Photos by Nik Daum
I’m sort of laughing along to Fever and Mirrors because I feel like I should be drinking red wine and feeling pretty miserable about being alone on a Saturday night writing “film reviews” that are pointless but quite frankly I’m not. I might feel a little stagnant, unmotivated, confused (though I am always confused) and I miss all my friends but I am not sad, and this is a small triumph for me considering that 2013 has been my least successful year in all facets of my life thus far.
Beautiful Creatures (2013). Directed by Richard LaGravenese
Ethan longs to escape his small Southern town. He meets a mysterious new girl, Lena. Together, they uncover dark secrets about their respective families, their history and their town.
It wasn’t until the end credits started rolling that I realised I’d been lured to an adaptation of paranormal young adult fiction. That aside this was surprisingly good, though I am an absolute sucker for this kind of shit (I have been eagerly anticipating the release of Warm Bodies, which I have now seen).
The young gentleman of the piece, played by Alden Ehrenreich (who is going to be popping up again in Stoker, another of my anticipated films for the year), is weirdly charismatic and charming despite not being insanely attractive. But his character, despite growing up in the deep south and being surrounded by hard core religious types, is driven, intelligent, passionate and has a penchant for the types of books on his school’s banned list; the first time you see him he wakes from a dream and a copy of Slaughter House Five that was propped open on his chest falls to the floor. His stunning counterpart in the form of Alice Englert is witty, sassy, intelligent and complex and watching them fall in love and all that other garbage is just so easy to lap up like a comforting mug of hot chocolate. I’m conflicted. I’m loving every minute of it but I hate myself.
I feel like there’s a positive message about womanhood and destiny thrown in somewhere amongst all the fun of what this was.
Svidrigailov, Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky
Anthony and his emergency kebab.
I miss Melbourne.
I miss everyone because I am neither here nor there ;_;
I finally scanned my latest lot of film negatives that I had developed weeks ago. Mostly from Melbourne and ATP back in February. Popping out gradually over at my photo blog.
Men at large feel like they are being robbed of something when an attractive woman with a 90% chance of developing breast cancer gets a double mastectomy.
What better illustration of the male sense of sexual entitlement do you need?
Scream 2 (1997). Directed by Wes Craven
Two years after the events of the first film, a new psychopath dons the “Ghost face” costume and a new string of murders begin.
Scream 3 (2000). Directed by Wes Craven
Ghostface pays Sidney and her friends a third visit while they visit the set of “Stab 3”, the third movie based upon the Woodsboro murders.
Scream 4 (2011). Directed by Wes Craven
Ten years have passed, and Sidney Prescott, who has put herself back together thanks in part to her writing, is visited by the Ghostface Killer.
Watching all these films was exhausting. Especially since no one cares about slasher films anymore.
I remember watching the first Scream film as a ten year old kid (roughly) and some girl I went to school with told me about how it traumatised a young girl in the States who refused to come out from under her bed. God, children are really stupid.
But now watching these movies as an adult I understand they are supposed to be meta, or whatever but like I said no one cares. I guess it’s fun to predict who is going to get popped off next and a lot of unexpected actors decided to take part in the franchise. I never want to watch these again though, unless they’re playing in the background of a party I’m throwing and I don’t throw parties.
Kit Harington in Venice #3
I wish I had the inclination to watch the Colbert Report more often. I’m only just watching his Hobbit/LOTR interviews now. And when did I become such a sucker for Martin Freeman, he’s a 40+ year old dude.
Early birthday present from me to me. #jamesblake #loveyoustkilda
The Loneliest Planet (2011). Directed by Julia Loktev
An engaged couple’s backpacking trip in the Caucasus Mountains is derailed by a single misstep that threatens to undo everything the pair believed about each other and about themselves.
So far this has probably been the most boring film I’ve seen all year. Not even Gael himself or the gorgeous scenery could distract me from checking imdb so I knew the run time and exactly when it would finish.