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The seven dwarfs always left early each morning to go to work in the mine. As always, Snow White stayed home doing her domestic chores.
As lunchtime approached, she would prepare their lunches and take them to the mine.
One day as she arrived at the mine with the lunches, she saw that there had been a terrible cave-in. Tearfully, and fearing the worst, Snow White began calling out, hoping against hope that the dwarfs had somehow survived.
“Hello. Hello!” she shouted. “Can anyone hear me? Hello!” For a long while, there was no answer. Losing hope, Snow White again shouted, “Hello! is anyone down there?”
Just as she was about to give up all hope, she heard a faint voice from deep within the mine, “VOTE FOR Bill Shorten!” Snow White fell to her knees and prayed, Oh, thank you, God! At least Dopey is still alive!
You won’t find Dirty Harry riding The 15:17 To Paris.
Clint Eastwood’s career has always had an adventurous streak. Against the Harry Callahan movies and the vengeful cowboy of High Plains Drifter, there’s Jersey Boys and Any Which Way But Loose. But the 15:17 to Paris is a daring exercise all the same. Clint brought in the three young Americans who subdued the gunman in 2015 to play themselves.
Spencer Stone, Anthony Skarlatos and Anthony Sadler are not professional actors and it showed. Their self-consciousness is evident, and at times they sound as if they’re improvising their conversations from memory. A risky decision that weakens the impact of the movie? Perhaps. It depends what sort of a movie Mr Eastwood was trying to make.
Safe bet that by bringing in the real life heroes, Clint was making a clear choice to not deliver another standard thriller. Or a ‘Based On True Events’ doctoring that’s loaded to the eyeballs with fake drama.
The movie actually spends very little time on the train itself. Maybe fifteen minutes in all – I wasn’t watching the clock. Preceding that the movie concerns itself with the lives of the three as schoolboys and then as young men. Spencer and Anthony attended a Christian school, so God gets more screen time than he’s had since The Passion Of The Christ. More than enough to make modern lefty Hollywood uncomfortable, I dare say.
The 15:17 To Paris is not an adrenaline rush. If you want cinema thrills on a train, go see The Commuter or pick up Source Code at the video hire. But I do recommend you rush to the cinema, if the local situation is indicative. In Perth, after just two weeks, the movie is showing on just three screens… one session a day.
Gregoryno6: Thanks for the heads up, this appears to be one of those ‘must see’ flicks.
New flash one march . Julie Bishop wants the taxpayers to fork out $32,000 for her boofheaded boyfriend’s travel expenses as he romps around the world with her. She says she doesn’t have to reveal his financial situation because that is private.
Is there no end to the sense of entitlement of these parliamentary leaches?
Two hours later I went searching for the article and surprise, surprise, it has been taken down. Strange how that happens.
Ed swiped it and posted in on MM.
Nix JB. Albert’s was posted @ 08:13. Mine @ 05:50.
I don’t have to reveal my chronological situation because that is private.
The feminist thingy has gone from the sublime to the ridiculous. Doritos have now brought our Lady Chips which are crunchless. Johnny Walker have brought out Jane Walker, lady scotch. Bic have brought out lady pens supposedly because women hold pens differently to men.
S’pose blokes aren’t allowed to eat chips, drink scotch or take notes while waiting for the significant female other to become a mother – http://www.news.com.au/lifestyle/parenting/pregnancy/the-words-midwives-want-banned-from-the-delivery-room/news-story/995655fe7ceb6352e9685d1a7e0d8831
Random (stray) thread
.Another Australian web site carries an article about the moronically p.c movie,”Black Panther”.
The name of the fake African nation is wrong. It should be”Wankanda”
We should get a local version made for Canberra. Put Shorten at one end of the couch and Barnaby at the other.
“What about Gillard?”, I hear you say.
You’re gonna need a bigger couch.
Make that TWO couches.
One for Bill and Barns, the other for Jooolya and Killary.
Extra wide on the second, please.
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