Heatwave

I’ll admit an untimely fact. I never watched An Inconvenient Truth.

I wouldn’t say I was a global warming sceptic, but I had my doubts.

But over Christmas we suffered through the hottest Christmas period of awful hot days in a row than I can remember. We’re talking about 7 days in a row with it being over 38C (100F) and going into 42C (107F), I’m not usually a whinger, I live in Australia we always have hot Summers and we’re used to little or no rainfall but I think because of how long it went on, it got unbearable. I had my much anticipated 2 weeks off over Christmas with a lot of big plans but it was literally too hot to do much of anything that didn’t involve air conditioning or a body of water. I’m taking my holidays in autumn next time. Our weather chart had to be altered to include a new colour (purple) for temperatures 50C and above. Yikes.

 

So I guess I’m a believer now, which fits in with my generally hippy ideals anyway.

In other news…

My litter feral (I now know is a girl) Kasey has come out of her shell in leaps and bounds. While still frightened to enjoy being picked up for long, she loves a pat and purrs! This is amazing to me.

From this grumpy girl...

To this purr machine!

And her foster sibling, Leo. I also have Donna, not pictured. 

 

Do you come from the land down under?

Yesterday was Australia Day and we celebrate on the 26th January every year (hang on while I google it) to commemorate the landing of the first fleet in Sydney Cove in 1788.

So what does Joe Public do to celebrate this momentous day (some people claim it 'invasion day')?

Well we blow up a whole lot of fireworks over the river that runs through the city. I guess it's like the fourth of July for Americans, except without all that hand over your heart stuff (excuse me, I'm using all knowledge of fourth of July celebrations from how it was depicted in My Girl).

What did I do to celebrate this occasion? Well I met some friends at the pub for lunch and a drink where there was the traditional beer and sausage in a roll for lunch but I chose to have a cider and tomato tart with greens as I'm just that fancy. Also I am sick of sausages. And lamb. Why do we feel the need to eat copious amounts of lamb on Australia day?
Then I went home and had a long nap. Woke up, went to my parents house for the dinner I'd invited myself to, since I couldn't be bothered cooking.

Later I attended a late night screening of Black Swan. Holy crap, I wasn't sure what to expect with that movie, but I think Natalie Portman deserved her awards for that movie.
So you know Happy Australia Day! or something, at least we got a public holiday out of it. Oh and I hung my washing out to dry on our hills hoist. You can't get more Aussie than that.

*Please go to this link for a more thoughtful post about Australia Day.

Christmas Dinner

It's our first Christmas in a new house, having moved out in January this year. As such I decided maybe since my brother was busy working on Christmas eve and day we should have dinner at our house on Christmas night with my parents. I also invited 2 friends from high school who are married and have just had their first baby a few months ago.

As if having 7 animals to look after wasn't enough now I've decided to cook for everyone. Then I woke up to myself: I live in Australia, why would I even bother doing a full roast with heaps of cooking and stress, it's going to be 38C on Christmas day! So it's turned into just bringing out the ham my dad scored in his work Christmas hamper, buying a hot chicken and making a few salads. Plus now we're probably going to be doing it all at my parents house since it's going to be so bloody hot - they have a pool.

What I'm trying to share in an awkward roundabout way is the dessert I will be purchasing semi making: the pavlova.

Named after and in honour of Anna Pavlova the Russian ballerina who apparently toured Australia and New Zealand in the 1920's. It has been a source of much debate between our 2 countries which nationality actually invented it. New Zealand apparently are the more probable originator, but either way it is delicious.

One hell of a ballerina, I'm guessing

It's a meringue based dessert dish which I always choose as my birthday cake but also very popular at Christmas. It has a crispy crust and soft inner and piled on top is traditionally cream and seasonal fruits plus passion fruit.

The Cheesecake Shop here do an excellent version and unlike that place Penny works at on the Big Bang Theory actually just sells cheesecakes (and pavlovas obviously and a few cakes). It's not the prettiest dessert, although the topping does help so I'm not sure if any amount of food porn images would help but I''ll try anyway.

Young Einstein

Presenting the second in line of Australian 'classic' films.
This movie begins with the sound of a didgeridoo playing. Could we get anymore Australian?

Albert Einstein (played by Yahoo Serious, also writer/director) is a young scientist in early 1900's Tasmania, Australia.

