Monday, September 12, 2016

Film Review: Allegiant (the Divergent series)

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I have a riddle for you. When does 1 + 1 + 1 = 4?

That’s right, when you have written three books but always manage to make four movies.

Not sure why I keep watching this series – I haven’t read the books, I don’t find the plot interesting, and no one I know has seen/read them…yet I find reviewing them so fun. The Divergent Series: Allegiant is the third in the book trilogy of four movies (insert shameless plug for previous reviews of Divergent and Insurgent). One of the issues I have with not being particularly vested in this story is that I always forget what has happened and then piece it together retrospectively. Between playing with my cat and skeezing on Four's (lead male) rippling biceps, I caught maybe 35% of the film. I still got the general gist.

OK so this film creates layer upon layer of confusion. Just when you think you have found the ultimate secret regime, there’s /another/ secret regime underpinning it which is controlled by yet /another/ secret regime….each layer more secret and regime-y than the last.

All forms of media these days are geared towards feeding our outrage and suspicion of authority. It’s such an easy target. Just once I’d like to see a film where a government agency is like “we need to collect some data from you”, the character is like “yeah alright mate”, and NOTHING bad happens. I mean, that wouldn’t have to be the /entire/ premise for the film, you could fill the rest with cat videos. It writes itself.

Conversely, and fascinatingly, we’re as idealistic as we are sceptical. Film characters are perpetually disappointed that no world is perfect – here’s a tip: just pick a place and make the most of it. Here’s another tip: what is perfect to you may be hell to someone else. There are always winners and losers.

OK, back to the film. We start off in a new regime after the preceding regime was overthrown. This new regime is anti-establishment etc and, like all punk regimes, always looks like it’s enforced by skinheads. The new regime are putting on trial all those that were instrumental in the previous regime and submitting them to “mob justice” (which is code for execution).

Our leading lady Tris is uncomfortable with this “shoot first, ask questions later” regime and wants to bust out. She looks longingly at the wall surrounding the city and thinks she can see life beyond it (yeah, like 7m from the wall is a glowing radioactive dump). Tagging along with her on the escape is her brother, Biceps, and the most annoying character who just refuses to get killed.

After some of the worst special effects I have seen (that wouldn’t look out of place in a 1960’s space movie), the group are rescued and taken to a research facility. The facility is run by a sensible old white guy in a suit so you /know/ it’s gonna be good.

All this time, the sheeple of Chicago thought they were the only people left in the world…but, turns out, there are heaps of people left and they are just part of some experiment being run to create genetic purity or some shit. Mind = blown. Then starts the tedious tropes about the dangers of genetic modification (*yawn).

Again, there’s an interesting interplay going on here. They want genetic purity, and those that are “pure” get better jobs, wear white clothes, and have better tattoos. But, at the same time, they’re dissing genetic manipulation? Weird. Anywho, turns out that Tris is exceptional in /yet another/ way - she's the only genetically pure person so they want to replicate her (and I think that's code for breeding *porn music plays).

While Tris swans about with the head honchos, the rest of her peeps are assigned public service jobs. But, as always, something isn't passing the sniff test and so Biceps goes to investigate. Yep, the stuff that they /said/ they were doing isn’t what they’re doing at all! And the people in charge of them are up to no good as well.

Disenfranchised, Tris heads back to Chicago. What regime will we uncover in the final movie? Only time will tell.

5 regimes out of 10.

Saturday, September 03, 2016

Film Review: The Jungle Book


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As a white, hetero, educated female from a privileged background, I know a thing or two about discrimination. Let me womansplain it to you. Take a knee, chumps.

I don't drink. In Australia, this is seen as some sort of affliction to be remedied by yokels trying to ply you with alcohol every 2 minutes. I don't like tea or coffee. This gets an amazed commentary around how "good" I am (not really, I eat a block of choc a day, I just don't like coffee). I don't like the sun and so I get endless jabs about my whiteness and that I'm a vampire (you drink blood one time and never live it down). I have short hair. You'd be surprised how much schtick and 1950s commentary I cop for that as if my very femininity, sexuality, and the future of women everywhere is on the line by virtue of the length of my hair.

