Kelly was hiding beneath a door that had come off its hinges; the bottom half was wedged in the door frame and the top half was resting on the kitchen table. Her hand was clasped over her mouth as she tried to stay quiet and control her breathing.
Kelly lived on her own in a 1st floor flat on an estate in Dagenham, East London.
It was about 2am when she woke up. Her bed was shaking, the ornaments decorating her room were rattling and the two pictures on her wall crashed to the floor as the rumbles ended.
The last time she felt anything similar was in 2008 – she woke up to an earthquake then too.
There was a little delay after, but then she could hear dogs barking, car and house alarms going off and people shouting and children crying.
But then she heard screaming, then she heard more screaming.
Had someone been killed by that little tremor? She thought.
She jumped out of bed, but there was screaming coming from everywhere. Even the hall on her floor.
She pulled on her joggers and hoody piled up next to her bed, and as she went out the bedroom door she slotted her feet into her trainers. She looked through the spyhole in her front door and saw someone rush past.
Was there a fire? Becoming a little frantic, she undid the Yale lock, turned the key and finally took the hook off the catch.
She opened the door in a scramble and as she was about to head out, she saw Mrs Jackson from number 14 on the floor holding a bloody hand out to her. A man in a Tracksuit covered in blood was clawing at her chest like a dog trying to find a bone.
“Mrs Jackson”, Kelly screamed. The hooded man looked up and snarled. He leapt forward but Kelly was still behind the door. She slammed it closed as he thudded against it.
She ran to find her mobile phone out of her bedroom when there was another rumble. This time the shaking was a terrifying rocking. The floor and the walls were vibrating -big, swaying vibrations.
Seconds after the violent tremor began, giant cracks began to appear. She could hear the pots and pans rattling out of the cupboards in the kitchen and smashing to the floor.
She managed to make it into the kitchen as her front door banged open. The ceiling just before the kitchen door began to collapse. The kitchen door cracked off forcing her to the ground under its weight. The door had become wedged above her, protecting her from the rest of the smashing and crashing which was so loud she had to clamp her hands over ears.
For a long time she held her hands on her ears and her eyes were so tightly clamped shut that it hurt when she finally opened them.
She didnt know she had been screaming until the tremor finally came to an end. She stopped a few seconds after it finished, the shrill sound ringing through her head.
There were no car alarms this time. No house alarms and the screaming seemed to have stopped for the moment.
A pipe had burst and Kelly could feel her clothes shrink to her legs the cold water hit.
She began to try and wiggle free when she heard a snarl from above the door.
MAIN CAST: Jackson A. Dunn, David Denman, Elizabeth BAnks
RUNNING TIME: 1hr 30min
There are spoilers below…
I try and avoid movie trailers out of fear that they will spoil a film or take something away from it. Most of the time I feel like they show way too much information and as though they somehow force me to develop an opinion about a film before I have even seen it.
Brightburn was one of those times I ended up seeing the trailer and although I wouldn’t necessarily say I developed an opinion about the film I did start thinking up questions about it and I was coming back to Superman every-time.
ooooo, I thought, interesting – my initial reaction to the first few seconds of the trailer. Then as it went on I began to cringe a little, ah I don’t know. I mean, a bad Superman? Is that where they’re going with this? We’ve seen Superman turn bad. Then again, we’ve never seen him start out bad. Ok – they’re either gona do this good or it’s gona be real bad.
I kept seeing odd buzz words around the film though: Horror, Gory, Bad seed, Evil Superhero. I was wondering, how dark is this gona be?
When I thought about a bad Superman, I couldn’t help going back to the 1983 Superman III starring Christopher Reeve. It’s the one where Superman splits into an evil version of himself after being exposed to synthetic kryptonite. He becomes a bit of a horny, juvenile alcoholic. Sure some of the stuff he does is a bit bad, but considering the power he wields he doesn’t go thatmental. This got me hoping Brightburn wasn’t just about a moody Mama’s boy going through puberty.
To be fair, the trailer made it quite clear the little dude in this film was one step ahead of getting wasted, blowing out the Olympic Torch and straightening out the Leaning Tower of Pisa (Superman III). He is definitely a bit of a psycho, but how far was he really going to go? Was he just going to maim people? Or was this angelic looking kid going to just go to full on Killing sprees? I think there’s a few occasions in the DC comics where Superman goes a bit nuts and even starts killing members of the Justice League, so maybe he will go that far?
The Gunn brothers, Mark and Brian, that wrote the screenplay are adamant the film is not based on a ‘bad Superman’, but an already evil alien raised on earth. I don’t read about films until I’ve seen them so most of this I didn’t really pick up until afterward.