He lives with his parents who own an apple farm but Albert just doesn't fit in.

He experiments with scientific theories, and then his dad gives him a challenge in his grandfather's beer brewing shed - how to put bubbles into beer.

Albert then splits the beer atom (yes that's what I said) and on the advice of his dad, travels to Sydney to patent the idea.

On the train he meets Marie Curie who believes in his ideas and helps him along the way. Preston Preston, a snob lusting after Marie (and works at the patent office) is also on the same train who later steals his idea.


When he gets to Sydney though, he needs an invention to patent not just his formula (E=MC squared) and also invents an electric guitar. This same electric guitar will save the world when Preston (using Einstein's formula) creates a large bubble beer brewing machine (essentially a nuclear reactor) and Einstein has to absorb it's energy through the guitar at a scientific academy awards ceremony in Paris where Charles Darwin is also in attendance.



I had forgotten how crazy ridiculous this movie is. I mean this in the nicest possible way. This movie was a regular staple through my childhood, released in 1988, I was at the right age to love watching it's silliness but not really understand what was going on. Even re watching it yesterday I still remembered all of Serious's mannerisms in playing the character. Two friends I asked had not even seen it yet so maybe I'm in the minority of people my age who have seen it?



During the course of the film, Einstein turns himself black, red, grey and white. He also invents surfing and rock and roll music, woos Marie Curie, flys a hot air balloon, rides a horse, and break dances. Need I say more.



Slight exaggeration of the Tasmanian devil



There is a reference to Tasmania being the apple isle of Australia, Einstein is constantly eating apples (sometimes even taking only one bite) and throwing it away.

There are Australian fauna everywhere. Kangaroos at the university, his house, a koala while he's making his surfboard, a galah sitting on his shoulder while he's patching the roof. No wonder Americans think we ride kangaroos to school.



The scene that stuck with me the most, being an animal lover from a young age was the infamous 'kitten pie' scene. Halfway through the movie Einstein gets locked up in an insane asylum (the mad scientists wing no less) and the macabre chef places live kittens into a pie case and then plops pastry over the top of them, with no care for their little mews. Luckily there is a happy ending for these kittens otherwise I think little Amiee may have been traumatised.

Side note: there are kangaroos in suburbia but the ones we see more often have been hit by cars. Koalas are endangered (I think) and I've only ever seen them in the zoo. My brother has a hand reared pink and grey galah named Gus and while he will sit on your shoulder, he is also a little terror and will bite your toes.



The humour is mostly slapstick and while I didn't laugh out loud a lot like I imagined I did as a kid, the film is still enjoyable in the way a silly but innocent movie is.

There are just so many random little moments during the movie. For example, the mad scientists are having their shower/bath time in the asylum and there is a character in the background who spends a good 2 minutes scrubbing his backside.



 How we bathe down under..nah just Tasmanians



Serious plays a likable character, and there's no doubt he has a creative brain for being able to come up with some truly random stuff. He is also played as a bit of a dimwit: not realising he's lodging in a brothel, regularly blowing himself up. His hair in itself is unexplainable (and gives not so complimentary comparisons to Carrot Top).

I'll admit to probably liking this film more than I would if it wasn't Australian and purely also for nostalgic reasons. What's interesting is that I could not imagine this movie getting made today. It's definitely original.

Grossing over 100 million worldwide, it was a big success for a little Australian movie. Serious went on to make Reckless Kelly and Mr Accident, neither of which did as well. He's now reportedly working on a more sombre film about the Kokoda Track.

From yahooserious.com: "I had no intention of making an historical dramatised "documentary" of Albert Einstein but rather to explore the spirit of this rebellious, lateral thinker with the clowning sense of humour. It gave me license to create a strange, epic cartoon with heightened characters bathed in a world of science, music and "fantastic realism".







Muriel's Wedding

The first of a few classic Australian films coming up for your viewing or reviewing pleasure. The guilty pleasure that is Muriel's Wedding.

Muriel Heslop (Toni Collette) is an early 20 something loveable loser living with her parents, Bill and Marie and her 4 siblings in Porpoise Spit. Muriel is unemployed, listens to ABBA songs non stop, and is obsessed with having the perfect wedding but has never had a date.

