I see fifty shades of grey will be at the movies from Friday, is this a euphemism for senior citizens movie night?
I went to watch Michael Keaton’s Birdman yesterday.
Well what can I say other than boring and depressing. A couple of ladies walked out about fifteen minutes in, and hubby nudged me at least twice to suggest we leave. He even admitted to trying to sleep his way through. I stuck it out because I was hoping the end would bring some happiness into my life. But no, not a dicky-bird.
That said, Keaton’s performance was superb, and you can well understand why he is currently filling his bookshelf with awards. His portrayal of a washed up actor, fighting any number of demons regarding depression, failure and family can’t be faulted.
The one bit that didn’t make sense to me though, and which kind off made me think the Director/Writer was taking the piss, was around Michael Keaton’s character flying. I won’t give too much away if you’re intending seeing the movie, but the initial flying I could put down to imagination, but the final stint . . . well it just didn’t make a blind bit of sense.
I’d like to know what anybody else thought, because I’ve seen almost only positive reviews for the movie, and only the odd negative. Could it be I’m ignorant of good movies?
As a final note, while I was waiting at the bathroom afterwards a lady questioned me on the movie . . . it seems we were of a similar opinion. Her suggestion of a good one is The Imitation Game, the Alan Turing story, with Benedict Cumberbatch.
Actually, allow me a further final note. A journalist made a comment about The Imitation Game, which had me frowning and saying “Really!?” The comment was along the lines of “this is a story about a little known character.”
Do you know who he is? I knew straight off. But could that be because I lived pretty close to Bletchley Park?
If I had the courage my weekend job would be gatecrashing weddings. With that in mind I caught this story in the DailyMail today, winning photos from real weddings. Which one do you like the best?
I can’t really pick a winner, but the one that made me laugh out loud was the image of the ladies trying to catch the bouquet. The woman in the air is hilarious.
photos: variety of photos credited on Dailymail.co.uk
Climbing onto the bus for the Southend outing, Jed was relieved Jim had been allowed to fill a last minute cancellation and come along. Jim would be great at easing his apprehension. Not because he didn’t want to go, that is, but more so because he didn’t know what to expect. After being at Jacob’s for a couple of months now, he was still struggling to come to terms with women’s talk, and if the women on the bus did even a fraction of the things they had promised to do, well then there was every chance he’d be blushing for the next ten hours.
He was therefore extra relieved when Philly waved and pointed to seats he’d kept for Jim and him. They were sufficiently far away from Bess and June, who, although good hearted, had yet to understand the concept of sharing too much information with the masses. Only last week, June had used one of their tea-breaks to reveal her bedroom fantasies. Since she was close to retirement, Jed had expected curlers and a drop of lavender water behind the ears. But not a chance, June had left little to the imagination, making Jed splutter in his tea as he tried to erase the picture of June in suspenders. He shuddered as the picture came to him once again.
As the bus filled, Jed could hear snippets of conversations about ice-cream, beer, sun and deckchairs. He’d heard it all umpteen times over the past week. It had gotten so bad, that Friday morning Steve had announced that if production eased off any more due to chat, he’d cancel the outing. Actually, he’d told them he’d fire the sodding lot of them and hand their fish and chip tickets to the first bunch of drunks he found. That had done the trick, until tea break.
Everybody was just plain old excited to be going to the seaside. Jed had to admit he also fell into this category, not that he was telling anybody though – that would have made him look really un-cool. Thinking of cool, he was determined to remove the knotted handkerchief covering Jim’s bald head before they reached Southend.
Jed saw Steve climbing onto the bus and even today there was a length of fabric acting as belt. The difference today being it was securing a pair of shorts that hovered at Steve’s knees and would have done better left for gardening. He couldn’t help grinning when he noticed Steve’s hair. It seemed to be plastered down with what must have been half a tub of Brylcreem and a couple of hair clips. Steve lifted a megaphone to his lips and Jed joined in when the bus erupted in cheers.
“All right, you noisy bleeders. Shut it, shut it,” Steve said.
One of my great passions has always been reading. However, as over the years I have at times found myself so engrossed that life and family began to suffer, as in, “golly, sorry did you want to eat tonight?, I’ve kind of had to contain the passion and limit the time my eyes lock onto pages. I therefore read a few pages before I go to bed, or when I have a few minutes to spare, which means it takes me FOREVER to finish a book.
That said, this Christmas I have managed to enjoy my family times of cooking, eating, playing games etc, and still have enough time to read a novel in its entirety. I deliberately chose a chick-lit book. You know the type, easy-read, make-you-feel-good book, the type you just need when lazing around with a glass of bubbles at your side.
Here is my review of The French Gardener by Santa Montefiore. Please note, I have deliberately not added spoilers. Has anybody read it? If you did, I’d like to hear what you thought. Otherwise, what are you reading? I’ve added 2 books at the bottom of this blog, one I have started to read, and 1 I am going to read. Would be interested to know how they rated for you. Image – Amazon.com
I really loved this book. I picked it for a Christmas read and was well pleased. Typically the story was always going to have a happy ending, and while it did, it wasn’t the sugar-wrapped one I was expecting. Ok, maybe a little, but the twist at the end was good, satisfying.
The characters were as one would expect stereotypes, but that’s life isn’t it. I mean who hasn’t got a Cate in their life, somebody who puts them down under the guise of “helping”.Then there’s Etta, unsure of herself, yet beneath her layers a wonderfully kind person. Miranda and Ava were easy to relate to, and I enjoyed how their lives were interwoven, if not repeated to a certain extent.
The “love” connection is obvious from the start, and I have to admit I was expecting Miranda to follow Ava’s life to the T. When it didn’t I was pleased. As to the infidelity link, it’s not something to be condoned in real-life, yet it seemed to work well with the story.
As I say, enjoyed this one very much, a great, easy read that I have no regrets purchasing.
Two books I’d like your feedback on please
Over this past year my mind has been pulled towards where my life has taken me, and who I have met along the way.
I’ve found myself pondering over how the older I get the more I thought I knew about people, only to find the older I get the less in fact I do. There have certainly been moments when those I’ve valued the most have delivered me the biggest slap to the chops, while folk I have barely known have offered me so much more.
That doesn’t mean my favourite accessory is now a blinged up tissue box on a chain around my neck. No, not at all. All it means is . . . well as Forrest Gump was heard to say, “. . . life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re gonna get.”
With days to go before 2015 arrives, I wish you all well and say thank you for so much.
May the New Year bring us more than we all expected . . . as long as it is all good ;)
Please help yourself to piece of chocolate tipped nougat, enjoyed I hope with a nice, chilled glass of bubbles