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The Artist

The Artist Poster

I know I’m a bit late on this fron but I saw The Artist last night. Maybe it’s just me but i love clever intricacies of plot, especially when it is in view of a bigger picture as it is in the artist: the transition from silent movies to the talkies. Jean Dujardin played George Valentin, the crowd-warmer and his emotions portrayed entirely through his actions are still incrediblymoving.

If you are a fan of clever movies, i hope you’re not too put off by the fact the only voices that can be heard come at the very end. It is worth your time, and deserved every little golden man at the Oscars!

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More Sport and Banter for your tastebuds

Thats right the third episode of ‘The Sweat Room’ straight from essex uni and SX:TV, is online for your enjoyment.

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The Most Hated Woman in the World

We all know we are heavily influenced by the media around us. Only the hermits of old can escape the discussions that go on in the news and in social media websites, although I am sure they wouldn’t stop being discussed. What I witnessed tonight on youtube was one of the poorest displays of humanity that I feel I have ever witnessed; people publicly humiliating and confessing to their loved ones crimes that they have done against them in front of the jeering public. This is all in the name of television.

The show is called ‘The Moment of Truth.’ Contestants win money from owning up to what they have done from difficult questions put to them by difficult people after being hooked up to a lie detector. This particular woman has her ex-boyfriend ask her questions to admit that she thought they should have been together on their wedding day AND that she had had an affair all in front of her husband:

The poor guy’s life fell apart for the sake of money, something material that doesn’t last chosen over marriage which is supposed to represent purity and chaste love, and maybe for him even it does. Her actions show horrifically that some human beings are so shallow that they cannot see further than their wallets. She is prepared to destroy her life for the prospect of some home comforts and getting the bills paid. She is not however, the only one to blame.

The television companies that air these programmes aim to be controversial, aim to harm, but most of all they aim to make money no matter what. The exact same aim that the girl has, except she is the monkey in jumping through hoops at the front of the audience, and they are the owners counting the money. But you see a lot of this unashamedly broadcast for shameful fame. The olden days of virtue are lost as racism slap-handedly splashed across programmes and whilst they raise awareness they aim to incite anger. Admittedly racism was more prominent in days gone by, but the excuse for any prejudice has gone, as people are educated enough, and compassionate enough to see that we are all the same you and I.

Morals and virtue are no longer as prominent as a result both on television and in real life. Yes people commit crimes for personal greed and necessity, but thanks to television of this nature we see the monstrosities that would not normally happen. Such horrible deeds go noticed and I know ignoring them does not delete them, but it does not promote them either. The one silver lining I would take from the video is that you can realise of how little importance money has in the face of your own family and partners for I can personally say I would not trade £25,000 or more for the life I lead and the people I love and love me, and I am sure I am not the only one. She says ‘I feel really good getting these things off my chest.’ Well it shouldn’t be that easy, and I am sure as hell her husband does not deserve the burden. And that is why I am writing this at 2:55am instead of sleeping, because I know humanity is better than ratings and money and even though they have succeeded in getting more views and inciting controversy and anger, they have highlighted their prostitution of morals for money.

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Welcome to the Big, Wide World!

The time in someone’s life when they first step out into the big wide world can be an intimidating one. For some they know exactly what career path they are going to follow and for others it is a time to find any job to pay the bills while they look for something more suitable.

I have been fortunate enough to take a year out after school and before I go to university, and I believe this has taught me some valuable lessons. Before I started my gap year I thought the most important and influential period would be when I travelled abroad. While this did teach me a lot about living by myself and taking care of all the bills it did not teach me the value honest hard work, which is an important characteristic when it comes to university and a career. Instead I learnt this over the course of earning money to go abroad when I worked in a dog food factory for a little more than minimum wage. It is when you work at the bottom, that you can see the true importance of putting in the hours for a good degree. It is a true motivation to avoid this style of living, but it is also necessary to show you what others have to work for.

Your career is a huge proportion of your life, it is what your education is aimed at and it is there for your enjoyment, I feel with this learning curve in my gap year I have gained a foresight, one that I would not be able to have if ‘mummy and daddy’ just gave the money or handed me down a comfy job. As it is worth knowing that the things in life that you want are the effort in getting.

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Don’t reach for the Sky

   When the monopoly that Sky television is is too much to pay for, it is time to call it quits. As i am not the bill payer in my household it took me a little while to accept the end of the subscription. Especially as I had to say goodbye to almost all the sport that I have taken for granted over the past few years.

  However, once you get rediscover the likes of BBC sport and ITV football, it can be easy to compensate for the loss. As a result I have been able to accomplish more as less time is spent staring at a screen.

 Hopefully if enough people choose to follow suit, then sky can lower their rates and change their packages, as we are not here to be exploited, and it should be well within our price range and an easy choice to keep this commodity.

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You ‘dislike’ this.

Facebook has been made so it can not be removed out of our lives unless we choose not to have a social one. I am eighteen, have just left school and have several times thought of quitting facebook thinking of the positives, followed very quickly by the negatives. It seems to have become as necessary as the mobile phone and as hard to ignore as a cigarette. Even on holiday I catch myself reaching for the laptop or if I do not have the equipment, itching to see what has been changed in the cyber-social networking world. Every time it has been very little or nothing that has ever been worth the frantic need to revisit my page, and often it has been after I have badgered my Dad for time with the blue and white screen to fuel this addiction. The amount of time I have wasted looking at my own photos or thinking of something witty to write as my status, or as a comment to someone else’s; then decided not to as it would not be funny in the first place would have probably left me with better A levels.

However, this is not the worst thing that is visiting facebook. The most soul destroying aspect is when your parents decide to join; like my own. Of course the inevitable questions that follow on how every possible option works just leaves hope as a distant and vague thought that you once had whilst watching ‘Pursuit of Happiness.’ Parents on facebook must be rejected as friends as they are not, they are you’re parents and that is it. There should be an ‘add as child,’ button next to the friend which gives them less communication than before. This is not the biggest travesty, as soon they become addicted too, and for all the wrong reasons; many a time I have walked in on my parents playing facebook scrabble, and worse, they have been talking about it in the open. It just leaves me to one resort; hiding my head in my hands.

Contradictary to everything I have just said I credit the concept, staying in touch with friends for free, stalking has never been so easy, but I think I would hate it just a little bit less if I could just walk away for a few days and not have an invitation from seven people who I once played pool with to join farmville.

Maybe in the future there will be no facebook, maybe we will resort to talking to each other again and have cut out the middle man. Athough I am not sure I would wish to see its replacement..

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