I am incredibly proud of myself right now, I should set myself more day long challenges.
Today, when I was getting up, I was reflecting on various things, one of which was the length of a musical. So, due to this reflection, I decided to set myself a challenge: to listen to the whole of The Phantom of the Opera, the whole of Love Never Dies and the whole of Les Miserables, prologues and all, without skipping through a single song.
I think the challenge was started at about half past ten, maybe as late a half past eleven, and it finished not that long ago. I sat down, content with a brain numbing Sims 2 game and my headphones glued to my ears, one of which started to feel the strain about an hour or two ago. I listened to every single song from all three of those musicals with very little distraction, which is quite impressive: those are some long musicals. It actually got to the point where I missed the start of The Karate Kid because I was on the second last song of Les Miserables and I was not going to give up there.
Anyway, I think that it would be fun to do this again. I'm sure I could find another challenge that takes up most of the day. Next time I could try all three extended versions of The Lord of the Rings in one day! Yeah, right. One of those films would take up a day, never mind all three. And the tears... the house would be flooded by the end of that haul. Well, I'm sure I can find something else.
Thursday, 2 December 2010
Wednesday, 1 December 2010
Attraction, follow up
Flawless vocals, fabulous hair, a wonderful smile and the ability to look awesome in a mask: Ramin Karimloo has all of these things going for him. He also looks fab in a suit, he looks fab as a French revolutionary student and he is very cute when he's embarrased, it's rude. It doesn't help that he is about 6 feet tall too, sickening. He is a person who is attractive and I can tell you why.
He is not, however, the only person who is attractive because of their singing ability. Take Michael Ball for example. His voice combined with the fact that he was gorgeous 15 years ago (I'm of course not saying that he isn't gorgeous now, just not quite so much) made him very attractive. Michael Ball as Marius, be still my heart.
Alfie Boe as well, wow. I thought when I saw him as Jean Valjean in the 25th Anniversary Concert of Les Miserables, that he couldn't be as good as Colm Wilkinson but when he opened his mouth, my jaw dropped and I fell in love. Alfie Boe sang with Colm Wilkinson and John Owen-Jones, and someone else, but they are not of note (no offense), during the finale and boy, was he good.
Speaking of Les Mis and attractiveness, I was in heaven when a couple of the cast members performed with the original cast members to sing 'One Day More': Ramin Karimloo, Michael Ball and Alfie Boe in the same place, hallelujah!
He is not, however, the only person who is attractive because of their singing ability. Take Michael Ball for example. His voice combined with the fact that he was gorgeous 15 years ago (I'm of course not saying that he isn't gorgeous now, just not quite so much) made him very attractive. Michael Ball as Marius, be still my heart.
Alfie Boe as well, wow. I thought when I saw him as Jean Valjean in the 25th Anniversary Concert of Les Miserables, that he couldn't be as good as Colm Wilkinson but when he opened his mouth, my jaw dropped and I fell in love. Alfie Boe sang with Colm Wilkinson and John Owen-Jones, and someone else, but they are not of note (no offense), during the finale and boy, was he good.
Speaking of Les Mis and attractiveness, I was in heaven when a couple of the cast members performed with the original cast members to sing 'One Day More': Ramin Karimloo, Michael Ball and Alfie Boe in the same place, hallelujah!
It's a little slice of heaven by the sea!
I havent written anything here in a while because my laptop died and was impossible to ressurect. Well, I got a new one but needless to say, I was a bit resentful of new laptops because I thought the whole widescreen thing was ugly and none of them had little volume wheels on the side (I'm sure that's probably not the technical term) and the screen was the wrong size, I actually said that I thought they looked "like someone had sat on them and squished them". However, I really did need one, for homework and the like so I got one as a (bit of an early) birthday present. I really like it, especially the whole Windows 7 thing where you can put little post it notes on your screen, mine is already covered with my casting notes for Les Miserables (I cannot for the life of me find a Marius).
So, current obsession? Musical theatre! More specifically Love Never Dies: the new Andrew Lloyd Webber musical. It is just simply brilliant!
I always wanted to know what happened to the Phantom after Christine left with Raoul. To be perfectly honest, I actually prefered Raoul in The Phantom of The Opera to the Phantom himself, but that has all changed.
Okay, so all of this will be complete gibberish to people who don't know the story of The Phantom of The Opera. Well, here's a little summary. Spoilers. "Christine Daae was brought up in the Paris Opera house when her famous musician father suddenly dies, telling her he will send her and angel of music to look after her. She grows up and discovers that she is hearing a voice, telling her and teaching her to sing. She believes he is the angel of music but infact he is a disfigured genius, The phantom. He falls in love with her whilst. Although she is fasinated and drawn towards the phantom, she falls in love with her childhood sweetheart, The vicomte de changy- or Raoul. The phantom gets madly jealous, kidknapps Christine, and threatens to kill Raoul. She, to save Raoul, agrees to marry the phantom and kisses him. He then realizes what he's done and then makes Christine go with Raoul, disappearing forever." I didn't write that because I couldn't work out how to so I apologise for all the errors in the summary.
SPOILERS!!
So now that you know the basic story I can tell you the basic story of Love Never Dies, trying not to give too much away. It's set ten years after the end of The Phantom of The Opera and apparently, Madame Giry, who acted as Christine's mother in the Paris Opera House, and her daughter Meg, Christine's best friend from Paris, smuggled the Phantom out of France and to America, Coney Island specifically. The Phantom joined a freak show, bought the freak show and then became the head honcho on Coney Island as the mysterious Mr Y. He manages to lure Christine to America to sing and she takes her husband Raoul and her son Gustave with her. Chaos, alcoholism, paternity issues and ultimately death ensue at the Phantom's mysterious Phantasma.
I sat a couple of weeks ago listening to the entire musical on my iPod for about 3 and a half hours the whole way through, but it was definitely worth it, I loved it. I read reviews on the BBC website at school one day when I was supposed to be finding out opinions on genetic engineering (shhh, you didn't read that) and there were a lot of mixed reviews on it. I personally would love to see it live, despite the opinions of it being "stodgy"etc. The worst review was without a doubt the one that said "Love Never Dies, Andrew Lloyd Webber’s sequel to Phantom Of The Opera, is as slow to motor as a lawnmower at spring’s first cut.", it also said "it splutters", and that the Phantom was "here played efficiently but, well, just a little facelessly by Ramin Karimloo". Needless to say it was the Daily Mail website saying all of this and as you may or may not know, my relationship with the Daily Mail has always been a little 'strained'. Let's face it, they're just jealous. I thought that Ramin Karimloo's voice was breathtaking but then again I have thought so since I saw him playing Enjolras in the Les Miserables 25th Anniversary Concert. He doesn't struggle on the high notes and his tuning is completely flawless despite his lack of formal training and his inability to read music. When he opens his mouth the world seems to stop, he is just so good.
