Monday, 21 November 2011

Missing University

If you've been a regular reader of this here blog you will be aware that I have recently finished University, spending 3 years amongst the great unwashed, engaging in pretentious, nonsensical debates and consuming outrageous amounts of food and drink (That hasn't really stopped).



This will make for a fine starters


Since leaving I have had some difficulty adjusting to adult life and have reminisced on more than one occasion to anyone who will listen about how great my life was prior to leaving university, not that my life is bad or anything, it's just not the same. You see university is like that ex girlfriend you never quite got over, you'll bore people to death with stories that can only possibly be of interest to you and try to recapture the experience, often failing and looking slightly sad in the process.(You're never too old for Touchcup IMO) You see, like that relationship with said ex girlfriend, university ended for a reason and instead of living in the past, it is time to move onward and upwards to bigger and better things.



Smile through the pain


But the truth is, since leaving I have wanted to write something about my time at Portsmouth University, a little tribute to the experiences I had and the friend's I made. Aside from my outright laziness the reason said entry has taken so long to emerge is because I feel it would be difficult to the entire 3 years justice. So, with that said I have come up with a solution. Over the next couple of weeks I will be writing an entry for each individual year. I'm going to try and avoid crossing over into bad Myspace blog territory, however, sentimentality will rear its ugly head on more then one occasion so be warned. Expect a new entry by the end of the week.

Sunday, 20 November 2011

Weekend food diary

Since leaving university I have been spending a lot of time in the gym trying to improve my level of fitness, to some degree I've been successful, losing most of my stomach fat and developing something mildly resembling the ever elusive six pack. To be fair a great deal of this success can be attributed to my improved diet since moving in with my aunt and uncle, gone are the "healthy" university meals such as Tuna Pasta marinaded in mayonaise and Chilli Con Carne with a side of 28p Garlic Bread and, oh yes, a generous side of mayonaise. No, since leaving Uni I've been relying on my Aunt and Uncle's culinary skills and I'm perhaps the healthiest I've ever been....That was until this weekend where I relapsed somewhat.

Me and 3 of my university friends decided to reunite for, what was a delightful weekend in the country, for whatever reason we all decided to gorge ourselves silly, the amount of food and drink consumed was such that I decided to document it here. What follows is a food diary that begins Friday evening and ends Sunday evening.

Friday

7 slices of take away pizza.
1 Vodka Martini (It was fucking disgusting)
5 Martini and Lemonade's (250ml)

Saturday

1 Full English Breakfast consisting of 4 slices of bacon, 2 eggs, 2 hash browns, 2 sausages, 2 slices of toast and some beans.
2 and a half croisants with butter and jam.
3 chocolate muffins
2 snowball cocktails (Tall Glass)
3 Martini and Lemonade's (250 ml)
1 Crabbie's Beer
2 large glasses of wed wine
A shared 'Asian' Deli Board
1 Slice of crusty bread
Steak and chips (With larged cooked mushroom on the side)
1 Sticky Toffee Pudding with ginger ice cream
1 chocolate pudding with ice cream (Half eaten....I was still hungry)
1 Vodka and Lemonade (Tall Glass)
1 small glass of Port (50 ml)

Sunday (This is where things got really silly)

5+ Scotch Pancakes w/ butter and syrup
1 slice of bread with homemade Jam
1 Cup of Coffee
1 Bag of Fruit Pastilles
Handfuls of Galaxy Minstrels
Handfuls of M & M's
Steak and Potato Wedges (With mayo and ketchup)
Nachos (Covered in cheese and salsa dip)
Chocolate Brownie and Cornish Ice Cream
1 glass of Lemonade (Tall Glass)
1 Roast Dinner (Which I'm trying eat as I type this)

So yes, this could be my last entry ever as I am liable to do a Mr. Creosote at any moment now. Goodbye kids, it's been fun. Eat healthy!

Sunday, 14 August 2011

Defining a classic: An analysis of Pixar's Up

Up (2009)

It seems the term classic is banded around far too hastily these days. Disney has deemed the entirety of its animated feature film catalogue as ‘classic’ despite entries that range from the mediocre (Mulan) to the downright disastrous (The Black Cauldron). ‘Classic’ status is given to movies that have just a few lines of dialogue and/or memorable moments that highlight an otherwise unremarkable feature (Scarface) . Even movies which are devoid of any remarkable quality whatsoever can be deemed ‘classic’, just ask Ed Wood. It seems the term has become more of a marketing tool, rather than a unanimous recognition of achievement. Of course, to then proclaim Pixar’s magnificent animation Up as a classic may seem hypocritical and an example of individual hyperbole, how is then that Up deserves to the controversial title of Classic?

