Hey All
Yesterday afternoon I wandered over to Wanstead Flats to take a look at the Fair that was set up there.
And it was... a fair. With rides stinking of diesel and pumping RnB and ghost-trains with airbrushed fronts.
Strange how these things always look the same, no matter where you go in the world or no matter how often they come to you.
It was interesting taking a look at Wanstead Flats, though, since the last time I was there was a couple weeks back when we had that snow day, and the big lump of Green Space was transformed into a sea of white.
Came home, cooked some Spag Bol (carbolicious!) and hunkered down to watch Prison Break. Predicted the twist (which wasn't hard... the promotion clips had pretty much telegraphed the punch and the clues had been set down earlier in the season).
I was going to turn in early, but I stumbled on BBC showing Ginger Snaps Unleashed, the sequel to Ginger Snaps, the Canadian teen were-wolf movie. I liked it. It was dark, it was gritty and the characters somehow seemed better fleshed out than the first one (which I still loved, even if it was like Degrassi with Werewolves).
And interestingly it seemed to mix up traditional low-budget gothic-horror with body-horror and elements of the psychological thriller. All this without being at all self-conscious or a pastiche of earlier work (yes, I'm looking at you Wes Craven).
More evidence of Post Genre cinema, I guess.
Tonight I am being sent to cover Portugese Goth Metal band, which should be fun.
I guess it means I'll have to get the DVD of Life on Mars, Season 2, since the finale/denouement is on tonight.
Over and Out,
-J
And it was... a fair. With rides stinking of diesel and pumping RnB and ghost-trains with airbrushed fronts.
Strange how these things always look the same, no matter where you go in the world or no matter how often they come to you.
It was interesting taking a look at Wanstead Flats, though, since the last time I was there was a couple weeks back when we had that snow day, and the big lump of Green Space was transformed into a sea of white.
Came home, cooked some Spag Bol (carbolicious!) and hunkered down to watch Prison Break. Predicted the twist (which wasn't hard... the promotion clips had pretty much telegraphed the punch and the clues had been set down earlier in the season).
I was going to turn in early, but I stumbled on BBC showing Ginger Snaps Unleashed, the sequel to Ginger Snaps, the Canadian teen were-wolf movie. I liked it. It was dark, it was gritty and the characters somehow seemed better fleshed out than the first one (which I still loved, even if it was like Degrassi with Werewolves).
And interestingly it seemed to mix up traditional low-budget gothic-horror with body-horror and elements of the psychological thriller. All this without being at all self-conscious or a pastiche of earlier work (yes, I'm looking at you Wes Craven).
More evidence of Post Genre cinema, I guess.
Tonight I am being sent to cover Portugese Goth Metal band, which should be fun.
I guess it means I'll have to get the DVD of Life on Mars, Season 2, since the finale/denouement is on tonight.
Over and Out,
-J
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