There was a review that talked about a show of male bravado in the second act in the form of the song 'Devil Take the Hindmost'. Well, that song happens to be one of my favourites. I love the utter resentment between the Phantom and Raoul and the way they sound so disgusted by each other. Great song.
One of the other great songs would have to be 'Dear Old Friend'. In this song, Christine, Raoul, Madame Giry and Meg are reuinited and it's clear that none of them are particularly pleased to see each other.
I really like 'The Beauty Underneath'. Andrew Lloyd Webber's attempt at a rock song is very effective.
There is also 'Coney Island Waltz' which is very haunting, 'Entr'acte' which incorporates melodies from most of the other songs and allows some relief from the high emotion of the surrounding songs, 'Beneath a Moonless Sky' which could be quite icky if the Phantom wasn't as attractive as he is and of course 'Love Never Dies', the title song, while not as recognisable as 'The Phantom of The Opera' (here performed by Ramin Karimloo) is still a beautiful piece which showcases Andrew Lloyd Webber's songwriting prowess.
'Til I Hear You Sing' is the first song we hear being sung by the Phantom and really introduces the character. It is a very emotional display of the way he feels about Christine and is on the same level as 'Music of The Night'.
So, that's my opinion. A very long, drawn out opinion, but my opinion nonetheless. I really suggest you listen to some of the songs from the musicals, not just the ones I mentioned, you might find your favourite songs elsewhere in the musical.
So, current obsession? Musical theatre! More specifically Love Never Dies: the new Andrew Lloyd Webber musical. It is just simply brilliant!
I always wanted to know what happened to the Phantom after Christine left with Raoul. To be perfectly honest, I actually prefered Raoul in The Phantom of The Opera to the Phantom himself, but that has all changed.
Okay, so all of this will be complete gibberish to people who don't know the story of The Phantom of The Opera. Well, here's a little summary. Spoilers. "Christine Daae was brought up in the Paris Opera house when her famous musician father suddenly dies, telling her he will send her and angel of music to look after her. She grows up and discovers that she is hearing a voice, telling her and teaching her to sing. She believes he is the angel of music but infact he is a disfigured genius, The phantom. He falls in love with her whilst. Although she is fasinated and drawn towards the phantom, she falls in love with her childhood sweetheart, The vicomte de changy- or Raoul. The phantom gets madly jealous, kidknapps Christine, and threatens to kill Raoul. She, to save Raoul, agrees to marry the phantom and kisses him. He then realizes what he's done and then makes Christine go with Raoul, disappearing forever." I didn't write that because I couldn't work out how to so I apologise for all the errors in the summary.
SPOILERS!!
So now that you know the basic story I can tell you the basic story of Love Never Dies, trying not to give too much away. It's set ten years after the end of The Phantom of The Opera and apparently, Madame Giry, who acted as Christine's mother in the Paris Opera House, and her daughter Meg, Christine's best friend from Paris, smuggled the Phantom out of France and to America, Coney Island specifically. The Phantom joined a freak show, bought the freak show and then became the head honcho on Coney Island as the mysterious Mr Y. He manages to lure Christine to America to sing and she takes her husband Raoul and her son Gustave with her. Chaos, alcoholism, paternity issues and ultimately death ensue at the Phantom's mysterious Phantasma.
I sat a couple of weeks ago listening to the entire musical on my iPod for about 3 and a half hours the whole way through, but it was definitely worth it, I loved it. I read reviews on the BBC website at school one day when I was supposed to be finding out opinions on genetic engineering (shhh, you didn't read that) and there were a lot of mixed reviews on it. I personally would love to see it live, despite the opinions of it being "stodgy"etc. The worst review was without a doubt the one that said "Love Never Dies, Andrew Lloyd Webber’s sequel to Phantom Of The Opera, is as slow to motor as a lawnmower at spring’s first cut.", it also said "it splutters", and that the Phantom was "here played efficiently but, well, just a little facelessly by Ramin Karimloo". Needless to say it was the Daily Mail website saying all of this and as you may or may not know, my relationship with the Daily Mail has always been a little 'strained'. Let's face it, they're just jealous. I thought that Ramin Karimloo's voice was breathtaking but then again I have thought so since I saw him playing Enjolras in the Les Miserables 25th Anniversary Concert. He doesn't struggle on the high notes and his tuning is completely flawless despite his lack of formal training and his inability to read music. When he opens his mouth the world seems to stop, he is just so good.
There was a review that talked about a show of male bravado in the second act in the form of the song 'Devil Take the Hindmost'. Well, that song happens to be one of my favourites. I love the utter resentment between the Phantom and Raoul and the way they sound so disgusted by each other. Great song.
One of the other great songs would have to be 'Dear Old Friend'. In this song, Christine, Raoul, Madame Giry and Meg are reuinited and it's clear that none of them are particularly pleased to see each other.
I really like 'The Beauty Underneath'. Andrew Lloyd Webber's attempt at a rock song is very effective.
There is also 'Coney Island Waltz' which is very haunting, 'Entr'acte' which incorporates melodies from most of the other songs and allows some relief from the high emotion of the surrounding songs, 'Beneath a Moonless Sky' which could be quite icky if the Phantom wasn't as attractive as he is and of course 'Love Never Dies', the title song, while not as recognisable as 'The Phantom of The Opera' (here performed by Ramin Karimloo) is still a beautiful piece which showcases Andrew Lloyd Webber's songwriting prowess.
'Til I Hear You Sing' is the first song we hear being sung by the Phantom and really introduces the character. It is a very emotional display of the way he feels about Christine and is on the same level as 'Music of The Night'.
So, that's my opinion. A very long, drawn out opinion, but my opinion nonetheless. I really suggest you listen to some of the songs from the musicals, not just the ones I mentioned, you might find your favourite songs elsewhere in the musical.
Sunday, 10 October 2010
Attraction
What makes someone attractive? Well, beats me. You could ask me if I think someone is attractive but, if so, I couldn't possibly tell you why.
