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minervasoloMy hugs things has gone Christmassy ^_^ I'm still not quite getting into the Christmas spirit thing, but the Snow Queen is helping. C4 adaption of Hans Christian Anderson, absoltuely beautiful and properly Christmassy. Second part today, definitely worth watching. It's like watching 'The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe' or something.
Also watch 'Indian in the Cupboard' last night, as my mother rented it on the premise that there probably wouldn't be any good Christmassy tv on. I saw it when I was about eight, and read as many of the books as I could get my hands on a few years later, but I'd forgotten how damn brilliant it is. Especially the little soldier, since in the books he gets killed during the war. Lots of poignant, lots of humour, lots of 'with great power comes great responsibility' without the damn cheesy line hammering it through to you.
I actually saw Spiderman 2 last night. I really do not see the appeal. It's alright, but it's still kinda weak. The cartoony style got irritating, especoially the outbreak of 'raindrops keep falling on my head', since it does't even relate to the comics. And let's face it, I've never been a spidey fan. Far too much angst. Quite glad I didn't bother with it at the cinema. Though now I really really want to see Hellboy...
And then there was Van Helsing. We worked out it would have made a brilliant parody. The humour was there, both intentional and unintentional. It spends most of it's time in the 'so bad it's good' category, but unfortunately not enough. If you sorted out the bad acting, bad props and costumes, bad continuity, bad script and bad effects, you'd still be left with a really weak, dull plot. There's no sympathy for any of the characters, except possible Frankenstein's creature, but that's Shelley's doing. it's a good film to take the piss out of, but I can't imagine watching it seriously. The oneliners were good. That's about it.
BBC adaption of 'Whistle and I'll come to you', aka 'so that's why sheets make good ghosts. Absolutely brilliant. Especially in the dreams, when it's just this dark stringy blob getting larger/coming towards him, since they've been building up to it for a while and it's a perfect revelation. You might be expecting monsters or axe-murderers, but it's just this weird, floating sheet. Of which there are several more, and consider this: middle of the night, you're woken by the sounds of sheets moving, like someone's in the bed next to you. Except no one is, and the sheets are moving on their own. It's really quite creepy.
And best thing? No stupid spoil-the-suspense-and-point-out-every-ghoul soundtrack. None. The climax is just a man whimpering and sheets moving. Which is far creepier. And it just ends with him sitting on the bed going 'no', over and over.
I've wanted to see it for a while, and half contemplated buying it (it's about £30 for a 45 minute film, no extras, so really not actually worth it), so the BBC get points from me for deciding to air ghost stories over Christmas.
And guess what? I'm going to see Phantom of the Opera soon ^_^
Currently I'm not too well, which is part of the reason I've been curled up downstairs watching too many films. That and the chocolates are down there. My skin has already decided to remind me why moderation is good. I swear, I do, diet in January. A few years ago I lost a stone simply because I stopped snacking, and it stayed off until my daily exercise was severly cut thanks to not having to hike up the hill to school any more. And now, I'm 100% in charge of my own diet. Ought to be easy. Honest.
I dreamt of chocolate last night. Including someone insisting on making spaghetti with nuts and chocolate. Part of me thinks that wouldn't be half bad. At least, it couldn't be any worse than chocolate pizza.
Anyway, still have this sore throat thing that's present in the mornings and gone in the evenings, which bugs me bit. It's bee threatening for several weeks, so I suppose I ought to be greatful it manifested here rather than at Uni. Not sure what I'd do with myself if I was ill at Uni, even something minor.
Still, proud of myself. I've written loads of Greenhelm, finished my two pre-Christmas obligations, drawn some good stuff (no scanner til I get back to Uni though), dealth with all the shopping and stuff and yeah. It's just teh bank i really need to deal with. I have to post something to Natwest to get my PIN number for teh account with no money in it, and talk to them about PINs and activation codes for other accounts. It's all going to turn up here after I've left, of course, and I won't be able to buy stuff I don't want/need/fit in the January sales until the end of January. Which is when it's all even cheaper, so meh, no great loss.
