What’s that you say? You’ve been looking for a film site that actually discusses plots and characters and motives and reasons behind certain events and behind-the-scenes type stuff and debates opinions on movies in a mature & lighthearted way, without invoking Godard and Bunuel and DW Griffith, etc. too often (if at all)?
Well then I’m sure you’ve already come across TheFilmTalk.com, but if not here it is with my blessing and recommendation.
Podcasts ahoy. Jett Loe and Gareth Higgins are very listen-to-able. They don’t always get it right in my opinion (for instance they both seem to like Slumdog Millionaire, although I’m fairly sure at least one of them will come to his senses after the dizzying effects of the whilwind editing wears off), but in their favour they both know Ron Howard makes bland crowd-pleasing, childish movies at best -and is best ignored if at all possible.
Stanley Kubrick once said
“The essence of dramatic form is to let an idea come over people without it being plainly stated. When you say something directly, it’s simply not as potent as it is when you allow people to discover it for themselves.”
The saddest moment in Schindler’s List (for me) is when people are being herded onto a train and told to leave their luggage -It’ll be sent on later. Then we see the luggage in a big heap being rifled-through/ burnt. That scene had me in tears -or as good as.
So is this the mark of a masterpiece? Something that can make a grown man cry? Onions do that to me all the time, but I still don’t stop chopping them to pieces and nobody thinks any less of me for doing so.
For me, Schindler’s List is like Barney.
Continue reading Schindler’s List -Barney in longpants
Ok, I admit it -I read the book and this film has little resemblence to it, but I’m really not one of those people who go around complaining that the movie is not as good as the book. I knew going in that it was different to “Q and A“. That didn’t bother me. I was looking forward to seeing the story being fixed in fact. The book had its faults, but really the only problems were to do with the “last act”. Besides the ending, the book was great. If they had filmed the book and fixed the ending it would have been a slower film, but it would have had class and it would have been brilliant. They could have introduced some alternative plotlines to speed it up somewhat, which wouldn’t have changed the tone, if they really felt they needed to. They didn’t.
Continue reading Slumdog Millionaire -cynical dreck
Fluffy clouds and fuzzy bunnies joined me in song and merriment as I led the parade through thronged ticker-taped streets, when all at once I was violently awakened by little satnav shouting “Daddy wake up! Today is the day you’re getting your tooth out!”
I had forgotten about it. Young Lucy’s feminine senses in date-management have thankfully (or not as the case may be) kicked into full swing. Last Wednesday she told me “this time next week you’ll be having your tooth out.” I had forgotten then too.
Continue reading The Hole Tooth
There are a few untouchable givens in the world of film
1. Schindler’s List is a masterpiece (which I disagree with too, but that’s not the point I’m coming to so let’s not go there just now).
2. You can’t criticise dire movies by the likes of Michael (“Armageddon”) Bay and Roland (“Independence Day” -which was actually quite good for the first hour or so) Emmerich because you are told “it’s just a piece of bubblegum -not meant to be taken seriously -leave the brain at the door”. My point on that is, how can anyone say whether they’re any good if their brains had been checked-in at the desk like shoes at a bowling alley?
3. Ridley Scott is a great director.
It’s number three I’d like to address here.
Continue reading Ridley Scott -one man’s opinion
I was listening to some music the other day when my daughter, Lucy, came in. “Who’s that?” she enquired. I told her it was Neil Young.
“Neil Young?” she asked dramatically with mock surprise, “I thought it was Neil Old.”
Continue reading Random Lucies
My daughter seems to have recently forged a kind of radar/ buffer/ flag-pole/ barometer/ warning salvo-maker role for herself.
A few days ago, as I dropped the kids to school (playschool in the boy’s case), she informed me “you might be bringing us to mommy’s workplace after school.”
“I might?” I enquired. “Nobody said anything to me about it.”
“Yes, mommy said so”.
Continue reading Klingons on the starboard bow
I was shopping again. I know, I know. I won’t keep going on about supermarkets, but let me relay this quickie…
I buy most of the shopping in this house -for 2 adults and 2 children. As I was finishing up, I passed by the drinks area and noticed some Polish beer I had bought previously. Knowing I had one bottle of same already at home I thought I might as well buy another. As Noah himself used to say, “Pair the beers”.
(Yes, I’m not sad enough to buy beer one bottle at a time thankyouverymuch. I do already have other types of beer in the house -not a vast selection or anything, but probably enough for a person or two to last a night if need be, if they didn’t mind mixing & matching & possibly swigging a can or two out of date towards the end of the evening. But this was a kind of ‘specialty beer’ and I only wanted one more).
Continue reading Shoulda Coulda Woulda
The day began much like any other. Plans were afoot to make a video for The Eurovision Song Contest. My friend, John Poland, was calling round, along with another few friends (and their children) and together we were planning and preparing to shoot the video in a recently-cleared room in our house (as one does).
Continue reading A Day To Remember
Especially now in this time of doom & gloom I do find myself questioning almost every purchase, even though in real terms, my own (already paltry) finances haven’t really changed in the last while.
Then today I discovered that there’s an “ABSOLUTE” version of the great graphic novel, Watchmen (yes, I now know it has been around for a while and you’re so much better than me for knowing it, happy?). This is a hardback ‘kingsize’ fancy release of the book, together with extras such as notes between the writer and artist as well as “lots lots more” -see!
Now look at that price. £56.49 (at time of writing). What makes it even worse is that you can only purchase in euros from play.com if it’s not going to the UK and the euro price for this is 73.49euros (at time of writing -remember sterling is almost 1:1 with the euro)… and I already own the book itself.
So I gritted my teeth and resolved not to bend.
Continue reading Quis custodiet ipsos custodes