I can’t believe this is happening. And I don’t mean that in a breathless, wide-eyed, sweaty-palmed Buzzfeed fanboy sort of way. I mean it in a “I think you’re all a bit wretched for having encouraged this from Disney” sort of way.
I sure done seen near everything, but I ain’t never seen a Disney film handle racism well.
OMG! I CAN’T EVEN. THIS IS EVERYTHING. So it’s official, The Lion King is getting a live action remake – and Hollywood Hegemony is here to confirm everything you need to know about this amazing cinematic re-imagining. SHUT UP AND TAKE MY MONEY, #amIright? So in honour of the various Buzzfeed-type sites currently pandering to the swarm of salivating millennials already congregating outside Vue in anticipation, here’s a listicle – since that’s all you people seem to understand – telling you all about it.
Simba and Donald Glover. Can’t even tell them apart. Perfect casting.
Following a disasterous vote in Parliament yesterday, where 66 “Labour” MPs voted in favour of shelling Syria, the news has been awash with sycophancy, none worse than the glowing reviews currently being slathered over Hilary Benn’s over-done performance.
The Shadow Secretary for Murder made what has been described as a “powerful,” “emotional” and “compelling” case for a bombing campaign that “moved MPs to tears” according to the Blairite rag that is the New Statesman. Every other say on the matter has basically been airbrushed from history – in favour of celebrating a speech that has dragged Britain into another blood-stained shambles of a conflict. Hooray for war. Hooray for slaughter. Hooray for repetitive strain. Continue reading →
As the women who have changed the face of this general election for the better face increasing heat, Jack Brindelli revisits our very own film Witches and Bitches.
So, the election debates have been turned on their head by three women promising to give radical anti-cuts politics at Westminster. Last night, the BBC played host to… nearly all the major players in this election, with David Cameron conspicuous in his absense, and Nick Clegg characteristic in his. But whilst Clegg was busy drunkenly texting threats to Miliband’s PA from a pub somewhere in Ecclesall (seriously, that happened), the SNP, Plaid Cymru and the Green Party were kicking arse and taking names against a suited male elite seemingly unwilling, as well as incapable, of defending itself. And for some reason there are now large swathes of men all over the internet’s perpetually jerking knee, Twitter, comparing Nicola Sturgeon, Natalie Bennett and Leanne Wood to certain pointy-hatted, broom-riding mythical beings… Continue reading →
It used to be that the internet was heralded as a revolutionary breakthrough in communications. It would finally provide a universal platform for amateur creativity, and we could expect a golden age of independent production. The voice of the little guy was finally to be boomed about the globe – at least, that’s what internetters somewhat self-importantly promised it would… However, thanks to a certain lovelorn garden-gnome from Norwich, it has become painfully clear that – somewhat characteristically – the internet could not live up to it’s own hype.
“…that the cream cannot help but always rise up to the top? Well I say shit floats.”
When Michael Gove came out as a fan of Antonio Gramsci – the thinker known in certain sections of academia as “the last acceptable Marxist” – there was of course outrage from the left. “Michael,” they cried, “you have, if you ever read him, missed the point.” But clearly, so did they. Gove, it has become clear over the course of his dismembering of the education system, very much understands Gramsci. Because we, who stand against this government’s wanton destruction of the welfare state, are not fighting a war of facts. As Chavs… author Owen Jones rightly points out on a regular basis; were that the case, after four years of calamitous cuts and pig-headed privatisation, we would surely have won by now.