Showing posts with label Keira Knightly. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Keira Knightly. Show all posts

Thursday, 26 March 2026

Nik Nak’s Daily Teaser — 26th March 2026.

26th March, 2026.


Right: I’ve managed to get up, early, today.

I have a phone appointment with my Job Centre case worker, at 9·40, today.

I could sit here, in my dressing gown, talking to someone who can’t see me.

Or, I can at least get dressed.

If nothing else, I’d be looking decent: even if I’m the only one who knows it.

~≈👕≈~

Hmmm … 

I’ve recently started watching the first series of Starfleet Academy, the latest entry in the franchise.

I grant I’m not reviewing it: but am enjoying it.

Even if I’m not telling you that, on an episode by episode basis.

Sadly?

Yesterday saw the news break, that Paramount have cancelled the show: despite filming being completed on a second series.

That’s sad to hear: I was enjoying that.

~≈🖖≈~

I had a strange call, on Friday, just gone.

I’d made a welfare check call on a neighbour, a while back: as they’d been behaving in a way that caused me some concern.

To the police, in case you were wondering.

Let’s call the neighbour Kylie.

I was concerned Kylie was being cuckooed.

It was only last Friday, that I had a separate call about about Kylie: from someone phoning on a Brentwood landline — 01277 381687 — claiming to be called ‘Richard’, and claiming to be from a small, hush-hush, police team, that specialised in ‘collecting information from knowledgable people’: wanting to know if I could tell them more about Kylie.

Which I couldn’t.

They also told me I should put in another welfare check about this person, and another — let’s call them Fiona — who was a shared contact.

Very specifically on 101, the police non-emergency line.

Which I tried.

101 told me to phone 111: the NHS non-emergency line.

Who were happy to take Fiona’s details: even though they later told me they couldn’t do anything to help.

At any rate, I tried phoning the Brentwood number, the 01277 381687 number, again, to let them know what I’d been told.

Only to get a ‘Number Not Recognised’ message.

Fair enough: they didn’t want me speaking to them.

But … ?

Getting a ‘Number Not Recognised’ message, about a number that had been working a few hours before, seemed very strange.

But also means I should be careful around Kylie.

There’s obviously a lot more going on than I know about.

~≈☎️≈~

Thursday, 12 March 2015

The Imitation Game: Is A Great Film!

11th March, 2015.

It has to be said, I was going to open this post with the line, “I’m a sucker for a good film.”

Which — in a sense — is true.

I like watching good films.

But it struck me that opening with that line?

Was that opening with “I’m a sucker for a good film” would possibly be just a bit too glib.

Too superficial … shallow … 

Too … 

Yeah … I think you get my point.

That opener was way to shallow an opening.   Too shallow … 

Given the fact I wanted to tell you about a serious movie: one I know I’ve just been wanting to catch, ever since I heard of its making.

And release, last year.

The 2014, WW2 era drama, Morten Tyldum directed, The Imitation Game.

And wow … 

I think it’s been worth the wait.

~≈†≈~

Sunday, 29 July 2012

Never Let Me Go: Love, Death … And Clones …

You know, I have to be honest, it’s not THAT often I watch a chick flick, I really don’t.

No, seriously, I don’t.

But I had the night to myself, last night.

And had a copy of Never Let Me Go going spare: arguably something of a chick flick.

But arguably, quite good: whatever gender it’s aimed at.

☱☲☴☲☱

Set in an alternative Earth, Never Let Me Go is narrated by Carey Mulligan as Kathy H: a carer reliving memories of her childhood at a very unusual private school, in Hailsham, Surrey.

One that — as a teacher tells Kathy and her classmates, Tommy and Ruth — is in existence to bring up clones as organ donors, doomed to die — or complete — at a young age, after roughly three to four organ donations.

The film follows Kathy growing up: as her, Tommy (Andrew Garfield) and Ruth (Keira Knightley) move from the school, and move to cottages maintained by their creators.

Growing up … 

Growing up, and forming relationships that come, eventually, to tragic ends … 

☴☲☱☲☴

Now, I called this a chick flick, didn’t I … ?

That’s possibly doing Never Let Me Go a disservice, given the term can be a touch derogatory.

However, Never Let Me Go is definitely told from a very different angle from most science fiction films, dealing with the character’s emotions rather than hard-core problem-solving and alien-zapping.

And it’s all the better — chick flick or otherwise —for that …
Never Let Me Go
★★☆☆