Tuesday 6th October 2009
Keeping up with the idea of movies I was browsing view the Kevin Smith web forum aka the viewaskew board
when I came across a thread entitled "ANTICHRIST" being curious by nature I jumped in to find it was a thread about the controversial Lars Von Trier film of the same name. Before entering this particular thread I had no idea what this film was about but the various responses within the thread caught my interest so I did a spot of researching.You will find below that I have pieced the following synopsis together from the various bits of info I found during my research on this flick.
WARNING: MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS
The story consists of a married couple whom whilst in the midst of seemingly graphic sex fall tragedy to the death of the child as he plummets out the window to certain doom. Stricken with grief the wife begins to lose control of her sanity so in an attempt to pull her back to normal her husband takes her away to a log cabin called "Eden". However this turns out to be no paradise as what apparently ensues is a cycle of graphic violence and torture including the crazy wife jerking her husband of until he ejaculates blood before cutting out her own vagina with a pair of scissors. Apparently these are just two of many twisted and sick events in this film. After reading such a summary it asks a few questions, firstly is there any need to create such OTT and brutal imagery? No! Because Von Trier is doing things other people wouldn't does that class Antichrist as art? No! Will people go to see Antichrist because of the ultra violent and graphic nature of the film? Yes!
And there lies the part I dont understand, I can get my head around pretentious writers, directors and so called artists making movies like Antichrist because they believe theyre pushing the envelope (when there clearly not) Michael Haneke and his film/s Funny Games is a solid example of this. But what confuses me is why people want to see flicks like this, I've never understood the mass apeal of "torture porn" or films that try to deliberatly attempt to up the ante in terms of ultra violence and indecency at the behest of a films plot or story arc. Six films into the Saw franchise and people are stilling shell cash to go see how those in charge have one upped their last effort. Dont get me wrong Im not a censorship warrior in the slightest, I dont agree with films being banned even if theres a chance a child will get hold of something unsuitable for them (at the end of the day its not a film maker or creator of media/art's responsibility to gate keep what a persons child can or cant see, that responsibility belongs to the parent and the parent alone) I mean I consider Requiem For A Dream and A Clockwork Orange two of my favourite films and I also have a lot of love for the original Saw movie but thats because the shock and awe elements are placed within the films context unlike a lot of other films. In short I dont get the appeal of seing a film like Antichrist which seems to be paper thin on plot and charachterisation simply for the sheer nastiness on screen. Im not saying that if Antichrist had a solid story to it I would condone the levels von Trier has gone to either, I mean I loved the concept and the plot to Gaspar Noe's 2003 film Irreversible but there is a particular scene where a mans head meets a fire extinguisher in the most graphic of manners. Even though it fits the emotional state of the charachter wielding the extinguisher and it fits into the tone and context of the film It shook me to the very core and even now I deem it too much.
In short I am constantly amazed at the mass appeal of ultra violence and torture porn, it makes me wonder who exactly is it thats salivating at the prospect of the ante being upped, is there a limit if so where does it reside and how does this resonate for the future of film making and society in general.
Wednesday, 7 October 2009
Act I, Chapter III.From The North, South and Across The Sea: Verse I
Monday 5th October 2009
New chapter, new adventure, new friends that is what we have here. It is four days till the self proclaimed eagle lands down in London for some book signing, meet and greeting, asking and answering good times. The week of the Kevin Smith Q n A has arrived and I am very excited, now before I get into anything I should make clear that my access to the internet might be a little more limited than it is up here and I might not be able to scribe everyday on the day but rest assured everyday will be accounted for and my grand adventure will be blogged at somepoint.
I have been a fan of Kevin Smith since I was 17, I was working at Index/Littlewoods when I was given a copy of his debut Clerks to borrow. Although I identify more with the context of the flick, the idea of the employee vs the customer but none the less I was blown away with the real frank nature of the dialogue and straight yet sharp humour. It was one of the few films I have encountered in my lifetime that I fell instantly in love with, It's one of the even fewerfilms that inspired to be involved with writing/ film making. I recommend any of you havent seen Clerks to do so as possible in fact I reccomend you to watch all of Mr Smiths prior material in particular Chasing Amy. Amy is the perfect definition of what Mr Smith does best and why he has inspired me so much. Without giving away too much the film takes the traditional idea of boy meets girl but gives it a very untraditional twist by making said girl a lesbian. The thin line between friendship and romance is not only viewed from an alternative angle but more accutly than many other flicks looking at this dimension. Once again the language is raw and real with a touch of fanboy/cult humour, the charachters are perfectly crafted and amazingly portrayed. It is the fact that he comes across as a writer making movies rather than a straight up director which not only makes me a fan but an inspired and influenced follower.
