Right, that's it. That prick Kroenke has finally dragged our name into the gutter.

[Sir C]

The **** can go whistle, I'm afraid. I shall spend not a single penny on the Arsenal whilst he is majority shareholder. It is the only protest one can make.

Yanqui ****.

[SWv2]

The **** can go whistle, I'm afraid. I shall spend not a single penny on the Arsenal whilst he is majority shareholder. It is the only protest one can make.

Yanqui ****.

Tell me more Dutch, what has he done??

Served wine at the incorrect temperature, cooked his beef beyond medium or something along those lines.

[World's End Stella]

The **** can go whistle, I'm afraid. I shall spend not a single penny on the Arsenal whilst he is majority shareholder. It is the only protest one can make.

Yanqui ****.

A remarkable own goal from the man who seems to value his reputation.

Now, more importantly, these Grand Cherokees are not cheap, more expensive than the Land Rovers. And should I buy or lease? I really wish cars were much easier, Charles. :-(

[Sir C]

Tell me more Dutch, what has he done??

Served wine at the incorrect temperature, cooked his beef beyond medium or something along those lines.

http://www.independent.co.uk/sport/football/premier-league/arsenal-owner-stan-kroenke-hunting-tv-channel-my-outdoor-motv-endangered-animals-trophy-a7868361.html

Sick, vile ****. Him, not you. As far as I'm aware, anyway.

[Sir C]

A remarkable own goal from the man who seems to value his reputation.

Now, more importantly, these Grand Cherokees are not cheap, more expensive than the Land Rovers. And should I buy or lease? I really wish cars were much easier, Charles. :-(

Oh lord, one doesn't enter a Jeep showroom thinking in terms of list price! :hehe:

PCH it. Why on earth would you want to own it.

I'll send you a DM in a minute.

[SWv2]

http://www.independent.co.uk/sport/football/premier-league/arsenal-owner-stan-kroenke-hunting-tv-channel-my-outdoor-motv-endangered-animals-trophy-a7868361.html

Sick, vile ****. Him, not you. As far as I'm aware, anyway.

Hmmm, indeed a very sorry state of affairs.

I don’t like him tbh, he just looks wrong on many levels. The photos of him at last year’s Cup Final for example, blimey. I am unsure if he was utterly drunk or dead.

This TV channel thing, scurrilous of course, but I assume merely business to him. There super rich people don’t get super rich without doing bold and bad things.

My stance is clear and remains as before though I now feel the need to amend it slightly – Wenger and Kroenke out!

[Sir C]

Hmmm, indeed a very sorry state of affairs.

I don’t like him tbh, he just looks wrong on many levels. The photos of him at last year’s Cup Final for example, blimey. I am unsure if he was utterly drunk or dead.

This TV channel thing, scurrilous of course, but I assume merely business to him. There super rich people don’t get super rich without doing bold and bad things.

My stance is clear and remains as before though I now feel the need to amend it slightly – Wenger and Kroenke out!

Yes, but what of the poor animals? :cry:

I want him killed.

[SWv2]

Yes, but what of the poor animals? :cry:

I want him killed.

Yes, I cannot condone cruelty to animals in any way.

I don’t like cats though, fúcking hate them. The domestic ones. Not the big lads.

[Bergkamp Was Best]

http://www.independent.co.uk/sport/football/premier-league/arsenal-owner-stan-kroenke-hunting-tv-channel-my-outdoor-motv-endangered-animals-trophy-a7868361.html

Sick, vile ****. Him, not you. As far as I'm aware, anyway.

That's awful, I truly despise him now :fight:

[Rich]

http://www.independent.co.uk/sport/football/premier-league/arsenal-owner-stan-kroenke-hunting-tv-channel-my-outdoor-motv-endangered-animals-trophy-a7868361.html

Sick, vile ****. Him, not you. As far as I'm aware, anyway.

Oh dear. I cannot bring myself to watch that, I'm afraid. Sounds as though Stan has been poorly advised on this matter.

[Rich]

Yes, but what of the poor animals? :cry:

I want him killed.

Ah, this animal has killed many Masai & caused many problems. Has he ****.

