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Back from London, where I had an extremely intense 24 hours of reviewing papers and external examining and for the first time in two weeks, subsequent boozing from 4.30 onwards, with result that I ended up back in hotel room at 10 ish, shaking, coughing and alnost unable to breathe. Dramatic! It was all good fun though, except the collapsing bit. Somehow the sun, the vague ever present sense of illness, and magical codeine brought by courier after emergency phone calls to Best German Lesbian Pal added a rather surreal tint to proceedings (not unhelped by dinner in Strada where clientele was hundreds of 12 year old girls , succeeded (thank the goddess) by several rizque hen parties, one I'm sure mostly drag). I think I discovered that friend A (yet another of my flock of Andy's) was now writing a column on Internet law for The Sun. Wtf?!

"Which of these women would you fancy if you were a lesbian?" demanded Best German Lesbian Pal of straight married monogamous A, pointing at a table of 6 hen-partied up actual women. "Er none of them?" said A, sweating. "Right answer!" said J, "They're all too attractive!"

I'm not entirely sure what point she was making.. (She's also fallen in love with Edward from Twilight. I ask you..)

Saturday, I cancelled the arranged lunch with Best Other Gay Non-German Collaborator in interest of Sleep and Recovery, (and also avoided the temptation of being sucked into Plokta Central, although I did rapid-fire dictate optimistic programme items down the phone - no, I hadn't been drinking [livejournal.com profile] bohemiancoast but I WAS probably high on codeine!) but actually felt much better, so wandered around Holborn and Covent Garden before getting back to Shef to relieve catsitter.

It was a rather glorious day, and I felt blissfully free, free from work commitments , from illness and even (don't get this wrong) free from the usual social commitments I arrange in London with the attached duty to be alert and entertaining. I *schmooried*, ancient Jewish Glasgow word for just bobbed along, happy as bubbles. Brunch outside Chez Gerard, coffee & cake on the steps of Covent Garden watching the fun people having fun, and goodies from Lush and HMV (I did my bit for the record industry by actually BUYING CDs - new Doves, Killers, Paul Weller - I don't know why I didn't buy the DVD of Being Human too,what kind of mad meannness struck me that I decided to go hom and see if it was cheaper on Amazon? I could have it NOW!)

Oh and in middle of all this I FELL DOWN. yes just TRIPPED outside Karen Millen , to great aghastness at own stupidity and on being helped up discovered had broken leg. OK not quite but is bloody sore and AGONY if twisted in wrong direction. This makes going down steps, sitting on toilet (!), putting on jeans etc extraordinarily difficult. OH DEAR!!! Is there any thing I should do? walking is possible and actually seems to make things better not worse so am assuming nothing broken, but something (tendon??) has gone into spasm and movement is relaxing it a bit. Any more suggestions?! I might go talk to the para medics next door - they've promised to fix my computer viruses anyway..

Yes my life really is this odd. Get over it already.. I'm off now to ask Ex Housemate's advice on where to go from Hong Kong on, and then hopefully to fillum of some kind (lots happening: In the Loop, State of Play, Swedish vamp flick - any recs??)

Advice welcome from here too : the story so far. Going on werk trip to Oz then HK, in early to mid June. Would have liked to go back to Oz after, but on looking at map is really a bit crazy. Want a few days to a week after, somewhere lovely, with water, and fish and stuff, and manageable for lone English speaking woman who doesn't want to be backpacker/get hassled - seems mad to have ticket like this, and not use it for Fun.

Friend A squared (OK, Andrea) suggests Singapore as she's going there for more work after HK - but on looking, Singapore is also south of HK (wrong for sensible flights) and not that exciting. Maldives and Seychelles will both be into monsoon season and are also really in wrong place. Kerala is possible? Angkor Wat (Cambodia) and Laos both much recommended, but not sure about hassle/lone woman/relaxation factor. Now considering Chiang Mai (though this breaks unwritten rules of New Places as went to Thailand LAST year. But only Southern Thailand... and is in exact right place for breaking trip on way back.)

