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Applying fixative to:

The vivid purple vase at Gillian's place. Didn't it go well with the barbie-pink hair?

The half-natural, half artificial noh-inspired stylised gesturing from The Actor's Revenge. Not that you really need reminding, you'll be doing it for the next 24 hours.

Being called Miss at Oddbins. It sure as hell beats being called Madam.

way too brightLaurie Zimmer's character in Assault on Precinct 13. You're probably going to be disappointed by the remake. Oh well.

Little Alice, now one day old. Ask about visitors tomorrow, becuase that mad cockerel toy you bought needs a home.

The housedoctors, ruining Elle's life; the sale on the flat fell through, and now her husband wants to remove all personal photographs, stop her using the kitchen, and put the sofa in storage. Oh, the mundanity.

Home network admin stuff meant that Damian gave me back some of my old photos. He got bored around June 2004. But that's OK, that covers most of it ...

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cleanskies
11th Feb, 2005 16:37 (UTC)
the remake of Assault on Precinct 13
Yes, I was disappointed by it, especially by the sexism and racism. Given that we're over 20 years further on now, I was hoping for something more progressive, not less, however ...

The original plot (a revenge attack by hopped-up gang members on a closing-down Precinct House forces the final night's skeleton crew into an uneasy alliance with a transefer bus of prisoners who stopped off to give one of them some medical treatment) had been updated, complicated, and the visceral impact of the original scattered, and dissipated.

In this year's version, Ethan Hawke is a cop on the edge -- with a pill and booze habit, haunted by the memories of a drug bust gone wrong where his colleagues both got killed. It's New Year's Eve and he's a man going down; babysitting an empty Precinct House with a nymphomaniac secretary with a thing for bad guys and a cop who's celebrating his imminent retirement.

Then drugs kingpin Lawrence Fishburn, on transfer, gets suspiciously diverted to the near-empty sector house, doubtless for a rescue and/or assassination bid. Then the titular assault happens. Except, twist! The people doing the assassination are actually Gabriel Byrne's squad of bent coppers.

... which, unfortunately, makes no sense at all. The bent drug squad could have walked into the Precinct House. The locals would have welcomed them. There was a strung-out junkie in the next door cell; a swift knife through the ribs and frame-up would have sufficed. Failing that, two canisters of tear gas through the front door and an "attack" followed by a staged "rescue" which unfortunately failed to save Fishburn would have done. When a later twist reveals that the bent coppers had an inside man anyway, the situation becomes even more absurd. The idea that everyone in the sector house had to be eliminated just in case Big Kingpin crim had "told them something" was equally daft. Desk, retired, and secretary will not bring down the house on the most famous drug squad in town, no matter what secrets they've been told.

In fact (and I went back to the original as I thought this) the plot makes no sense unless you assume that the attackers are insane. Which didn't square with the Byrne character. But let's for a moment leave aside the absurdity (along with fantastical "flash" grenades, helicopters, large and airy sewers, sneaking around in snow, mobile phone "jamming", etc. etc.) and look at the sexist and racist aspects of the film.