Her dad is always telling the kids what lazy no hopers they all are and how they cost him his political career. Her mum is vacant, possibly has an undiagnosed mental illness or is just so empty inside because of her husband's affair and constant bleating of how useless they all are. Bill is a bit of a bigwig in the small community, president of the local council and nearly got elected into the state government but lost out on the postal vote.

Muriel has a small group of 'friends' (they tolerate her) and while at Tania's wedding, she sees the groom getting it on with the Nicole, the bridesmaid (another friend).

Classy wedding attire

Muriel's life is a joke amongst her friends, she is arrested at the wedding where a store detective alleges she stole the dress she's wearing, she gets driven home in the police car where her dad bribes them with beer to not press charges.

Her friends hold an intervention and tell her not to hang around them anymore. It is also revealed someone is having an affair with Tania's husband. They decide to all go on a holiday together, Muriel is not invited.

Later on at a family dinner, Deirdre (the woman her dad is having an affair with) drops in on the family and offers Muriel a job selling cosmetics (like Avon). Marie gives Muriel a blank cheque to buy her first cosmetics kit. Muriel cashes the cheque to the tune of about $10,000 and goes on a holidays and meets up with her friends who humiliate her.

Later on at a communal dinner, Muriel meets Rhonda (Rachel Griffiths) who she went to high school with. Rhonda is a free spirit who hated the girls Muriel calls her 'friends' and confronts Tania with the information that Nicole was the one who had an affair with her husband.

Rhonda: "I'm not alone. I'm with Muriel."

Cher?

Rhonda stood up for Muriel and did what she never could and they go on to do a nice ABBA performance at the talent night while the girls have a bitch fight in the audience.

Muriel moves to Sydney with Rhonda after the holiday, leaving her family in a spot of trouble with her dad taking even more bribes because Muriel stole their money. But she can't go back to Porpoise Spit, she feels like a different person with Rhonda, even going on a date and getting a job.

Not long after though, an ambulance is called to their shared house, Rhonda can't feel her legs. At the hospital it is revealed she has a tumour pushing on her spine and an operation is needed immediately.

Meanwhile Muriel has been going into all the bridal shops in Sydney and making up stories about a sister in a coma and getting the assistants to take photos of her which she then puts into a wedding album.

Rhonda sees her one day and confronts her about some other lies she was telling and Muriel has a breakdown about how she feels useless and how if anyone wanted to marry her the change would be complete and she'd be a new person.

The operation initially goes okay and Rhonda completes some physical therapy but then the tumor is back and she'll need another operation and won't be able to walk again. Rhonda makes Muriel promise they'll never go back to Porpoise Spit.

Muriel sees an advertisement in the paper: wife wanted, must be Australian. She meets a south African swimmer (David) who needs citizenship and will offer Muriel $10,000 to be his wife for at least 4 months. She agrees with vigour, he's not so sure about this strange girl desperate to be married. In the process she neglects Rhonda and her family.

At the huge wedding, Rhonda confronts Muriel about abandoning her and needing a friend, as she couldn't afford the rent and so she had to go back to live with her mum.

Muriels' own mum Marie is late to the wedding and Muriel misses her in all the congratulations.

That's the look you want to see on your grooms face.

A little while later, after a shoplifting incident, Bill comes back and tells Marie he wants a divorce, he is going to marry Deidre.

Marie breaks down telling her son he's embarrassing his father, but he lashes back and says she is the embarrassment. Marie cries alone at the kitchen bench.

Not long after, she dies of a stroke, so Deidre tells Muriel. Muriel's sister said she found her and found pills.

At the funeral Muriel has to run out and realises she hasn't changed marriage and wedding or not and she finds solace with David, the swimmer. They sleep together.

The next day, she tells him she can't stay with him, she needs to stop lying and face up to herself. He lets her keep the money.

She goes and sees her dad who assumes she will stay and help with the kids but she's going back to Sydney. Bill also faces up to his responsibilities, Deirdre isn't so keen on marrying him now there are kids to look after.

Muriel finds Rhonda and persuades her to come back to Sydney with her. The end.

Some points:

I get that whole marriage validation thing. You're not someone to someone loves you or some other bull crap.

I think a lot of women have very high expectations and also they feel they need that wedding to feel validated.

