Category Archives: Films

It’s Been A While…

Yeah, it certainly has been a while.

In fact, it’s nearly been two months since I wrote anything on here. The reason? I just couldn’t be bothered. Still, I’m not abandoning the whole thing just yet. I figured it’d be fun just to dip into on the odd occasion. Whenever it takes my fancy.

Not that I’m making excuses – I’m waaay past that now! – but a hell of a lot has happened in the last two-ish months. So where do I start? Well, firstly, I had an eventful christmas, along with millions of others around the world, which was quickly followed by a three week burst of revision for some Chemistry and History exams; perhaps there were a few less people doing that. But…I’m sure I wasn’t the only one.


Music —> I saw Kaiser Chiefs again; it seemed a bit lame, really, and wasn’t half as fun as when I saw them at the Apollo earlier in the year. Arctic Monkeys were fantastic but I didn’t quite get close enough to the front to get the most out of it. Also, Bloc Party now stand at joint 1st in my best gigs of all time – alongside Muse at Wembley. Adding to the pleasure of Bloc Party’s gig were the superb support acts; The Cribs were great fun (I almost forgot how awful that man’s voice is!) but they weren’t nearly as incredible as Foals. I’ve fallen in love with their music since that concert and am impatiently waiting for the release of ‘Antidotes’ in March. I’ve got a few crappy quality tracks to keep me going but am craving Cassius like nothing else right now. I need it so much and can’t even find a crummy radio rip to satisfy the need. It seems I’ll have to wait for March.

Elsewhere, I’ve made a New Year’s resolution to read more; its going great so far. At this rate, I’ll have more than doubled the length of last year’s reading list. It seems the ‘Penguin Popular Classics’ that sell for £1.89 on Amazon are incredibly useful. I’ve got a nice big pile of luminous green books at the side of my bed just waiting to be read.

Something else that’s been consuming a lot more of my money is DVDs. I decided over christmas that I quite enjoy watching a good film before going to bed and so have proceeded to try and build a collection that could rival my CDs number. Of course, that’ll be expensive and will require a lot more time but I’m having fun with what I’ve got so far.

If I get my act together I might even post on here a bit more frequently. Now that exams are out the way. All that remains is to get into a half-decent university! I have an interview at UCL the week after next…..and it’s in french!! Ah well, that’s what I applied for, after all.


If you’re looking for someone to blame for the return of my relentless internet littering, look to the blogroll on the right; it’s their fault for not posting as often as they ought to. I’ve been deprived of good quality blogging recently and that’s what has turned me back towards my own.




A post written to the sound of fireworks…

At this very moment, I’m having a short break from some reading that I’m desperately trying to get done. The book has to be finished for Wednesday. Anyway, to fill this little gap, and before I head off to bed to do my final leg of reading for the evening, I’ll talk a little about a film I went to see over the weekend with my friends.

When there’s a large group of you, it’s always going to be a bit of a struggle to get everyone else to see the film you want to see. It appeared that on Saturday, we were split into three camps; those wanting to see the new Ian Curtis film, ‘Control’, those wanting to see ‘Stardust’ and those who just couldn’t care less. Personally, I was all in favour of ‘Control’. After convincing the ‘Stardust’ party that their film was too childish (which I based solely on the fact that it’s a PG), we ended up going to see my choice.

I thought the film was brilliant. True, it was never going to be an uplifting experience but considering the subject matter, I was surprised at the number of times I found myself laughing – and let me assure you that is not due to a sick sense of humour. Also, a lot of the laughs came from the band’s manager, who had an extremely blunt way of dealing with people. That aside, though, it was, for the most part, a fantastic film. Being shot in black and white worked brilliantly, too; although I’m sure one of my friends would say otherwise. So, if you’ve not already seen it, get down to the cinema to see ‘Control’ as soon as possible.

Well, It’s now about time that I got back to doing some reading. I can’t see myself getting to sleep all that easily tonight either, as it’s now just after half past eleven at night and the fireworks are only just starting to stop going off. As for the parties, though, they’re still roaring. Ah well, I do love the smell on bonfire night! Weird, eh?

The Discovery of Black & White


I’m no film buff. Let that be known.

The DVD collection in my room probably exceeds no more than 25 in number and the majority of these are live music DVDs, not ‘proper’ films. Sure, I have my favourite films and go to the cinema on a regular basis but my knowledge of this vast world is pretty restricted. When we go to the cinema (usually on a Friday evening), my friends and I are never in the mood for anything too heavy-going, meaning we usually end up seeing something that’s not all that memorable and only good for a bit of light entertainment.

Now, black and white has always been a no-go zone for me. Why watch them? They’re old, boring and the kind of rubbish that TV channels use to fill up any leftover daytime slots with, knowing that only the retired or unemployed will be watching. Right? Well, it turns out I was wrong.

As explained yesterday, I began to make preparations for any potential university interviews by buying a few French films on DVD from throughout the last 50 or so years. Now, I’ve not got through them all just yet but the two I have watched were made in the early 50s and directed by a Henri-Georges Clouzot. Knowing almost nothing about French cinema, I decided to go for a couple that had won some awards and could provide me with a good starting point. The two films in question, Les Diaboliques and Le Salaire de la peur both turned out to be worth their weight in 1950s cinema awards. The former is a bit of a mystery with a completely unexpected twist at the end and the latter is more of an action-packed thriller that has more than a few moments that remind me of the final scene of ‘The Italian Job’.

Anyway, all that these films have taught me is that I shouldn’t ignore any films simply because they’re older than me or are shot in black and white; I now look forward to getting my hands on a few more films from outside the post-2000 bracket. What that will result in, I have no idea.