[Alberto Balsam Rodriguez]

The **** can go whistle, I'm afraid. I shall spend not a single penny on the Arsenal whilst he is majority shareholder. It is the only protest one can make.

Yanqui ****.


I don't think I can watch that. The headline is enough to make me wince.

It is very difficult to want Kronke out anymore than I already do. Now I would quite like him to suffer as well.

[Sir C]

Ah, this animal has killed many Masai & caused many problems. Has he ****.

How anyone can see an animal in the bush and react to it by thinking, "That needs to be dead" escapes me. It must be a mental illness liek socialism or transing.

[Burney]

The **** can go whistle, I'm afraid. I shall spend not a single penny on the Arsenal whilst he is majority shareholder. It is the only protest one can make.

Yanqui ****.

To be honest, I sort of assume that anyone who wants to buy and own a football club is evil, so this doesn't really surprise me. :shrug: I suppose we should just be grateful he's not boiling kids down for soap or something.

[Sir C]

To be honest, I sort of assume that anyone who wants to buy and own a football club is evil, so this doesn't really surprise me. :shrug: I suppose we should just be grateful he's not boiling kids down for soap or something.

Sir Samuel Hill-Wood was not evil, b. He was an English gentleman.

As for the kids issue, one must ask oneself where we would be without soap? Smelly, that's where we'd be. And there are far too many kids.

[Billy Goat Sverige]

How anyone can see an animal in the bush and react to it by thinking, "That needs to be dead" escapes me. It must be a mental illness liek socialism or transing.

There was a Roedeer out the back of my girlfriends parents garden on the weekend. I must say my mind did wonder to the venison burger i had a few weeks back and i had the thing located in the middle of my imaginary crosshair.

[Sir C]

There was a Roedeer out the back of my girlfriends parents garden on the weekend. I must say my mind did wonder to the venison burger i had a few weeks back and i had the thing located in the middle of my imaginary crosshair.

My point, I fear, is proven :-(

[Burney]

Sir Samuel Hill-Wood was not evil, b. He was an English gentleman.

As for the kids issue, one must ask oneself where we would be without soap? Smelly, that's where we'd be. And there are far too many kids.

Oh, no. I'm talking about your modern breed of billionaire types. They're usually oil tycoons, sheiks, despots or - worst of all - American and therefore we must assume evil.

Saw Dunkirk yesterday. Really awfully good. Although there was one point at which a chap appeared to shoot down a Stuka while he had no fuel, but I might have been confused.

[Burney]

My point, I fear, is proven :-(

Oh, shooting deer to eat doesn't count, surely? They're virtually livestock.

[Rich]

How anyone can see an animal in the bush and react to it by thinking, "That needs to be dead" escapes me. It must be a mental illness liek socialism or transing.

With deer it's different imho. They breed like rabbits and on the smaller reserves (where populations need to be carefully managed to stop endangered species starving/killing one another) the population of these grazers has to be managed by shooting. There is no market to sell the livestock to other reserves and so it's best to slaughter them and then sell/eat the bushmeat.

People will say that this view is hypocritical but it really is the most humane/practical way of managing the ecosystem. How anyone could shoot an animal such as a big cat/elephant/rhino is completely beyond me, though.

[Sir C]

Oh, no. I'm talking about your modern breed of billionaire types. They're usually oil tycoons, sheiks, despots or - worst of all - American and therefore we must assume evil.

Saw Dunkirk yesterday. Really awfully good. Although there was one point at which a chap appeared to shoot down a Stuka while he had no fuel, but I might have been confused.

I am contemplating going to the cinema in order to have the big screen experience. I'm quite excited about having such an adventure (a one-off of course).

I should say that a gliding Spitfire would be well capable of shooting down a Stuka. Best glide speed on a Spitfire is going to be about 120 kts, I'd say, which is probably about the speed at which a Stuka would be waddling around.

[Burney]

I am contemplating going to the cinema in order to have the big screen experience. I'm quite excited about having such an adventure (a one-off of course).

I should say that a gliding Spitfire would be well capable of shooting down a Stuka. Best glide speed on a Spitfire is going to be about 120 kts, I'd say, which is probably about the speed at which a Stuka would be waddling around.

