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So. My original plans were to see Saw VI with a friend, smuggling several single-serving bottles of good whisk(e)y into the theater. Sadly, the way my work schedule and other commitments have been, I had to jump to see it on relatively short notice, so there I was, alone, with four single-serving bottles of UV vodka in blue and pink.
I am not happy about this.
But on to the review -- I have never cheered so much for a horror movie villain as I have this time. First things first: a booby trap! This one involves two predatory lenders wearing mechanical headgear who find themselves contestants on an ultra-hardcore version of that weight-loss game show The Biggest Loser, except that instead of dieting, they have to use knives and cleavers. Oh, and instead of winning any prizes for losing all that weight, the winner gets to live, while the loser's headgear drills two large holes in his or her temples.
Then, having gotten a swipe in at the banks, Jigsaw decides to go after the Health Insurance industry. An executive for Umbrella Insurance (no relation to that other Umbrella Corporation) finds himself navigating a series of traps, deciding who lives and who dies along the way -- in other words, business as usual for him, except that many of his subordinates -- janitor, secretary, clerk, attorney, and six people who pore over insurance claims, looking for excuses to deny coverage -- are stuck in the traps. (One of the traps involved inflicting steam burns. Steam is nasty stuff -- it can actually set cloth on fire under the right conditions. I'm surprised that they didn't use this, since it would have been spectacular to watch.)
Finally, having faced ten of his subordinates (and sacrificed seven of them), this executive finds himself face to face with his sister (a reporter), and the son and widow of someone who died because he was denied coverage for bullshit reasons... and the son and widow have access to a switch that will shoot him full of hydrofluoric acid. The widow finds she doesn't have it in her to pull the switch. The son, on the other hand, turns all Luke Skywalker and shit. "You killed my father! Prepare to die!" Except with lots more swearing. And screaming, and hissing, and screaming, and oozing, and more screaming.
You rich executives want to bitch about "class warfare?" This is class warfare. Nothing you've seen yet even comes close, so quit griping.
Meanwhile, remember the FBI agent that got caught in the Death Star Trash Compactor in Saw V? Well, he's now giving Jigsaw 3.0 a hand. Literally. It turns out that R12 is useful for preserving body parts, and despite having not been produced for about fourteen years, it's not terribly difficult to obtain. (One of the investigators made it sound like R12 is a rare substance. Sorry, no. I know people who work in HVAC. It's still around, banned or not.) Jigsaw 3.0 ends up getting discovered, which he escapes by killing everyone in the room, thinking he's getting away scott free...
...only to get subdued by Jigsaw 1.0's ex-wife, who was apparently not the red herring I thought she was two movies ago. She puts him in the jaw trap that got used for Amanda in the first movie, and he gets half his face torn off. The end. Unless the ex-wife decides to continue "testing" people, but she's made it clear that she finds that really distasteful, so the writers are really going to have to stretch for a sequel.
I actually liked this movie. Quite possibly, I would have liked it even without several bottles of overly sweet vodka. It actually tied up most of the previous movies' loose ends. And as much as I'd never -- never, I tell you! -- advocate doing horrible things to the people who've helped to create massive problems in this country for their own financial success, I must admit there's something satisfying about seeing it happen on the big screen.
And this isn't all. Soon, I'll be seeing Saw VI, almost certainly drunk, and hopefully with storost, who started me writing my Series on Shit Sandwiches by loaning me copies of Saw and Saw II!
(As with all of my posts on movies, don't highlight the black bars unless you don't mind spoilers. I woudn't click or hover over the links, either, for the same reason.)
There are lots of reasons to go see a movie. In retrospect, a lot of those reasons are much better than "I had a huge crush on one of the female villains when I was ten."
Okay, it wasn't all that bad. I still have a huge crush on the Baroness, though I think I'd have preferred it if she were just unrepentantly evil, rather than driven to evil by the death of her brother, who ended up injecting her with mind control parasites. Because, come on. An evil villainess once loved the leading man, but because she still does, she changes sides? No, I've never seen that before!
Actually, there's a ton of things I've "never seen before," but come on, I didn't go into this movie expecting it to be original or good or anything...
