Posts by Muriel Lockheed
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oh well at least it was better (slightly) than the pompous twaddle that was Babel..........eek. Very mediocre films nominated for best picture this year methinks.
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I thought the Wellington game was great, then I thought Eden Park was fantastic........but tonight................holy cow!!!
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No wires crossed here, I just wrote my post badly (was still high after the cricket!!) but I was referring to Pan's Labyrinth. And yes, Peter see it, have I mentioned I think it is great!
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Labyrinth was horrible. It had Muppets in FFS.
You are joking? Del Toro's Labyrinth is a masterpiece. A wonderfully dark adult fairytale, that is layered in metaphor and message. It is such an intelligent piece of cinema beautifully directed. Incredibly imaginative, bleak and brutal but ultimately filled with warmth and deeply moving.
I like Children of Men, but IMHO Babel is pompous twaddle. Three movies set in the past, present and future directed by Mexican colleagues and friends. Cool idea. -
I can barely wait!
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A love song to Mavis.
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Hank leaned back and felt the sun warming him. His mind drifted, meandering through a lifetime of memories to the day that he had met Mavis. He was 23, she 22. He remembered it clearly, vividly; it was on the Edinburgh to London train. They had sat opposite each other. Hank and Mavis had started a conversation and by the time they had arrived in London, their life stories had been shared. They had discovered each others favourite book, hers being Pride and Prejudice, his Catcher in the Rye. She loved the Beatles, he Buddy Holly. She voted left, he right. Both rated Gone with the Wind their all-time favourite movie. On their arrival in London they decided to attend Gone with the Wind. After the movie they sat in a diner and talked the rest of the night. At dawn they reluctantly parted.B.
A week later this short and intense friendship was over, his girlfriend Cindy couldn’t understand why he was spending time with Mavis and issued the demand that he stop. Hank reluctantly agreed, but he regretted it almost immediately, he missed her, her sweet laugh, her gentleness, the conversations, the words unsaid, feelings unexpressed.C.
Two years later Hank was sitting in a café - Cindy with her petty jealousies and sudden rages now a distant memory - drinking coffee. Mavis walked by. He raced after her. They talked long into the night, went to the late showing of Gone with the Wind. Six weeks later they were married and heading home to New Zealand. Hank took over the family business and they settled into life in Wellington. They raised two children, Scarlet and James. Scarlet was a tempetuous, driven and very successful career woman. Hank found her not a little intimidating. Their son was a restaurateur. James didn’t share his love of sport or the business, he and Hank had little in common. Sometimes Hank felt his offspring were strangers, alien beings, that he barely knew how to relate to. Mavis was the glue that kept the family together, she smoothed the waters. Eventually he sold the business, the children weren’t interested in it, that hurt, but Mavis made him realise he couldn’t change that. He retired, decided to travel.D.
Mavis was a gentle, pragmatic, intelligent mother and wife. Hank loved her, always had, even though he wasn't a demonstrative man and found it difficult to express this to her. He knew too that sometimes he had been a shit, what with the booze, the infidelities and working long hours. But despite this she had been his rock, his centre; he had always come home to Mavis.E.
He offered Mavis a piece of fruit. “Shall we rent Gone with the Wind tonight?” he asked. Mavis understood. This was the shorthand of their marriage. She turned and smiled her sweet smile, and nodded her acceptance and thanks. He looked into her still beautiful, soft brown eyes and he could see the girl who had made his stomach flutter and his heart race 44 years before. Mavis. -
Love that track by the L.e.d.s. Now at the risk of exposing myself as an ignoramous how do you say that name is it Leds or L e d s or in the age of the web L dot e dot d dot s dot? I ask because......
Years ago I worked in Melbourne for a milk company. We were running a competition on the side of the milk cartons to go in draw to win tickets to attend the concert of well known Aussie band. I attended a meeting with all the big-wigs in our company and had to report how many entries had been received etc. When asked I said the promotion was going well and entries were high, then (foolishly) added that as a kiwi I had never actually heard of the "inks". There was a audible gasp and then utter silence, deafening silence and then a couple of twitters. Slowly the lights began going on in my head, flamed faced, sweaty palmed, heart pounding, rushing sound in my head, I came to the realisation that the band was infact INXS. And, of course I had heard of them, I mean who hadn't, I had just never seen it written anywhere before.
If you think sheep shagging jokes get old, you want to try working with a bunch of Aussies for a year being ribbed mercilessly and unendingly about INXS and that other great band the Inks...........
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Having lived in Australian for six years I heard my share of sheep shagging jokes, sure they got tedious, but I am sure I was tedious when for example the ABs won. If you can't laugh at yourself..........
I am sure that by and large Australians are not more racist than us, but they seem more vocal in voicing their bigotry and opinions IMHO
The thing that I don't get and have never got with any nationality is flag waving, I have never ever felt the need to grab the NZ flag and take it to an event or to fly it from a flag pole from my front garden. Flags waving in front of you at a concert or sport event are boring and distracting. I just don't get what that is about.
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What a great memory and tribute Russell.
Thanks for the sharing.
Merry Xmas to all
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Brash said he now believed he was being followed throughout the election campaign. "I'm not given to paranoia, but you are left with the uncomfortable feeling that there is some kind of hanky panky going on.
I think the "hanky panky" as Dr Brash so endearingly puts it was between him and the "other" woman.
Today I watched Ricky Gervais - Animals on DVD, for some reason at the beginning when the lions were mating and he was doing his French voice over I got an image of Don and Di in my head that I found impossible to shift. I still feel very, very disturbed.
I am going for a lie down.