However, perhaps I should have observed that statement a little harder while I watched it. I got caught up on this whole Evil Superman parallel, that it was easy to only see the Superman element.
Yes! There’s bunch of references paying homage to Superman from the red cape to the laser beam eyes. Yes! Like the Superman back-story, a baby crash lands on a farm and Mr & Farmer decide to raise the baby as their own, but you can read more about all those on another site.
Forget for a minute that Brightburn had anything to do with Superman at all.
What got my skin crawling is what’s implied about Brandon’s backstory and what he’s going through. After much consideration, I think Brandon is less like Superman – and more like some killer Wasp-Bee alien, and here’s why.
To give that a little more context, I’m going to start from the scene in the school where Brandon talks about bees and wasps.
By the complex answer he gives his teacher when they’re learning about the Bees and the Wasps Brandon appears to be smarter than the average kid. The other children tease Brandon; he is clearly different to them and maybe they all sense that.
I don’t think this scene just makes a point about how smart Brandon is, or how the other kids in the class are bullying him. I think this scene is a big clue about why he landed on Earth and what makes this film stand away from Superman.
I’ll expand on what Brandon talks about to show where I’m coming from. Brandon says about the aggressive nature of wasps and how they don’t have the ability to create hives so they take them over by brute force. True Brood Wasps are insects that infiltrate host nests as larvae (like Brandon as a baby) and are raised by the adult hosts (like Tori and Kyle). Cuckoo Bumblebees do the same, but also release pheromones in order to slip past bee security and kill or subdue the queen of entire colonies and take them over, forcing the host worker-hive to feed their offspring.
I think showing him being bullied is by the other kids at school could also be seen as they are poking the wasp nest – so to speak but I won’t get carried away.
When Brandon wakes up in the middle of the night after a seizure, the hidden space-vessel he came in seems to have sent out psychic messages awakening his powers of strength, flight and speed (not to mention the laser eyes). Later in the film Brandon cracks the psychic code and realises its telling him to TAKE THE WORLD – which he seems to take to like a Cuckcoo Bee takes a colony.
Yeah, from here on in, Brandon starts displaying a whole load of manipulative and twisted behaviour that involves bloodshed and threats – but there’s a fair few indicators that what he’s been going through doesn’t just start after the seizure in bed.
Knowing that despite his innocent appearance, Brandon is not a real human child, Kyle points out the things he’s noticed as they have raised him.
Kyle and Tori discover some magazine clippings which aren’t just teenage boy spank-bank material. Beneath a few pictures of bikini models, there’s pictures and drawings of the anatomy of people. The notebook that he is always writing in is quite tatted and used up and when we see it later in the film, there’s a lot of disturbing content (even the logo he stamps everywhere is like a rudimentary bee or wasp stamp). It all suggests these are things that have been playing on his mind for a while. It’s not quite as simple as a Space-ship talking to him awakening some sudden urge to kill, it seems Brandon has been wondering what people look like from the inside-out, for a lot longer.
Does he want to know our anatomy so he can kill us easily? Does he want to lay eggs in our abdomen? Is he going to eat us when he is done? I mean, when he stuck his finger in the blood on his dying uncles face, I half expected him to lick it off!!
Ok I aren’t clutching at straws here – I can give this Bee-Wasp Alien theory a bit more traction.
Another part of the film that seems to back up the idea of Brandon infiltrating Earth to potentially colonise it like the Cuckoo Bee, is his interest in Caitlyn. Despite the fact that he crushes her hand, in some sort of controlling and manipulative effort he still wants to pursue her sexually. The reason I specifically say sexually, is because the first thing he does after Kyle ‘gives him the talk (about the birds and the bees‘) is stalk her in her bedroom. It’s also more carnal than it is romantic especially because he actually stalks her. Even after he breaks her hand he is still imposing. Has he intended her as his mate?
Ok so enough about that – one of thee main and most definitive reasons I think Brandon is a Wasp Monster… The insect-like hooded-mask he wears. I mean, come on, could you get more symbolic than that? He hovers like a wasp, he moves at speed like a wasp, he’s aggressive and parasitic and imposing – he even wears a wasp mask!!
So if I forget for a minute that the word Superman is even remotely related to this little monster, I become extremely creeped out. I reckon Brandon is more likely from a liege of Super Wasp Aliens that can morph into their hosts, permeate an entire planet and destroy it with no conscience.
If you think I’m totally off the mark then message me or comment. I’d love to hear it.
