tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45594576149620053502024-03-06T04:32:06.649+11:00Tickets And PopcornApril Skyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10920061009601227380noreply@blogger.comBlogger125125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559457614962005350.post-8511153485340662302011-01-07T21:08:00.000+11:002011-01-07T21:09:14.508+11:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvxvIsHhiPQ6-1HFwq05yragjMXutd23EfSPzgag72vHlAwMrfSvC9kTM3xaxuljlG1CLY29a8eVPu6g-4Og5_0mLVmkWLaBg4BWUp3iJPmPqeA3y-9kh9LspjvL6n_c1QmEfIvZMpq7E/s1600/co.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvxvIsHhiPQ6-1HFwq05yragjMXutd23EfSPzgag72vHlAwMrfSvC9kTM3xaxuljlG1CLY29a8eVPu6g-4Og5_0mLVmkWLaBg4BWUp3iJPmPqeA3y-9kh9LspjvL6n_c1QmEfIvZMpq7E/s400/co.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559383942812664882" /></a><br /><br>April Skyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10920061009601227380noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559457614962005350.post-76440407749690598032011-01-06T22:01:00.003+11:002011-01-06T22:27:04.610+11:00<p align="center"><object width="325" height="220"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oLGfeVH-ftI?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oLGfeVH-ftI?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="220"></embed></object></p><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center">Sexy tattooed girls with chipped teeth booty poppin in rollerskates. </p><p align="center">WHAT MORE COULD YOU NEED?!</p><p align="center"><br /></p>April Skyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10920061009601227380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559457614962005350.post-22255483927238582822011-01-03T20:14:00.002+11:002011-01-03T20:21:07.360+11:00Lets All Get Nostalgic<br><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTpmnIpkvvIphtAEVRbtnphyNxGIg9NsXrxkW8rQTIJYjWGZph1gDJcCuqw4bUGGsi30mw6Be10fOYy126tYx6WrnPxCd_gO6xYRT4vSaqtl2yhNBg1SXzrZIMmUSoQsGs_lNdTm9PVbk/s1600/2010college.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTpmnIpkvvIphtAEVRbtnphyNxGIg9NsXrxkW8rQTIJYjWGZph1gDJcCuqw4bUGGsi30mw6Be10fOYy126tYx6WrnPxCd_gO6xYRT4vSaqtl2yhNBg1SXzrZIMmUSoQsGs_lNdTm9PVbk/s400/2010college.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557885946088458258" /></a><br /><br><br />I think, out of all the beautiful people and the exciting experiences last year gave me, the only sadness I have now is not being able to fit more photos onto this dandy 2010 collage. They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Yet everytime I glance at this, I fall quiet and smile. I'm very thankful.<br /><br><br /><br>April Skyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10920061009601227380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559457614962005350.post-27595808152422404922010-10-16T22:42:00.005+11:002010-10-17T15:46:35.057+11:00Easy Like Sunday Morning<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS8kyQr5vM8eMffCLIuuqAo_oM8BH1cpggHTFGaS2CHgmICejPshplKvS03u4AFin6GjG46eVpgP_Ma9J3-Qan2dCjtQpHQCMfxoTtGZbKc3B1LXPh-75eTitJ69oBx2HzLJNlmtHON1c/s1600/easya.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS8kyQr5vM8eMffCLIuuqAo_oM8BH1cpggHTFGaS2CHgmICejPshplKvS03u4AFin6GjG46eVpgP_Ma9J3-Qan2dCjtQpHQCMfxoTtGZbKc3B1LXPh-75eTitJ69oBx2HzLJNlmtHON1c/s400/easya.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528608919826970034" /></a><br /><br><br />Or Tuesday night. Whatevs. Because that's when some friends and I headed out and saw <span style="font-weight:bold;">Easy A</span>, a teenage comedy starring the ever sexy, feisty and charismatic Emma Stone. I tell ya, if Donna Pinciotti ever had a cheeky little sister, this would be her.<br /><br><br />However, upon watching this film, I was instantly grateful for three things;<br /><br />1. Not growing up in American middle school.<br />2. Not having parents that over shared their sexual history.<br />3. Not being surrounded by social networking technology during those years.<br /><br />I was 19years old when I first got signed up to MySpace. I am so hardcore. <br /><br />But seriously, it's especially hard for me to comprehend just how difficult it would have been to be surrounded by that over exposure where gossip, regardless of how fleeting or grossly inaccurate, could spread to the masses before you even had a chance to say "OMFG, FML!!!1!"<br /><br />Our leading lass Olive (played by the charming Stone) throws caution to the wind after being inspired by The Scarlett Letter, the novel her English class is studying. By telling a little white lie to remedy an awkward moment with her BFF Rhiannon, Olive quickly discovers the uncontrollable effects of spreading a rumour about losing your virginity - especially when it is in earshot of the world's most demonic Bible-basher. <br /><br />Is that an oxymoron? Who cares. Olive quickly discovers she is in over her head as the her lie spirals out of control and lands onto the monitors of every iPhone and Blackberry Curve within a 50mile radius. By using her web cam as a real time confessional, Olive embraces the medium to deflect the damage against her and explain what really happened.<br /><br />I'm not crazy about glossy, mainstream Hollywood flicks directed at teenagers but this one was fantastic. Besides its obvious timely nature of social network obsessions, parties, cliques, gossip, angst and self discovery woes, it had a lot of heart, humor and several tributes to classic 80's John Hughes movies.<br />'Nuff said.<br /><br><br />RT, bitches!<br />xx<br /><br>April Skyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10920061009601227380noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559457614962005350.post-79613058303066828542010-10-09T19:06:00.007+11:002010-10-09T19:23:36.977+11:00Above Us Only Sky<br><br /><object width="325" height="220"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jmR0V6s3NKk?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jmR0V6s3NKk?