Hateful Eight, Tarantino

Great few film weeks over the past fortnight. 

We saw Hateful Eight at Gold Class, which did two things. Validated our hate for the commercial cinemas. The food was subpar and when it’s served in the dark they reckon you don’t know what’s what. Well, guess what. Food is tasted, with or without light. And the drinks, come on. I’ll just stick to movies at home thanks. Netflix. Presto. Google movies or whatever.

But now for the movie. Absolutely brilliant Tarantino classic. Reminiscing of Resevoir Dogs, but with the new Django overlay. Loved the characters and loved Ennio Morricone’s soundtrack. I would love to see a live orchestra performance of this soundtrack. 

Also went back and watched Django which I had started and not finished a number of times. A feel good story, at the end of the day. With a few Aussies thrown in at the end for good measure.

I don’t know why I didn’t finish it last few times, as I almost got to the end (like why I first attempted the 1000 steps). Back a few years I started watching Dusk Till Dawn and falling asleep. I did this a handful of times. And only after then did I get to the vampire part to the tale. Never had a clue. Never knew it was a vampire story!! Brilliance.


Noel Fielding x Wuthering Heights


Saw a clip of Noel Fielding performing Kate Bush’s Wuthering Heights. Absolutely brilliant. I’ve always wanted to recreate this clip. It looks like a whole heap of fun. Love you, Noel. Always have. Ever since that short (Sweet by Angry Donkey) where you and Julian Barratt fall out over an invisible girlfriend, Poppy.

Films: Everest + 100 yr old man who climbed out of the window AND disappeared

Great film week last week. Watched the Swedish film The 100-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out the Window and Disappearedwhich the Sydney Morning Herald absolutely detested… Jake Wilson, a “film critic”gave it 1 star. Clearly Wilson is far more used to Hollywood comedies than to venture out into non Western eccentricities. I loved it and it reminded me to watch more foreign films.

I thought it was sweet and funny and real. No grittiness to the police. No hysterical laughing caused by any of the humour either. It was just real, everyday fun. The type of moments you imagine your grandfather in, while a young man, and also growing into unwilling retirement. It was fun and it didn’t feel manufactured like into the US cookie cutters most movies do… Quirky and beautifully shot.

Did I mention I loved it?


The other awesome film of the week was Everest. Given I have just signed up to a trek and also a triathlon—two things I’ve never done before—watching this film was inspiring and daunting.

I know I will have difficulty with the stamina and the fitness and the general ability to swim, run and ride a bike… But to battle the elements in the face of death is yet another thing.

The way I see it, I’ve already competed with society. I compete with the obstacles society places in front of me everyday. I’ve find a life partner (regardless of whether I stay with that partner or not) and I have a job and I am paid, so the status anxiety of everything society expects of me is somewhat addressed. For instance, if someone asked me the question of all (judgy) questions “what do you do” at a party, I would be fine with it. It wouldn’t bother me. Yes, I know, I’m very lucky. I’m one of the luckiest people I know.

Now, my goal is to be able to compete with nature. “Compete” is a so-to-speak. It’s not real competition. It’s more a challenge to see if I can do things where I feel in awe of the size and power nature silently holds. I fear nature. And most of all I fear the ocean. Large pools of water. Even getting my head completely submerged in the swimming pool in our apartment. Absolutely kills me.

So, even though I’m doing a trek and a triathlon this year, my ultimate goal in two years is to do the Silfra Fissure Dive in Iceland. What’s more awe inspiring than swimming between two tectonic plates? Between two continents??

I can’t wait to do this, and might even get an earlier dive practice in Madeira this year. Who knows.

The movie Everest, coupled with my new favourite TV show, Special Forces: Ultimate Hell Week, has really showed me I can harden up and take my latent ability a little more seriously. Every time I head to bootcamp over the next two months, when I feel like giving up, I will think of the men and women who’ve done greater, harder things with their lives. Every time I think about sleeping in and avoiding a morning session, I will remind myself that its nowhere near as difficult as climbing Everest or completing Ultimate Hell Week. Well, I’ll try. Time to turn this life around.


Slow film week…

It’s been a slow week for film… Apart from bits of this and that we watched two very different films this week.

Kings of Badassdom (everyone looks so young!) with their “LARPing” and the lovely Peter Dinklage pre-GoT. And Going Clear where L Ron’s second (?) wife tells us he once proposed religion as the best way to make money… Hmm. Hashtag Scientology, dear friends.

I do recommend watching Going Clear. It confirms our fear of cults and their control over people like poor Travolta and his friend Sylvia “Spanky” Taylor… Spanky had to break out of Scientology, escaping by lying about her daughter being unwell and fleeing dramatically in a friend’s car. I say “poor” Travolta as I suspect (and the film suggests) that he is caught up with all the thetans and the auditing files they probably have on him. He can’t escape. He can’t escape unless he can face any damaging information they may possibly threaten him with.

We’re also up to episode 4 of Making A Murderer. My gut feeling is that Steven Avery is innocent. But wha t I know is that the police coerced confessions and they played some role in the evidence planting as they lied about which county sheriffs were involved in the investigation. Can’t wait to finish the series! But I know I’ll be disappointed with the absence of resolution. I just want to know what really happened. I want answers.

In other news, today I learnt what “Netflix and chill” means. I thought it was just plain old chilling… Apparently it’s a little more complicated than that.

I also found out that This Is Spinal Tap is the only movie on IMDb to be ranked out of 11 instead of 10… So 8 out of 11 stars. Not sure what that’s about because the max score it can achieve is 10!

Wild Combination: A Portrait of Arthur Russell


I have been listening to a recording of “This Is How We Walk on the Moon” from Arthur Russell’s posthumous 1994 album. It loops over and over again, both in the actual track as well as for the repeat plays I allow it.

Last night I watched a documentary on Arthur Russell at Melbourne’s Rooftop Cinema on Swanston St. An American cellist, composer, singer, and known for his influential disco tracks, Russell was in the Beat Generation’s Allen Ginsberg and collaborated with minimalist Philip Glass.

Dying of AIDS in 1992, his music only now finds wider success outside the small circles which he had made a mark on during his life. It is a sweet and twisted mockery of existence when your work finds an audience after you have passed away.

Featuring interviews and rare footage, this film is tribute to an overlooked brilliance.

www.arthurrussellmovie.com /// www.rooftopcinema.com.au