The film’s opening sequences appear to situate the film in familiar territory, Pixar’s fondness for sending up old public service broadcasts and the exploration of childhood innocence and desire for adventure, as well as that familiar movie staple, budding romance. We are introduced to our protagonist Carl Fredrickson,a young boy who dreams of being the, somewhat dubious in his integrity, explorer Charles Muntz, on his way home one day he stumbles into an abandoned house where he meets kindred spirit Ellie, who too wants to travel to South America. What follows is a short but touching montage showing the children’s blossoming romance transition into elderly contentment, a life marked by more than one tragedy, not least that by the time of Ellie’s death the couple were never able to fulfil one of their lifelong dreams and travel. Carl, now elderly and living alone, unable to function in a modern world that is rapidly moving away from him, up and moves away to South America, taking his entire house with him, with the help of a thousand helium balloons.

As with all Pixar films there is plenty to enjoy visually, with the film boasting some of the richest animation and fully realized worlds seen in the genre. The narrative is particularly quirky even for a Pixar outing. Aside from the unique storybook nature of the main narrative, there are plenty of quirky twists throughout, with South America realised like somewhere from a Roald Dahl book and an army of dogs who communicate through collar translators. For as playfully imaginative and visually rich as the picture is, it is in the film’s characterization that the film truly shines. Writing and directing the film, Pete Dochter and Bob Peterson in true Pixar fashion have created some of the most memorable and likeable characters seen in any film in recent memory, with supporting players such as naive pooch Dug and overweight boy scout Russell rising above the one-note comic relief they could easily have become and into real characters an audience can emotionally invest in. Then of course there is the film’s central figure and protagonist, Carl Fredrickson (Voiced perfectly by Ed Asner).

Pixar has a track record of unlikely heroes and Carl is no exception modelled after the late Spencer Tracy, Carl is old and cantankerous, he refers to his house by the name of his deceased wife and cannot walk without aid. Yet he is endearing and a character we care about the moment we see him and of all of Pixar’s work he is perhaps the truest 3 dimensional character they have ever put forth. Aside from the nature of Carl’s quest, which itself is an attempt to fulfil the dream he shared with his wife, we understand Carl’s inner guilt, sense of loss and obsessions through delicate dialogue exchanges and subtle nuances. A key scene within the film in which Carl is able to find some inner solace and realise the consequences of his obsessions is achieved not through hack dialogue, but by body language and a simple gesture, in a scene that is both touching and true to the character, as is his eventual transformation to loving patriarch and unlikely action hero. Carl’s journey is indeed a sentimental one and more than one scene will tug at the toughest of heart strings.

Themes of loss, abandonment and obsession are all present within the film. It is all three that drive Carl to journey to South America and his ability to overcome his obsession that sets him apart from the villainous and warped Charles Muntz (Voiced by veteran villain actor Christopher Plummer). Like Carl, Charles too is obsessive, after losing public affection many years ago; Charles seeks a rare flightless bird which he believes will prove his innocence. His obsession has lead him to a murderous sense of entitlement, having spent the last 70 years in living in South Africa in an airship filled with fossils and relics from the past. Charles personifies the perils of obsession and loss, afflictions Carl must overcome to avoid a similar fate, something he does and in doing so reunites one family and founds a new one with Dug and Russell. With such dark subject matter there is always the risk of overshooting the mark, thankfully this is not the case here. Whereas films such as Finding Nemo and Monsters Inc laid on the sentiment just a little too heavy, Up ‘s moments of sentiment and inclusion of more adult themes and subject matter are perfectly judged and a tear of sadness can quickly be turned into tears of joy and laughter without causing awkward bumps in the flow of the narrative. Ultimately the film’s message seems to be that happiness is not constrained by age and more often than not, the most rewarding happiness can be found not in some distant land but in the bonds of friendship and family.

For all the impressive characterization and as moving as Up is, it is also tremendously exciting and very funny, with a reoccurring gag involving dog translators and the interaction between Carl and Russell being particularly worthy of mention. Up is also full of inventive set pieces and whether it involves Carl’s house taking flight for the first time or the climactic battle on Muntz’s flying fortress, Up provides excitement in spades, with the set pieces bridged with a fine balance of hilarity and poignancy.

