dark am i, yet lovely, a lily among thorns, majestic as stars in procession

dark am i, yet lovely, a lily among thorns, majestic as stars in procession

Thursday, 21 November 2013

Once More Into The End of The Grey

In 28 Days Later, as the main character is forced by gunpoint into the woods to be dispatched, a moving soundtrack makes it a memorable standout scene. The music is a classic orchestral number with the word Requiem in the title. It fit perfectly, but it was also used out of context in Mean Machine, starring Vinny 'grab ya balls' Jones and Jason 'dropkick ya in da face' Statham, who between them managed to hoof half a dozen shades of hell’s bells out of their opposing footy-playing cons. Nice movie, and a top cast, but please, don’t go having the same music from 28 Days Later! Sometimes the movie you think is stealing music was actually made before the movie you think has been stolen from, but that’s beside the point, because everyone is stealing. The point is CONTEXT.

Ink, like 28 Days Later, has, at some time or other, occupied the Number 1 film spot here at Anvil Samsara, and the music from that too has also been ripped off, this time in The Grey. It’s called The City Surf by Jamin Winans. But you know what, it’s getting let off. Yeah that’s right, let off, because it works just as good, if not better, as it did in Ink, so pardon granted. A fight to the death, man gegen beast? Name a better context than that. And here’s the thing about spoilers, before y’all complain: Sometimes they make you watch a movie you otherwise would have swerved, and sometimes, in the time it takes getting around to watching it, you’ve forgotten the details of the spoiler anyway. Somebody gave away the ending to Black Swan, but guess who still wants to watch it. Simply knowing the director or seeing the cover is a spoiler of sorts. That’s why the independent hit Ink had maximum movie impact - everything about it was fresh and unknown.

The Grey was nothing special, up until the end, but as you may well know by now, it’s ALL ABOUT the end. It’s gotta be said that with this music, and with the poetic reflection going on, The Grey leaves its mark. Forget the rest of it. Let’s talk, instead, if you don’t mind, about the final killer twist in Ink. Aw man oh man oh man. It doesn’t matter if you figure it out first, or if you watch it a second or third time, because it GETS HIM every time. He’s NEVER going to figure it out. Talk about thunderclap moments!Have a butchers at him. The expression on his face! You feel for him so much. And his response? Aw man. Let’s just say he gets STUCK IN, and leave it there.

Don’t forget, it’s almost that time of year again. Yup, The Hobbit. It’s got us intrigued enough about the dragon that we’re all willing to be blagged by noobs for three hours. And apparently, according to the radio, the new Hunger Games is the movie ‘the whole world’ has been waiting for. Erm, okay, yeah, sure, whatever ya reckon.
Realising, in Purgatory, that you left the iron on

Tuesday, 19 November 2013

Honesty Policy

Dominoes recently delivered flyers through the door advertising their pizzas at, open and close quotes, "Crazy Prices". At last, a company who doesn't lie to us. You have to admire their honesty. In these dog-eat-dog capitalist times, this is honorable to the bone.

Wednesday, 13 November 2013

Textbook Politics

When somebody tried doing this to Sean Penn in The Assassination of Richard Nixon (2004) he got blasted in the head at point blank range. Lesson learned: When a cheesed-off Penn tells you to fly a plane into the White House (and fly it low), then you better bloody well do it. GET OUT OF MY WAY! GET OUT OF MY WAY! I'VE GOT A BULLET AND I'LL SHOOT YA I'LL KILL YA!

When you're talking about burn-the-world cob ons, he really does give Michael 'goddamn' Douglas a good run for his money.

Monday, 11 November 2013

Friday, 8 November 2013

Rich Piana - Mr California

There’s not been a crazy bodybuilder feature here since Gregg Valentino or Zack King Khan but this guy raises the bar among even this esteemed company. He has more than his fair share of web haters who highlight his use of synthol (essentially an oily implant solution you inject into specific muscle fibres for increases in size). As you can imagine, many see this as cheating, and to be honest, due to its controversy, the blog hesitates to even mention it. It is named only because (a) cosmetic enhancement is a fascinating subject in its own right and (b) Rich openly discusses his performance enhancer use on camera, which is as rare in the sport of bodybuilding as rocking horse shite.
We know they all do it but only he admits it so a man has gotta owe him fat respect for that alone.

