Take two parts western, one part Blade Runner. Put them into a blender, add a garnish of tart one-liners and some actually kinda grisly violence. And don’t forget to kill a few characters off just to show that, hey, your’re not messing around!
No, I didn’t really care for Serenity. Look outside the Whedon-cult worship, and it’s a professionally made B-movie with some great dialogue but some clunky-ass storytelling, a few very dodgy moments of CG, and a visual style that did the usual “We’ll shoot it exactly like the TV series but with REALLY BIG SETS!” thing. It’ll be interesting to see how it does, as dark-toned, brutal sci-fi has hardly gone down great guns at the box office recently.
I’m Thirty One. And, to be honest, I really don’t want to be here in Edinburgh anymore. I’m going to take the rest of today off- I was hoping the films would help, but- to be honest- they didn’t. The “Battle in Heaven” party last night turned out to be lots of people I didn’t know crammed into a tiny side-room of a club, with Mexican music played at ear-bleeding levels. I stuck it out for forty minutes, before making a run for it. Not my idea of a good time.
And, I’ve got to finish the Romero piece by tomorrow morning. I think I’m going to go and have a look at it now- as the sooner I get it out the way, the sooner I can relax (at least until tomorrow). The next few days are just stretching away from me at a dizzying rate, and the fact that I’ve got over a week until I go home… I’m feeling like I’ve made a really big mistake in coming here. I know I haven’t, but I can’t help that it feels like that.
Anyhow, I’m going to go and give myself the birthday I deserve. I forsee fun, sugar, and as much surreal theatre as I can get my hands on.
2 thoughts on “Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me…”
Am terribly, horribly, wet-hanky, upset that you have no love for Serenity. Which is one of the things I am dying to see. Hope this is down to your being cynical and jaded. I spent yest watching season 1 Buffy for kicks and revitalised all my Joss fangirlishness (note (a): Angel has very nice haircut in his 1st few eps : note (b): isn’t it fun when Joyce Summers hears sound in supposed empty house and goes all Susan Sarandon with her eyes?)
I thought Serenity was the most entertaining thing I’ve seen at the festival. I’ll elaborate and review it once I’ve got my head together.