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The “Magnificent Seven”

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Time is ticking towards examinations and when you see the jacarandas blooming it is a sign that the dates are getting closer. But do not panic as you still have some time to revise and read. Make sure you are equipped with all the resources. To those not sitting for final examinations, please do not disturb those who are busy.

The Shoko Festival has begun and I must say what a great opening from our local hip-hop rappers. The three-day event will feature music, dance, the spoken word, comedy and new media, and will this year have a focus on a new environmental initiative called “upcycling.” A major focus of the event is Peace In The Hood, reflecting the urban nature of the Festival content.

High school students will get to participate through the “Let Them Schools Festival”, that will be part of Shoko.Hope to see you there. On international news, the famous Brangelina couple is over but wait a minute, how does this affect us anyway?

I have seen some teens hashtagging on our page, come on this is the time to focus on books rather than relationships. Good news is The Weekend has cut his hair! The Weekend chops off long locks that helped make him famous as he rolls out new album cover, after deleting old Instagram posts.

Last Wednesday, the singer who dates model Bella Hadid — posted a photo to Instagram where he looked to have a flat hairstyle. The shot was for his new album cover. Oddly, that same day the singer deleted nearly all his Instagram post.

By the way he has an impressive 6,6m followers. In the picture The Weeknd — whose real name is Abel Tesfaye — is up against a red background as he looks aside showing off his freshly chopped locks.

Fans understandably reacted to his new look with one follower writing:“I guess so. It took a while to get used to the tree he had grown from his scalp . . . lol!” Another user simply said: “Yeah I like it more than I thought I would lol he looks older.”

I hope it is not a public stunt.Umm we not so sure of RadarOnline.com news as they managed to capture our darling Malia Obama — the President’s daughter who celebrated her high school graduation in Amsterdam.

According to RadarOnline.com who have a footage which has also gone viral of her wild night, Obama’s daughter, 18, was spotted at a foreign nightclub, dancing the night away, Show.nl in the Netherlands reported.

She is currently en route to Africa with her mom, Michelle, and sister Sasha to raise awareness for the “Let Girls Learn Initiative.”The trio has stops planned in Liberia and Morocco along the way. Obama is currently taking a gap year from her studies, and will enrol in Harvard for the fall 2017 semester.

We wonder, good girl gone bad.

So Yours Truly is now the brand ambassador for Ster Kinekor theatres and movies and glad to have watched “The Magnieficent Seven” which premièred last night.

Here is a quick review of the movie:

Antoine Fuqua’s forgettable remake of “The Magnificent Seven” re-imagines the 1960 movie about Old West hired guns coming to the aid of a small Mexican town as a generic Western with half a dozen choice zingers and a script that feebly insists that it’s “about America.” Forget Mexico: The community in peril is now an American frontier town called Rose Creek, threatened not by bandits but Bartholomew Bogue (Peter Sarsgaard), the sort of robber baron who introduces himself by declaring, “This country has long equated democracy with capitalism, capitalism with God,” before an audience of (presumably confused) townspeople.

Help comes in the form of Sam Chisholm (Denzel Washington), who has his own score to settle with Bogue. To that end, he assembles a diverse posse of mostly one-note unlikely allies: a Mexican bandit whom Chisholm was supposed to bring in for a bounty; a Confederate sniper whose best friend is a Chinese railroad worker; and a seasoned mountain-man, Indian fighter paired with a young Comanche.

Rounding out this group is Faraday (Chris Pratt, miscast in what’s basically the Steve McQueen role), a gambler with a “shoot first, but not before a monologue” mentality.

That description alone should be enough for those familiar with John Sturges’ original “Magnificent Seven” to pick out how this version is more morally superficial than the already simplistic earlier one.

The border crossing into Mexico —something that almost never figures in early classic Westerns, but which became an important motif in the 1960s — is gone, and so is any moment of commitment.

