Look, I don’t do movies, all right? 90 minutes in a cramped seat, listening to others cough or talk on their mobile phones…it’s not my idea of fun. And when it gets to DVD, it’s no more fun, as I can re-create more passion, intrigue, drama, tears, better dialogue (at least, the dialogue I want to hear) and better direction in Second Life than I can passively watching some dreary film whose characters don’t engage me. I really don’t care about their bourgeois lives and condition. And then I get to watch a bunch of luvvies picking up some statuette as if what they’ve done has improved the lot of mankind.
Our heroes should be nurses, people who do make a difference, not some stick insect in a glittery dress blubbing because she’s won (are you reading, Gwyneth Paltrow?). I feel much the same about pop stars and sporting figures too. Overpaid. Full of their own self-importance. They can’t sing like Aretha Franklin, or kick a ball like Franz Beckenbauer (German soccer captain from the 1970s, US readers)
OK…you get the picture. I don’t particularly like television and I don’t go to the movies. I prefer SL, where I can re-create more passion, intrigue, etc etc….
Tonight is Oscars night. I won’t be sitting up. I won’t know the films, the ‘stars’, or care enough.
But it seemed appropriate to ‘honour’ the event, in our own jaded and cynical way, and also pay homage to those ‘nudesploitation‘ movies of the past.
And so our model takes to the red carpet, wins an award, makes some horrible speech.

Pookes
nb: depicting naturism in film -nudesploitation- was a way, purporting to depict ‘lifestyle’ rather than gratuitous nudity, that film-makers managed to circumvent the laws laid down in the Hays Code.
As a result, there was a whole slew of movies in the 50s and 60s where the ‘nudist camp’ played a starring role.