Monday, March 16, 2009

Have you ever had it blue?

Last week's "excitement", captured here for your pleasure.

Belbury Youth Club at Shunt Vaults
I went along to this Ghost Box-hosted event with JJ and DL, and was happy to catch up with both NB and KS too. A couple of observations:

Shunt Vaults is an astonishing venue. I don't think I've been anywhere like it since...well, since ever. It's a series of arches attached to London Bridge station. As you walk in, you're confronted with the overwhelming smell of mould, which immediately gets into the back of your throat. It is atmospherically lit (in other words, dark), and vast inside. I fell in love with it and am now looking for any excuse to get along to the place again.

As for the content of the evening itself, it was OK. We were hindered in that we got there far too early and had no dinner beforehand (which necessitated a trip back up to the surface to get supplies in. Becuase we were in a train station, food options were limited: it was pasties/crisps or nothing). As such, we were hungry and a bit bored for the early part of the evening. By the time Broadcast appeared to improvise over a short film, I was feeling a bit hysterical and commented to NB that I would kill to hear Funky Town instead.

Following Broadcast, we stuck around to hear some music, including the theme tune to Teddy Edward and a moog version of Son of my Father. Then we all made like a banana, and split.

Watchmen
I enjoyed this, on the whole. It was shonky at points, but enjoyable.

A couple of things jarred:
The embarrassing sex scene, which was more graphic than it needed to be, and for the choice of music in the background (old Len croaking Hallelujah. Incongruous).
The wigs, particularly Ozymandias's effort. I couldn't take my eyes off the line of glue around his forehead.
Ozymandias himself. One-dimensional, compared to the other turns.

Good stuff:
The performances were pretty solid, on the whole. Dr Manhattan was appropriately blank. Rorschach was well-realised.

The usual stuff that annoys me at the cinema every time annoyed me this time: the late start and the incredibly loud incidental music (which at one point made me jump out of my seat).

So what else is new? Ennui, mainly. Eight weeks to my holiday.

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