Saturday, 25 December 2010

Yuletime traditions.

I've always liked traditions and superstitions, and luckily December's full of 'em.

 On Christmas Day my dad, being the secretive bastard he is; likes to play a game in which he essentially pretends he's got us a crap gift (or in some cases no gifts at all) and then at some point later in the day, whip out a gift from behind my ear or hidden in the turkey or something ridiculous along those lines. On Christmas eve, my friends and I successfully manage to go to our Christmas eve curry and eat more food that any one man should ever eat. On Boxing Day I like to spend the day simply sitting around playing with anything new and then, at 1pm exactly, go for a wee walk around my hometown just so I feel like I've done some exercise in the last few weeks. 

Wherever you are, whatever you do, whatever you believe, I think it's nice to think of this as a time for things you know with people you love. 
Merry Christmas.

P.s My dad just told me I'm a loser with no friends for writing a blog to myself on Christmas day. Good times.
P.s.s I just read this and thought it was pretty suitable for the Christmas season. Happy holidays x

Thursday, 16 December 2010

Doodles, part one.

I said in one of my earlier posts that I've started drawing, and due to PHENOMENAL public demand (I'm joking) here are a couple of things I've done. I've only drawn two in pen thus far, I tried scanning the pencil ones in and you couldn't see anything. Eventually I'll put up some more.

House points for guessing who's who.


La Blogotheque.

To those who haven't been there before, the land of Youtube can be a terrifying place. But once you get past the videos of fat kids falling over and homemade rap videos, there are some gems to be found. La Blogotheque are a French company who film mainly up and coming bands in and around the streets of Paris. This video of Bon Iver might be my favourite thing on the internet, so put some headphones on and enjoy it.

Thursday, 9 December 2010

Zombies.




 American T.V show 'The Walking Dead' for some reason went completely under the radar here in England. I don't want to tell you too much about it but you should know that it's directed by Frank Darabont, the genius behind 'The Shawshank Redemption' and 'The Green Mile' and it's got a shit load of zombies in it. If you're hungry for viewing you can watch all of the first series here. You are so welcome. 


Getting old.

20 is pretty old. I've sort of entered a strange, ethereal state since my birthday on Saturday where everything seems somewhat surreal and time passes really slowly. Maybe it's cos I've just not slept properly for weeks, or it might even be my dire lack of vegetables. Either way it's been an interesting few days.


 On Friday it was Detonate at my local awesome club Plug, where Andy C and London Elektricity were playing. I'd like to state this was the first of many consecutive nights where my memory is particularly shady, namely due to excessive alcohol consumption. On the night however I did conceive one of my best puns to date - 'Dubstich'. The act of dancing so fucking hard to music in a club that your body physically aches and groans like a pensioner. Needless to say, a good night. 


Saturday the 4th of December was my actual birthday and I crawled out of bed at about 2pm, literally feeling like I'd been battered by the cast of Stomp the night before. I met with some friends and braced my liver for another evening of horrific battery and ended up going out to somewhere I don't recall. I literally felt like an amnesiac the next day, moping around my flat like a depressed housewife. At one point I had to look through photos of the night before just so someone could prove to me that they were actually there. Horrendous. Memory loss aside, I had fun and it was nice of those who were around to come out or say happy birthday. The combined efforts of many may well have prevented my inevitable suicide due to excessive life span.


Sunday held a visit to Leeds with my good friends Emma and Fred to see my future wife and her brother play at a lovely venue called The Wardrobe. The ever wonderful Angus and Julia Stone played an awesome set, during which I pretty much wept at the beauty of the what may be some of my favourite songs from the best looking siblings I know. I swear there was a point during their performance where Julia stared me straight in the eyes for a good ten seconds and I literally felt my heart stop. If you open the picture at the bottom of this blog and squint real hard you just about make out my head in amongst the crowd of the show.  If you want a good starting point, this is maybe my favourite song of theirs, although they have loads of consistently pleasant tunes. If you do already know them, then you should know that Julia's got a new solo LP out called 'The Memory Machine'. I've only had a chance to listen to through once, but from what I gathered, it's more delicious folky goodness. 