But none of my lifestyle choices have copped as much backlash as my choice to be a vegetarian.

Why did I start with this massive rant? Aside from the fact that I enjoy my own rants, the comments I receive from people about my choice to be a vegetarian show exactly what I find so repulsive about people - they have no respect for animals and think they're just there to serve their needs. We can do whatever we want as long as it makes us happy - and, to even think otherwise, is unnatural.

So that's where I am at. And, when I review this film, I am not going into the tedious tropes about the racist undertones...read any quasi-thinker's blog for that...I am championing the animal stuff. If you don't like that, cease reading now.

So, The Jungle Book is a live-action/CGI adaptation of the works of Rudyard Kipling as well as being a hat-doff to the 1967 Disney film. I admit I didn't grow up on these works or watch the cartoon - wasn't something that ever appealed to me. So I am coming at this from only distant literary knowledge.

The basic premise is that an orphaned boy (Mowgli) is raised in the jungle by various animals but must evade constant threats from tiger, Shere Khan. Yeah, that's pretty much it. Oh, and he sets fire to the jungle at the end - good one, mate. Next time, we have a dinner party at /your/ place.

My overall impression is that this is a watchable film with (mostly) stunning visuals. It's an ambitious project and, in my view, mostly pays dividends.

But, as it's a limited plot, there's not much else to say here. The film kind of bumbles its way through various scenes and then ends suddenly. It's a bit unsatisfying really. Some of the themes that Kipling was making never quite come across and that's a bit of a lost opportunity. Instead, I will just over-analyse the shit out of it.

Kipling was, in part, trying to promote the need for species preservation when he wrote these stories inspired by his time in India. For me though, it just demonstrates that even when people /try/ to stand up for animals, they filter it through their own lens. 

First up, the story is very mammal-centric and all the creatures are humanised and sanitised. They are then given personalities based on our own rank stereotypes of what they're like - snakes are evil, bears are lazy and eat honey, monkeys live in abandoned cities - sick shit like that. And, though Mowgli can naturally understand the creatures (because humans can do whatever they put their minds to, apparently), there is a constant "us" and "them" mentality. All the animals can communicate with each other but humans can't talk to them. And, despite being saved by these majestic creatures, Mowgli just can't wait to get back to being a tool-creating asshole who takes more than he needs and destroys everything he touches.

Secondly, some of the animals dream of being human and see the human ability to control fire (the "red flower" as it's so eloquently referred to) as being sufficient to propel them to the top of the food chain. This dream of being human was where much of the criticisms of racism came from - Louie dreams of being able to wield the red flower and be like Mowgli. Naturally, I think being like Mowgli is a step down. The original Louie was voiced in an "African American" stereotype which was seen as racist - they "tactfully" side-step this in this remake by an equally stereotyped Italian mafia voice (which is just as on the nose if you ask me).

What stuns me is how Disney so desperately tries to work in references to earlier films that are probably best forgotten. Working in the songs throughout this remake just seems like a tip of the cap too far and it would have worked better without them. There are also two scenes directly ripped off from The Lion King. Seriously, you could have just edited in those scenes and you'd barely notice.

Other than the themes and the missed opportunity to deal with them more seriously, the acting (and voice acting) lets this film down. The kid can't act. He's terrible...just terrible. I enjoyed listening to Ben Kingsley (Bagheera) and Scarlett Johansson (Kaa), but the remaining cast are actually pretty woeful (notably Christopher Walken and Bill Murray). It just didn't work for me.

All up, worth a view. My cat loved it too - was pawing at the TV screen whenever the tiger came on (he thinks he's a tiger...see pic).

6.5 paws out of 10.

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Film Review: How to be Single

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It sounds ridiculous to say, but this movie spoke to me. For a comedy, it really hits on some truths…yes, it’s girly…yes, it’s cliché…but, damn, so much rings true.

How to be Single follows the kind of structure that I usually dislike (and disliked it again in this film) – the structure that has multiple disparate story lines loosely based around the same theme but involving a character that will intersect the different story threads from time to time. Kind of the same thing as Love, Actually or Valentine’s Day (I haven’t seen either of these movies but I know that’s how they are structured).