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="220"></embed></object><br /><br><br />I'm sure this video has done its fair share of rounds since it was released onto the interwebz nearly 3 years ago. But as today marks what would have been John Lennon's 70th Birthday, please take the time to celebrate his life and his remarkably insightful view on love and war by giving this a watch.<br />The animation is breathtaking and I cannot help but hang off his every word. A real gem.<br /><br><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><strong><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Our society is run by insane people for insane objectives. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">I think we're being run by maniacs for maniacal ends </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">and I think I'm liable to be put away as insane for expressing that. </span>That's what's insane about it." - John Lennon, R.I.P<br /></strong></span><br /><br>April Skyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10920061009601227380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559457614962005350.post-24112291639272972712010-09-28T21:15:00.002+10:002010-09-28T21:34:28.649+10:00Deliciously Despicable<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVdSLC4RnyAJkd9fJkv6jkqKazzQs5E88o3VQICEVf-JBVZ5NmfkGRmfjG4tRG0xsQ8ufTolKcQlnEZyt9DQJHrcOoJ_MtY2LaRGzTunqmPKcB3jxvYpHAvS5tjzJzDJ6r3JHLcuKz4NU/s1600/GEDC1451.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVdSLC4RnyAJkd9fJkv6jkqKazzQs5E88o3VQICEVf-JBVZ5NmfkGRmfjG4tRG0xsQ8ufTolKcQlnEZyt9DQJHrcOoJ_MtY2LaRGzTunqmPKcB3jxvYpHAvS5tjzJzDJ6r3JHLcuKz4NU/s400/GEDC1451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521924113325511106" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Don't you just love when impromptu catch ups transform into a lovely evening? My darling friend V and I caught up over milkshakes and muffins. We then popped on our 3D glasses and sat ourselves amongst a cinema full of 6 year olds to watch <span style="font-weight: bold;">Despicable Me</span>.<br /><br /><br />Normally I know exactly what I'm paying to see. But we were pushed for time and were feeling fairly easy with anything. I was surprised to see that the films central character is an ugly, intolerable greedy man named Gru. I had to keep reminding myself that it is aimed at children and not to pick away at the story too much. There was a moment where it had swerved off track so much that I was baffled why I hadn't noticed it much earlier.<br /><br />April Skyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10920061009601227380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559457614962005350.post-55296472903513039182010-09-26T17:06:00.005+10:002010-09-26T17:34:24.938+10:00Holy Shit I Wish These Were Mine<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmnetTnEBq3lhkn0rg6xx2UKk1nVtknjAkqgmC5QXWu0UXHH_uYFQ4-uBzTatC3g5WFpa7yGlaN5BmFEEhwcjlYfB7icdpr_e0RyUK832HYwobuFL_ZpF6Y6diFXXdumoLxZQRT7ZQSnU/s1600/l3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmnetTnEBq3lhkn0rg6xx2UKk1nVtknjAkqgmC5QXWu0UXHH_uYFQ4-uBzTatC3g5WFpa7yGlaN5BmFEEhwcjlYfB7icdpr_e0RyUK832HYwobuFL_ZpF6Y6diFXXdumoLxZQRT7ZQSnU/s400/l3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521116555907740754" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmt8xepoMYtMZgRlZ-qAxy30si_EbUJwID6sKxHrJsgkIiytC9i-rP0SxiHmJ8K4lWu8cKGvomrdqcOGWOGQAQz87fCu50aPF3eUE6hMFICzt8iIB_d1-6G1oIK1qnyXxosN_Duje9HG0/s1600/l2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmt8xepoMYtMZgRlZ-qAxy30si_EbUJwID6sKxHrJsgkIiytC9i-rP0SxiHmJ8K4lWu8cKGvomrdqcOGWOGQAQz87fCu50aPF3eUE6hMFICzt8iIB_d1-6G1oIK1qnyXxosN_Duje9HG0/s400/l2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521116457256030370" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ8gYuYDLgGc90cHV0iHm81kOOeWLWxRb0t7XfAjBCexRXETYhs6BC9Kw3WavhmEtqkPkhoOXZbAo_gh9P9q0ub0cpodfQwkQrrXebnRDLNr6rke5qgRuf81Sgd-wMcPhbTC4szM1xlxM/s1600/l1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ8gYuYDLgGc90cHV0iHm81kOOeWLWxRb0t7XfAjBCexRXETYhs6BC9Kw3WavhmEtqkPkhoOXZbAo_gh9P9q0ub0cpodfQwkQrrXebnRDLNr6rke5qgRuf81Sgd-wMcPhbTC4szM1xlxM/s400/l1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521116315532980594" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You probably think I just flogged these amazing pick-a-matures off a random website like weheartit.com without acknowledging the owner. But I like to give credit where it's due. More so when the artist is one of my beautiful and ultra talented friends.<br /><br /><br />When Loren isn't clicking away awesomeness, she studies Visual Design and manages her brand spankin' new wesbite to showcase her amazing versatility and style. Plus, she has a kitten named Ziggy Stardust. Rad. We've spent the weekend together eating, drinking, swapping ideas for an upcoming 50's rockabilly photoshoot that yours truly shall be modelling in and watching some fantastic films including The Runaways.<br /><br /><br />Did anyone enjoy this flick as much as we did? I adored its grittiness and experimental approach. Kristen Stewart kicked ass as iconic Joan Jett and my budding photographer friend and I decided that we simply need to, nay, MUST wear more leather.<br /><br /><br />If you wanna check out more of Lorens skills, I highly suggest you follow her blog <a href="http://www.obscurphotography.com/">Obscur Photography</a>. Oh and following her on her brand new Twitter <a href="http://twitter.com/obscur_fotos">obscur_fotos</a> has scientifically been proven to increase chances of mind blowing sex. Just sayin.<br /><br />April Skyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10920061009601227380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559457614962005350.post-19519713574134317842010-09-25T15:32:00.003+10:002010-09-25T15:52:39.758+10:00all apologies<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipVpwZYFozamcR8vfjK7jzdkOHw4muekPKiRxuzEXoTW6OPPxvYqd6Y4pIi9syxks-hmib_tofr7Yu_gug06znaPue6-ZDqM8n0Q0BLV0E-esX7i4wHAFy_bpHDAKUuPXTP7gfR3ZBevU/s1600/152015.