I was sitting with my mum last night looking at pictures of attractive guys, from the classically attractive like Robert Redford, Paul Newman, River Phoenix, Johnny Depp, Brad Pitt, to people like Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki and Mark Ronson. I decided at one point to throw some (for want of a better word) wild card into the equation, so I found pictures of Zachary Quinto, Anton Yelchin and showed her a picture of the fabulous Gideon Graves, aka Jason Schwartzman. The reaction to Anton Yelchin was acceptable, but when I googled Zachary Quinto I discovered that "he doesn't do it for [her]" (by the way, I love those square brackets when quoting; you can make the quote fit what you're saying), and when I showed her the picture of Gideon I said that I was going to show her a picture of someone looking good wearing a suit that isn't technically a suit. She looked at the picture and said that he didn't actually look that good. Well, I wasn't impressed, but it made me think, what does make someone attractive because lets face it, he isn't; he's short (no offense to short people, there is nothing wring with being short, I just have a "weird thing about guys' heights"). There has to be something attractive about him, but I can't think what it is, I mean, he has a tendency to play really nerdy characters, and occasionally somewhat creepy ones (note: Ethan in Slackers *shudder*). So what is it? And Zachary Quinto, other than being 6'1, I can't actually find anything attractive about him. So why do I find him attractive? At least with most people I can find one or two reasons for finding them attractive, but for some of them, I can't.
Oh, and then there's the whole Spock thing. Yes, again, don't ask me why, but for some reason I have a thing for (Zachary Quinto as) Spock. But, Spock, why do I have a thing for Spock? Weird.
Another weird thing, my thing for serial killers. Okay, not real serial killers, but serial killers in films and books. People like Tom Hanniger, Patrick Bateman, Sylar from Heroes (again, Zachary Quinto), and Mickey from Scream 2. Why is it, that when I found out that two of those people were the people killing everyone in their respective films, that I found them so much more attractive. Surely that can't be normal, or healthy.
I was sitting with my mum last night looking at pictures of attractive guys, from the classically attractive like Robert Redford, Paul Newman, River Phoenix, Johnny Depp, Brad Pitt, to people like Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki and Mark Ronson. I decided at one point to throw some (for want of a better word) wild card into the equation, so I found pictures of Zachary Quinto, Anton Yelchin and showed her a picture of the fabulous Gideon Graves, aka Jason Schwartzman. The reaction to Anton Yelchin was acceptable, but when I googled Zachary Quinto I discovered that "he doesn't do it for [her]" (by the way, I love those square brackets when quoting; you can make the quote fit what you're saying), and when I showed her the picture of Gideon I said that I was going to show her a picture of someone looking good wearing a suit that isn't technically a suit. She looked at the picture and said that he didn't actually look that good. Well, I wasn't impressed, but it made me think, what does make someone attractive because lets face it, he isn't; he's short (no offense to short people, there is nothing wring with being short, I just have a "weird thing about guys' heights"). There has to be something attractive about him, but I can't think what it is, I mean, he has a tendency to play really nerdy characters, and occasionally somewhat creepy ones (note: Ethan in Slackers *shudder*). So what is it? And Zachary Quinto, other than being 6'1, I can't actually find anything attractive about him. So why do I find him attractive? At least with most people I can find one or two reasons for finding them attractive, but for some of them, I can't.
Oh, and then there's the whole Spock thing. Yes, again, don't ask me why, but for some reason I have a thing for (Zachary Quinto as) Spock. But, Spock, why do I have a thing for Spock? Weird.
Another weird thing, my thing for serial killers. Okay, not real serial killers, but serial killers in films and books. People like Tom Hanniger, Patrick Bateman, Sylar from Heroes (again, Zachary Quinto), and Mickey from Scream 2. Why is it, that when I found out that two of those people were the people killing everyone in their respective films, that I found them so much more attractive. Surely that can't be normal, or healthy.
Thursday, 7 October 2010
I Just Can't Get You Out Of My Head
Why is it that I can hear a single word and get a completely unrelated song stuck in my head? Okay, I admit that the songs aren't all unrelated, but they sometimes feel like it at the time.
For example: How annoying is it if you are sitting, trying to complete a French reading NAB, and get tons of songs stuck in your head? Answer: quite. To begin with, I was looking for something in the dictionary and saw the word 'peuple', this got the song "A La Volonte Du Peuple" stuck in my head. Fair enough. Then I saw the translation for Prince Charming. As you can probably guess, I got "Prince Charming" by Adam and The Ants stuck in my head. Ther were a couple of others but these were the most annoying. These songs also get stuck in my head if I hear or see the word 'malgré' or if somebody says they are adamant about something, well no prizes for guessing which song that gets stuck in my head.
The other day, I was sitting in English and we were doing some Close Reading. Our teacher was trying to explain to us what a word meant and he told us that it meant, essentially, 'nuclear fall-out'. Well, thanks to my head, I got "American Pie" (do not listen if you are in a rush or busy: the song is about 8 and a half minutes long) by Don McLean stuck in my head. No matter how unrelated that seems, I still got it stuck in my head.
This just keeps happening to me! I hear or see a word and I get a song stuck in my head. No matter what the word is, no matter where I am and no matter what I'm doing. It is especially irritating when you get "Yellow Submarine" stuck in your head while doing an art exam, but this is coming from the person who, in her head might I add, randomly shouted 'alpaca' during a Geography exam.
It can't just be me that does this. Is it? Or do other people get songs stuck in their head for good reasons?
For example: How annoying is it if you are sitting, trying to complete a French reading NAB, and get tons of songs stuck in your head? Answer: quite. To begin with, I was looking for something in the dictionary and saw the word 'peuple', this got the song "A La Volonte Du Peuple" stuck in my head. Fair enough. Then I saw the translation for Prince Charming. As you can probably guess, I got "Prince Charming" by Adam and The Ants stuck in my head. Ther were a couple of others but these were the most annoying. These songs also get stuck in my head if I hear or see the word 'malgré' or if somebody says they are adamant about something, well no prizes for guessing which song that gets stuck in my head.
The other day, I was sitting in English and we were doing some Close Reading. Our teacher was trying to explain to us what a word meant and he told us that it meant, essentially, 'nuclear fall-out'. Well, thanks to my head, I got "American Pie" (do not listen if you are in a rush or busy: the song is about 8 and a half minutes long) by Don McLean stuck in my head. No matter how unrelated that seems, I still got it stuck in my head.
This just keeps happening to me! I hear or see a word and I get a song stuck in my head. No matter what the word is, no matter where I am and no matter what I'm doing. It is especially irritating when you get "Yellow Submarine" stuck in your head while doing an art exam, but this is coming from the person who, in her head might I add, randomly shouted 'alpaca' during a Geography exam.
It can't just be me that does this. Is it? Or do other people get songs stuck in their head for good reasons?
