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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
Age 23, living in sin in Twickenham with Cheesy
Likes
Movies
Books
Writing
Theatre
Hugs
Kittens
Chess
Scrabble (mostly beating Cheesy's butt)
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Dislikes
Vegetables
Arguments
Cleaning
Trashy TV
Pretensions
Public Transport
Pets
Rabbits-Bambi, Fern, Sooty, Pippa-all deceased
Dog-Sammy-deceased :(
Fish-CatFlap-recently (and finally!) deceased
Cat-Tiggy-still scratching
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Technically Rachel
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Sunday, May 30, 2004
Day After Tomorrow
So... interesting movie. Now, have to say - I enjoyed this movie. In pretty much the same way I enjoyed Independance Day - nothing in the movie is groundbreaking, the script is typically cliched, the characters pretty shallow - but all made up for by very pretty mass destruction. To be fair, the special effects and action sequences in this movie are brilliant (the only exception be the weird-ass wolves) - and it's always breath-taking watching whole cities being destroyed, especially by something as intangible as nature. It tries to drive home it's moral message a little too much for my liking, although it does bother me that while things may not happen as portrayed in the movie, there is no doubt that we're royally screwing up this planet's eco-system, and could well one day be facing some drastic weather conditions. One thing I did find very amusing in the film was the politcal reversal, with the third world countries suddenly being the ones closing their barriers and suffering the problems of illegal immigration. Of course, eventually they do the "right" thing, and open their countries to the refugees of the United States. Fools. You just know ten years down the line, they'll slowly take over and kick out the original habitants into the cold northern states. See how long the europeans take to throw their weight around Africa too. They'll regret letting them in. Just watch the sequel.
Acting wise, Jake Gyllenhaal is always worth watching, and Emmy Rossum is disgustingly attractive and charming, damn her. My confidence in her ability to play Christine in Phantom however, is now peaked. (Yes, I am looking forward to that movie, despite the fact it may well be lame as hell, it is after the musical I just watched again and again when I was little and totally fell in love with the Phantom when I was a teen - see, I was attracted to evil geniuses even then ;) Cheesy has a predecessor)
The Core
So, Core Group Soho Theatre seems to be back on again. After thinking I'd been discarded, seems the selection process is now going ahead. I get to meet with the guys next week, so fingers crossed I won't make a pig's ear of it. And that they won't think my job takes up too much of my time. Here's hoping! I'd so hate it if my job got in the way of this. It's quite difficult really, trying to balance dreams with realism.
Here's the thing - I didn't grow up poor. But, we were a working class family, and we struggled. Father an electrician who had to work most evenings aswell as days to keep enough money coming in; Mother tripped on a misplaced pram at work and slipped a disc in her back in the pre-compensation era. Meaning she didn't get a penny, and has been unable to work ever since. We lived in a small Lancashire village, so hardly a strain on the income, but two growing, demanding daughters is hardly relaxing on a household's income levels. As a child and a teen, I loved acting and writing. I would've loved to go for them both properly - go to a theatre school or something, take Drama at A level, the whole lot. But at some stupidly early age, I made a decision. That I was going to make money. That I would be self-sufficient and successful, and have enough money to look after my parents when the benefits system eventually crumpled around them. I guess that was at 16. So all my A levels were career orientated. As was my degree. And though I never let the drama and the writing go, it did take a back seat. When I write now, I don't write to be famous, or remembered. I write cause I love doing it. And when occasionally someone else takes an interest, it throws everything a bit weird. Being able to write for a career would be a dream. And when you suddenly kind of see the possibility, and completely going for it can mean letting go of something else, it's scary. I've been so lucky to find a job I actually enjoy and that pays well, and will only pay me better the longer I do it. It's the security I've strived for. So, what happens when one negates the other?
I've heard it said that to be a true writer, you have to give it everything - you can't have another job, it has to be your only aim, otherwise you don't really want it. I say bull-shit. I say anyone who says that either has some weird obsessive compulsive disorder, or has lived with a silver spoon in their mouth. It's all very well and good to do nothing but write when you've got mummy and daddy paying the rent, but when the only money you get comes from yourself it's not so easy. I'm not suggesting my parents wouldn't find the money if they knew I needed it - they would, it's what they do. But I never want them to. I don't want them funding my ambitions to be a writer - I will fund myself. I'm 24 years old - and I will not let myself be their responsibility anymore. I think there's a more important time in every persons life when they have to let go of their parents and stand alone, rather than the other way round. I don't think any parent really does ever let go, so often it's up to the child to make the move.
Man, this is way too self-reflective for a Sunday afternoon. I'm gonna go eat some chocolate.
4:41 pm
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