On Monday things were calm so I took time to relax and look some stuff over. Unfortunately for me, this meant I fell into a deep hole, filled with a Smörgåsbord of emotional turmoil, worry and fear, all concerning that at the age of twenty, I should have done more with my life. I took a mortifying test which told me I'd only been to 8% of the world and that "I've got a lot to do!", I almost started tying a noose I swear. However, I resolved to make a list of things that I'd like to achieve, see or do at some point in my life. There's the simple ones - learn a new language fluently, live in New York, make love to Rachel McAdams. But then there's also a couple more outlandish ones - go to space, be a millionaire, win an Oscar etc. It's growing longer by the day, and I'm never guna have time to do them all but I think it's nice to have plans, even if they're ridiculous. It was Publius Vergilius Maro, a Greek poet, who wrote "Audaces fortuna iuvat" meaning "fortune favours the brave". I suppose I have to push the boat out at some point. Here's hoping I make it to 21.


Sunday, 21 November 2010

Rankin.

I've said before that I don't really claim to know much about art or photography, but if you want something to look at go on Rankin's website. He's been making creative, inventive images for years now so if you're after something to inspire you or just like looking at pictures, he's worth a gander.
Buy his books, find out what he's done, watch his films. WIKIPEDIA KNOWS EVERYTHING.





That Facebook film and entering the void.

It was always going to be a difficult subject. It's too contemporary, it's glamourising the life of fame, the subject matter's not strong enough, no one gives a shit. Unfortunately 'The Social Network' has turned out to possibly be film of the year (with 'Inception' nipping at it's heels). It is what it says on the cover - the story of Mark Zuckerberg, founder of Facebook and how everyone he knows tried to get money out of him. That's two hours condensed into a sentence, but it is worth your own time to watch the full movie.


David Fincher (director of 'Fight Club' and ridiculously named 'Se7en'), has done an amazing job of making every character in the film instantly interesting and complex. Jesse are-you-sure-I'm-not-Michael-Cera Eisenberg puts in a stellar performance as the website's founder, making him relatable but at the same time, come across as a snark asshole. Andrew Garfield (soon to be the new improved Spiderman) plays the part of scorned best friend excellently. There's not much else I can say other than go and watch it. The scripting is some of the best seen for fucking ages, the cinematography is consistently good and it's incredibly easy to watch. Time magazine said that "The rewards for paying attention are mammoth and exhilarating. This is a high-IQ movie that gives viewers an IQ high" but you don't have to be a genius to know this film's good.


I've seen a few films that made me feel sick in my time. That bit in 'The Pianist' where the Nazis chuck that old man off a balcony, that was pretty nasty.  In 'Trainspotting' when they find that dead baby, also mega nasty. That bit in 'Misery' where that fat bitch Kathy Bates goes to town on James Caan's foot, that was pretty bad. HOWEVER. None of that stuff means shit until you've seen Gasper Noe's 'Enter the Void'. I might be exaggerating, it might just be my awful sense of balance, but that film literally fucked me over like a steam roller. I don't know what it was specifically. Maybe it was the shot from inside a vagina of a penis cumming on the screen? Maybe the POV shot as a character walks down about 40 flights of stairs? Oh I know, it might have been the 10 minutes of panic inducing, epileptic fit style credits at the beginning of the film? I'm not saying it's bad. Quite the opposite in fact. The whole thing's beautiful. Set in Tokyo, it tells the story of a drug dealer who gets killed and afterwards, comes back as a ghost to watch over his sister. It sounds simple, but the story's intertwined with a load of other tales and events. There are flashbacks and flashforwards and dream sequences and drug sequences and shots from below and shots from above. There's less structure to this fucking film than there is to a jenga tower. Yet, in spite of everything, it still manages to be instantly captivating. The film bombards you visually with colours and constant on-screen action. The sounds and story keep you constantly glued. At two and a half hours long it's not exactly a walk in the park, but there's so much shit happening all the time you don't really notice. It won't be for everyone, in fact it won't be for most, But for those who do persevere, they'll be rewarded with one of the most aesthetically pleasing and interesting films for an extremely long time. You can find a link for where to watch the film here, but don't fucking tell your mum I sent you there. If you can be bothered to get it on DVD, or if you've got a projector watch the film on that, the bigger it is the more likely you are to feel like you're mental afterwards. Thanks to Ashley Rommelrath and others for letting me know about the film.