Oh, fair enough, then.

Yes, you must see it in a cinema. At home just wouldn't be the same, since the score is basically the star of the film.

[Rich]

I am contemplating going to the cinema in order to have the big screen experience. I'm quite excited about having such an adventure (a one-off of course).

I should say that a gliding Spitfire would be well capable of shooting down a Stuka. Best glide speed on a Spitfire is going to be about 120 kts, I'd say, which is probably about the speed at which a Stuka would be waddling around.

I flew in a Harvard SJN-5 from Compton Abbas yesterday. What a wonderful bird she is.

[World's End Stella]

Oh, no. I'm talking about your modern breed of billionaire types. They're usually oil tycoons, sheiks, despots or - worst of all - American and therefore we must assume evil.

Saw Dunkirk yesterday. Really awfully good. Although there was one point at which a chap appeared to shoot down a Stuka while he had no fuel, but I might have been confused.

Some horribly pretentious c*nt in the Times gave it 2 stars out of 5 which is completely contradictory to virtually every other review I've seen. Some horrible artsy fartsy nonsense about losing its message for technology blah blah blah.

I'm seeing it Friday :cloud9:

[Burney]

Some horribly pretentious c*nt in the Times gave it 2 stars out of 5 which is completely contradictory to virtually every other review I've seen. Some horrible artsy fartsy nonsense about losing its message for technology blah blah blah.

I'm seeing it Friday :cloud9:

That person ought to be fired, since they clearly know fvck all about films.

[Sir C]

I flew in a Harvard SJN-5 from Compton Abbas yesterday. What a wonderful bird she is.

A poor, fat old girl. I used to feel guilty hauling a Harvard off the ground. She clearly didn't want to be airborne.

[Sir C]

That person ought to be fired, since they clearly know fvck all about films.

Be fair though, there are few women or people of colour represented, so it must be ****.

[Rich]

A poor, fat old girl. I used to feel guilty hauling a Harvard off the ground. She clearly didn't want to be airborne.

She is rather bulky but when she gets up to speed she can move.

[Sir C]

She is rather bulky but when she gets up to speed she can move.

Agreed, but that's enough about your mum.

[World's End Stella]

That person ought to be fired, since they clearly know fvck all about films.

The c*nts name is Kevin Maher. This sound like what you watched?

There’s a gnawing cinematic paradox that runs through Christopher Nolan’s Dunkirk, and ultimately brings it to its knees. Namely, the more truth you attempt to deliver, the more fake your movie appears. “Look!” says Dunkirk, at every turn, as it re-imagines the near-miraculous wartime evacuation (340,000 lives saved, against all odds) via 106 dizzying minutes of sound and fury signifying not very much at all. “Over there! That’s a real navy destroyer, not special effects! And up there — they’re real Spitfires whizzing overhead! And those 1,500 extras over there — they’re really in the water!” And on it goes, this bizarre catalogue of show’n’tell that is so caught up in the self-satisfaction of its own spectacle that it neglects the fundamental, crucial element — drama.

And by “drama” I don’t mean momentum, or tick-tocky countdowns. There are tons of these in Dunkirk. The film is countdown crazy. It cross-cuts continually between three nominal protagonists, each of whom is very much on the clock. Newcomer Fionn Whitehead is the every-soldier Tommy (yep, Tommy, we get it) who is, essentially, in a big race from the moment he appears on screen — will he get across the beach and on to the ship before it leaves? Will he get out of the water before the ship, now sinking, squashes him against the pier? Will he get out of the next ship before it sinks too? And will he get out of the water before the surface oil spill catches fire? Then there’s the emotionless RAF automaton, Farrier, played by Tom Hardy’s eyeballs (Hardy’s face is mostly hidden by a pilot’s mask, although he does get to deliver hackneyed corkers such as, “I’m on this one. You take that one!”). Farrier’s fuel gauge takes a hit early on and so everything he does, and every strangely repetitious dogfight (they may be real planes but that doesn’t alchemically turn their scenes into movie gold), is done with the knowledge that Farrier’s fuel, and his time, is running out.