New chapter, new adventure, new friends that is what we have here. It is four days till the self proclaimed eagle lands down in London for some book signing, meet and greeting, asking and answering good times. The week of the Kevin Smith Q n A has arrived and I am very excited, now before I get into anything I should make clear that my access to the internet might be a little more limited than it is up here and I might not be able to scribe everyday on the day but rest assured everyday will be accounted for and my grand adventure will be blogged at somepoint.
I have been a fan of Kevin Smith since I was 17, I was working at Index/Littlewoods when I was given a copy of his debut Clerks to borrow. Although I identify more with the context of the flick, the idea of the employee vs the customer but none the less I was blown away with the real frank nature of the dialogue and straight yet sharp humour. It was one of the few films I have encountered in my lifetime that I fell instantly in love with, It's one of the even fewerfilms that inspired to be involved with writing/ film making. I recommend any of you havent seen Clerks to do so as possible in fact I reccomend you to watch all of Mr Smiths prior material in particular Chasing Amy. Amy is the perfect definition of what Mr Smith does best and why he has inspired me so much. Without giving away too much the film takes the traditional idea of boy meets girl but gives it a very untraditional twist by making said girl a lesbian. The thin line between friendship and romance is not only viewed from an alternative angle but more accutly than many other flicks looking at this dimension. Once again the language is raw and real with a touch of fanboy/cult humour, the charachters are perfectly crafted and amazingly portrayed. It is the fact that he comes across as a writer making movies rather than a straight up director which not only makes me a fan but an inspired and influenced follower.
Sunday, 4 October 2009
Act I, Chapter II. Sick And Tired Of Being Sick And Tired: Verse VII
Sunday 4th October 2009
Im keeping the conclusion of our second chapter short and as sweet as possible, simply because It;s been a rather dark period this week and rather than dwell anymore on the negative aspects I'd rather ride on and look towards the start of a new and hopefully fantastic chapter. Have the problem is looking at things through dirty glass, I need a fresh perspective and now that the countdown to 2010 has begun hopefully that will give me the incentive I have failed to find and grasp onto. So to wind this chapter up lets take a deep breath, relax and look at this bit of philosophy. Each set of stairs is made up of steps and to reach the very top you have to take each step as it comes.
Im keeping the conclusion of our second chapter short and as sweet as possible, simply because It;s been a rather dark period this week and rather than dwell anymore on the negative aspects I'd rather ride on and look towards the start of a new and hopefully fantastic chapter. Have the problem is looking at things through dirty glass, I need a fresh perspective and now that the countdown to 2010 has begun hopefully that will give me the incentive I have failed to find and grasp onto. So to wind this chapter up lets take a deep breath, relax and look at this bit of philosophy. Each set of stairs is made up of steps and to reach the very top you have to take each step as it comes.
Act I, Chapter II. Sick And Tired Of Being Sick And Tired: Verse VI
Saturday 3rd October 2009
What I need, what would really refresh me and help put things in perspective is a holiday. Not an awful package holiday us Brits have become reknowned for but a break to somewhere miles away, a peaceful reclusive area. Somewhere to cleanse my mind and help me focus on not what I want but what I need. I know what I need but as previously discussed my surroundings are grinding me down somewhat. It's been nearly three years since my last holiday which of course was New York back in the winter of 07. Its funny but even though we were only there a short while I felt like I finally belonged somewhere. There was an intangible bond between me and Manhattan and even to this day I miss my second home. I have hopes to visit there again sometime soon, Ideally I'd love to live there but for now Its down to photographs and reminiscent memories. There are many places across the globe that I would love to visit and revisit, Prague being one of the strong contenders for a revisit even at a younger more naive age there was somehing incredibly haunting and romantic about the architechture in Prague its one place that has and no doubt will always stick with me. However as far as personally unexplored locations go I would have to say Cape Town in South Africa is on the top of my list. In a sense its quite strange that such a warm location would be in top of my list as I never have dealt well with the sun. When we took a family holiday to spain a few years back I contracted sunstroke on the first day and spent the next four in bed watching Spanish TV in fact I remember the only english speaking channel was CNN so for my four day period of resting in bed I kept up to date with the big news story at that time which for the curious of you was the Washington Sniper case. So while others where catching rays I was catching updates on the behaviour of a serial killer. Not exactly what people go on holiday for but still to a teenage boy it was a pretty decent substitute. Even on the one boys holiday I went on I wasnt one for the sun I was more proccupied with Drinking and Sex and not in that order really. Thinking about it now it would be quite strange as a now non drinker to go on another Jolly Boys adventure. But I digress, well not really as there was no structured point to this entry just a moment of daydreaming that found its way onto the page but considering the dire times of late a little daydreaming here and there wont harm anyone.
