February 2006 Archives
On the subject of Josh Hartnett
Saima: He seems a bit slow...perhaps he's from the Deep South.
Younger sister: Where's that? Essex?
"You've got happy, sad, angry, confused, and then all the 50,000 other colours that a human feels. And if one song is just about turquoise blue - that can mean a lot of things; that [can mean the way] you feel about apples, and your brother, and your wooden bed from your childhood. And you would sing about that in one song, and people might say, 'Oh, it's about her boyfriend.' But that's OK. It doesn't matter. What's important is that I capture that turquoise-blue thing. If I do my job right. I guess I look at it more like that. As kind of ... abstract".
I could do a great impression of Tom Waits right now.
Colleague: The postcode is GU16 8CF
Call centre girl: Is that F for Fanny?
I tried a cherry tomato today and much like the "Try raw cheese because you just might like it" incident of 1993, I won't be having one again. They taste like tangy gross grass.
Let me share with you, two bits of media morsels I have enjoyed recently.
Firstly, Rang De Basanti. If you only see one Indian movie this year make it this one. From the acting to the cinematography, this film is a treat. On top of that there is a message, an important one, and you leave the cinema with your thoughts being majorly provoked. Plus, there are absolutely no choreographed dance routines and no sing-songing. Bonza.
Secondly, The Chronicles of Narnia soundtrack. I was a bit meh about the movie; nothing could outshine the CBBC dramatisation of the C.S. Lewis classic but I was impressed by the music. This is probably the first score to grab my attention like this since Graeme Revell's efforts for The Crow. The official CD also includes some songs, the likes of Imogen Heap and Alanis Morrissette providing the vocals. Definitely worth a listen if you get the chance but don't confuse it with the other one....
From lions to lambs at the opening of a door,
Blunted daggers stroke the ego of the beast,
Valour, they've locked within four walls,
Festering inwards, smiles adorn all faces.
