I am a watcher of movies, but also a viewer of them. As a viewer, I can give a reading into the film, in terms of what I saw as the themes, ideas, etc. So, onto this, with Darkest Hour (2017), a summary. Taking responsibility, actions and consequences, the valley of decision, should one change their mind, the world relies on a decision, and having courage to be strong in the face of the enemy, even if it is involves being sacrificial.
I wasn’t really that motivated to watch A Christmas Carol. It seemed a quite obscure film from 1984. But being in the mood to record and watch later, I recorded this Christmas movie to watch at a later time, and this I did. I’m glad I watched this, what turned out to be a little five-star gem. The straightest, soberest, most well produced film I’ve seen for a while and what is as straight-forward and dramatic presentation of the Charles Dicken’s classic Victorian novel that you’re likely to get. It’s about the well-off, well-to-do, and very alone Ebenezer Scrooge (George C. Scott), who is disliked for his miserly ways, until he has a crisis of a sort, which makes him rethink his selfish lack of giving to others in need. The crisis is wonderfully done–involving Scrooge’s past, present, and future Christmases, told in flashback, and what may happen to him in the future if he continues to withhold good things from others in need. Scrooge isn’t characterized as all bad, though, the background to this apparently shallow character is sympathetically handled and the truth about him is revealed. George C Scott makes a wonderfully believable and engaging Scrooge and the acting is otherwise superb in this inspirational, uplifting Christmas film.
I’ve always believed, quite rightly, that the key characters of the original Star Wars trilogy were one of the films’ trump cards, as they are believable and life-like. But I’ve noticed something else about Han and Leia that is quite true, as well.Continue reading “In-crowd”
An observation I picked up being around strangers and acquaintances is that if you’re together in a group there can be an expectation to play for the team. But maybe I don’t want to.Continue reading “One for the team?”
Celine Dion’s The Power of Love is the catalyst for remembering the trinity.Continue reading “The power of love”
That it’s okay to feel like a loser. That the American Dream won’t happen for everyone. In fact, acknowledging one feels like a loser can liberate the soul with emotional truth and you feel better about yourself–as a centred, calm individual and not a striver.Continue reading “How I interpreted a movie commentary”
If possible, I believe to present my best work to publishers, in fitting with their publication requirements. Sometimes, I feel, why should I use an idea here? But I still use it here. Because it’s better to use the idea on a road I know it will be published in, rather than speculating my good idea may or may not get published somewhere untested.Continue reading “The tried and true, and the possible”
Your strength holds the mountain up,
such is the power that wraps you;
you calm the clamour of the ocean,
the clamour of its waves.
The nations are in an uproar, in panic
those who live at the ends of the world,
as your miracles bring shouts of joy
to the portals of morning and evening.
You visit the earth and water it,
you load it with riches;
God’s rivers brim with water
to provide their grain.
[Psalm 65:6-9; Jerusalem Bible]
The soundfulness of this 1988 Yello album is something to swim into and keep immersed in. Yello might not have produced anything better than Flag (1988). It’s not just any ’88 music–with the swell of pop akin to the limbering up of aerobics, the quickly gone effervescence of a fizzy hit, and the cushiness of a watered down pop psychology–but Flag is an ambient refreshment, and funky in a aesthetically sophisticated way, a cool to revive flagging interest and disenchantment in the likes of socially conscious Tracy Chapman songs, the straining for effect pseudo-spiritual cum religion in People, and disappointing follow-ups to Bobby McFerrin’s monster triumph, and especially repetitive pop melodies, which all droned on next to Flag’s radiant light on a hill.
Roads should have been empty. It was not the apocalypse. It was Christmas Day. Twenty years ago the roads would have been empty. Why are roads filled, noisy? Has earth’s gravitational pull changed?
I’ve asked myself this question and answered a resounding no. A writer should have a consistent style. But, if I compare my review of 28 Days Later, written in 2003, to my review of 28 Weeks Later, written four years later, I am resigned to the fact that they have different styles. This is really disconcerting to me, as it shows a flaw. All I can think of, is that a writer may use different styles of writing for a while, then settle on one style. This style becomes natural. In the end, a writer or some, if not many, writers must go through this phase. It’s a natural part of the writing life. One must write to know how one wants to write–and sometimes if not many times this plays out in the publishing world.
I’ve found building an organized if not overly cohesive series of articles, my “church series” of articles, required a little shifting around of articles. So that the order of them might have some logical sense. This is gathering momentum, now.