Zero-nine-eight yanked down on the stiff metal handle of the giant metal door; it didn’t budge.
She pulled down on it with all her weight, then she jumped up and pushed down on it. Nothing.
Almost out of energy, she tugged hard and pulled down again, her skinny arms stretched upward as she hung from it and her bum grazed the floor. It wasn’t giving even slightly.
She looked about with a mix of fear and anger on her face. She had been running around in a labyrinth of corridors for what felt like hours and her bare feet were so cold they hurt.
There was a keypad too high up to reach next to the door but she didn’t know what she could do about that anyway, they always used a different number on the one in her room.
Brick walls lined the long corridors of concrete floors. There were three different kinds of lights; Long fluorescent strips in the middle of the ceiling which were off at the moment, small tinted red round ones on the wall about two meters apart, which were also off – finally, small white rectangle ones evenly spaced between the red ones, which were on. Most of them didn’t work and there wasn’t a great deal of light, but Zero-nine-eight could see there were no vents, no holes, no spaces to hide in or crawl through.
As she was about to head back the way she came, the hall lit up with the red lights which seemed to be swirling, followed by a shrill siren which sounded three times and stopped.
They were back.
Zero-nine-eight fell down, startled. She scrambled herself backwards into the corner next to the metal door. There was a light beeping noise followed by heavy metal grinding noise from behind the it and she saw the handle move downward. Frozen in the corner, the door swung open, trapping her in the space behind it as it opened slowly until wall stopped it. For the moment she was shielded from the those coming through the it.
“Lieutenants, round up Zero-nine-zero through to Zero-nine-nine”, boomed a voice.
“Yessir, Commander”, came two more voices in unison.
“Take them to the ship, but be discreet. There are a lot of people about this time of day. Use the Trojan.”
“On it Sir”, and that was it; the bright white fluorescent strip lights came on in the ceiling and the red swirling lights stopped. She heard footsteps heading away before hearing the beeping noises again and the door began to move closed.
It swung slowly and she crept around following it. She peered around but it was completely black. As the gap became smaller she gulped and taking a big breath back, she went through.
MAIN CHARACTERS: Jack Gore, Miya Cech, Benjamin Flores Jr., Alessio Scalzotto
RUNNING TIME: 1hr 38min
What a treat of a film this turned out to be.
Rim of the World: Dariush, Zhenzhen, Alex, Gabriel
the World is about four totally different kids that meet at a summer camp.
Abandoned by the adults, it’s up to Alex, Dariush, Zhenzhen and Gabriel to save
the world when Aliens invade.
If you watch it close enough you will see that is only one part of what this movie has to offer; there are layers, upon layers, upon layers to this film.
stuffed to the ‘rim’ of movie references from the last thirty-odd years making
it a relatable, fun flick for adults and kids alike. It’s a mix of Sci-Fi, Horror,
Adventure and Comedy genres, and it has absolutely no qualms with throwing
every stereotype in the book into the mix.
recently audiences have been going mad for the likes of Stranger Things and IT
for their nostalgic throwback to the Western World’s most favoured Adventure
blockbusters of the last few decades. Movies like ET, Goonies and Breakfast
Club were the backbone of Generation X. Unlike Stranger things and IT, Rim of
the World is set in the present, but with the same sort of adventure format.
Generation Z benefits from references of movies like Gladiator and Rush Hour
and then more recently the Millennials will be more familiar with Wolverine and
countless politically incorrect inferences we have all grown up on to pack a
funny punch; filmmakers have cleverly highlighted contentious issues, instead
of hiding them beneath the surface as a cheap gag trick. The main clue that
this film is openly commenting on politically charged stereotypes or agendas is
when Carl & Logan, the Camp Leaders (who are also “the black men on
Campus”) are sitting about the campfire talking about Toy Story 3. It’s
not to say that Carl & Logan’s interpretation of Toy Story 3 is true
(“the ruling class justification for the inferior conditions of the working
class”), but it is how the filmmakers say to the audience, “yes,
films are meant to talked about; yes, they have hidden meanings and agendas –
including this film; and yes, we know what we are doing – that’s the
list all of the film references in the movie, I am sure there are a tonne of websites
that’ve already made it their mission to; besides, spotting them yourself is
part of the fun because for many of them it’s just one line of dialogue or a
prop or special effect that’s the reference instead of the actual name of the
think is so important to take away from the film is its coming of age theme and
The guy that wrote the film, Zack, has mentioned in a few interviews about the emotional importance of the films he grew up on in the 80’s and the lessons they taught him and millions of others. They relied a lot on how kids in the audience identified with what the characters are going through. Childhood traumas like bullying, poverty, grief, peer-pressure or some sort of in-house/domestic abuse are usually used as part of the background info in most of the main character arcs. In Rim of the World, it’s all about abandonment. Alex’s Father died traumatically in front of him, Dariush’s Father is going to Jail, Gabriel’s Father leaves when he’s Ten and Zhenzhen is an orphan – Not to mention they’re all left alone by the ‘adult camp leaders’ when the whole movie kicks off.
