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‘Rock art’ orchestra

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By Daryn Wright

Conductor-turned-gliding instructor-turned-cellist of anti-orchestra tells his story to The Peak

Dress Led Zeppelin up in a crisp white shirt and tie and you get Bryan Deans of Plastic Acid Orchestra. Sipping espresso in JJ Bean, Deans revealed the mechanics behind the 45-piece orchestra that blends Soundgarden with Shostakovich.

“It’s rock-art fusion. A full symphony sound but with an edge,” said Deans as he described Plastic Acid, accurately named after the collaborative, wacky mixture of elements the group employs. The orchestra is an evolving amoeba of sound, and will soon be fused with the folksy artistry of Maria in the Shower.

Deans began conducting for the graduate students of the University of Victoria’s music program after he was asked if he could switch up his style to accompany some new songs that were weirder than their usual repertoire. “I was like, what does it require, a chainsaw and a little bit of rock and a weird thing here, a weird thing there? So I said yeah, what the hell.” After conducting for three years with UVic, Deans was able to meet tons of student musicians and eventually figured he could do his own show. This spawned the beginnings of Plastic Acid, and the upcoming collaboration with Maria in the Shower.

Martin Reisle, frontman of Maria in the Shower, came to Deans with the idea of collaborating in an unusual place.

“I’m actually a glider pilot. I teach gliding in the Columbia Valley. I was flying gliders up there and this guy came out, this really skinny, little human comes out and said he heard that I played the cello,” Deans relayed. Reisle was looking for someone who was innovative with the cello. After singing the song he had in mind out loud to Deans (one can only imagine this scene occurring on the edge of a cliff somewhere, gliders in the background, two quirky musician cartoon characters humming to each other), Deans agreed.  The song, “Train of Pounding Hours” is now done with the full symphony, tying up the end of the show.

Plastic Acid has gone on to play in various bars and clubs in Vancouver, including Caprice. A video online shows the smoky, cramped club filled with music stands and Deans, standing in a corner swinging his conducting baton as the crowd shouts along to “Black Hole Sun”.

“I wanted to change it up so people can see it in a bar environment. Really trying to stay away from standard big time. We have a different setup overall, different genres.” The unique experience of Plastic Acid is meant to be as the name implies: semi-akin to doing acid. The aggressive, brassy pieces are not meant to be absorbed passively in a plush theatre seat, with arms crossed and eyelids drooping; but to be rocked out to and engaged with. This time though, they are moving back into the theatre, taking the stage of the Vogue. “We really want people to yell out and scream and participate,” Deans says.  Plastic Acid, infused with Maria in the Shower’s cabaret folk, is anything but your standard, classical orchestra.  It’s the rejuvenation of a tuxedo -filled theatre, but in this scenario, audience members are more likely to be donning faded Pink Floyd T-shirts.

Now that the group has come full circle, acquiring a large enough fan base for the Vogue, the anti-orchestra has reached out to be a service group for the Junos. “The organizers want to see interest in the group, as well as a concert series lined up before they do anything.”  It’s immediately clear that if Plastic Acid is going to make as large an impact as they should, it’s going to be up to the audience’s participation and adoption of the genre-defying symphony.

“Let’s say Plastic Acid has a few pieces, our own songs.  Or we play for other artists.  I’d pick Arcade Fire, or Mother Mother, and we arrange some pieces together, so when you’re nominated, we can back you up.  Or even go with Maria in the Shower.  A bit of a Canadian play.”

Plastic Acid belongs in the group of innovative Canadian artists, slowly making their mark on the international market. Arcade Fire is one such colourful mix of musical geniuses, utilizing every instrument under the sun.  The beauty of Plastic Acid is its ability to transform; it’s a moveable creature, adopting sounds and genres and vaudeville along the way. “Already, people are coming up to me with ideas, asking how we can arrange it.  A heavy metal band approached me for the year after.  It’s already developing and we haven’t even gotten to this show yet.”

Plastic Acid Orchestra plays the Vogue Theatre with Maria in the Shower February 25.

 

 

Chess colour barrier broken

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By Brad McLeod

Yesterday was a historic day in the world of chess as 25-year-old Ryan Whiteman, became the first player in a professional tournament to start a game with a black piece. Whiteman’s match in the first round of the annual Vancouver International Chess Championship marked an end to a nearly millennium-long oppression of black pieces.