The main plot involves Alice (Dakota Johnson…most recently of Fifty Shades fame) who decides to go on a “break” from her boyfriend and then experiences all the stages of singledom. Helping her navigate the world of being single is Robin (Rebel Wilson). There are two other subplots involving another woman and a bartender and also Alice’s sister – neither of which I cared about. The subplot with the character Lucy is exasperatingly annoying.

Personal truth – I am single. I have been single for over 18 months and still show no interest in making a connection with someone new. I am Alice. Her awkwardness, her readiness to fall into relationships (and revisit unfulfilling ones – sinking into “d*cksand” as Robin puts it), and the fact she hadn’t spent any time “alone”. In the film, she reaches a realisation of her relationship mistakes when she starts to hook up with her ex, only to discover he’s still with his new partner and he’s only trying to get “closure” with her. The exact same thing happened to me. It leaves you feeling so very worthless.

But, there is an upside. The film takes a light-hearted view of being single. At first I thought this would be one of those plots where the girl dumps the guy then meets the “right one” and they all live happily ever after. But that doesn’t happen. Instead, she discovers it’s OK to be alone. I too have found that (though I have passed the point that Alice refers to in the movie when you become so entrenched in your ways and used to being alone that you can’t accept anyone else).

Rebel Wilson (who went to my school and it still trips me out) is hands-down brilliant in this. You could remove every other actor in this and it would still be as enjoyable. Everything she says is gold, her timing is on point, and her mannerisms are hysterical and engaging. Dakota Johnson is a wallflower (albeit a beautiful wallflower)…but its Leslie Mann (who plays Alice’s sister) that gets to me. She is in every movie and always playing the same character (neurotic, controlling 40-something woman who is freaking out about something). It’s getting tedious.

This isn’t going to be a film that you will revisit over and over again…or one that will be remembered beyond 2016…but, for any women who have been single, you’re likely to find some truths in this that may give you some comfort. Yep, it seems no matter who we are, we’re still all the same.

7 singles out of 10.

Friday, April 29, 2016

McDonalds Praise Blog 14: Haloumi Create your Taste

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, lived a girl who loved burgers and nuggets. Though she had a world of food opportunities available, she yearned for the sweet caress of the mythical Maccas. Day after day, she would write odes to Maccas, visit him with offerings of money, and proclaim her adoration to any receptive (or non-receptive) audience.

Then one day, tragedy struck. She was slain by two powerful foes – vegetarianism and being a food wanker. These foes proved too powerful and she withdrew from her love…hiding away in every overpriced organic eatery that she could find.

Days turned into weeks…turned into months…turned into more months… UNTIL something miraculous happened. Maccas started offering vegetarian options.

So she ventured out one day in search of her long lost love. The reunion was heart-warming to say the least.

I get the feeling this is going to be the start of a beautiful romance.

Maccas have never really pandered to the poncho-wearing, tree-hugging, dope-smoking vegetarian syndicate. Unfortunately, that excluded me on at least two counts. So, when I saw the latest addition to their Create your Taste menu was haloumi, well, I’d be an idiot not to go.

I was delighted to see that they have upgraded the ordering interface so it’s now much easier to use. I thank myself for that upgrade (you’re welcome, everyone). For my meal today, I ordered a burger with haloumi (2 pieces), brioche bun, long sliced pickle, guacamole, beetroot, spinach, tomato onion relish, and herb aioli.

This was a thoroughly planned burger. The haloumi was the savoury/salty element, the acidity was covered by the pickle and relish, aioli and avocado for creaminess, beetroot for contrast, brioche for buttery-ness, and spinach for freshness. And, not to brag, but I can make a freaking great burger.

This was amazing. When it hit the table, it wasn’t too overwhelming in size but it was comfortably filling. The burger was moist, flavoursome, and interesting with every bite. A real flavour sensation for the tastebuds. A true exploration for the senses. A fascinating voyage through flavour country.

OK shutting up now.

At any rate, this is a great addition to the Maccas menu and gives a real alternative for vegetarians. Their CYT quality has remained high and the experience is pleasant. For $13 to get a burger of that quality with a basket of fries and a bottle of water is excellent value.

