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alexsarllSince last updating I've seen the four Gallilean moons of Jupiter and the full band version of Their Hearts Were Full Of Spring* for the first time, pleasant reminders that there are still fresh joys to be had from life. And walking home from the Brontosaurus Chorus show, sober in the autumn night - well, it felt like an altered state. And the Luxembourg evening had its share of incident too, from being taken for an undercover cop escorting an underage fag-buyer, through the first band's apology that their singer was still on the Tube, to what was far too storming a 'Luxembourg vs Great Britain' for me to suspect it was ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thedavidx's first public play of it.
Went to see Shoot 'Em Up simply because it had Clive Owen with a gun, Monica Bellucci with breasts, and that prick from Sideways getting plugged, but aware that similar thinking has in the past led to my seeing dreck like Underworld. This time, though, I was not disappointed. Shoot 'Em Up is the action movie distilled. There's just enough plot and character to stop the entire thing collapsing, but no more. It's even fairly purist in its action - there's a little stabbing, but no explosions. The title tells you there will be shooting, and shooting there is. Glorious, grotesque amounts of it. It's so spare in everything else that it could almost count as arthouse, if only it weren't far too fun.
Contrary to earlier worries, Gerard Way's comic Umbrella Academy is available in Britain after all, which is handy because it's rather good. Also, far less emo than one might expect; it has the melancholic humour of Lemony Snicket or Edward Gorey, rather than outright angst. The art helps; Gabriel Ba brings the same deranged inventiveness he had on Fraction's Casanova, without this time being hampered by a slightly try-hard script.
Finally checked out one of the Royal George's promising new indie discos; good music, good crowd, but no dancefloor. And I'm sure it would only take a minor rearrangement of the furniture to make one, and capitalise on what could be a good little venue.
*Their 'Saint Cecilia' in particular sounds like Bid joining Kenickie.
thedavidx's first public play of it.Went to see Shoot 'Em Up simply because it had Clive Owen with a gun, Monica Bellucci with breasts, and that prick from Sideways getting plugged, but aware that similar thinking has in the past led to my seeing dreck like Underworld. This time, though, I was not disappointed. Shoot 'Em Up is the action movie distilled. There's just enough plot and character to stop the entire thing collapsing, but no more. It's even fairly purist in its action - there's a little stabbing, but no explosions. The title tells you there will be shooting, and shooting there is. Glorious, grotesque amounts of it. It's so spare in everything else that it could almost count as arthouse, if only it weren't far too fun.
Contrary to earlier worries, Gerard Way's comic Umbrella Academy is available in Britain after all, which is handy because it's rather good. Also, far less emo than one might expect; it has the melancholic humour of Lemony Snicket or Edward Gorey, rather than outright angst. The art helps; Gabriel Ba brings the same deranged inventiveness he had on Fraction's Casanova, without this time being hampered by a slightly try-hard script.
Finally checked out one of the Royal George's promising new indie discos; good music, good crowd, but no dancefloor. And I'm sure it would only take a minor rearrangement of the furniture to make one, and capitalise on what could be a good little venue.
*Their 'Saint Cecilia' in particular sounds like Bid joining Kenickie.