Still, the bank stuff is worrying/
Also watch 'Indian in the Cupboard' last night, as my mother rented it on the premise that there probably wouldn't be any good Christmassy tv on. I saw it when I was about eight, and read as many of the books as I could get my hands on a few years later, but I'd forgotten how damn brilliant it is. Especially the little soldier, since in the books he gets killed during the war. Lots of poignant, lots of humour, lots of 'with great power comes great responsibility' without the damn cheesy line hammering it through to you.
I actually saw Spiderman 2 last night. I really do not see the appeal. It's alright, but it's still kinda weak. The cartoony style got irritating, especoially the outbreak of 'raindrops keep falling on my head', since it does't even relate to the comics. And let's face it, I've never been a spidey fan. Far too much angst. Quite glad I didn't bother with it at the cinema. Though now I really really want to see Hellboy...
And then there was Van Helsing. We worked out it would have made a brilliant parody. The humour was there, both intentional and unintentional. It spends most of it's time in the 'so bad it's good' category, but unfortunately not enough. If you sorted out the bad acting, bad props and costumes, bad continuity, bad script and bad effects, you'd still be left with a really weak, dull plot. There's no sympathy for any of the characters, except possible Frankenstein's creature, but that's Shelley's doing. it's a good film to take the piss out of, but I can't imagine watching it seriously. The oneliners were good. That's about it.
BBC adaption of 'Whistle and I'll come to you', aka 'so that's why sheets make good ghosts. Absolutely brilliant. Especially in the dreams, when it's just this dark stringy blob getting larger/coming towards him, since they've been building up to it for a while and it's a perfect revelation. You might be expecting monsters or axe-murderers, but it's just this weird, floating sheet. Of which there are several more, and consider this: middle of the night, you're woken by the sounds of sheets moving, like someone's in the bed next to you. Except no one is, and the sheets are moving on their own. It's really quite creepy.
And best thing? No stupid spoil-the-suspense-and-point-out-every-ghoul soundtrack. None. The climax is just a man whimpering and sheets moving. Which is far creepier. And it just ends with him sitting on the bed going 'no', over and over.
I've wanted to see it for a while, and half contemplated buying it (it's about £30 for a 45 minute film, no extras, so really not actually worth it), so the BBC get points from me for deciding to air ghost stories over Christmas.
And guess what? I'm going to see Phantom of the Opera soon ^_^
Currently I'm not too well, which is part of the reason I've been curled up downstairs watching too many films. That and the chocolates are down there. My skin has already decided to remind me why moderation is good. I swear, I do, diet in January. A few years ago I lost a stone simply because I stopped snacking, and it stayed off until my daily exercise was severly cut thanks to not having to hike up the hill to school any more. And now, I'm 100% in charge of my own diet. Ought to be easy. Honest.
I dreamt of chocolate last night. Including someone insisting on making spaghetti with nuts and chocolate. Part of me thinks that wouldn't be half bad. At least, it couldn't be any worse than chocolate pizza.
Anyway, still have this sore throat thing that's present in the mornings and gone in the evenings, which bugs me bit. It's bee threatening for several weeks, so I suppose I ought to be greatful it manifested here rather than at Uni. Not sure what I'd do with myself if I was ill at Uni, even something minor.
Still, proud of myself. I've written loads of Greenhelm, finished my two pre-Christmas obligations, drawn some good stuff (no scanner til I get back to Uni though), dealth with all the shopping and stuff and yeah. It's just teh bank i really need to deal with. I have to post something to Natwest to get my PIN number for teh account with no money in it, and talk to them about PINs and activation codes for other accounts. It's all going to turn up here after I've left, of course, and I won't be able to buy stuff I don't want/need/fit in the January sales until the end of January. Which is when it's all even cheaper, so meh, no great loss.
Still, the bank stuff is worrying/
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Date: 24/12/04 09:43 pm (UTC)I doon't really watch much telly these days. And there's little that appeals these days, though I will be watching the new Sherlock Holmes on Boxing Day. Drugged out indolent Holmes, that sounds so good!