Toni Collette is an amazing actress as we all well know now, but even back in this film she is amazing. She was only 22 and her performance is so free of any shame and holy moly she's starring in a remake of Fright Night. Hollywood must have run out of ideas, but anyway tangent aside she is great. And apparently put on about 40 pounds for this role. I love her crazy smile and how she's always poking out her tongue. She's just so natural as Muriel.

While you wouldn't guess from my plot review, this is actually a funny movie.
I get a bit of the cultural cringe from a lot of the characters but you have empathy for at least half of them and there are some truly funny moments. There is sadness in there too though.

This is really a girl buddy movie though, Muriel and Rhonda have a great relationship but the end scene where they are kind of staring at each other in the taxi made my boyfriend comment "Are they lesbians?". Men, what can you do?

This was released in 1994 and was written and directed by PJ Hogan who has gone on to do more high profile films such as My Best Friend's Wedding (where Rachel Griffiths also had small role), Peter Pan, and Confessions of a Shopaholic.

As have his two leading ladies, Collette in United States of Tara most recently, and Griffiths in Six Feet Under (still one of the greatest shows) and Brothers and Sisters.

So see this movie if you like quirky Australian films that is not your usual drama/comedy. But if like one reviewer you find Australian accents too grating...well I hope we never meet buddy.

On the Beach

So in between all the ups and downs that goes with fostering animals I was also reading this depressing book (Neville Shute) I've been wanting to read for some time. Why? I'm not sure, doesn't everybody like to read about humanity's untimely end? The way disaster movies gross millions of dollars maybe they do.

Basic plot line without giving too much away:

Set in the not too distant future (for the time) the world has been rocked by some kind of war where nuclear weapons were used in the northern hemisphere. The last few countries with the population still alive is Australia, some of South America and Africa, but the global air currents are slowly sending the fallout down to the southern hemisphere.

The only hope the navy is clinging to is that there is some unexplained Morse code transmitting from Seattle. The Australian navy organises for the American submarine to go and check it out. In the meantime people are coming to terms (or living in delusion land) about the nuclear fallout reaching them and the end of life as they know it.

I wanted to read this book ever since I saw the telemovie when I was in high school, according to IMDB it came out in 2000 so I must have been 16/17 which seems to be the age I view dooms day films (I must do a post on Threads sometime, that film will scare the shit out of any 14 year old). 

The things I remembered from the telemovie:

• some guy kills himself driving really fast and crashing in his Ferrari instead of waiting for the radioactive sickness
• the lead guy played by an American had a really cool name (Armand Assante)

So based on these observations from a decade ago, I'm still not sure why I wanted to read this. I know I am a sucker for post apocalyptic books/films (don't judge, there's a lot of us) but this one just really depressed me. Also the females came across as none too bright, seriously living in la-la land about the future and the possibility of having to murder a child with a government issued suicide pill or injection. I know I'd rather watch my daughter get slowly poisoned to death! I realise it is a coping mechanism to continually think ahead and just avoid the harsh reality but seriously? I think I would have just took a pill as soon as I found out instead of just sitting around waiting to die. But that's the human spirit isn't it?

My god even this review is depressing. I did like some things: the way it makes you question your own behaviour in a similar situation and the way that the dialogue in all old Australian novels still always sounds vaguely English.

My apologies for the sombre post, our latest foster puppy has just gone out on trial and I'm feeling a mite sad.

For the record the original movie came out in 1959 (2 years after the book was published) and had Americans playing Australians (Ava Gardner, Fred Astaire, Anthony Perkins). Slightly worst than watching the dubbed version of mad max. Don't buy old Australian films in Bali, children.