Finally, there’s the old man Mr Dawson, the closest thing the film has to an actual, genuine character. As played by Mark Rylance, with that classic lilting cadence, Dawson is a kindly pleasure-boater who has picked up a shell-shocked soldier (Cillian Murphy) on the way to join the flotilla of civilian rescue boats (aka the Little Ships of Dunkirk). The Dawson scenes are driven by the urgency of the evacuation itself and by the question of whether Murphy’s soldier will go berserk, Dead Calm style, before they get across the channel (like Billy Zane in that movie, Murphy’s soldier is locked below when he becomes obstreperous and aggressive). Writer-director Nolan, however, clearly felt that the Dawson section wasn’t hysterical enough and so has included a ridiculous side story about the cabin boy George (Barry Keoghan), who falls over, bangs his head and might just bleed to death if everyone else doesn’t just, you know, hurry up.

And so the film cuts manically back and forth between these three strands with all the empathetic prowess of Call of Duty: Dunkirk Edition, while clattering you about the ears with a cacophonous, amphetamine-rush soundtrack by Hans Zimmer that can best be described as an express train full of cutlery crashing into an explosives factory. Thankfully, there are brief moments of silence in the score. They allow you to appreciate the sweet pinging of tinnitus.

The defence for the film is that it’s “immersive”, and that it is shot on big spectacular Imax and 65mm cameras (they have big frames for big images), and that it’s a new kind of visual storytelling. The problem, however, with prioritising visuals over drama, character arcs and empathy, is that those same visuals can easily find themselves exposed and lacking. Nolan’s oft-declared penchant for filming real things, as well as being oddly misguided (film is fiction, let’s not kid ourselves — fake is fine), often leaves the frames of Dunkirk looking strangely undernourished. Once the 1,500 extras from the opening beach scenes have gone home, it’s quite the task to fill those big frames with so-called real stuff. The film’s Little Ships sequence, especially, was crying out for some lovely CGI boats to make up the numbers. There couldn’t have been more than 20 on screen (but they’re real!), compared to the roughly 700 that participated in 1940. Indeed, even Mrs Miniver, from 1942, one of the last significant movies to deal with Dunkirk, had at least 100 boats in its flotilla scenes.




And in the end that’s probably the greatest disappointment of all. The evacuation of Dunkirk, as an event of global historical importance, has been shamefully underrepresented on film. This was a chance to make a The Longest Day of our era. Or a homegrown Saving Private Ryan. Instead, in all its superficial pulse-quickening antics, Dunkirk is no more than Baby Driver Goes to War.
12A, 106min

[Burney]

Be fair though, there are few women or people of colour represented, so it must be ****.

I must admit there were a couple of moments where I had to knuckle away a manly tear.

[Herbette Chapman - aged 15]

http://www.independent.co.uk/sport/football/premier-league/arsenal-owner-stan-kroenke-hunting-tv-channel-my-outdoor-motv-endangered-animals-trophy-a7868361.html

Sick, vile ****. Him, not you. As far as I'm aware, anyway.

Those african elements aren't sweet and gentle like the indian wons c. Big bullying ****s they are that charge around the bush trampling anything they don't like.

[SWv2]

Some horribly pretentious c*nt in the Times gave it 2 stars out of 5 which is completely contradictory to virtually every other review I've seen. Some horrible artsy fartsy nonsense about losing its message for technology blah blah blah.

I'm seeing it Friday :cloud9:

Movie reviews are quite often utter bóllocks of course. Chaps criticising direction or whatever.

Essentially it is 90-120 minutes of escapism in a darkened room with popcorn, a medium sized bag of Haribo and a drink of your choice.

Some people take it all just far too seriously

[Viva Prat Vegas]

Those african elements aren't sweet and gentle like the indian wons c. Big bullying ****s they are that charge around the bush trampling anything they don't like.

Sounds like last Friday night in Hackney

[Burney]

The c*nts name is Kevin Maher. This sound like what you watched?