What I need, what would really refresh me and help put things in perspective is a holiday. Not an awful package holiday us Brits have become reknowned for but a break to somewhere miles away, a peaceful reclusive area. Somewhere to cleanse my mind and help me focus on not what I want but what I need. I know what I need but as previously discussed my surroundings are grinding me down somewhat. It's been nearly three years since my last holiday which of course was New York back in the winter of 07. Its funny but even though we were only there a short while I felt like I finally belonged somewhere. There was an intangible bond between me and Manhattan and even to this day I miss my second home. I have hopes to visit there again sometime soon, Ideally I'd love to live there but for now Its down to photographs and reminiscent memories. There are many places across the globe that I would love to visit and revisit, Prague being one of the strong contenders for a revisit even at a younger more naive age there was somehing incredibly haunting and romantic about the architechture in Prague its one place that has and no doubt will always stick with me. However as far as personally unexplored locations go I would have to say Cape Town in South Africa is on the top of my list. In a sense its quite strange that such a warm location would be in top of my list as I never have dealt well with the sun. When we took a family holiday to spain a few years back I contracted sunstroke on the first day and spent the next four in bed watching Spanish TV in fact I remember the only english speaking channel was CNN so for my four day period of resting in bed I kept up to date with the big news story at that time which for the curious of you was the Washington Sniper case. So while others where catching rays I was catching updates on the behaviour of a serial killer. Not exactly what people go on holiday for but still to a teenage boy it was a pretty decent substitute. Even on the one boys holiday I went on I wasnt one for the sun I was more proccupied with Drinking and Sex and not in that order really. Thinking about it now it would be quite strange as a now non drinker to go on another Jolly Boys adventure. But I digress, well not really as there was no structured point to this entry just a moment of daydreaming that found its way onto the page but considering the dire times of late a little daydreaming here and there wont harm anyone.
Act I, Chapter II. Sick And Tired Of Being Sick And Tired: Verse V
Friday 2nd October 2009
Lately I find myself to be a man of two minds. On one hand I love being at home, it's warm, safe and comfortable. But strangely enough these factors go against the idea of living here. I have accomplished nothing since moving back to Carlisle and specifically back home. The only significant changes have been my dwindling lack of confidence, continously decreasing self esteem and the fact that I left my job to my inscreasing amount of anxiety and stress. Sometimes I feel that because Im used to home it will be hard for me to leave, but the key to my survival and enhancement is to leave. But when? The idea as it stands currently is impossible, neither me or my mother have the finances for a deposit on a flat and I can hardly pay rent and live off my dole allowance. At first I loved not working but now Im scraping the bottom of the barrell on a daily basis I fucking hate not working I hate not being able to afford things and being held back by shitty financial troubles and I hate the fact I gave up a life I actually liked for a sense of what feels like entrapment. However if I hadnt I wouldnt have been here for my Grandma, her passing and for my mum. So its been a lose - lose scenario really. The other burning factor in my domestic catch 22 is my mother. I love her to bits, I always have always will but now Im beggining to see us clashing more and more. When I moved out I could only ever come back home to live for short periods because otherwise arguments would flare and I sense that were heading back there. I find myself consistently biting my tounge to avoid arguments but sooner or later it will be too much. I need my own space again, I need a new life, actually scratch that I need to, no fuck it I was right I need a new life or preferably fragments of my old one back. I find myself seen as a conveniance a lot of the time for instance because Im not working I have free time to do whatever Im asked to and maybe Im in the wrong but when youre expected to do whats asked of you without question on a daily basis sometimes it gets too much, sometimes theres just too mcuh pressure and not enough relief. These days my house is no longer an extension of me but a double edged sword which I wield. If I continue to live by it I will no doubt die by it and all though once of a day it may have been deemed honourable for a man to fall on his sword after failure it is not honour I am looking for it is change.
