Saturday, May 10, 2003

In the clear!

You can stand up straight and walk tall, no one's after you, unless they're trying to nick something from you! It's good to behave 100% correctly and to the letter of the law, though it's hardly life on the edge…

Based on your answers, we have calculated the maximum penalty for your crimes*:

Years in prison: 5 Potential fine: £0

Dude, The Righteous K. is going to the Big House!

Friday, May 09, 2003

Courtesy of that nice young man, Bingo Bowden, this is a fun quiz which establishes just how law-abiding you are. Or are not. I'm freely assuming that my regular readers are paragons of virtue and shining beacons of light in their respective communities. Ahem...

Typically, I'm a hopeless, Johnny Law-Abiding sad case. My combined misdeeds triggered the minimum, generic sentence of a £2000 fine and five years at Her Majesty's pleasure.

Over to you, via the comment box...

Only two days after the last incarnation, here comes today's on-time and just darned peachy Friday Five!!!

1. Would you consider yourself an organized person? Why or why not?
Dear God on Earth, No. Just ask my wife, who will attest that I singularly lack much in the way of organisation (K. is slightly peturbed that I refer to her as the 'organised' one in our relationship, as she feels that she isn't especially together, either).

I put my lack of organisation down to a slightly messy mind, which is brimming with out of control enthusiasm for lots of topics and doesn't edit things too well. In my work life, I can prioritise, but on the home front, I tend not to have a clue.

2. Do you keep some type of planner, organizer, calendar, etc. with you, and do you use it regularly?

I used to have a desktop planner, but it wasn't exactly the height of order and frequently managed to echo the more disorganized traits of my humble brain. I was just looking through an old planner before I set off to access the net from my local library and post this update - It was an over-stuffed, 1998-vintage "X-Files" affair, jam-packed with old movie tickets, mini-reviews of films and wise-assed musings on popular culture. Of stuff relating to the smooth running of my life? Not that much, to be honest. But, at least I can find my "Saving Private Ryan" ticket now...

3. Would you say that your desk is organized right now?

Dude, we've just moved. Ask a sensible question already!

4. Do you alphabetize CDs, books, and DVDs, or does it not matter?

I vaguely organise CDs by band, in chronological order, and I've always had my William Gibson books filed together and close to hand. DVDs I mostly gave up on filing - I've tried to go by director, and by series, but then I just end up wondering if "Mission: Impossible 2" goes with its predecessor or in a selection of John Woo flicks? Do I put "Alien 3" with the other "Alien" movies, or in the David Fincher section? So, as long as I can still find stuff without having to quest all over the place when I want to read, listen to or watch something, I guess that I'm pretty chilled on the subject.

5. What's the hardest thing you've ever had to organize?

We've just moved house!

Thursday, May 08, 2003

A Matrix blog so full of dystopian goodness and V.V. cool, black dust-coated, philosophical chin-strokery that it had to be linked. And by me. Hence this post-ette.

Let It Be

!!!!!!!!!!!!!which BEATLES song are you?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I figured as much.

With thanks to the itchy-fingered techies at Quizilla and Jeff at Film Cradle for the heads-up.

Wednesday, May 07, 2003

Click HERE For The Best Movie Review That You Will Ever Read In Your Life.

As a warning, I should warn you that Mr. Cumpston's UBER-SPOILERISED review of "The Matrix Reloaded" contains absurdly fruity language, adult content and generally reads like the deranged work of a man who really needs to get out more.

That said, I nearly had to go and change my jaunty velvet blogging pantaloons after reading this piece, so very loud and long did I laugh at the insane genius prose contained within.

And now, without a great deal of ado, I present this week's shocking tardy and lost-in-transit Fri....WEDNESDAY FIVE

1. Name one song you hate to admit you like...

I'm disturbingly into everything that I've heard from Justin Timberlake's solo record - he seems to have the knack of belting out pop songs that cross just about every musical genre and shamelessly nick the best bits of each style he adopts for his own purposes.

