Saturday, March 10, 2007

A sonata for a good man!

First of all I have to say, only an academy who gives the best picture to How Green was my Valley in the presence of Citizen Kane and considers Rocky better Taxi Driver and two decades later, sacrifices United 93 in the foot of The Departed, just to redeem that ridiculous mistake, could possibly conclude The lives of others realistically has any chance of being better than Pan’s Labyrinth in any possible way! And I would never have forgiven them if they hadn’t given 3 awards to this breath-taking masterpiece and also for being brave enough to choose Annie Hall over Star Wars, years ago.

Anyway, as much as it is a critic for Oscar’s selection procedure, it is not for this great movie, since in fact, every single movie of 2006 was inferior to Pan’s labyrinth!

The Lives of others or Das Leben der Anderen, by Florian Henckel Von Donnersmarck, is a beautifully depicted tale about living in a police-state dictatorship in East-Germany, GDR, ironically (but I absolutely don’t think accidentally) in the year 1984!

The story follows the gentle metamorphosis of a Stasi officer Gerd Wiesler from a cold-hearted agent to a wonderful human being, while being assigned to monitor a loyal yet suspicious famous playwright Georg Dreymann and his elegant, charming girlfriend who is also a well-known actress.

The movie is honest, subtle and noticeably realistic. There is absolutely no intention to demonize anybody or make a political statement, whatsoever. Instead, it more deals with exposing the realities of living under an ideologist, controlling, totalitarian regime and its relentless yet pathetic efforts to tame people’s hearts and minds while people (including even party officials and secret service agents) on the other side of the isle, are struggling in such an environment to create the delicate, elaborate and sometimes, seemingly impossible balance between their natural, personal interests and their rapidly diminishing consciences.

And where I’m sure the Canadian audiences as well as their American counterparts could only sympathize with the characters in the movie from far far away, I, alongside with everybody who has a first-hand experience of such condition, lived every moment of this film while dealing with a weird, nauseating sense of nostalgia, almost like being masochistically satisfied of having a sip of that experience, in the first place while dramatically rejoiced that it’s all over!

Near the end of the movie, when the former minister Hempf, grimly reminds Georg (who has stopped writing since the unification) the intellectual stimulation for artistic creativities that the little republic’s dictatorship and censorship was providing for them and grins at the fact that in this new world, they have nothing to believe in and nothing to rebel against hence nothing to write about, Georg’s silence, silently approves the remarks but soon he finds something well worth writing about. A sonata for a good man!

Sunday, February 11, 2007

where the fools rule...

Although the provocative question of the eligibility of masses to be incorporated in the decision making process is almost as old as the concept of democracy itself, it is the criticism one can hardly encounter these days.

The basic fact that the democracy is the most reliable form of governance we have ever developed has created an environment in which even debating the existential philosophy of relying on herd’s opinion, anywhere but in certain academic circles; highly specialized in politics and philosophy, considered out of the question and totally rubbish. However, I can hardly believe that any thoughtful citizen, at least for once, has not been driven to the point of questioning the whole concept.

Where we impose delicate sets of criteria, for almost every simple task in a society, how is it possible that reaching to a certain age is the only criteria to become eligible to choose the most important and influential decision makers of a country?

Why somebody who does not even know the most fundamental basics of the constitutional mechanism, or has not the slightest clue of what is going on inside the country or in the world, is perfectly qualified to decide what is best for the country and for the world, just because he or she is a citizen and has passed a certain age?

Isn’t it at least controversial that for example in the United States, a teenager who is not considered mature enough to be allowed to order a pint of beer or to have a shot of tequila, is allowed to vote in an election in which the most influential man in the world, at least on the paper, is supposed to be elected?! or in some other countries, someone who can not write or read his name, has an equal saying as the most educated and aware intellectuals and philosophers, in determining the future of the country?

For example, when the world is losing precious time to cap CO2 emission and stop the almost irreversible catastrophe of climate change that could and possibly would endanger the whole existence of human being on this planet, why should politicians are forced to postpone the action and disregard the top scientist’s serious warnings, before every redneck and soccer mom is being fully persuaded that it is time to act?!

Do we even ask ourselves, why people should have the unchallengeable right to impose their opinions on matters about which they have no idea, whatsoever?