Traditionally the game chess has always contained an archaic and ritualistic opening procedure which gave players an unfair advantage based purely on colour. Whiteman’s opening manoeuvre ended this longstanding intolerance for black pieces and has given new hope to the nearly dozens of young chess fans across the globe.

“It was amazing,” remarked one young chess enthusiast. “For the first time in my life I looked at a chess board and didn’t see the pieces as black or white, I just for what they were . . . plastic game tokens.”Another older and most likely senile attendee declared the event to be “the single most important moment in the history of sports.”

Despite this outpouring of admiration, Whiteman has also felt criticism from chess traditionalists who called the move “illegal”. “It is simply not allowed,” said one such ‘expert’, Irving Reginald Higgins, professor of chess studies at Harvard. “The rules state the player with the white pieces must go first.” Despite these sorts of racist allegations from educated hate-mongers, Whiteman remains unfazed by his detractors as he has had to deal with similar persecution his entire career.

Whiteman, who was born in raised in the upper-class Pennsylvania community of Carlton Estates, has been the target of mistreatment since he began playing chess while attending St. Francis Preparatory Academy. Although he was allowed to be a part of the school’s chess team in his elementary years his insistence on starting with black pieces led him to be frequently singled out by his teachers for not playing the ‘right’ way.

The persecution became more severe during his teen years as Whiteman was unfairly cut by his school’s non-progressive chess team for four straight years. In the face of segregation from his peers, Whiteman was forced to play alone in the school cafeteria where he recalls being ridiculed and verbally abused, being called names like ‘nerd’ and ‘idiot’ by students not even involved in the chess program.

The intolerance continued even after graduation from high school and Whiteman was barred by the MLC (Major League Chess) from entering any of their professional chess tournaments despite having a flawless record (0 losses in 0 games). This prompted a civil action lawsuit against the league in which Whiteman threatened to sue for $20 million. Although his case against the league was very weak, in order to avoid the complication of a law suit the MLC decided to allow Whiteman to participate in the local tournament.

Whiteman lost yesterday’s opening round match in less than two minutes to three-time defending world champion Karif Abdul-Rahim of Nigeria.

 

BoG election results announced

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By Graham Cook

In last week’s election, Arry Dhillon and Andreas Pilarnos were elected to represent the student body on the SFU Board of Governors for a 12-month term beginning June 1. In his campaign, Pilarnos emphasized his past experience with the SFU Senate, the Research Ethics Board, and EnvisionSFU. Former two-time board representative Dhillon referred to a plethora of SFU-related experience including his time as university relations officer for the SFSS and as a board member for the SFU Community Trust to gain voter approval.

The Board of Governors is the senior governing body of the university and is constituted under the University Act. The overall responsibility for the property, revenue, and policies is vested in the board.  In addition, its members do not receive any financial compensation for their services.

In addition to this election, 13 students, including Andreas Pilarnos, were elected to the Senate by acclamation, as the required 16 nominations to facilitate an election were not reached by the deadline.

This Valentine’s day, practice full frontal giving.

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By Davey Kaspersky

If you’re anything like me, you’ve probably got some Valentine’s Day hang-ups that really grind your gears. For some, it’s finding a date in the first place. Tell me about it! For others, it’s spending too much or too little. Geez, we’re supposed to be economists now?! I even know one couple that gave each other the same gift one year! Talk about “Gift of the Magi”—or is that miffed of the Magi?

For me, though, it’s predictability. Flowers? Chocolate? Please! A lady being treated by me will get no such clichéd offerings. No, she will truly be surprised when I give her my Valentine’s Day gift. She won’t even expect a gift at all. She doesn’t even know who I am. But with a quick doffing of my overcoat to reveal my naked form and a jolly waggle of the ol’ pecker before she runs away in horror, I’ve just given her a gift she’ll never forget.

I know she’s screaming in horror, but what she really means is, “You shouldn’t have!”

Yes, when you’re a flasher with all the convictions of myself, every day, Valentine’s or otherwise, is an opportunity for surprise and merriment. It doesn’t matter where you go, when you do it, or whom you do it to; the expression on someone’s face as you expose your genitalia is its own reward.

