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January 2007's list

Music

1. Patience - TAKE THAT

2. Rehab - AMY WINEHOUSE. Scary woman, who despite her anorexic appearance, looks like she can beat you up in a darkened London alley any time. Powerful voice, catchy song.

3. Carry On My Wayward Son - KANSAS. You gotta blame Supernatural for this revival in classic rock. A shame I threw away my Yngwie Malmstein and Deep Purple songs. It would have been so good.

4. Highway to Hell - AC/DC. Ditto.

5. Bones - THE KILLERS. Rousing chorus, a hint of over-the-topness. You gotta love The Kilers.

6. Smack That - AKON. I don't really like rap or its ilk or the proponents of its genre who go about thinking their God's gift and saying "I'm hard me, I got shot nine times," and making it obligatory to have all sorts of naked ladies dance provocatively around them while they themselves are dressed in several layers of clothes. Hey,man, if you want to show that you've got balls, why don't you take off your clothes as well, huh? Anyway, some songs are catchy.

7. You Know My Name - CHRIS CORNELL. I resisted the whole James Bond media machine, but days at home watching music videos meant that this song frequently popped up. I guess it grew on me.

Film

1. Eragon. Bloody hell, what a total waste of time and money this was. I'm shocked it even got made or that it managed to pull some quality actors like Robert Carlyle and Rachel Weiscz. Biggest con on planet earth. I would have walked out several times if it wasn't because I don't walk out on the principle I paid good money for it and I didn't want to leave a warm cinema to hang around in the cold for the next four hours while waiting fo rmy car to be fixed.

2. Miami Vice. Dull as ditchwater, despite the movie itself looking all shiny and slick. It just lacked pizzazz and chemistry. What's with all the unnecessary sex scenes anyway? Nowadays, there's so much naked flesh everywhere that it's become boring and sometimes, gross. There's got to be some other incentive for me to watch some other person's naked butt in front of me, like if Jensen Ackles did it in Supernatural for instance. But it can't be because of a girl, you see. We don't want any of that. I am a highly jealous person.

3. Failure To Launch. Blame my flatmate for this, I wanted a horror movie for Saturday night. Still, it was marginally more interesting to watch than Miami Vice, which we borrowed on the same night. I wouldn't borrow it again though. It's a romantic comedy after all and it's full of the kind of shit deluded men and women feed you in order for you to believe that if you are a little cute and quirky and flick your hair a little bit, you will soon find love with somebody who is also cute and quirky and will flick their pecs a little bit. Bollocks to that. Also, I had additional sound effects from my flatmate who giggled like a schoolgirl whenever Matthew McConnaghey flashed a 'Look at me, I'm so cheeky' smile or took off his shirt to show his abs. I'm trying to think of the ending of the film, but I can't remember. Actually, I can't be arsed.

4. Casshern. This was my choice using my friend's DVD rental card and typically for me, it's some depressing science-fiction movie. I don't think I can even explain it coherently since I don't completely understand the ending. It's set in a future world where man's years of destructive wars have brought the planet to its knees and millions die due to pollution-related diseases. Of course some big brained scientist tries to save the world and his dying wife by growing, in vitro, human organs to replace the disease-ravaged ones. Predictably it all leads to chaos. The cinematography is extremely gorgeous with some great set-pieces and it's all very theatrical and operatic with some seriously creepy bits thrown in but I got annoyed by the constant music in the background and lots of preaching by some of the characters. I don't actually hate the movie but the film left me distinctly uncomfortable and confused.

5. Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle. Now this is a film you can just sit back, watch and laugh your head off. It doesn't require a lot of brain power to watch but at the same time its affable nature and good set pieces do not insult your intelligence. Typically in American comedies of this type there's always a scene with an animal going crazy in it, which I think is so predictable and yawn-inducing but I enjoyed myself through most of the movie and laughed like crazy several times. Quote: "Daddy's not coming on anything!" Classic.

Books

My current unsettled situation means that I haven't felt like reading for over a month now. I need security and stability in order to commit to a novel. I did manage one short story though, which I managed on nights when I didn't feel like talking and wanted my own company.

1. The Time Machine - H.G. Wells. Herbert George Wells was one hell of a guy for coming up with ideas. The War of The Worlds and The Island of Dr. Moreau were some of his more well known novels. The Time Machine concerns us with of course, time travelling, told not from the point of view of the time traveller but a witness to the time traveller's tales. The time traveller (for we never discover his real name) travelled to a time sevreal hundred thousand years in the future where humans have evolved into two separate species - one subterranean and one living above ground. As a lot of science fiction of that era was, it is highly spooky with plenty of social commentary that is relevant even now. It was also claustrophobic at times especially when the time traveller ventured underground.

Comments

Maryam said…
Take that? Akon? Eragon? Failure to launch? Naked blonde Colin? What is the world coming to?!

Yeah, that Kansas song is really good with extra cheese on top
Kere said…
Cheese with hot Texan beef. Mmm Mmm.
Anonymous said…
Funny a friedn only just recommended Amy WInehouse the other day.

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