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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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Thursday, March 24, 2005
HAPPY EASTER to one and all!
3:53 pm
Thursday, March 17, 2005
All things will be quiet here for the next couple of days, as I'm train-ing it up north today and loitering around for a bit. I shall return - no doubt with my stronger lancashire accent in tow.
8:57 am
Thursday, March 10, 2005
It's gonna be one of those things to make me shudder and grimace in a Side-Show Bob kind of way for months to come.
You see - even as a kid I always favoured Warner Brothers nutty Loony Tunes characters to Disney's saccharine mice and dogs. Wile Coyote was always my favourite nut job - completely fucking useless - makes you kinda wanna identify with the poor schmo. Sure Bugs Bunny was always a bit of an annoying twat but his blatant love/hate affair with Elmur Fudd made it all worthwhile. Sure their characters were goofy, but they had a certain wit and charm that makes them still watchable for me today.
Now Warner Brothers have destroyed it all. Shat all over these characters, murdered them mercilessly and dragged their rotten corpses through playgrounds to traumatise little kiddies.
I refer of course to the apparent "descendents" of these characters (what did they do, all drink radioactive fluid before they bred?), as pictured below - The Loonatics:
This is the WB's "reimagining" of the classic Loony Tunes characters - as superheroes of the future. Recognise any of them - slightly tricky since they all look the same. From left to right we have:
Wiley Coyote (renamed Slick - my darling what have they done to you!)
Tazmanian Devil (renamed Spaz - says it all really)
Bugs himself (renamed Buzz Bunny - we'll get to that later)
Daffy Duck (re... well shortened to Duck - obviously ran out of ideas at this point)
Lola Bunny (renamed Lexi... I didn't even know who the hell Lola was!)
Road Runner (renamed Roadster, and looking bizarrly like Jack Nicholson)
I saw these and wanted to cry. Then I saw this preview and wanted to kill people:
Loonatic Spew!
My God. It's the worst decision the WB has made since it cancelled Buffy and Angel - fools!!!!!
There are a few consolations to this travesty.
The reimagined Buzz Bunny, unfortunately for WB, already exists in this joyous form. Don't you love it with dumb-ass execs do their research properly?
The second solace I have find is in this wonderful cartoon created for the entire purpose to mock this entirely mock-worthy event - enjoy the bleeping wonder:
Go to this link, and click on "WATCH THIS MOVIE" - you shan't be disappointed, and will feel somewhat cleansed of the grubby after taste this news will no have left you with.
10:24 pm
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
Review
Thought I'd do a little review of sorts of the play I went to see recently. It was called "Break Away" by Dameon Garnett, over at the Finborough. This was a really great show - the production quality was outstanding for a fringe production - the set was simple and polished, and the directing and acting on all counts could not be faulted. This is kinda rare, even on professional stages. I find that there's always a weak link - someone who doesn't quite fit their part, or someone who is just a weaker actor than the rest. But everyone here was great. One actress needs to get rid of her "Keira-Knightley-Alike accent and tone, but that got better as the show went on anyway. However, the script left me a little... uninspired. The comedy material in it is great, as is the serious material - the only problem is, none of it seems to go together. This is a Liverpudlian play which is a little out of its time - if anything, a bad imitation of a Willy Russell play. Willy Russell was very skilled at making us laugh, all the while really showing us something important that was happening, and which usually culminated in a bit of serious stuff towards the end. "Break Away" I think, has tried to do the same thing, but I also think it failed. It set us up with a good comedy situation and good comedy characters - though it took me a while to get into it, this did build up to some genuinly funny set pieces. It even built to a decent serious moment of confrontation, whilst also remembering the comedy element. Then, in the last scene, it falls to pieces for me. Suddenly the main character makes a life changing decision, and simultaneously turns into a bit of a bitch, leading to a closing tense and serious scene between her and the other characters. My main problem with this was the complete lack of build up. In Willy Russell's plays, the serious moment is on its way all the way through - you may not notice it at first, but in retrospect you always will. There was NO buildup to this final scene, no real pushing forces, no hints - almost a case of "Right, I'm tired of the comedy bit now, let's do some serious stuff", with no prethought or planning. And the comedy element is completely forgotten. The comedy has been used for comedy, and the serious for serious, with none of the interlinking that is so necessary for these to be used within the same play. If it had been kept as a frivolous comedy, I think I would have come away more satisfied. If it had all been like the last scene, I could've come away satisfied. But a badly done mix of the two just left me irritated. And the over-indulgent references to Oscar Wilde just left me cross. Leave him out of it!
My tuppence, done.
9:28 am
So... 25. Mid 20s.
I know, I know - everyone else 26 and up is like, "Quit your bitchin' - wait till you're MY age", and everyone younger is like "Shrug. It'll never happen to me"
Humph.
It's not bad really. I think it's just mostly cause I'm feeling extra reflective at the moment. Kinky Boots is drawing to an imminent close, and there's nothing else lined up at the mo - mind you, I've been here before and it's always worked out fine. I guess it's just cause you can hear the tumbleweeds bouncing across the British Film Industry at the moment. Fingers crossed it'll pick up soon.
So, a less than fussy birthday this year - being ill had a lot to do with that, as normally I try and at least organise something, but I've still been knackered even this week and generally unenthused for any great activity. That said, Cheesy gave the bravest birthday gift ever and took me to see "Phantom of the Opera" at the West End - though I think the only thing that kept him entertained were the stage tricks. It was lovely to be back in the london theatre though - I hadn't been there since I was 7 when I saw the show for the first time. Wonderfully nostalgic. It wasn't the best production of Phantom I'd ever seen. The Phantom himself was indeed awesome, but I found Christine irritatingly stage-schooly in her acting, but her singing was her saving grace. Raoul was just bloody awful - but then the stage production tries to make us hate him. That was one of the things that charmed me so much about the movie - it's the only time I've seen that character played genuinly and sympathetically.
Still, it was wonderful to be there live with the musical again - a very nice birthday prezzie. Also got a spankingly lovely necklace from little Spice, with whom I shared some drinkies that evening. Not terribly exciting since I'm still off alcohol, but genuine conversational enjoyment all the same. It's just a shame there really is dick all to do in London on a Saturday night unless you're loaded or don't mind being squished like a sardine.
Fat Arse got me the new Tori Amos album - a risky but very astute choice - and a massive bloody box of chocolates - which while delicious are putting my diet under serious risk. Heh.
And I also have a Vanity Far subscription on the way courtesy of Tall Boy - which I am most interested in. I shall feel so cosmopolitan!
Also an interesting looking book on highwaymen (STILL a script in progress - sigh) from the Cheesy Mum, and from my folks we're getting money for a new hoover cause ours is knackered (oh the domestication!). I'm determined to get one that's pink and shiny.
9:15 am
Drool!
More Sin City Goodness
9:14 am
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