RANT: Sacre Bleu, M. Spielberg!

Over two months since my last post and what finally gets me irked enough to write my first post in such a long time?

• Occupy Wall Street? No
• The inevitable invasion of Iran? No
• The ongoing fight for freedom in Egypt? No
• Rising tensions in Syria? No
• The never ending Eurozone debacle? No

No, none of the above. What got me into a frenzy was nothing less than a little cartoon character created by a Belgian and by the name of Tintin.

Or, rather, the hacking and hashing of a world-renowned and much-beloved character by Hollywood - yes, the cultural whoremeisters and moneyed scheisters of LA are at it again.

IS NOTHING SACRED IN/ BY/ FOR HOLLYWOOD?!

And this time the whoremeister is no other than Mr Steven Spielberg...

Ahem, Mr. Spielberg, THIS is Tintin...


An urbane, inquisitive and totally lovable journalist, the epitome of a kinder, more polite and frankly better time, and who happens to have one rollicking (read: NOT explosive or demented or OTT) adventure after another.

What Tintin is most decidedly NOT is THIS, Mr. Spielberg...



What is Spielberg's vision of Tintin? Yet another tedious, swashbuckling Indian Jones rehash that endures more explosions than the London Blitz and pulls off daredevil stunts that would have made Evil Knievel blush like a girl, Now, a la Spielberg, he is the epitome of our garish, pumped up times..NOT!

I cannot remember the last time a movie trailer horrified and appalled and angered me so much...

You may have given us classics like Jaws and Close Encounters of the Third Kind and E.T., but with this pimping of my beloved Tintin you show yourself up as nothing more than the sum total of how hackneyed and schlocky Hollywood has truly become, Mr. Spielberg...

And don't get me started on Captain Haddock...

Shame on you. Please forgive him, Monsieur Herge.