Tales from #FFW
I, apparently, sound considerably posher in real life than I do on the internet. This is presuably because my writing is in my headvoice which is primarily that of my Dad, and he's from Salford. Not that location affects poshness, but it does kind of have an effect on perception of poshness.
My actual out loud voice, on the other hand, is more a product of where I grew up, and well, I went to school in Eton.
No, not Eton-the-school. You'd know if that. Just Eton-the-place, or near to it. That's probably the nearest town you've heard of, anyway. And talking about where I went to school isn't like saying which school I went to, so that's a score I don't get on the Daily Mail's Posh Test.
For the record, I scored 3, which is one less than my host this weekend, the lovely miss_s_b but only because I'm informed Prosecco is a kind of ham, so why would I know that?
It's Fantastic Films this weekend, so I'm in Bradford, watching films. And, thanks to shrublette, two episodes of what I hear is currently being called 'new new Who'. She chose to subject me to the one with the spitfires in space (Spitfires! In Space!) and the one with the lesbian vampires. I don't know how this seven year old knows me so well, but they were definitely fun.
Compare and contrast that to Century Falls, because watching a kids show created in the early 1990s is exactly the same as watching the hugely popular science fiction programme helmed by the same writer ten years later. I didn't much have an opinion of Russel T Davies before, and I don't have much of one now, except that I sincerely hope, for the sake of every aspiring write who loves the old new Who, that his dialogue improved by leaps since then.
The short films weren't bad as a whole - Joey Wong looks like a name to watch out for, but he's got a helluva lot of improving to do if his "mannequins kill some unpleasant young people" film Killer Display is anything to go by. The entire price of admission, though, was justified by the excellent German film Arbeit für Alle (Full Employment). If you ever get the chance to see this film, take it! I just can't link to a trailer or talk about it without spoilering.
My regrettably late edcucation in classic horror films progressed with Matthew Hopkins: Witchfinder General, which was utterly fantastic, combining my two loves of disturbing horror and a marvelously reactionary hero, who even got the dramatic posing right. Penny (see link above) is right that the ending is unexpected (in tone, not in outcome) and it really sealed the horror.
The highlight of the day, on top of all that, though, was the chance to see Psycho on the big screen, in glorious, crisp digital film. It was thrilling, terrifying, and absolutely as good as it's always been. And as Tony Earnshaw said in his introduction:
"What is there to say about Psycho? ...there's a shower scene in it".
Today is Horror Express, Giant Spider Invasion, a double bill of 28 Days/Weeks Later and if I'm still awake at midnight, Birdemic.
I love this festival.
My actual out loud voice, on the other hand, is more a product of where I grew up, and well, I went to school in Eton.
No, not Eton-the-school. You'd know if that. Just Eton-the-place, or near to it. That's probably the nearest town you've heard of, anyway. And talking about where I went to school isn't like saying which school I went to, so that's a score I don't get on the Daily Mail's Posh Test.
For the record, I scored 3, which is one less than my host this weekend, the lovely miss_s_b but only because I'm informed Prosecco is a kind of ham, so why would I know that?
It's Fantastic Films this weekend, so I'm in Bradford, watching films. And, thanks to shrublette, two episodes of what I hear is currently being called 'new new Who'. She chose to subject me to the one with the spitfires in space (Spitfires! In Space!) and the one with the lesbian vampires. I don't know how this seven year old knows me so well, but they were definitely fun.
Compare and contrast that to Century Falls, because watching a kids show created in the early 1990s is exactly the same as watching the hugely popular science fiction programme helmed by the same writer ten years later. I didn't much have an opinion of Russel T Davies before, and I don't have much of one now, except that I sincerely hope, for the sake of every aspiring write who loves the old new Who, that his dialogue improved by leaps since then.
The short films weren't bad as a whole - Joey Wong looks like a name to watch out for, but he's got a helluva lot of improving to do if his "mannequins kill some unpleasant young people" film Killer Display is anything to go by. The entire price of admission, though, was justified by the excellent German film Arbeit für Alle (Full Employment). If you ever get the chance to see this film, take it! I just can't link to a trailer or talk about it without spoilering.
My regrettably late edcucation in classic horror films progressed with Matthew Hopkins: Witchfinder General, which was utterly fantastic, combining my two loves of disturbing horror and a marvelously reactionary hero, who even got the dramatic posing right. Penny (see link above) is right that the ending is unexpected (in tone, not in outcome) and it really sealed the horror.
The highlight of the day, on top of all that, though, was the chance to see Psycho on the big screen, in glorious, crisp digital film. It was thrilling, terrifying, and absolutely as good as it's always been. And as Tony Earnshaw said in his introduction:
"What is there to say about Psycho? ...there's a shower scene in it".
Today is Horror Express, Giant Spider Invasion, a double bill of 28 Days/Weeks Later and if I'm still awake at midnight, Birdemic.
I love this festival.