Lately I find myself to be a man of two minds. On one hand I love being at home, it's warm, safe and comfortable. But strangely enough these factors go against the idea of living here. I have accomplished nothing since moving back to Carlisle and specifically back home. The only significant changes have been my dwindling lack of confidence, continously decreasing self esteem and the fact that I left my job to my inscreasing amount of anxiety and stress. Sometimes I feel that because Im used to home it will be hard for me to leave, but the key to my survival and enhancement is to leave. But when? The idea as it stands currently is impossible, neither me or my mother have the finances for a deposit on a flat and I can hardly pay rent and live off my dole allowance. At first I loved not working but now Im scraping the bottom of the barrell on a daily basis I fucking hate not working I hate not being able to afford things and being held back by shitty financial troubles and I hate the fact I gave up a life I actually liked for a sense of what feels like entrapment. However if I hadnt I wouldnt have been here for my Grandma, her passing and for my mum. So its been a lose - lose scenario really. The other burning factor in my domestic catch 22 is my mother. I love her to bits, I always have always will but now Im beggining to see us clashing more and more. When I moved out I could only ever come back home to live for short periods because otherwise arguments would flare and I sense that were heading back there. I find myself consistently biting my tounge to avoid arguments but sooner or later it will be too much. I need my own space again, I need a new life, actually scratch that I need to, no fuck it I was right I need a new life or preferably fragments of my old one back. I find myself seen as a conveniance a lot of the time for instance because Im not working I have free time to do whatever Im asked to and maybe Im in the wrong but when youre expected to do whats asked of you without question on a daily basis sometimes it gets too much, sometimes theres just too mcuh pressure and not enough relief. These days my house is no longer an extension of me but a double edged sword which I wield. If I continue to live by it I will no doubt die by it and all though once of a day it may have been deemed honourable for a man to fall on his sword after failure it is not honour I am looking for it is change.
"My lifestyle determines my deathstyle"
Act I, Chapter II. Sick And Tired Of Being Sick And Tired: Verse IV
Thursday 1st October 2009
The starting point of October always signifies two things for me, one month until one of my favourite holidays on the calendar and the official countdown to the next year. This time round Im more in anticipation of the latter, this year has been pretty terrible to be honest it has brought nothing but dissapointment, rejection, financial struggle and personal loss. The one silver lining in this proverbial sky of black clouds is that through my admiration of Kevin Smith's Writing and Directorial work and my love for gaming I have made a new friend. The first genuine friend I've made for a couple of years and this time next week I will be touching down in London town to meet the man, the myth, the mepha. Of course this inevitable meeting of the minds concides with the highly anticipated Kevin Smith Q n A. An event I have waited years to attend and finally I have an oppurtunity to see the man working the stage. Of course I have the added privelege of attending this event with the Meph who is very well rounded, easy to talk to kinda guy. Yet the added bonus getting to know the dude is finding out that not only is he decent fella but he is also very intriguing in the sense that a lot of our conversations have covered a whole host of topics, some of which run parralell to everyday life but others are often more probing into areas often unexplored. Dont get me wrong I dont wish to paint you the misdirected picture of Da Vinci and Einstein waxing as philosophical as possible, no what Im trying to say is that its refreshing to find someone of similair ilk a fellow liberal and interested thinker and diverse conversationlist, not to mention in the eyes of IGN "Probably the best gamer alive" I am myself still waiting to see the original source material from which that qoute was taking from. In short within my seemingly diminished and somewhat self destructed social life I have one week out, four days to change the formula and enjoy a different element to life. London is one of the few things I have left to grab hold of in the downward spiral 2009 has become and I intend to love every nano second of it.
