Beastly, that's what it is.
Will the world's complainers never learn?
The Scotsman, July 15, reports on the Tintin in the Congo furore.
DAYS after it was labelled "racist", a Tintin adventure book is flying off the shelves with sales soaring by almost 4,000%.
The Belgian comic strip was condemned by Commission for Racial Equality (CRE) bosses for apparently making black people "look like monkeys and talk like imbeciles".
(link thanks to mr j)
There's something admirable about the British in the way they will help themselves to the thing they were told was forbidden. I'm sure it's not just the British, but I was alarmed watching some folks in a 'dry' borough of Alabama on the tv last night ranting against booze, which they have never tried in the lives apparently. So it's definitely not the Alabamalamians. That was me, I'd be off to give it a few serious licks pronto. I'm reminded of an occasion when I did the very thing. I went in to see a movie for no other reason than that some picketers outside the cinema stopped me to sign a petition against it. I made it clear to them that I was now going to change my plan for the evening and go directly inside to see it entirely because they were telling me not to, and worse than that, trying to enlist me to tell other people likewise. Anyway, it was Borowczyk's La Bete (the Beast, 1975). I can't remember anything about it except a girl being chased through the woods to the strains of a Scarlatti harpsichord sonata. That link is to the Internet Movie Data Base and there's a guy there (EVOL666) remembering it better than me:
"THE BEAST is a film that I find kind of hard to rate. The cinematography itself is quite eye-catching and the sets, costumes and locations are elaborate. The plot is a little convoluted and seems to take it self awfully seriously for what ends up being such an unintentionally hilarious film about a chick boning a rat-bear. A good bit of tits, ass, and hairy 70's French bushes to help make up for the dull first half of the film. I have to honestly say, that if it weren't for the graphic scenes of the BEAST spackling all over the willing maiden, this film would have been a real bore - that is unless you like dull dialog and some graphic horse sex. The plot involves something about a monster in the woods that some French aristocrat chick screwed back in the day. Eventually you see "THE BEAST", which looks like a guy dressed in a giant rat-bear costume with a horse cock attached to it. The scene takes place with the aristocrat woman running around the forest looking for a lost sheep. The sheep ends up dead and the woman gets scared. THE BEAST pops up, rapes the chick and shoots 400 gallons of spunk all over her. Eventually the chick starts to enjoy the beast's "attention" which results in some pretty novel simulated sex scenes, including an unnervingly erotic foot masturbation scene where the woman jerks the beast off with her feet.
Right, I'm off to complain about the obscenities on this blog.
Gallery hopes Stella Vine's naive portraits and colourful biography will bring in the crowds at first major show. -Maev Kennedy-Guardian-Saturday July 14.
"Jolly good luck to her," David Lee said. "She is a hopeless, hopeless painter - but she's done very well."
LONDON (Reuters) - Can't remember life before mobiles? Chances are you'll also struggle to recall your home phone number and family birthdays. According to a survey released Friday, the boom in mobiles and portable devices that store reams of personal information has created a generation incapable of memorizing simple things
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