Sir Paul McCartney's ex-wife Heather Mills has been accused of throwing a "tantrum" and yelling at a member of the International Paralympic Committee (IPC) after she was told her skiing equipment breached regulations. The former model, who lost a leg in a motorcycle accident, had hoped to compete in the upcoming 2014 Winter Paralympics in Sochi, Russia as part of the British skiing team, but she pulled out of qualifying heats this week (beg16Dec13) amid a dispute with the IPC over her ski boots.
IPC bosses have now confirmed they plan to take action against Mills over allegations she "verbally abused" and "physically harassed" one of their officials, Sylvana Mestre, during a coaches' meeting at an Austrian hotel on Monday (16Dec13).
The organisation's communications director Craig Spence says, "I can confirm that an incident took place following the team meeting involving Heather and Sylvana, which was witnessed by a number of people. Heather's aggressive behaviour and verbal abuse left Sylvana extremely shocked and upset. Para-athletes are role models and an inspiration to billions of people. This disgraceful outburst is not what we expect from any athletes in our competitions and will not be tolerated... There can be no excuse for such aggressive and intimidating behaviour towards such a highly respected and experienced official..."
He adds to Britain's BBC Radio 5 Live, "We absolutely do not condone that. It is likely we will sanction the athlete and this will incur a fine of between 500-1,000 euros... We have rules in place, we are likely to sanction her for her tantrum."
Mestre adds, "I was trying to explain to (Mills) that this is not the equipment we approved earlier in the year and then that was it, she exploded."
A representative for Mills insists the former model tried to explain her frustrations to Mestre "patiently", adding, "Sylvana shouted at Heather, would not let (her coach) speak or explain, and stormed back to the boardroom raised table."
Coach John Clark also claims the IPC has a "vendetta" against Mills and that Mestre "deliberately put barriers in the way" to keep her from success.
Sir Paul McCartney's ex-wife Heather Mills has abandoned her efforts to compete in the upcoming Winter Paralympic Games following a dispute over her equipment. The former model, who lost a leg in a traffic accident in 1993, has spent several years training and taking part in competitions in the run-up to the 2014 Games in Sochi, Russia.
However, she has now pulled out of qualifying heats after Paralympic officials allegedly threatened her with disqualification if she did not adhere to their equipment guidelines.
International Paralympic Committee spokesman Craig Spence says, "On 1 July, we sent a memo to all countries asking them to submit their adaptive equipment for each skier for the forthcoming year. We cleared the prosthetic leg Heather was using then, but when we saw the new boot this week, we realised it was different and that she should not have been racing on it."
A representative for Mills adds, "We cannot believe she was told she would be disqualified for not wearing cosmetic, non-functional buckles on her ski boot. We feel very saddened that all her hard work, injury, struggles, and the overcoming of them, has come to her having to resign because of a bureaucratic decision that would lead to further pain and injury.
"Although her hopes and dreams for Sochi are now over, Heather hopes to one day compete in winter sports when the IPC re-evaluates the unfair systems it has in place."
Mills claims the equipment she was ordered to use by the IPC caused bleeding and blistering.
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When we last left our heroes, they had conquered all opponents in the 74th Annual Hunger Games, returned home to their newly refurbished living quarters in District 12, and fallen haplessly to the cannibalism of PTSD. And now we're back! Hitching our wagons once again to laconic Katniss Everdeen and her sweet-natured, just-for-the-camera boyfriend Peeta Mellark as they gear up for a second go at the Capitol's killing fields.
But hold your horses — there's a good hour and a half before we step back into the arena. However, the time spent with Katniss and Peeta before the announcement that they'll be competing again for the ceremonial Quarter Quell does not drag. In fact, it's got some of the film franchise's most interesting commentary about celebrity, reality television, and the media so far, well outweighing the merit of The Hunger Games' satire on the subject matter by having Katniss struggle with her responsibilities as Panem's idol. Does she abide by the command of status quo, delighting in the public's applause for her and keeping them complacently saturated with her smiles and curtsies? Or does Katniss hold three fingers high in opposition to the machine into which she has been thrown? It's a quarrel that the real Jennifer Lawrence would handle with a castigation of the media and a joke about sandwiches, or something... but her stakes are, admittedly, much lower. Harvey Weinstein isn't threatening to kill her secret boyfriend.
Through this chapter, Katniss also grapples with a more personal warfare: her devotion to Gale (despite her inability to commit to the idea of love) and her family, her complicated, moralistic affection for Peeta, her remorse over losing Rue, and her agonizing desire to flee the eye of the public and the Capitol. Oftentimes, Katniss' depression and guilty conscience transcends the bounds of sappy. Her soap opera scenes with a soot-covered Gale really push the limits, saved if only by the undeniable grace and charisma of star Lawrence at every step along the way of this film. So it's sappy, but never too sappy.