Can we at least agree that the fact we even consider those premises normal and unquestionable, is gravely abnormal and questionable?

Let me make this clear that I am not against democracy and I do believe that democracy with all its flaws and defects, is the only practical and sustainable way of governance known to mankind but it doesn’t prevent me to seriously challenge the democratic procedure we, in liberal democracies, do practice. It does not persuade me to believe that what we have in the modern world at the moment, can not be improved to be a more intelligent form of people’s authority.

I am not suggesting that we should exclude people from the process, just because they are not educated enough, or they are not aware of the subtleties of the politics but I do believe that they should be certainly excluded because of their dangerous indifference and their persistence to remain clueless! What I am saying is, instead of emphasizing on the number of participant, the accent is better to be put on their quality. How much do they care about the election? How much do they know about the politicians they are voting for? Do they have any clue about the dilemmas facing the country? Are they willing to put at least half as much effort in choosing the president or the prime minister, as they put to vote for the American or Canadian idol? And if they are not, does the system really should care about what they think about the future of the country?

Here is an idea. Surely not flawless, but take it as a starting point. Imagine every eligible citizen undergoes a constitutional exam and gets a constitutional license, similar to driving license but in this case, mandatory for participating in the elections. This way, at least the system can make sure that the voters know the basics of constitution and have an idea about the amount of responsibilities; their votes are giving to the elected officials.

Well, that is just the beginning. On top of this, imagine before every major election, an independent, non-partisan committee, made of intellectuals, political analysts, professional journalists and all related experts and naturally, representatives from all major political parties gather and issues a pamphlet, addressing the most prominent issues facing the country and the world, accompanied by a concise explanation of each problem, following by a prompt and clear strategy proposed by each major political party regarding how to address the very same issue.

Absolutely nothing complicated or impossible to read, just a pamphlet of couple of pages, expressed in a simple and understandable language, written for a common man, explaining the problems and the suggested solutions by each political party. Let’s even do more and offer the package in more diversified formats, like a five to ten minutes pseudo-commercial between favorite programs. Let’s even make it available as podcast for younger generation. Let’s even go further and send volunteers to remote places to make sure voters understand the content of the document. Let’s devote phone lines to which people can call and clear up their ambiguities, regarding to the issues, addressed in the pamphlet.

Then, when the system makes sure that everybody has access to this document, voters can be asked ( surely, only those with a valid constitutional license) to answer some simple questions that has been written on the ballots, designed by the committee and based on the famous pamphlet.

Finally, if one can answer those simple questions, well, the individual can have his/her say. Otherwise, the vote will be discarded to save the future from the most careless citizen’s ignorance, indifference and lack of perspective. Sounds fair doesn’t it?!

Let’s not forget that even if voting is considered to be a birth right, there should be criteria based on which, this right could be, at least temporarily suspended, due to extreme carelessness, extreme ingonrance or as such, exactly the same way that another more obvious birth-right, freedom, can be revoked in cases of breaking the law.

Every right comes with a responsibility attached to it. Why we forget the second part, when we get to the ballot boxes?


P.S. If you don’t agree with me, please see this painfully hilarious video and remember that these people, stupid as they are, are entitled to make decisions that can eventually affect their and everyone else’s lives. Finally, if you want to fool yourself by confining this epidemic of public ignorance to only Americans, well…be my guest!

By the way, I would really like to know your opinions on this matter. Please to not hesitate to leave comments.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Dear God,

If you give me a girlfriend like this, I would never be late anymore!

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Surreal dreams of a realistic man!

Well, well well…couple of nights ago, I had quite an unusual nightmare. I was sleeping and at the same time dreaming that I was in bed and couldn’t get to sleep! My whole night was a frustrating dead-end struggle to get to sleep while I was, in fact, sleeping!

In the contrary, last night, I had a beautiful dream. Again and naturally, I was sleeping and I had strange stuff going on around - you’re welcome to call them realistic nightmares - and all of a sudden I got tired and decided to sleep (in my sleep) and voila, I had the blankest! most satisfying sleep I had in months.


I really do hope that after the screening of this Clint Eastwood-type sequel of the previous nightmare, I could enjoy the end of my surrealistic nightmares/dreams series.