The starting point of October always signifies two things for me, one month until one of my favourite holidays on the calendar and the official countdown to the next year. This time round Im more in anticipation of the latter, this year has been pretty terrible to be honest it has brought nothing but dissapointment, rejection, financial struggle and personal loss. The one silver lining in this proverbial sky of black clouds is that through my admiration of Kevin Smith's Writing and Directorial work and my love for gaming I have made a new friend. The first genuine friend I've made for a couple of years and this time next week I will be touching down in London town to meet the man, the myth, the mepha. Of course this inevitable meeting of the minds concides with the highly anticipated Kevin Smith Q n A. An event I have waited years to attend and finally I have an oppurtunity to see the man working the stage. Of course I have the added privelege of attending this event with the Meph who is very well rounded, easy to talk to kinda guy. Yet the added bonus getting to know the dude is finding out that not only is he decent fella but he is also very intriguing in the sense that a lot of our conversations have covered a whole host of topics, some of which run parralell to everyday life but others are often more probing into areas often unexplored. Dont get me wrong I dont wish to paint you the misdirected picture of Da Vinci and Einstein waxing as philosophical as possible, no what Im trying to say is that its refreshing to find someone of similair ilk a fellow liberal and interested thinker and diverse conversationlist, not to mention in the eyes of IGN "Probably the best gamer alive" I am myself still waiting to see the original source material from which that qoute was taking from. In short within my seemingly diminished and somewhat self destructed social life I have one week out, four days to change the formula and enjoy a different element to life. London is one of the few things I have left to grab hold of in the downward spiral 2009 has become and I intend to love every nano second of it.
Thursday, 1 October 2009
Act I, Chapter II. Sick And Tired Of Being Sick And Tired: Verse III
Wedensday 30th September 2009
So lately for some unknown reason I've found myself to be very emotionally and at the point of crying over the slightest thing I mean I welled up inside so much over Before Sunrise/ Sunset this weekend gone and tongiht whilst watching The Soloist I cried a little, hell I even found myself close to bawling during the trailer for the new Jennifer Anniston and Aaron Exkhart flick called Love Happens, yeah I know awful cliche title but the flick itself looks pretty good. Perhaps its because of its somewhat older casting that I see more realistic dimension to it compare to other Rom Coms/Dramas. Anyway before I meander off topic and begin disecting the inner workings of aforementioned trailer I have for some unknown reason found myself to be very emotional later and when I say emotional I mean I have been on the fringe of each emotion in the spectrum. I have however found myself leaning more towards and anger and sadness. I havent become deeply rooted in either one recently instead I just seem to flip over to either full blown anger, with the shouting and the swearing (no lashing out physically which is good) or to the point where I want to climb into my covers and cry. I dont know if its a case of my medication no longer working or just the dire situation and lack of self confidence manifesting. Whatever the cause of my emotional roullette wheel one thing is for certain I truly am sick and tired of being sick and tired!
So lately for some unknown reason I've found myself to be very emotionally and at the point of crying over the slightest thing I mean I welled up inside so much over Before Sunrise/ Sunset this weekend gone and tongiht whilst watching The Soloist I cried a little, hell I even found myself close to bawling during the trailer for the new Jennifer Anniston and Aaron Exkhart flick called Love Happens, yeah I know awful cliche title but the flick itself looks pretty good. Perhaps its because of its somewhat older casting that I see more realistic dimension to it compare to other Rom Coms/Dramas. Anyway before I meander off topic and begin disecting the inner workings of aforementioned trailer I have for some unknown reason found myself to be very emotional later and when I say emotional I mean I have been on the fringe of each emotion in the spectrum. I have however found myself leaning more towards and anger and sadness. I havent become deeply rooted in either one recently instead I just seem to flip over to either full blown anger, with the shouting and the swearing (no lashing out physically which is good) or to the point where I want to climb into my covers and cry. I dont know if its a case of my medication no longer working or just the dire situation and lack of self confidence manifesting. Whatever the cause of my emotional roullette wheel one thing is for certain I truly am sick and tired of being sick and tired!
Act I, Chapter II. Sick And Tired Of Being Sick And Tired: Verse II
Tuesday 29th September 2009
As a lover and self considered patron of the arts I have dabbled my hand in all different areas as you may know. Over the years I have had a go at Acting, singing, dancing, writing, more recently rapping (yes you did read that right) and in the near future as you know I hope to been thrown into the world of writing/directing. However as of this week I have tried my hand at art. In particular digital art, I have always ben interested in some aspect of artwork and architechture it's only as Im getting older I find this interest manifesting itself even more. So after taking some still photographs from various places and editing them I have started a collection I have named Dead Proof. The idea behind this particular collection is to take influences from all places, Australian exploitation films, Rock n roll from the 70's, the concept of death and lifestyles fringing on the borderline of death to name just a few. I have used mainly dark and rustic colours (brown, reds yellows etc) and so far I feel pleased with my work so far however it isnt my opinions that matter in this regard, so have a look for yourself at the current works of my Dead Proof collection.