the plot of the all these Generation X movies features a Headmaster or Evil
Grown-up, a Monster, or in this case Alien, which acts as the metaphor for the
main characters’ trauma and how they overcome it is always based on how they
pull together and ‘Stand By’ each other; it’s the lessons they learn through
their friendship that gives them strength, not just in the immediate battle,
but also the one they are fighting at home or school.
the World packs a LOT into an hour and half. I could mention that I thought the
special effects were kind of wooden and I could say the introduction of the
characters and even some of the interaction and dialogue sometimes felt awkward
and unnatural and I don’t think many would disagree. However, the fact that
it’s full of hints and clichés from the last forty years makes me thinks all of
this part of its purposeful charm.
it does well to be its own unique take on western pop-culture. It brings
together the last three generations of audiences in a hilarious, albeit crude
and obvious, complement of one-liners, shoddy CGI explosions and an evil looking
monster while also facing the crushing trauma of family torment with your best
mates at your side.
It is no secret how much I love my cat-fam. Hugo, Patch, Jessie & Batcat.
I’m so boring when it comes to my cats and I can almost feel everyone’s eyes roll into the backs of their heads when I start to tell yet another story about them. If I work with you, if you’re my friend, neighbour or family, or a stranger in the street, you will hear me talk about at least one of my four cats during an encounter.
This one is about Patch.
I used to have a beautiful black cat called Scarlet but she took it upon herself to leave me and I never saw her again 😦
She just never came home.
Since then, I have been dreading the day that I notice I’m a cat down.
I mentioned a few weeks ago that my cute but scraggly Batcat, had her momentous achievement of getting into the house through the cat-flap (it had been months of trying to coax, cajole and con her to use it). Since then, not only does she come in, but she goes out too; she’s a fully fledged cat-flapper-cat.
Alas, a few days after the cat-flap breakthrough, Patch decided that the day had come to put me through the same trauma as Scarlet.
Although Patch is one of my more aloof Kitties and only comes to have the odd bit of attention when no other cat is about, I can always rely on her come meet me in the street when I home from a night-shift..
On the fateful morning of April 12th I didn’t get my usual fussy Hello.
A little worried, but also aware of my tendency to over-react, I went to bed knowing I would be up in an hour or two for my new KCom Lightstream upgrade, (that’s fibre broadband to you non-Hull natives) and she would probably be home by then.
Less than two hours later I was awakened by my horrifcally loud door-bell and two very polite, smiling (& strapping) KCom engineers.
“In there fella’s,” I directed them to the living room at the back of the house, “help yourselves”. I stuck my head out of the front garden gate and gave a short whistle for Patch. Nope, still no sign (“don’t over-react, don’t over-react, don’t over-react”).
After a few trips in and out of the back garden, the odd whirring of drilling and stapling of wires, they were done “Bye, Love” they say, and they were off.
Still, in the hours to come, there was no sign of my fur-baby Patch. Thoughts of all the horror stories I had ever heard were beginning to race through my mind and by tea-time I had resided myself to the fact that she wasn’t coming home or she was cold, injured and hiding – alone and frightened somewhere.
I went out several times into the night looking for her. Every moment that passed only convinced me more that she was gone for good.
By the next day I had over 50 shares on a Facebook post, had driven about Hull with my sister following up on any dead cat sightings people posted about and replied to several comments and messages from well wishers and cat lovers alike providing me with comforting advice (which surprisingly enough, actually was comforting).
"She may have been spooked and is hiding until it's safe to come back"
"She may have just gone exploring, Cats do this from time to time"
"Mine was missing a whole two weeks before she came back, I know what you're going through, try not to get too upset at this point"
Other comments included advice about when was best to go and look for her and different ways to lure her back.
It was a horrible day at work, I was worrying the whole time. It was so nice to hear from people and what their experiences had been. I was trying to convince myself that this was a normal thing that could happen and maybe I shouldn’t bee too worried at this point; it had only been a day (this was not me over-reacting by the way).