Apologies and controversies.

To begin, an apology. I've had a shit-load of stuff  to do recently and I've been mega busy trying to make friends and enemies. For those of you who care, I'm having a sweet time at uni, I have no money and no food but the company's good and I've made at least three friends. 
Things I've done since being here that make me a student - 

  • Not paid more than £5 for any single item.
  • Thrown up in the street.
  • Woken up at half 5 in the afternoon.
  • Become synonymous with obscene traits (namely, asking questions and being my flat's allocated drunkard.)
  • Had a friend cut my hair into an obscure shape.
  • Watched more 'Judge Judy' than any one man should ever do.
  • Picked up a couple of new hobbies - Drawing, dancing like a prick and drinking copious amounts of wine to name but a few.
The list could go on for a while but those are the real humdingers. 


My course has been nothing but exciting so far. It's weird how if you put a bunch of teenagers together and give them the same concept that they can run with it and come up with stuff that's completely individual and at the same time similar to everyone else's. We went on a trip to this place called Gradbach Mill to shoot some short films. We were given a brief to make a film about  'the land'. It sounds a bit pretentious but there were genuinely awesome pieces made, the best of which you can find here. We've been on a couple of course nights out as well which have been consistently amusing; somehow everything we do ends up like an episode of Hollyoaks. Alcohol apparently turns everyone into hormonal, randy kids; it is literally mad.

We got given a brief for another piece as well. The gist of it was that person A is doing something, get contacted by person B and then goes to meet them. Person A resolves Person B's problem then returns to the task they were fulfilling beforehand. It sounds a bit strange, but the  brief gave us a chance for quite a broad creative scope. I ended up doing a film on mimes. Lord knows how I came to that conclusion but I think it worked out. You can watch the finished piece on my Youtube page here. Let me know if you like it or if you think it's shit, either way I'd like your opinion.  


I've got a load of other stuff coming up, so you keep your eyes peeled.


P.s This is a picture of my hair. My flatmate Jen and I don't know how to cut it so we just keep on shaving the shit out of the sides.


Monday, 4 October 2010

Classy cinema.

For far too long British and American films have ruled the box office. The problem is with the sheer number of films being produced and pushed in our faces every month it's getting hard to differentiate between what's the grade A crack and what's the back alley smack. You only have to have  to take a look at listings for a local Odeon to see the generic drivel that I'm referring to. 'Cats & Dogs: The Revenge of Kitty Galore' anyone? What about 'When in Rome', starring Kristen 'face-of-a-thirty-year-old-body-of-a-toddler' Bell? Of course there are good films, but unfortunately they're greatly outweighed by the average.

I've been lucky enough to have a lot of spare time on my hands of late and during that time I've tried to broaden my tastes somewhat. As a result, I have found myself pleasantly surprised. French cinema has been remarkably consistent over the years, with director and writer Luc Besson being a personal favourite of mine. I recently watched 'Angel-A', a surreal romance which is essentially a love letter from Besson to Paris. If you haven't seen it, I can't recommend it enough. You may or may not find the link here, but don't tell anyone I sent you there.


Mexican director Guillermo del Toro is gaining reputation as one of the most inventive and creative minds in cinema, with his films often featuring amazing narratives and some of the best cinematography in recent years. In case you haven't seen it already 'Pan's Labyrinth' is mega awesome and most definitely worth the money. So buy it or borrow it off me, I'm generous like that. Also noteworthy is  'El Orfanato', super creepy thriller. It's got kids in masks in it, that's all you need to know about it really.


If you're looking for something a little more serious, you should try 'City of God', the story of two boys growing up in a violent neighborhood of Rio de Janeiro. The whole thing's made up of loads of different stories, it's beautifully shot and gives an amazing portrayal of what life is like in the favelas of Brazil. The film was originally a novel by Paulo Lins, who grew up in the favelas himself; it's really interesting to see how that translates to film.


So go home, don't watch 'Die Hard' again and have a look what else is on. You never know, you might like it.


P.s Much love goes out to Coco Williams, who recommended and showed me 'Angel-A' in the first place.

Saturday, 18 September 2010

The last goodbye and a funny man.