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipVpwZYFozamcR8vfjK7jzdkOHw4muekPKiRxuzEXoTW6OPPxvYqd6Y4pIi9syxks-hmib_tofr7Yu_gug06znaPue6-ZDqM8n0Q0BLV0E-esX7i4wHAFy_bpHDAKUuPXTP7gfR3ZBevU/s400/152015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520720197240727970" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Where the eff have I been?! Can I just start by saying you're all absolutely amazing for continuing to follow my hot bliggity-blog and send me beautiful comments despite my absence? I owe you all lollipops. Seriously, send me your digits.<br />Well, Lennon got it right. Just as your making plans, fate rears its fugly face and pulls the rug out from underneath you. Things really got a bit pear shaped there, with home situations and school and oh gosh, I won't bore you, but it was beyond my control AND demanded by undivided. Double thumbs down!<br /><br /><br />But I'm back and ready to kick this around once more! Though sadly, my movie-a-day challenge has been abandoned in the mess. Forgive-ahness pah-leeze? But can I just blow my own horn for a second and say that 94 isn't that bad? Damn straight! But who else thought it was getting stifling? I want this to be fun and cool to follow and it was quickly becoming a chore.<br /><br /><br />So onward, I say! I shall continue posting film reviews, strange tangents, bizarre stories and general all round weird, crazy shit that I have a knack for encountering on a daily basis - all without the pressure of a deadline.<br />I hope you all enjoy the picture too. I was going for a Lindsay Lohan mugshot kind of vibe except with less cocaine and more sarcastic sentimentality. That girl cracks me up. Ha! Crack! Get it? Oh me...April Skyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10920061009601227380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559457614962005350.post-75091956983361088472010-07-02T21:16:00.003+10:002010-07-23T21:37:40.167+10:00Afterglow<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-O94tPRNfnCOgcYjRtueRMS3ZLCceG5G43wreQ_QumiIh3eFFraJmu1qBTHpw5Tg-ZYjz-KZnuuydhDmeWX5k8lEv8sXWLFcV52JDZhRP4aIZkwd-uIWgEiVuzoBnLjxQL2_sQ0R978E/s1600/Lolita1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-O94tPRNfnCOgcYjRtueRMS3ZLCceG5G43wreQ_QumiIh3eFFraJmu1qBTHpw5Tg-ZYjz-KZnuuydhDmeWX5k8lEv8sXWLFcV52JDZhRP4aIZkwd-uIWgEiVuzoBnLjxQL2_sQ0R978E/s400/Lolita1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497063046057727010" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I read Vladimir Nabokovs' <span style="font-weight: bold;">Lolita</span> sometime last year and I was enthralled by it's intoxicating use of lyrical descriptions and long, uninterrupted tangents of thought. I only wanted to watch the film after I had finished reading it to see how Director Stanley Kubrick had envisioned this controversial love affair between Literary scholar Humbert Humbert and his 12 year old step-daughter Dolores "Lolita" Haze. The 1962 version incorporates a screenplay written by Nabokov himself, sustaining the genuine nature of the classic novel without ever compromising it's content for theatrical pleasure.<br /><br /><br />The movie was highly enjoyable though it did occur to me that it was a quick skim through a intensely rich and, at times, traumatic love affair between Humbert and his divine 'nymphet', omitting crucial scenes that developed both the story and the emotional arc in which Humbert would be pulled through in order to prove his infatuation and loyalty. Converting a novel to film format obviously requires careful deliberation, sometimes requiring dramatic changes to the story. What works in a book may not necessarily work onscreen and vice versa. But in this case, it was a carefully constructed and beautifully executed projection.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Film Count: 94 out of 365</span><br /></div><br />April Skyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10920061009601227380noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559457614962005350.post-74886978124307724802010-07-01T20:07:00.003+10:002010-07-21T20:24:43.414+10:00Lingering on Love Street<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqOpksCNScGeCKlEEqLnEefmyeYJ_hoplqjbzYZpgYs3j19lZznD2KtDz1VDuG8rIn5LageF_1W9RBKjSZAKA-iUkd7bRHnmo4Bx1poGH5EYTsgqNvFAf8B123iwdPdCrFuck6nJZekaQ/s1600/lovestreet.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqOpksCNScGeCKlEEqLnEefmyeYJ_hoplqjbzYZpgYs3j19lZznD2KtDz1VDuG8rIn5LageF_1W9RBKjSZAKA-iUkd7bRHnmo4Bx1poGH5EYTsgqNvFAf8B123iwdPdCrFuck6nJZekaQ/s400/lovestreet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496300161529736722" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is one of the most enjoyable biographical films I've ever seen. Covering the highly influencial 60's rock band <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Doors</span>, it is simply eerie how Val Kilmer so closely resembles the group's lead singer Jim Morrison.<br /><br /><br />I've held this iconic poet in my heart since childhood, their tunes humming from my dad's old radio he kept in the garage while he tinkered away on his cars. They were some of my earliest memories and I continued to indulge in their music as I grew older. I was skeptical of the movies intent, unsure if it would really do the singer any justice and give him the credit he so deserves, despite his controversial open attitude to drug addiction and the rock and roll lifestyle that naturally came with the success of being in one of the most successful bands of that era.<br /><br /><br />But the film shares with viewers the beauty and majesty of Morrison's mind and the infectious presence he had amongst his band members. Infact, Kilmer looks and sounds so alike to Mr Mojo Risin' that following the films release, the surviving members of The Doors experienced difficulty distinguishing the actor from the singer himself.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Film Count: 93 out of 365</span><br /></div><br />April Skyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10920061009601227380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559457614962005350.post-15935709029213941662010-06-30T19:21:00.000+10:002010-07-21T19:53:07.598+10:00Au Revoir, Monsieur Vampire<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaPV5EeT1rApfi9yTrGPIu2brzK6TMRc4Gjrj96tTjg4HIqSzcYPW1dYQO0Thi_IBifP4zEPMEbNftZ26h6Jy48wVn0pGDqPSRkGVHBFs4JxMGplP5DqJX4Y3VCHMzL-72OlpUnTUmUlQ/s1600/bookstore.