"It never ends." "Yeah, a bit like this film."
Last night I saw "Watchmen" at the cinema in Roppongi. I haven't read the graphic novel, so I knew very little about it, aside from the very mixed reviews it received. As far as
jennerose told me, it was quite faithful to the book, however, one can always get away with meandering and plotlessness to a degree in a book, but in a film it's much more difficult to pull off. There were numerous moments when I wondered when exactly something was going to happen, and when it did happen there was so little anticipation of it that I couldn't really care about it. I felt the Minutemen were superfluous to the film, and should have stayed in the opening credits, as they took too much away from the main characters. And the sex scene in Archie was probably one of the most squirm-making I've had to endure. Just cringeworthy.
Yet there were moments when I enjoyed it. I thought some of the dialogue was good, and it was visually pleasing... but... Anyway, I may read the book and see how I feel about it then.
In other news, my school was visited by the sister of the company president on Wednesday. I thought something odd was afoot, as a friend of mine in Gifu had told me about a visit her school had had from the same woman, which involved the liberal flinging of salt all over the school, causing the manager to go into panicked vacuuming mode before the students arrived. I therefore came as no surprise when a little woman came wandering into my classroom unannounced carrying a huge bag of yellow salt, which she proceeded to distribute across my carpet in varying amounts, according to whatever seemed to be offending her. She was muttering something in Japanese, but broke off momentarily to address my rather confused countenance:
"Good luck!" she said in English, gesturing at the bag of piss-coloured salt.
"Err, thanks." I replied.
"You can clean it up afterwards," she proceeded to tell me in Japanese, before waddling out of the room.
She took particular offense to another teacher's classroom, where she not only doused the carpet, but also the chairs, table, stereo and bin in huge handfuls of the stuff. He wandered in half-way through, unaware of what was going on, to be met with a terse "Tidy! Tidy!"
Good luck? Well, in the process of clearing up, one manager cut her finger open, and the vacuum cleaner broke and is now unusable, meaning we have to dip into the school fund (that's the fund for buying nice things for school, not hoovers) to buy a new one. We also found that she had deposited small paper packets of salt beneath the desks and behind the doors of the school. I began to wonder if there may not be some sort of exorcism going on here, and whether or not I should go put some more makeup on incase one of the Winchesters turned up.
I actually bothered me a good deal and I spent that night having a fit of insomnia, trying to figure out what I would do if the company went under. I mean, I guess that's why she was there - trying to fix financial problems with salt. Should my little ratty self be preparing to jump ship? This visit has destoryed what little confidence I had left.
I keep seeing adverts to go and work in Okinawa for the summer doing beach stuff. I would take them up on the offer, but then I remember sunburn and debts.
jennerose told me, it was quite faithful to the book, however, one can always get away with meandering and plotlessness to a degree in a book, but in a film it's much more difficult to pull off. There were numerous moments when I wondered when exactly something was going to happen, and when it did happen there was so little anticipation of it that I couldn't really care about it. I felt the Minutemen were superfluous to the film, and should have stayed in the opening credits, as they took too much away from the main characters. And the sex scene in Archie was probably one of the most squirm-making I've had to endure. Just cringeworthy.
Yet there were moments when I enjoyed it. I thought some of the dialogue was good, and it was visually pleasing... but... Anyway, I may read the book and see how I feel about it then.
In other news, my school was visited by the sister of the company president on Wednesday. I thought something odd was afoot, as a friend of mine in Gifu had told me about a visit her school had had from the same woman, which involved the liberal flinging of salt all over the school, causing the manager to go into panicked vacuuming mode before the students arrived. I therefore came as no surprise when a little woman came wandering into my classroom unannounced carrying a huge bag of yellow salt, which she proceeded to distribute across my carpet in varying amounts, according to whatever seemed to be offending her. She was muttering something in Japanese, but broke off momentarily to address my rather confused countenance:
"Good luck!" she said in English, gesturing at the bag of piss-coloured salt.
"Err, thanks." I replied.
"You can clean it up afterwards," she proceeded to tell me in Japanese, before waddling out of the room.
She took particular offense to another teacher's classroom, where she not only doused the carpet, but also the chairs, table, stereo and bin in huge handfuls of the stuff. He wandered in half-way through, unaware of what was going on, to be met with a terse "Tidy! Tidy!"
Good luck? Well, in the process of clearing up, one manager cut her finger open, and the vacuum cleaner broke and is now unusable, meaning we have to dip into the school fund (that's the fund for buying nice things for school, not hoovers) to buy a new one. We also found that she had deposited small paper packets of salt beneath the desks and behind the doors of the school. I began to wonder if there may not be some sort of exorcism going on here, and whether or not I should go put some more makeup on incase one of the Winchesters turned up.
I actually bothered me a good deal and I spent that night having a fit of insomnia, trying to figure out what I would do if the company went under. I mean, I guess that's why she was there - trying to fix financial problems with salt. Should my little ratty self be preparing to jump ship? This visit has destoryed what little confidence I had left.
I keep seeing adverts to go and work in Okinawa for the summer doing beach stuff. I would take them up on the offer, but then I remember sunburn and debts.