By the end of the day, one of my posts had racked up nearly 80 shares. That may not seem a big deal to some people but to me I was so grateful that there was a whole 80 people that wanted to help me out.
It was a late finish from work and it wasn’t until 11:30pm that I rocked up at home with a frog in my throat when I realised for a second day that she wasn’t home. All the comments and well wishing that had kept me calm through the day didn’t seem to mean much when I didn’t see her trot up to me in the street.
It was a little after midnight when I went back out shaking my treats, with no real expectation of seeing Patch… but who comes trotting around the corner like nothing had happened?
None other than Mohammed Ali… haha – kidding, it was my little fluff-ball, Patch.
Of course I spent the next 20 minutes sobbing uncontrollable tears of joy and Patch did nothing but try and wriggle free wondering why I was being so clingy.
She hasn’t done it since. In fact, in the last few weeks since she has even taken to sleeping upstairs with the rest of the cat-fam. I aren’t complaining.
Here I am, having a catch up with myself at 2.30 in the morning, but it serves me right for having a 3-hour nap earlier.
I’m completely out of sync with my sleep this week and I’ve been unable to get back into a rhythm since my last night shift a few days ago.
If you work nights, you’ll understand the struggle of managing your day life and your night life and your social life and your health life and… I’m sure you get the picture.
So here I am, trimming and pruning the next few posts (I don’t like doing one thing at once… no, I have to do everything at the same time) while also writing this one.
But enough moaning about that I only have 2 more nightshifts and 3 very long and excessive day shifts before it’s all over and I change jobs. I may have enjoyed most of it while it lasted (it was an interesting experience), but for so many reasons I had to give it up.
It’s been an arduous month of interviews and multi-tasking and babysitting (so much babysitting), but I’m so excited to say that I’ve found another job and I will be working days again (and no more weekends).
The photo above is an hour before I attended my final interview… er, yesterday I guess… after a night of, well, 3 hours sleep (like the picture says).
This has been one of the most testing months I have had in a while but I feel like it’s all been worth it even though I spent a lot of time worrying about things that seemed to just fall into place anyway.
It could be all the sunshine & vitamin D or maybe I’m finally just crawling out from under the rock I’ve been living under, but I finally feel excited for something and it has been such a long, long time.
I don’t know why I haven’t done this sooner but I guess it has been a while since I have made regular trips to Cinema.
My local Odeon Cinema, in Hull, recently had a refurbish, so I have been going almost once a or twice a week since my first time back there after it became all new and shiny. I’ve decided that I love going there so much more than any other Cinema (EVER), that I am going to make a point of going as much as I possibly can this Summer, hence the massive list.
I am even debating signing up for their Limitless Card, but I have a few commitment issues and as soon as I sign up for something, I stop wanting to do it… if that doesn’t make sense to you, then too bad; the things I do rarely make sense to me either.
There are are tonnes of films I’ve been adding to my list for a few months (here are twenty of them) and all I can do is hope they’re all going to be shown at Hull’s new Odeon.
So here is my light and fluffy (with occasional blood-soaked violence) list of films that I definitely want to see this Summer, and unless there are any secret productions that are going to drop onto my lap, I don’t see this list changing.
There’s a clear link between the origin of the play and what’s known as western philosophy. A few philosophers and playwrights developed the principle the techniques and devices in storytelling (including films, books and plays alike) that we use today.
Philosophy on its own, just means the solving of problems – Big problems, with broad subjects like; existence, knowledge, language and reason. It can be applied to all sorts of things.
Why are plays so important?
Being able to read or write was not something just anyone could do a few thousand years ago. Even if people were telling stories, unless they could shout very loudly or write them down, not many people would hear them except through word of mouth which means there was a lot lost in translation.
Luckily for us, some storytellers did end up finding ways to write their stories down. But, it was hard enough finding anyone that could write, so imagine trying to find anyone that could read!
Someone eventually saw a niche in the market though, and figured that those who could read, could read stories out loud to a group of people… and so it began. Plays.
Have a guess where it all started… Did you guess Ancient Greece? Gold star for you!
The first Plays were performed in Athens in the Theatre of Dionysus around 500 BC and they consisted of one actor called the Protagonist who told a story with the help of a Chorus (a group of people). A man called Thespis was apparently the first ever man who went on stage and acted as a character. He even went on Tour after winning one of the first documented theatre competitions. Ha! Imagine that, Thespis on Tour! People loved him and he was a complete celebrity – like Thespis Depp or Brad Thespis.
As time went on, the Tyrants and Politicians (same difference really) would buy their people’s favour by building theatres or sponsoring plays and employing playwrights to write for them.