Saturday, 2 October 2010
Angelic
So, there's a song that I seem to be obsessed with right now. Angels on The Moon by Thriving Ivory. It may be because I have a similar range and so can sing along to it. I don't want to be big headed, but I'm rather good at it. It's not just that though, after I hear it I always put Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls on. It may be because of the similar topics, but it seems like the perfect companion.
I seem to be going through a couple of obsessions right now though. I've been sitting watching Supernatural videos all morning and for the last couple of days, I don't seem to be able to get enough of Coconut Records and other related things *wink wink*, namely Ethan's Song from Slackers and various clips from Rushmore and Scott Pilgrim vs The World...
I didn't think I had an addictive personality, but I seem to see or hear something and need to see or hear it again about five thousand times in the next hour, and then every day after that hundreds of times. This would be a bad time to pick up any unfortunate habits.
I seem to be going through a couple of obsessions right now though. I've been sitting watching Supernatural videos all morning and for the last couple of days, I don't seem to be able to get enough of Coconut Records and other related things *wink wink*, namely Ethan's Song from Slackers and various clips from Rushmore and Scott Pilgrim vs The World...
I didn't think I had an addictive personality, but I seem to see or hear something and need to see or hear it again about five thousand times in the next hour, and then every day after that hundreds of times. This would be a bad time to pick up any unfortunate habits.
Saturday, 25 September 2010
CinéMagique!
Yesterday, I watched a couple of new films and I have to say, both had their merits, but both had their pitfalls.
One of the films I watched was "9". It was quite trippy. It was about a group of sack cloth dolls in a post apocalyptic world where all humans had been destroyed by an army of machines, which they created. Heavy morals; the humans created the machines which led to their destruction,they were reckless, and that, even someone with tons of brains can be easily corrupted by evil forces if they lack a soul. Deep stuff. Regardless of being trippy, it was good. I don't want to give away too much about it, but it had a heartbreaking end, I'll say that. It was also terribly scary for a cartoon, but what do you expect from a Tim Burton production?
The other film I watched, slightly less bogged down with morals, was "The Hangover". Meh. It was okay. There was a few funny bits, but I thought it was somewhat reminiscent of "Dude, Where's My Car?" and it wasn't going to live up to that. Overall, it was quite a good film, it exceeded my expectations, I'll give it that, but then again I wasn't expecting much, people find it funny, and other films that people like are rubbish. It was fine, it had been hyped up too much though.
Anyway, I think I am a bit critical sometimes, so don't take my word for these films actually being like I said; my taste in films differs a fair bit from other people's tastes. For example, I hated "Twilight", "The Dark Knight" and both of the Daniel Craig as James Bond films.
One of the films I watched was "9". It was quite trippy. It was about a group of sack cloth dolls in a post apocalyptic world where all humans had been destroyed by an army of machines, which they created. Heavy morals; the humans created the machines which led to their destruction,they were reckless, and that, even someone with tons of brains can be easily corrupted by evil forces if they lack a soul. Deep stuff. Regardless of being trippy, it was good. I don't want to give away too much about it, but it had a heartbreaking end, I'll say that. It was also terribly scary for a cartoon, but what do you expect from a Tim Burton production?
The other film I watched, slightly less bogged down with morals, was "The Hangover". Meh. It was okay. There was a few funny bits, but I thought it was somewhat reminiscent of "Dude, Where's My Car?" and it wasn't going to live up to that. Overall, it was quite a good film, it exceeded my expectations, I'll give it that, but then again I wasn't expecting much, people find it funny, and other films that people like are rubbish. It was fine, it had been hyped up too much though.
Anyway, I think I am a bit critical sometimes, so don't take my word for these films actually being like I said; my taste in films differs a fair bit from other people's tastes. For example, I hated "Twilight", "The Dark Knight" and both of the Daniel Craig as James Bond films.
Friday, 24 September 2010
Born again Optimist?
For someone who is in all honesty, somewhat pessimistic, I quite like the world.
Whether it is the autumn leaves blowing around and crunching under your feet, or the wind whistling through the trees, or even just the clouds moving across the sky above, it's actually quite nice. I was walking home and I just couldn't help but smile, it was just so calm and peaceful. The leaves have started falling from the trees and they were crunching as I walked. The clouds were white and fluffy, except for the heavy dark ones threatening to soak everybody and the wind, despite the chillyness, was nice blowing around me.
I think I'm going soft.
Whether it is the autumn leaves blowing around and crunching under your feet, or the wind whistling through the trees, or even just the clouds moving across the sky above, it's actually quite nice. I was walking home and I just couldn't help but smile, it was just so calm and peaceful. The leaves have started falling from the trees and they were crunching as I walked. The clouds were white and fluffy, except for the heavy dark ones threatening to soak everybody and the wind, despite the chillyness, was nice blowing around me.
I think I'm going soft.
Wednesday, 22 September 2010
What an idiot!
I am simply awful. Honestly, you can't take me anywhere.
Today in RMPS (or PSE, or whatever it was) we were watching the end of "The Mission" (fabulous linkage for 6 degrees of Kevin Bacon), and I got a little teary at the end. It's one of those films you watch and think, 'Oh, this'll be a load of nonsense' and 'I don't want to watch this, it'll be rubbish'. To be honest, I thought both of these things, yet at the end, SPOILERS!, when they all got killed, I started to tear up a little. It may have been the quality of the less than realistic deaths that brought me to tears, but I think not. As well as that, I was sitting a few minutes ago typing out my monologue for English and that got me a little teary too. I really am rubbish. Not to mention being 'inconsolable' after watching "Toy Story 3" at the cinema, and crying at "The Princess and The Frog" and "Up", and 5 out of 7 episodes at the end of Season 2 of "Supernatural". Actually, I seem to cry at everything.
Today in RMPS (or PSE, or whatever it was) we were watching the end of "The Mission" (fabulous linkage for 6 degrees of Kevin Bacon), and I got a little teary at the end. It's one of those films you watch and think, 'Oh, this'll be a load of nonsense' and 'I don't want to watch this, it'll be rubbish'. To be honest, I thought both of these things, yet at the end, SPOILERS!, when they all got killed, I started to tear up a little. It may have been the quality of the less than realistic deaths that brought me to tears, but I think not. As well as that, I was sitting a few minutes ago typing out my monologue for English and that got me a little teary too. I really am rubbish. Not to mention being 'inconsolable' after watching "Toy Story 3" at the cinema, and crying at "The Princess and The Frog" and "Up", and 5 out of 7 episodes at the end of Season 2 of "Supernatural". Actually, I seem to cry at everything.