At the moment, I’m truly busy at work and I do need my calm, 6-hours-a-night-sleep, to be able to function properly, if at all.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Top 10 Movies of 2006 According to me!

Some of them have links to my reviews...Click on the title to read them if you like...


10. Stranger than fiction

A brilliant comedy, Zach Helm’s thoughtful, deliciously funny and somehow bitter tale of an ordinary man whose lethargic life is seriously bothered by a strange narrative voice which bizarrely follows him around. Apart from some great performances by Will Farrell, Dustin Hoffman and Emma Thompson, the movie is a true pleasure to watch. It’s simply amazing. As simple as the movie itself.


9. V for Vendetta

James McTeigue’s fantastic fantasy, a sharply political comic strip about a phantom-type outlaw who fights the authority of the intrusive, corrupted government of Britain, in a dark, depressing Orwellian ambience in the near future. One of the most pleasing experiences I have ever had in the movie theatre to say the least.


8. The last king of Scotland

The entertaining tale of a fictional Scottish doctor and Idi Amin’s personal physician as a backdrop for telling the true story of Uganda’s brutal yet charming dictator. Forest Whitaker’s mind-blowing performance as general Amin, is surely worthy an Oscar this year.


7. Volver

To me, Pedro Almodovar’s best work to date, a charming, nostalgic and intimate story about women in general and in particular, an ode to femininity.


6. Little miss Sunshine

One of the smartest comedies I’ve ever seen, it’s the story of a dysfunctional family and their road trip to get their little girl to a disgusting American idol-type beauty contest for kids.


5. Departed

Another miraculous movie from one the greatest filmmakers of all time, Martin Scorsese. A gangster movie about a Boston-based Irish gang that is as much a pleasure to watch as it is a brilliant art work.


4. Letters from Iwo Jima

Clint Eastwood’s the other half of the Iwo Jima’s story, this time, from the eyes of the Japanese who were defending the Island. Apart from the masterfully executed war scenes, this movie is much more than just another brilliant war movie. A great film, not to be missed.


Paul Greengrass’s masterpiece about the September eleventh’s fourth hijacked plane that crashed near Pittsburg. Apart from Sean Penn’s mind-blowing short film, united 93 is simply the best movie that anyone could possibly make about this subject.


I said whatever I could have said about this movie however, I doubt that I succeeded to reveal even a fraction of how good this film actually is. I went to see Pan’s Labyrinth with unbelievably elevated expectations, which usually is a recipe for disappointment, but Del Toro almost humiliated my expectations as being too modest. I wish I was an octopus so I could raise my all eight thumbs up instead of two, imagining that octopuses have thumbs, to begin with.


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Well, do you really think that I give the first spot to anything other than Pan’s Labyrinth?

Best movie of the year : PAN’S LABYRINTH





Saturday, January 20, 2007

Pan’s Labyrinth…Perfection well defined


If there’s only one day in the whole year that you want to relax and not bother yourself with planning stuff, that would be your Birthday but normally, when you don’t plan something ahead, you dramatically increase the chance of having a plain, unmemorable birthday which ironically is in full contrast with what a birthday is supposed to be, the most special day of the year.

But last night, my 31st birthday was strangely unforgettable

For months, I was impatiently waiting for the latest film of Guillermo Del Toro, Pan’s Labyrinth, to be screened in Montreal. To my big surprise, as I checked the website for the upcoming movies, I realized that it was supposed to be screened, exactly on my birthday. Therefore, I dearly took it as both my birthday surprise and my mysterious birthday gift.

To be honest, I can hardly remember any better gift, anyone has ever given to me nor anything I can imagine anyone ever will. It was 112 minutes of pure perfection in every possible aspect imaginable. One of the best stories, cinematography’s, acting’s, visual effects and I can go on and on forever, combined with something else from out of this world, a well-balanced combination of all human emotions at their best, to say the least.

Pan’s Labyrinth or “El Laberinto del Fauno”, is the story of a girl, Ofelia (played by Ivana Baquero) who travels with her pregnant mother to a mill-house in northern Spain’s woodlands, to settle with her mother’s new husband, Captain Vidal (played marvelously by Sergi Lopez), a precise, dedicated and viciously brutal fascist officer who’s trying to crush the last remains of resistance to General Franco and his extreme-right dictatorial regime.

