This week, I have mostly been…
Sleeping
Seriously. It’s been great. Well over eight hours a night, I
think. I feel like I’ve got my QB mojo back good and proper.
In between slumber I have also been:
Note to self: Hey, Self, remember
you do at some juncture need to review Pride and Prejudice and Two Boys Kissing…
Rewatching |
Labyrinth, The Sound of Music, Mary
Poppins
Ah, David Bowie .
Labyrinth is arguably one of my
favourite films of all time, ever and ever, amen. I love how he plays Jareth
the Goblin King with that delightful, blasé, throwaway edge to him. Makes me
love him even more. Despite Jareth’s unnatural obsession with a teenager.
Despite the mullet wig and those very tight
tights.
This is by far my favourite sequence of the entire film
(second favourite has to be the Escher-inspired Within You sequence):
And incidentally, on the subject of that As the World Falls Down masquerade ball
sequence, have you seen this recent Louis
Vuitton advert featuring Le Bowie ?
Remarkably derivative of that aforementioned sequence, I’d say.
But in a good way.
As for TSOM and MP,
what can I say? Both are Christmas/New Year staples. And 1960s Julie
Andrews was just a little bit sublime.
I somehow missed most of Mary Poppins this year up until the Fiduciary
Fidelity Bank scene, but I was always left a little bereft by Feed the Birds:
Seeing | Matthew
Bourne ’s Swan
Lake @ Sadler’s Wells
This is ballet, Jim , but not
as we know it.
I should disclaim, here, that roughly forty-five minutes in,
I realised that my scant knowledge of the original story of Swan Lake (by way of Black Swan,
to add to my culture-shaming) was moderately redundant.
{Utterly unrelated and highly gratuitous Black Swan trailer, I thank you}
It’s hard at times to tell when the story is set – but that doesn’t matter, it’s all metaphor.
What does matter is that when those swans dance (and yes,
the swans are all danced by men) it’s a spectacle of pure, unbridled
masculinity and elegance. (*fans self*) And it’s beautiful to watch. We were in the second
row back, close enough to see sweat and hear the orchestrated moments of
exhalation, and see every last sinew in motion. Which is never a bad thing,
friends.
It isn’t an entirely all-male cast contrary to popular
belief – key roles such as the Queen and the Prince’s ‘inappropriate’ girlfriend,
and guests at the Royal Ball, are danced by women.
Remembering... | that I neglected to post any mention of this little gem of an early-learning book, found in a dear little shop in Cambridge:
Not that I'm obsessed with Jane Eyre or anything (and not that my best friend bought me the 2006 TV series on DVD so I can enjoy more Toby-Stephens-Rochester in the privacy of my own home!)...
Also found on the
internet and in the sphere of The Media this week:
It's been just over ten years since Buffy the Vampire Slayer ended on television. Excuse me, what now?! TEN YEARS?! TEN SPIKELESS YEARS?! Ahem. Radio 4's Front Row ran a feature on the legacy of Buffy last week.
...Yes, I listen to Radio 4.
...No, only at my parents' and only after The Archers (which I hear only under duress).
Back to work aka reality tomorrow.
However:
Christmas does that to you... |
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