Plot? who cares about a plot?

because in many ways it doesn't matter so long as it's gorgeous. Same goes for comprehensibility.

I'm talking about films obviously, in TV and books, it's rather more difficult to get away with - though not always.

So yeah, I went with a few friends a short while ago to see Avatar, reportedly the most expensive film ever made. You can see where the money was spent, it is one of the most visually stunning films I've seen, and worth the ticket price. We saw it in 2D, because so many of my friends are students now, and appropriately hard-up, and I can't see any room for the 3D version to increase it's visual impact. It is beautiful.

However, and I'm pretty sure you saw this one coming, it's not a terribly original story. Boy meets girl, who starts off hating him, grows to like him, then hates him again because he's betrayed her family, but is eventually won over by a grand gesture. Only difference being that he's a man in an alien suit. Oh, and the main villain can hold his breath for minutes at a time, so he doesn't suffocate in the planet's toxic atmosphere.

I liked it, overall. The shortcomings (preposterous villains, hideous choice of typeface for the subtitles etc.) are effectively glossed over by the way it looks, and, lets be quite fair, we don't always want to be challenged or forced to think by a film, do we.

look at the shiny!

My main and most expensive Christmas present finally arrived on New Year's day. You might not be able to tell, but I'm using it right now. While watching telly. Without my dad telling me to get off it... yup, they were finally nagged into buying me a laptop. It is extremely shiny, sparkly blue and way, way faster than my desktop. The desktop PC in my bedroom takes about 10 minutes to start up completely, and the Internet moves at the pace of a slug that's just been stoned to death.
You ask it to do something, just a google search, or to update your facebook status, it looks at you, like a rabbit caught in the headlights, then goes 'oh... uh.. yeah? I think so? ... umm... where's the button... uhh, no, I don't think I can do this yet... come back when I've had some tea'. I kid you not, it has the intelligence of an ex-boxer, who wasn't very good at it, or an addict whose brain has been dissolved over the years - think Ozzy Osbourne or Pete Doherty. That stupid.
This new one, in stark contrast, is more like.. well, like my favourite celebrity 'older man' crush. Sleek, beautifully proportioned, strong, and very, very, clever (the subject of that crush? if you have spent any time with me you probably know who he is, and I'm not writing it here)
It's lovely, and I love it. For a while, yes, the Internet access was even worse. For some reason the crappy old router refused to acknowledge it's existence most of the time. Thankfully, as a result of nagging from everyone, dad has bought and set up a new one, which works and can see the laptop.

Tomorrow is the day of my interview for Staffordshire University and I'm appropriately terrified. Obviously the hope is that I will get a place and everything will be sorted, since the Falmouth option is nowhere near as enticing - less interesting and less well recognised course, smaller campus, further from anywhere interesting... oh, and I wouldn't be able to afford the accommodation - Methinks it's not for me. So yeah, wish me luck!