This week's Capital Times film review, illustrated and uncut: The Wind That Shakes the Barley (Ken Loach); Fast Food Nation (Richard Linklater); Friends With Money (Nicole Holofcener); The Grudge 2…
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This week's Capital Times cinema review: The Devil Wears Prada (Directed by Dravid Frankel); The Guardian (directed by Andrew Davis); Gridiron Gang (directed by Phil Joanou); Renaissance (directed by Christian…
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A bad weekend for all the teams I follow. The horror, the horror.
The Hammers have now lost seven on the spin, haven’t won in eight and haven’t scored in 10 and a half hours 11 hours (a club record); The Lions became the second Wellington team this year to lose a major rugby final; The Knights have also lost seven in a row but at least scored a couple of times in Adelaide; The Black Caps rolled over and had their tummy’s scratched by Sri Lanka in that unwatchable tournament in India and my Dad’s team (Torquay United) have also lost six in a row so there’s no respite at home.
Common sense says, like the crap weather, this has to change but I struggle to see when. West Ham could easily get turned over by Colchester in the Carling Cup on Thursday morning the way we are playing; the rugby season is over; the Black Caps have to beat Pakistan to progress in India and we never beat them when we have to; I can’t see the Knights winning again this decade and the future isn’t promising for The Gulls (sorry, Dad).
Oh, and Newtown Athletic had the weekend off (or a ‘bye’ if you prefer) due to the long weekend. At least that isn’t a defeat…
This week's Capital Times cinema review (published 18 October), featuring Out of the Blue (Robert Sarkies); Little Miss Sunshine (Jonathan Dayton and Valerie Faris) and Junebug (Phil Morrison). Updated.
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This week’s Capital Times cinema review (as-yet un-annotated): Brick, directed by Rian Johnson, World Trade Center, directed by Oliver Stone, Garfield : A Tale of Two Kitties, directed by Tim…
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This Capital Times gig is proving more fun than a barrel of monkeys. I’m falling in love with cinema all over again. What I’m not falling in love with are cinemas themselves – or should that be some cinemas. Or, more specifically, some people in some cinemas.
Tonight at World Trade Centre in Readings 3 I had the misfortune to sit next to three people who simply would not shut up. Supposedly witty comments sprinkled liberally throughout the film meant I would happily have slapped them upside the head with my notebook. However, they paid for their ticket and I didn’t so …
And as for Brick in Cinema 7 later tonight: what is it with people texting during a film? Little blue lights everywhere, like little glow-worms in a cave. One young woman left to answer her phone but actually answered it before she got out of the cinema!
It will be a while before I brave Readings again on a Friday night. I’m planning a trip out to the new cinemas that have opened in the last 12 months (Village Queensgate and Lighthouse Pautahanui) so I can see whether standards are any different out of town.