Let’s forget all those trim dieters weighing their egg whites for a perfectly balanced physique. This in a sense is what true bodybuilding was meant to be like: Morphing into a Mutant. Leaving humanity behind. You wanna be an average package with the same old boring predictable look, or you wanna be a freaky monster? Take the Incredible Hulk. You think he would win a contest if the stage could hold him? He’d come dead last. But whose name would the crowd be calling? Hulllk, Hulllk, Hulllk…

Drugs are only another optional piece of the jigsaw to maximise your natural genetics and hard work. In Rich’s case, I reckon, the final part, after many years taking care of everything else. Imagine sweating your ass off to build a house then having to put up with derision just because you added an extension not to everyone’s taste. And all the while the name callers have barely built anything themselves. The main word beginning with D here is dedication. Negativity is estranged from commitment and consistency.  This is what choosing a path and following it looks like.

Hey, make your own mind up about him. All I can vouch for personally is that this guy got my mate lifting weights again. That’s the bottom line. One look at Rich 'Mr California' Piana enjoying his bodybuilding life and his cosy little lazy layoff was over. He ate some toast and jogged straight the gym in his jeans. The good news is that we can all be Rich Piana in our own way. How? Well, by looking different to everybody else. By keeping freak in mind. And for those of you who may be wondering, freak is an endearing term in the muscle community.

This video is a marriage of inspiration. Not only are they bringing a true freakazoid to our screens, but they are doing so by the expertise of Alex Ardenti and Mustafa Yazicioglu. Alex is a rare master of motion with the lens and Mustafa’s grungy on-your-feet piano speaks of funk and dance, a genuine breath of stylish fresh air. Let’s celebrate a fusion of talents in their own right and revere this marvellous mixture of muscle and music.
a schmoe feature

Thursday, 24 October 2013

Finishing, Outlining, Drinking Pop

Recently, a little system has been discovered regarding getting small sessions of writing done. It’s all about location, device, time of day, and no more fukken Bic Fine longhand. It’s hard at the moment to imagine starting another book afresh from new. It’s sound advice to get crackin’ on the next as soon as the bottom line is starting to dry on your last but it’s also good advice to stop being a saddo and go get a life. The void can fast approach after a self-satisfied ending so it’s handy that other things needing to be done are already well underway and have been so for years. The beginning is not the hardest part but it requires big ideas and motivation. During other sticking points, you can draw on what you already have down in ink. 300 words a session now, in the last phase, is not at all too shabby. Little consistent building blocks, baby. 500+ is a bonus.

All the notes and outlining for this book amount to a couple of pages of A4. (Jeffrey ‘Loves Beaver’ Deaver spends up to nine months outlining before he writes a single word! Er, hello! Is he for real or what man? Imagine him prepping for a bodybuilding show? The winner would be cashing his cheque before ole Jeffrey had ironed his posing knickers! Too many twists define commercial tales. Too many twists, not enough risks, at least 500 pages, and twenny quotes of praise from periodicals you’ve never heard of in the front matter). Not hatin’, just sayin’. The best goal a book can achieve is to make the reader forget they are reading a book, agreed? An excess of formula is a constant reminder.

Where were we? Oh yeah. An essential trick is the spider graph. Learned this during high school revision. A couple of these with half a dozen words jotted around one keyword in a cloud in the middle can produce enough gas to charge through a whole fat chapter. Following a direction feels safe. Knowing exactly where you are and where you’re going does too. It’s when you detour into pure sentence-by-sentence make-it-up-as-you-go-along scenes when the surprises appear. Your imagination burps up some random nuggets. The good news is that there’s no such thing as a wrong turn. Not sober, anyway.