Monday, 20 September 2010
Quelle Horreur!
This will probably just be a very short post, but I felt it needed to be said.
'My Bloody Valentine' was on yesterday and it got me to thinking. What would it be like to be in a horror film? How would you die, and when? Would you be the one to save the day, or would you be the one to get the chop first? I think it would be really fun to be in a horror film. You would find out more about the human psyche and how people function under very stressful circumstances.
I would love to have a go; I'm sure you'd get a good workout, running away from the killer. Oh, I would absolutely love to act in a proper horror film, a slasher preferably; one with lots of death, lots of gore, and a lot of screaming.
Is it just me? Do you want to be in a horror film? If so, what kind? Slasher, psychological horror, some kind of supernatural horror (e.g. Drag Me to Hell (pretty boring film, by the way)) with ghosts and spirits (e.g. Shutter (that was good) or The Haunting in Conneticut) etc? What do you think?
'My Bloody Valentine' was on yesterday and it got me to thinking. What would it be like to be in a horror film? How would you die, and when? Would you be the one to save the day, or would you be the one to get the chop first? I think it would be really fun to be in a horror film. You would find out more about the human psyche and how people function under very stressful circumstances.
I would love to have a go; I'm sure you'd get a good workout, running away from the killer. Oh, I would absolutely love to act in a proper horror film, a slasher preferably; one with lots of death, lots of gore, and a lot of screaming.
Is it just me? Do you want to be in a horror film? If so, what kind? Slasher, psychological horror, some kind of supernatural horror (e.g. Drag Me to Hell (pretty boring film, by the way)) with ghosts and spirits (e.g. Shutter (that was good) or The Haunting in Conneticut) etc? What do you think?
Sunday, 19 September 2010
Don't Say a Word
I thought we used to be friends. Ok, we used to have a pretty strained relationship, but doesn't everyone have a 'friend' they love to hate?
Recently, though, I discovered that you weren't the person I thought you were. I don't even think that you like me anymore, saying stuff about me behind my back. Like the fact that you said I thought I was better than everybody else, thanks for that. I didn't think that, on any level. You jumped to your own conclusion. Am I not allowed to just be happy, or in a good mood? Apparently not. Just to let you know, it was the combination of a cappuccino, the majority of a packet of Lucozade carbohydrate jelly beans, half a packet of Dextros sugar tablets and quite a major adrenaline rush.
I think that you've also managed to turn other people against me. They all knew what you said, so why didn't I? Why did nobody think of telling me what a spoiled, drama queen you are?
Anyway, I would be very grateful if you stayed away from me and didn't talk to me again.
Recently, though, I discovered that you weren't the person I thought you were. I don't even think that you like me anymore, saying stuff about me behind my back. Like the fact that you said I thought I was better than everybody else, thanks for that. I didn't think that, on any level. You jumped to your own conclusion. Am I not allowed to just be happy, or in a good mood? Apparently not. Just to let you know, it was the combination of a cappuccino, the majority of a packet of Lucozade carbohydrate jelly beans, half a packet of Dextros sugar tablets and quite a major adrenaline rush.
I think that you've also managed to turn other people against me. They all knew what you said, so why didn't I? Why did nobody think of telling me what a spoiled, drama queen you are?
Anyway, I would be very grateful if you stayed away from me and didn't talk to me again.
Mind Boggling
I like that phrase. 'Mind Boggling'. I've been saying that about quite a lot of things recently.
I think it started with the documentary about aliens and all the historical proof that people have to say that they do exist (Ancient Aliens on the History Channel, you should check it out if you can). That was mind boggling. Apparently, according to that documentary, there is proof that Akhenaten (or Amenhotep IV) could have in fact been an alien. That's quite cool, but it also said that every single God from every civilization, especially ancient civilizations, could have also all been aliens. It was really mind boggling though, all the proof they had, just wow.
And then there was the program we watched in Geography. It was about the Earth's atmosphere. It was telling us all about the things that the atmosphere could do. It showed us some features created by the wind, it showed us the different layers of the atmosphere and it showed us all of the different things that take place in the atmosphere. It said that we are essentially living at the bottom of a giant ocean, like lobsters, and that the weight of the atmosphere pushing down against us is equal to the weight of about a bus (I think), but we don't get squished because the air (or the water) inside us equalises the pressure, just like lobsters! I thought that was somewhat mind boggling as well. I never would have known any of the things in that program in a hundred years if I hadn't watched it. I just thought, 'Wow', when we were watching it.
Last night was the clincher, however. That was the mind bogglingness to end all mind bogglingness. My mum wanted to show me a realy bright star, so I went outside. The moon looked really eerie, there were clouds around it, and the light was only shining through little breaks in the clouds, but you couldn't actually see the moon itself, only the light. It was the kind of sky you would expect to see in some kind of horror film, it was just really creepy. I sat down then and tried to see the really bright star my mum told me about. She sat down on the other seat and tried to point it out, but it went behind the clouds, I couldn't see it. She then saw a sattelite, I missed it, but she went in a short time after. I stayed outside and just sat looking up at the stars. It got me thinking; 'was there anybody sitting, doing the same as me somewhere else in the world?' And then I thought; 'Was there somebody sitting on that really bright star above my head, sitting, looking up at the stars, looking up at the earth, and thinking, 'Is there someone sitting looking up at me?'?'. All of those stars, surely there is someone else out there. I just felt so small and insignificant. I was tiny in the grand scheme of things, and I thought:
"Mind boggling..."
I think it started with the documentary about aliens and all the historical proof that people have to say that they do exist (Ancient Aliens on the History Channel, you should check it out if you can). That was mind boggling. Apparently, according to that documentary, there is proof that Akhenaten (or Amenhotep IV) could have in fact been an alien. That's quite cool, but it also said that every single God from every civilization, especially ancient civilizations, could have also all been aliens. It was really mind boggling though, all the proof they had, just wow.
And then there was the program we watched in Geography. It was about the Earth's atmosphere. It was telling us all about the things that the atmosphere could do. It showed us some features created by the wind, it showed us the different layers of the atmosphere and it showed us all of the different things that take place in the atmosphere. It said that we are essentially living at the bottom of a giant ocean, like lobsters, and that the weight of the atmosphere pushing down against us is equal to the weight of about a bus (I think), but we don't get squished because the air (or the water) inside us equalises the pressure, just like lobsters! I thought that was somewhat mind boggling as well. I never would have known any of the things in that program in a hundred years if I hadn't watched it. I just thought, 'Wow', when we were watching it.
