The problem with hope is that it is a balancing act between despair and joy. As I send partials out to agents I find myself maintaining only a cautious optimism as a partial is only a tiny step up the ladder. If that manages to pass muster then there is the full–agents often like a partial and reject a full as it may not fill the expectation the partial creates. And if you manage the joy of joys and get an agent then you are struggling with rejection of publishers. There are people who live charmed lives, that get agents easily and then published without too much drama and then there are the rest of us.
One of the hardest parts of submitting is the wait. You wait for a response (which often may never come) to your query. Then you wait for the response to your partial, and after that if you are lucky to your full. This can take months and months and so hope, while not immediately dashed, can eventually be crushed. I send my work off and try not to remain too attached to the moment as an unpublished writer the only power I have right now is the creation of more work and the dogged pursuit for representation. Many people fail–not because they are poor or unpublishable–but because this is a market driven business and if you are not seen as sexy enough or dollars in the bank then you will be cast aside. So I take hope and put it back on the mantle, only to polish it off each time I move forward in the game. Hopefully one day I can take it out and let it shine.
Australian Eftpos has decided to reinvent itself as the naysayer of cash transactions. It is using the clever ploy of suggesting negative aspects of cash and credit in a manner beyond ludicrous. It has launched itself not just into advertising but into absurd advertising. For some unfathomable reason the loonies at Eftpos have endorsed a series of mudslinging commercials more suited to spin doctors of politicians than endearing the company to the general public.
The first commercial is mildly amusing, it has a large man with a sore on his neck handing cash to a salesperson. The voice over is speaking to the small lady behind him and intones in appropriate funereal warning that he has been scratching his sore, then touching his money. AND EVEN WORSE SHE MIGHT BE GIVEN SOME OF THAT AS CHANGE! It then suggests that Eftpos has some sort of sanitary value. What the advert fails to account is that he would also use those same dirty fingers to type his pin into the Eftpos machine so she was going to get germs either way.
The second advert has a husband who appears to be not only henpecked by his wife but also the voice over. It informs him that if he uses his credit card to buy his wife a present and goes over his limit—SHE IS GOING TO BE VERY ANGRY. Of course Eftpos is forgetting the main component of credit cards is that people tend to use them because they have no cash, not in lieu of it. Once again defeating themselves with their absurdity.
My advice to the company is to fire their current PR as scare campaigns only result in scorn and ridicule and hire my dog, I bet she could do a better job. This has been less of a critique and more an excuse to show off my Dogue.
In Knight and Day Tom Cruise, a somewhat good looking but frequent nutter, manages to redeem himself in this well paced almost amusing romp. It is the feminine lead Cameron Diaz, famed for playing the ditzy blonde, who pulls down the movie. Obviously employed for her legs and ability to still pull off a bikini she unfortunately is looking every inch her age. This is not a bad thing, but what might have appeared as loveable in her twenties now skirts the edge of charming and becomes creepy when portrayed by a woman heading into her forties. Tom, who bored us with several Mission Impossible movies and frightened us on Oprah, acquits himself with surprising grace. If you can ignore the haggard shots of an aging Cameron and the creepy naivety of a forty year old woman then the movie is fun. It is rare for Mr. Cruise to depict a likeable character with success but since he is a bit strange and the character is also a bit strange perhaps this is well known territory.
I realise there is a disturbing trend within Hollywood to put much younger female actors with older men without it being a feature of the plot. Mr. and Mrs. Smith is an example of a fresher faced Angelina managing to make even the gorgeous Mr. Pitt look weary. There is, however, a big difference between plonking a pretty girl into a role for her looks and a character not acting age appropriate. The character of June Havens might have been appreciated more if the viewer was not given the constant reminder of mutton dressed as lamb.
7/10 Oddly thanks to Tom