alexsarll: (magneto)
Well, dahlinks, I just got back from the world premiere of Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer. Across the nation, there are apparently people who watch the 'red carpet' footage in other cinemas in the chain, so in cinemas around the land there will have been some mildly disturbed celeb obsessives puzzling over whether they should recognise me as I strode down the actually-blue carpet. Which amuses me, obv. The film itself? Better than the first one. It still has the problem of doing a few too many standard Hollywood plot beats, a few too many superhero cliches, and Reed and Sue still aren't quite right. But Ben and Johnny are even more dead-on than they were before, and beyond that...spoilers ) Don't rush to see it, don't expect X2 - but it's still way better than most of the superhero films lately.
(En route, I was walking through St. James's Park when I saw a sign ordering dogs to be kept on leads "to avoid disturbing wildfowl". I was still chuckling inwardly at the potential ambiguity when I nearly walked into a pelican. There was no ambiguity; I would not want any dog of mine going anywhere near that deeply disturbing wildfowl. Anything smaller than a spaniel would be a vol-au-vent to it)

I recently passed a derelict who, even by tramp standards, was quite blatantly going to spend the money on Bad Drugs. Now, this set me thinking...you see them, and at the other end of the spectrum you see beggars so hale and hearty that they don't look homeless at all, just as though they're making some pin money while they have a nice sit down. What I'm saying is, I think I've just spotted a gap in the makeover show market. And even if it doesn't work out, the format testing alone would involve Trinny & Susannah consorting with flea-ridden vagrants, which has to be good for a laugh.

Those predictably outraged over cautions for sex offenders in the UK should be very careful to consider the consequences of a zero-tolerance approach - such as the 17-year old sentenced to ten years for consensual oral with a 15-year old.
(In other sexcrime news: if a lawyer says you're "a cold-blooded killer who acted out his fantasy", it might not be the best idea in the world to yell "I'm going to shoot you with a machine gun.")
alexsarll: (bernard)
There was something on the roof in the small hours of the morning. I don't mean the pigeons (I'm used to them), or the crows (I rather like them) - something heavier, and I think wingless. The problem being, especially when I'm still mostly asleep, I have no idea of the relative sound patterns caused by a fat rat, a cat, a particularly agile fox, an urban explorer, a cat-burglar or the killer doll thing from Terror of the Autons. Let's just hope the issue doesn't arise again.

Sighted at Nashville-on-Thames; a suedehead in a Trojan jacket, watching a bunch of cult indie types playing bluegrass cover versions. They talk about the end of youth tribes with a certain nostalgia, but I like seeing the boundaries this blurred.
About that band - they're essentially Hefner and Tompaulin - The Hillbilly Years. And I doubt they'll ever eclipse 'I Stole A Bride' or 'Slender' in our hearts, but I enjoyed them nonetheless.
(I was going to head this post "I shot a man in Neasden just to watch him die", one of the Nashville-on-Thames slogans. But given there was gunfire round my way last night, I don't want to inadvertently frame myself)

Continuing with the theme of London disturbances, I know I'm not alone in finding myself upset by the Cutty Sark fire, but what really struck me was...that ship's in 28 Weeks Later. London may be infested with the undead, whole areas aflame, but the Cutty Sark stands tall. Just like when I saw AI (not a good decision in itself, but that's by the by) in Autumn 2001, there were posters in the cinema warning that the film had scenes with the World Trade Centre which might upset some viewers. They flood New York, they freeze it...but still the twin towers stand sentinel. We envision these apocalypses, tearing down our cities on screen - but some things seem so permanent they survive almost as part of the bedrock. And then along comes some dickhead with a box-cutter, or a can of accelerant, and we realise we weren't thinking dark enough.

Newsarama has a very good Garth Ennis interview, mostly about Hitman (a series of which I've read far too little). But the line that really caught my attention, since I think it may still be my favourite of all his many impressive works - "Hellblazer, it sounds bizarre, but half the time I forget I even wrote it."
alexsarll: (howl)
You know how I saw some posters on the Parkland Walk suggesting nefarious council plans to turn it into a uniform, paved cyclepath? Hysteria, apparently. It seems to be in fairly safe hands and really they're just talking about improving drainage, a little cutback on some of the most overgrown stretches and some modifications at the entrances. So I don't think we need to mobilise the resistance for this meeting on Thursday after all. Many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] angelv for bringing this to my attention.

At least since my second year at Pembroke (when there was 1% difference in the marks receieved by a painstakingly researched, written and revised dissertation containing some moderately original work, and the essay portfolio thrown together from scraps over one deranged allnighter) I've been keen to spread awareness of one of the fundamental laws of everything: there is no necessary correlation between effort and results. I later discovered that William Goldman had beaten me to it, at least in the entertainment film, with his key advice about Hollywood: nobody knows anything. But finally, someone is taking the wider applicability of this idea into the mainstream of ideas - Nassim Nicholas Taleb, whose The Black Swan apparently argues that on the whole we have no idea what works and what doesn't, or what's going to happen, and that the best we can do is admit this and stop making ridiculous attempts to pretend the world makes any kind of sense.

Anyway, it's May Eve, isn't it? I think once the light has failed a little more, I may go a-wandering towards the bluebell wood...

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