Showing posts with label Stephen McHattie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stephen McHattie. Show all posts

Monday, 21 September 2015

Hellmouth: Oh, Dear … !

21st September, 2015.

You know, there’s times when a film seems like a good idea.

No, really.

I’ve had a day off, today.   I’ve done some minimal shopping, put in a little work into a #Teaser slideshow — tomorrow’s, at least — and done some cleaning up around the flat.

Oh … and ripped a couple of DVDs.

Which regular readers will guess I’d’ve been doing!

They would ALSO have guessed — possibly — that I’ve had a free evening, tonight.

A free evening, and iTunes credit.

And NOTHING on TV … 

Well … 

Bar the potted history of archaeology that’s showing at the moment … 

At ANY rate … ?   I was in the mood for a short movie: something to occupy my mind, hopefully good and entertaining, and — on top of that — visually appealing.

That’s what I wanted.

What I rented … ?   Was the 2014 film, Hellmouth.

‘Oh dear’ is the right choice of words, I think.

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Monday, 26 March 2012

Pontypool: Now, that’s what I CALL a movie … !


*Spoilers*

(Before you go on to the main part of this post — at the end, I give away the film’s central plot device — let me point out I’ve given Pontypool ★★★★, the most I tend to hand out. I’m a touch less conservative about these things than fellow Movie maven, Kevin D, but still STILL believe Pontypool is worth my highest rating, despite wanting to initially give it ★★★½☆. Either way, I wrote this little intro to tell you what I thought, just in case you DIDN’T want to spoil things for yourself.)
You know, I’m thinking, right now, that my day had something of an awkward start to it, it really did.

After all, it’s not THAT often that your bed collapses on you.

Or, at least, collapses with you on it, I should say.

Which is what happen to me, this morning.

Hopefully, if all goes well, I’ll be able to find a replacement, somewhere, though.

I’ll let you know.

Suffice to say that, for the moment … ? I’ve had to dismantle the old one: as a couple of metal crossbars that held it together had well and truly bent.

And aren’t going to be repaired with the help of a blacksmith: not easy to find, even with the big wide Essex countryside being only a few steps away.

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