This is Charlie Brooker.
If you haven't had a chance to read any of his works might I be the first to tell you to do so.
He manages to be funny and brutally honest as a critic of media and life in general. This is a brief excerpt from his book 'Dawn of the Dumb'.

"Four thousand years ago I used to write a website called 'TV Go Home', which consisted of capsule descriptions of imaginary television programmes - most of them ghastly creations teetering on the brink of plausability. One of the earliest entries was 'Wanking for Coins', which was described as 'apocalyptic fun as Rowland Rivron tours the seedy backstreets of London's West End persuading the homeless commit acts of self-degredation in exchange for pennies'.
I liked the phrase 'Wanking for Coins' so much I went on to use it again and again. The more I thought about it, the more it seemed to sum up an entire world of low-level employment. Stuck in a dead-end job? Wanking for coins. Obliged to smile at customers? Wanking for coins. Working extra shifts to pay the rent? Wanking for coins."

The article goes on to speak of a television show I'd never heard of called 'Fortune: Million Pound Giveaway' and the whole thing is just HILARIOUS. 

Buy his books, watch his shows, read his articles.

Tomorrow I head off to university up in Sheffield, so I don't know when I'll next be able to write on this. Fingers crossed I can put some of my work up on here for you to judge and maybe enjoy. Until then, listen to this on repeat.


Monday, 13 September 2010

The summer of '10.


It's been a slow few months. The days have merged into one big haze with only flashes of memorable, discernible moments. It's strange to think that this summer is really the last of its kind; everyone is gone, no-one is left back in the safety of Surrey's glorious bosoms. This Sunday I make leave for university up in Sheffield and to be perfectly honest I have no idea what to expect and that's kind of why I'm looking forward to it. 


In a way it's kind of a shame to be leaving. I finally managed to find some work (after failing miserably for weeks on end), our 'group' gained some excellent new members and, as always, there are some super-sweet video games coming out for xbox. Just my luck. 


That's not to say that this summer hasn't had it's high points. All the photos on this post were taken at Reading Festival 2010, where the music was good and the company was even better. Highlights included - drinking from 8am, an almost record perfect performance from Arcade Fire, a brief but brilliant moment during the Silent Disco where everyone in the tent lay on the floor looking to the stars, my good friend Ross McKenzie throwing 160 individual baby wipes around a tent and inventing & playing a game which will surely be remembered for aeons to come known only as 'Eat the Cheese'.


As well as Reading came a series of performances at nearby Epsom Downs, where generic pop acts would play to foolish ticket buyers whilst paupers and scene kids alike (namely us) would gather on the nearby fields and hills to thieve the music from the air and enjoy each others company. More often than not the perilous walk to and from Epsom via the woods would be just as fun as the time we spent there.


I went travelling for a few months at the beginning of the year and visited some spectacular places and met some amazing people. I spent a lot of the summer thinking about how lucky I was to get the chance to do it and what I'd change and why I'd want to go back etc etc blah blah blah. But one of those earlier mentioned amazing people came in the form of Leila, a strange talking Australian who we met up with back here in England after our trip. Long story short, she says the word 'fish' funny, she can eat more than most fully grown wrestlers and I was heartbroken to see her go. Fingers crossed I'll have an excuse to go the Melbourne some day and cause some havoc.


In more disastrous leaving-themed news, my aforementioned friend Ross leaves for the Marines tomorrow. I'm pretty sure he'll just be training so there's not too much to worry about but it's a pretty daunting thought nonetheless. I was especially terrified after reading the Wikipedia page for the Royal Marines which essentially lists a horrendous archive of guns they use and strenuous physical activity they'll be undertaking. Gross. It's strange, I have this horrific amalgamation of worry and nerves for my dear Rossy, but I don't suppose there's much more I can do than wish him luck and hope he doesn't get bummed or shot in the foot.


On a positive note, this summer was one of small things as well big things - the more than welcome introduction of our not very manly poker nights, knocking over wheely-bins in the middle of the night and then driving away as fast as we could, the shopping trips, the days where I'd wake up at 1 and go to bed at 4, driving in cars with music turned up, the endless nights spent in Epsom spoons with good company and a glass of Strongbow, the nights where there was nothing to do so we'd just wander around, playing guitar with Fred until the Sun came through the blinds and we realised it was morning, the hours wasted playing videogames, watching films and reading books I've read a million times before; the list goes on. 