For years it seems Pixar have been on the cusp of making the perfect animated film, some would argue that they already did and indeed, films such as Wall-E and the Toy Story trilogy are perhaps close to attaining that status. Up, however, floats high above the rest in terms of narrative innovation and most notably its 3 dimensional and believable characterization, which sets a benchmark for any animation that will follow it, a film that will prove to be as timeless as its message and in the not so distant future, fully deserving the title of classic.







Saturday, 13 August 2011

Different sort of entry.

Ok. So this is an attempt at a more professional and formal (And therefore pretentious) review. Posted here in all of its glory for your enjoyment. Be nice yeah?


Paul (2011)

To boldly go where many have tried and failed before.

The track record of successful British comedy acts transitioning overseas has been less than stellar, either appeasing the masses by resting on their laurels and riding out their shelf life or fading into B-movie obscurity. It is a pleasant surprise then that the latest offering from comedy double act Nick Frost and Simon Pegg have made something that is fresh and yet does not stray too far from what makes them so likeable in the first place.

In roles that surely did not require too much background research, Pegg and Frost play, Clive and Graeme, a pair of self professed comic book geeks who, one their tour of paranormal hotspots, encounter lost extra-terrestrial Paul (Seth Rogen) who enlists them to help him return home. All the while evading a squad of special agents hot on their trail, this may all sound vaguely familiar.

Rather than rely solely on the charms of its leads, the film boasts a variety of supporting characters, not least of all is the film titular character Paul, of whom the film’s ability to sink or swim truly rests upon. On first impressions (not least the trailer) Paul may seem like a crude and repellent character but he quickly charms and ends up being a welcome addition to the troupe adding a new dynamic to the comedy styling’s of the film’s leads. Other supporting players include the ever charming Kristen Wiig, whose transformation from bible thumper to teenage delinquent/potential love interest is perfectly acceptable and Jason Bateman’s seemingly psychotic special agent in an amusing against type performance. Less successful are the double act of Jo Trugilo and Bill Hader as a couple of hapless agents who provide some uninspired slapstick comedy.

The film plays out as an affectionate pastiche of many of cinemas most beloved and quotable science fiction films and the film boasts an onslaught of references and cameos which fans of the Pegg/Frost formula will no doubt relish. Notable by his absence is director Edgar Wright, whose unique editing and directorial style contributed greatly to the success and subsequent cult following of both Shaun of The Dead and Hot Fuzz. Stepping into these well worn shoes is experienced comedy director Greg Mottola who brings his own unique, deft approach of directing, less frenetic then Wright’s, an approach that actually benefits the film.

The film is not devoid of criticisms however, the script is a little overstretched at times, with a subplot involving Paul and a young girl who once saved his life (now an elderly woman played by Blythe Danner) not given the time it needs to allow audiences emotional investment and a reliance on foul language (From one of the films big cameos no less) quickly becomes overkill. The transition from independent British films to a big studio production has also seen some of the harder edged comedy synonymous with Pegg and Frost’s earlier work become softened and more accessible to the masses, for instance, an amusing debate regarding creationism Vs evolution is only given brief screen time.

However, this a film that will please both established and new audiences that for all its faults and occasional vulgarities manages to still be both amusing and ultimately rather charming. A bold step in the right direction.

4/5

Friday, 5 August 2011

Making it up as I go along

I enjoyed vent spleening so much yesterday that I thought I'd come online and start writing, as I write this I have no idea where this is going. This should be fun. For me.

I suppose at some point I shall write about University and how it affected me, recount all the amusing and interesting anecdotes I have, and yes there are many. It is perhaps too epic a task to do tonight though and would actually require me to do attempt some skillful writing and not rely on familiar cheap jokes. Maybe.

The Wire is my new favorite TV show. There is little to fault with this show, it is perhaps the best television show I have ever watched, masterfully scripted and skillfully acted, it's gritty, gripping, shocking and at times genuinely moving. The show tackles the war on crime, specifically drug related crime, in the Baltimore area. What sets it apart from other shows is that the narrative is told from both the viewpoint of the police and those living in the projects. Like most shows that get broadcast on HBO, one of the key themes is no such thing as plain good and evil, black and white, there are merely shades of grey. It's important to start from the beginning and stick through the first 2 episodes as the show has multiple narrative arcs right from the get go, but stick with it and you'll soon find there's nothing better. Oh and Stringer Bell is one of the coolest characters ever to grace a television set.

I'm sure this is littered with spelling and grammar errors and I would like to have given the show a better write up but right now I don't care, I'm off to bed. I intend to lighten up and fall asleep on a cheerful note. I'm reading some book, it's told from a first person perspective and, what sets it apart is that it's narrative is told entirely through diary entires. About some girl who's gone into hiding with her family to avoid persecution and perhaps a fate worse then death.