Last night was the clincher, however. That was the mind bogglingness to end all mind bogglingness. My mum wanted to show me a realy bright star, so I went outside. The moon looked really eerie, there were clouds around it, and the light was only shining through little breaks in the clouds, but you couldn't actually see the moon itself, only the light. It was the kind of sky you would expect to see in some kind of horror film, it was just really creepy. I sat down then and tried to see the really bright star my mum told me about. She sat down on the other seat and tried to point it out, but it went behind the clouds, I couldn't see it. She then saw a sattelite, I missed it, but she went in a short time after. I stayed outside and just sat looking up at the stars. It got me thinking; 'was there anybody sitting, doing the same as me somewhere else in the world?' And then I thought; 'Was there somebody sitting on that really bright star above my head, sitting, looking up at the stars, looking up at the earth, and thinking, 'Is there someone sitting looking up at me?'?'. All of those stars, surely there is someone else out there. I just felt so small and insignificant. I was tiny in the grand scheme of things, and I thought:
"Mind boggling..."
Tuesday, 20 July 2010
Near Death Experience
Have you ever been involved in a near death experience?
Well, it's kind of true that your entire life flashes before your eyes. You don't see everything, but you get the feeling of a heaviness, as if your life is being shoved down your throat, catch your breath.
Okay I'm probably overreacting by saying that it was a near death experience, but if you fell down three storeys of spiral staircase in a ruined palace, you would probably die. And that's what nearly happened to me. It wasn't just classic clumsy Holly just tripping over her own feet or twisting her ankle, it was the pigeon. Yes, the pigeon. I was nearly killed by a pigeon at Spynie Palace.
So what happened? How did a pigeon almost kill me?
Well, we went to Spynie Palace during the summer holidays and I decided to climb up the tower (I think it's four storeys tall; it used to be 6). When I got to the top, I rather stupidly gave myself a slight case of vertigo after looking down to the ground before climbing even further up to the viewing platform to take some photos. I took photos and then began the long treacherous descent to my imminent doom.
After going down only one storey, I saw a small room or corridor branching out from the main staircase. I reached for my camera but changed my mind and instead stepped tentatively away from the stairs. I then leant forward to have a little look into the corridor (or room, or whatever it was) when I heard it. The sound that marked the terror to come. There was a dull flapping sound coming from behind the doorway. Seeing as people were quite short back then, the door was only about 6 feet tall. I knew that the flapping was the sound of a pigeon coming towards me, thanks to the multitude that visit our garden, but that didn't mean that I knew what to do. Hundreds of thoughts flashed through my head as it was coming towards me; "Are pigeons like bears?", "Do I make myself look big?", "Do I try to scare it?", "Do I crouch down so it flies past me?", "Do I run away?". I had no idea what to do. My mind was a mess with all of the thoughts swimming about in it; "What are we doing tomorrow?", "I wish I'd climbed the tower at Elgin Cathedral." I have to say that all of this happened within a few seconds, so that's a lot of thoughts to be up there at once. I gave up, took a minuscule step backwards, towards the swirling darkness of the stairs and began to raise my hands to my face as a sound, rather like a wounded animal, escaped my mouth. My legs became weak, and I started to shake. My breath caught in my throat as my heart stopped beating, and I saw straight into it's eyes as everything went dark...
I did fail to mention however, terrifying though it was, there was a gap in the wall, the bottom covered with a fence, where a window was probably situated when the Palace was built.
I stood looking at it as it flew towards me, wings flapping loudly and rather unceremoniously. It started to swerve, so did I, and it flew though the hole in the wall; out into the light, and probably back to it's perch.
I turned and ran; I don't think that there has ever been a quicker exit down a spiral staircase. My breathing was incredibly shallow the whole way down the tower, and when I reached the bottom, I ran towards a ruined wall at the front of the palace, onto which I collapsed while trying to regain some kind of normal breathing pattern and a normal pulse.
I don't think I have ever been more scared in my life and I must admit, I have now become slightly more wary of pigeons (and heights...).
Well, it's kind of true that your entire life flashes before your eyes. You don't see everything, but you get the feeling of a heaviness, as if your life is being shoved down your throat, catch your breath.
Okay I'm probably overreacting by saying that it was a near death experience, but if you fell down three storeys of spiral staircase in a ruined palace, you would probably die. And that's what nearly happened to me. It wasn't just classic clumsy Holly just tripping over her own feet or twisting her ankle, it was the pigeon. Yes, the pigeon. I was nearly killed by a pigeon at Spynie Palace.
So what happened? How did a pigeon almost kill me?Well, we went to Spynie Palace during the summer holidays and I decided to climb up the tower (I think it's four storeys tall; it used to be 6). When I got to the top, I rather stupidly gave myself a slight case of vertigo after looking down to the ground before climbing even further up to the viewing platform to take some photos. I took photos and then began the long treacherous descent to my imminent doom.
After going down only one storey, I saw a small room or corridor branching out from the main staircase. I reached for my camera but changed my mind and instead stepped tentatively away from the stairs. I then leant forward to have a little look into the corridor (or room, or whatever it was) when I heard it. The sound that marked the terror to come. There was a dull flapping sound coming from behind the doorway. Seeing as people were quite short back then, the door was only about 6 feet tall. I knew that the flapping was the sound of a pigeon coming towards me, thanks to the multitude that visit our garden, but that didn't mean that I knew what to do. Hundreds of thoughts flashed through my head as it was coming towards me; "Are pigeons like bears?", "Do I make myself look big?", "Do I try to scare it?", "Do I crouch down so it flies past me?", "Do I run away?". I had no idea what to do. My mind was a mess with all of the thoughts swimming about in it; "What are we doing tomorrow?", "I wish I'd climbed the tower at Elgin Cathedral." I have to say that all of this happened within a few seconds, so that's a lot of thoughts to be up there at once. I gave up, took a minuscule step backwards, towards the swirling darkness of the stairs and began to raise my hands to my face as a sound, rather like a wounded animal, escaped my mouth. My legs became weak, and I started to shake. My breath caught in my throat as my heart stopped beating, and I saw straight into it's eyes as everything went dark...
I did fail to mention however, terrifying though it was, there was a gap in the wall, the bottom covered with a fence, where a window was probably situated when the Palace was built.
I stood looking at it as it flew towards me, wings flapping loudly and rather unceremoniously. It started to swerve, so did I, and it flew though the hole in the wall; out into the light, and probably back to it's perch.
I turned and ran; I don't think that there has ever been a quicker exit down a spiral staircase. My breathing was incredibly shallow the whole way down the tower, and when I reached the bottom, I ran towards a ruined wall at the front of the palace, onto which I collapsed while trying to regain some kind of normal breathing pattern and a normal pulse.
