Yesterday's Post
Mar. 16th, 2022 07:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smokingbootAntagonistic dreams for sure, a churning liturgy of self doubt, failure, anger, all poured out to me via JJ's mouth and ending in a strange melange of witchcraft and violence. The only reason it is worth noting at all is because I could hear 'Dirty Old Town,' the song I remember Dad practising on his guitar. It followed me as I woke and I felt he was close by. I watched the sunrise. This is the one issue really with living here, my sunrises and sunsets are all slightly hemmed in by the houses around us.
My fears are like everyone's I guess, my frustrations are my own. Work must close in now, and it is hard for various reasons. But never mind those. The sunrise was beautiful, there's birdsong outside.
The weekend was given sparkle by a conversation with Mallory's Camera! Roll on Summer, looks to be classic! This heartened me, because most of the weekend was spent getting over Friday night at Purslane, a remarkably unforgiving evening given its civilised nature.
Saturday saw me so delicate I couldn't even watch the study in damp version of Pride & Prejudice with Keira Knightley wobbling her lower jaw like a hungry piranha and Matthew McFadyen's forehead shining in my eyes. At the point when I watched Mrs Bennet appreciatively eye up the testicles of a pig being driven through the house (why? Is it going shooting with Mr Bennet?) I gave up and turned over to Bridesmaids. I like Bridesmaids but have seen it something like five times, so I tried Old , that M. Night.Shyamalan thing. Oh god.
No-one strikes gold every time, I guess, but this was bad. I am trying to work out whether this is an OK idea badly executed, or just a bad idea. A beach that ages you, well I think we've all been on one of those. Indeed, if I was going to make a film based on this premise, I'd probably stick to Magaluf. Ah, but something else is happening here too, and this is where I can almost smell the failure. One strangeness on top of another strangeness needs to be approached with care. This beach's power doesn't stop at ageing tourists, it's also impossible to leave, which poses a conundrum regarding those behind all this. If they were never on it, how could they discover its power, and if they were on it, how did they get away?
I won't be getting that couple of hours back again.
Batman on Sunday night was...OK. Pattinson can act for sure, and yes, the paint streaked smeared up young goth thing does work, the transition between vengeance for kicks and some kind of rescuer not badly done. Excellent Penguin, Catwoman just being lithe and gorgeous, not convinced about the main villain. But of course the film is way too long and does that awful multiple endings thing that Peter Jackson killed stone dead in Return of the King. End a film while it's good, just end it. End it on a high or a question mark or a kiss, but end it. Don't turn Gotham or Middle Earth or anywhere into that damned beach. End it.
My fears are like everyone's I guess, my frustrations are my own. Work must close in now, and it is hard for various reasons. But never mind those. The sunrise was beautiful, there's birdsong outside.
The weekend was given sparkle by a conversation with Mallory's Camera! Roll on Summer, looks to be classic! This heartened me, because most of the weekend was spent getting over Friday night at Purslane, a remarkably unforgiving evening given its civilised nature.
Saturday saw me so delicate I couldn't even watch the study in damp version of Pride & Prejudice with Keira Knightley wobbling her lower jaw like a hungry piranha and Matthew McFadyen's forehead shining in my eyes. At the point when I watched Mrs Bennet appreciatively eye up the testicles of a pig being driven through the house (why? Is it going shooting with Mr Bennet?) I gave up and turned over to Bridesmaids. I like Bridesmaids but have seen it something like five times, so I tried Old , that M. Night.Shyamalan thing. Oh god.
No-one strikes gold every time, I guess, but this was bad. I am trying to work out whether this is an OK idea badly executed, or just a bad idea. A beach that ages you, well I think we've all been on one of those. Indeed, if I was going to make a film based on this premise, I'd probably stick to Magaluf. Ah, but something else is happening here too, and this is where I can almost smell the failure. One strangeness on top of another strangeness needs to be approached with care. This beach's power doesn't stop at ageing tourists, it's also impossible to leave, which poses a conundrum regarding those behind all this. If they were never on it, how could they discover its power, and if they were on it, how did they get away?
I won't be getting that couple of hours back again.
Batman on Sunday night was...OK. Pattinson can act for sure, and yes, the paint streaked smeared up young goth thing does work, the transition between vengeance for kicks and some kind of rescuer not badly done. Excellent Penguin, Catwoman just being lithe and gorgeous, not convinced about the main villain. But of course the film is way too long and does that awful multiple endings thing that Peter Jackson killed stone dead in Return of the King. End a film while it's good, just end it. End it on a high or a question mark or a kiss, but end it. Don't turn Gotham or Middle Earth or anywhere into that damned beach. End it.
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Date: 2022-03-16 12:25 pm (UTC)I rather think Batman is the 21st century equivalent of Hamlet for actors. 😀
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Date: 2022-03-23 03:05 pm (UTC)And you are so right about Batman :-)