Movie Monday

Today I'll talk about one of the last movies I saw - Drive. (or, after its street name, Cars and Awkward Silences)

Drive is basically the type of movie your friends tell you is cool because Imdb says it has 7.9 and everyone knows that's a good rating, right? Right. So, naturally, you give it a shot, because you wouldn't want to be left out of the loop. What happens between you pressing Play and the credits is the little, painfully slow je ne sais quoi that made me question the uses of silence in movies.

A basic dialogue, exemplified:

... ... ... ...

Not only was the love story awkward, but the dialogue made sure you felt the weirdness too. I sort of got what they were trying to do, deepening the mysterious man's mystery, playing with subtlety and non-verbal cues and all that, but GOOD GOD WAS IT PAINFUL TO WATCH. If I wanted to see people exchange meaningful, lust-filled looks with blank, empty eyes, I'd have gone back to high school.
The only actual good thing about this was the soundtrack. If you haven't heard Night Call, I urge you to do so now.

 

BOTTOM LINE:
For something called Drive, it was slower than the ritual mating of snails. Slow it down at half the speed, and you can hear the universe expanding. To be honest, I think they should have called it Park, because that's how I felt while watching it: stranded in a parking lot, out of gas, staring at snails mating.

1/5. Would not recommend.

Best comic there is

No, I'm not talking about this badly done comic page I gratuitously created using my own amazing person and the cutest Pokemon there is. (although I must admit I feel drawn towards - haha, get it? drawn towards? - making a lengthy comic type thing from my own pictures and adventures.)

What I actually wanted to tell you about was this other comic called Transmetropolitan - a little something that my loving boyfriend recommended to me in order to SUCK MY SOUL IN AND NOT LET ME DO ANY WORK BECAUSE IT'S TOO AWESOME NOT TO READ FOREVER. Basically.

Don't let the graphical nature of the comic disturb you - it's exactly what it's supposed to be. Insane, over-the-top and addictive to the point of rereading it furiously and making screenshots of your favourite parts. From 1997 to 2002, this baby ran 60 issues. Not enough, from what I hear. If you like Gonzo journalism and/or cyberpunk, plus the setting of a dystopian future where your house appliances are on drugs, then go ahead.

V for Vendetta and other initials

Writing a paper for American Literature has never been this fun! I mean seriously, who would even think of letting us write about graphic novels? So I am currently in the middle of an essay about V for Vendetta, which, hopefully, will turn out great. Here, have a snippet:

The notion of political voyeurism also appears in V for Vendetta, in which the Eye is given erotic implications: “I know what you need, Conrad. I've always known what you need. You need to watch, don’t you, Conrad? Need to watch in your work, in your bed…” (V for Vendetta, p.256) The gruesome scene of Conrad’s death is doubled by the fact that his wife, Helen, points the surveillance camera towards him, forcing him to watch himself bleed to death without having the power to do anything about it. 

In other news, I added more items to my shop, woo~.

The Book Thief

I started reading The Book Thief some time ago, but only recently found the time to actually focus on it without escaping into Westeros. I must say, it's a lovely book with a wonderful narrative voice and a surprisingly cheerful narrator, considering the fact that it's Death we're talking about here. Who would've thought a book about WWII narrated by Death himself could be described in terms of lovely and cute instead of gore gore blood gore sad killmenow oh god why. Basically.

Sweet Discoveries

Mikado <3

Macarons, my love

I must admit I've never tasted Macarons or Mikado before, so sampling them came as a huge surprise. For those of you whose stomachs have seen the wonders of the aforementioned sweets, congratulations and I hate you. For those who have remained ignorant to such culinary bliss, I urge you to go, ideally, to France - or, you know, to the nearest Billa.

Every wonderful macaron comes in a different colour and taste, so it's pretty difficult to share a box with someone. Make sure you buy at least two of each. You'll thank yourself later.

The Mikado sticks are great if you want to eat chocolate but don't really want to get an entire tablet because you're on the go. Simple, clean, tasty as hell, perfect for trips.