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaPV5EeT1rApfi9yTrGPIu2brzK6TMRc4Gjrj96tTjg4HIqSzcYPW1dYQO0Thi_IBifP4zEPMEbNftZ26h6Jy48wVn0pGDqPSRkGVHBFs4JxMGplP5DqJX4Y3VCHMzL-72OlpUnTUmUlQ/s400/bookstore.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496287250614542354" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The bookstore in my dead-end town is so depressing. All I wanted was something enjoyable, perhaps inspiring. Classic even. Instead, there's more vampire romances than you can poke a crucifix at. There's something really wrong with men when women begin fantasizing over graveyards and the undead.<br /><br /><br />But sometimes, some stories are better told onscreen. The lovely, delicate character of <span style="font-weight: bold;">Amelie</span> would no doubt be shadowed amongst the browing papers of a forgotten book. Not to mention the breathtaking and heart warming aesthetics that make this feature a cinematic gem. Forever a classic, touching the hearts of millions.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Film Count: 92 out of 365</span><br /></div><br />April Skyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10920061009601227380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559457614962005350.post-68852878036251536782010-06-29T18:57:00.004+10:002010-07-21T19:07:48.773+10:00Play or Pass<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIbNcVmB6gP5_j0Ek7qkh1rzQaWGqZEJJTB8G7uagfYa-iliF_SOpjHkStWNukXaE7K1w4JlZJSBH8FH4JdeSN2aXWHs-6mdH1Sqyqz-lUHi3Ch_M1D_-GrisSEcSAd051athZr_dPopg/s1600/score.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIbNcVmB6gP5_j0Ek7qkh1rzQaWGqZEJJTB8G7uagfYa-iliF_SOpjHkStWNukXaE7K1w4JlZJSBH8FH4JdeSN2aXWHs-6mdH1Sqyqz-lUHi3Ch_M1D_-GrisSEcSAd051athZr_dPopg/s400/score.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496281476554909506" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Contrary to the title of the film, <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Score</span> barely rated above mediocre to me despite its incredibly talented all-star cast. Robert De Niro, Marlon Brando and Edward Norton are all favourite actors who I hold in the highest regards but I suppose this film just proves that without a suspenseful story to glue audiences to the very end, no amount of Hollywood A-Listers can save what will ultimately be a safe attempt at a white-knuckled thriller.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Film Count: 91 out of 365<br /></div><br />April Skyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10920061009601227380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559457614962005350.post-21578526404262398822010-06-28T18:38:00.004+10:002010-07-21T18:55:02.750+10:00Room Service<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsmGugcO7Ftfu7AI38yCxiXLi9kaIxfYVBnZ55nenx_s8z_hAjI6M63Ud3Cmb7MkA25A5-rp29UI5tVvFeITf86OzYFlPBcxVT_g9LSlM3_CCzOuv10r_LZk6a306yi6O7UI7_3vTzyX8/s1600/domicile-conjugal.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsmGugcO7Ftfu7AI38yCxiXLi9kaIxfYVBnZ55nenx_s8z_hAjI6M63Ud3Cmb7MkA25A5-rp29UI5tVvFeITf86OzYFlPBcxVT_g9LSlM3_CCzOuv10r_LZk6a306yi6O7UI7_3vTzyX8/s400/domicile-conjugal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496278168570534866" border="0" /></a><br /><br />There's really nothing more blissful than being in a cozy bed with a good book (thankyou Jean-Pierre Léaud and Claude Jade for demonstrating this), unless of course, it is watching a French film by one of your favourite directors.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bed and Board</span> is the 3rd installment of the adventures of the spontaneous and mischievous Antoine Doinel, a fictional character created by the amazing Francois Truffaut who formed a 20 year friendship with Léaud. The film takes a peek into the life of the now married Doinel who spends his days dying flowers while his wife gives violin lessons. He struggles to settle down, the image of maturity frightening him away from his new bride and into the arms of a Japanese model.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Film Count: 90 out of 365</span><br /></div><br />April Skyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10920061009601227380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559457614962005350.post-5825813630201903292010-06-27T18:27:00.001+10:002010-07-21T18:37:54.454+10:00Bellissimo!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ3w0YrC02VNiRMpWd3P-EP70tRxkDuIhf7DjMfJLbVbJ_bqvv_WN0N1_KHvaHx5zGOZiGaAwmbGAPkH6eyPulLjMH2cJVNrU9lagAbE6Cgae8DQQF5mhWGByhN9HidXmlWCzyTOq3V2o/s1600/everything+020.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ3w0YrC02VNiRMpWd3P-EP70tRxkDuIhf7DjMfJLbVbJ_bqvv_WN0N1_KHvaHx5zGOZiGaAwmbGAPkH6eyPulLjMH2cJVNrU9lagAbE6Cgae8DQQF5mhWGByhN9HidXmlWCzyTOq3V2o/s400/everything+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496273997735904434" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmJik8bPob2FWHQKjJNiJBX5FuukKEue-F7jEu_XhiXEq2nJp_q889hh5erl83A1-aEIeDwo3EGYDm4RWihmL1OX9z14m1Nk2Cwy7QseCTWAyFGXcozFczAw0s_kK4AjGRAJ0ktyBcPZo/s1600/everything+022.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmJik8bPob2FWHQKjJNiJBX5FuukKEue-F7jEu_XhiXEq2nJp_q889hh5erl83A1-aEIeDwo3EGYDm4RWihmL1OX9z14m1Nk2Cwy7QseCTWAyFGXcozFczAw0s_kK4AjGRAJ0ktyBcPZo/s400/everything+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496273902664474658" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Sundays are best spent passing the time sweetly by in the presence of lovely people. I bid my darling Roxanne goodbye and met Robbie for coffee as we checked out some very strange stalls on display at the local market. This was followed by lovely italian woodfire pizza in the afternoon with the gorgeous Anna, who always manages to bring a smile to my face! We visited a chocolatier and discussed big dreams. It was so wonderful to recharge from the previous night. It's a shame it all went too quickly! The bus I caught was playing Michael Jackson hits - a bittersweet salute to the king of pop's one year passing.<br /><br /><br />Arriving home, I watched the marvelous <span style="font-weight: bold;">Pan's Labyrinth</span>. I am constantly astounded by the beauty and gothic feel to this film, with some of the characters looking like they belong in a Tool video clip.