If you love haloumi (and, let’s face it, who doesn’t?), go and replicate my CYT burger at your nearest Maccas. You won’t regret it.

9 ponchos out of 10.

Monday, December 14, 2015

Film Review: Ted 2

I have rather fond memories of seeing the first Ted movie so I was a bit reluctant to see the sequel. Fortunately, this doesn’t ruin the first one and kind of feels more like a stand-alone movie (in that it wouldn’t matter if you hadn’t seen the first one before seeing this one).

So we kick off Ted 2 at the wedding of Ted and his fiancée, Tami-Lynn. Everything seems blissful till life stuff happens and they realise what a sad rut they are in and, so, decide to have a child. As Ted is a teddy bear, they’d need to adopt. This brings their marital status to the attention of the Government who deem him as property and not a person. He then pursues a case to be declared a person instead of property.

There’s not much to it other than that. It’s more about the jokes. The first thing I want to mention is that the effects are much better in this film – Ted looks insanely adorable and his movements are fluid and seamless.

There are some genuinely funny moments that made me “lol”. For example, when they are assigned a junior lawyer to take their case pro bono (Amanda Seyfried), Ted asks how old she is followed by “I don't want my lawyer singing Frozen songs during the opening address”.  I also was guiltily laughing at the ongoing Google joke throughout the movie that you’re only ever two clicks away from black c*cks. I know I shouldn’t laugh, but it’s seriously funny how many times they manage to put that joke in. Like no matter what they search for, Google asks “did you mean black c*cks?” and has images in the search result.

Then there are other jokes that (in typical Seth MacFarlane fashion) go too far; the ongoing misogyny, the casual way domestic violence is handled, and the light-hearted treatment of pornography. I find pornography particularly repugnant but a lot of the movie just shows how insidious misogyny is when certain jokes are thrown in not even in an ironic way. We have a long way to go as society when we can’t even be reflexive enough to know when we’re being sexist a**holes. The ongoing comparisons to the Civil Rights movement (albeit tongue-in-cheek) were also in poor taste and uncomfortable to watch.

Much of the cast remains the same – which begs the question why they needed a casting director for either of these movies? It’s just the Family Guy cast plus one or two people. I found it was getting distracting in this movie and quite often found myself thinking of Peter Griffin rather than Ted saying some of the lines. I also found Mark Wahlberg’s arms distracting – why are his forearms bigger than his biceps?? I seriously couldn’t focus on anything else whenever he was on screen. It’s weird. And why are they persisting with making him the object of desire for every hot woman he comes across? *Shudder. Unfortunately Giovanni Ribisi is back as well. Nuff said.

There are some great celebrity appearances that serve as novel punctuations throughout. Tom Brady’s scenes were particularly gold and good-humoured. I suppose you can afford to mock yourself when you’re insanely rich, talented, fall-at-the-door good looking, and married to the richest supermodel on the planet. Damn these perfect super-humans.

Sadly the movie goes on for maybe half an hour too long and loses its momentum becoming indulgent and a little boring. As such I don’t think it’s as strong as the first movie but it’s still enjoyable enough.

7 talking teddy bears out of 10.

Monday, November 30, 2015

Film Review: The Hunger Games Mockingjay Part 2

I have made no secret of the fact that I didn’t enjoy the final book of this series and thought it was a ridiculous idea to divide the final book into two movies. While the books may have been average, the movies actually achieved a level of maturity and were captivating and enjoyable. Both The Hunger Games and Catching Fire were excellent movies, but things started to take a slip for Mockingjay.

This book is essentially the Hunger Games series equivalent of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. You have a tedious book, a captive audience, and a massive film budget – what to do but pump out as many movies as you can before you have to end the franchise. The final book is also when you can randomly kill off characters or throw in sickly sweet endings without any repercussions or questions.

We pick up exactly where we left off, which, frankly, is pretty presumptuous – it’s been a year since the last movie guys, as if we can remember what happened (TV shows are on daily yet still have a “previously on…” section). So, Katniss is feeling bummed because Peeta has been brainwashed by the Capitol and keeps trying to kill her. Disillusioned (and continuing to be the puppet of President Coin, President Snow, and former game-maker Plutarch), Katniss tries to take matters into her own hands and sets off on a mission to kill Snow. They spend a whole bunch of time in tunnels, the Presidential mansion always seems to be too many blocks away (in one scene they said it’s still 78 blocks away and I was like FFS), and high tech gadgets and creatures attack them and thin the herd a bit.