Ofelia, guided by a fairy-type creature, enters a labyrinth and is told by a faun that she might be the lost princes of the underworld and should prove herself in series of bizarre missions.

The rest of the story is a spectacular polyphony of her quest in the fantasy land, and the real world’s grim and atrocious brutality of the civil war, in 1944’s Spain.

Del Toro masterfully depicts how the grisly realities of the real world with all its nauseating ghastliness leer and leek to the children’s pure fantasies and transform their dreams from beautiful fairy tales to a tense and frightful world and the way children enthusiastically plunge as deep as possible into their imaginations just to get rid of the cruelty of the environment, surrouding them. He portrays how the tragedy of war imposes an unbearable weight on children’s shoulders, to the point that they innocently carry this unfair burden of responsibilities with themselves, even in their most personal fables. However, he insists that we, humans, in our lowest, are able to create such a ferociously frightening environment that no monster in any imaginative world could ever replicate.

Among thousands of mind-blowing subtleties of this film, I really enjoyed the way Del Toro represents Ofelia’s critical age, being on the verge of puberty, by occasionally letting her show of a little bit of feminine charm, while perfectly preserves her innocence as a child.

The film, both the illustration of the fairyland and the depiction of the real world’s civil war, has been executed so brilliantly, meticulously and eloquently that it seems impossible to alter any element of this movie and come up with a better film than what Pan’s labyrinth is and that’s what I call a shear Perfection.

To me, THE best film of the year, an instant classic and one of the top ten movies of all time.

Thanks Gillermo for this magnificent birthday present.



Friday, January 19, 2007

Time-Space

I’m amazed that the theory of general relativity was proposed by a German who was living in Switzerland!

The fact that time and space are not two separate entities, should have been as plain as a Gerard Depardieu’s nose on his face for anybody who was living in Montreal!

As someone who lives in this city, I can see and feel the expansion and contraction of space with time and vise versa and I don’t need any revelation or elaborate experiment to realize it!

For example, the nearest grocery store to my apartment, in a human-style weather (like in mid-may, or mid-September) is literally right on the corner. It would take me like a blink to go there, get something and come back. But in -30 with wind-chill (like what we had last night), the same distance would expand to almost eternity! You can walk and walk and walk and never get there. I mean seriously, somewhere along the path, you might even succeed convincing yourself to give up and return home by telling, “Oh, Fuck it! Why do I need milk in the first place; I’m not a little cow for god’s sake”.

Five minutes later, being defrosted at home, bearing the cereal box’s blaming regard, I remember how in the mid-spring, I would say “do you really want to take a bus to St-Laurent? Why can’t we just walk?!” and I truly regret why the Einstein’s theory of relativity is not Tremblay’s or DesJardin’s theory!

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

The disappointment of an infertile story

After a painfully long waiting, I finally got to see the latest work of Alfonso Cuaron, Children of men, a promising sci-fi about a time in the near future, 2027 exactly, where for some unknown reasons, the man kind has lost the ability to reproduce. The rest is the quest of the movie’s protagonist, played by Clive Owen, to get the only pregnant woman in the world to the apparently safe hands of a vaguely described group of scientists called “The human Project”, amidst all the chaos and disorder cause by this catastrophic pandemic of infertility.

Children of men powerfully starts, acceptably mediocre continues and pathetically poor finishes. Despite the brilliance of the idea behind the story, the scenario is so incredibly badly done that it even overshadows one of the best cinematography of the modern cinema. It is indeed twice upsetting since the same idea, had it been developed more eloquently, it could have been one of the best science fiction of the recent years.

Having said those, I should also mention that it is not a bad film at all. Even carrying the weight of this wretched screenplay, it is still considerably better than most of the Hollywood’s productions, by all means. All the disappointments, in fact, arises form the legitimately elevated expectations from such a genius as Alfonso Cuaron. If he only stick with the well written stories like Harry Potter and the prisoner of Azkaban or Y tu mama tambien and do not waste his abundant talent and technique and his potentials on such a pitiful screenplay, he could truly make magic!

Thursday, January 04, 2007

The last king of Scotland

The Last King of Scotland is the story of a young Scottish, recently graduated medical doctor who chooses Uganda, utterly by chance, to go and help the poor and ends up being the personal physician and the advisor to the charismatic and, at the time, promising leader of Uganda, Idi Amin!