But just because you can whip out your member and gratify yourself publicly, doesn’t mean you should. It’s not because you’ll have to give the RCMP a DNA sample if those narcs catch you; it’s because gift giving, even giving the gift of yourself, has rules.

Rule number one: set the mood. You can’t just pull your skin flute out of its case and start the recital willy-nilly; how uncouth! Choose a time and place that will really add to the meaning of the moment. For me, the best time is the dead of night, and the place is a public park — great views, and plenty of unsuspecting joggers. Though personally I am unable to be within 100 metres of a public park as a condition of my parole, that shouldn’t stop you.

Rule number two: expect nothing in return. This is one I always keep in mind. Really! Mostly, it’s because when someone does decide to return the favour, it’s with a dousing of pepper spray to the face,  or a generous kick to the dangle-berries, and I’ve already got one of those. Several times this week, in fact.

And finally: dress to impress. This isn’t 1998 anymore, so put away those tear-away track pants. Invest in a proper, but somewhat filthy and menacing trench coat that will hide your junk until just the right moment. And make sure it’s a thick coat, too, because it can get cold at night — if you catch my drift. Oh, and if you are wearing a radio-tracking ankle bracelet that some asshole judge ‘court-mandated’, be sure to shine it up with good silver polish. No sense looking like a bum when you’re trying to look like a creep!

I hope this has been helpful. Good luck on your indecent Valentine’s Day gift giving! Now, if you’ll excuse me, Ithink I hear sirens, and I’ve got priors.

 

Unfortunately, The Peak does not publish an issue over reading break, so this article comes after the fact. We hope you can use its advice for another gift giving holiday like Christmas or Mother’s Day. —ED

If you’re anything like me, you’ve probably got some Valentine’s Day hang-ups that really grind your gears. For some, it’s finding a date in the first place. Tell me about it! For others, it’s spending too much or too little. Geez, we’re supposed to be economists now?! I even know one couple that gave each other the same gift one year! Talk about “Gift of the Magi”—or is that miffed of the Magi?

For me, though, it’s predictability. Flowers? Chocolate? Please! A lady being treated by me will get no such clichéd offerings. No, she will truly be surprised when I give her my Valentine’s Day gift. She won’t even expect a gift at all. She doesn’t even know who I am. But with a quick doffing of my overcoat to reveal my naked form and a jolly waggle of the ol’ pecker before she runs away in horror, I’ve just given her a gift she’ll never forget.

I know she’s screaming in horror, but what she really means is, “You shouldn’t have!”

Yes, when you’re a flasher with all the convictions of myself, every day, Valentine’s or otherwise, is an opportunity for surprise and merriment. It doesn’t matter where you go, when you do it, or whom you do it to; the expression on someone’s face as you expose your genitalia is its own reward.

But just because you can whip out your member and gratify yourself publicly, doesn’t mean you should. It’s not because you’ll have to give the RCMP a DNA sample if those narcs catch you; it’s because gift giving, even giving the gift of yourself, has rules.

Rule number one: set the mood. You can’t just pull your skin flute out of its case and start the recital willy-nilly; how uncouth! Choose a time and place that will really add to the meaning of the moment. For me, the best time is the dead of night, and the place is a public park — great views, and plenty of unsuspecting joggers. Though personally I am unable to be within 100 metres of a public park as a condition of my parole, that shouldn’t stop you.

Rule number two: expect nothing in return. This is one I always keep in mind. Really! Mostly, it’s because when someone does decide to return the favour, it’s with a dousing of pepper spray to the face,  or a generous kick to the dangle-berries, and I’ve already got one of those. Several times this week, in fact.

And finally: dress to impress. This isn’t 1998 anymore, so put away those tear-away track pants. Invest in a proper, but somewhat filthy and menacing trench coat that will hide your junk until just the right moment. And make sure it’s a thick coat, too, because it can get cold at night — if you catch my drift. Oh, and if you are wearing a radio-tracking ankle bracelet that some asshole judge ‘court-mandated’, be sure to shine it up with good silver polish. No sense looking like a bum when you’re trying to look like a creep!

I hope this has been helpful. Good luck on your indecent Valentine’s Day gift giving! Now, if you’ll excuse me, Ithink I hear sirens, and I’ve got priors.

 

Unfortunately, The Peak does not publish an issue over reading break, so this article comes after the fact. We hope you can use its advice for another gift giving holiday like Christmas or Mother’s Day. —ED

Tanning is out?

