EE-LEE-SEE-YUM BRU

Posted: September 2, 2013 in MiB Hates Us All

I’m back, bitches.

And I’ve got a whole lot of pent-up hate that’s been boiling and frothing and churning just beneath the surface and now it’s time to Krakatoa shit up.

I admit, I’ve taken a rather long sabbatical from writing, but it has not been in the pursuit of fruitless hedonism; on the contrary, my hedonistic endeavours have been rather tutti-frutti indeed. Life’s been hectic. In the past few months, I’ve popped my cherry on several entrepreneurial ventures, traversed the cultural cesspool of Europe, autodidacted the hell out of acoustic guitar, joined MENSA, have a tentative writer/editor position for a fledgling Joburg magazine, been followed by Yoko Ono on Twitter (I’ll be fucked if I ever figure out the reason behind that) and taken up bear-punching. All while trying to pass the most sphincter-shrinking degree ever designed for humanoid life-forms.

Seriously, if there are any neo-Nazi Qaeda Mormons out there that wanna enslave a nation, forget genocide or concentration camps. Accounting is the way to go. Then you’ll have a Liquorice All-Sorts of accountants, actuaries and other assorted human dialtones. Debit: Happiness, Peace, Sanity. Credit: Misery, Melancholy, Baldness. You could even outsource to other despots – Al-Qaeda Accountants: where your holy books are always balanced!

Later in this accounting period I hopefully head off to Gaza and I’ve decided to try and get John Lennon’s Spirit to follow me on Twitter too, because imagine that reunion… It’s easy if you try…

Anyway, in my absence, a fuckton of things have passed on by that have not received the required amount of hate. I mean, come on, people. I leave you for a few months to hate things by yourself and the next thing you know motherfucking Ben Affleck is cast as Batman? Someone really dropped the fucking Batball over there.

The real miscarriage of justice and goodwill, however, is the hard-earned money I paid last night to watch the clusterfuck called Elysium.

For those of you who haven’t watched it, I would say SPOILER ALERT, but this isn’t the goddamn Tonight section and let’s face it, you love my writing too much to stop now.

It seems as if anything with South Africans in it is destined for corruption, because Elysium’s trailer promised me a radical, exciting movie chutney-packed with action and drama and futuristic technology with well-written characters and great actors. “BY THE SAME GUY THAT GAVE YOU AND WITH THE SAME GUY THAT WAS IN DISTRICT 9, THE GREATEST SOUTH AFRICAN MEDIA SINCE EGOLI” was basically the movie’s tagline. So imagine my surprise when I actually sat down to watch the movie and got the Zuma special. I felt so vilified that I went home and stood in the shower with the lights off, because Eskom and outdated jokes, because South Africa.

Elysium has a well-used yet brilliant premise. It’s Earth in the future, Year 2154, diseased, polluted, over-populated. The rich bastards took one look at all the poor people around them, winced in that rich people way, then looked up at space, liked what they saw and put a ring in it. Then they all went for high tea and ate platinum-crusted caviar and drank dolphin tears. I’m just spitballing here and assuming that’s what rich bastards do. There’s a massive inequality between the people on Earth and the Elysium assholes, and we know that Matt Damon’s character Max Somebody is going to somehow make his way to Elysium from Earth and hopefully bring peace and equality whilst going Jason Bourne on some motherfuckers that try their very best to preserve their elitist way of life. Lots of action, straight-forward, no Boksburg accents. I would have enjoyed that movie.

OR Matt Damon tries to get to Elysium, makes it, delivers some dramatic speech after going Francois Pienaar on some motherfuckers and is offered a place on Elysium – but just for him, and he takes it, because now he’s one of the in-crowd, and power corrupts, and fuck poor people. Good twist, would’ve watched and enjoyed that too.

OR he just gets his neck snapped like a twig, because rich people get ALL THE THINGS, ALWAYS, and the story ends on a powerful, thought-provoking and poetic schadenfroh note – great movie as well. Fuck, I should just move to Hollywood now. Instead, we got this clusterphuck (I spelt it with a “ph” this time because this is a family-friendly blog).

