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Nov. 24th, 2007 12:56 amWow when did I last have a day with so much going on? Even after the post Chinese visa debacle gingerbread latte (see back!), that still left buying multiple purple tops on Oxford Street, goggling at the massive Top Shop (almost enough to make me a fashionista wannabe), getting a manicure with sparkly purple nail varnish (though damnit, they made me move too soon so some bits have come off :( ), then I met up with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fjm for dinner at Strada (a minor miracle in itself - it resembled a stop on some Japanese tour itinerary when I got there, choked with anxious table-awaiters, but remarkably they did produce a table within the 10-15 minutes quoted) where I had a delicious lobster risotto and a gorgeous panforte bread and butter pud and we shared GOSSIP oh and my and you don't say. Best goss for some time :))
Then on to the creme brulee of the evening, ie Beofulf 3D at the IMAX. Which was unintentionally hilarious to start with : first an announcer who sounded conservatively about 12 years old told us with great excitement how wonderful the IMAX was, where the toilets were, to remove high heels in the event of turbulence, where the emergency exits were, etc. Honest it really was like that :) Then we got the first 5 mins of 3D trailers and the audience, good natured on a Friday night, clapped and oohed and then.. nothing! Midflight across the Atlantic it looked we were to be returned to base! The 12 year old offered refunds.
"But I came specially from Southampton!" I wailed to the not ungood looking guy next to me who turned out to have worked in Soton for a month. We agreed that was long enough to know what a shithole it was:) "I don't want a refund! I want their FIRSTBORN!!"
Meanwhile the 12 year old informed us that virgins were being sacrificed, a sprocket had fallen off the grommet in the IMAX and a man who knew someone had been dispatched to a pub near Leytonstone to get a replacement. By now Farah and I were on to Even More Gossip (probably to the great interest of Ex Soton Lad) so the arrival of The Big Film was almost a disappointment. But here we were at last, 70s Joe 90 goggles to the ready!
And, well, it was pretty good, except I don't really like heroic fantasy, and I wanted to giggle every time an announcement was made concerning the family of Geeks or the arrival of Outfangthief or the sword of Umfalumpa. Oh and Grendel was awfy like Golem. Yes I know and all you anglo saxon Celticy pagan types will be defriending me as I type, but I was brought up on the 1066 And All That version of history and this sounded awfully similar.. Farah tells me that the legend itself isn't nearly so Freudian, but all that stuff was fine with me (all women are BAD we all know that :) , except that if so, that means that rather than the legend disclosing universal psychological truths, Gaiman and Co have written those universal etcs in after the fact. Which seems somehow somewhere between unimaginative and not quite fair..
But what you really want to know is, let's face it, how was the 3D, to which I can very much say BIG FUCKING DRAGON ROCKED MY WORLD, YES! although also 3D SPITTLE UGH. Mankind cannot stand too much reality. I think we were also a bit unlucky in being only two rows from the front which meant I kept shoogling the 3d glasses throughout to get everything in focus at once and I had a sort of overwhelming desire to grab a mouse and MOVE EVERYONE BACK A BIT from time to time - rather as I had when spending a lot of the time earlier in the week in Second Life. But after a bit they really should know how to use their new toy with more discretion and I am definitely up for more full length 3D films , especially if full male nudity by Sean Bean lookalikes is to be compulsory. (I mean OMG - could we BE more cod symbolical than masking an, er, manhood with a bloody great big sword??))
And what I want to know now is, why, why oh why aren't they shooting Dragonriders of Pern in 3d right now? hey it even has strong female characters and like plot and everything. And well not QUITE such silly names..
Also why Alison and Steven's printer DOES THINGS when they aren't even here. Scarey.. (And where they hide the hair-drier. But I doubt even LJ's collective wisdom knows that.)
fjm for dinner at Strada (a minor miracle in itself - it resembled a stop on some Japanese tour itinerary when I got there, choked with anxious table-awaiters, but remarkably they did produce a table within the 10-15 minutes quoted) where I had a delicious lobster risotto and a gorgeous panforte bread and butter pud and we shared GOSSIP oh and my and you don't say. Best goss for some time :))Then on to the creme brulee of the evening, ie Beofulf 3D at the IMAX. Which was unintentionally hilarious to start with : first an announcer who sounded conservatively about 12 years old told us with great excitement how wonderful the IMAX was, where the toilets were, to remove high heels in the event of turbulence, where the emergency exits were, etc. Honest it really was like that :) Then we got the first 5 mins of 3D trailers and the audience, good natured on a Friday night, clapped and oohed and then.. nothing! Midflight across the Atlantic it looked we were to be returned to base! The 12 year old offered refunds.
"But I came specially from Southampton!" I wailed to the not ungood looking guy next to me who turned out to have worked in Soton for a month. We agreed that was long enough to know what a shithole it was:) "I don't want a refund! I want their FIRSTBORN!!"
Meanwhile the 12 year old informed us that virgins were being sacrificed, a sprocket had fallen off the grommet in the IMAX and a man who knew someone had been dispatched to a pub near Leytonstone to get a replacement. By now Farah and I were on to Even More Gossip (probably to the great interest of Ex Soton Lad) so the arrival of The Big Film was almost a disappointment. But here we were at last, 70s Joe 90 goggles to the ready!
And, well, it was pretty good, except I don't really like heroic fantasy, and I wanted to giggle every time an announcement was made concerning the family of Geeks or the arrival of Outfangthief or the sword of Umfalumpa. Oh and Grendel was awfy like Golem. Yes I know and all you anglo saxon Celticy pagan types will be defriending me as I type, but I was brought up on the 1066 And All That version of history and this sounded awfully similar.. Farah tells me that the legend itself isn't nearly so Freudian, but all that stuff was fine with me (all women are BAD we all know that :) , except that if so, that means that rather than the legend disclosing universal psychological truths, Gaiman and Co have written those universal etcs in after the fact. Which seems somehow somewhere between unimaginative and not quite fair..
But what you really want to know is, let's face it, how was the 3D, to which I can very much say BIG FUCKING DRAGON ROCKED MY WORLD, YES! although also 3D SPITTLE UGH. Mankind cannot stand too much reality. I think we were also a bit unlucky in being only two rows from the front which meant I kept shoogling the 3d glasses throughout to get everything in focus at once and I had a sort of overwhelming desire to grab a mouse and MOVE EVERYONE BACK A BIT from time to time - rather as I had when spending a lot of the time earlier in the week in Second Life. But after a bit they really should know how to use their new toy with more discretion and I am definitely up for more full length 3D films , especially if full male nudity by Sean Bean lookalikes is to be compulsory. (I mean OMG - could we BE more cod symbolical than masking an, er, manhood with a bloody great big sword??))
And what I want to know now is, why, why oh why aren't they shooting Dragonriders of Pern in 3d right now? hey it even has strong female characters and like plot and everything. And well not QUITE such silly names..
Also why Alison and Steven's printer DOES THINGS when they aren't even here. Scarey.. (And where they hide the hair-drier. But I doubt even LJ's collective wisdom knows that.)