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Film Count: 89 out of 365</span><br /></div><br />April Skyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10920061009601227380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559457614962005350.post-76188563566411310912010-06-26T18:51:00.005+10:002010-07-21T18:22:44.638+10:00The Key to Happiness<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjquyTQaebTvbMKtF2uka61lRe6OXLzHyMagTtmK3v3IPbbj-Va-Ky5Os7t1vklgzScxUHEYUTb-rdE32cTuyg3iUim3NpGa5qCfsTwEc7tRvHZnsB8-VhRa8YG-CrfSs9M53JwcpoDOo/s1600/k1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjquyTQaebTvbMKtF2uka61lRe6OXLzHyMagTtmK3v3IPbbj-Va-Ky5Os7t1vklgzScxUHEYUTb-rdE32cTuyg3iUim3NpGa5qCfsTwEc7tRvHZnsB8-VhRa8YG-CrfSs9M53JwcpoDOo/s400/k1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495539147952085218" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCZaZqIgLYuW_53iObvsg9L1XeaM7AlJkvBRF97BQl9ZDTRbnXtLkG7n_fuPpNGGLNW5Mr__FlUr_1tePVV-JCh1hpLDaxG8lqTKPaxnVl4X-J8JKfA1zDsh9MJ33ZoCvFSFJP7HSajuo/s1600/k2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCZaZqIgLYuW_53iObvsg9L1XeaM7AlJkvBRF97BQl9ZDTRbnXtLkG7n_fuPpNGGLNW5Mr__FlUr_1tePVV-JCh1hpLDaxG8lqTKPaxnVl4X-J8JKfA1zDsh9MJ33ZoCvFSFJP7HSajuo/s400/k2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495539075190323058" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOjYku49MuUcSfsQKVOnJz9auRe4uFl4DpdQ_xYTbB2zVPL4skgG9aEpYT3IApWnuUZioTdt_7Mj4G_aCW6FSX9lb5CGBNrg8FcjSWqk6f4XRFahVHdYO0AGNeDQlu_88DguhvyzviQ9c/s1600/k3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOjYku49MuUcSfsQKVOnJz9auRe4uFl4DpdQ_xYTbB2zVPL4skgG9aEpYT3IApWnuUZioTdt_7Mj4G_aCW6FSX9lb5CGBNrg8FcjSWqk6f4XRFahVHdYO0AGNeDQlu_88DguhvyzviQ9c/s400/k3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495538979890494082" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixohEdFY0PgEVHKLWGrG8L4-LhIrpixl4LhW3hpyhL5ac09E-x1FX6K7svv3EGloE8kX8nfjUSD0MjMUFX6CebVJLCYuDfUqlyB3Ep-3nNXX2tTK6yW5PsS5sa3cDeI0LYYMaa4y1bXeM/s1600/k4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixohEdFY0PgEVHKLWGrG8L4-LhIrpixl4LhW3hpyhL5ac09E-x1FX6K7svv3EGloE8kX8nfjUSD0MjMUFX6CebVJLCYuDfUqlyB3Ep-3nNXX2tTK6yW5PsS5sa3cDeI0LYYMaa4y1bXeM/s400/k4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495538908383214466" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Inbetween packing my bags and getting ready for a big weekend, I watched <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Skeleton Key</span> which didn't sit very well with me. Interestingly, Kate Hudson had removed herself from the romcom stigma and experimented with a darker film exploring a mysterious family secret buried within an old mansion. Sounds a little old hat doesn't it? Well before you completely disregard this one, the story was actually quite unique, drawing on superstitions and voodoo magic. However, it's delivery was the downfall. Perhaps it was around the time that Caroline (Hudson) threw herself into a canoe that just so happened to be lying in the front yard and frantically paddled down a river to escape the gunshots of a senile old woman. That or the sprinkling of red dirt on doorways that actually prevented the bad guys from entering a room. I'll have to remember that next time I'm writing a script and can't figure out how to make it trumps for the good guy.<br /><br /><br />My weekend instantly picked up the moment I hit the road though! Some nights are just brilliant from start to finish, forging memories that will forever remain in your mind and instantly bring a smile to your face. We hit the city tonight to celebrate the birthday of gorgeous Kelly with cosmopolitans, sponge cake and a whole lot of laughter! Roxanne and I then joined the que at Britpop to indulge in beers and Oasis tunes all night before being snapped up by the photographers and conversing with a quirky bunch of boys from all corners of the globe.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Film Count: 88 out of 365<br /></div>April Skyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10920061009601227380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559457614962005350.post-44101740967493035822010-06-25T23:25:00.004+10:002010-07-21T18:22:24.192+10:00White Flag<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIWhiibCh_STiu2bb-yWcRWBs7Qx6GnukDRjuzHS8bQ2txFVNvX-nKWTsTWLc8x_ikHqBVT6DIa5w-skc4Kri2ucws3Vs7UIXqUyYEQj01dyCrOzaGmXxPz6AEYUoycijSgQSrpb5YUr8/s1600/dda.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIWhiibCh_STiu2bb-yWcRWBs7Qx6GnukDRjuzHS8bQ2txFVNvX-nKWTsTWLc8x_ikHqBVT6DIa5w-skc4Kri2ucws3Vs7UIXqUyYEQj01dyCrOzaGmXxPz6AEYUoycijSgQSrpb5YUr8/s400/dda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494123856474086626" border="0" /></a><br /><br />While on the topic of Al Pacino of late, I must mention the film I watched today, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Dog Day Afternoon</span>, which has instantly shot up as a favourite. I was blown away by the sheer magnitude and energy of the pint-sized hot headed Pacino as young Sonny who decides to rob a bank in Brooklyn one hot summer afternoon in 1972. Based on a true story, the movie won an Oscar for Best Screenplay (1975) which formed the springboard for Pacino to dive in amongst the confused, frustrated outsiders that reflected his society of the time.<br /><br /><br />Skipping a formal introduction, we find our hero at the Brooklyn Bank, only finding out small details of his past as the film progresses. A Vietnam vet trapped in his own mind of frustration and the feelings of being an outcast, Sonny directs his actions towards the minorities he connects with and against the authority he despises.<br /><br /><br />He's funny and outlandish, taking care of his hostages like family. Feeding them pizza, fixing the air conditioner and letting them watch television highlights his good intentions. He is awe of his sudden fame, showboating to the crowd of admirers as he deflects his inner problems crying "I'm dying. Everyday I'm dying."<br /><br /><br />Pacino is amazing.