Having just been to another open mic night where we watched and listened to a mixture of unknown talent. Over four hours of pure enjoyment as Sid, the venue’s host, took us from one act to the next. Each act belted out their choice of four titles. The audience made a few suggestions of their own which were sometimes granted. My mind couldn’t help thinking about the night before, where[clash] whilst putting on my shoes to go out in front of the TV, which was still on warming the room with no-one really watching it, Dermot O’Leary (who I’d like to ask “why does he choose to stick with such a poor program?”) announced the next act as “Honey G” and would she (or he, not too sure) have what it takes to get to the semi-finals? The music started, then this “artist” started to sing/rap. My ears were immediately repulsed. There is something bitterly wrong when someone without any talent gets so far in any show to almost reach the semi-finals. Has she/he no friends that could have taken her/him to one side and explain that she/he couldn’t sing? I aired my view to my wife who explained that it was the public that votes for them to get this far. WHAT? REALLY? So let me get this right! There are people out there that have picked up a phone, texted or rang a number to KEEP this talentless bundle in as a joke? They’ve paid out hard earned money to BT and their mobile network supplier just to keep her/him in? I’m struggling with this. Why would you want to do it? Is it because you think you’re messing with the out come? I can’t and won’t believe that it’s because you really think she/he has got talent. Well whatever the outcome on the show, Mr Cowell and his fellow assassins on talent, have it covered all ways. They and BT get revenue in one form or another from your calls/texts, and as long as you keep watching, they’ll keep turning out this excuse for entertainment adding to their personal fortunes. And by-the-way, rumour has it, that Honey G was just created solely for the show to add entertainment. Wow what a surprise it’s all fixed.
Another look at the Kray Twins and how they became a legend. It depicts the rise of the notorious gangsters who during the 1950’s and 60’s gained control over crime in London. Through his writing and direction Brian Helgeland shows the torment between the brothers as Ronnie became more and more mentally unstable, while Reggie attempts to control him and their growing business. The twins are pursued by Detective Superintendent Leonard ‘Nipper’ Read, determined to bring their downfall.
The brothers are played by Tom Hardy, who does an outstanding job in making both brothers different and believable. Supporting roles are from Christopher Eccleston as DS Read and Emily Browing as Frances Shea (Reggies love interest). After watching this adaptation of the well documented of the crime duo, I couldn’t help feel that there was something missing. Not one that I’d sit through again and not I fear worth buying the DVD.
What has happened to British comedy? Scanning through the TV channels it’s difficult to find any form of sitcom that is actually funny. The idea of comedy is a scenario or situation to have a surprise twist at the end, making it funny. However most comedy written today relies on shock tactics that are vulgar or tasteless.
Granted after you’ve seen the 412th episode of Last of the Sumer Wine, the comical twist has become tired. And yes it does therefore need a new approach. But nowadays this new approach evolves blatant swearing or crude sexual visuals to bolster the already obvious outcome of the gag.
When I think back over past sitcoms with the likes of, Are You Being Served, Blackadder, Bread, Butterflies, Dad’s Army, Fawlty Towers, It Ain’t Half Hot Mum, Last of the Summer Wine, One Foot in the Grave, Only Fools And Horses, Open All Hours, Porridge, Rising Damp, Some Mothers Do ‘Ave ‘Em, Steptoe & Son, The Fall and Rise of Reginald Perrin, The Good Life, The Likely Lads, The Royale Family, and even ‘Allo ‘ Allo!, Red Dwarf, The Office, Men Behaving Badly with their slightly riskier overtones, all these delivered the punch line with a subtleness that is sadly missing from today’s sitcom.
Have we as a race of people become so obsessed with fast foods, fast cars and fast Internet (unless your with BT), that we’ve lost the ability to make the fine distinctions between humour and poor taste.
Rolling down the corridor on his wheelchair, Jeff paused by the first open door. His arthritic hands acting as brakes on the wheel rims as he maneuvered into the doorway.
“Ya coming down to the TV room, or what?” he asked.
“No!” came the stern reply.
He spun himself straight and continued down the corridor. Stopping at the next door. The door was slightly ajar. Reaching out with his foot, Jeff pushed at the door with the sole of his tartan patterned slippers. How he hated those slippers. He also hated the grey woolly cardigan, the brushed cotton shirt and the corduroys, he really hated those. Still he knew that he shouldn’t grumble, they were all given to him when he had to evacuate his home in the middle of the night.
He remembered how warm he felt, sitting in the middle of the road in late October, watching his home burning. They blamed him. Said that he was no longer able to look after himself. What did they know? And that’s why he’s here, kicking open doors of his fellow inmates.