Plays were so popular that within years there were Theatres popping up all over the place. But it didn’t stop at reading out loud, these were exciting times and once the ideas started rolling, they just snowballed.
A Playwright called Aeschylus (aka The Father of Tragedy), decided to change the game. He added a Second Guy to help tell the story. So there were 2 men telling the story and less chorus! The second person became known as the Antagonist. Aeschylus literally introduced the Conflict amongst his Characters. This is where storytelling evolved into something really complex.
We had our first Goodie and Baddie on stage.
So, Aeschylus had a student called Sophocles. You will never guess what he did… OK, you might. Well, he introduced a THIRD GUY!
Sophocles did other great things too but the competition was tough by now and he was overtaken by Euripides.
More of Euripides’ work survived because it was more popular than Aeschylus & Sophocles’. He was all about the representation of traditional mythical heroes as ordinary people in extraordinary circumstances. That’s because us lot in the audience loved to be able to imagine our plain-Jane selves as heroes.
Anyway, then there was Socrates who happened to be a this great mind-blowing philosopher who, in 407, met Plato. Plato abandons his first ambitions of being a playwrightand becomes Socrates student and personal biographer.
Then! After ALL that comes along Aristotle. Aristotle begins studies at Plato’s Academy and becomes his student and with that, the first ever Play-Writing Manual was written.
“Tragedy is a form of drama exciting the emotions of pity and fear. Its action should be single and complete, presenting a reversal of fortune, involving persons renowned and of superior attainments, and it should be written in poetry embellished with every kind of artistic expression.” – Poetics, Aristotle
It was written by Aristotle called and was called Poetics . It was like the beginning of Literary Theory. It talks about the elements found in storytelling and shows where they appear in Plays.
It documents the start of literary theory as we understand it today. It supports the close connection between philosophical thinking applied in plays, stories and films.
The link between plays and western thinking is clear when you see how closely these men all worked together. The stories that were told and the impact they had were an insight into our psyche at the time and much of it is still relevant today. The Greeks explored the world they lived in and what it meant to be human through the Plays they watched and the reason the rest of us in the western world did the same is because we could identify with each other through them.
Stories go hand in hand with philosophy because they’re our way of thinking about those big subjects – existence, knowledge, language and reason.
There were only really three types of Play at first. Comedy, Tragedy and Satyr. Poeticsoutlines them all in the introduction however the main subject of the book is Tragedy (there may have been a second book which covered Comedy but it’s thought to have been lost).
The Comedies mainly made fun out of the men in power (and their vanity). The Tragedies were about Love and Loss, pride and abuse of Power. Typically the Protagonist would do something really bad and be arrogant or foolish. But, as he realises what he has done, his world falls apart around him.
Aeschylus, Sophocles and Euripides are thought of as the Three Great Playwrights of Tragedy.
The Satyr plays were short skits which played between the acts of Tragedies and they mocked the misfortune of the Tragedies characters. The origins of the play and what you can find from the public interaction with them is how important they were to the culture in Greece and subsequently the rest of the world.
We may think we have evolved and grown but even now when it comes to most of what happened in all those Plays written in the few hundred years after 600 BC we still find the stories are relatable. Why? Because they are stories about the human condition and they were written by philosophers that shaped our history, way of thinking and perspective.
Thousands of years on we can identify with the stories they left us – so what does that say about the films and stories we see and hear today? How relatable will they be to the future generations?
Tuesday was my best day, I had thee best time from start to finish.
My morning started with a nightmare… and yes, you may be thinking ‘how on Earth can a great day start with a nightmare?’
It’s because I actually love nightmares. With the same logic of why people go on roller-coasters, go bungee jumping or watch horror films; they do it for a rush. To me a nightmare is like a surprise horror screening in the cinema of your brain… which is kind of apt because I ended up having a whole movie day.
Well this nightmare was so bad that it made me bolt upright in bed gasping for air for the first time in a few years. So you can imagine how racy my heart was. The worst thing about this was that there was no way I was getting back to sleep straight away.
The 2nd best thing that happened was to my sweet, scrawny, tiny and very dopey Batcat.
For Christmas, I got a cat flap and all the cats, except Batcat, loved it from the first Day. It was like a letterbox for cats. When they figured it out, it was like I could almost hear them saying ‘Mam – this is amazing, it’s our OWN DOOR!’ and they were in and out of it all day and have been since. Batcat on the other-hand was having absolutely none of it. She would cry and cry and cry until I opened the door. Despite my weeks of trying to coax and help her through, she didn’t seem to grasp the whole concept of the flap.