There’s a gnawing cinematic paradox that runs through Christopher Nolan’s Dunkirk, and ultimately brings it to its knees. Namely, the more truth you attempt to deliver, the more fake your movie appears. “Look!” says Dunkirk, at every turn, as it re-imagines the near-miraculous wartime evacuation (340,000 lives saved, against all odds) via 106 dizzying minutes of sound and fury signifying not very much at all. “Over there! That’s a real navy destroyer, not special effects! And up there — they’re real Spitfires whizzing overhead! And those 1,500 extras over there — they’re really in the water!” And on it goes, this bizarre catalogue of show’n’tell that is so caught up in the self-satisfaction of its own spectacle that it neglects the fundamental, crucial element — drama.

And by “drama” I don’t mean momentum, or tick-tocky countdowns. There are tons of these in Dunkirk. The film is countdown crazy. It cross-cuts continually between three nominal protagonists, each of whom is very much on the clock. Newcomer Fionn Whitehead is the every-soldier Tommy (yep, Tommy, we get it) who is, essentially, in a big race from the moment he appears on screen — will he get across the beach and on to the ship before it leaves? Will he get out of the water before the ship, now sinking, squashes him against the pier? Will he get out of the next ship before it sinks too? And will he get out of the water before the surface oil spill catches fire? Then there’s the emotionless RAF automaton, Farrier, played by Tom Hardy’s eyeballs (Hardy’s face is mostly hidden by a pilot’s mask, although he does get to deliver hackneyed corkers such as, “I’m on this one. You take that one!”). Farrier’s fuel gauge takes a hit early on and so everything he does, and every strangely repetitious dogfight (they may be real planes but that doesn’t alchemically turn their scenes into movie gold), is done with the knowledge that Farrier’s fuel, and his time, is running out.

Finally, there’s the old man Mr Dawson, the closest thing the film has to an actual, genuine character. As played by Mark Rylance, with that classic lilting cadence, Dawson is a kindly pleasure-boater who has picked up a shell-shocked soldier (Cillian Murphy) on the way to join the flotilla of civilian rescue boats (aka the Little Ships of Dunkirk). The Dawson scenes are driven by the urgency of the evacuation itself and by the question of whether Murphy’s soldier will go berserk, Dead Calm style, before they get across the channel (like Billy Zane in that movie, Murphy’s soldier is locked below when he becomes obstreperous and aggressive). Writer-director Nolan, however, clearly felt that the Dawson section wasn’t hysterical enough and so has included a ridiculous side story about the cabin boy George (Barry Keoghan), who falls over, bangs his head and might just bleed to death if everyone else doesn’t just, you know, hurry up.

And so the film cuts manically back and forth between these three strands with all the empathetic prowess of Call of Duty: Dunkirk Edition, while clattering you about the ears with a cacophonous, amphetamine-rush soundtrack by Hans Zimmer that can best be described as an express train full of cutlery crashing into an explosives factory. Thankfully, there are brief moments of silence in the score. They allow you to appreciate the sweet pinging of tinnitus.

The defence for the film is that it’s “immersive”, and that it is shot on big spectacular Imax and 65mm cameras (they have big frames for big images), and that it’s a new kind of visual storytelling. The problem, however, with prioritising visuals over drama, character arcs and empathy, is that those same visuals can easily find themselves exposed and lacking. Nolan’s oft-declared penchant for filming real things, as well as being oddly misguided (film is fiction, let’s not kid ourselves — fake is fine), often leaves the frames of Dunkirk looking strangely undernourished. Once the 1,500 extras from the opening beach scenes have gone home, it’s quite the task to fill those big frames with so-called real stuff. The film’s Little Ships sequence, especially, was crying out for some lovely CGI boats to make up the numbers. There couldn’t have been more than 20 on screen (but they’re real!), compared to the roughly 700 that participated in 1940. Indeed, even Mrs Miniver, from 1942, one of the last significant movies to deal with Dunkirk, had at least 100 boats in its flotilla scenes.




And in the end that’s probably the greatest disappointment of all. The evacuation of Dunkirk, as an event of global historical importance, has been shamefully underrepresented on film. This was a chance to make a The Longest Day of our era. Or a homegrown Saving Private Ryan. Instead, in all its superficial pulse-quickening antics, Dunkirk is no more than Baby Driver Goes to War.
12A, 106min

Can't say that resonates with me at all. It strikes me as someone who'd decided not to like it before he went into the cinema.

