The downside to being addicted to both Steam sales and game modding is that I have oodles of games in my library that I’ve never even played once. Feeling that familiar pang of guilt, I finally fired up Deus Ex: Human Revolution today. Continue reading
“I thought it was crap. The acting was dire and the story was stupid. It reminded me of an average episode of the Power Rangers. I could predict all the jokes before they told them, and not in an “oh, cool, he’s going to say that” way, but in a here-we-go way, and it just wasn’t funny. The bit with the Hulk and Loki was the only point where I cracked a smile. Samuel L Jackson sounded like he turned up, said, “I’ll say the lines but I’m only going to do them once” and Robert Downey Jr just phoned it in. It reminded me of Transformers – I just did not care what happened to anyone. Too many explosions and too much CGI. I was just really bored.”
I’m staring at Him Indoors. Did we just watch the same film?
Because my first thoughts were … Oh, OK. I’ll be honest here: my first thoughts were, “OK, Tom Hiddleston? I wouldn’t kick him out of bed.” This was important because if there was only one thing I knew about The Avengers (AKA Avengers Assemble), it was that every girl on Planet Earth (and, presumably, Asgard if they have Tumblr there) is very loudly and passionately in love with Tom Hiddleston. I wouldn’t go that far, but he’s not completely hideous.
My next thought after that thought was that I just watched a really good film. You already know this. It’s the third highest grossing film of all time with a 92% rating on Rotten Tomatoes. It’s not the most amazing film I’ve ever seen, but I’d rank it comfortably between the Iron Man films and the first two X-Men. I told Him Indoors four-out-of-five, which concurs with its review average of 8/10. (You’ll notice this about me: when I disagree with the critics, they’re all wrong, but when they agree with me, they’re just stating the obvious.) It just does everything right – exhilarating action scenes, witty banter and a plot that doesn’t ramble. Continue reading
Yes, that David Lynch. Yes, that Ultraísta. The song is Strange Formula.
Some people have been describing this as “industrial” – I don’t see it myself, but would liken it more to the harder-edged indie stuff from the 90s. The good stuff, I mean. It has that sort of ostinato, driving rhythms, heavy distortion quality to it. It’s dissonant but not unpleasant. I suppose Curve would be your reference point, or even Can – the repetitiveness is quite krautrockish. Continue reading
This 1973 Turkish film has one of the funniest, silliest death scenes ever. Someone hand the guy an Oscar!
From 1990’s The Good Son, this was the first song I heard by Nick Cave and my enduring favourite. No. Wait. Foi Na Cruz was the first Bad Seeds song I heard, but this was the first I didn’t think was crap. The Ship Song was another single, but I don’t even remember how that one goes. This was the one that had me humming right away – so immediate, so accessible, so belt it out on the way home from the pub. Continue reading
I once told my husband that if he ever strayed I’d kill him and I’d do the time. Regardless of whether I’d carry out that threat, I wouldn’t accept the situation “with a mixture of magnaminity, bitterness, and compassion”, as Stravinsky’s wife is said to have borne his affairs. I just couldn’t imagine being so passive – or occasionally passive-aggressive – as the composer’s put-upon spouse. Then again, I can’t really understand the other characters in this film, either. Stravinsky (Mads Mikkelsen) is a self-absorbed narcissistic jerk and Chanel (Anna Mouglalis) is a preening, predatory egomaniac.
Based on the 2002 novel Coco & Igor detailing the alleged affair between the designer and the composer, the film begins in 1913 Paris, with the legendary opening of Rite of Spring. Famously, the unorthodox choreography and abrasive music (it basically set the blueprint for metal) upset those expecting Swan Lake and the show turned into something of a riot.
I’ve been quite mean to Buke & Gase in the past, loudly demanding that they should “try harder” in the wake of their last album, Riposte, one of the best of that year.
I doubt that they heard me – or heard of me – but, regardless, they’ve acted. Riposte was so frustratingly close to true brilliance. It embarrassed most other efforts, sure, but there wasn’t the diversity of songwriting that I was looking for. Taken individually, songs were near flawless, but just blended together on the album. Continue reading
I wasted too much time this evening playing Bubble Shoot – a free download app for Android phones – so I figured I should write about my addiction. So I googled it to find out more, but wound up on some online site that had a flash version and played that for 45 minutes instead. Dammit! Continue reading
Did you know that Peter Jackson’s new Hobbit film is the first of a trilogy? I didn’t. The news gives me mixed feelings. Continue reading
Left it a bit late, again, to blog, so I’ll keep it brief. A few days back I considered Henry Rollins’ rantings regarding his attitudes to women, and how sometimes he could be a bit childish and inappropriate in what he said. This isn’t one of those occasions. My friend Summer just linked to Henry Rollins’ Letter to a Young American Redux, from BigThink.com, which is definitely inspiring.