If you don’t surprise yourself you can’t expect to surprise anyone else. All writers are making up the same stuff. Lots of geezers are thinking the same thoughts. Loads of folk say today’s pop scene is dire. They slate the performers. Now that’s propa negative hatin’ coz there’s no appreciation or respect. Have you seen any recent pop videos lately? Like, dude. They’re sick. Too many shots, too many costume changes, too much eyelash fluttering, but artistically and visually, they’re kinda hard to beat. Think of a good idea right now on the spot and the pop vids are probably ahead of you. The choreography and cinematography in some of them are truly ill.  We’re all in a collective consciousness, big fish and small fish alike, a network of backbones all linked. Most have got internet access, but their modems ain’t on...so to speak…as in Smart TV, Thick Owner. Get me blood? It’s a race to get the best ideas first.

Tuesday, 15 October 2013

Another Dreadful Day Tomorrow

Simple photo. No spicing up, no text, no nothing. Let’s see what winter has in store for us all then shall we. Here in Google's digital realm all the elements are electric. Never forget the second half of a sentence from Fred the Weatherman one evening. He described the night’s conditions as normal, sleet or rain etc, but he finished with, “…and another dreadful day tomorra.” So, for example, “We’ve got rain and sleet in the east, and another dreadful day tomorra.” That was it then. He concluded the weather report with those final words. It was one of those isolated statements you often hear when you’re channel hopping. And another dreadful day tomorra.  

Wednesday, 9 October 2013

Wednesday, 10 July 2013

System Down

Wednesday, 3 July 2013

Tuesday, 25 June 2013

A Good Female Baddie

antje traue

The Twelve

Praise Jesus, and thank Gawwwd this book has ended! It was so long I forgot what happened at the beginning! Sweet man alive, how many friggin’ words is this thing? So many, nobody’s kept count! I knew there was a reason I stopped reading doorstoppers – as the author said himself, it’s good for killing mice. It was only Christopher Hitchens, insulting someone’s intelligence by saying they had probably never read a long book, who made me bother again, see if I was up to it. Only just, TBH. In fairness, the beginning was high tempo. King’s quote about the real world slipping away was true. It would have made a hooking novella, or short novel. But then it had to have a Part 2, didn’t it. (What is it with authors and parts? At least make them roughly equal. Each character’s uncle’s budgie had their own part near the end.) This was no ordinary Part 2 either. This part 2 spawned a generational gap, skipping nearly a hundred years into the future. Felt like I was starting another book. I should have started another book.

There was a stand-out scene near the end inside a cage involving a fight against a vampire, but I’m sorry, a good beginning and this cannot justify 733 pages. It was the first time I’ve ever been reading and clock watching at the same time. Straight up. Goddamn clock watching and reading at the same blinkin’ time. How was I to know, also, that this is only the middle of a trilogy!? Wow and wow again. A big long fat bloated woooooooooooow. So that’s why none of it made any sense.

THE WAY WE FIGURE THINGS OUT HERE, successful people can take some stick. It’s what the tossernet is for. It’s not cool to kick starving up ‘n’ comers in the teeth, but runaway moneymakers can kop for it. So:

Boring as. And so many names. He even ruined a name in my own current book. Crukshank. There you go. This guy has already banded it around the free world in 40 languages so you lot may as well hear it from me to boot. He was bound to spoil some, simply by mentioning so many. And who calls their vampires Virals? Who even writes vampire novel trilogies? Helllloooooo. Apparently, this was shorter than the first. Shorter. How can this be shorter than anything but the bible? He even has his own version of the bible at the beginning! Scary how realistic his made up world is. To give him credit, they ARE great vampires, but still...get a grip fella, and sort that author photograph as well mate.

VERDICT: Stick with Deaver

Thursday, 20 June 2013

Welcome to the Punch (End Theme)

Going out with a bang instead of limply fading away. The end credit score to this movie was the best thing about it. It slowly crawls in on your blindside like Shinobi, lets you know it’s there by tapping you on the shoulder, seems to slip away into the distance again like a fingersmith with your wallet, then comes bobbing back in to give you a garden shears haircut from the front with a choppy orchestral flair.