“Whatdayowant?” came the sound of one of his toothless
“Haven’t you got ya god damn teeth in yet?” he asked.
“What’sit-tado-wiyo-arsonissst?” came the snarl from room.
He ignored the arsonist comment and returned to his recruitment. “Ya coming down to the TV room, or what?” he asked.
“No!” came the reply. The door was pushed back towards the frame.
It was the same routine every day. Jeff would go to each door, ask each resident to accompany him to the TV room, and each resident would turn him down.
Jeff sighed. As he breathed out he felt his nose run. He reached into the little woollen pocket sewn onto the outside of his grey cardigan and tried to retrieve a paper tissue. The tissue, already gummed with passed use, reluctantly came free. Jeff wiped under his nose with the tissue ball and plunged it back into the pocket.
With a hand on each wheel, Jeff leaned back and made the wheelchair pivot on the back wheels.
“Pack it in Jeff,” the voice of Vincent, one of the carers, boomed from the TV room at the other end of the corridor, where had been keeping an eye on Jeff.
The front wheels dropped back to the floor. Jeff sighed again.
“Never mind,” he thought, “I’ll be going home soon….”
Firstly, I’m not the greatest fan of boxing, however numerous people told me that Southpaw was good to watch, even my daughter, so watch it I did. The story line isn’t exceptional, it simply follows the rise and fall of a light-heavyweight boxer Billy Hope played by Jake Gyllenhaal. But you get a good sense of feeling as the tragedy unfolds, watching how it affects him and his family as he tries to piece his life back together after he is found unfit to box. After hitting rock bottom he turns for help from an old boxing trainer Titus Wills played by Forest Whitaker. There is a small part played by 50 Cent (Go back to the music day job) and some very emotional scenes by Oona Laurence who plays Billy’s daughter. The film is 123 minutes long but with the aid of some good acting and well shot fight scenes you are kept entertained until the end. As I said at the start, I’m no boxing fan but this is well worth the watch and could be one for the DVD collection.
Okay, lets start with the story-line, Nobby, played by Sacha Baron Cohen, is a football hooligan from Grimsby. Nobby has spent years looking for his brother Sebastain, played by Mark Strong (totally wasted in this film) who is a MI6 assassin. Finally finding him whilst he is in the middle of terrorist attack. Right, that’s the plot now the critique. There is some attempt at humor as they try to build on some of the cliché stereotypical northern gags. Then it slides into depravity with smut, base vile shock tactics in an effort to be comical, some of which border on pornographic. This bad taste then continues throughout the film, it’s not clever, funny, nor entertaining. I am sooooooo glad that I borrowed this DVD and didn’t waste my hard earned cash on this utter rubbish. I’m no snob, but have we lost the ability to write humor? Not one for anyone’s DVD collection. (They brought this garbage out on Blu-ray – WHY!!)
It may look like I’m doing nothing, but in my head I’m quite busy. – Anonymous
Relaxing: Sitting in the open air on summers evening, surrounded by friends, each with a glass or two, watching the logs burn in the burner to keep of the late night chill.
Living on the Edge: Hiring a high performance car on a race track and letting the feeling of complete recklessness flow though you as you burn rubber.
The Artist: Lining up your subject with the little piece of burnt wood, ready to apply the first strokes to that clean, white art paper.
Theatrical: Rise to the crescendo as the frenzied Nero fiddled while Rome burns.
Musical: The anticipation as you wait for the newly downloaded tracks from Amazon, to burn on to a once empty CD.
Smell: The aroma form a freshly extinguished match as it’s discarded to the ashtray.
Sun worshiper: That all important, once a year holiday. Covering the kids in lotion to prevent it being spoiled on the first day by sun burn.
Disappointment: After obtaining a sort after recipe from a friend, finding all those essential ingredients, prepping and mixing, only not to keep an eye on the time and all that’s left is a burnt offering.
Temper: May you burn in Hell if you’re disrespectful about my article.
Superhero or Villain that’s the question. The film takes us through creation of Deadpool, from his life as a mercenary, to the frenzy of revenge after he is turned into self-healing anti-hero. Wade Wilson, played by Ryan Reynolds, is wise cracking, smutty, and downright funny. The film is violent, has gratuitous sex scenes, plenty of swearing, a refreshing change to the deluge of the serious superhero films hitting us at the moment. Not to be missed by us more indulgent adults. Oh yes, my original question, superhero or villain, well I’ll let you make your own mind up on that one.