‘The Longest Week’

By Sunday, August 31, 2014 1 Permalink

If only someone would have said that a penchant for Bach was the hallmark of a maladjusted, commitment averse fantasist I would have perhaps adjusted my classical music playlists all these years. Michael Fassbender's character in Shame, Hannibal Lector in Silence of the Lambs and though rather more caddish than wicked, now Conrad Valmont  in 'The Longest Week'. After what seems to be a flurry of posts about death I thought some cinema might be a nice change. As I have watched a lot of excellent films lately it seems ironic that this review is for a fairly unremarkable one. But it is perhaps easier to write a playful review for a whimsical film than to dissect the deep and powerful ones. Nonetheless 'The Longest Week' kept my interest mainly due to the interesting script. Engaging banter is as rare in real life these days as it is in the movies. I am ...

‘The Meaning of Monty Python’

(warning-  this post features gratuitous Python references) Last night I was lucky enough to be at the O2 Arena to watch the Monty Python Reunion show and once the pain in my face had subsided from smiling and giggling, it has left me with a deep sense of satisfaction and happiness. Also, a huge sense of relief, as although I'd been eagerly anticipating the show, I was concerned that maybe trying to recapture something of the past would end awkwardly and they may somehow tarnish their reputation. It most definitely did not and if anything it reinforces the idea that nostalgia is not misty eyed longing for the past because it was better, it is bringing the best of what you loved into the present moment and relishing in that simple joy. Especially if that was childlike mischief. I'm not one prone to nostalgia, hyperbole or fangirl behaviour so my praise is entirely ...

‘It’d be awful if the world exploded, it’s so wonderfully splendid’

Is any situation not perfected by a Tove Jansson quote? The post holiday blues kicked in some time ago and memories of my trip in February to Iceland faded quicker than the unexpected Nordic tan I picked up. I thought I would share a few thoughts on my adventure and coincidentally my renewed love of all things Scandinavian, and how all this fits in with my perceptions right now. My trip to Iceland was not some random spoilt whim I woke up with one day. It was of great sentimental value because ever since I was a child I had told my parents I would live in Scandinavia. A deep interest in Moomin, Jostein Gaarder and Astrid Lindgren novels maybe, but they do say that your core belief system is shaped most as a young child so I think these things must have influenced me. After watching a documentary on Iceland, Mama said she would ...

‘Are there any hell raising rascals left?’

By Sunday, December 15, 2013 0 Permalink

As a child I was forced to watch one of Papa's favourite films, 'Lawrence of Arabia' at least a dozen times. I can't say I ever truly enjoyed the experience, and while many of his choices have ended up in my top twenty favourites, this one is not in there. However, Peter O' Toole, who sadly passed away today, did leave a lasting impression upon me as a distinguished, handsome and brilliant actor. He also is very much tied up with my childhood and how I think of Papa so his passing is especially poignant for me. As an actor, O'Toole's presence, like several of his generation, had a very distinct and authoritative feel. While 'Lawrence of Arabia' may have left me cold, I can still think of how he looked and acted without having to look through any video clips. The role he played which really makes it poignant and forces me to reminisce is ...