Showing posts with label holiday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label holiday. Show all posts

Saturday, June 2, 2007

Cinematic Binge

It's good to be on holidays.


That photo was taken on my last day of 5th year. Really sums it up, I think.

Okay, so. Even though my exams only finished on Wednesday, I've been on a sort of cinematic-binge since Monday evening. I was exhausted after studying non-stop, and I collapsed onto the couch around 9pm and found Enduring Love on Film4. I read Ian McEwan's novel a while back, and found it intruiging, but hard to love which kind of sums up my feelings towards the film adaptation. Both male leads were good and it was a well made adaption, the quietness and broad shots representing McEwan's prose faithfully. Afterwards, I had no desire to see it again. Tuesday was One Hour Photo, with Robin Williams. Which I found really funny. I think it was designed to be really creepy, but I find Williams such a jerk anyway, that slicking blonde greasy locks on him and making him a pedophile didn't make much of a difference. It was enjoyable, though. Wednesday, I rented O Brother, Where Art Thou to celebrate the end of my exams. And what a celebration! Dad had the soundtrack for ages, so I knew all the songs. George Clooney was amazing, funny and veered into being camp and just charming. I enjoyed spotting all the Odyssey references, because that's the kind of nerd I am. An odd thing - I know the Odyssey quite well, but I've never read it. Nope. All my knowledge comes from two sources; the first being Margaret Atwood's excellent Penelopiad, which relates the story from Penelope's perspective. I have to admit, though, that the bulk of my familiarity with the story is from a computer game that I worshipped as a child: Wishbone and the Amazing Odyssey. Yep, a PC game in which explorer-pooch Wishbone ( remember him?) relived Homer's Odyssey. On four legs. It was kinda amazing, but I always got stuck on one particular island. I've just looked it up and was looking at pictures of it and experienced a full-on Proust moment, with the taste of these cheese crackers I used to eat while playing this game suddenly in my mouth. Neat. Back to my original point...ah, yes, the film. I like the Coen brothers, although I've only seen three of their films, and I admire their scope in this film, setting the Odyssey in the Depression-era South and mixing in other legends (Robert Johnson selling his soul to the devil, Baby Face Nelson etc). And even though I admire the film, I also enjoyed it. The comedy was never in-your-face, but wide and gentle and genuinely amusing. The bluegrass/country music is excellent, obviously. My sister always wanted to see The Breakfast Club, so I got it out for us to watch together on Thursday night. Being my second time watching it, I noticed a few faults that didn't register on my inital viewing due to the sheer sugary dizziness of it. The characterisations are all quite shallow and the ending doesn't sit quite as neatly as John Hughes imagines it does, but it's still a zeitgiest movie that makes me smile. The dance scene is fun, but not as loveable as Ducky's Otis Redding-freakout in Hughes' Pretty in Pink.

Yesterday and this evening I saw three films that really moved me. Three quite exceptional films, and I doubt I can put into words how I feel about them, let form alone a coherant review.




Maybe later.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Happy St. Valentine's Day!

Ah, I love the smell of commercialisation in the morning.

To mark this wonderful (cough) holiday, I propose a toast. Ladies & Gentlemen, raise your glasses to Moulin Rouge.



It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway, the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen...


All together now, awww.

What I'm love-ing at the moment: this tuna roll I'm currently engaged with, Buck 65 and the song "463", writing in French, choir (especially "Cantique de Jean Racine"), The Guardian, stripy socks and black coffee.

Okay, that's enough love for one post. For some light relief, I'll post my piece for the writing workshop today, which got a fairly good reception. The pitch? Write a dialogue piece set in a broken-down lift between two characters, with some conflict. Here's my effort, the two characters have different fonts and italics are thoughts:


Back in the Day.


I cannot believe it. I just…no, it can’t be. It is. It is…oh, damn. That’s Paul Johnson there, two feet away from me. Paul “Punch” Johnson. In this lift. With me. Oh, God. Hurry up…hurry up..

LIFT STOPS

Woah.. Oh, no. No, no, no. This is not happening. This lift did not just stop. Hah, how do you like that? With a shudder and a jolt, all my worst nightmares have come true. Stuck in a lift with Punch Johnson. Just my luck.


Tch, that’s a bit of a nuisance, isn’t it?
Why is he looking at me like that?


Yes.
He knows its me. He knows. Oh, crap. Why didn’t I take the stairs?


I’m going to be late, now. Board meeting, see. Ah, well. Nothing we can do about it, I suppose.
Look at the way he’s staring at me. Just my luck, getting stuck in a lift with a madman.


Hmph.
Look at him, all calm and cool in his Armani suit. He’s wearing an Armani suit? Rich bastard. He’s just waiting…biding his time…


Hang on, didn’t you go to..
Is that Frank Greene? He looks different.


NO.
He knows. He knows. I’m going to die, right now. I’m going to die.


No, you did... St. Damians, right? Graduating class of ’94. It is you, it has to be. I never forget a face..


…yes. I did, yeah.
And it’s begun. This is it. Goodbye, cruel world.


Haha. Fancy that. Funny, how you run into people like this. I’m Paul….Paul Johnson. I doubt you remember me, I was a bit of a quiet lad back then.
Well, this is nice.


Paul, yes, I remember. Ahem. Frank Greene.
Smarmy bastard, who’s he trying to kid? “Quiet lad”? Punch Johnson was NOT quiet…I remember that much.


People used to call me Punch, back then. Kids are dreadful cruel, aren’t they?
Wow, I haven’t brought that up in years. Still kind of stings…


Yes…I vaguely remember that nickname.
Cruel? CRUEL?? You, my friend, were the cruel one..you used to go around beating up innocent people, I heard the stories, I heard them...


I hated school back then. I was teased something awful…
I can’t believe I’m telling him this.


..really? I don’t recall that..
Liar. Lying bastard.


Yeah. It was because of my, eh, my nose. You know, Punch. Punch ‘n Judy…
It feels good to get that off my chest. God, I never even told Gloria about this stuff.


…oh.
What on earth is he going on about? Punch Johnson, called so because you punched people. It’s that simple. Deluded fool..


Woah...

Woah..

Well, at least we’re moving again.
Thank God. I can’t believe I told this guy all those painful memories.


Yeah, I’m..eh…going to be late now.
Thank God. I can’t believe this guy’s such a liar. At least he didn’t hit me..


Well, here’s my floor. It was nice seeing you again.
That was a pleasant, if slightly awkward, chat.


Yeah, you too. See you round.
That was a close one. Git.