My sister and I were discussing the unnecessary kill-offs and she was saying the sister was uncalled for, and I said that Finnick is the true Hedwig moment of the book (for non-nerds, the death of Hedwig in Harry Potter was the ultimate unnecessary and throw-away death…he could’ve just flown away; jerks). This is the conversation that followed:
Sis: “Wait, Finnick dies?”
Me: “Yeah”
Sis: “Perving on him was the best part of the movie. At least she ends up with Gale”
Me: “She ends up with Peeta”
Sis: “Oh”
Me: “You just made up your own plot didn’t you?”
Sis: “Yeah”

There was a lot of shuffling and talking going on in the cinema. It’s a long movie and almost nothing happens. Nearly every scene could have been edited out and it would not have a deleterious impact on the overall movie series. On the contrary, by protracting the series, they undermined the realisations that Katniss has about power, control, and junk as it’s clear that she (and the audience) knew this ages ago so the ending has no impact.

There is almost nothing good about this film – the visuals offer nothing new or exciting, the cast are woefully underutilised considering their collective talent, and the mood is sombre and heavy. Even the attempted romance scenes (which I’d usually be up for cos I am single and pathetic), are nauseating and poorly scripted (doesn’t help that Peeta is ugly).

Overall this series was masterful in terms of portraying a novel series onto the screen and Lawrence has done a wonderful job with a challenging (and quite unlikable) character, but, sadly, this last film duo has let the series down and undermined the first two movies. It’s a real shame actually. See it for closure only.

4 made up plots out of 10.

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Film Review: Insurgent (The Divergent Series)

OK, to be honest I’d totally forgotten what happened in the first movie and who all the characters were, so let’s have it. It’s still the future and “divergents” have become enemy number one. Society has been broken up into various factions for the sake of peace according to what their main strength is (see previous review for hilarious explanation). But, every so often there are individuals that display multiple strengths (“divergents”).

We pick up where we left off after faction Erudite (which is repeatedly mispronounced throughout the film) led an attack against Abnegation. Our leading lady, Tris (Shailene Woodley – who has the screen presence of a mushroom…and not one of those fancy ones either), is haunted by the memories of the unprovoked attack and wants to do "something different" so she does the unthinkable…what no woman should ever do - she cuts her hair short. Here I thought you guys were so bad ass and yet short hair shocks you and generates about 30 minutes of dialogue in the film. Is this the future or Downton Abbey?

Anywho, Tris and her buddies (including love interest, Four – that’s his name – well his adopted name anyway) are hiding out with the Amity faction while Erudite leader Jeanine (Kate Winslet) is searching for a divergent to open a box that has a message from the founders of their civilisation. Jeanine hypothesises that this box (which looks a little like a PS4) will contain the secret to ridding society of divergents. In my view, her reasoning was always flawed here. A divergent was necessary to open the box…why would they create a box to destroy divergents when only a divergent could open it? That’s like creating a cashless theme park with a gold coin entry fee.

All this flimsy, nonsensical plot aside, I don’t understand what’s wrong with the society created by the overlords. When will young people learn to submit to government control and stop thinking for themselves?

Meanwhile, Erudite and Dauntless are closing in on Tris and Four so they take up shelter with Candor (the third most useless faction). Here, the leader of Candor administers truth serum to see if Four and Tris had anything to do with the attack…we find out that they didn’t and that Four loves Tris (aww, that’s kinda nice).

Mixed in with all this we have some confused alliance with a group of renegades who are “factionless” (don’t fit into any of the factions). So now we have the five factions, divergents, varying levels of divergence, and now these derelict factionless people? Geez, I thought things were better with Mufasa.

As this whole movie revolves around opening a box, I’ll give you the 411 on that situation. So they finally open the box and it turns out that the founders thought that divergents are good…#plottwist…dun dun dunnnnnnnnnnn.