It seems now all I really have left to do is go forwards and I'll be on the right track. That just leaves the small matter of getting everything ready for studying and living for three months and learning how to make friends again. Maybe I should have been organising that rather than sitting around in my pants watching 'Eight Legged Freaks'. Again.


P.s The glorious video below pretty much sums everything I loved about this summer. That and also my undying, unrequited love for Régine Chassagne.
P.s.s Some of these photos were taken by Coco Williams and so you should totally check her out.


Friday, 10 September 2010

The new Commandments.


For as long as I can remember, I've had unhealthy reliance upon lists. The want to tick a task off after it's completed is so etched onto my brain that I struggle to think what I'd do without the ability. I use them for everything -  Holidays, festivals, back to Uni's, shopping, achievements, to do's. I could go on forever.  But there's one compilation, one list so magnificent that it's taken up a majority of my time for the last 6 years.


This.



IMDb (Internet Movie Database) is a film geek's wet dream. You wana know what the biggest grossing film of 1980 was? Boom! You wana know how many films Hitchcock directed before his fat ass keeled over and died? Blammy! So you wana know what year 'Cats and Dogs' came out so you can build a time machine, go back in time and mangle and brutally kill all the cast and crew so that the film never gets made? Kapow! Yes, it's a cavern of facts, trivia, quotes and info about pretty much anything that's ever been recorded. But the website's icing on the cake is the top 250. 


It's a simple idea really. All of the nerdy users (there are thousands of them) vote for every film that is released and give it a rating out of ten. These votes are then compiled into a list of the best films ever. Obviously, as it's a user-based system it has its flaws. The internet is ruled by skinny kids who read comics so anything to do with superheroes, aliens, zombies or Star Wars gets voted extremely well ('The Dark Knight', 'Alien' and 'Aliens' all sit smugly in the top 100 whilst modern classics like 'Oldboy' and 'Fargo' loiter below).  If you don't like the idea of this you might want to try Metacritic - essentially the same idea but instead of ratings given by users, scores are based on reviews by critics. I DIGRESS.


The point I'm trying to make is that the top 250 isn't just a list. It's something to do, something to aspire to, something to be shared with friends and family. Print it off, tick off how many you've seen and gape at how many you haven't. It's only guna get longer if you don't start watching them now.

Thursday, 9 September 2010

Julian.

I don't know a whole bunch about art but I know what I like.
If you don't know who Julian Opie is, it's time for you to learn.


Links.

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Thursday, 19 August 2010

Old films that are actually worth watching.

Let's get the obvious out of the way.


'The Good, the Bad and the Ugly' isn't the best film of all time. It might not even be Clint Eastwood's best film. But (and that's a big but), there is something undeniably unique about it. The story's simple enough -  three men, (one good, one bad and one who's unfortunate enough to labelled as ugly) race to find hidden treasure in some remote cemetery. That's all there is to it but it makes for obscenely good watching. The threesome frequently pair up and then just as easily betray each other; they're more fickle than toddlers looking for sweets. The film's cinematography is fantastic. Every landscape, every American town, every rolling desert seems to connote something on a grander scale. Sergio Leone (the film's director) did a sublime job of giving the tale a sense of epic proportion and yet remained focused on the little things. The little things like spurs on boots and cheesy one liners, the sound of bullets ricocheting and Mexican stand-offs. The film, like all of the greats, is filled with individual moments that you'll always remember, definitive set pieces that are more memorable than most -  the showdown at the graveyard, the shooting in the bathtub, blowing up the bridge;  the list is enormous. The film's no easy task to sit through, at 160 minutes it's not exactly a walk in the park but if you're in the mood and the time is right, 'The Good, the Bad and the Ugly' will not fail to put smile on your face (and a snake in your boots).


'12 Angry Men' has no guns in it. There are no boobs, no spaceships, no Nazis, no hunky protagonists and no drum and bass soundtrack. In fact, not very much at all happens in '12 Angry Men' but that's kind of the point. It's 96 minutes of you, the audience, watching and listening to the film. The premise is pretty lucid -  12 jurors in 1 room deciding 1 person's fate and that is it; that's all there is to it. And because it's so simple the scripting, the acting and the editing have to be incomparably good as well as completely in sync with each other. Fortunately the film is on the mark throughout and for a movie concerning pensioners chatting it's viscously exciting. Henry Fonda puts in a powerhouse performance, he alone makes the film worth watching, but the whole cast have wonderful chemistry together; just adding to the film's merit. It may be black and white in more ways than one but this film is worth it's weight in gold and definitely worth seeing.