The technology was amusing, in a "what the crap, do you think nanites are just a big magic wand?" sort of way. I was amused that a weapons developer got away with creating a potentially world-ending weapon (probably the most believable application of nanites in the whole damned movie), and NATO basically said, "sure, we'll take some!" Personally, I think the more likely response would be "not on my planet, you don't," but hey, it's necessary to the plot, since the aforementioned weapons developer wanted to steal the weapons back. You'd think that he could have simply never given them the weapons if he wanted to steal them back, but he was trying to look respectable to NATO so that they would keep giving him huge wads of cash for future R&D.
The other weaponry and communication equipment was every bit as cool as in movies like Return of the Jedi... and just a tiny bit more believable. The last half-hour of this movie was basically the last half-hour of Return of the Jedi, if you put the Death Star underwater and replace the lightsabers with katanas.
G.I.Joe was a big dumb action movie, pure and simple. It's so terrible, it almost loops back to brilliant. It's easy to enjoy, either by completely shutting off your brain, or by bringing a couple of smart-ass robots into the theater with you.
(And funny, I coulda swore that Zartan was a redhead, but trust me to point that out...)
A woman found the script for the sequel to Twatlight -- New Moon -- in the most perfectly appropriate place: a garbage bin. It's still unclear how it got there, or more importantly, why she didn't leave it there, but the important thing is, she didn't leave it there. Well, okay. Whatever value I think the script doesn't have, I suppose it's worth a lot to collectors.
The lady will get to keep the script after the movie is released, along with getting them certified. No doubt it'll be worth something.
What's the Buzz?
Smallville, for those of you who haven't seen it, is a TV show about Superman's teenage years, filled with lots of pretty people with problems (it's a WB show) and no end of slashbait. (The guy who played Clark, Tom Welling, isn't much of an actor, but he was pretty, and that was enough. The guy who played Lex Luthor, Michael Rosenbaum, was said to have sexual chemistry with Clark, the female leads, his dad, pool cues, blue bottles, and so on.)
Robert Pattinson (the poor bastard plaing Edward in all these movies) apparently has time for other movies. Now, if he could pick one that isn't going to get insane fangirls squeeing over him...
I'm sorry. Little Ashes actually seems to have potential. From what little I've read, Dalí and Lorca were very close friends, and did have chemistry, but Dalí was complicated and didn't act on it. That kind of story begs for drama. It also begs for rewrites with lots and lots of teh hawt ghey buttsexxors, because as all ten-year-old slashgirls know, teh hawt ghey buttsexxors heals all ills.
Naturally, a few scenes from this movie are floating around the internet. Guess which ones!
You dodged a bullet there, dude.
The role of Aro is being played by one Michael Sheen. I mention this only because I am relieved that Ben Barnes is not playing Aro, as I was afraid he might be here.
Imagine reading everywhere that there's lots and lots of huge glowing blue wang in a movie. Imagine being the sort of person who's really into huge glowing blue wang, and practically drooling in anticipation. Then, imagine finally seeing the movie and discovering that, while the movie does indeed include glowing blue wang, it's not as huge as you'd been led to believe¹. In fact, while he's not getting laughed at in a men's locker room, it's a rather typical wang... aside from being glowing and blue, which I imagine is only typical if you've been irradiated. But I digress. Imagine feeling cheated of what you thought was your opportunity to see giant glowing blue wang!
Sure, I'm saying all this because the word "wang" is funny, and it amuses me to use the word "wang" so many times in one post, but seriously, this disppointment over wang is a metaphor for how I felt about this whole damned movie.
It's been at least ten years since I've read the graphic novel on which this movie was based, but I could swear they used the comic itself as a storyboard, which was a huge mistake. Every single shot looked as if it had been taken from a frame in the comic, and for some shots it worked. For others, it didn't. The overuse of "bullet time" was also really distracting. It made the movie feel like a trailer that lasted over two hours. (The movie 300 suffered from many of these same flaws, though not as badly. Methinks Zack Snyder needs to learn some new tricks.)
The overuse of music during scenes made me think that the director watched way too much MTV as a kid. There were entire scenes that were dominated by a song, played in its entirety. The only song they bothered to edit was the first movement of the Mozart Requiem at the end, which really pissed me off. (X2 did this too. I was quietly singing along with Dies Irae while Nightcrawler was playing a human cuisinart, and they cut out several measures. I was pissed.)
