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Jobbing has been delayed (again!) until Next Tuesday! On hindsight this is a good thing. It means that I have the whole weekend to clean my room.
Am in the middle of digging out crap from the recesses of what you would normally think is a straightforward glass-fronted cabinet. I unearth stuff from primary school and stare at it as I would some new species of moth. On the way, however, I have also managed to find all my old photos -- Tioman photos, class photos, baby photos, polar bear photos. Looking at them makes me happy for a while, until I move my books from their shadowy hidey-holes into the newly cleaned cells and notice how oddly pretty my cabinet looks!
I love all my books.
Stopped cleaning halfway to go and watch the Golden Compass. VERY GOOD STUFF. Nicole Kidman does evil like nobody else. No complaints about animation, amazing soundtrack. Tension was masterful. Dakota Blue Richards was Lyra all the way to the set of her mouth. Lee Scoresby was cool, not nonsensical. (I confess I worried about this a little before I watched it, because his character is so susceptible to abuse by his accent.) I like the way the witches fly. Everything was very strong, very natural, very quietly dangerous. All the way down to the concept of Dust and the eponymous Golden Compass, and especially Lyra. VERY cool. Completely sucks you in. If I were a nitpicker I would complain about how you can never really translate a book into film without losing something. What would have made the movie a must-see-twice for me would have been at least one good introspective scene, or if the characters didn't find it necessary to explain everything through dialogue to their daemons. I imagine the latter was a practical concession to the target audience, and therefore a very good thing, but I am a sucker for subtext.
Oh, and my third complaint about the whole experience. Nothing to do with the movie itself. A group of noisy young nuts were sitting behind me near an important scene. 'Stop it, stop it stop it,' laughs a female voice. Suspicious giggles and some smacking sounds. 'Kindly shut up,' I say. I am a TERRIBLE specimen of wild youth.
I've decided to keep a written diary. This is so I can scrib things down when I think them up and not misplace them before I blog. This is also because I may need somewhere to rant inappropriately. The fact that you are reading this already shows that, at best, the blog is a semi-public space. At worst, it is tabloid fodder.
Now, to clean out the rest of the cabinet.
Am in the middle of digging out crap from the recesses of what you would normally think is a straightforward glass-fronted cabinet. I unearth stuff from primary school and stare at it as I would some new species of moth. On the way, however, I have also managed to find all my old photos -- Tioman photos, class photos, baby photos, polar bear photos. Looking at them makes me happy for a while, until I move my books from their shadowy hidey-holes into the newly cleaned cells and notice how oddly pretty my cabinet looks!
I love all my books.
Stopped cleaning halfway to go and watch the Golden Compass. VERY GOOD STUFF. Nicole Kidman does evil like nobody else. No complaints about animation, amazing soundtrack. Tension was masterful. Dakota Blue Richards was Lyra all the way to the set of her mouth. Lee Scoresby was cool, not nonsensical. (I confess I worried about this a little before I watched it, because his character is so susceptible to abuse by his accent.) I like the way the witches fly. Everything was very strong, very natural, very quietly dangerous. All the way down to the concept of Dust and the eponymous Golden Compass, and especially Lyra. VERY cool. Completely sucks you in. If I were a nitpicker I would complain about how you can never really translate a book into film without losing something. What would have made the movie a must-see-twice for me would have been at least one good introspective scene, or if the characters didn't find it necessary to explain everything through dialogue to their daemons. I imagine the latter was a practical concession to the target audience, and therefore a very good thing, but I am a sucker for subtext.
Oh, and my third complaint about the whole experience. Nothing to do with the movie itself. A group of noisy young nuts were sitting behind me near an important scene. 'Stop it, stop it stop it,' laughs a female voice. Suspicious giggles and some smacking sounds. 'Kindly shut up,' I say. I am a TERRIBLE specimen of wild youth.
I've decided to keep a written diary. This is so I can scrib things down when I think them up and not misplace them before I blog. This is also because I may need somewhere to rant inappropriately. The fact that you are reading this already shows that, at best, the blog is a semi-public space. At worst, it is tabloid fodder.
Now, to clean out the rest of the cabinet.
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