disaster trip where I had to transfer as often as you can on that trip, arrived very late at the office, tried my best to avoid impending disasters that would take more than the two days I work this week, failed at that, of course, then had to hurry to my train at six to make it home by eight, encountered the very same disaster trip, except that the train I transferred into in Utrecht split up and of course MY part went straight back the same way I came, costing me a total of an hour.
I couldn't reach our cat sitter during that time, who was supposed to come over at eight, so I called Vik to make sure he'd be home, arrived home a little after nine, no cat sitter. OF COURSE NOT. He may have tried to call, but of course, for the first time in the two+ years that we've lived here, the cats had knocked the phone off the hook in the attic, so there's no way he could have reached me. So I leave a dozen messages on his voice mail, try to reach him through any other phone number I have handy where he might be at, only end up leaving more messages, waiting, waiting, waiting. It's past midnight now, and I decided to dial in to at least check my mail n stuff. I'm drop dead exhausted, I'm facing another disaster trip tomorrow morning, and I can't really go to sleep because we NEED A CAT SITTER !!!
*breaks down, sobbing*
Why does life always have to be so fucking hard ?! WHY CAN'T ANYTHING EVER GO AS PLANNED ?!!!!

Worst part is, this train disaster stuff will continue all week, and we have to be at Schiphol rather early on Wednesday. I can just SEE this going wrong.
Ahwell.
Worst comes to worst, we won't get to see Stockholm. It would suck, but I'll still have a five day weekend. And it would probably save me money. But it would SUCK. A free trip and I just know something will happen to prevent me from actually TAKING it.
It's raining there today, I happened to see on the broadcast. If I do miss my trip, I hope the damn city is FLOODED with rain. I'll sit home on the couch and watch the weather broadcast, drinking a nice cool drink. And there'd be no need for a cat sitter, either.
Fuck, I'm pissed off. I hate this shit. I need a vacation. *SIGH*

Sunday, May 02, 2004

Countdown



Just a few more days and I'm - technically - out of Europe once again. At least to my recollection, Sweden wasn't part of the whole union thing yet - I could be wrong. But I'm pretty sure I won't be paying with Euros and WILL have to show my passport.
Should be fun - my first 'own' trip WITHIN this continent. I've been overseas plenty of times, and technically I've gone to Britain a few years back on a short weekend, but the only border-crossing I did on the mainland here were on trips with my parents when I was younger. I'm excited !
I haven't been working on comics much this weekend - not at all, in fact. Been too busy trying to get this house in an acceptable state for someone else to stay in. A friend of ours, Juriaan, will be catsitting during those four days that Viktor and I will be out of the country.

Just found out (by reading Greg's blog) that Greg celebrates his bday on the very same day I return. However, I have no clue what time I'll be home - it is reasonably bound to be late in the evening, to be honest. So, Greg, I congratulate you now, and try to turn it into a good day. The 18th birthday isn't all that special - speaking from own experience - but it comes with nice perks. You're a 'real' adult in this country now.
Now, the NINTEENTH birthday, on the other hand... doesn't come with too many perks (If I remember correctly, you're allowed to work with wild bulls) but that one was a lot more impressive if I recall. Can't quite remember how I celebrated it anymore but it was good.

Probeersel.com will be in hands of the quite capable staff while I'm gone. And my comics will continue to run. I'm sure I mentioned that before but just to be safe, I'll repeat myself. Everything seems to be taken care of, except for two more days of work coming up. I will try to work on The Grim DotCom at least a bit in those two days, but I'll also have some other stuff to do, so I kind of doubt I'll be posting anything else before I leave on Wednesday. And, well, I'm going to a country with a reputation for being full of beautiful, willing women. So expect not to hear from me again until next weekend ;)
Seeya folks !