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Film Count: 87 out of 365</span><br /></div>April Skyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10920061009601227380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559457614962005350.post-55273103898563274532010-06-24T23:05:00.001+10:002010-07-21T18:22:08.176+10:00Seeing Red<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkcXyL6s_4JuaFu2-Ia_3gRWUXUbU-ALbaFN0h2MZFEwIxFw8Pn3SSg5WF3llb1RZS4CmiGF8QwU4P3RZEJMVD2X-ISPmsfZ6rXYCNHX3aJXv6Rk2Xt23nj0a_ATOo6_Mk8pMqbaqvlfs/s1600/devils.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkcXyL6s_4JuaFu2-Ia_3gRWUXUbU-ALbaFN0h2MZFEwIxFw8Pn3SSg5WF3llb1RZS4CmiGF8QwU4P3RZEJMVD2X-ISPmsfZ6rXYCNHX3aJXv6Rk2Xt23nj0a_ATOo6_Mk8pMqbaqvlfs/s400/devils.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494119866930275410" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Today Australia greeted their new Prime Minister Julia Gillard. In a striking entrance to power, she challenged the current leader Kevin Rudd who stepped aside in a matter of hours. She is the country's first female Prime Minister. I don't exactly want to discuss politics on my blog but lets just say she was met with very mixed receptions. It will be interesting to see what changes this shall bring about!<br /><br /><br />Power and vanity is no doubt an excellent motivator and when that dangerous combination titled <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Devil's Advocate</span> involves a splash of Al Pacino, it couldn't get anymore fine if you tried! This husky voiced star is magic onscreen and a dear favourite of mine. Though not my favourite Pacino movie (I found it much too drawn out and wishy washy in terms of flow), he is the flame of the film, despite Keanu Reeves persistently steely gazes.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Film Count: 86 out of 365</span><br /></div>April Skyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10920061009601227380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559457614962005350.post-17340932874745662732010-06-23T22:46:00.004+10:002010-07-21T18:21:53.752+10:00Baby, It's Cold Outside<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDliF7d6_2xP3cjL0mUeN-AChUvFQtEO9c2jr7NwR5gclVrTJuZKvmej646VIcD4yl6pGFij-PoRrqikNSq0Dd8RewD0vg8GXavkHUmct72RueTR03oF_kwcZWCGNOghBSr7OKiYa12ds/s1600/brothers.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDliF7d6_2xP3cjL0mUeN-AChUvFQtEO9c2jr7NwR5gclVrTJuZKvmej646VIcD4yl6pGFij-PoRrqikNSq0Dd8RewD0vg8GXavkHUmct72RueTR03oF_kwcZWCGNOghBSr7OKiYa12ds/s400/brothers.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494115806159663682" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I feel a little bad for interrupting my peaceful evening consisting of vanilla lattes and Cat Stevens songs by throwing on <span style="font-weight: bold;">Brothers</span>, a tragic tale of a young man returning from the war in Afghanistan and his younger brother returning to society after being released from jail.<br /><br /><br />But I was pleasantly surprised. Given the touchy nature of a subject matter that is no doubt still alive and burning within the hearts of thousands of soldiers and their loved ones, the film already bears the weight of representing the countless men and women and the losses they face in the way of war.<br /><br /><br />Brutal and gripping, the roles are formed by Jake Gyllenhall, Natalie Portman and Tobey Maguire as the tormented Sam Cahill, no doubt aiming to shake the shadows of Spiderman and release himself into the dark world of personal battles. Tobey is truly terrifying as the gun swindling Cahill who increasingly becomes more erratic as he struggles to reconnect with reality.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Film Count: 85 out of 365</span><br /></div>April Skyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10920061009601227380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559457614962005350.post-38058077101865640312010-06-22T22:37:00.002+10:002010-07-21T18:21:39.520+10:00Schwing!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCmC1xGzUHBOh_pqoK_uq1NCEuGkLZinC5lICRPbU3p0vOfHDJM-eFuah3FN3-Hlcn7shTTch0dcYhyphenhyphenin990wsHnnM1Drh9pHPA-95cuKI5LYhkbYEuaONt0p45F5sPlC6mXEx44Qra7o/s1600/waynesworld.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCmC1xGzUHBOh_pqoK_uq1NCEuGkLZinC5lICRPbU3p0vOfHDJM-eFuah3FN3-Hlcn7shTTch0dcYhyphenhyphenin990wsHnnM1Drh9pHPA-95cuKI5LYhkbYEuaONt0p45F5sPlC6mXEx44Qra7o/s400/waynesworld.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494111914868003746" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Above: A still capturing one of cinema's most memorable moments.<br /><br /><br />Ages ago, I bought one of those Saturday Night Live DVD's where they select an actor (in this case, Mike Myers) and show their best appearances. The hilarious <span style="font-weight: bold;">Wayne's World</span> segment proved so successful that it lead to it evolving into a full length feature that was actually a shitload better than the 2 minute skit. Normally a risky venture to cash in on what could have been a passing fad to a fickle audience. But the film was so jam packed with 90's grunge and pop culture goodness that it instantly became timeless. And ironic.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Film Count: 84 out of 365<br /></div>April Skyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10920061009601227380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559457614962005350.post-30530836485384143292010-06-21T22:05:00.003+10:002010-07-21T18:21:24.736+10:00Flying High<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeCboB-PXiK5qeIoI86hIL3_7sXYZ0mRAVfKB7x7uky3R67kvQ5SUYZQeuHqXWhzInN-eXqQrxI0_AJejUR05-AcpGz0h8gCKo-YbOeRgAuhKEKAsrw9QrK9RfI6sSCKO6-qrEySSCNgQ/s1600/moon.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeCboB-PXiK5qeIoI86hIL3_7sXYZ0mRAVfKB7x7uky3R67kvQ5SUYZQeuHqXWhzInN-eXqQrxI0_AJejUR05-AcpGz0h8gCKo-YbOeRgAuhKEKAsrw9QrK9RfI6sSCKO6-qrEySSCNgQ/s400/moon.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494110992838189362" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Today was fabulous for a number of reasons. But mainly, it was because I handed in my very last assignment for the semester. Hello, holidays!