Firstly, Elysium in Greek mythology is the place at the ends of the Earth to which certain favoured heroes were conveyed by the gods after death. The director took that paradisiac concept and came up with a ring. Zeus’ cockring, only a few light-years from Uranus. But ok, I can suspend my erotic shame and accept the ring, no doubt just one of many toys in Zeus’ collection.

Then we have the futuristic technology. Machines on Elysium can cure any and all diseases, but only if you’re a citizen. We see a woman scanned and diagnosed with traces of cancer and old-lady disease and who is literally cured before our eyes. This is important – keep this in mind.

Matt Damon’s character follows a pretty standard and expected arc – his dream is to get up to Elysium, but he was a bad man, but he’s a bad man no more, he gets fucked up, the only way he can be cured is one of the Medical Miracle Machines, Bob Loblaw. Point is, we all know he’s going to Elysium, so why the fuck does it take so long for him to get there??? The movie takes about two-thirds to deliver useless and stupid backstory, all which leads up to the one thing we know that’s going to happen. It’s shitty storytelling. If Mark Twain were alive, he would straight up punch Mr Blomkamp. In the vagina. With a typewriter.

AND THEN WE GET TO THE SOUTH AFRICANS, BRU. LAAK, WHAT THE FUCK IS A CHINA FROM BOKSBURG DOING IN THE MIDDLE OF FUTURE LOS ANGELES THAT HAS CLEARLY BEEN OVERTAKEN BY MEXICAN OKES? ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT ONLY ONE BEAST FROM THE EAST MADE IT TO AMERIKA? WHERE DOES HE GET HIS MONSTER CAPS FROM? HOW DOES HE GET A GHEI-SNY? DOES HE EVEN LIFT? I’M TELLING YOU BOET, IT JUST MAKES KAK SENSE.

District 9 was fucking incredible, ok? We watched it, we loved it, we recognised the landmarks and more importantly, the haunting satire of the movie. That doesn’t mean you have to now use South Africans in every goddamn movie you now make, Mr Blomkamp. As much as it pains me to say it, some things are just better without a South African influence. Like baseball – that’s America’s thing. We have cricket – let them have it. And sushi – that’s Japan’s thing. We have Akhalwayas – let them have it. And embalming your revolutionary leader and putting him on public display – I’m begging you, let’s leave that to the Russians.

We did not need to hear AH’VE ALWAYS WANTED A WAAF or Sharlto Copley singing Jan Pierewiet in its entirety. Neill Blomkamp wrote and directed this movie, which means that at some point in the creative process, he wrote down the words “WE CAN SORT ALL THIS KAK IN YOUR HEAD OUT, BRU” AND directed his actor on how to deliver that line AND watched it during editing AND still thought that was perfectly fine. I need to get me some of the shit he was on. Lien se Lankstaanskoene had better dialogue and that movie was about a girl that becomes a hobo on purpose.

That’s about it for the ranting. Just one or two final points: if you take a fucking grenade to the face, you and your brain are a motherfucking Kauai smoothie. It is physically impossible for someone to have an explosive sucker-punch them in the face and then have a rugged boer tell us minutes later “HIS FACE IS FAAKED, BUT HIS BRAIN IS INTACT”. I don’t give a rat’s ass about suspension of disbelief, you are fucking DEAD, and nothing short of Jesus, Vishnu and the Flying Spaghetti Monster coming down from a Nirvana concert in Heaven is going to save you.

Finally, the disasterpiece opens with something to the effect of “2154: EARTH IS DISEASED, POLLUTED AND OVERPOPULATED”. “OVERPOPULATED” being the operative word. It then ends with all the Medical Miracle Machines being brought to Earth to cure all the diseased poor people. You know what happens when you cure everyone on Earth that’s sick or dying? They don’t fucking die anymore, that’s what.

I won’t be surprised if Blomkamp announces a sequel soon – VALHALLA: featuring Shaleen Surtie-Richards and Apollo’s buttplug.

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Comments
  1. Anish says:

    Amazing stuff dude.After reading this for the second time it honestly feels like you haven’t left writing at all .It’s clearly part of your DNA

  2. Sabeeha says:

    You’re my favourite.

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