Kevin Macdonald, based on Giles Foden's award winning novel, utilizes this intriguing fictional tale to, alongside, unravel the true story of one the Africa’s most brutal yet entertaining tyrant, General Amin who has been played astonishingly good by brilliant Forest Whitaker. In fact he is so successful in depicting the seemingly humble but mysterious and multi-layered character of Amin that I would be amazed if I don’t see his name in the list of the candidates for the Best supporting actor, in this year’s academy awards.

The last king of Scotland is a stylish and visually stunning movie and it has the right dose of almost everything, from suspense and action to romance and history. The result is a film which is informative but not boring and brutal but not impossible to watch. In one word, it’s a job well-done!

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

A homage to femininity

Although I’m a big fan of extravaganza in cinema, whether it involves a complicated, multi-layered story like Eyes wide shut or a brilliant camera working and technical indulgence like Munich, but I can’t hide my deep appreciation for anything brutally minimal yet widely expressive, like one of Hirschfeld's caricatures or Pedro Almodovar’s recent masterpiece, Volver.

I’m neither capable nor willing to analyze Volver, but there are some points that I really like to talk about.

First of all, it is to me, his best movie so far. Although some might argue that but it is Penelope Cruz’s best performance to date and I don’t think there would be Any disagreement in that regard;

Volver, like most of previous works of Almodovar is visually enchanting and women, and particularly mothers, play a key role in it. But what is particular to this movie is the exaggerated depth of this central role and the fact that even a few men who exist in the plot are far from good! They are irritatingly nasty or in the best case, completely neutral and excessively useless! and although I don’t quite share his negative view towards men, but I can not possibly hide my deep appreciation for the fantastic image he portrays of women, which is nothing less than a cult-like worshiping ceremony.


In this movie, unlike most of the stereotype portrayal of women, they are seriously independent, impressively in control and totally capable of managing almost impossible situations when they have to. They don’t scream, they don’t freak out or runaway and most importantly, they are absolutely not those typical irrationally-emotional creatures we’ve been culturally trained to envisage them. In contrary, here, one can hardly stop noticing their capacity to suppress their emotions when they need to make a fast yet vital rational decision, very much like real women in the real life.

Another impressive aspect of the movie to me, was Almodovar’s brilliant success to reach the inner and deeper layers of female beauty.

Obviously, a woman has an outer layer of visual beauty which is not so hard to notice but there is a deeper layer which reveals itself as one gets more intimate. The first touch, the first kiss, the first sex, each of the steps opens up a whole dimension of beauty that later on, can be visualized even by the eyes, or in this case by the lens.

I have to admit that I’d never been attracted to Penelope Cruz nor I had ever found her sexy or charming, but during this movie and while Almodovar’s camera is literally making love to her by exploring her forbidden angles and her intimate gestures, it is almost impossible not to notice her exquisite beauty. I may say, he more or less has done to her, what Kubrick did to Nicole Kidman in eyes wide shut.

Apart from that, her stunning performance is not something that can be easily neglected. Also the fact that she speaks in her own language and not with her awkward Spanish accent makes her more attractive and gives her dramatically more self confidence to glow on the scene like never before.

Finally, this emotionally rich and genuinely touching movie, though sometimes too feministic for me, is something to be watched, enjoyed and adored, by all means. A true homage to femininity.

Monday, January 01, 2007

morning tea

Sometimes,
it’s too hard to wake from a dream,

when its taste,
lingers in your mouth
so long,

that your toothpaste doesn’t taste the same
and your morning tea,
gets this wild, forgotten flavor,
for a moment,

when the grass you slept on,
in your dream,
is so fragrant that when you wake,
for a moment,
you can smell it on your pillow,

and you wonder,
for a moment,
why everything
is so gorgeously Green
for a moment,

when the kiss is so sweet,
that when you wash your face,
for a moment
your regretful eyes,
with an inexplicable anger,
and a childish grudge,
follow the water,
who’s washed away the taste of the kiss
from your lips
down to the drain,

when the smoothness of the skin,
under your soft, feathery touch
has spoiled your hands so much,
that the roughness of your wet, silk scarf,
can seriously hurt your hand….
and sometimes it does,
for a moment,

it’s too hard to wake,

not harder than keep up, for sure,
with the fucking alarm of the cell phone,
6:30 sharp, on a cold snowy Sunday,
that passes through your pillow
you’re desperately pressing on your face!

and neglecting the begging of your poor bladder,
bursting with champagne and scotch,

but harder than most of things
in life,
which are harder
than living,

though waking up
is the worst part of a dream,
but the best part of being awake,
is you can end up,
with a dream,
Sometimes…

and when the dream’s gone,
in a moment,
life would be so darn great
again,

Sometimes,

Saturday, December 30, 2006

A sad day for humanity!