[livejournal.com profile] peteyoung what do you think? Any recs for lovely place to stay in Chiang Mai with nice pool?? Is it nice place for lone traveller? looks it on Internet..

ps Eddie Izzard is TOURING!!! Sheffield, 25 Oct. Sheffield people/[livejournal.com profile] ang_grrr, etc, wanna go?? Expect will sell out fast!

pps who wants to be on the Being Human panel at #plokta then??

ppps anyone fancy one of the new-ish "adult" festivals for this sunmer, with theatre and comedy as well as bands?? the Guardian is full of em. I fancy Big Chill , 6-9 August, Malvern (Tim Minchin! David Byrne! Dylan Moran!) a lot, and Latitude 16-19 July ,Suffolk (Where IS Suffolk??) quite a bit ( Nick Cave/Pet Shop Boys/loadsa interesting theatre/ballet!/Ben Moor!!.)

Guy/Nuala/Andrea/Chris n Doug/Cambridge folks/Maggie & Spam?? I could try camping for the first time ever!!!
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OK not the real review, but I can't resist this summary I just have given [livejournal.com profile] bohemiancoast:

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M. Outlook just talked to me. I swear.

It said "Please type your message in the text box."

My god, it's like living in Twin Peaks. When did this happen?

POTC 2 no spoilers. Meh. Too long. Needs lots of editing. Dominion gave us an Intermission which was quaint, but didn't help. Last half hour or so is dead good though, and can't wait for part 3. And yes, there is something at the end of the (endless) credits (Adele insisted there would be): but it ain't worth waiting for (especially if you need the loo). Great tentacles, as advertised.

God I'm tired!

EDIT: still awake at 3.49 and it is either getting light or has never been dark. Sometimes you remembner how far north Scotland is.
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Before I fly off to Cambridge for 4 days..

quick comments on Dr Who, Fear Me )

And finally, The Lake House is much better than (most of) its reviews too. It's kind of a filmed romcom version of The Time Travellers Wife, only without the dodgy pedophile overtones of that novel. The alleged romantic chemistry between Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves which got the film made (remember them smooching in Speed? well, I only remember The Bus) is non-existent again (actually, both seem keener on the dog) but it honestly doesn't matter very much; this is a genuinely intelligent, European style (well, adapted from a Korean movie by a Spanish director) movie, which takes a rather different look at time travel paradoxes than most movies which invoke the trope - here the key issue is not whether the past can be changed, but how much, how, and, especially, when. My own rather elitist feeling is that the reviewers who said the plot is full of holes, just weren't genre savvy enough to understand it - there *are* holes, but one is minor (the book business) and one is major, but kind of playing an allowable joker card (is the time gap between the parties always exactly two years?). I liked it, a lot, and vaguely expect it, if geeks can get over the few uber-schmaltz moments (the dog playing chess - ick!)to become a minor sleeper genre cult film.
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Well - as comicbook action movies go, it was Ok. really OK. OK plus even. But..

spoilers - only for people who've been reading the X Men since 1981 or earlier.. )
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Brick is, indeed, really really wonderful. Go. The sheer effrontery of writing a classic-styled film noir gumshoe detective movie, only set in LA-outer-suburbia - where the sun always shines and the sky is always blue - and where Sam Spade is a teenager in high school, as are the familiar figures of the blonde ice-maiden, the femme fatale, the doublecrossing whore, the local muscle and the local drug kingpin (oh hang on, he's in his late 20s!) And it works. It really works - I'd say it was a cross between Bugsy Malone and Pulp Fiction but that would just so much give you the wrong idea. It's more like a classic episode of Buffy mixed up with all those Bogart movies where the black head of police tells the 'tec that he can't protect him from the Feds much longer and he'd better get off the case(fan-taaastic scene with the black headmaster of the school..). And yet it's NOT just a pastiche - it's got a rawness and a realness of the emotions that I haven't found in an "adult" movie in an awfully long time. Maybe, as in Baz Luhmann's Romeo + Juliet, we've got to get ourselves back to the teenage stage to really feel love and regret and loss. To get over the cynicism, the knowingness, of our grownupness. I wish I could have the exposition of the last fifteen minutes over again abouit five times, though, maybe with a transcript to go.

