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Friday 26 October 2012
Sunday 14 October 2012
About 'About Elly', about life
As I mentioned briefly a few weeks ago, things have been happening here at Unperky Towers, quite thick and fast, like a big river of things. I even found a twenty pound note today in my washing. Mental.
I've been moving into my new place, getting on with a new (and sadly final) year of university, being extremely excellent and manufacturing my own brand of radioactive children's toys. The usual kind of thing. This has unfortunately not left a lot of time for what I shall call creative growth, because I like to say things that will make people hate me. One of my main exploits this year is being on the committee for a university film society, which at least means that I've been keeping up pretty well with cinema and will get to see at least one or two things I've not seen before each week. Otherwise my artistic imports and exports have gone to fuck. I've barely read, not listened to any music, and I've not even set up the new TV I bought a month ago. As you've noticed, I've not written anything either. My schedule only seems to get heavier as the weeks go on, so I am unsure of how much time I will have for...anything. I can only hope my life will magically make room. Or I could spend less time curled up under blankets. Quite frankly that's an essential though.
Reading this back I can tell that I haven't written in a while, because when I'm out of practice my prose reads like something Jack Nicholson might have typed in The Shining. I really do apologise. I'll learn how to string sentences together again one day. (You really know you've got bad when you're looking back at your teenage poetry and wishing you still had the same level of skill and nuance.) But if I keep babbling, eventually it'll start to sound better. Somehow.
As mentioned, the one thing I have done arts-wise lately is watch films. Here are some mini-reviews from the past month.
About Elly - Iranian film from the director of the subtle intrigueathon A Separation. A group of friends go on a beach holiday, including the eponymous schoolteacher, but when she goes missing tensions arise as the rest of the group tries frantically to work out what to do. It impresses in the same way that A Separation did - it shows you a relatively large number of characters, makes them incredibly well-rounded in a short space of time, and puts them in a tough situation where no-one is good and no-one is evil, but everyone is understandable. It's artful in a way that I don't think I've seen in any other director's work. There's also some stuff about the role of women and class divides and religion and culture (though the film's cast of characters are all from a more well-off and slightly Westernised background), but it never pushes that at you. What amazes is the way the characters and their interplay is better expressed and more detailed in two hours than in some TV shows spanning several seasons. (Except Breaking Bad, of course. Nothing beats Breaking Bad..)
Lawless - fun if fairly standard Prohibition-era movie, from the mind of Australian-born goth-folk-rocker and Burger King enthusiast Nick Cave. (I have heard more than one person report seeing him in the Burger King in Hove. Keep an eye out.) Tom Hardy makes a fantastic performance of grunting while Shia LeBeouf surprises the world by not being shit. Everyone slicks back their hair and acts a bit bluff and manly. Guy Pearce creeps everyone out. All have a good time but will probably have forgotten it in six months.
I've got two more mini-reviews coming up (possibly maxi-reviews if I have the time), but I'm typing this between VITAL APPOINTMENTS so I'll just have to post this for now.
Bye etc.
I've been moving into my new place, getting on with a new (and sadly final) year of university, being extremely excellent and manufacturing my own brand of radioactive children's toys. The usual kind of thing. This has unfortunately not left a lot of time for what I shall call creative growth, because I like to say things that will make people hate me. One of my main exploits this year is being on the committee for a university film society, which at least means that I've been keeping up pretty well with cinema and will get to see at least one or two things I've not seen before each week. Otherwise my artistic imports and exports have gone to fuck. I've barely read, not listened to any music, and I've not even set up the new TV I bought a month ago. As you've noticed, I've not written anything either. My schedule only seems to get heavier as the weeks go on, so I am unsure of how much time I will have for...anything. I can only hope my life will magically make room. Or I could spend less time curled up under blankets. Quite frankly that's an essential though.
Reading this back I can tell that I haven't written in a while, because when I'm out of practice my prose reads like something Jack Nicholson might have typed in The Shining. I really do apologise. I'll learn how to string sentences together again one day. (You really know you've got bad when you're looking back at your teenage poetry and wishing you still had the same level of skill and nuance.) But if I keep babbling, eventually it'll start to sound better. Somehow.
As mentioned, the one thing I have done arts-wise lately is watch films. Here are some mini-reviews from the past month.
About Elly - Iranian film from the director of the subtle intrigueathon A Separation. A group of friends go on a beach holiday, including the eponymous schoolteacher, but when she goes missing tensions arise as the rest of the group tries frantically to work out what to do. It impresses in the same way that A Separation did - it shows you a relatively large number of characters, makes them incredibly well-rounded in a short space of time, and puts them in a tough situation where no-one is good and no-one is evil, but everyone is understandable. It's artful in a way that I don't think I've seen in any other director's work. There's also some stuff about the role of women and class divides and religion and culture (though the film's cast of characters are all from a more well-off and slightly Westernised background), but it never pushes that at you. What amazes is the way the characters and their interplay is better expressed and more detailed in two hours than in some TV shows spanning several seasons. (Except Breaking Bad, of course. Nothing beats Breaking Bad..)
Lawless - fun if fairly standard Prohibition-era movie, from the mind of Australian-born goth-folk-rocker and Burger King enthusiast Nick Cave. (I have heard more than one person report seeing him in the Burger King in Hove. Keep an eye out.) Tom Hardy makes a fantastic performance of grunting while Shia LeBeouf surprises the world by not being shit. Everyone slicks back their hair and acts a bit bluff and manly. Guy Pearce creeps everyone out. All have a good time but will probably have forgotten it in six months.
I've got two more mini-reviews coming up (possibly maxi-reviews if I have the time), but I'm typing this between VITAL APPOINTMENTS so I'll just have to post this for now.
Bye etc.
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