Yo! What up, interwebs? My name is April and I enjoy nintendo, oxymorons and Agyness Deyn's eyebrows. I wish I could work a suit like Jarvis Cocker. And I will do terrible things for coffee and cigarettes. I'm a cockney bitch, I'm a young ragamuffin from the streets. In my spare time, I make cynical observations, write movie reviews, steal the neighbours wifi and do things I probably shouldn't. Or simply must. Like building a time machine back to the 90's so I could whip out my cassettes and wear a "lamestain" tshirt. I'd be a closet MC Hammer fan because there really was no better time than hammer time. Maccas 30cent cones would actually cost only 30cents. And I could be the loser sitting alone in class being pelted with paper planes and spitballs while I wrote depressing, beautiful lyrics about materialism, conformity and sports jocks. Oh and Billy Corgan would still be cool.
If you're unfortunate enough to have to sit through a yawn worthy horror movie (The Strangers, I'm looking at you), then this pretty little ditty ought to make it easier to stop you escaping from the couch.
Made from a pre-loved Breakfast At Tiffany's record, fill this number with yummy sweets and snacks, use it as a centrepiece or just fling it on your wall. For 8bucks, you can't go wrong really.
Perhaps those Shaun Of The Dead fellows should have refrained from hurling their collection at zombies and invested in a new homewares business instead. Just a thought.
So after watching Ride In The Whirlwind (1965), I could only feel relief that Jack Nicholson had stuck to acting as his forte.
Nicholson tries his hand at writing (aswell as producing and starring as the lead) in this low budget Western, directed by Monte Hellman.
Despite a shoestring budget, the props, costumes and landscapes were quite fitting but the film took a turn for the worse with lazy directing, poor editing, jarring jumpcuts, lazy continuity and a stale two dimensional mise en scene.
Excessive filming in real time is both unimaginative and unecessary. Had they had spent less time showing every banal action in long, single takes, Nicholson may have been able to explore the psychology and backstories of the characters to make viewers actually care if they succeed to outrun a gang of bandits, while keeping the story rolling along with fervour.
Basically, any life threatening scenario is instantly eradicated of all it's suspense the moment the escapists decide to play a long, dull game of checkers.
The movie is unlike typical Westerns with no definitive villians and heroes, and a potential love interest that is as plain as cardboard, fizzling out into obscurity.
Had there have been more creativity and initiative, it could have become quite a powerful flick, resting on the themes of loneliness and loss. Sadly, this little number did nothing to make me feel "Much Obliged".
Save yourself the 85minutes and watch something starring Lee Van Cleef instead.
old fashioned film countdowns, the word 'orchestral', Don Draper's icy stare, pop culture, crackling gramophones, pin ups, worn out cliches, op shopping, brutal honesty, dusty bookstores, tattoos, cities with buzzing neon signs, art galleries, zine fairs, pasta, live bands in small venues, indecency, adventures, gritty polaroids, nerds, strange accents, blogging, hating the word 'blogging', canned laughter and snooze buttons.