So, that said, I'd have to say that "Cry Me A River" is a song that I hate to admit that I love. Oh, and Britney's cover of Joan Jett's glorious "I Love Rock n' Roll" is utterly absurd and yet wholly addictive.

2. Name two songs that always make you cry...

Shawn Colvin's "Polaroids" and Coldplay's "Parachutes" often do the trick for me.

3. Name three songs that turn you on...

Jesus - what a question! Okay, I kind of dig the obvious ones, but Marvin Gaye's "Let's Get It On" defies overuse to always do the trick, and though it may seem like an odd choice, A Tribe Called Quest's "Electric Relaxation" has the sensual vibe down, even if the subject matter isn't exactly sweetly romantic. And, equally bizarrely, the Red Hot Chili Peppers' sublime "Breaking the Girl" stirs a place in my heart. It ain't exactly a lovey-dovey devotional ballad, but it just sends me, y'know?

4. Name four songs that always make you feel good...

In no particular order, Van Halen's "Panama", The Police's "Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic", Radiohead's "Everything In It's Right Place" and the obligatory John Williams selection of his main title theme for the otherwise wholly forgettable Ron Howard flick, "Far and Away".

5. Name five songs you couldn't ever do without...

"Happiness Is All The Rage", by the late, lamented Promise Ring, "Crush" by Jimmy Eat World, "Cherub Rock" by those sort-of-lamented Smashing Pumpkins, "Running With The Devil" by Van Halen and "My Name Is Jonas" by Weezer.

To add my twopenneth to the tidal wave of positive word-of-mouth surrounding last weekend's global debut of "X-Men 2", I just want to say that even if you don't really dig the idea of superhero movies, this is one film which should still manage the uphill task of entertaining you.

For one thing, director Bryan Singer hasn't forgotten about including a storyline, characters which are fully fleshed-out and other such staples of half-decent flicks. You might even suggest that this is one movie which focusses largely on character, often at the expense of action set-pieces - I'm sure that many people who turned up to this movie expecting over two hours of wall-to-wall fights, explosions and chases would have been pleasantly surprised by the lengths to which the film's scripts goes to in it's pursuits of character moments and development.

Equally, Singer's sequel doesn't reveal all of its cards in one, fell swoop - though we learn something more about the origins of Hugh Jackman's conflicted, bezerker anti-hero, Wolverine, not all of the blanks are filled-in and there's almost certainly room for us to find out more about him in the inevitable next movie (I assume that Fox are already on the case in this regard, should they have managed the not inconsiderable task of recovering from the colossal hangovers induced by their celebratory partying over this flick's huge opening weekend). Sadly, though, some characters in the sizeable X-ensemble do get slightly short shrift - wither Cyclops? - and you do get the distinct sense that Singer's sympathies lie firmly with the likes of Famke Janssen's Jean Grey and Ian McKellan's wonderfully malevolent Magneto, given their extended screen time.

My favourite X-bloke, this time around, will probably be the same as yours, if and when you take in the movie - Alan Cumming does a sterling job of playing teleporting, blue-skinned, tortured Catholic angst pixie, Nightcrawler, whose styling 70s wardrobe and supremely camp comic relief pretty much make off with the movie (expect an expanded role in "X3", if not a subsequent, "Elektra"-style spin-off...). At times, whilst enjoying the living hell out of Mr Cumming's sterling on-screen work, I was almost transported into the land of reverie and reminded of watching a surreal, big screen version of Mr. Cumming's late, much-beloved BBC sitcom, "The High Life"...

Go to see for the spectacle, by all means, but keep an eye out for the glorious, expectation-defying substance at the heart of this gloriously well-mounted, fully-realised event movie.


Now, if good old Stevie can get some lovely DTS sound on those bad boys, your humble, slightly-missing-in-action blogsmith will be all kinds of happy.

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