Thursday, 28 May 2015

TBT - Joyland

The thing about reading Stephen King novels is that it will always bring about memories of other Stephen King novels. During Mr Mercedes the writer name checked a couple of his most well-known tales by referring to the big screen adaptations of two of his novels, It and Christine. (Fun fact: in my first year of University, I dressed as Christine for Halloween. I taped torches to my legs as headlights. It was fucking amazing.) King has spent years creating an intricate fictional universe where many of his novels can connect with each other. Like watching John Hughes films in the 80s, catching the subtle references to other stories is one of the fun things about reading his books. When I read Revival last year, I was more overjoyed that I should have been to discover a reference to another of his recent works. I think I audibly squeed when a character mentioned a certain North Carolina amusement park: Joyland.

Monday, 25 May 2015

Mr Mercedes by Stephen King

Those of you paying attention will notice that for the first time in 13 weeks I missed a TBT. I don't even have a good excuse: I was just super tired and couldn't think of anything good to write about. Although, the reason for my tired state was because I had been staying up too late to get to the end of my sixth (I think) book of the year: Mr Mercedes by Stephen King. Regular readers will know that I've been burnt by King before so I went in with limited expectations, which, considering the hype when it came out, was fucking difficult. With the second book in the Bill Hodge's trilogy coming out next month, I had to find out if I'd be making another purchase or carrying on with my mission to decrease the number of unread books on my shelf.

Monday, 18 May 2015

Murdocal's Roundup - A Rootin' Tootin' Collection of Books I failed to Review

It may surprise you considering how good I've been at sticking to my schedule over the last few weeks but I'm actually pretty shit at keeping up to date with my blog. Over the last few months there have been fucking loads of books, films and TV shows that I've thought about writing about but neglected in favour of a nap. So I decided that the best way to deal with the backlog was to create a whole new format... new for this blog anyway. The day I have an original fucking idea for what to do here is going to be a day to celebrate. Basically, my general lazy nature is taking over and I'm writing the shortest reviews for these things as possible. I'll spend a small amount of time doing them and you'll learn nothing of any use... sounds fucking brilliant to me.

Thursday, 14 May 2015

TBT - Election (1999)

Last Thursday I voted in the second General Election that has taken place since I've been of the legal age to vote. It was an election that had everyone confused until the last second. I was still umming and ahhing on my walk to my nearest voting station. I'm still not sure I made the right choice now because, in the words of Tim Minchin, “the more you know the harder you will find it to make up your mind”. Unlike my two co-workers who unquestioningly did whatever the fucking Daily Mail told them to but I've argued with them about it until my voice was hoarse. Suffice it to say, election fever has been rife throughout the UK for what feels like a lifetime and, despite the results being in for nearly a week, it's not going away any time soon. So I'm jumping on the bandwagon and looking back to a political film that I only first watched because it came in a box-set with Mean Girls.

Monday, 11 May 2015

Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015)

Those of you who have been paying close attention to my Twitter for the last 12 months will know that I've been fucking excited about Avengers: Age of Ultron: it's been my not so secret obsession since James Spader was announced as the voice of titular nemesis. As it happened, it took me a week after its release to finally get around to seeing Age of Ultron and I did so well at avoiding spoilers regarding the shocking ending. That was until the day I had arranged to see it when my fucking dick of a colleague ruined it for me. I haven't yet forgiven him and its not an exaggeration to say that I probably never will. He fucking knew I was scheduled to see it but still he blundered on, determined to ruin my viewing pleasure. This meant that I was a little underwhelmed when leaving the cinema because I saw through all of Joss Whedon's intricate plot weaving to the closing act that I knew was heading my way. It was a fucking travesty. However, in the time since my viewing, I've had time to calm down and reflect properly on the latest massively multiplayer Marvel movie.

Thursday, 7 May 2015

TBT - Revenge of the Sith (2005)

This month marks the 10th anniversary of the release of the third episode in the Star Wars saga: Revenge of the Sith. As such, it marked the end of the prequel trilogy and the end of the three films that managed to break the hearts of so many people. Fans were fucking jaded and sad come 2005: the excitement pre-Phantom Menace a fading memory of a more naïve time in their lives. To a certain group of society, George Lucas was the fucking villain who pissed on their childhood thanks to an over-reliance on CGI and a fucking racist alien. Although, people still flocked to see the final film to get the closure they needed but they weren't going to enjoy it. It turned out that after the abysmal first two films, Revenge of the Sith was the best of Lucas' modern trilogy but, really, what does that accolade mean?

Monday, 4 May 2015

Star Wars Day 2015: A necessary defence of the prequels

So, it's May 4th and a day when the world come together to celebrate all things Star Wars. The one day of the year where card-carrying geeks, film fans or just normal people rejoice that in 1977 a film was released that gave birth to a great franchise. With the release of the latest trailer for Episode 7 a few weeks ago there has been an increase in the amount of people announcing that JJ Abrams has saved Star Wars after George Lucas nearly killed it. Not only do I bemoan the fact people are only just trusting Abrams to work his magic on the series but I'm getting bored on people moaning about how terrible the prequels are. It seems to be quite a cool thing to hate the prequels but I say it's fucking ignorant. Yes, there is no denying that they aren't as good as the originals but this fucking stubborn need to criticse them is getting silly. In Midnight in Paris Woody Allen warned us against living in the past and I think it's about time we move on. The prequels aren't as good as the first films but they aren't completely awful. In fact there are a lot of things to praise about them: something I'm about to do right now. Here is my list of 6 best things about the prequels.