This boy (the writer/director, not the star, though he's pretty cool too) will, methinks, go far.
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Marvellous review of the Dull Vacant Code

"The story of “The Da Vinci Code” goes like this. A dead Frenchman is found laid out on the floor of the Louvre. His final act was to carve a number of bloody markings into his own flesh, indicating, to the expert eye, that he was preparing to roll in fresh herbs and sear himself in olive oil for three minutes on each side..."
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Enormous excitement: after about a year, two false deliveries and lots of angst , I have ordered (yet another) new cooker !!!! which might fit the kitchen this time!!!

In still more scintillation, I am now contemplating going to Chavland Matalan and buying a small filing cabinet. Or going for a swim. Or getting a new boiler. Or, inspired by [livejournal.com profile] flickgc and [livejournal.com profile] drplokta, going down the canal to check out my own cygnets. Or even, conceivably, making strawbery mascarpone lo fat philly cheese tart a la Nigel Slater.

To compensate for all this appalling domesticity . I went to see The Da Vinci Code last night too with Best Pal, her husband, and everyone else in Edinburgh it appeared (what else do you do in what appears to be October) - it is AAAAWFUUUUL - as bad as the reviews suggested and not even as funny as I thought it might be. Tom Hanks appears to be maturing into a sort of human-pig hybrid and Amelie whassername is far too thin and has one facial expression of blanket "I ought to be astonished but I can't act"-ness. The "action" goes: suspense-free murder/ inanely easy puzzle that 5 year old could solve/ historical flashback of utter banality/ giant expositional dump /token furrowing of brow by Tom Hanks as music swells for 10 minutes (can you imagine how dull it must have been ACTING it without the music?)/repeat ad sickbagum. It's nice to see Roslyn & the Louvre though :-)The end is bathos of the most extreme form and I cannot CANNOT believe this is the phenomenon everyone and their nasturtiums has been reading on trains: surely EVERYONE's heard of the whole Jesus-had-a-wife-and-child shtick by now? There's one point in the film where Hanks says to Amelie "In the end it's all about what you believe" and I wanted to tear his throat out and say "NO! NO! It isn't! It's about empirical proof or THERE'S NO POINT TO THIS CRAPPY MOVIE AT ALL!!"

And how the fuck do you persuade a murderous bound and gagged assassin to helpfully leap from a moving aeroplane into the trunk of a car anyway?

No, no, I will not get into the plot dysfunctions which came at the rate of about one per five minutes. I also refuse to put in spoiler space: if you need it for this movie you're too sick for my LJ, kid.

I came home and dialled up Elastica's first album on Napster as a kind of antidote or purity of intent. Ah, My Justine!! (What is she doing now?)
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Transamerica is a sweet little film, and Felicity Huffman is ded gud (as Flick would say). Acting as a woman, to look like a woman who used to be a man, is a damn good trick to pull off, and she does. Very good make up too , one imagines.

The guy playing her son is also teh hotness (as I don't say); rather reminiscent of Little Leo de Caprio before he grew up and went off -I wonder if this one will last the pace?

Does anyone know if the writer/director is transgendered, or was he just interested in the subject?

The trans coming out party in Dallas - all big hair and guacamole dips - is an absolute hoot. Ignore the comparison on the film posters to Sideways - this is much more funny, with far more engaging characters - more like an Americana version of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. (But, OK, without the Abba.) I am just a bit tired of fair minded, non-sexist gallant Native American characters (very Kingsolver-esque), but hey, I guess we have a few decades of equally unrepresentative caricatured villainy to get over there first..

Great Line : "Your parents' house was much nicer." "Yes. But it came with my parents."


In other news, I still have a sort of sore weird lump behind my right eye that's been there a few days - it feels like it's right in the eye socket. My optician said she couldn't see anything (this is partly why I finally went) and it might be a bunged up tear duct, 'cept it's the wrong place. Any ideas? It's giving me a bugger of a headache. (I am resisting the urge to claim it's a brain tumour, cos I am Not a Hypochondriac.)
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V for Vendetta - bloody good I thought, contrary to all previous anti-PR. Then re-read graphic novel (not read since early 80s) and thought changes to plot etc made perfect sense - especially removal of 50s style 1984-style Multivac Big Brother computer-love in favour of distributed Internet style omnisurveillance. Keep meaning to write more on it. Also approve of change of Evie from 16 year old vaguely pedophilic victim to more appositely 20something political appeaser, subsequently transmuted to politicised proto suicide bomber. The ethics (and practical results) of torture remain the weak point - as discussed on many LJs. Also, Stephen Fry is great, but would a gay man with a Koran in his store room really have been so blithe? The LOOK - is absolutely stunning , as you'd expect from the Matrix twins perhaps, but more reminiscent of 70s Brit cop grittiness than twirly kung fu (and thank god for that). No wonder David Lloyd pleased, even if Le Moore isn't. I want to see it again..

