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What have I been up to? Not all that much, as it happens. Since coming back from Cardiff I have spent all of my weeks at work and all of my weekends visiting one parent or another.
My best friend from when I was small got married, which was just kinda scary cos she's only 4 days older than me and now she has a husband. But it was also lovely and sweet and they're clearly in love and it was just nice.
I watched my brother in a couple of shows, one of which was Return to the Forbidden Planet, which reminded me just why it is one of my top 3 favourite musicals (I don't have a favourite. I have a top 3 of Return to the Forbidden Planet, Les Miserables and La Cage Aux Folles, which are all so absoultely different that I could never compare them to pick an absolute top).
And I had a lovely day out in Brighton with requiem2adream where we wandered around town, got cookies and had long and intense conversations about comic books. Perfect day really.
Oh and I continued working on my group project which I posted about a while back. I have to work with some complete morons, but I've ranted enough about them IRL to want to do it here. Also the project is nearly over; on Thursday we are presenting our findings to a group of people that includes the CEO of the companly (*ulp*).
Also coming up, I am going to see Doctor Faustus at the Globe, starring Arthur Darvill as Mephistopheles. JOY. It is a very slightly belated birthday present to Hayley, which I in no way picked because I really wanted to see it too. Nu-uh.
And that's pretty much it. My driving lessons continue, and we're ramping up to show time with the chorus show.
So, on to the review.
Fourplay (2001)
On my list because Colin Firth. And what an odd little film this is. For starters, Colin Firth has ridiculous ridculous facial hair.
See?
So, the plot? Colin Firth is, I think, some kind of television producer or something, and he is married to an American who is the star of some really crap and unfunny looking sitcom. They are friends with an American who is one of the principal writers on the awful sitcom and is married to the French make up girl.
Jack Dee also plays a writer and he just kind of confuses me because my hindbrain keeps throwing up the adjective "hot" to describe him whilst the rest of me goes "but it's Jack Dee" and it all just does not compute.
This all takes place in Hollywood London, where the only parts of London that exist are inside the Circle Line, and even then, only the nice bits. Also, whilst this film claims to have been made in 2001, the tragic curtains (the hairstyle, I mean), the power suits and the quality of the film stock, all proclaim this to have been made in the mid-90s.
Colin Firth's character frequents the most stereotypical pub you can imagine, where beer is still served in pint mugs with handles. Apparently he used to get drunk and beat people up, but I just can't imagine it. Not even later in the film when he does get drunk and beat people up.
So, The Writer and The Star (you think I really cared enough to remember names?) share a possibly drunken kiss at some point and this stirs a mutual longing in them. They notice the The Producer and The Make-Up Artist share much more in common than they have with their actual spouses and also seem to have an attraction thing going on between them.
The Writer and The Star then decide that it's not really cheating if the other too have sex with each other *first* so they spring a trap by planning a dual-couple retreat to a country B&B and then crying off at the last minute, leaving the other two to go to the romantic getaway
alone. Except they're not alone because the two Americans have secretly set up shop in the room next door where they can hear if the others have sex through the incredibly thin walls. (This plan having been inspired by Jack Dee complaining about staying in the same place and hearing the couple next door all weekend). Then some "wacky hijinks" ensue with them having to swap rooms in order to be able to hear what occurs.
It transpires, however, that hearing your spouse cheating on you isn't actually much of a turn on, and so The Americans are disappointed. Their day gets even worse, however when it turns out that The Producer and The Make Up-Artist have decided that they are in love and they want divorces and then subsequently marry each other. The Writer and The Star get together, largely, it seems, in order to have something to do.
The Producer and The Make-Up Artist have some relationship difficulties and she wants to have counselling, but he, being all English and
reserved and shit doesn't want to, and only consents to go if they go to some chap he knows who isn't actually a relationship councillor, but
specialises in work-place relationships. This is none other than Stephen Fry who swiftly becomes the best thing about the movie and has
spectacularly floofy hair, of which, unfortunately, I cannot find a picture.
The best part of the whole film is Colin Firth and Stephen Fry being incredibly English at each other whilst desperately trying not to discuss Colin Firth's sex life.
Then some other shit happens that I really don't care about where it turns out that The Producer and The Make-Up Artist's relationship is
much stronger than The Writer and The Star's so the former stay together while the latter fall apart.
So I guess the moral of the story is don't encourage your partner to cheat on you so that you can have sex with someone else?
Yeah...
Also, I discover this movie also goes under the title of Londinium, which I can't decide if it is better or worse than Fourplay. It's not entirely
as pretentious as is sounds because The Make-Up artist writes a book called Londinium in the film (a fact I found too boring to remember
until now)
This film was just... odd. And pointless.