<br /><br /><br />Today's movie was escapism at it's best. I wanted nothing more than to set fire to my textbooks and throw the laptop out the window. Rioting or celebrating, you take your pick. But popping <span style="font-weight: bold;">Moon</span> instead seemed a lot less damaging and wouldn't exactly create a criminal record. Basically, it was win from the start.<br /><br /><br />Directed by Duncan Jones (that's David Bowie's son for all you non-hipsters) as his debut film, Moon charters the loneliness surrounding Sam Bell, a curious character played by Sam Rockwell, who is nearing the end of his 3 years of solitude in space, farming a precious resource used to sustain energy on Earth. His only company arrives in the form of satellite messages from his wife and daughter, and that of onboard computer GERTY, voiced by the legendary Kevin Spacey.<br /><br /><br />I don't want to expand on this anymore as I'd hate to spoil any of the magic that Jones has delivered. Rockwell is amazing, considering he is the life and soul of the entire film, able to carry and sustain our focus for the films duration. His character explores the depth of loneliness, paranoia or playful quirks such as miniature model making and tending to his plants. Though Sam quickly becomes to suspect GERTY and he learns more about his mission and himself than he ever thought possible.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Film Count: 83 out of 365</span><br /></div>April Skyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10920061009601227380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559457614962005350.post-32860469158338276142010-06-20T16:37:00.001+10:002010-07-21T18:21:06.918+10:00Royale With Cheese<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9LU3oNrz7AeD_vUuCQntYBh8b7ky0WUof4516MaFRJj9n2gfBZENS0Ev6cf9F9-VzF8U5s8W9EEQbAxS7eTFM9e2sNTga7eMWxkHRLj0ZlliYPMd5nq-41nh0zI62gXqeADCnW19KV_Y/s1600/milk.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9LU3oNrz7AeD_vUuCQntYBh8b7ky0WUof4516MaFRJj9n2gfBZENS0Ev6cf9F9-VzF8U5s8W9EEQbAxS7eTFM9e2sNTga7eMWxkHRLj0ZlliYPMd5nq-41nh0zI62gXqeADCnW19KV_Y/s400/milk.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492534056287020114" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It's a rare thing when the morning after closely competes with the previous night in terms of fun and endorphin releasing enjoyment with your buddies but today couldn't have gone any smoother if I tried. Which I couldn't possibly in that state. No way.<br /><br /><br />Train hopping further into the city for breakfast lead us to seek shelter from the blinding pavement and eat greasy things while we watched a bevvy of stunning supermodels showing off the latest sky-high heels and must-have bags. Being the tech obsessed trio we were, we seemed more interested in the equipment the camera crew were using and momentarily considered asking to stand alongside and watch and learn any advice they were willing to share.<br /><br /><br />I bid my friends farewell and boarded another train to meet with the lovely Effie where we indulged in shoe shopping (Why hello, Tony Bianco) and caramel milkshakes. Yes, yes, oh yay. Mine wasn't quite $5 but I couldn't resist throwing on <span style="font-weight: bold;">Pulp Fiction</span> for the 28th millionth time and doing a half-assed twist dance of my own.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Film Count: 82 out of 365</span><br /></div>April Skyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10920061009601227380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559457614962005350.post-85341327610095705022010-06-19T16:12:00.003+10:002010-07-21T18:20:49.341+10:00The Tequila Society<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyOGGOfAR6-7iHzj999MTRN8j9Feq6PU72rfNqymJpK_cDiCT6TJuDJgfrOZq4v4tT12VB7mRWSTamA50P3Pwmpr_H4WVwiwpmmkwRD-Cz41WEW3u6MMbJm8sPFYibiKGAZOG8vPwkSaY/s1600/n1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyOGGOfAR6-7iHzj999MTRN8j9Feq6PU72rfNqymJpK_cDiCT6TJuDJgfrOZq4v4tT12VB7mRWSTamA50P3Pwmpr_H4WVwiwpmmkwRD-Cz41WEW3u6MMbJm8sPFYibiKGAZOG8vPwkSaY/s400/n1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492530578375169346" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTEImw1WE9fgdb-x_GuhXYko_EVOPRHKA1kdf3-VwjxPAMGrCN72-p3v3bJUc58_qunPga8jpShP7eFeJIHQyhP09SiqnAX2I2ocjSov3OawqjLaXDmzgvwltyi-HkHCIMzwwaW54Rl7E/s1600/n4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTEImw1WE9fgdb-x_GuhXYko_EVOPRHKA1kdf3-VwjxPAMGrCN72-p3v3bJUc58_qunPga8jpShP7eFeJIHQyhP09SiqnAX2I2ocjSov3OawqjLaXDmzgvwltyi-HkHCIMzwwaW54Rl7E/s400/n4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492530311572510850" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxjxfBe5jADZJ2Vpn8K1lmuPSatoXg6b7fbvEOsNflh6GSmd8sRmGjtCBYZ1yGICCsVFlFXjdVl-nV6BxgE461WC4mZSdxisPd714iL1d0aKQyWKzy8OiOetIA9jLQoXLR3f661gHFaek/s1600/n2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxjxfBe5jADZJ2Vpn8K1lmuPSatoXg6b7fbvEOsNflh6GSmd8sRmGjtCBYZ1yGICCsVFlFXjdVl-nV6BxgE461WC4mZSdxisPd714iL1d0aKQyWKzy8OiOetIA9jLQoXLR3f661gHFaek/s400/n2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492530147392247250" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR8saufUMn37Q1lmjZZW2QkhrMe8Yk-P8S7q008X4U0MU1je7XAXZDzv2ls9eTeb1w6mP0I4oG29oR9o2hvOQLqA7pfNAIz3gKkIdq-TOOaprJM6rp4CjHyhyphenhyphenLUvCwT_qAitxAAYbRObQ/s1600/n3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR8saufUMn37Q1lmjZZW2QkhrMe8Yk-P8S7q008X4U0MU1je7XAXZDzv2ls9eTeb1w6mP0I4oG29oR9o2hvOQLqA7pfNAIz3gKkIdq-TOOaprJM6rp4CjHyhyphenhyphenLUvCwT_qAitxAAYbRObQ/s400/n3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492530072100965074" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Saturday night was spent in Sydney catching up with friends over a drink or fifty at Nicoles! So much fun involving pizza, strangers and dancing barefoot. Before heading out, I squeezed in a viewing of the highly quotable, socially dysfunctional 1980's classic <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Breakfast Club</span>. When I grow up, I want to be John Bender but for now, I may just have to settle for being The Kook.