Maid in Manhattan - enjoyable chickflick about Republican senator falling for Jennifer Lopez's bodelicious latina maid and being reminded of the rough side of life (him, not her) as a result. Complete rubbish politically, but fun.

Syriana - like someone else just said, pretty much Traffik, only in the Gulf and about oil. Except that Traffik had characters I cared about - even at this distance of time I remeber Michael Douglas's daugher, and the good though corrupt Mexican cop - while Syriana is an OU documentary with better cinematography. I'm glad I saw it but it ain't a Saturday night "movie". Whereas, oddly le George's other recentGood Work, Good Night and Good Luck, *is*. Always the lawyer, I tore my brain apart with trying to keep up with the plot: where IS this country? why didn't the Emir make the good prince his heir? what's Kazakhstan got to do with it? when everyone else I saw it with seemed quite happy to go, Americans bad bad BAD kittens. Details are the hobgoblin of the reviewer's brain.

The Constant Gardener - V and me got this out, bizarrely , on DVD, when it's still playing here in some of the local cinemas. No 3 in my recent canon of Worthy Films (2 X La Gorgeo Georgio, and this). Strange in a way that it's Rachel Weisz who got all the awards - yes, she lights up the screen while she's on it, but really, it's Fiennes who does all the actual acting. Poor old Ralph - ther's no Oscars in being under-stated. Not sure about this one really - I loved the opening, the camerawork, the colours of Africa, the daring of their sudden love affair - but after a while , it's Bad Pharmaceutical Company Plot 1A, hello Erin Brockovich, and NO TWISTS and TOO LONG and TOO SLOW. In the end I had to leave just before the end ,and to be absolutely honest, I didn't care - tho I must ask V if anything unexpected happened..). Along with no more books about Irish childhoods and no more TV dramas about abuse as a child,I really don't want to see any more films about Bad Pharma Companies making Money The Bad Way out of Poor Black People - unless they CAN fill in more plot twists I don't expect..
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Tescos Online have delivered 10 mins into allotted 2 hr slot, no fuss. I heart them (even if bizarrely, there were no tinned tomatoes due to Delays Caused By Snow. Now is the end of civilisation nigh.).

Today's (other!) Happy Thing was Ladies Who Lunch with [livejournal.com profile] yonmei, [livejournal.com profile] hfnuala and (not actually lunching!) [livejournal.com profile] chillies, which was very pleasant, with lovely food at Urban Angel (oops! whisper salmon risotto, rocket salad and strawberry bakewell tart with home made amaretto ice cream - extremely yummy). We all made plans to Go Back Soon.

And tonight i'm actually going to, unheard-of-ly, Stay In on a Saturday night,cook that leg of lamb, play with the cats and watch the ice dancing final. That sounds absolutely wonderful..

Oh and .. film challenge number no-fucking-idea, Good Night and Good Luck was much much better than I expected, indeed v g indeed. Very much a poster child for the usual liberal causes, freedon of speech and the American way, etc, but not nearly as been-done for all that as I anticipated. David Strathairn takes a tremendous part as McMurrow and the b & w cinematography catches the 50s look quite staggeringly well. I hadn't realised till I got in that the characters were all real, and that the film was integrating real footage of the McCarthy hearings - but the direction and camerawork is such that the join is seamless. There are moments that, deliberately, do jolt you out your seat with their modernity - the much quoted line about how you can't spread freedom abroad if you don't have it at home is one - and I'm impressed to see Clooney sharing writing as well as directing and acting credits. Doen't he know he's just a pretty face?
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Ok I have a theory about this one.

