Film Festivals don’t seem to be designed for human beings- instead, they appear to be designed for the new, uber-efficient next wave of humanity who won’t have to worry about anything as prosaic as finding time for eating or sleeping. I am, to be honest, running on empty- I’m just about keeping up, but I feel like the man running to try and get enough speed to leap onto the Carousel, and some bastard keeps speeding the damn thing up. I am, at least, watching plenty of movies, and keeping myself occupied enough so that the next eight days doesn’t seem like an absolute eternity. I’ve also avoided doing anything at the Fringe Festival for the moment- I want to do some stuff, but I’m saving it for my birthday, which is approaching on the 21st of August. I will be 32 years of age, and life shows no signs of wanting to get less complicated.
Last night was the Tartan Films party, and as a mild sequel to last year, when I ended up on the roof of a building resembling UNIT H.Q., this time I fell foul of Edinburgh’s nightmarish habit of letting one street just transform into another without actually telling anyone. Twice, I ended up going in the wrong direction, and eventually I ended up arriving nearly an hour and a half late. It turned out to be relatively good fun- nowhere near as good as last year’s, and it suffered from a DJ convinced that playing early Sixties tunes non-stop was a good thing, but it did improve occasionally, and I did get to go wild on the dance floor to ‘White Lines’ by Grandmaster Flash, as well as ‘Express Yourself’ by Madonna. A blonde girl briefly shouted “We love you!” on the way off the dance floor, which is always good for the ego when you’re dancing like a maniac and not caring what you look like. In the end, at least, the traumatic journey was worth it.
Film wise… it’s been rather crowded.
JINDABYNE- Excellent, very powerful Aussie Drama. Gabriel Byrne, once again, is ridiculously good.
NEO NED- A Neo-Nazi falls for a Black Girl who thinks she’s the reincarnation of Hitler. Not quite as tasteless as it sounds, but not particularly good either…
THEM- Scary French shennanigans, as a couple in Romania come under attack from mysterious forces. A little one-note, but technically excellent. The Romanian Tourist Board must be really unhappy with all these Romanian-based horror flicks…
LOVE SICK- Sweet romance between two girls, thrown slightly off kilter by an incestuous sub-plot that took me a while to actually work out what was going on.
THE KILLING OF JOHN LENNON- Bland, messy and exploitative. I don’t think the world needed a Mark Chapman biopic, and this hasn’t convinced me otherwise.
CLERKS II- Brilliantly funny and stunningly crude, this is Kevin Smith back on form. It may eventually wear its heart on its sleeve, but it’s also a worthy follow up. And Rosario Dawson is deeply, deeply sexy…
FIRST LOVE- Japanese drama all about a schoolgirl who ends up perpetrating a legendary robbery during the turbulent sixties. Beautifully put together, and gently paced.
BLACK SHEEP- Punky collection of stories in Berlin, with the emphasis on gross-out humour and pushing the boundaries of taste. Baggy and OTT in places, but also suprisingly effective in others.
Right- I’ve got Korean melodrama with APRIL SNOW tonight. I’m pushing myself over the weekend to see as many films as possible, so I can hopefully let myself off and give myself a break on my Birthday. I’m also having some good thoughts on the novel, and am starting to get keen to get back and start doing some serious work.
Time is on my side. Yes it is…
2 thoughts on “The Man Who Was Thursday”
am lusting after Clerks 11, in the want to watch it way. I love Kevin Smith. Even Mallrats had its moments, only too few of them.
Gabriel Byrne is God. That is all. (and he’s Irish with it)
If you’re a Smith fan, you’ll love it. It’s his strongest film since Chasing Amy, and full of eminently quotable stuff.
And completely agree with you on Byrne. The man is a deity walking the earth (in an actorly sense…)