I don't think I have ever been more scared in my life and I must admit, I have now become slightly more wary of pigeons (and heights...).
Sunday, 30 May 2010
Make a Movie Script
Here's an idea for a Make a Movie script.
Platysponge Productions Adventure FilmWritten by
Holly Black
A girl sits at a desk with a box when she knocks something out. It’s a treasure map. She smiles and leaves the room.
The girl enters a room wherein sits two girls. She produces the map from a jacket pocket and slams it down on the table around which the people are sitting. They all look.
No. Just no. You are not dragging us on a wild goose chase looking for some kind of…
Girl 1
…Pirate treasure.
Girl 3
I have to agree with Girl 2. It will only end in disaster. You know what happened last time. We waited four hours before the teacher turned up and unlocked the cupboard door.
Girl 1
But we did find out that her necklace wasn’t an ancient Aztec artefact. I’d say that day ended well.
Girl 3
Four hours though.
Girl 1
But this doesn’t have any cupboards for us to get locked in. Look!
They all look at the map as Girl 1 points to a large “X” in the middle of a wooded area. She then slides her finger down to a building.
Girl 1
That must be the school. See, the “X” is just up the hill. We can be up there and back down in a couple of hours. No cupboards, no teachers, no guard dogs.
Girl 2
Oh yeah, I forgot about that day.
Girl 1
Come on.
Girl 2 and Girl 3 share a glance.
Girl 2 and Girl 3
Ok.
Girl 3
But if you get us into any trouble…
Girl 1 leads the way along a path with a backpack on her back as Girl 2 and Girl 3 follow. They turn off the path and over to a wooded area. They swerve through the trees and go down the hill to the “X”. There is nothing there.
Okay. Let’s go back.
Girl 3
Come on, there’s nothing here.
A gun is heard being cocked in the background. The girls turn round to come face to face with a bad guy pointing a gun in their direction.
Bad Guy
I know what you’re looking for.
Girl 1
What might that be?
Girl 3
Shut up! Don’t get involved!
Girl 1 takes a step forward as Girl 2 reaches forward to stop her.
The pirate treasure hidden under the school.
Girl 1
Under the school?
Bad Guy
You knew that didn’t you? You knew it was under the school?
Girl 1
Nope. But we do now. Run!!
Girl 1 and Girl 2 race off away from the bad guy and towards the school.
I am so not running!
There is a gun shot behind her and she too runs back to the school.
The girls are seen running into the school and they turn the corner, gasping for breath.
Girl 1
Do you think we lost him/her.
Girl 2
I hope so.
Girl 3
Where do you think the treasure is then?
Girl 1
*smiles* You’re in then?
Girl 3
Well, we’ve come this far. Why not keep going?
Girl 1
*turns to Girl 2* Are you in?
Girl 2
Most definitely.
They put their hands into the centre of the circle and raise them on “3”.
Well then. Where would a pirate hide his treasure?
Girl 3
Under the stage.
Girl 2
You think?
Girl 3
Well, if I was a pirate and I was going to hide some treasure, that’s where I would put it.
Girl 1
Let’s go then.
They walk towards the hall and “Road to Nowhere” by the Talking Heads plays in the background. Credits start to roll and a gunshot is heard. Girls are shown again. They share a look.
I don’t think we lost him/her.
Credits begin to roll again as “Road to Nowhere” continues to play.
Bitter reflections
I don't particularly want to be baring my soul on the internet, but there are times when you just need someone to talk to but can't bring yourself to say it in person.
"I am seriously sick and tired of relationships."
"Why do people get such a reaction when they say they are single?! Oh, are you okay, are you sure, how are you coping?"
"Will they please just shut up?! I don't intend to be mean, but we really don't care! People just say what they say to seem thoughtful."
"I suppose that some people might actually be concerned, but people mostly don't care."
"I certainly don't care. I could go my whole life without knowing how their relationships were faring."
"I also hate it when people say they're so happy to be single. Get a grip and please just shut up already!!"
"Okey-dokey. Bitter bitchy rant over. I feel better now."
This was my Twitter rant today. Believe it or not, it was all brought on by a Facebook update.
I really do feel bad about feeling this way about other people's feelings, but I suppose I'm just bitter. I really don't care how their relationships are going, I don't care whether they are single, married, in a relationship etc. I'm more interested in my own relationships or lack thereof.
When I hear about other people and how they feel about relationships it depresses me and makes me realise that I miss so much.
I was talking to a sixth year and a first year about relationships and such when I was walking home after Big Art (let's bear in mind that this was after my friend, who normally walks the same way as me, had gone to her boyfriend's house). They were saying that they had both had some really embarrassing relationships since they came to high school. They then told me I was lucky for managing to avoid it. I don't feel lucky.
People say after a relationship ends that they're happy to be single, but after two weeks they're depressed about it. They really get my goat. People who get into a new relationship every other week get on my nerves as well. It's almost as if they need a relationship to survive and if they don't have one they will die, almost like a shark. The worst thing about it is that they also have to tell you about everything that happens in the relationship. They clearly don't understand the meaning of privacy.
I have had many a depressed sleepless night thinking about his topic. Well, at least if I have to leave a PSE discussion about relationships, you'll know why.
Anyway, I'm fed up and I'm tired. It's probably best to just give up.
"I am seriously sick and tired of relationships."
"Why do people get such a reaction when they say they are single?! Oh, are you okay, are you sure, how are you coping?"
"Will they please just shut up?! I don't intend to be mean, but we really don't care! People just say what they say to seem thoughtful."
"I suppose that some people might actually be concerned, but people mostly don't care."
"I certainly don't care. I could go my whole life without knowing how their relationships were faring."
"I also hate it when people say they're so happy to be single. Get a grip and please just shut up already!!"
"Okey-dokey. Bitter bitchy rant over. I feel better now."
This was my Twitter rant today. Believe it or not, it was all brought on by a Facebook update.
I really do feel bad about feeling this way about other people's feelings, but I suppose I'm just bitter. I really don't care how their relationships are going, I don't care whether they are single, married, in a relationship etc. I'm more interested in my own relationships or lack thereof.
When I hear about other people and how they feel about relationships it depresses me and makes me realise that I miss so much.
I was talking to a sixth year and a first year about relationships and such when I was walking home after Big Art (let's bear in mind that this was after my friend, who normally walks the same way as me, had gone to her boyfriend's house). They were saying that they had both had some really embarrassing relationships since they came to high school. They then told me I was lucky for managing to avoid it. I don't feel lucky.