*taps fingers.

Then the movie kind of ends. I think there’s another one after this too but lord knows what that’s about. I think this was marginally better than the first movie but only just. I am going to endeavour to see the new Hunger Games at the actual cinema so will have a review of that soon.

6 short hair cuts on a woman out of 10.

Monday, August 17, 2015

Film Review: The Theory of Everything

It’s Saturday night and I (for a rare change) don’t have taped TV shows to watch, so I decide to watch a movie. I look through my current selection and, after hovering far too long over Fifty Shades of Grey, settle on The Theory of Everything.

The Theory of Everything is based on a memoir penned by Stephen Hawking’s ex-wife (Jane) and tells the story of their relationship, his diagnosis of motor neuron disease, and his rise to fame as a physicist.

Now, without sounding totally insensitive, film makers need to realise that being famous doesn’t automatically make someone interesting. They may make us wonder, but, ultimately, they don’t all have a story worth telling. With the exception of the fact that Hawking is, well, Stephen Hawking, and that he was diagnosed with motor neuron disease, nothing happens in his life except that he gets married and has kids. This makes for incredibly tedious viewing as it’s not an interesting story at all (and over 2 hours of hard slog to boot).

It’s the 1960s and a young Hawking (Eddie Redmayne) is studying at Cambridge and having difficulty deciding what he should write his thesis about. After attending a lecture on black holes with his professor (David Thewlis) he decides to write his thesis about time. Right around this time he begins courting a lady (oOoOoOoO), Jane Wilde (Felicity Jones), and, soon after, begins exhibiting symptoms that he discovers are the onset of motor neuron disease (and that his prognosis is 2 years to live). This is all very awful and watching him degenerate is painful to watch. Arguably one of the better scenes in the movie is when he receives his diagnosis and asks about whether his brain will still function; the doctor tells him that his thoughts will remain but soon “no one will be able to know what they are”. Truly devastating…but is this story any more interesting than anyone else diagnosed with motor neuron disease? Not really. As mentioned, all that happens other than that is that he gets married and has three kids.

As the movie is based on Jane’s memoirs, it’s light on science and heavy on “Jane is a saint”. Honestly I thought (and still think) she seems like a dark narcissist. For a start, why the fork would you get a house with stairs knowing his condition? Seriously. What’s wrong with you?? Secondly, continuing to have children with him when he is so limited and needs full time care (that you’re struggling to provide), smacks of selfishness. (I should make a side note that Jane knew his prognosis before they got married and Hawking did try and warn her off staying with him)

Predictably, Jane begins to struggle with all the responsibilities and seeks solace in a church choir. It’s a story as old as time; take on too much responsibility, nek minnit there's this random hot church guy teaching your kid piano and eating dinner at your house. I actually found both of their behaviour towards this guy reprehensible - they were more than complicit in taking advantage of this poor fellow (Jane leveraged off the fact that he had feelings for her in order to get his help and Stephen because he felt obliged to help and was in awe of him). Rather sickening really; but she certainly didn’t like it when another woman came sniffing around. Funnily enough they both end up with the other people – Jane marries church guy and Stephen goes out with his speech therapist. By this point in the movie, I was wondering whether the kids were still alive as we hadn’t heard boo about them for about 40 minutes. Typical narcissists.

Anyway, this is a pretty mundane movie and there’s nothing you can get from it that you couldn’t garner from my synopsis and a documentary on motor neuron disease. The fact that she wrote the novel at all (and then accepted movie rights for it) again confirms my view that she’s an opportunistic narcissist.

3 narcissists out of 10

Monday, July 06, 2015

McDonald’s Praise Blog 13: Create Your Taste

The logo
Blog followers have become restless. My Maccas Praise Blog series has been light on recently. I’m sorry, but I’ve become a wholefood, organic, salad-eating inner city hipster. I was already derisive and pious, all I need now is a Ned Kelly beard! The latter can be a work in a progress.

But, from a staunch Maccas lover who wrote poetry about it to someone who hasn’t eaten it in months, it kind of speaks to what’s happening to Maccas worldwide. They’re losing dollars fast and need to reinvent themselves in order to keep up with market demands.