So back to my Tuesday morning where I needed a walk around the house with a glass of water to shake off this dream of being chased and eaten by a giant bacteria-worm down my Dad’s street.
Not surprisingly, there was Batcat, sitting at the back door whining for me to let her out. So I did, but not before warning her I was going back to bed so she was staying outside.
Off she went and off I went, back to bed. So there I was, dozing off and about to re-enter dream hell, when I heard that familiar letterbox noise, not once, not twice, not three times, but over and over and Over and OVer and OVEr and OVER.
I threw back my covers, in a rage! What was going on down there?!
I stampeded down the stairs ready to find out which of my little furry demons were trying to wind me up. But there, from down the hallway, I could see the tiny paw of my freaky Batcat.
I couldn’t believe it, she’d gotten her paw through the flap. Her whole Paw! Suddenly realising this could be the moment I had been waiting for – I stopped.
‘Come on girl, come on – you can do it!’ I coaxed in my softest voice while I crept toward the door, ‘Tsk Tsk Tsk, come on.’
Well, what can I say when I saw that little head come all the way inside I knew she had finally done it. It was like seeing a child walk for the first time, except better cause it was my baby Batcat! She chirped as she came through the cat flap and I scooped her up, giving her the most cuddly cuddle and strokes.
It was amazing and easily makes its way into the best thing that’s happened in months… Judge all you like.
So obviously after all this excitement there was no way I was getting back to sleep.
Me and Batcat went back to bed but we decided on a morning movie; The Spy who dumped me.
That was my 3rd best thing and I just need to say that every time I watch Mila Kunis in a film, I fall in love with her more and more. She is a great actress and absolutely drop dead gorgeous but she plays it off with such humility. With every film her characters get better and better. Next to her was Kate Mckinnon as her best friend and What. A. Pair… It made me want to call all my best friends and go to Prague… again.
The 4th was seeing my Family and finding out more about the latest project my Dad was into.
Then taking my little Sister and my baby nephew for food.
I went to see Pet Sematary at Cinema– completely alone.
That’s right, there was nobody else in the screening with me. I was so excited.
There was a bit of an issue though. I had geared myself up for a heart attack level of scare so bad that I would be white with terror and need an ambulance before the end. I must have ‘bigged it up’ too much though.
It was nowhere as terrifying as I thought it would be. I liked the soundtrack a lot, bodies dragging themselves around on wooden floors and bones crunching underfoot in the woods. A few scenes did make me shiver but I could have just been cold.
Then for the 7th event of the day, Costa! I went with a friend and I AM SO GLAD I DID. Obviously after seeing Pet Sematary, Stephen King came up. Then naturally IT came up and my friend casually mentions a metaphor I didn’t notice when I had read the IT book before. I could not let this pass me by (more on this when I read the book). I hadn’t read IT since I was 15, so within minutes, I was furiously tapping away on Ebay.
I’m now impatiently waiting for a copy of IT to make its way to me in the post.
The 8th best thing was A Clockwork Orange at Odeon
Popcorn and Pick ‘N’ Mix.
The 10th best thing of the day though… Recliners.
That’s right, Odeon have done their cinema out in Hull and Oh My Days! There is no other way to watch a film at cinema AGAIN.
They have actual, super comfy, recliners in in some of their screens. Oh Man, Oh Mannnnn!! The comfort level was through the roof. I even saw a few people go with blankets – which I am definitely doing next time I go. I don’t think I can leave it very long either. I want to take one of those recliners home with me. It was such a premier experience. Especially seeing A Clockwork Orange on the big screen which, by the way, gets better every time I see it.
yes, I just nicked the title of a famous Only Fools and Horses episode… well I guess they’re all famous 🤔
new, welcome. If you’ve been before, then welcome back.
welcomes all round.
trying this blogging thing out and I reckon one of the easiest ways to practice
writing to a bunch of people is to write about the things I know (I’ll blag what
I don’t when I’m a bit more of an expert).
my home town.
One of my
favourite things about Hull is that if you want something to do for the day, we
have a little bunch of Free Museums. They’re decent ones too, especially if you
don’t have a lot of money.
they are no Natural History or Science Museum (like in London), but they make
for a nice wander around the city centre.
have the Deep, which is about a tenner per person, but you only need to pay
once for the whole year.
to the point, there’s a new addition to the city centre.
open a few months and if you live in Hull you may have missed it. I went with
some friends and we all remembered it as the old art shop down West Street
(behind Brookes and Cooplands).