The script, co-written by action hack Richard Wenk “The Equalizer”, also directed by Fuqua and “True Detective” creator Nic Pizzolatto, makes most of the seven nominal outsiders: They come from other countries or represent past wars. But there is a difference between coming together to defend a community that’s supposed to be inclusive of you (Rose Creek is oddly unprejudiced for an all-white town in the 1870s) and one that’s distinctly not “yours.”

One common complaint about Sturges’ “Magnificent Seven” is that its heroes are too obviously good-hearted to be believable as amoral gun slingers turned soft, but that’s still more complicated than what this film offers. Simply put, there’s no moral weight: Chisholm is gunning for Bogue for reasons that have nothing to do with Rose Creek, while his compatriots are lucky if they’re provided an ounce of motivation.

Perhaps because of his reputation for a type of affected hard-boiled writing, one can’t help but chalk up the new “Magnificent Seven’s” more colourful turns of phrase to Pizzolatto, who gets his first-ever movie credit here. (“I got a family,” pleads one unlucky desperado. “They better off without you,” comes the retort). These occasional one-liners and nihilistic truisms are all that the cast has to work with, and they don’t give much in the way of characterisation.

Ethan Hawke and Lee Byung-hun put in yeoman’s work as the lost cause marksman Goodnight Robicheaux and his knife-throwing protégé, Billy Rocks, respectively; they’re the only two characters who give the impression of having some reason to hang around each other, even if that reason is left vague. Jack Horne (Vincent D’Onofrio, speaking in a high, tight-chested yelp) mumbles his way into the group, while the Comanche Red Harvest (Martin Sensmeier) more or less materialises from the limbo where inscrutable magical Indians are kept when not needed. Faraday, the first to join Chisholm’s posse, is an inconsistent character, though maybe that’s because this kind of deadly rogue requires a darker charisma than Pratt (who compensates by doing an impression of Harrison Ford) can comfortably muster. Manuel Garcia-Rulfo’s Vasquez is all but forgotten by the movie, and Chisholm is a role that Washington could do in his sleep.

Fuqua, the prototypical journeyman who never rises above a script, doesn’t offer a contemporary take on this past-its-prime genre so much as an update to the mid-1990s, right down to the 35mm Panavision camera work and a score by the late James Horner, completed by the composer’s long time producer and arranger, Simon Franglen. There is some good to this “Magnificent Seven’s” commitment to an aesthetic that recalls the days when its PG-13 rating still represented a specific category of Hollywood entertainment; for one, Fuqua and cinematographer Mauro Fiore actually bother to frame shots of people getting hit by gunfire.

But though it has its handsome moments — like a shot of Chisholm on horseback against a bluish dusk, dressed head to toe in black — the only thing animating the movie is the internal conflict between the rote and the strained, the tedious build-up to the final showdown and the cookie-cutter anti-corporate theme. (God help those in our take-based media economy who will find themselves writing about the unifying Chisholm and the rich-boy demagogue Bogue as Obama and Trump figures should this movie become a hit.)

More importantly, copying an earlier era’s empty slickness still produces only empty slickness. If there was ever any doubt that Fuqua — who lucked out with his third feature, “Training Day”, but whose résumé mostly consists of in-essentials like “The Replacement Killers”, “Shooter”, and “Olympus Has Fallen” — really isn’t much of an action director, then the climax of “The Magnificent Seven” should settle that once and for all.

A full-scale siege with trenches and a gatling gun operated by a one-eyed Bogue henchman, it’s stiff and geographically incomprehensible, never clarifying who might be coming from where and in which direction. Like the lengthy scenes of speechifying (often accompanied by a useless prop visual aid, because that’s more “cinematic”), it suggests an imperfect impression of what movies are supposed to be.

“The Magnificent Seven” is self-aware enough to reference the long-standing interchange between Western and Japanese genre fiction (“Red Harvest” is also the title of a Dashiell Hammett novel sometimes cited as the inspiration for Kurosawa’s Yojimbo), but not enough to bother being more than perfunctory. It does, however, end with the dumbest voice-over in recent memory. At least it’s got that.