I think he's (Michael Winterbotton, the director) trying to demonstrate that naturalism/narrativism vs postmodernism isn't an on-off, digital, 1 or 0 , choice. That postmodernism, and uber-reality film, are both about recognising that there are shades of reality, multiple texts that are more or less aligned with "reality", shades of us all in "real life" playing mediated roles, not just on/off, reality vs self referentiality/walking through the fourth wall. We've seem that; we've seen Woody Allen walking up to himself and Diane Keaton in the cinema queue in Annie Hall , seen, more recently, Robt Downey Jr talking to the audience in Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, seen it back in the 70s in Howard the Duck. This is something cleverer - I think.

The first 20-30 mins of the film are spent actually filming the novel, sort of. We get graphic depictions, very funny, very baroque, very pseudo-Draughtsman Contract/arch but still essentially naturalistic of the parts of the novel that are leading up to Tristram Shandy's birth.

The rest of the film ptretty much shows us the cast FILMING these parts. (We get a bit more of the novel, but hardly so's you'd notice.) And in these parts, everyone is off camera, free of being actors, but still acting out varying roles. We see Steve Coogan as Coogan-the-star, as loving father and partner, as philanderer, as pleasant star pressing the flesh, as inadequate star being a bastard-cum-schmuck, as deceitful star giving an interview to a journalist he hates. And interestingly, we see Rob Bryden, who at first seems like an unmediatedly, naturalistically, pleasant person (is that really him? how do we know he's any nicer than Steve Coogan, in real life, really?) but who also, throughout the film, imitates Steve-Coogan-as-Alan_Partridge (better than Steve Coogan himself can do it). Significantly, the fade out is Rob and Steve bickering over who can do the better Robert de Niro impression. (Rob, or so it seems..)

Winterbotton is clearly obsessed with filming what seems to be real. His last effort Nine Songs involved filming "real" penetrative sex ("played" by 2 unknown actors) intermixed with "real" rock gigs. The effect of pure realism failed to convince : the film was flat and pointless and no one liked it. The film before that, 24 Hour Party People was also self referential/postmodern and also about real people - the founders of Factory Records, New Order et al - and also starred Steve Coogan, but was much funnier than A Cock and Bull Story - which latter film significantly at one point suggests that it's enough reason to make a film , if it's really really funny, and nothing more.

This film to me teases the audience with not knowing what is real and what is mediated/fiction. Is Coogan really a philandering bastard? Did he really have kinky sex with a girl when he shouldn't have? (Yes, says treacherous memory.)Is he really a reformed father and husband in REAL LIFE? Is Bryden really nicer than him or just a better actor or just the actor who got the part of the nice person? Is this a film of Tristram Shandy at all (because who has read the book and actually knows)? Even the music, stolen from The Draughtsman's Contract, recalls Peter Greenaway's fake 18th century world of uber-ridiculous wigs and cleavages.

Or alternately - maybe it's all just a cock and bull story? A shaggy bull story?

Hmm!
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Another Neil Jordan encounter with transvestites/transsexuals, the Irish troubles and as an aside, a beautiful black woman. What are you trying to tell us, Neil?? Hmm. Very very good indeed (and, incidentally, a good antidote to Brokeback Mountain for those who maintain that "gay" or at least non-het films made for a mass film audience can only end in tragedy). Yes I did cry (yet again) but as V maintained when talking me into going, this is on the whole a remarkably light and sweet film for such potentially heavy material. I now really would like to know a bit more about the biographicalness or otherwise of the subject hero ([livejournal.com profile] rozk touched on this in her review) and may even have to read the book - zut alors! Oh and the soundtrack, of the forgotten side of 70s trash pop and love anthems, not the well known Abba anthems but Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep and Morris Albert's original Feelings, brought out the longing to be young in this 40something's breast. All this and Wombles - you should go.

EDIT: And why is everything I see at the moment about the 70s huh? All in one week or so, BB Mountain, this, and Life on Mars, which I am, unexpectedly, rather enjoying. I told V, my theory is the people of our age are now in charge of the domainant cultural meme, and we're reliving out teenage years. Strange after all that stuff about the 70s being the decade taste forgot..
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.. is indeed to "the gay cowboys" film - Brokeback Mountain. Which did indeed, make me cry, lots.