It had a
door price of £11 but they were having a 2-4-1 deal and I thought that was
reasonable for something different. As it happened, we weren’t in there for
very long, so with the full price in mind, I’d think £11 was a bit steep.
experience is that you’re guided around a few rooms by different actresses in
full costume and let’s just say, it does not look like the art shop now. I
don’t want to spoil it for anyone that’s not been yet, so I won’t give away too
It looks great in there, but…
And yes, there is a but which I don’t like because it’s not like anyone heads to a day out and thinks,
‘i hope this event is a waste of my money and there’s loads wrong with it’…
on Live Experience tours before and they have blown me away and this Live
Experience had a few well executed scares. BUT –
hoping for a bit more information around the tour, a few more fact nuggets. The
stories they told us weren’t very well formed and there were a few things that just
didn’t quite make sense.
would also say things like stay away from that corner, or that some people
would be coming, but nothing would happen, or the people didn’t show up.
agreed we got the sense the actresses are only just learning their roles. It
was very amateurish and felt a bit silly. The last lady was brilliant, but we
only had her for a few minutes.
maybe the tour guides need to go see a few live tours, they need to fine tune
their scripts and work on the information they’re telling customers.
If they accept they’re not quite there yet and try and learn a more about the stories they are telling and what do’s and don’ts work in a Live Experience tour then I am sure it’ll all get much better.
Places trying to get established in Hull need our support so I definitely think everyone should give it a go, even if its to leave some feedback.
For now, though, I hope they keep that 2-4-1 offer on while they are still practicing.
Millie could hear blood rush around her body, and she shook with every thudding heartbeat. She stared, unblinking and barely breathing at the slightly open door ahead of her trying to focus her hearing beyond the wall for any sound.
She thought she had closed the door behind her when she ran in and on realising that she hadn’t she found herself too paralysed. She willed herself to close it but there was no more will in her body.
The small room had a table in the middle with a chair either side. There were two doors into the room, the one that she was focused on, slightly ajar and the other on the same wall as a huge two-way mirror behind her.
There was a camera in the upper corner above the open door and a little red light beneath it that blinked away. She wondered if anyone alive was watching her now, crouched over in a primal hunch beneath the mirror, more terrified than she had ever been in her whole life.
She finally blinked and as her eyelids scraped across her dry eyeballs, they filled with water. Tears began to stream down her face. She had no choice but to take a deep sobbing breath as painful and bloody images began flashing through her mind. Her eye’s blurred and she began to bawl. Her bum found the floor as her legs gave way and sprawled out in front of her, her head dropping into her bloody hands.
She was crippled between breaths of air and streams of tears; with every gulp of it she saw her friend’s die.
She could feel the sensation of blood gushing up her arms when Alison’s throat was torn wide open.
She saw an image of Lilah holding out her hand, screaming in agony, seconds before her body was ripped into half from the waist with her guts spilling out onto the floor.
She blinked hard a few times and shook her head in a desperate attempt to shake the images loose.
Catching her breath finally Millie wiped her face with a dry patch on the inside of her hoody and looked ahead – just as Lilah began to crawl through the open door.
I have tried blogging several times before. Unfortunately for all you potential readers, I kept thinking – who on earth is going to want to listen to me drivel on?
I mean it’s not really any different now. Even if only one person reads my blog (and even if that one person is me) at least I wrote down the stuff that goes on in my head.
I entertain myself anyway.
Why, after trying and failing before, am I doing this again?
I just need a creative space.
I can’t draw or paint, I can’t build anything and I don’t play any instruments – but, what I can do, is write thousands upon thousands of words about almost anything.
Previously I’ve been quite strict about what content I want in my blogs. I thought I had to make the content match an audience type if I was going to be successful at actually having an audience. So the blogs were either just film reviews or just film deconstructions or just blah blah blah.
Then I realised my attention span is shorter than the space between my index finger and thumb and that I could not commit to any of the subjects without becoming bored or frustrated.
I then realised that I need to stop trying to focus on just one subject and embrace my goldfish-like tendencies.
I could have it all and so could everyone else. From reading other blogs I noticed that people don’t necessarily go for the subject matter in some cases, but rather the voice behind the writer. Some people are like goldfish too.
So if, like me, you can’t focus on more than one subject for more than a few paragraphs then you should definitely hang around. I will talk about all sorts.
If I want to tell you all about a film I saw or that I’ve been learning about the impact of advertising on children or if I just happen to be writing a story about a female serial killer that runs a parrot sanctuary, then I can.
There are no limits.
That is my first post. Short and sweet enough to get you interested I hope.