My best friend from when I was small got married, which was just kinda scary cos she's only 4 days older than me and now she has a husband. But it was also lovely and sweet and they're clearly in love and it was just nice.
I watched my brother in a couple of shows, one of which was Return to the Forbidden Planet, which reminded me just why it is one of my top 3 favourite musicals (I don't have a favourite. I have a top 3 of Return to the Forbidden Planet, Les Miserables and La Cage Aux Folles, which are all so absoultely different that I could never compare them to pick an absolute top).
And I had a lovely day out in Brighton with requiem2adream where we wandered around town, got cookies and had long and intense conversations about comic books. Perfect day really.
Oh and I continued working on my group project which I posted about a while back. I have to work with some complete morons, but I've ranted enough about them IRL to want to do it here. Also the project is nearly over; on Thursday we are presenting our findings to a group of people that includes the CEO of the companly (*ulp*).
Also coming up, I am going to see Doctor Faustus at the Globe, starring Arthur Darvill as Mephistopheles. JOY. It is a very slightly belated birthday present to Hayley, which I in no way picked because I really wanted to see it too. Nu-uh.
And that's pretty much it. My driving lessons continue, and we're ramping up to show time with the chorus show.
So, on to the review.
Fourplay (2001)
On my list because Colin Firth. And what an odd little film this is. For starters, Colin Firth has ridiculous ridculous facial hair.
See?
So, the plot? Colin Firth is, I think, some kind of television producer or something, and he is married to an American who is the star of some really crap and unfunny looking sitcom. They are friends with an American who is one of the principal writers on the awful sitcom and is married to the French make up girl.
Jack Dee also plays a writer and he just kind of confuses me because my hindbrain keeps throwing up the adjective "hot" to describe him whilst the rest of me goes "but it's Jack Dee" and it all just does not compute.
This all takes place in Hollywood London, where the only parts of London that exist are inside the Circle Line, and even then, only the nice bits. Also, whilst this film claims to have been made in 2001, the tragic curtains (the hairstyle, I mean), the power suits and the quality of the film stock, all proclaim this to have been made in the mid-90s.
Colin Firth's character frequents the most stereotypical pub you can imagine, where beer is still served in pint mugs with handles. Apparently he used to get drunk and beat people up, but I just can't imagine it. Not even later in the film when he does get drunk and beat people up.
So, The Writer and The Star (you think I really cared enough to remember names?) share a possibly drunken kiss at some point and this stirs a mutual longing in them. They notice the The Producer and The Make-Up Artist share much more in common than they have with their actual spouses and also seem to have an attraction thing going on between them.
The Writer and The Star then decide that it's not really cheating if the other too have sex with each other *first* so they spring a trap by planning a dual-couple retreat to a country B&B and then crying off at the last minute, leaving the other two to go to the romantic getaway
alone. Except they're not alone because the two Americans have secretly set up shop in the room next door where they can hear if the others have sex through the incredibly thin walls. (This plan having been inspired by Jack Dee complaining about staying in the same place and hearing the couple next door all weekend). Then some "wacky hijinks" ensue with them having to swap rooms in order to be able to hear what occurs.
It transpires, however, that hearing your spouse cheating on you isn't actually much of a turn on, and so The Americans are disappointed. Their day gets even worse, however when it turns out that The Producer and The Make Up-Artist have decided that they are in love and they want divorces and then subsequently marry each other. The Writer and The Star get together, largely, it seems, in order to have something to do.
The Producer and The Make-Up Artist have some relationship difficulties and she wants to have counselling, but he, being all English and
reserved and shit doesn't want to, and only consents to go if they go to some chap he knows who isn't actually a relationship councillor, but
specialises in work-place relationships. This is none other than Stephen Fry who swiftly becomes the best thing about the movie and has
spectacularly floofy hair, of which, unfortunately, I cannot find a picture.
The best part of the whole film is Colin Firth and Stephen Fry being incredibly English at each other whilst desperately trying not to discuss Colin Firth's sex life.
Then some other shit happens that I really don't care about where it turns out that The Producer and The Make-Up Artist's relationship is
much stronger than The Writer and The Star's so the former stay together while the latter fall apart.
So I guess the moral of the story is don't encourage your partner to cheat on you so that you can have sex with someone else?
Yeah...
Also, I discover this movie also goes under the title of Londinium, which I can't decide if it is better or worse than Fourplay. It's not entirely
as pretentious as is sounds because The Make-Up artist writes a book called Londinium in the film (a fact I found too boring to remember
until now)
This film was just... odd. And pointless.