I have a secret shame that has been eating away at me for years. In my first year of university, a depressing 7.5 years ago, a male friend and I hid ourselves away and watched a film so embarrassing we vowed never to speak of it again. Until that point I'd allowed myself to openly mock the narrative as I imagined it to be. It was a source of derision between me and my school friends because we were teenagers and it's what we did. Having kept the secret deep within for so long, I go through periods where I forget that I've even seen the film but then it comes crashing back into my memory. When researching ideas for my next few TBT posts I discovered my dirty secret, The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, was celebrating its 10th birthday. It seemed like fate.
Monday, 23 February 2015
At the start of the year, I signed up for Penguin Books' “Peguinspiration” and decided that I would strive to read a fairly modest seeming 30 books in 2015. As of February I've already given up on one novel, completed another a few days ago and started a third. At this rate, I'll struggle to manage half of the number that I thought I would easily achieve. Maybe it's the type of books I'm tackling. I loved what I read of A Brave Man Seven Storeys Tall but found it fucking tough to get through after a long day at work. The writing was beautiful and the story complex and engaging. However, nobody wants to be faced with a fucking 50 page chapter before they go to bed. So instead, I picked up an altogether trashier sounding thriller that I could get out of the way in a week.
Thursday, 19 February 2015
During the end of last year I was thinking about how I approach this little sideline of mine and decided it was high-time that I started being a bit more reliable. Now that I've got a slick new look (thanks to...) I think I need to start sticking to a posting schedule... well as best I can. I have every intention of getting ahead of myself, planning posts and following a rigid structure but, to quote the great Dr Ian Malcolm, “life finds a way”. Never mind though, for now my intentions are good. As part of my new plan, and suffering from a lack of original ideas, I'm stealing an idea from social media – Throwback Thursday. It's a pretty fucking concept: I review an old film for your pleasure. It'll be great... or something I abandon quite eagerly after two attempts.
Monday, 16 February 2015
Watching The Hobbit trilogy has felt a bit like Christmas dinner. The first course is absolutely delicious and you come away satisfied and hungry for more. By the time the second one gets under way, you realise you're getting fuller and could probably made do with some smaller portions. Then comes the dreaded final course. After the first two you've had so much fucking food you might burst but then someone brings out the Christmas pudding. You know you don't need it but you eat your portion anyway and spend the rest of the day, uncomfortably full, half regretting you're decision. It's all lovely in itself but together it's just too much.
Friday, 16 January 2015
I think, by now, I've made my feelings about Benedict Cumberbatch pretty fucking clear. However, for those of you not paying attention, I'm more than happy to repeat myself. I love him and his weird alien, ottery face. There is very little that I wouldn't be happy to sit through just to watch him. Hell, if I sat through the abysmal and disappointing August: Osage County then I could probably sit through any old shit if I had his face for company. It also helps that the story of Alan Turing is one of the few films that genuinely deserves to be made into a film. The man was a fucking war hero but nobody was allowed to know about it. He saved thousands of lives and his work was key in the development of computer science: just think how much we all owe him. Such a great man deserves to be portrayed by a great actor.
Saturday, 10 January 2015
I have to be honest with you, Michael Keaton is my favourite incarnation of Batman. No offence to Adam West or Christian Bale but there's something about those two Tim Burton films that just gives me so much joy. Quite simply, I love Michael Keaton and no amount of shitty Christmas films is ever going to stop that. So I couldn't imagine anything better than hearing Keaton was set to star in a life-mirroring film about the washed-up star of a Superhero franchise. Michael Keaton going all Being John Malkovich on us and get super meta? Jesus, I was excited. I have to admit that I spent a lot the film wondering whether I still would and, despite seeing the now 60+ year old running around in his grungy tighty whities, I probably would. After Edward Norton, of course.
Thursday, 8 January 2015
So 2015 is finally here. The time that film fans have been waiting for ever since their first viewing of Back to the Future II showed us just how different life would be. Unfortunately, the strike of midnight didn't open us up to a world of hoverboards, flying cars and shoes that lace themselves. Instead we're looking at an even more unbelievable situation in which Channing Tatum, following in the footsteps of Matthew McConaughey and Mark Wahlberg before him, is slowly becoming one of the most consistently strong actors in Hollywood. I ignored him until I saw 21 Jump Street and realised how funny and clever he could be. No longer just the hunky star of Step-Up and shitty rom-coms, I embraced the Tates... even though there has been something fucking weird going on with his face of late. As a person who always goes where the hype is, I've been looking forward to his latest film, Foxcatcher, for ages. Some of you may remember that New Year's Day 2014 saw me watching Anchorman2 because it was all my hungover state could handle. This year, my New Year's Eve was a much more sophisticated affair so I felt I could handle a better class of film.
Sunday, 7 December 2014
I never really know what to think about Stephen King. I have a great deal of respect for him as a writer and for his attitude towards the publishing world in general. However, the last few of his books that I've made my way through have never quite delivered the promise that his reputation makes for them. I fell in love with the gorgeous, pulpy cover for his 2013 book Joyland but found the final twist to be really fucking dull. Am I missing something? Or is this King of contemporary horror just a little pedestrian these days? Not terrible by any means but nothing to get excited about. Although, he always has this way of drawing me back in. My fucking huge TBR pile has prevented me from buying Mr Mercedes so far, his first 2014 release, but every time I see it on the shelf I get a little bit closer. It was the connections to Frankenstein and HP Lovecraft that persuaded me to break my book buying ban for Revival. If something connected to Mary Shelley then I'd probably be tempted to break anything to try it.