So after WWI Australia had a large number of former soldiers decide to take up farming. The problem was that most of the really good farm land was already in use. So you get a large number of farms springing up on fairly marginal lands. Which can work when times are good but Australia wasn't immune to the effects of the Great Depression. Farmers were encouraged to grow more and more wheat with promises of subsidies that never came. Wheat prices dropped like a stone and to make matters worse, Emus decided they liked this newly cleared land. All of this is the recipe for explosive discontent. And the Australian goverment decided a short, victorious little war would be just the thing.
So the looked around for a group they could declare war on. And they settled on these guys.
A Blood Thirsty Warrior Emu.
Now one of the things that the soldiers learned in WWI was that machine guns were amazing at killing people running over an open field. So the Australian goverment sent two soldiers with a Lewis Machine Gun and 10,000 rounds of ammunition along with a film crew to go after the Emu. And they figured "How hard can this be?" The Emu is flightless, it's not very bright and they've got machine guns. But they ran into some problems. First, the estimates where that there were 20,000 Emus terrorizing the farms by eating things and making hideous noises. Second, they had one machine gun and many groups of Emu. Third, the Emu is fast. It can sprint up to 50 km/h. Fourth, they are surprisingly durable.
The first encounter was with a small flock of 50 that settlers tried to drive into the machine gun emplacement. They killed "a number" which is military speak for "not very many" in this case. Then they tried an ambush. It didn't work much better. They tried to get mobile. They mounted the machine gun to a truck. This didn't work. And it became a bit of a laughing stock. By the time the machine gun team was withdrawn, they had fired 2,500 rounds and gotten maybe 200 Emu. Probably less.
If we had a military division with the bullet-carrying capacity of these birds it would face any army in the world...They can face machine guns with the invulnerability of tanks. They are like Zulus whom even dum-dum bullets could not stop. -Major G.P.W. Meredith, veteran of the Emu war.
But the plucky Australians proclaimed they wouldn't be defeated by the devil birds. More forces were poured into it. And they claimed a whopping 986 kills with 2,500 wounded. And soon the Australians realized that despite their proclamation...they were losing to the birds. So they withdrew their military again, did their best to forget about their loss and set up a much more effective bounty system.
Thus the Emu War ended.
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it's gunna pinch my heels with every step until i break it in
Feeling crabby?
Kubrick, Anderson, Tarantino, Kurosawa, now Jeunet
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For some reason I read that as dictators. Oh...that's the whiskey
It's strange how different someone can look without glasses
Beautiful but in a completely different way
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the topic was the us' national film preservation board, with the host asking what movie would you give the opposite treatment
rather than preserving it forever for future generations, what film should we find all copies of and basically ET it, burn them all, bury them away
some lady calls in and says "Pulp Fiction!!" and the radio host, my dad, and i all just shout in unison "WHAT?!"
Tarantino is one of those guys I GUESS I can understand if someone hated?
But everything he does hits me in the exact right spot
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I'd like to submit for board approval the term the "Q Spot" to describe this phenomena
Q spot any harder, then he discovered Christoph waltz
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I think I said something along the lines of most colorful brown eyes ive seen, a year or so ago
I showed a video of her to a friend and her first response was wow she has pretty eyes
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yeah if he's not your flavor it's not as if you're gonna forget he's directing the movie
incidentally that's why I love him. I enjoy feeling the camera. lingering takes mmmmmmmmmmmmm.
I actually have a cropped picture of miss green eyes' green eyes on my phone
Like inglorious basterds is not tarantinos best
But it has at least 3 or 4 scenes that should be in director textbooks
Just lingering
Building tension
Maybe it's just waltz who is so incredible but
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nice
Those eyes being the same color as the grass (?) in the background
The Zooey deschanel bangs
Wai...waifu...
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Inglorious Basterds wasn't fantastic but, all those scenes truly were
Its a green backdrop thingy. Chosen on purpose. Photography student.
So dishonest... Why would a waifu do such a thing...
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Definitely good! Just not tarantinos best. I don't know that I can even rank tarantinos movies
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Haha I know I'm only kidding. It's a striking image, even with only the eyes
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I honestly don't think I could argue with someone thinking pretty much any of tarantinos movies are best
I guess django. The last chunk is too much wish fulfillment (basically inglorious basterds too, but the opening scene, the restaurant scene, the bar scene...)
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Also the fjord looks great in the twilight. Grey-blue sea and sky. Black mountains and land. Orange lights of a port or farm or a town.
Yeah i meant like, good but not his greatest, and not like not good
The peaks of Stord covered in snow, blending in with the colour of the low grey clouds, wind turbines slicing through them
The sweeping light of the lighthouse in the distance, by the entrance to the North sea, the white of the waves crashing against the rocks, shoals painted fiery orange by the guide signs for the hydrofoils, the ferry banking in the turn and rolling in the old waves
It has been too long since I travelled
I got a little excited when I saw your ship.
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