There was moral ambiguity aplenty in this movie. Anyone who'd read the book knew to expect that. There were many shades of grey, and gleeful subversion of the superhero genre, and again, I knew to expect that. There was a barely-concealed river of contempt for the superhero genre running throughout this movie, and again, I knew to expect that. As far as I can remember -- again, it's been over ten years -- this movie was quite faithful to the book, and yet something's missing. It's as if the producers had a checklist and were checking off all the necessary elements included in the movie, with all the passion of a spreadsheet.
"Because I'm still pissed that I couldn't include any wang in 300. Further, the wang will get people talking about the movie. Besides, it'll be fun. Imagine some idiot parents taking their kids to see this movie because 'it's based on a comic book,' and then screaming at the screen! 'Hey, you! Blue freak! Yeah, you with the wang! Put some damn pants on!' And then imagine them bitching about it online! 'OMFG, my kids saw wang, the world is gonna end!' You can't BUY that kind of publicity."
"Okay, I see your point."
"Now, where was I? Oh, yes. Wang? Check."
"You already checked 'wang'."
"Just wanted to make sure. Wang? Check. Swords? Check. Saws? Check. Hatred? Check. Anger? Check. Mermaid..."
(Sorry, semi-obscure reference.)
The special effects were, admittedly, absolutely amazing. If a movie could be saved by stunning visuals, it would be this movie. As it is... I'm sorry. I wanted to like this movie. I tried to like this movie. I just couldn't.
There are scenes in which Dr. Manhattan's wang is probably over two feet long. Coincidentally, these are the same scenes in which Dr. Manhattan is fifty feet tall.
...and Twatlight isn't on the list. I'm disappointed.
(Don't mind me. I'm not that annoyed. Mostly, I'm posting this because I made this icon with Edward and James a while back, and haven't properly broken it in yet.)
For those of you who don't read angryalien_feed, the Thirty Second Bunny Troupe has been making condensed, animated versions of movies for a few years now, and most of them have been really damned funny. Sadly, they just had their first creative failure. They've now made a few dozen really good cartoons... and one really awful one.
I'm being unfair. The awful one is based on Twatlight, after all. And awful as it is, it's likely a few thousand times better than its source material. Those of you who've seen the movie, you should go watch the cartoon, and see which one is better.
(Their next project is Hellraiser. Bunny Pinhead is going to be totally bad ass. And by "bad ass," I mean absolutely hilarious.)
It's all caprine's fault. She just posted a link to a website called Blingee, which lets you upload pictures and then festoon no end of animated sparkly shit all over them. Then, when you've finally finished created something that will induce either diabetic coma or epileptic seizures, you can save your masterpiece as an animated .gif, and post it anywhere!
(Sorry. There are certainly some cool things you can do with Blingee -- this picture of sparkly anarchist Emma Goldman is a work of twisted genius. But imagine this tool in the hands of a horde of twelve-year-olds...)
In related news, I decided that I needed more Twatlight icons that were in questionable taste, so I decided to make His and Hers. (NSFW!) For those of you unfamiliar, "sparklepeen" is a reference to this review.
As discovered here, it's TwiCon, a convention aimed at fans of Twatlight. In this case, it's fitting that the subject matter of Twatlight is vampires, because this convention seems to have the single goal of bleeding people dry, as quickly and efficiently as possible.
For instance, registration is $255 per person. By comparison, registration for BayCon is currently $60, though it will go up in mid-March. If you want to sell stuff in the vendor room at TwiCon, that's $750. By comparison, I asked one of the gents over at Other Change of Hobbit what they paid for vendor space at BayCon, and he said it was a couple hundred -- and while he's allowed to sell sci-fi at a science fiction convention, vendors at TwiCon aren't allowed to sell anything Twilight related, because of intellectual property issues.
(After the gent at Other Change of Hobbit gave me this information, I explained why I was asking, and told him about TwiCon. He was still sputtering incoherently when I left.)
It gets better. Keeping in mind that most of Twatlight's fan base is under eighteen, they have special rules -- mostly, minors have to be attended by parents or chaperones who must attend all functions with them, who must also pay $255 to get in the door. Oh, and each chaperone can only attend three minors -- more minors, more chaperones, and more registration fees, even if they're all in the same group.
