Robe Raider and the Cradle of Filth
I'm currently hiring graduation robes. Somewhat reluctantly.
Slowly sensing that same feeling I had back at 6th form where as soon as I got my results I couldn't wait to run screaming from the place. Which in retrospect hits a dangerous level of irony because I think I'm ready to run screaming *back* there. I miss the weirdly random chats with weirdly random people in weirdly random places (misfits don't sit in the common room). I miss Mr Bateman ;). And quite probably miss the three years of hope I still had before me......erm, where was I? - Do I really want to go through a graduation ceremony?
Anyways, Happy Birthday to Mauve! My baby of 4 years. Hmm, starting-school age.
No, you can't have a picspam. Not just yet. Not until I can communicate with the dead, i.e my laptop.
And in Chris-related news, watched Cradle of Life (or indeed, Cradle of Filth as it keeps getting called round here) with my Mum. All of it for the first time. As in, watching it in chronilogical order whilst resisting the urge to find the fast-forward button for the first time.
Hmm. That film still puzzles me. *Why* don't I like it much? I loved the first. I mean, the acting's alright, the editing fine, the music no problem, special effects faultless, and even the story - the idea of Pandora's Box, nicely similar to that of Indiana Jones' Holy Grail - is fine in concept. And yet it's just....blah. For the most of it, I mean I enjoyed the stick-fighting (duh) and the Cradle sequence was actually rather good. But everything else is just a little...blah. It's like, it takes itself too seriously. The first film was silly and it *knew* it. This one's lacking a bit of soul somehow. Weird.
I didn't even find Angelina quite as gorgeous as I did first time around. In Lara Croft: Tomb Raider she was 100% gorgeous, cute, I'm-drooling-along-with-the-teenage-boys-jerking-off stunning. Here, she's maybe 97%.
Don't know what my Mum thought of Chris (still puzzling over how she suddenly knows the ins and outs of his schooling) but she seems to like Gerald Butler. He's alright, bit o' rough, although he doesn't really do it for me. Now, Daniel Craig did - I read some of the first film's publicity stuff today and apparently he was signed up for two sequels. Hmm, it looks much changing of minds somewhere. I love the fact that the first film believed in equality when it came to its shower scenes...
...Why am I nearly regurgitating my essay?
"This physical display has particular significance in relation to understanding gendered identity. The construction of both the male action hero and the female heroine is saturated with issues of masculinity and femininity, regardless of the gender of the hero in question. As we shall see, the action genre is possibly one of the places in cinema where the display of the male body is more likely to appear, despite it being traditionally a male-dominated genre, and therefore there are plenty of issues of masculinity and spectatorship to be explored."
She said. Blah-ingly.
Slowly sensing that same feeling I had back at 6th form where as soon as I got my results I couldn't wait to run screaming from the place. Which in retrospect hits a dangerous level of irony because I think I'm ready to run screaming *back* there. I miss the weirdly random chats with weirdly random people in weirdly random places (misfits don't sit in the common room). I miss Mr Bateman ;). And quite probably miss the three years of hope I still had before me......erm, where was I? - Do I really want to go through a graduation ceremony?
Anyways, Happy Birthday to Mauve! My baby of 4 years. Hmm, starting-school age.
No, you can't have a picspam. Not just yet. Not until I can communicate with the dead, i.e my laptop.
And in Chris-related news, watched Cradle of Life (or indeed, Cradle of Filth as it keeps getting called round here) with my Mum. All of it for the first time. As in, watching it in chronilogical order whilst resisting the urge to find the fast-forward button for the first time.
Hmm. That film still puzzles me. *Why* don't I like it much? I loved the first. I mean, the acting's alright, the editing fine, the music no problem, special effects faultless, and even the story - the idea of Pandora's Box, nicely similar to that of Indiana Jones' Holy Grail - is fine in concept. And yet it's just....blah. For the most of it, I mean I enjoyed the stick-fighting (duh) and the Cradle sequence was actually rather good. But everything else is just a little...blah. It's like, it takes itself too seriously. The first film was silly and it *knew* it. This one's lacking a bit of soul somehow. Weird.
I didn't even find Angelina quite as gorgeous as I did first time around. In Lara Croft: Tomb Raider she was 100% gorgeous, cute, I'm-drooling-along-with-the-teenage-boys-jerking-off stunning. Here, she's maybe 97%.
Don't know what my Mum thought of Chris (still puzzling over how she suddenly knows the ins and outs of his schooling) but she seems to like Gerald Butler. He's alright, bit o' rough, although he doesn't really do it for me. Now, Daniel Craig did - I read some of the first film's publicity stuff today and apparently he was signed up for two sequels. Hmm, it looks much changing of minds somewhere. I love the fact that the first film believed in equality when it came to its shower scenes...
...Why am I nearly regurgitating my essay?
"This physical display has particular significance in relation to understanding gendered identity. The construction of both the male action hero and the female heroine is saturated with issues of masculinity and femininity, regardless of the gender of the hero in question. As we shall see, the action genre is possibly one of the places in cinema where the display of the male body is more likely to appear, despite it being traditionally a male-dominated genre, and therefore there are plenty of issues of masculinity and spectatorship to be explored."
She said. Blah-ingly.