People say after a relationship ends that they're happy to be single, but after two weeks they're depressed about it. They really get my goat. People who get into a new relationship every other week get on my nerves as well. It's almost as if they need a relationship to survive and if they don't have one they will die, almost like a shark. The worst thing about it is that they also have to tell you about everything that happens in the relationship. They clearly don't understand the meaning of privacy.
I have had many a depressed sleepless night thinking about his topic. Well, at least if I have to leave a PSE discussion about relationships, you'll know why.
Anyway, I'm fed up and I'm tired. It's probably best to just give up.
Sunday, 18 April 2010
Free the credit!!
I suggest a rebellion.
I was sitting having a little look at Facebook when I discovered an app called Untold Secrets. I think - 'Oh, this could be fun' and have a wee look around the app, learning what kind of things it doues and really just browsing, window shopping really. When I was looking around, I found a little tab at the top of the thing called 'Your Results'. What could it be? It turned out that it was what other people had answered about you. I was intrigued and looked at the answers. Some of them were quite good; such as "Do you think Holly Black is attractive? Yes", others were questionable; "Do you think Holly Black is a virgin? No" (x3) Well, lets just say that if I was in a horror film, I wouldn't be the first to get killed. ;) Anyway, I wanted to know who answered these questions, so I clicked the button that said 'Find out who answered...' (I didn't notice the bit that said '...for 50 credits'). I clicked it and it said that I didn't have enough credits so I then clicked the button to get more credits. I was furious when I read it and it said that I had to buy them!! I'm not going to do that - I don't have a credit card, I don't have enough money on my phone and I'm not going to mooch off my dad again! It's not the first time either. I have actually lost count of the number of times that I run out of money on some internet thing and I've tried to get more money and it says that you have to buy credits. I don't know if there is anyone else like this but I am SICK of it!
So I didn't have to buy any credits I answered some questions and I now have 9 credits, which is nowhere near 50, but I had to stop so I wasn't answering too many questions, certainly not enough to annoy everyone with.
Is it just me who is sick of this or are the majority of people fed up with it?
:)
I was sitting having a little look at Facebook when I discovered an app called Untold Secrets. I think - 'Oh, this could be fun' and have a wee look around the app, learning what kind of things it doues and really just browsing, window shopping really. When I was looking around, I found a little tab at the top of the thing called 'Your Results'. What could it be? It turned out that it was what other people had answered about you. I was intrigued and looked at the answers. Some of them were quite good; such as "Do you think Holly Black is attractive? Yes", others were questionable; "Do you think Holly Black is a virgin? No" (x3) Well, lets just say that if I was in a horror film, I wouldn't be the first to get killed. ;) Anyway, I wanted to know who answered these questions, so I clicked the button that said 'Find out who answered...' (I didn't notice the bit that said '...for 50 credits'). I clicked it and it said that I didn't have enough credits so I then clicked the button to get more credits. I was furious when I read it and it said that I had to buy them!! I'm not going to do that - I don't have a credit card, I don't have enough money on my phone and I'm not going to mooch off my dad again! It's not the first time either. I have actually lost count of the number of times that I run out of money on some internet thing and I've tried to get more money and it says that you have to buy credits. I don't know if there is anyone else like this but I am SICK of it!
So I didn't have to buy any credits I answered some questions and I now have 9 credits, which is nowhere near 50, but I had to stop so I wasn't answering too many questions, certainly not enough to annoy everyone with.
Is it just me who is sick of this or are the majority of people fed up with it?
:)
Here I am!
I've realised after answering a question on formspring.me that I can really rant.
I answered the question "What was the worst movie you've ever seen?" and I ended up with an 11 line answer. If that's not ranting I don't know what is. I knew I could talk but I never realised that I could talk that much about such a short question.
I ended up writing about The Dark Knight and how I think it's rubbish. This was my answer:
"I've seen quite a few rubbish movies.
Twilight is obviously high up in the list of the worst ones.
The Dark Knight also springs to mind. It finished about five different times, it lasted about a day and the acting was certainly questionable, not to mention the useless screenplay. I will say that Heath Ledger's performance was the only thing that made me keep watching the film, but, to be honest, I'm not even a big fan of that: it was only the film's single redeeming feature. The only reason that the film was a huge blockbuster is because of Heath Ledger dying (RIP). I'm not saying that it wasn't awful, because it was, but I am saying that it might have clouded everyone's judgement of the film. Overall, it was rubbish, especially Christian Bale's irritatingly obvious imitation of Michael Keaton's Batman. I'm not saying that Christian Bale is a bad actor, just that he could have tried to make his Batman more original instead of trying to be Michael Keaton, because, let's face it, he's not."
I think that, after re-reading my answer, I might me quite opinionated. Oh well. Everyone is entitled to an opinion, no matter how long, wrong, stupid, or ranty, and mine seem to be all of those things at some point or another. Of course, I'm never wrong, it's just my opinions that might be.
p.s. This is actually my first time blogging, so feel free to give me any criticism, preferably constructive, and any comments are welcome.
:)
I answered the question "What was the worst movie you've ever seen?" and I ended up with an 11 line answer. If that's not ranting I don't know what is. I knew I could talk but I never realised that I could talk that much about such a short question.
I ended up writing about The Dark Knight and how I think it's rubbish. This was my answer:
"I've seen quite a few rubbish movies.
Twilight is obviously high up in the list of the worst ones.
The Dark Knight also springs to mind. It finished about five different times, it lasted about a day and the acting was certainly questionable, not to mention the useless screenplay. I will say that Heath Ledger's performance was the only thing that made me keep watching the film, but, to be honest, I'm not even a big fan of that: it was only the film's single redeeming feature. The only reason that the film was a huge blockbuster is because of Heath Ledger dying (RIP). I'm not saying that it wasn't awful, because it was, but I am saying that it might have clouded everyone's judgement of the film. Overall, it was rubbish, especially Christian Bale's irritatingly obvious imitation of Michael Keaton's Batman. I'm not saying that Christian Bale is a bad actor, just that he could have tried to make his Batman more original instead of trying to be Michael Keaton, because, let's face it, he's not."
I think that, after re-reading my answer, I might me quite opinionated. Oh well. Everyone is entitled to an opinion, no matter how long, wrong, stupid, or ranty, and mine seem to be all of those things at some point or another. Of course, I'm never wrong, it's just my opinions that might be.
p.s. This is actually my first time blogging, so feel free to give me any criticism, preferably constructive, and any comments are welcome.
:)
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