"It's the coming of evil," he said.
"Thunderbolts of lightening? Very, very frightening? I'm sorry Jonny but I don't think anyone's going to take a rock song like that seriously."
This was straight after I had gotten home from the cinema. Trance Danny Boyle's latest film made me feel I was back in the late 90's again. As a late 90's kid-cum-teen I felt like I was back at home. When Film4 made films for recently graduated students.
If ever a soundtrack from a late 90's film is played, I'm immediately wharped back to when everything was colourful. Summer days lasted for ever to read Roald Dahl. Kids around my area were interested only in the next ice pop.
Trance used some tricks Boyle used in The Beach. And like The Beach, Trance hasn't received kind reviews.
But I like them both. Within both films they both in their own way come together at the end. And I left the cinema feeling satisfied.
Trance felt like the kind of film Jason Stathem would act in. And if he did, Boyle wouldn't be directing, imagination wouldn't be filtered through and I'd leave thinking; "Stathem did that in his past five films."
James McAvoy on the other hand is always watchable.
The kettle has not been switched on yet. This is unusual for me. It's normally a practise for me to refill with fresh water, select a tea and take pride in holding the biggest mug I have.
This evening however I have returned to blog writing. Whilst at University I managed to enjoy blogging. It was useful, informative, full of ideas and (sometimes) printable for various assessments.
Now one must be careful what to share on this blog. Any matters regarding work in a professional manner must not be uttered.
Any jokes shared between staff however...
"I should get up to the Giant's Ring," I said in the Cafe today.
Jenny started giggling. "Where you watching that show on Channel 4 the other night?"
"Show?"
"The one about dogging?"
Never in my wildest dreams. My urge to get to the Giant's Ring was because of a part in the story I've been trying to write for years occurs there.
Marilyn Manson's Holy Wood album is playing in the background. Recently I've been going through his albums chronologically. My favourite remains Mechanical Animals. However I always state that Holy Wood has the superior writing within. It's reported Manson had over two hundred songs written for it. And that's not a surprise. In the aftermath of the Columbine massacre, it took its toll on him due to vats of blame being dumped upon him.
Sadly, a number of writers find the energy and urge when there is turmoil and question marks above their heads.
That's maybe why I haven't written a great deal in the past two years. The time restraints is one excuse, but ultimately I've been pottering along. Life has been fine. Not overly dramatic. But not unhappy.
One has learnt to enjoy the small scenes of Belfast.
And the book collection that has been amassed.
With the tea that warms the soul.
Simple pleasures.
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