[Mo Britain less Europe]

Glad to see so many people joining up with what I've been saying for a long time now. Kronke is a c unt and we'd be better off without him.

[Sir C]

Movie reviews are quite often utter bóllocks of course. Chaps criticising direction or whatever.

Essentially it is 90-120 minutes of escapism in a darkened room with popcorn, a medium sized bag of Haribo and a drink of your choice.

Some people take it all just far too seriously

Tangfastics or the jellier ones?

[IUFG]

Saw Dunkirk yesterday. Really awfully good. Although there was one point at which a chap appeared to shoot down a Stuka while he had no fuel, but I might have been confused.

I saw it the other day at a 4DX cinema. Not sure I could cope watching films with even more bullets flying about in them.

Anyway, good film. We give it 4 out of 5.

[SWv2]

Tangfastics or the jellier ones?

My personal preference is Tangfastics though a full bag in the duration of a movie may be problematic, you know where you get small pain at the side of your mouth? I know not the medical term for this.

Chewing too much perhaps.

I do like the Starmix also, especially the fried eggs.

[Sir C]

My personal preference is Tangfastics though a full bag in the duration of a movie may be problematic, you know where you get small pain at the side of your mouth? I know not the medical term for this.

Chewing too much perhaps.

I do like the Starmix also, especially the fried eggs.

Sometimes I think the fried eggs are best, sometimes the hearts. Of course, occasionally a sugar-coated Coke bottle is the finest of the batch.

Man is a fickle creature, sw.

[SWv2]

Sometimes I think the fried eggs are best, sometimes the hearts. Of course, occasionally a sugar-coated Coke bottle is the finest of the batch.

Man is a fickle creature, sw.

Well that would be the Dutch in you.

Fickle, weak, both in mind and body. See the World Cup finals of 1974 and 1978 as evidence of this.

[World's End Stella]

Sometimes I think the fried eggs are best, sometimes the hearts. Of course, occasionally a sugar-coated Coke bottle is the finest of the batch.

Man is a fickle creature, sw.

The mixed Tangtastics have these things shaped like a short, squat thimble that are quite wonderful. You usually only get a few per bag which always leaves you wanting more however pretty sure I saw in a supermarket in France of bag of only these things. Which is a shame, I hate it when they try too much of a good thing.

See also the abomination that was Maynards wine gums red and black only. :nono:

[Sir C]

Well that would be the Dutch in you.

Fickle, weak, both in mind and body. See the World Cup finals of 1974 and 1978 as evidence of this.

I once saw the '74 final described as, "the day the steel in Dutch hearts failed to match the magic in their boots."

Can't remember who said it. Some daft ****.

[Monty92]

I once saw the '74 final described as, "the day the steel in Dutch hearts failed to match the magic in their boots."

Can't remember who said it. Some daft ****.

Did you see Marina's review of Xu? :-O

I've booked myself in for two sittings already.

[World's End Stella]

I once saw the '74 final described as, "the day the steel in Dutch hearts failed to match the magic in their boots."

Can't remember who said it. Some daft ****.

Surely you would want steel in your backbone, or possibly your constitution, but certainly not your heart.

Sounds like something a Yank would say imo.

[Sir C]

Did you see Marina's review of Xu? :-O

I've booked myself in for two sittings already.

I did, but I'd previously seen Coren give it a good kicking, and I don't trust O'Loughlin, she's a scotch communist.

So it's a 'no' from me.

[Sir C]

Surely you would want steel in your backbone, or possibly your constitution, but certainly not your heart.

Sounds like something a Yank would say imo.

Courage comes from the heart, doesn't it? You want steely courage. That's what you want.

[eastgermanautos]

http://www.independent.co.uk/sport/football/premier-league/arsenal-owner-stan-kroenke-hunting-tv-channel-my-outdoor-motv-endangered-animals-trophy-a7868361.html

Sick, vile ****. Him, not you. As far as I'm aware, anyway.

That is pretty terrible tbh.