No matter how much I loved An Education, I have to be honest, I never wanted to see The Riot Club. Unfortunately, a friend of mine was desperate to see it because “she loves posh boys”. As the only alternative film I had in my arsenal was the new and most likely disappointing Woody Allen film, I couldn't change her mind. Still, considering Douglas Booth has a fucking beautiful jawline (who's with me, ladies?) I was pretty sure I could work with it. Besides, who doesn't enjoy a bit of social commentary on a Wednesday afternoon?
Tuesday, 7 October 2014
Saturday, 13 September 2014
As you all may know this year marks the anniversary of Roald Dahl's birth. Today, 13th September 2014 is Roald Dahl day and the world has taken to celebrating the much loved children's author. Especially considering this year also marks the 50th anniversary of the publication of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. This milestone is partially being marked by Penguin through their new Classic edition which, as we have discovered recently, is a pretty controversial topic. To be honest, and at the risk of feeling the wrath of the internet, I'm not as opposed to the questionable picture as most seem to be. I admit there is a certain amount of sexualising the young girl at the centre of the photo but, after watching far too much Toddlers and Tiaras over the last few days, maybe I've become somewhat immune to it. Plus, I also quite like the combination. Dahl was a lot darker than people tend to appreciate. Of course, he wasn't that dark but I like the idea of an adult addition that pays attention to it.
So I'm a pretty big Hank Green fan and I have recently put him back on my “Day to Day” Spotify playlist. However, I can't help but feel a little guilty when I listen to his Harry Potter songs. OK not guilty but at least sad that I'm not that big of a Harry Potter fan. It's something that has always made me feel a little awkward and constantly has me considering handing back my geek ID card. It's not even like I hate the books: I'm just kind of ambivalent towards them. So whenever a song like 'Book Eight' comes on I can't fully appreciate how downright awesome the song actually is because I don't fully understand the sentiment.
Sunday, 17 August 2014
Guardians of the Galaxy. It was the middle of the Summer holidays at about lunchtime so there were kids aplenty. It seemed a bit fucking weird to me. Do fathers, out with their kids, really want to be titillated by the thought of a naked Cameron Diaz? Do parents really want their children being forced to imagine Cameron Diaz and Jason Segel filming themselves getting down and dirty? Clearly marketing strategies still centre around fucking ridiculous stereotypes of desperate and sexually frustrated comic book nerds.
Saturday, 16 August 2014
It was back in 2010 that Marvel started making public suggestions about a Guardians of the Galaxy film. I have to admit that I didn't really pay any attention to it. My limited knowledge of the comic book world had let me down again so I had very little knowledge of this part of the Marvel universe. With every new piece of information my eyes rolled with increasing exaggeration: chubby yet adorable Chris Pratt as a Hans Solo type? Karen Gillan? Bradley Cooper? Vin Diesel? Certainly nothing that really left me inspired enough to pick up a comic book. That was until the first teaser trailer was released... and I was fucking hooked. I bought some of the comics, found out as much as possible and made weird high-pitched noises whenever I saw new pictures of the newly buff Pratt.
Monday, 21 July 2014
After finishing the disappointing Summer House With Swimming Pool a few days ago I decided to dip my toe a little further into the pool of YA fiction. I started reading the much praised Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell because she's all anyone on the internet seems to fucking talk about these days. I can't say I was blown away and, after getting bogged down in the awful teen melodrama, I took a peak at the ending (which incidentally I do a fair amount of the time and I see nothing wrong with it). It didn't really fill me with any great desire to finish the book any time soon. Therefore, it seemed like fate when, after an early finish from work gave me a bit of charity shop time, I found a cheap copy of the Herman Koch novel that preceded the topic of my last review.
Friday, 18 July 2014
Another of Huff Po’s summer recommendations which, from their description, sounded like a simple and, hopefully, trashy murder thriller. I was desperate to get my hands on this book, particularly the beautiful hardcover, so I tracked down a copy from outside the UK to get it all the sooner. However, thanks to my increasingly short attention span, I finished The Enchanted and bought another huge pile of books that somehow managed to make their way to the top of my ‘to read’ pile. I seriously cannot be trusted in book stores these days. When I eventually got round to it I was once again halted thanks to my desperate need to criticise the fucking stupid binding that made page-turning a bit of a nightmare. Perhaps patience really is a virtue?