Australia has, in many ways, been leading the charge here. They are constantly reinventing themselves with fresher food options, more customisable meals, and McCafe.

Touch screen interface
Create Your Taste (CYT) is the latest creation in this battle to win back customers. Basically you create your own burger – selecting your toppings from 30 gourmet ingredients (as opposed to the standard sh** on the other burgers) and then it’s served to you, at your table, on a wooden board with a basket of fries. The idea is that it’s “un-McDonald’s”.

Last night I (finally) went to create my burger. Let’s start with the experience (as reviewing the burger will be less interesting as everyone will create something different).

The Maccas I dined at was in Darling Quarter; this is a particularly busy Maccas and floor space is at a premium. So, when you enter, there is a small, clustered forest of tall touch screens with the CYT ordering system (see pic). After shuffling through the queue for the registers, children playing hide-n-seek around the screens, and confused looky-loos, I found a screen and began the process.

The system takes you through selecting your bun, your toppings, your extras, and your sauces. It all looks artistic and appetising, but the interface wasn’t particularly user-friendly. In particular, the random placement of ingredients across the screen as opposed to a list wasn’t logical, and the scrolling was damn near impossible. Nearly every time I tried to scroll down, I ended up adding a pineapple or (worse) lettuce to the burger then having to remove it and try to scroll again. The scrolling motion area should be separate to the selecting part of the screen to avoid this. Better yet, have everything on a single screen so you don’t need to scroll at all.

My pre-planned burger toppings
Then, when you create your burger, you come to the options around turning it into a meal. Hell yes, I want a meal! So you select you want a meal and an extravagant drinks list comes up. When trying to scroll to get to bottled water (which was the very last option btw), it selected Sprite, and then I tried to find how to go back, couldn’t find anything, pressed “Cancel” and then wound up at the start again! Very frustrating. For the drinks screen in particular, a simple list of “Soft drinks”, “Shakes”, “Juices”, “Water”, “Other” which you could select into for further options would be far superior to the current unusable list of every drink imaginable to scroll through. Also, as a germ-o-phobe, I don’t like touching screens before I am about to eat that have had everyone else’s grubby, greasy fingers on them.

Are you writing this down Maccas?

Anyway, so with my order placed, I then am presented with several screens of instructions that are zoomed through so quickly I barely got to see them. I seem to recall a brief flash of needing to pin my receipt to the side of my table but I had no idea how. After sitting for a few minutes, I notice an empty CYT clipboard on a nearby table and grab it for my receipt. Had I not seen that, I wouldn’t have known to get this clipboard. Yet another flaw of the system.

Now for the food, I like my burgers saucy and slippery. To this end, I had beef, rasher bacon, caramelised onions, 2 slices of cheddar, guacamole, tortilla chips, long sliced pickle, and aioli, ketchup and dijonnaise, all served on a brioche-style bun (see pic). This, with fries and a 600mL bottle of water, came to $15.55 which is pretty good value considering the extras I ordered.
The presentation

After quite a wait (and endless swan-necking on my part to see if my tray was being walked around), my meal arrived. It looked awesome (see pics). The bun looked buttery and rich, the fries were served in a wire basket, and the whole meal was on a wooden board replete with proper serviettes and a moist towelette. I felt like the queen I am when it rocked up.

And it delivered on taste too. The burger was moist, lighter (and yet more nourishing than a standard Maccas burger), and tasted quality. The bun was buttery, the sauces were delicious, the guacamole was fresh and light, and I hit all the right notes in terms of textural contrasts (though could have used some acidity). The chips were also amazing – the freshest, hottest, cleanest-tasting chips I’ve ever had at Maccas.