I think her name is Anne.

Sweet dreams.

Thursday, 28 July 2011

A lot can happen in a year.

So I'm back, after a year’s absence I've decided to update this damned thing. Lots to tell? Maybe. Interested? Unlikely. In all seriousness the past year has been an interesting one, and personally one of the best years of my life, I can only hope that whatever awaits me around the corner will be as exciting and rewarding as the experience I had in my final year at University.




Although writing a blog entry on me would be both easy and damn enjoyable for someone as self-absorbed as yours truly, this is not why I decided to return to the blog.

I go to the gym; it's one of my hobbies. Most gyms screen music channels so to encourage and motivate those using the facilities to train that extra bit more, sounds stupid, it is, but it works. Not my gym though, no, we get BBC News 24. I don't follow the news, personally it depresses me and, being a depressive, cynical so and so by nature I try not to encourage these thought processes. Still, over the last 3 months I've been paying slightly more attention.

Tabloids such as News of the World have been accused of, among other shenanigans hacking into the phones of various individuals, including victims of the 7/7 bombings, relatives of British soldiers fighting overseas and Katie Price. Granted, I don't know all the facts and I'm too lazy to take my research beyond the much maligned Wikipedia and what I see on the news everyday but there's something about the situation that really bothers me.

I love how fickle the public can be, it would perhaps be unfair to blame the British public specifically but it is they who I have been most exposed to. Whether it's the News of the World, The Daily Star or, my personal favourite, The Sun, it seems that the public will lap up any story fed to them, believe it and spread it willingly as gospel, no matter how dubious or hurtful it might be. More often than not, these stories are best received when they are at the expense of a celebrity.

First world celebrity culture is another one of my main gripes. There are celebrities out there who actually have talent, who have achieved the level of celebrity by setting themselves apart from everybody else and showcasing their talents. Then there are those who exist solely in the tabloid solar system, people who achieve fame and fortune almost exclusively through tabloid journalism and magazines aimed at a predominant female demographic. Even sadder is that some of these celebrities were once talented individuals who went out and achieved something but have since fallen from grace.

It saddens me greatly that in 2011, publications such as The Sun and The Daily Star are able to not only exist but thrive within our culture, the blame however cannot rest at the feet of the editors and 'journalists' behind these publications but instead with the British public who happily spend money out of their own pockets to not only keep the papers alive but those working for them rich and successful. How then, does this tie into the recent phone hacking scandal.

As I mentioned before, tabloids such as The Sun thrive off spiteful journalism, exploitation and heckling those who are on the verge of self-destructing with a sadistic voyeurism and glee. It has proved a recipe for success. However, when the means to these horrifying ends are exposed as underhanded, the world goes up in arms and labels the papers reprehensible.




"Say What?!"


Say what indeed. Still, this didn't really strike a nerve until 2 weeks ago by the unfortunate news that Amy Winehouse had died at the age of 27. I got some flak for this at the time, but it is an opinion I still believe has some truth to it and I'm going to share it with you all again now. Amy Winehouse is not a role model, should not be looked up to by future generations and should not be heralded as a national treasure.

Young Amy was admittedly a talented (very) young lady who wrote and performed some great music, she was certainly unique and I was, in fact a fan. Of her music. Personal demons plagued her throughout her career and she was, no doubt a troubled young woman, her personal life, drugs and alcohol problems span out of control so fast that it was amazing she stayed alive as long as she did. All this by the way, was played out for the world to see and brought to you in colour by the British press.




For years this went on, story after story of a woman whose life was spinning out of control, a woman who desperately needed help and support. She received none; the public of course, lapped up stories like this and apparently enjoyed watching someone’s life tailspin before their eyes. So when young Amy finally reaches ground zero, the public mourn, the same public who sat by and watched laughed at her expense and sat around doing nothing suddenly are in mourning, and what do the papers say.



Well I don't have an image for this, but let's just say there was an abrupt about face, urging the public to sympathise with her family and remember what great talent she had, both factors which were seldom discussed when she was actually alive. The sad truth is Amy's star fell long ago into that aforementioned tabloid solar system where a star's life is played out in a bricolage of scandal, shame and disgrace. Was she talented? Very much so. Should she be remembered as an icon or national treasure? Certainly not.

I'm sure there will be those who do not agree with me and think I am being rather callous, that is of course fine but the fact remains, she is dead and we all sat by and watched and what's more, it will happen again.

I told you the news brings out the depressive cynic in me.