It was hard to believe, even though we all had heard the court’s verdict.

After the long, tedious and unfinished trial of Milosevic, I was expecting a lengthy process of appeals and re-appeals, but today, the news was short and shocking. “Saddam has been executed”

Although I’m firmly against the capital punishment, even for such a ruthless dictator like Saddam, it’s genuinely hard to feel sympathy for one of the darkest figures in the modern history. Even harder for us, Iranians, who have no shortage of first-hand experiences of his merciless killing machine.

I’m not sad that he’s been executed. I’m angry. I’m furious. Angry because he was sentenced to death for a minor fraction of what he was truly responsible for. Because the history was denied from everything he knew and was buried with him forever. Because he died before talking about all who supported him for years, from United Stated and European countries to Russia and Arab leaders of the region, with money, intelligence, weapons, and sadly, by providing him the materials that enabled him to put forward his deadly chemical and biological program.

He died before he was given enough time to think about what he had done to his people, to Iranians and to Kuwaitis and to be honest, death by hanging was a gift to Saddam that relieved him from unquestionable years of pondering in prison. The gift, he was not courageous enough to give himself, the way Hitler and Goebbels generously indulged themselves with.

The day, I watched Saddam’s being brutally humiliated on TV, was one of the best days of my life. The day he got executed, I just feel shocked and betrayed.

He definitively deserved to die, but the humanity deserved much more than that.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

This is priceless!

I love Scandinavians...I really do.

Just think about what happened in United States over a millisecond exposure of Janet Jackson’s breasts and you’re going to have the idea, how far ahead these Danish people are.

Friday, November 17, 2006

Singing in the rain!

I just watched a brilliant movie. I love when I watch a nice movie all alone. When I don’t have to talk to anybody. Where I can simply avoid some useless small talks and my sometimes-quite-pretentious analysis and critics and I can just keep the mood, as long as I want.

This month, I didn’t buy the metro pass and I remembered that I just used my last bus ticket, this morning as was commuting to work.

When you don’t have change or ticket, there’s no way around but walking home. I was not even sure I didn’t have change but even if I did, I was perfectly sure that I wouldn’t spend it on a ticket. Although only today, I’d spend twenty dollars on a heavenly “All you can eat Sushi” lunch, ten dollars for a delicious Rum and chocolate cake and a hot earl grey tea while I was reading my book and waiting for the movie to begin, sixty five dollars on a safety boots that I’m sure I’m never going to use and since I’m still unashamedly using my student card to get the discount, ten dollars for the movie ticket, I was not willing to pay two dollars and fifty cents for the bus ticket or I was just using this inexplicable stinginess to avoid another boring bus ride and enjoy walking in this beautiful, unexpectedly lovely night.

I called my friend to tell him what a fantastic movie I just watched and persuade him to go and see it, or maybe just to see how he feels today. Unlike last night, he was just fine.

I hung up the phone. Kept on smiling, I continued walking. It was nice. Not by Montréal’s standards nice! It was really warm and pleasant. Maybe if I was living in California, I would take this for granted but any Montrealers knows that a warm mid-November night is not something to be missed.

I hate getting wet. I just hate it like a big spoiled cat, but I took off my hat, and bring down my umbrella to enjoy getting wet. As I was twirling my umbrella and deliberately walking into the puddles, I saw my self as Gene Kelly in Singing in the rain. Only that I was not singing in the rain and I was not dancing either. I was just walking in the rain. I was just consciously and joyfully walking in the rain. Just walking.

The only possible way that I can think of to make this magnificent night any better, was if I was in love. Or maybe not. At least now, I have something to fancy about. FANCY! Did I mention that I really do adore using British words?

A funny one