Categorisation Cock Up

First up, I am not a spoiler type of girl, so up until when there is a movie so orgasmic I feel the need to rave euphorically for the whole world to hear (sharing is caring, I recall the saying goes), breathe easy. So I watched Final Destination 3 and I must say: Are the local classification officers Out. Of. Their. Minds! (I know, I know, a question mark due, but I'm calling on the license of literary effect on this one...)

When catching MI:3, I distinctly recall the rating to be M. Which - I checked - include depictions of violence that should:-
Not contain a lot of detail,
Not be prolonged;
In realistic treatments:-
Be infrequent,
Not have a high impact and/or be gratuitous;
In stylised treatments:-
Contain more detail and be more frequent if this does not increase the impact (more here).
And, nudity should not contain a lot of detail, or be prolonged.

Fine. Lots of ground to start an argument, whichever your camp. Or so one thinks - until(!), you find FD3 is rated MA15+. The summary of that rating, is really that: Depictions of violence should not have a high impact. That where an M rating is unsuitable for those under the age of 15, an MA15+ is fine. That whatever the impact an M rated show may have to um offer, an MA15+ one should be an impact or three or whatever the rate lesser.

Right.

That would explain all the absolutely gory, bloody, messy prolonged scenes of FD3. The unrecognizably multilated, strewn all over, plain gross scenes. Don't get me wrong. It's butcher heaven. MI3 has nothing to hold up to them.

Incidentally, I don't recall any prolonged or very detailed sex scenes of Mr and Mrs Hunt at all. But why would I when I am going to remember FD3's resident bimbos shaking their cosmetically dehanced (yes) goods for the everyone's viewing er gaze instead? After all, the MA15+ rule is: Depictions of nudity in a sexual context which contain detail should not be exploitative. Everyone knows bimbos are never exploitated into showing off anything they themselves don't want to, anyway.

Oh, yes. The movie itself. All that good-for-nothing carnage boils down to exactly that. Nothing. Because it gets cancelled out by having a weak, weak plot, and a disgracefully, disgustingly complete lack of logic. And we all know how important logic is to any smart storyline, stupid-no-reason-ghost-stories genre aside. (Still, I think I'll cover my ass and say: all you Alex types, steer clear.)

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On a completely different note, yesterday i was LIVID when I realized I lost something! After no undue search of the same possible scenes again and again, it certainly wasn't a case of thought I'd misplaced it; it was assuredly, realized I Could. Not. Find. the blasted thing.

I say blasted now due to all the grief it caused me then. Oh, and I meant to say. The Finding, when on the brink of giving up and eternal sorrow, a Molten Fountain.

What was it? Nothing big, really. Technically. Ok, fine. It has ultimate sentimental value, is unbelievably precious, irreplaceable.
Just goes to show.