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By Ljudmila Petrovic

Local cancer groups fight to ban indoor tanning

The Canadian Cancer Society’s B.C. and Yukon division is fighting to establish what they consider long-overdue legislation that will make it illegal for those less than eighteen years of age to use indoor tanning. Their “Tanning is Out” initiative addresses rising concerns in the province, after the World Health Organization’s International Agency for Research on Cancer division recently found a strong link between the use of tanning beds and an increased risk of skin cancer.

This effort is not a unique one: similar bans on youth tanning are already in place on Vancouver Island, Nova Scotia, and Maryland, as well as in Australia, Brazil, England, France, and Scotland. An online survey commissioned by the Canadian Cancer Society and conducted by Mustel Group Market Research found that 75 per cent of British Columbians would support such a ban, even in the demographic of those that use indoor tanning beds themselves. This is in part due to the growing research and awareness on the topic, which has found a 75 per cent increase in the risk for skin cancer in those people that used indoor tanning beds before the age of 35. Melanoma is the deadliest form of skin cancer, and also happens to be one of the most commonly diagnosed types of cancer in Canadian youth between the ages of 15 and 29.

Part of the society’s initiative targets secondary school students that are graduating this year, encouraging them to make pledges that they will not participate in indoor tanning. Many students tan in preparation for end-of-year ceremonies such as prom.  In a media release, Adele Green, co-president of Youth Against Cancer at the University of Victoria, stressed how important it is to address this demographic: “A lot of my friends in high school chose to tan despite knowing the risks,” said Green. “I hope that by the time my eight-year-old sister reaches high school she will not experience the peer pressure to tan that many young people face today.”  This project has had enormous success, with over 3,000 grads taking the pledge to forgo tanning in 2011.

The online survey found that support for this legislation increased to 87 per cent when further information about the dangers and effects of indoor tanning beds and UV exposure was provided.  Furthermore, the survey found that even among those 15–29 years of age — the very demographic being targeted — support for the suggested legislation increased to 81 per cent when they were provided with more information, showing that education and awareness is a key component in the initiative. The Canadian Cancer Society, though one of the major advocates for this legislation, is not alone: they are supported by other major organizations such as the Canadian Dermatology Association, B.C. Cancer Agency, B.C. Medical Health Officer’s Council, Public Health Association of British Columbia, and the B.C. Centre for Disease Control.

SFU entrepreneurs face off in competition

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By Michael Brophy

Texts 4 Health winner develops technology to help practitioners communicate with patients using mobile phones

The fourth annual Coast Capital Venture Prize Competition finals, which saw SFU business students competing for $5,000 in cash prizes, took place on February 11 at SFU’s Segal Graduate School of Business.

The eleven teams were vying for $5,000 in cash prizes amounting $3000, $1500, and $500 for first, second, and third place, respectively. In order to qualify, a predetermined amount of the company or established firm must be owned and controlled by an SFU student. Throughout the day, contenders had five minutes to present their business plans before a board of start-up experts. Similar in proceedings to the reality television show Dragon’s Den, the panellists probed student business plans by testing preparation and questioning statements given in the proposal. Recurrent themes that came up in the questioning period were related to the feasibility of securing financing with venture capital firms or investors, as well as scalability in the sense that the company would have a niche and could potentially grow rapidly. The five judges included Lawrie Ferguson, Coast Capital Savings’ chief marketing and public relations officer and Ian Hand, associate director of SFU’s innovation office.

Presenting companies in the competition came in all forms, most having high growth, technology-oriented models, and were initially funded by the founders themselves. Bella Hwang nonchalantly accepted her first place plaque for her presentation of Texts 4 Health, a company which uses automated text message replies to plot information on potential health problems with an online analytic interface. This technology is meant for communities with high mobile phone usage but low frequency of visits with health practitioners who may now offer advice remotely in a mass communication format.

The second place winner was VenueWize, a startup created by Arvand Alviri which concentrates on helping corporate and nightlife event organizers receive analytics from their guests using existing communications infrastructure. The company has an iPad as well as an iPhone app in the app store. “Don’t listen to the market,” Alviri offered, relating how others told him not to waste time and resources developing an iPad app as event organizers and conference attendees were seemingly unlikely to use the device.