A couple of notes though for improvement – the cheese slices were served on top of one another when, really, there should be one on either side of the patty for maximum meltage. The patty itself was a bit standard and underwhelming. I also found that the sauces, while delicious, were incredibly overpowering and “one note” so that the bacon and tortilla chips were indistinguishable (flavour-wise) but still added a good texture.
The money shot

All up, with some tweaks to the ordering interface, this could be a win for burger lovers. I’m just not convinced that it’s feasible with their existing structure. Maccas has always succeeded on consistency and not customisability; even at most cafés nowadays, they won’t let you pick and choose what you put into a dish. And how fair is it for staff to have to produce endless different burgers then bring them to a table while, at the same time, meeting the endless churn of bogan cheapskates (who will find these prices too high) and hung-over drunks? Are burger lovers really going to come to Maccas for something like this or should they just focus on bogans and drunks? Just doesn’t seem viable from a staffing, efficiency or economic perspective. It’s still the best burger I have ever had from Maccas…and that’s worth something.

Food for thought and worth a try.

7 touch screens out of 10.

Monday, June 22, 2015

Film Review: Jurassic World

My sister has been champing at the bit for the release of Jurassic World. Pretty much every day she has been tagging me in trailers and teasers on Facebook and, on the weekend, it happened; we had our Jurassic World viewing.

It’s a difficult one to review actually. I mean no one goes to see a Jurassic movie expecting high culture, wit, and sophistication (as tempting as it was to see Far from the Madding Crowd instead) – you go wanting to see people getting eaten by dinosaurs, and plenty of it.

So, in one sense, it delivers. People get eaten by dinosaurs. The dinosaurs are super cute and toothy. It’s an action flick and engaging and fast-paced enough to keep you entertained throughout the run time (in fairness, it didn’t feel as long as it was – which is a good sign).

But that’s really it. There is nothing remotely original or interesting about this fourth instalment in the franchise. It’s just a carbon copy of previous movies – dinosaurs are cloned on a remote island off South America, people visit the island to see said dinosaurs, somehow the big baddie escapes, hilarity ensues.

In this movie, we have a theme park set up to showcase the dinosaurs. Geneticists (headed by B.D. Wong – who I love) are charged with creating new attractions for the park and have been going a bit crazy with their creations. Their latest attraction is the Indominus rex (oh, sorry, /Verizon presents/ the Indominus rex) and they are confident this will draw back the crowds. Little did they know that the Indominus rex has a brain and can think and shit – they did NOT see that coming. Anyway, you all know what happens without me writing it.

The same tropes apply. Siblings Zach and Gray attend the park to see their aunt (Claire; Bryce Dallas Howard). Zach and Gray are teenagers so you know they’re moody and despondent (but are somehow disappointed they’re not getting family time). Claire (the aunt) is a successful, articulate, intelligent businesswoman – so you know her priorities are whack and she needs to quit that fussing and get back to the important things in life – like shacking up with some motorcycle-riding dirtbag and concentrating on making babies and roast dinners (and not necessarily in that order).

Enter Owen (Chris Pratt) – he trains the velociraptors, lives in a trailer, dismisses personal hygiene, and rides a motorcycle. Classic Lone Wolf. And, we have our dirtbag.

Where the movie falls really flat is the social attitudes and the multiple (unresolved) plot additions. What they should’ve done is just let dinosaurs eat people for 2 hours and we all would’ve had a good laugh.
 
Instead we have inept commentary on everything from genetic engineering, family values, corporate sponsorship/greed, and the ethics of military weapons. The attitudes portrayed in the movie are archaic and (frankly) insulting. Their insistence on respecting the natural order (which, somehow, extends to the family unit) has a quasi-religious overtone to it which is nauseating. And the entire sub-plots of the personal lives of the siblings and the /ridiculous/ military story with training the velociraptors could be removed and would have resulted in a more cogent, refined movie.

So, yeah, it’s not a bad movie, but it strayed too far from what the audience wants and expects from this franchise. My sister and I definitely had a good time watching it and making fun of things – like the kid’s name (Gray – it wasn’t a typo – his name was Gray). For starters, his name (if we were being 100% realistic) should be something like Pjax’n (pronounced “Jackson”) and everyone should have selfie sticks trying to get the Indominus rex to photobomb their Instagram snap. But, at one point, my sister said “What the hell kind of name is Gray anyway? It’s like ‘Hey Black, you get ‘ere’”. From that point, we lost it – we were in the Giggle Loop for the next hour. Good times.

If you love dinosaurs and silly action movies, go and see it – just block out the rest of the nonsense and focus on the action.

6 toothy dinosaurs out of 10.