As a lover and self considered patron of the arts I have dabbled my hand in all different areas as you may know. Over the years I have had a go at Acting, singing, dancing, writing, more recently rapping (yes you did read that right) and in the near future as you know I hope to been thrown into the world of writing/directing. However as of this week I have tried my hand at art. In particular digital art, I have always ben interested in some aspect of artwork and architechture it's only as Im getting older I find this interest manifesting itself even more. So after taking some still photographs from various places and editing them I have started a collection I have named Dead Proof. The idea behind this particular collection is to take influences from all places, Australian exploitation films, Rock n roll from the 70's, the concept of death and lifestyles fringing on the borderline of death to name just a few. I have used mainly dark and rustic colours (brown, reds yellows etc) and so far I feel pleased with my work so far however it isnt my opinions that matter in this regard, so have a look for yourself at the current works of my Dead Proof collection.
Act I, Chapter II. Sick And Tired Of Being Sick And Tired: Verse I
Monday 28th September 2009
So here we are the start of our second chapter unfortunatly I still havent shook off the demons and bad habbits featured in various verses of our first chapter. My good living run has phased out and the momentum gained from the Shawn Micheals effect has passed. However I am hopeful that I wil pull it back before the tank gets back down to empty again. However things arent going too well, no word on any of the job applications I put in for last week however on a daily basis I am hearing from my bank trying to tell me shit I already know. To quickly cover my dwindling financial status, obviosuly Im still on the Rock n Roll which means I recieve £200 a month which gets split into two payments of £100 every two weeks. Now at the moment of writing this I am currently over the agreed overdraft limit in my account something Im not proud of but shit happens unfortunatly, now with my last job seekers payment going in I found myself within my overdraft limit, a nice place where I dont occur charges however HSBC decide that this would be a great time to impose my previous charges on me in one big bundle. So the £150 I have incurred in fees has been deducted from my account so Im now further past my overdraft limit than I was before. I understand they have charges they need to impose for admin reasons but at £25 for each charge is not only a pisstake but is completly inaccurate to the point of coporate robbery. I was informed recently that banks are only to charge you £4.50/£5 each time so at £25 a pop they are adding on £20 extra, this is an unnesscary and unexplained increase of 400%. If they had charged me what they are supposed to then my lump sum of charges would amount to £30 rather than £150. And after all this robbing the bank still expects me to stay within the overdraft limit even though I've explained to them time and time again that I currently get £200 a month. Its got to the point where I have become so fucked off with them that if I'm not ignoring there daily harrasment sorry, pardon my freudian slip there I meant phone calls then I am loing my temper and become increasingly angry with whichever soul less moron calls me. I have now opened up a new bank account with another branch so the money that I do get from job seekers goes to me and not the Dick Turpin emulating middle class wankers who want an arm and a leg with an entray of eight pints of blood from me.
So here we are the start of our second chapter unfortunatly I still havent shook off the demons and bad habbits featured in various verses of our first chapter. My good living run has phased out and the momentum gained from the Shawn Micheals effect has passed. However I am hopeful that I wil pull it back before the tank gets back down to empty again. However things arent going too well, no word on any of the job applications I put in for last week however on a daily basis I am hearing from my bank trying to tell me shit I already know. To quickly cover my dwindling financial status, obviosuly Im still on the Rock n Roll which means I recieve £200 a month which gets split into two payments of £100 every two weeks. Now at the moment of writing this I am currently over the agreed overdraft limit in my account something Im not proud of but shit happens unfortunatly, now with my last job seekers payment going in I found myself within my overdraft limit, a nice place where I dont occur charges however HSBC decide that this would be a great time to impose my previous charges on me in one big bundle. So the £150 I have incurred in fees has been deducted from my account so Im now further past my overdraft limit than I was before. I understand they have charges they need to impose for admin reasons but at £25 for each charge is not only a pisstake but is completly inaccurate to the point of coporate robbery. I was informed recently that banks are only to charge you £4.50/£5 each time so at £25 a pop they are adding on £20 extra, this is an unnesscary and unexplained increase of 400%. If they had charged me what they are supposed to then my lump sum of charges would amount to £30 rather than £150. And after all this robbing the bank still expects me to stay within the overdraft limit even though I've explained to them time and time again that I currently get £200 a month. Its got to the point where I have become so fucked off with them that if I'm not ignoring there daily harrasment sorry, pardon my freudian slip there I meant phone calls then I am loing my temper and become increasingly angry with whichever soul less moron calls me. I have now opened up a new bank account with another branch so the money that I do get from job seekers goes to me and not the Dick Turpin emulating middle class wankers who want an arm and a leg with an entray of eight pints of blood from me.