Third place was taken by Ads On Naps, an advertising distribution company specializing in the printing of advertisements on napkins and coffee sleeves. “We want to become the one-stop-shop for non-traditional advertising,” remarked Phillip Chow, co-founder with Jag Manhas, both of whom have appeared on Dragon’s Den.

Venture Connection provides a network of services for students to take inspiration to market. Whether student businesses are mere ideas or established with existing revenue streams, developmental offerings are available; resources such as Venture Labs, co-op terms, competitions, mentorship, networking, workshops, and seminars are accessible to encourage success in the business world. Student companies requiring space for their operations can even apply for rent-free office space at SFU’s Surrey and Burnaby campuses.

Tesovic, the previously mentioned panellist, is also a Billboard Top 30 under 30 reward recipient, 2008 Student Entrepreneur of the Year, and current student in the Beedie School of Business, as well as another beneficiary of the Venture Labs program. Metrolyrics now receives approximately 45 million unique monthly users according to the company he founded in 2004, MetroLeap Media. Venture Connection supplied his recently monetized company with expert advice and a solid exit strategy for selling to CBS Interactive Music Group. After the competition, Tesovic gave the keynote speech, relating his own story of trials and errors in creating a highly successful student run start-up which became a global leader in its industry. Milun Tesovic now works for CBS interactive out of New York City.

Movie review: The Vow

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By Meaghan Archer

Tearful, with neither acting nor wit to redeem its several unexpectedly awful moments

There is a basic structure to chick flick storylines that one expects to play out in the same way for every rom-com. Sometimes, however, the trope of two people falling in love, experiencing a relationship disaster, and arriving at a happy ending is not followed.

The Vow is one of the aforementioned deviant movies that do not show you the story you were expecting. Yes, the main characters Leo (Channing Tatum) and Paige (Rachel McAdams) fall in love and experience a tragic disaster when she loses her memory after a terrible car accident, but you assume that eventually they will be happy again.

The story has several discontinuities and introduces several details that are never brought up again afterwards, such as when Paige is trying to piece her life back together through a photo timeline she creates on their dining room table. Then something dramatic happens. This will happen again and by the third time you will be frustrated that all these events are happening in an unorganized fashion.

But what is the most frustrating is that despite the terrible acting and storyline, you still cry. Your nose is running and your only tissue is soaked with tears and snot and you feel so bad for Leo and his broken heart and want to give him a hug, but then the movie ends (you have no idea it is ending because the ending is atrocious) and all you can think is, “Oh good, this is ending the way I want it to.” But it doesn’t ‘cause it just ends. Right there. That’s it. Worst. Ending. Ever. (Probably.)

The ending doesn’t make any logical rom-com sense until a photo of the family The Vow was inspired by comes up on the screen explaining what happened to her in the end.  Then all you can think is: “Oh. Well, shit.” Do not expect what you want to expect, unless the only thing you are expecting from this movie is to see Channing Tatum shirtless. That might be the only satisfying aspect of the film.

Clear skies for Cloudscape Comics

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By Will Ross

Cloudscape anthologies cater to the demand for  local comic artist work

It began as a series of informal weekly meetings among comic enthusiasts, but when the turnout exceeded expectations, the concept of Cloudscape Comics turned into a reality. “I thought, ‘We’ve got enough people here, if you take a book, and we split it up, five pages per person, we can probably print a book,” said Cloudscape founder and president Jeff Ellis.

Founded in 2007, Cloudscape Comics is a community of Vancouver comic artists dedicated to giving worthy comics support. “Comics are, if you can believe, not a real money-making venture,” said Ellis. The non-profit society grants its artists exposure by releasing comic anthologies, each with a host of contributing artists and unifying them. When they cleared all of their stock of 250, another anthology followed. “We sold out of all our books and thought, ‘Well, let’s try this again,’ and that was Historyonics, the second book. We decided to push a little further, so we went to a bigger printer and sprang for maybe a thousand books.”

Their latest publication, 21 Journeys, is about travelling, but that theme leaves ample room for creativity. “You have straight-up stories from a bus, and then you’ve also got serial killers and people with obscure psychological disorders and suicide attempts, historical remembrances,” said Ellis. “So it really covers a large gamut.”

