Wednesday, June 30, 2010

"Goodness - look at the time!"

If Cloggsworth was here I'd be marched to my bed by now.

I would probably have finished my work project too...

...and have written my dissertation.

Perhaps I would have even found time to save the world from some ghastly Disney-esque villain.

I need an enchanted clock.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Father's Day.

"Get out of here! Go back to Rome. You're young and the world is yours. I'm old. I don't want to hear you talk anymore. I want to hear others talking about you. Don't come back. Don't think about us. Don't look back. Don't write. Don't give in to nostalgia. Forget us all. If you do and you come back, don't come see me. I won't let you in my house. Understand?...Whatever you end up doing, love it. The way you loved the projection booth when you were a little squirt."

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Gratuitous Lusting (of the Actress and Male kind).

Some Australian hunk Christopher Egan and Amanda Seyfried discover 'true love' with Tuscany as their backdrop and Vanessa Redgrave by their side. What more could a boy ask for?

The obvious answer is a film of better quality, but then you would be missing the point of Letters to Juliet; an overblown piece of mush that celebrates the overblown piece of mush of love. So it isn't the greatest story ever told nor the most riveting yet it is as likable and endearing as its leading lady, Miss Seyfried. This is basically Mamma Mia! without ABBA...and who doesn't want to escape to a fun frivolous world as that?

And I really want to shove ice cream into Egan's face. Badly.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

"...you should get off the train here in Vienna..."

An unexpected moment of romance occurred as I was making my journey from A to B yesterday evening. I probably should have got off the tube - but then I wouldn't have been ship shape for another big day at work.

Being responsible is overrated.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Monday, June 14, 2010

Emotions via Amy Adams.

Excitement.

Work is exhilarating. And any fears I had have disappeared. That is what I, and Miss Adams, would call a good day.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

"Did you say something, sir?"

"A few times in my life I've had moments of absolute clarity, when for a few brief seconds the silence drowns out the noise and I can feel rather than think, and things seem so sharp and the world seems so fresh. I can never make these moments last. I cling to them, but like everything, they fade. I have lived my life on these moments. They pull me back to the present, and I realise that everything is exactly the way it was meant to be."

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Who's the daddy?

A) Sam Carmichael

B) Bill Anderson

C) Harry Bright

A tough choice. James Bond vs. that man who raped Nicole Kidman in Dogville vs. Mark Darcy.

Perhaps Amanda Seyfried had the right idea - have all three!!

Sunday, June 13, 2010

"What you are is an out-of-control, suicidal, blind alcoholic."

I was given Julia as celebratory gift of an anniversary that would also become the conclusion of my recent dead shark. It would seem the film is rather like a kiss from Judas as my first viewing was somewhere within the end of my previous dead shark. Romantic, eh? Attempting to empower her disappointing life, Julia Harris finds herself embroiled in a multi-faceted kidnap that is as dysfunctional as her past. It should not be refreshing viewing for the recently single. The first time it left me discomforted; Tilda Swinton injected a sympathetic human struggle that forces audiences to empathise with her foul creation (which should have earned her a second Oscar). This second time I didn't only feel for Julia, I actively rooted for her.

Revealing her true relationship with the boy she has kidnapped, she is labelled "nothing." She is not the boy's mother, she is not married to the boy's father and, in this moment, she should have no voice within the vile corruption she has created. She is nothing. And her ambitions to become something have only deteriorated her situation further. She remains unaware of this, continuing to plunder when she most characters would have conceded defeat. This is not the reason to root for her character (it is not strength but idiocity that fuels Julia), instead it is the final moment where Julia foregoes her desired victory for a more rewarding success. She redeems herself and offers a conclusion (albeit a naive one) that there is underlying goodness in everyone, even a monster like Julia. Now, isn't that something to root for?

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Smile. In Her Shoes.

"Does this make me your bitch?"

Friday, June 11, 2010

A relationship is like a shark.

"I think what we've got on our hands is a dead shark"

I had a dead shark on my hands. Now I'm free. Or so I hope.

Tuesday, June 08, 2010

Return to Neverland.

"We just wanted to drown her."

I returned to London to find the Irish weather I had avoided during my weekend in the land of the leprechauns. What is up with that?? Still it was more favourable welcome than the female envy that meets Wendy Darling as she travels with Peter Pan to Neverland. Poor girl, she must compete with Tinker Bell, mermaids and Indians for the asexual affections of Peter. I'm still at a loss to why they are so attracted to him - is it the eternal manchild thing? Women in Disney are continually searching for their happy ending and they're not going to aim for the Lost Boys or Captain Hook, are they?

My return to Disney does indeed mean a green light for Disney orientated dissertation; I have defeated my own villainy and must now proceed to walk off into the sunset. Right?

Thursday, June 03, 2010

An interval.

I'm off to Ireland. That means you can expect silence from me until I return, that is if - and this may be a pretty BIG 'if' - I miraculously escape the Oirish pitfalls of:

A) atrocious weather,

B) drunken Irish stereotypes,

C) a hoard of cows,

D) an Irish rogue played by an Englishman,

E) more atrocious weather,

and/or F) a faulty automobile.

Somehow I think I'll survive.

Thursday, June 03, 2010

What Is A Baby?