My Brilliant Career

My Brilliant Career's (1979) heroine is Sybylla (Judy Davis) an outspoken independent young woman living with her family in Australia in the early 20th century. As she is now of a certain age, her mum wants to send her out to work as a servant much to Sybylla's disgust. She longs to be a writer and experience life outside of their home on the farm.
Fortunately for her it doesn't come to that and she is shipped off instead to her grandmother's to live there with her mother's brother and sister as well.
They live in relative luxury and it is here where she meets Harry Beecham (Sam Neill), a friend of the family's son. They share chemistry and though Harry has a reputation with the ladies it is Sybylla he wants. Sybylla won't commit to his marriage proposal though at the moment as she still wants to write and experience herself alone, which is the opposite of what her family want for her. They want to tame her wild side and make her a proper lady.
Unfortunately her father's bad business dealings lead her to move to a tiny house on a farm where she is working off his debt as a governess to 6 unruly children.
Luckily due to a misunderstanding with the eldest son and his parents (they think she's after him but as she owns no property they can't let them marry even though Sybylla had no intention to) Sybylla ends up home again with the debt lifted until they're in better circumstances. So she is back at the family home and helping a calf out of the mud when Henry shows up again and still wants to marry her. In a move which shocked me (surprisingly) she turns him down, at least for the moment. She still hasn't found herself and wants to keep writing. It's a bittersweet moment when Henry professes he still wants her but Sybylla explains she would 'destroy him.'
Henry leaves and Sybylla sometime later posts off her manuscript. The credits begin with the sentence that Sybylla's novel was published in 1901. And us true romantics can cling to the hope that maybe they will meet again and be together at a later time.

I always considered myself kind of a feminist, but I was surprised when the two didn't get together in the end. That damn film cover seduced me with it's picture of Henry and Sybylla embracing!
In the special features section there was a interview with Gillian Armstrong the director and she explained how back in 1981 this was particularly shocking and strange that the female lead turned her suitor down and that she's glad it is not so shocking anymore. I disagree to an extent not just from my own reaction but other movies I have seen recently, that don't seem to challenge this stereotype.

Okay characters: Judy Davis is perfect as Sybylla and I read somewhere that she actually can't stand to watch this movie anymore. Say it aint' so...she has this perfect flyaway frizzy hair and a great spirit that matches her character to the T.

Sam Neill's career I believe was also launched by this film, and he is pretty dashing in the film. One complaint was that I thought he should have had more character development although it is a testament to Judy and Sam's chemistry that they display so much just through facial expressions and their actions.

The scenery and set direction is really great, half the time I thought I was watching a period English film - the costumes were excellent.The contrast between the relative ease Sybylla finds herself living in, in her grandmothers house compared to the shanty little house when she is a governess is astounding.

I was pleased to read Davis was born and raised in my home town so maybe next time I'll review a movie with fellow Perth ite Melissa George. This may be a struggle, the only one I've seen lately was 30 Days of Night.
My Brilliant Career is definitely another Australian gem with a great central performance and not your usual ending or heroine.

The Year My Voice Broke

This is the film I should have watched before seeing Flirting. But for some reason (probably because Nicole Kidman is in the sequel) this movie completely flew under my radar and Flirting is what I bought.

Noah Taylor (18 at the time of filming) is Danny, local awkward outcast, his best friend is Freya played by Loene Carmen (17) a somewhat free spirit adopted to a local family. To complete the love triangle is Trevor played by Ben Mendelsohn (18) who is a regular feature in many Australian shows, and movies.

Danny and Freya are in high school, she is 16, he is 15 and have been best friends since they were little kids, he has always had a crush on her, which she acknowledges but doesn't really encourage. She then falls for local popular rugby player and small time criminal Trevor, much to Danny's disgust.
The story tells of their relationship progression, how she and Danny drift apart and as Freya is adopted, the story of who her parents are and what is the connection to the house on the hill which everyone believes is haunted by the prostitute who used to live there.
This is all set in 1962, but it doesn't style it as such in such an obvious way. Sure some of the songs are old  but it's the small town mentality which really gives the film character. Even if this was set in present time, the small town issues would still be there.

Things I loved (without giving much away)

• The 3 leads are so natural and cast to perfection. I have not seen Carmen in anything else but she is so earthy and just freaking great in her role. And the fact that they were all pretty close to the ages of their characters.
• Trevor's crazy little laugh he uses throughout the movie, you can just imagine the other cast members trying not to laugh
• not having a happy ending as much as I would have liked one
• the honest dialogue and Danny's struggle with his desire for Freya
• the scene at the dance and Danny in his Marlon Brando look. Just because I thought his and Freya's interaction was so sweet
• the scene where Trevor and Freya stick up for Danny in their own separate ways while he is being bullied
• the Australian scenery seems to be it's own character similarly to Picnic at Hanging Rock

I don't want to give more away as I really think it is a great film which should be seen by as many people as possible (I had to join Quickflix to watch it).
This film is part coming of age (although how I loathe that phrase) part drama, little drabs of comedy and a really great indie film.