James Dean only made three feature length films before he died in 1955 - 'Giant', 'East of Eden' and 'Rebel Without a Cause'. The last of these might be the most critically acclaimed and deservedly so. 'Rebel Without a Cause'  is about a teenager with more problems than Jesus, whose friends have worse daddy issues than Elisabeth Fritzl. They're essentially grumpy teenagers, this is 'The Breakfast Club' 30 years too early. But the truly amazing thing about this film is how it's still relatable. The movie, in spite of it's age; still manages to be funny and exciting and at times, genuinely touching. Dean plays Jim Stark (no relation to Tony), a teenager with teenage problems who arrives in a new town and subsequently finds himself in the presence of new friends and new enemies. Dean's performance is flawless, he suits the role of troubled soul perfectly. Think of him as a early prototype for Robert Pattinson except better looking and talented. The whole film culminates to humongous crescendo of emotions and police sirens for one of the best finales of all time. It's a film about change and the difficulties that come with it, a film about relationships and their intricacies and faults, a film about youth and manhood and everything in between and you can't come away from it without feeling inspired.

Below are links for all three films. 
Thank me later.

Eastwood. Fonda. Dean.


Other noteworthy oldies - 'It's a Wonderful Life', 'The Public Enemy' and 'The Birds'.

Wednesday, 18 August 2010

The things that make me smile.



1. Every once in a while a moment occurs where you know it'll never happen again. It might last just a second or it could be whole summer, winter, spring or autumn.

Those are the moments.





 
2. Every once in a while you can find yourself in a place that's either wholly familiar or completely unknown.  More often than not you then have the choice to embrace those places and those around you.

Those are the moments.








3. Every once in a while you can find yourself thinking that you're lucky to have people around you that you enjoy being around and, if you're lucky, enjoy being around you too.

Those are the moments.



4. Every once in a while you find yourself being with someone or doing something. And, as you do it, you realise you might never do it again and that's what makes it all the more special.

Those are the moments.


A little about me.

I've never been one for small talk.
SO.
The basics.
I'm not quite 20 yet. I'm tall; maybe a little too tall and I like reading.


I like sour skittles and walking in the rain. 
I eat food that's bad for me because I want to, I don't care if my teeth turn yellow or if I get fat. 
In fact, I pay no concern to anything in the future, when it happens, it'll happen.
I prefer the night to the day and on very rare occasions I enjoy my own company more than others.
I like laughing, but I hate being tickled.
If you haven't heard of Fleet Foxes or Bon Iver something needs to change. And quickly.
Martin Scorsese needs more Oscars than he has.
I was on the plane from New Jersey to London when I first watched 'Little Miss Sunshine'. I rewatched the scene where Dwayne runs from the campervan three times.
I like art but I don't know enough about it for me to make a fair judgement.
'The Sopranos' and 'Six Feet Under' are the two best television shows of all time. Bar none.
I play videogames and like climbing trees.
I don't feel bad for Roman Polanski.
I play lots of instruments, but unfortunately for me I'm not very good at any.
'South Park' and 'Curb Your Enthusiasm' are funny. Patrick Kielty and Fearne Cotton are not.
I live for those moments where you can't stop yourself from crying, whether it be from laughter or sorrow.
Comics remain one of the best art forms around today and having said that, if I were to be one of The X-men I would be Dr Xavier. I'd love to be able to get inside peoples heads. Almost a little bit like 'What Women Want' except without Mel Gibson. 
Period dramas and action-comedies with child stars are like my worst nightmare. I'd rather pull off my own toenails than watch 'Spy Kids'.
I hope that one day I'll get paid for doing what I love, with people I love. Either that or win the lottery.
I want to get one of those huge cameras with an even huger lens so I can take pictures of snowflakes and sunsets and toothy grins.
I'd like to be in a band so that I can wear funny clothes and pull concentrating faces.
I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't escape to films.


There's more of me to come.