It's a very very good film, but not, as we were discussing coming up the road, because it's a "gay" film. It's because it's a relationship film that gives itself room to breathe. It isn't about two people who fall in love while trying to save the world because we need a a romance sub plot, or even a slightly better explored romance evolved over a few rounds of intellectual suppers and bon mots among the literati. That's the kind of falling in love we're used to seeing in Anglo films. It's more like what I remember of the French Eric Rohmer type films films I went to when I was a student. Slow burning love, quiet love, long lasting sad love, inarticulate love, we don't see much of this on film. It works, it convinces, and it's very sad. Show not tell, they said in my scriptwriting class. The script is very good at doing this. The actors are superb and Heath Ledger is wonderful especially.

I kept getting weird flashback echoes of, "can this really be the 60s, not the 1880s? Yes that IS the Vietnam war they're, once or twice, referring to. Yes look she is wearing hot pants. Yes premarital het sex is ok, it seems, so no, we're not in the 50s, really. Yes that is a Lady Di hairdo, it must be the 80s." Yet in the countryside of rural Texas and Wyoming, the lynch mob mentality remains. Was this true? Is anyone out there from Texas who knows? I told V and Va how in 1988 - not so far from the 83 of the film's "climax" - I had indeed stayed in just that kind of trailer housing outside Dallas - it was hot hot hot, no air conditioning, and listless prostitutes surrounding the housing enclave. It was a very strange few days - [livejournal.com profile] catabolism was there - and I honestly couldn't say what the sexual mores were, but the environment rings true.

I didn't even remember it was Ang Lee directing till the credits rolled either. How does a Chinese director get this authentic feel for the 70s in the USA? Here and in The Ice Storm he really nails that all encompassing muddy brownness in house decor and lifestyle. Yet Brokeback Mountain itself, now I think of it, has almost the look of the Chinese fantasy/samurai films we see here, that beauty of crystalline nature. What was this man doing making The Hulk?

I still need a film icon :(
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Before it gets too late.. I saw in 2005 (in no real order, ones I loved starred, ones I saw on planes P)

films list )

28 37 films. In 2004, it was 27. As with last year, too much sf blockbuster, not enough interesting foreign stuff though I do try on the English speaking indy front. I missed Primer, Pride and Prejudice, Bride and Prejudice, Thumbsucker and Nightwatch, all of which I would like to catch at some point, although it doesn't hurt to leave a few films to watch at Xmas :-) (This year the only films I have seen for the first time on TV at Xmas have been mega old - First Knight and Withnail and I. I watched Charlotte Gray again too, which actually stands up well to re-watching despite poor reviews at the time.)

I've raved here about all the starred above before, I think (I may go back and put links in at some point, even) except Sky High. This is a piece of sfx fluff yes, but it's also gloriously high concept and silly - Legion of Substitute Superheroes meets Hogwarts school, as the children of superheroes go to school in the sky and deal with bullies, the school prom, girlfriends, boyfriends, demanding parents and super-villainesses who want to take over the world. Entirely formulaic but enormous fun, and my unexpected hit of the year. (And some actor whose name I can't recall does the best proto-Heath Ledger totty bad boy turn since, well, Heath Ledger in 10 Things I Hate About You. Phhwoarr!) Festival almost got a star - it's a wee gem for anyone who knows the Edinburgh Festival with the indomitable Daniella Nardini and I laughed and grimaced in recognition like a drain - but I don't know what it would be like for people who aren't regular Festival-goers..

Absolute suckfests - 9 Songs - just rent porn, already!. Sideways - not nearly as funny as the critics all said it was, espcially not the second time. (Sorry [livejournal.com profile] bohemiancoast!) Fantastic Four - I fell asleep before the end, though admittedly, I was on a plane! HHGTG - so pointlessly otiose I actually forgot I'd seen it even though Andy talked of little else for months before..

And best film? Tough. It may be the nearside recognition effect talking, but I think I'd still on the whole go for Kiss Kiss Bang Bang with Life Acquatic a near second.

Anyone want to make me a film icon..??
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Probably no spoilers.. (hmm.. well.. is it actually possible to have spoilers for Narnia anyway? Come on! Although it did turn out that Va age 15 had no idea it was a Christian allegory..)