(Actually, I can understand the reasoning for this. The organizers are probably worried that a great big mob of unsupervised underage girls is a ticking bomb waiting to go off. Now picture adding to that mix one or more pretty boys with $255, no scruples, and a few bottles of body glitter, and you have a PR nightmare in the making, along with no end of liability issues.)
Obviously, I'm appalled that this convention exists... but I find it amusing in a few respects. Mostly, because given our current economic climate, I half-expect TwiCon to fall on its face.
Just out of morbid curiosity, I decided to ask a few people about Twatlight -- specifically, people who are making money off the franchise in one fashion or another.
My first stop was Hot Topic, which makes sense considering they have at least a hundred products on their website related to Twatlight. I spoke with two clerks... and among the first words out of the mouth of one of the clerks were, "you look just like... aw, man, that must suck for you!" I also asked if the fans are as crazy in real life as they seem on the internet (yes, they are). I swear, if Twatlight is still buzzing by the time BayCon rolls around next year, I'll invest either in body-glitter or a haircut -- and at the moment, I'm leaning way toward haircut.
(One of my friends looks enough like Ben Barnes that I found myself thinking of him whenever I saw a poster for Prince Caspian. Considering that Ben Barnes appears likely to have a role in the sequel for Twatlight, I imagine this friend's life will become interesting, and not in a good way, when it comes out -- and he'll have it worse; he's a lot prettier than I am. I should probably warn him, since as far as I know, he's not in fandom and will never see it coming.)
Next stop: Other Change of Hobbit, a terrific little indy bookstore. I asked the head guy there if it was selling, and he admitted through his teeth that it sells and sells and sells. On the one hand, indy bookstores love it when they can buy a book in bulk and have near-guaranteed sales on it -- books like Twatlight and Harry Potter are that sometimes-narrow margin that keeps the bookstore alive. On the other hand, as happy as he is that kids are reading, why did it have to be this book? He mentioned that he read an exhaustive review, written by someone with a mormon background... "lemme guess: hello, creepy author wanting to bone your prophet?" "Yep!"
(I ought to have leafed through the books, at least. Stoney mentions in her review that after Joseph Smith Edward removes himself from Bella's life, there are ten pages of blank space signifying how Bella is nothing without Joseph Smith Edward, and while I do believe it, it's still so ridiculous that I should have checked it for myself.)
Every week, I learn new things about this damned franchise, and every week I loathe it just a little bit more. I swear, this movie needs the live-action Rocky Horror treatment. I wonder how much it would cost: back when I was on the props crew for a Rocky troupe, I never thought to ask things like how much it cost to use the theater or license the reels. I could kick myself for that now...
On the other hand, that might only encourage her.
In related news: a while back, the powers that be at fandom_wank had to kick Twatlight out of the comm, pushing it into sparklefield, a comm that's all twatlight, all the time. It appears that ohnotheydidnt had to do the same thing: ontd_twatlight.
Edited to add: IM chat with a friend. She gave me a terrific idea, and as much as I wish she'd done so much earlier, I'm posting it here anyway because it amuses me that damned much.
moon_very_thin: Actually, I have to admit, awful as the entire thing is, seeing Twilight was probably my most fun cinema trip this winter. flamingchords: I was tempted to see it myself, I admit. moon_very_thin: Well, my enjoyment mostly came from the audience. We don't have fangirls in Ireland quite like US fangirls - even in teens the Irish mentality just doesn't really lend itself to unselfconscious enthusiasm for anything. moon_very_thin: But for this film, there was a clear division between the Edward fans and the Jacob fans at opposite sides of the aisles, slagging each other off throughout the film. It was class. flamingchords: It was the fangirls here that made me decide against it, but for different reason. I got tweens telling me I looked like James AT WORK. I wasn't going to brave a theater after that. moon_very_thin: Lol! moon_very_thin: You should have! And doused yourself in glitter first. And afterword in the lobby declared to your friend in a loud and carrying voice that you think Bella should have ended up with Jacob. moon_very_thin: And then run. flamingchords: It's out of the theaters now, or I'd do it! moon_very_thin: Is it? Awww
You poor, poor bastard. Considering that your character helps "deliver" a baby in one of the later books (for some value of the word "deliver"), you realize this is only going to get worse, right?