It was released in 1987 and Noah Taylor reprises his role for Flirting in 1991 as do the actors who play his parents. Both were also written and directed by John Duigan who stated in the bonus feature of the DVD that he intended the story of Danny to be a trilogy and would like to make a third with Danny and Freya at the ages they are now which would make them early 40s and set in about the late 80s. I have no idea how he would do it but I'd love to see it.

Logies

If you haven't heard of the Logies I wouldn't blame you. Sorry the 'TV Week' Logies, because we can't have an award show not sponsored by someone. I suppose the American equivalent would be the Emmys, as it is the Australian television industry awards and has been going since 1959, renamed the logies after Scottish man John Logie Baird who invented television as a practical medium. Who knew?

There is the coveted gold logie (amongst many other categories) for the most popular personality on television (how ambiguous is that?) and also the silver logie which to be honest I'm not entirely sure what that is for. The second most popular personality?

The reason the logies are a joke is that Australian television is generally not that great. We have great actors, writers and directors, but they generally work in film and/or overseas. There has been some past good television shows but we have nothing of the calibre (in my humble opinion) of some great American or British shows.
The unique thing about this awards ceremony is that the public vote on who wins. Hence the 'TV Week' logies as they distribute the voting coupons.
So not only do we have Joe Public voting for the 'best' shows in Australia, they're also the slightly dumb people who read a magazine devoted entirely to fictional TV characters.

Generally we also get an American or British singer/actor to be a special guest, as you can tell we need all the entertainment we can get, because obviously people aren't interested enough in the Australian guests and presenters. This year KD Lang did a few songs presumably (I watched about 10 minutes in total of the whole ceremony so I'm guessing), John Mayer was there (hurrah) and Johnny Galecki from the Big Bang Theory was a guest presenter. I heard an interview with him this morning and he seems like a really nice down to earth guy but it needs to be looked at why we need these special guests at all. Isn't that saying something about our industry?

There was a few Australian celebrities who were mobbed by reporters though and one of them was little Bindi Irwin. She cops a bit of flak, many think she was pushed into the limelight but seems to enjoy it a bit too much and doesn't have a normal childhood. Well when your dad was Steve Irwin you're unlikely to be normal in any conventional way and whether you agreed with him or not, he did do a lot for nature conservation.

Anyway back to Bindi. In the end I don't like mocking her - she's only 12 and she's a poor fatherless mite. Anyway she was at the logies (think she has a childrens program) and I thought she looked very nice without the khaki for a change.

But you know who won our gold logie this year: an old codger from Home and Away, our second longest running soap. I'm guessing it was a bit of a pity win for him as he's the last remaining original cast member. Think I'm getting harsh in my old age.

One of the parts I did see during the night which was Shaun Micallef's speech which he self proclaimed stole straight from Sir Lawrence Olivier. Amusing. Rebecca Gibney telling everyone she was pre-menstrual was not. Ew.

Anzac Day

Yesterday we had a national public holiday and for the first time I attended the war memorial to commemorate this day.
Anzac (Australia New Zealand Army Corps) Day (April 25th) marks the anniversary of our first major military action fought during WW1. This day holds particular relevance regarding the Gallipoli campaign which was meant to be a quick capture of the Gallipoli peninsular and then capture Turkey for our allies. It turned into a stalemate lasting 8 months and with high causalities on both sides.
At this time, Australia had only been a federal commonwealth for 13 years and wanted to establish a reputation worldwide. At the end of 1915 they were evacuated with over 8000 killed. Although this mission was ultimately a failure it cemented a icon of the Australian 'digger' who cared for his mates, and hung in there.
During WW1, Australia had a population of fewer than 5 million and nearly 500,000 enlisted with over 60,000 killed.

While reflecting during the playing of the Last Post (which always sends a shiver), I tried to think of those I'd known who'd fought in the war. A man who lives around the corner was a POW in Asia, but none of my grandparents or great-grandparents fought in the war (most held jobs that were needed at home and some were stuck in Nazi occupied Netherlands).

I tried to imagine what it was like, going away at 18, never returning or even being one of those left behind to wonder and wait. Truthfully no one can imagine what it is like unless you have experienced it and I hope that is something that doesn't happen in my lifetime. Lest we forget.

Hoping to post a review of Gallipoli which has my old favourite Mel in it, and is just a really good story told beautifully by Peter Weir.

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