One of my BFFs suggested the book ‘Furiously Happy’ by Jenny Larson. Not only does it detail someone’s lifelong and inspiring battle against mental illness, but it does so with some side-splitting anecdotes, and midnight-black humour, as the author faces each day with the sort of challenges many of us can recognise. It also has… Read More Nurses’ sleep-psycho, sorry, sleep-cycle’
“Why do we value great tragedy in our entertainment?” This is the opening line from the Passion Of the Nerd video blog, detailing the nuances of both Buffy and Angel, and why is it we love to cry at the things that cause us pain, solely in the name of entertainment and doing things other… Read More When it comes to ‘Loved & Lost’, which is the more important?
Hellow. I am alive. I am not THAT busy. It’s just my life, and the bits of life that I comment on seem to be spinning faster and faster. And with every spin more happens. And most of it isn’t nice. Since I last posted the world has had the Orlando shootings, which knocked me… Read More The world turns slowly
First of all, apologies for a few things, specifically the last one before the Ghostbusters critique, which was a little spiralled and confusing. It was spiralled and confusing to me, and I wrote it, and rewrote it, and rewrote it. Whenever we read books we often see ourselves in the characters. Although it’s never explicit,… Read More The fear of our capability, and our greatness
I was going to blog about something else, something more literature based, actually, but instead I’ve been forced to detour, on a subject that I feel I need to speak about, whose second trailer dropped less than 48 hours ago. Ghostbusters (2016). I will not rant at the screen, nor at my audience. I promise.… Read More The gluttony of Hollywood
The last few weeks in my life have been uneven, and it’s been projected onto my entries here. As a result the content has been slightly off, uncalibrated, passionate but still vague, and without focus. I feel like I’m skirting the issue, the bigger picture, and yet it’s hidden in fog, invisible. All the last… Read More I don’t have a title for this (Be the best shaman you can be)
The last few entries have a similar theme. That of a suggestion that the victories in fiction, albeit film or literature, are sweeter if coming from places of great grief and tragedy. I don’t think this is an exact genre, more a theme, and one that I can certainly relate to: inspiring storytelling. It’s not… Read More That fleeting sweetness, at times, paradoxically, only felt on the front-line
Apologies for the bonkers title. It relates to something I read in the papers last week. Zach Snyder has drawn the fire of some who see his inclusion in the forthcoming Wonder Woman movie as a controversial indication that the movie might be less than what many hope for, and more a simple masculine fuelled… Read More One man’s misunderstanding, or a shortcut to empowerment in a world that needs visceral damage to understand worth?
It’s a fine line between sweet and saccharin. The former is a base expression; friendship, romance, acceptance, family, the latter can be forced laughter, weak punchlines, one-dimensional characters and way too much schmaltz. This can make audiences giggle, if only for their inanity, but it stops at the point of achieving classic status as comedy… Read More Roald Dahl novels and eighties cartoons and the comforting bump of the dark
I love Neil Gaiman. And I’m of the age where I can still remember the BBC TV adaptation of his debut novel ‘Neverwhere’. The story of London Below, full of magic and impossibility and things that are similar but different, and people who are both old and young, good and bad, modern and ancient, everything… Read More Cracks you can slide through