You poor, stupid bastard. Or poor, crazy bastard. I'm not sure which. Do yourself a favor and step away from the glittery kool-aid while you still can! Once you take your first steps on the sparkly path, forever will it dominate your career destiny!
You have to have heard about this movie by now. If not, Twilight (or Twatlight, as it's being called all over the web) is a vampire* romance based on a novel by a Mormon housewife who apparently needs to get laid a lot more, or by someone much better at it, as she very clearly has fantasies about being nailed by Joseph Smith. If you're a teenage girl, Twilight is great. If you're a lady who loves watching beautiful men in anything, no matter how terrible, just for the sake of watching beautiful men, Twilight is great. (A few of you on my list are this kind of lady, and no, I don't hold it against you in the least. Hell, I sat all the way through Showgirls once...) For the rest of us... well, even homeless people who'd normally jump at the chance to come in out of the rain would think twice about it, and indeed, one of them has.
(You noticed the asterisk by the word vampire? Yeah. In this case, it means you should probably just put a strikethough through the word.)
I've told one of my friends all this. Now, he wants to see it, because I've apparently made it sound like a spectacular train wreck. Well, a spectacle, at any rate.
So, I may end up seeing this movie after all. Maybe I should smuggle alcohol into the theater? (Hey, it made Saw watchable!) We might end up doing the MST3K thing, except that neither of us have seen the movie so we wouldn't know how to assault it. I know! We can yell "asshole, slut, asshole, slut!" at the screen. Oh, and when James comes on, I can stand up and yell, "I smell pretentiousness! SHE'S THAT WAY!" (Both of us have been on crews for Rocky Horror: him on lights, me on props. Old habits...)
"Welcome! To a very special edition of... The WeakestLink!"
(If you intend to see this movie, you may not want to highlight the black bars.)
"The five people trapped in the sewer tunnels today all have certain things in common that we'll discover during the course of the show. They could have a chance at a big prize: getting out of the sewers alive. If they want that big prize, though, they'll have to work as a team, but four of them could very well leave with nothing, as round by round, we lose the player voted off as... The WeakestLink. Let's meet the team!"
"Hi, I'm Mallick. I'm a junkie who burned down a building for a big bag o' heroin."
"Hi, I'm Ashley. I'm a fire inspector, who filed a false police report on the fire that this junkie asshole started."
"I'm Brit. I work in real estate, and I'm the one who arranged for Mallick to burn the building down."
"Hey. I'm Luba. I'm in city planning, and I was in on that fire, too."
"Hello, I'm Charles. I'm an investigative reporter, and I was writing a story about a fire. Oh, and I know all about these other idiots."
"Now, the rules are... oh, screw the rules. Start the clock!"
And then, five little, five little, five little indians navigate a series of four traps. The smallest and weakest of the four gets voted off the island beheaded in the first trap. Then, as with all game shows like this, they vote off the smart one, whose Walk of Shame is replaced by being blown to bits. Then, in a shocking display of treachery, the real estate agent saves the junkie and kills the city planner.
Finally, two little, two little, two little indians discover the plot twist: if they'd all cooperated, instead of trying to vote each other off the island, the last trap would let them all survive with only a little severe blood loss. Indeed, all the traps were designed to reward teamwork, but no, these idiots have all been watching too much reality TV, and now, two of them are trying to fill a jar with ten pints of their own blood. One dies, and the other is looking really pale by the end, but is mumbling "we won, we won, we won."
Meanwhile, the cop who turned out to be Jigsaw's apprentice in Saw IV has a few flashbacks. In these flashbacks, he kills someone using a Jigsaw-style trap, but then he gets blackmailed by Jigsaw into becoming his apprentice. Soon, he enjoys it. Soon, there's unbearable sexual tension between the two, and eventually, he's giving Jigsaw new zest for life, with the curative powers of teh hawt ghey buttsexxors...
...okay, I made that last part up. But this movie is heavy on the flashbacks. It has to be -- Jigsaw died in Saw III, and they have to keep him alive somehow, right?
Meanwhile, he has to worry about the FBI agent in the last movie discovering him. Fortunately, in a plot twist so half-assed I'm pretty sure the writer only included it to fulfill some "minimum number of plot twists" clause in the contract, he was able to borrow the giant trash compactor from Star Wars, and he used this thing to crush his foe like a grape, only much messier. So, his secret identity is safe, and he can go back to being a police officer on the TV show Picket Fences... at least until October of next year.
