… because I hear that Paul Henry is due back on the tellybox.
Henry this morning confirmed he is getting his own show on TV3, expected to launch in the new season around February.
“It’s really exciting,” he said. “We have a time slot, but we don’t have a format yet.”
I find it ironic, that he’s picked up for a radio slot and now a TV programme by the very company that was most vociferous in their condemnation of him during his time on the competing network. I guess Media Works aren’t concerned about bigotry and arseholery being spouted on their networks so long as they’re the ones getting the ratings.
He wasn’t concerned about what Kiwis would think about his return to TV, saying: “People love me and people love to hate me.
No, Paul. I don’t “love to hate” you. I don’t “love to hate” anyone. Hate is not something I do for fun. I just plain despise you immensely.
Why? Because they pissed off the Westboro Baptist Church by writing Keep it Clean (Hot Buns), a song about gay sex. Fred Phelps decided that his merry band of arseholes would go to the Foo Fighters’ concert in Kansas City for one of their famous pickets.
In response? The Foo Fighters came out, on the back of a lorry, and performed Keep it Clean for the protesters.
Keep it up, Foo Fighters. Keep it up.
by Mr Wainscotting
See this film.
I’ve never watched a documentary that drew so many gasps from the audience. Nor have I watched a documentary that made me cry — this one did. (Yes, I cried. You can list all your favourite over-emotional, “PMSing” gay guy jokes on a piece of paper and place it neatly in the toilet).
Normally, I’d mark a film down if it wasn’t technically up to scratch, but I quickly forgot about the editing and presentation, because the content was just so powerful. Mr Wainscotting’s rating: 6/5 (as in, should be compulsory viewing).
by Mr Wainscotting
[This was supposed to be published the other day, but my computer is being a poo.]
So, I’ve finally started going to the film festival, almost a week into the programme. The first film I got to watch was the last screening of Weekend, by writer/director Andrew Haigh.
In short: A brilliant gay film from the UK. Beautifully shot and constructed with incredibly real performances. Mr Wainscotting’s rating: 4/5
A more in depth spoilery review is below the fold. [Yes there are SPOILERS]
by Mr Wainscotting
I’m a film nerd. From 4th to the 21st August, Dunedin will be regaled with this year’s NZFF. This year, I’m pleased that, for once, we have a selection of queer films amongst the lineup. There are a number of other good films worth seeing this year, though only a handful hold my particular interest.
Dunedin gets five queer films this year. Ours is the smallest of the main centres, so we don’t get all the films that Auckland or Wellington get, and the queer films are usually the first to be culled. (Even in mainstream cinema, it took months for a print of Milk to reach the south, even after it’s Oscar victories. (I was told that Auckland cinemas were hogging all the prints, but that would mean that the distributors only purchased a very small number for the whole country).)
So, in no particular order, here are some of the films I’m looking forward to (quotes are taken from their entries on the NZFF website): Continue reading
The emergence of the phrase ‘so gay’ irks me. The phrase is derogatory to people in the queer/LGBTTIQQ community by comparing us to something that is ‘bad’, annoying… well you get the idea. I get grumpy when I hear the phrase used. I feel for people questioning their sexuality and/or gender identity maybe hearing the phrase at their schools, playgrounds, universities and workplace.
Therefore I was surprised by the inclusion of the phrase in a recent episode of Shortland Street. Continue reading