A common theme for me, so I thought a very useful way to spend my time would be to update my blog – as I haven’t done for a little while. Bad Glacier.
Reason for the picture – watched this film at the weekend, but we’ll get back to that.
Well, in terms of activity this weekend – there wasn’t really a hell of a lot, and that’s just the way I like it. I am reet partial to a quiet weekend, particularly after the past few weeks. Doing an MA and working at the same time was one of the stupidest decisions bar none I have ever made. It’s impossible to balance work, socialising, MA work, and not be either knackered or just simply not paying one of those enough attention. Roll on 30th September (this is when I give the old Major Project in).
Anyhoo. Term has ended, the students have gone home (thank.fuck) and I have no imminent essays due in – so a restful, relaxed, casual weekend was just what the Doctor ordered. A little shopping here, some film watching there, a little sleep here, some good food there. Excellent.
Now, myself and Mr Glacier/Engineer settle down to watch Memoirs of a Geisha last night. This was an impulse purchase from quite a long time ago now, not long after I read the book actually. Anyway, never got round to watching it at the cinema, so buying it on DVD was the next best option. It’s not a bad film, not by any stretch of the imagination. Some really stunning cinematography, and I have a bit of a fascination with Geisha and their appearance, I find it mesmerising.
However, the film got me thinking about books I’ve read which are then made into a lufferly feature film. Some have made my blood boil – The Chronicles of Narnia, Matilda (makes me scream with rage even now) and some I quite like – most recently, Memoirs. Sometimes, the filmmaker can bring the pages of the book you loved so much to life, and it adds to the whole experience to know the book, and so, the story, so well. Sometimes, it all goes tits up and you’re left with a steaming pile of dung in place of a good film.
I just find it bizarre at times – you have a book, it’s all laid out before you – what needs to happen, when, characters, motivation. And yet somehow it can all go so very wrong. One of life’s little mysteries.
I am now going to go and ponder this a little more while getting myself a drink – hopefully this will take me to hometime, I can but hope.
