Times were so high, they were low...

Hi ho. You may have noticed I've been away from LJ for awhile. You may not have. Whatever.

Saw King Kong yesterday after buying the DVD. Best B-Movie ever made, right there. What a great film that turned out to be. I can see why some people wouldn't like it, particularly if they've never seen a movie made in the 30s and therefore have no idea what the movie was both parodying and paying homage to.

Adrien Brody was v. literarily heroic and v. cool. Any hero called Driscoll gets my vote anyway. Naomi Watts was OK, but I get the feeling that it could've been done just as well by a number of different actresses. Whatever happened to Fay Wray?*

Anyway, I found it horribly sad in the end, which didn't surprise me at all given the shards of the '33 Kong I've seen (last time I tried to watch it, I got as far as the ship and then went and watched something else instead. Probably with Errol Flynn, knowing me.) However, the Famous Final Line in this new version seemed to fall a little flat. Might just be me, but it was just blah.

What else? Ah yes, Doctor Who. I have adored David Tennant since that first "if you were me, you'd do what i do" line in Casanova and this didn't let me down. I laughed, I nearly cried, it was all good, but as one columnist said in the Times, the aliens are as sucky as ever they've been. And yes, I think David Tennant is a better Doctor than Christopher Eccleston, who didn't have the required Bonkers thing. Let's put it this way: could you imagine him narrating Little Britain? There you go.

Also, I woke up this morning after having had a dream about being at a concert. A Pink Floyd Another Brick in the Wall festival of prog in the late 70s/early 80s/whatever. With my brother. The members of Pink Floyd looked correct for that time period. The concert was over at 6.15pm and we went to a train station. Tube station, actually. Mikey tried to jump to a platform and ended up underneath the trains. The fear of running around to make sure the trains didn't move woke me up. The weirdest thing about this?

What the fuck was I doing at a Pink Floyd concert?

*If anyone actually thinks I need to be told what happened to Fay Wray and doesn't get the reference, I ask respectfully: what are you doing on my journal?

( Spoiled? Moi? Meme )

Times were so high, they were low...

Hi ho. You may have noticed I've been away from LJ for awhile. You may not have. Whatever.

Saw King Kong yesterday after buying the DVD. Best B-Movie ever made, right there. What a great film that turned out to be. I can see why some people wouldn't like it, particularly if they've never seen a movie made in the 30s and therefore have no idea what the movie was both parodying and paying homage to.

Adrien Brody was v. literarily heroic and v. cool. Any hero called Driscoll gets my vote anyway. Naomi Watts was OK, but I get the feeling that it could've been done just as well by a number of different actresses. Whatever happened to Fay Wray?*

Anyway, I found it horribly sad in the end, which didn't surprise me at all given the shards of the '33 Kong I've seen (last time I tried to watch it, I got as far as the ship and then went and watched something else instead. Probably with Errol Flynn, knowing me.) However, the Famous Final Line in this new version seemed to fall a little flat. Might just be me, but it was just blah.

What else? Ah yes, Doctor Who. I have adored David Tennant since that first "if you were me, you'd do what i do" line in Casanova and this didn't let me down. I laughed, I nearly cried, it was all good, but as one columnist said in the Times, the aliens are as sucky as ever they've been. And yes, I think David Tennant is a better Doctor than Christopher Eccleston, who didn't have the required Bonkers thing. Let's put it this way: could you imagine him narrating Little Britain? There you go.

Also, I woke up this morning after having had a dream about being at a concert. A Pink Floyd Another Brick in the Wall festival of prog in the late 70s/early 80s/whatever. With my brother. The members of Pink Floyd looked correct for that time period. The concert was over at 6.15pm and we went to a train station. Tube station, actually. Mikey tried to jump to a platform and ended up underneath the trains. The fear of running around to make sure the trains didn't move woke me up. The weirdest thing about this?

What the fuck was I doing at a Pink Floyd concert?

*If anyone actually thinks I need to be told what happened to Fay Wray and doesn't get the reference, I ask respectfully: what are you doing on my journal?

( Spoiled? Moi? Meme )