Act I, Chapter I. We Will Fight In The Shade:Verse X
Sunday 27th September 2009
So here we are at the end of our first chapter and if I say so myself not a bad start. To finish I would like to discuss a certain film, well a certain film and its sequel. The film in question is Richard Linklaters 1995 film Before Sunrise. To give a quick summary without spoilers Before Sunrise starts with a German married couple arguing on a train headed towards Paris. Caught in the crossfire of this particular argument are Jesse, a young American male who has been travelling Europe via the Railway and Celine, a French student on her way back to continue her studies in Paris. The argument they have both witnessed acts as a starting point for the pair to introduce themselves. As conversation in the lounge cart between the two flows the better the morale and the more magnetised the pair become. When the train pulls in at Vienna Jesse, on a whim asks Celine if she wants to get off at Vienna with him and the spend the evening with him before he has to leave. Intrigued and encouraged by the conversation on the train she accepts, now to prevent me given a full sumary of the film what unfolds when Jesse and Celne leave the train and enter the city of Vienna is a night of wonder where two relative strangers get to know each inside out via truthful and fearless conversation. The more time they spent together the closer there attraction (both mental and physical) becomes. But inevetibaly the evening has to end but how does it end? Well you will have to watch the flick yourself to find this out, I strongly advise you to watch this truly beautiful celluloid gem as soon as possible. It is whimsical, loving, adventerous film filled with the excitement and joy of finding true love and establshing the deepest of human connections yet it is presented in a very earthy, and believeable way. The dialouge and the charachters seem as real as could be possibly portrayed. Its as if you are not watching a film but you are a voyeur to the most rarest of things true love. Of course there is the sequel to this picture which picks up 9 years later, of course you should see Sunrise before Sunset that goes without saying but when you have watched Sunrise dont expect to be let down with the follow up. Sunset still holds true to the charm which makes the first one so special the only real difference is that as the charachters have aged so has the tone of the film, the mindset embraces the maturity it has developed and creates a different yet still realistic dynamic between the two. I cant give either of these films the justice they deserve, so please if you do anything this year make sure you watch both of these beautiful films.
So here we are at the end of our first chapter and if I say so myself not a bad start. To finish I would like to discuss a certain film, well a certain film and its sequel. The film in question is Richard Linklaters 1995 film Before Sunrise. To give a quick summary without spoilers Before Sunrise starts with a German married couple arguing on a train headed towards Paris. Caught in the crossfire of this particular argument are Jesse, a young American male who has been travelling Europe via the Railway and Celine, a French student on her way back to continue her studies in Paris. The argument they have both witnessed acts as a starting point for the pair to introduce themselves. As conversation in the lounge cart between the two flows the better the morale and the more magnetised the pair become. When the train pulls in at Vienna Jesse, on a whim asks Celine if she wants to get off at Vienna with him and the spend the evening with him before he has to leave. Intrigued and encouraged by the conversation on the train she accepts, now to prevent me given a full sumary of the film what unfolds when Jesse and Celne leave the train and enter the city of Vienna is a night of wonder where two relative strangers get to know each inside out via truthful and fearless conversation. The more time they spent together the closer there attraction (both mental and physical) becomes. But inevetibaly the evening has to end but how does it end? Well you will have to watch the flick yourself to find this out, I strongly advise you to watch this truly beautiful celluloid gem as soon as possible. It is whimsical, loving, adventerous film filled with the excitement and joy of finding true love and establshing the deepest of human connections yet it is presented in a very earthy, and believeable way. The dialouge and the charachters seem as real as could be possibly portrayed. Its as if you are not watching a film but you are a voyeur to the most rarest of things true love. Of course there is the sequel to this picture which picks up 9 years later, of course you should see Sunrise before Sunset that goes without saying but when you have watched Sunrise dont expect to be let down with the follow up. Sunset still holds true to the charm which makes the first one so special the only real difference is that as the charachters have aged so has the tone of the film, the mindset embraces the maturity it has developed and creates a different yet still realistic dynamic between the two. I cant give either of these films the justice they deserve, so please if you do anything this year make sure you watch both of these beautiful films.
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