I kinda enjoyed this movie, but as with the previous one, I was a bit drunk at the time. What, you expect me to watch it sober? After how bad the other ones have been? But seriously, it looks a bit like the writers are being made aware of all the plotholes in the first few movies by fans pointing them out, and they're trying to repair the plotholes in the sequels.
Saw V is coming up, and with it, my review of it, in which I will likely say lots of mean things about it. Well, okay, it's possible that Saw V may be good, but considering that the previous four movies were all just barely-dressed-up torture porn, how likely is that, really? Anyway, last year, I saw Saw IV after having three of those single-shot bottles of good alcohol, which made the movie a lot more amusing. I'll probably be doing the same thing again this year.
In addition, a friend on LJ gave me a writing challenge, also related to Saw V. The scary thing is, it turns out the real challenge will be waiting until Saw V is actually released to post it. I'll probably post it under footsie's name, on JournalFen. I'll provide a link here when I've posted it there.
So, at work, we have this disc that we play on loop that's supposed to show off just how bloody amazing blu-ray DVDs are. I'll admit that the disc does the job, but the movies it uses are annoying the crap out of me.
First of all, Walk Hard: the Dewey Cox Story. Try to imagine Bill Murray, but painfully unfunny, and without the charm and smoldering good looks. Then cast him in a role halfway between the Beatles and Elvis, with all the fame and women -- especially women -- that implies.
(John C Reily is a lot like Norm MacDonald and Will Farrell. All three of them together are funnier than cancer only by the narrowest of margins, and yet movie producers keep hiring them. WHY???!!!???)
Next: Good Luck Chuck. Dane Cook is twice as funny as John C Reily, I'll give him that. This movie's comedic highlights include "ow, my nuts," "ow, my nuts," "lookit the fat girl eating hur hur," and just in case you missed it, "ow my nuts."
Saw IV: I almost liked this movie when I saw it in the theater. In all fairness, I was drunk at the time. (When I get home, I'll link to that from here.)
Across the Universe: Looks pretty but appears to made no damned sense.
I dunno about you guys, but this just makes me want to RUSH out and plunk down $400 for a blu-ray DVD player!
Don LaFontaine August 26, 1940 -- September 1, 2008
For those of you who don't know who Don LaFontaine is... you actually do know who he is; you just don't realize it. Have you ever seen a movie trailer with a deep, gravely voiceover, done by what has to be a seven-foot-tall man who's been smoking cigarettes since early childhood? All too often, beginning with the phrase "in a world...?"
Yyyep. Told ya you know who he was. He's done trailers for about five thousand movies. You almost have to have been under a rock your entire life not to have heard him.
Well, he died two days ago. A damned shame, that. In addition to having such a distinctive set of pipes, he had a wonderful sense of humor. And gods help me, I'm about to put one of those stupid GEICO ads in my LJ, just to prove it.
You'll be missed. You made "in a world" such an instant catchphrase that it became a joke, and then you had the grace to laugh with us about it.
The theme for Mission: Impossible is in 5/4. Not 4/4. 5/4. Two dotted quarter-notes on G, followed by two undotted quarter-notes, one on Bb, one on C. Adding more dotted quarter-notes to make the song 4/4 ruined it.
I suppose it's possible that your techno-producing software can't handle odd meters. If that's the case, let me tell you right now: your software blows goats. Admittedly, I can't afford $600 for Sibelius, but my current programs -- Cakewalk, and Harmony Assistant -- are each under $100, and have both handled 5/4, to say nothing of 7/4, 11/4, and 13/8, with finesse. (Yes, I've used all of these time signatures. I'm warped, okay?)
Besides, you can afford better software. You're making royalties!
I realize that odd meters are a bitch -- that's why I like them so much -- but for gods' sake, any ten-year-old can hum this song. Why can't you?
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angryalien_feed, the Thirty Second Bunny Troupe has been making condensed, animated versions of movies for a few years now, and most of them have been really damned funny. Sadly, they just had their first creative failure. They've now made a few dozen really good cartoons... and one really awful one.![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small}
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ohnotheydidnt had to do the same thing: 