The problem with the film of Narnia, is not that the film makers didn't make as good a fist at it as they could ; but that you simply can't make a film of Narnia in the naturalistic tradition, which is in any way faithful to the book, *and* which will appeal to the same adult audience that bought so profitably into LOTR. Lucy is far better cast than I dreaded from the trailers, Aslan's mane is rich and CGI perfect, and I genuinely wanted to bury my face in it (although that could be because he looks slightly like a giant version of my cat Java - "aw kitty!" I muttered on his first appearance.) . And Tilda Swinton is as good as anyone could ever desire as the Boadicea version of the White Witch (two handed sword play! John Woo eat your heart out!) No, the casting, acting, sets and SFX are largely fine. Even the children's E C Nesbit British upper crust accents and demeanour are, of course, absolutely justifiable, and narrowly but successfully avoid sounding like the Famous Five in the Comic Strip Presents... But..

The L, the W and the W is fundamentally a children's book encompassing an allegorised version for children of a mythic tale for adults: the death and resurrection of Christ. As it is an allegory for children, its heroes are children. LOTR on the other hand gives us a mythic tale for adults (albeit child-like adults) whose heroes are adults. As such we can engage reasonably, both emotionally and intellectally, with the passions, the fighting and the romance (such as it is) of LOTR when filmed on the big screen, becaue it looks sensible: we expect adults to be able to perform such acts of derring do and we can thrill to their nobility.

alright some spoilers, though I heartily disagree that anyone can be spoilt here. )
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Not what you might think from that title..

At the fag end of what has been on the whole a pretty bloody awful year, I'm pleased to say that Kiss Kiss Bang Bang is certainly the best written film I've seen all year, and probably the best of the year full stop. It makes me really really want to go back to the scriptwriting thing, and use words like "self reflexive", "autopoietic", "postmodern" and "fucks Tarantino sideways" . I'm not even going to attempt to mention the plot - it's one of those films that you feel like if you went to it 3 times in 2 days you might work out if it actually makes sense , but that doesn't actually matter - but you'd never know it was this good from the trailer, and it's practically at the end of its run, so GO GO GO NOW that's what I'm saying. And Robert Downey Jr plays Robert Downey Jr, as ever, but there's no bad in that, ever, and, my god, isn't Val Kilmer ugly now? (Nor that he ever was very cute.)

And the best line, which my audience actually clapped at, was "Oh thank god I thought it might be some kind of gay thing." But you'll have to go to know why that is so good. (oh and the dog.. NOOOO...)

This really is a really really good film - are you getting that idea?
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.. contrary to all the bad press, is a lovely film. It has the warmth and texture of a home made wedding video about a family that actually likes itself. The scene where Susan Sarandon dances tap at her husband's memorial should be gruesome and yet is in fact perfect (with odd, dark shades of Cabaret). And the soundtrack of course , rocks. Dunst is radiant, as ever, and Orlando actually acts as well as looks cute, for , I think, the first time on record. After a slow start, I was transported. Go.
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as David Bowie once opined ... except it is.

Walking down to the Cameo, I just kept running into adults dressed in fancy dress. Does anyone else remember when we Brits reluctantly let our kids enjoy the odd sparkler on Guy Fawkes Night, which was SIX DAYS LATER than all this stuff - when it was guising not trick-or-treat, ducking for apples not worrying about razor blades in "candy", and when adults had absolutely nothing to do with Halloween except, slowly but surely, watching Roseanne and then Simpsons Halloween specials on TV? Am I 125??

Globalisation has a lot to answer for !-)

In spirit with the holiday, however, I went to see Tim Burton's Corpse Bride (as did everyone else in Edinburgh it appeared) and it is indeed GREAT and very pretty, but really, I'm not sure there's much else to say, except, did you notice Danny Elfman has a speaking part, aww!, and I wonder what Tim and Helena's kids will look like? Probably they'll dress like OU physics lecturers, anything not to look like goths!!!
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Film catch up weekend!! (Too wet for walks, too fat for shopping! :(

Spoilers I guess, for AHOV, Sky High, Nightwatch, yawn yawn )

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