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Yesterday my entire office were forced to go to a "brainstorming meeting" with an appalling canadian-German "marketing specialist". It was indescribably appalling, and involved lots of made-up words (the "discriminator"? The hell?) So instead I'll tell you about the film I watched last night. I came home to find that the Boy had got out Signs on video, which was way better than I thought it would be. I remember when it came out reading reviews that suggested it descended into religious claptrap at the end, which is why I wasn't tempted to go and see it in the cinema (um, that and the fact that I hate going to see scary films in the cinema, because I can't hide or run away during the scary bits) but I actually really liked the ending - I didn't think the religion-element intruded on it too much at all. I just thought it was a really well-made scary film - the fact that you rarely see the aliens themselves made it even scarier (especially the reflection in the TV - urrrrrgh). And I love films where at the end you "realise" something about the plot - it's totally manipulative, sure, but I don't care, because the moment when you go "aha! That's what that meant! And that's why they showed that!" are always my favourite bits in any film. And that's how I felt about the glasses of water all over the sitting room at the end. That was fantastic. Also, Joaquin Phoenix wielding a baseball bat? Hot. Sorry, but he is.

In any case, it was a lot more exciting than sitting in a hotel for eight hours listening to someone repeatedly mispronounce the same of the paper....


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Jul. 30th, 2003 04:12 am (UTC)
Hey, if that meeting had been related to my work, we would have had a couple of hours' discussion on whether the word "brainstorming" is offensive to people with epilepsy. And then three lesbians would have walked out, and two more lesbians and one gay hippie would "constructively challenge my use of language", while everyone else rolled their eyes, and a few made tasteless epilepsy jokes.

I think that means "count yourself lucky".
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