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Film Count: 81 out of 365</span><br /></div>April Skyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10920061009601227380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559457614962005350.post-74659766401212251122010-06-18T15:48:00.004+10:002010-07-21T18:19:39.237+10:00Stay, Lay or Pray<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3eNi9zyhztgUJO9R9DFKcWcPfa-5cAWGzmDOK6ozT6tS5lLlMqAf-k1P7bpjd9qgG1vazSKGOzmH0pi5_sZgz8huhZm_wYlFrKBypfEg5XVKfIcz9fObzYOPNFuXsnHdVWCZy-UQRFMA/s1600/f1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3eNi9zyhztgUJO9R9DFKcWcPfa-5cAWGzmDOK6ozT6tS5lLlMqAf-k1P7bpjd9qgG1vazSKGOzmH0pi5_sZgz8huhZm_wYlFrKBypfEg5XVKfIcz9fObzYOPNFuXsnHdVWCZy-UQRFMA/s400/f1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492524923820911394" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Keeping in tune with all things nostalgic, I couldn't pass up the viewing of <span style="font-weight: bold;">Fast Times at Ridgemont High</span>, a cult 80's film covering all things awkward and adolescent from first dates, shit jobs at fast food chains and scraping passing grades. Featuring the infamous slow motion sequence of a bikini clad Linda plus appearances by Forest Whitaker and the hilarious quintessential surfie stoner Spicoli played by Sean Penn, the movie is a funny, albeit somewhat touching portrayal of high school disarray.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Film Count: 80 out of 365</span><br /></div>April Skyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10920061009601227380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559457614962005350.post-50737210374690427772010-06-17T15:30:00.006+10:002010-07-21T18:19:23.688+10:00You're The Boss, Applesauce!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqAq1Gvdd7cBIX_IxRKS1eXm7xNlEeRkn6dORGHaOHHJ9LnyAL6pxed9pPQl9v74ZCCl8yvBxG4VQnB7qOxrCvLzjCkErvZTYTNBofUrgmsxBaU0rt38GYocAwOCpxGACh8XFPs0-9C70/s1600/e1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqAq1Gvdd7cBIX_IxRKS1eXm7xNlEeRkn6dORGHaOHHJ9LnyAL6pxed9pPQl9v74ZCCl8yvBxG4VQnB7qOxrCvLzjCkErvZTYTNBofUrgmsxBaU0rt38GYocAwOCpxGACh8XFPs0-9C70/s400/e1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492518719240072994" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIyXrlfFlBsRJxYjdldG61pMjyYBlIypk3Yj8bOPtB01U0uJzPIdfAqnO2DriA-gBv3T70IiWEiKEqtSipK8LUI9_x8nvi5fx6V-fpyCdH9yIuhb4Vmy6RZTnP-0ktri1cC3t8rggPQHA/s1600/ed2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIyXrlfFlBsRJxYjdldG61pMjyYBlIypk3Yj8bOPtB01U0uJzPIdfAqnO2DriA-gBv3T70IiWEiKEqtSipK8LUI9_x8nvi5fx6V-fpyCdH9yIuhb4Vmy6RZTnP-0ktri1cC3t8rggPQHA/s400/ed2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492518664251148258" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv_Hz5oldsvHodR75lQ2vQorbPsKwCzNObysLq2B4aKok8LN6FlMfOrfydj0pJk0dyhpRa4h08VCCnnAUgzZcZEwi3HVaUatrZG31hEWs-RnMmOyZUDZ47hFFnCvi587KCSHSVSCrRQfw/s1600/ed3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv_Hz5oldsvHodR75lQ2vQorbPsKwCzNObysLq2B4aKok8LN6FlMfOrfydj0pJk0dyhpRa4h08VCCnnAUgzZcZEwi3HVaUatrZG31hEWs-RnMmOyZUDZ47hFFnCvi587KCSHSVSCrRQfw/s400/ed3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492518606785457586" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I decided to include with this post a few shots from New Years Eve (2009/2010) where we dressed up as celebrities. This is me doing my best impersonation of 60's socialite and infamous Warhol muse, Edie Sedgwick. It took me alot of eyeliner and two sets of false eyelashes to perfect her iconic look so I hope you appreciate the effort!<br /><br /><br />Speaking of the free spirit Edie, I watched <span style="font-weight: bold;">Factory Girl</span> which is still as much a favourite to me as it was when I saw it for the first time 3 years ago. While it might not be totally correct in relation to events surrounding the elusive Bob Dylan, the whimsical world of pop culture redefines art, bouncing off the screen, seen through the eyes of the undeniably electric yet fragile Edie. The soundtrack alone is worth the visit, a favourite of mine being 'Shakin' All Over' by The Guess Who!<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Film Count: 79 out of 365</span><br /></div>April Skyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10920061009601227380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559457614962005350.post-22862450504453939842010-06-16T19:05:00.003+10:002010-07-21T18:19:05.529+10:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf3xX80thCtXSdbWHZ05nKAyigrR6JlYL1XjKYNR7zy8zcAU5e_oC_edYFTUlIzRbicVgzt71bFAJD52q_AMVCIpaZVYElRYS0Ltkit7XKPS7tKms9A7G8SC8sF99o2cM5vmVp9nO5EDs/s1600/terminator-3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf3xX80thCtXSdbWHZ05nKAyigrR6JlYL1XjKYNR7zy8zcAU5e_oC_edYFTUlIzRbicVgzt71bFAJD52q_AMVCIpaZVYElRYS0Ltkit7XKPS7tKms9A7G8SC8sF99o2cM5vmVp9nO5EDs/s400/terminator-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490346659032256802" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Ah, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Terminator 3</span>: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Rise of the Machines</span>, the least loved film of the series. Just viewing the poster is sure to make many grimace with a reluctant acceptance. Many a fan complained of several things about the movie, but the role of John Connor ranks the highest of grudges. Played poorly by Nick Stahl, I couldn't help but think to myself did Nick even bother to watch the previous flick? The original John Connor was fiesty, angst filled and rebellious. He wore leather and rode around on a motorbike blasting Guns n' Roses from his boombox. A total badass.<br /><br /><br />This new John Connor is nervous, clumsy, high strung and rejects his role as the leader of the human race, cowering from the steely glances of The Terminator. What's more is the enormous car chase scene that shamelessly competes with it's predecessor to the point where it's a blatantly ridiculous and obscene show of money.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Film Count: 78 out of 365<br /></div>April Skyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10920061009601227380noreply@blogger.com0