Cloudscape has released five anthologies, growing more ambitious and confident with each one. “We’ve learned more about the actual production of the book, and the quality of the content has also improved,” said Ellis. “We’ve seen a lot of success for our creators as well, over the years.” That success includes three self-publishing grants awarded to artists in 2010 by the Xeric Foundation, which has since discontinued such grants.

But Cloudscape is not only a haven for experts. It also exists as a place for beginners to learn about comics. “I see Cloudscape as a place to cut your teeth,” said Ellis. “You come here and, if you’re not quite ready, you can learn some things from some of the veterans and practice and improve your skill, and maybe get yourself to a point where you’re gonna be ready to strike out on your own.” The focus on community extends to every aspect of Cloudscape’s operation. “With Cloudscape, decisions are made communally, the money’s communal, the books are shared communally,” said Ellis. “I don’t think there’s anyone else doing what we’re doing.

That only makes the problem of distribution and promotion, already a steep hill to climb for comics, even more challenging. “There’s only one company that distributes comics to comic book stores in all of North America,” said vice-president Jonathan Dalton. “Most publishers will have a big industry all set up, and distribution deals with chain stores, and all those kind of things. We don’t have that, because we’re just Cloudscape. We’re just ourselves.”

There are, however, no illusions of becoming an industry power player. “We’re not expecting to be the next Marvel Comics,” said Ellis. “From day one it’s always been about sustainability.” So far, so good: since their first book, Cloudscape’s anthologies have gotten longer, moved from black and white to colour, and attracted notice from major artists — including cover art by Camilla d’Errico for their science fiction anthology, Exploded View.Ellis hopes that soon Cloudscape won’t have to ask its contributors for financial help. “Our goal is that we can make these books without it being a cost to anyone. Then we would be free to have those artists that we think really deserve to have their work in print, put them into a book, and not have to then pass the hat and expect them to fund it.”

If things go their way, Cloudscape could eventually lend a hand to artists looking to publish solo comics. “I would like to see Cloudscape bankroll an individual’s work, especially now that grants are no longer being awarded,” said Ellis. “If someone’s got an amazing comic idea and they just don’t have the money to print it, maybe we could be the people to help them do that.”

21 Journeys is available at most comic stores or on www.cloudscapecomics.com.

Movie review: This Means War

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By Christina Luo

Forget 3D glasses for enhanced viewing; take a shot every time you spot a Vancouver site instead

Chris Pine (Star Trek) and Tom Hardy (Inception) are CIA operatives who engage in what starts as a friendly battle over a love interest, played by rom-com deity Reese Witherspoon. This Means War is equally as entertaining as the plot is ludicrous, probably because the leads still look downright attractive doing ridiculous things.

This is also due to the bromantic bickering between Pine and Hardy, executed by co-writer Simon Kinberg, of Sherlock Holmes definitely added to an otherwise eye roll-inducing dialogue.

We all know how much fun it is to identify local markers in Hollywood films, and this Vancouver-filmed production gives the audience plenty, including the Blarney Stone patio and Barcelona nightclub on Granville.

Demoted to their desks after blowing a covert job atop what we know as the Bentall office towers, best mates and partners FDR (Pine) and Tuck (Hardy) are left to ponder over the next best thing in a man’s life: women. After a simultaneous 3-2-1 unveiling of their girl of interest, Lauren, they make a ‘may-the-best-man-win’ pact.

The result is an uproarious montage of date-sabotaging via tranquilizers and air drones employed by their respective surveillance teams, which inevitably tears the codependent friendship apart as Lauren continues to be irritatingly indecisive about the two very different men.

Witherspoon and Pine may be the main attractions of the cast, but Hardy’s British wit was a standout as he portrayed the brutish but sweet Tuck, making the audience root for the underdog over smooth operator FDR. TV personality Chelsea Handler essentially butchered her acting career as Lauren’s crude best friend by barely making eye contact with Witherspoon, a shame as the character is given many-a-zinger, like encouraging Lauren to make her decision between her two gentleman callers by means of a sex tiebreaker.

This Means War is not by any means an outstanding rom-com, nor will it be remembered in a few weeks’ time. Jokes fall painfully flat and bad guy Til Schweiger (Inglorious Bastards) is wasted as the sideline scowl in underwhelming action scenes. Nonetheless, cast chemistry saves the film, upgrading it from another lonely girl’s torrent to a light-hearted romp that will appeal to both genders.