The Film Was awesome...

i advise you now, seriously, stop talking! your last posts have made me crack up so much, and i assure you you're making a complete fool of yourself. anyone reading this, please speak up. so you say you're thirty? thats actually amazing. i've come across ignorant people in my time, but you have knocked it up a notch. "the apple never falls far from the tree." are you serious?? really? is this just a big joke? if you actually knew anything about history you'd know that the only reason british came to australia was because the crime rate was so high there they couldn't fit people into their prisons. after less than a year, most people were being deported consciously, to get away from england. i am actually descended from someone who was sent here because they stole a bread crust. a BREAD CRUST. so i guess i have an excuse if i turn out to be a rapist, by your pathetic logic.

furthermore, doesn't that fact signify the crappiness of the english state? people wanted to leave so intensely. adding to that, cudos on being the descendent of a people who deport their citizens for stealing bread. though..i guess if they were as screwed up as you are now, you cant really blame them.

moving on, you said i dont know anything about australian history? well..seeing as you had nothing to justify that with, i'll assume you were speaking out of your arse. now, i will educate you. on the issue of aboriginals, i think you will find that the british govt(your grandpa) sent their people(indeed, my grandpa) to australia, under the orders to COLONISE there. now, seeing as you're such a moral genius, tell me which crime is worse;
1) stealing a bread crust to escape the depression of an overpopulated country.
or
2) ordering the genicide of an entire race of people.

as far as 'cogent' arguments go, yours was far from. though i like a good chuckle, and look forward to the contents of your arse that you will undoubtedly serve here later

I like the old adage "you can wrestle with a pig, but you'll both end up covered in pigpoop"

The film is interesting in the way it plays fast and loose with stereotypical conventions. For the unimaginative, the desperate need to decipher meaning and intent, may override the simple artistic motives of director and crew.
A frame of reference beyond populist junk like LOTR might prove useful.

I don't think it's a masterpiece, but I do very much like the art direction, costumes, sets and cinematography, so I can easily enjoy it without feeling the need to justify my tastes, or seek deeper meaning in the depths of my no doubt boundless intellect. I might get angry if I couldn't understand it, and that would be vewy vewy bad.

I'd place it in the same grey area of historical bizarre as Jubilee, Map of the Human Heart, and Branagh's Richard III, where historical accuracy and conventional narrative are most certainly not intended as the most obvious points of reference. The flow is smooth, and the off kilter historical allusions to turning points in British history always cause me to snicker over my warm beer and bland food.

If you want nuance-free simplistic comic book memes, try any of the Power Rangers movies. A good explosion may be welcome in isolation, but as a basis for an entire movie, it hardly merits comments deeper than "dat woz gr8" or "it woz briliyunt"

While i don't expect anyone to share my opinions down to the last huzzah, I do think that simplistic and poorly thought out critiques tend to prove only the absence of a logical analaytical process. In this case, the empty vessel certainly makes the most noise, and the dysfunctional racist drivel contained within its noissome ramblings serve only to highlight that loudness is no substitute for articulacy.

I look forward to seeing some of Krusty the Klown's future masterpieces in my local arthouse. I shall of course heckle all the way through, simply for the sake of obstroperous imbecility. We Brits obviously have the bestest and vainest evening class flim studies geniuses evah, so I feel it necessary sometimes to point out that their feet of clay are somewhat at odds with the egotistical monomania they so effortlessly exhibit.
But then, I do enjoy watching people make complete asses of themselves on teh interweb, with scant regard for minor details like cogency, grammar and manners.
As my kindergarten Shakespearean studies tutor might not have said:
" what the Puck is he on about?"

feel the love.