In fact, Catching Fire is a masterpiece of pushing limits as far as they'll extend before the point of diminishing returns. Director Francis Lawrence maintains an ambiance that lends to emotional investment but never imposes too much realism as to drip into territories of grit. All of Catching Fire lives in a dreamlike state, a stark contrast to Hunger Games' guttural, grimacing quality that robbed it of the life force Suzanne Collins pumped into her first novel.
Once we get to the thunderdome, our engines are effectively revved for the "fun part." Katniss, Peeta, and their array of allies and enemies traverse a nightmare course that seems perfectly suited for a videogame spin-off. At this point, we've spent just enough time with the secondary characters to grow a bit fond of them — deliberately obnoxious Finnick, jarringly provocative Johanna, offbeat geeks Beedee and Wiress — but not quite enough to dissolve the mystery surrounding any of them or their true intentions (which become more and more enigmatic as the film progresses). We only need adhere to Katniss and Peeta once tossed in the pit of doom that is the 75th Hunger Games arena, but finding real characters in the other tributes makes for a far more fun round of extreme manhunt.
But Catching Fire doesn't vie for anything particularly grand. It entertains and engages, having fun with and anchoring weight to its characters and circumstances, but stays within the expected confines of what a Hunger Games movie can be. It's a good one, but without shooting for succinctly interesting or surprising work with Katniss and her relationships or taking a stab at anything but the obvious in terms of sending up the militant tyrannical autocracy, it never even closes in on the possibility of being a great one.
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"Sorry if my snoring bothered you."
Those are not the first words I'd expect out of the mouth of someone who got up on a Friday morning to catch the 10:30 AM screening of a new movie but that is more or less what the fellow who'd been sitting behind me said as I passed him on my way out. I'd heard him snoring over the constant rat-a-tat-tat of bullets and butt-kicking being doled out by Milla Jovovich et al in this latest iteration of the never-ending Resident Evil series (this time in IMAX 3D) but I figured maybe I was hearing things. Nope he was asleep.
I used to play Resident Evil on my ancient PlayStation when it first came out. It scared the crap out of me. I enjoyed the first two movies — hey they included the skinless zombie dogs! — but I lost interest soon after that. How many times can you make the zombie apocalypse exciting? How many different skintight outfits can Jovovich wear while killing grotesque creatures who shoot evil grasping tentacles out of their mouths? Why should we care about all the blood and guts when we know the people we're supposed to be emotionally invested in will never die? We don't.
Try as he might there are only so many ways for writer/director Paul W.S. Anderson to give the Resident Evil series fresh new layers for each new movie. The Umbrella Corporation is the big bad. They were playing with biological weapons and somehow there was an accident that let one of the viruses loose... and boom you've got a zombie apocalypse on your hands. Our heroine is Alice played by Milla Jovovich and there is a rotating cast of characters who help her fight the good fight against the hordes of brain-eaters and whatever is left of the Umbrella Corporation that's now after her. There are some parallels to the video game series but Paul W.S. Anderson (a gamer himself) has taken lots of liberties with the basic plot over the years. While Anderson's flashy style is especially suited to these types of movies there's not enough plot to make it work.
We don't go to video game movies for plot of course but there has to be something to hold onto; otherwise why would we care if our protagonist were in danger? Anderson tries some neat tricks to snap us back to attention like bringing back characters that were killed in previous movies and throwing in a cloning subplot that calls into question some of the characters' true identities but it's still hard to get worked up about anything onscreen. However it ultimately sidesteps any deeper ideas that might take our attention away from all the guns. And there are so many guns and explosions and elegant butt-kickings doled out by Milla and her pals (or former pals in the case of Michelle Rodriguez's character Rain) that they blend together.
It is especially difficult to work up any interest in the story because it's a franchise and no matter how many times the stars or director might say they're not that interested in doing another everyone is just waiting to see how much money this will make before deciding to go forward. There is no question how franchise movies will end; there will be no derring-do on the part of the writer or director to actually kill off a beloved character permanently. At one point it seemed like Anderson was going to pull the old "And then she woke up!" trick which would have been bold both because it's such a hackneyed idea that it would make writing professors' heads explode all over the world but also because it would have required Anderson to play in a different universe and expand his repertoire a bit. Alas like Alice and Anderson himself we just can't seem to escape this rabbit hole.