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Feb. 7th, 2007 02:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolArgh. I should probably go mad and actually write a coherant post, but I feel all fuzzy and can't really make words work.
So instead, I will talk about Pan's Labryinth. If you have to sell your grandmother to see this film, do so. I mean that. St Andrews has a very tiny cinema with one big screen and two rooms with big white walls that they project smaller films on to, but Pan's Labryinth is on the big screen, and it's absolutely breath-takingingly wonderfully amazing. Films don't stay on for long, and this film is quietly making it's way around the country very slowly, so go. Go now. I went with Sasha, who had already seen it but wanted to see it again.
What's it about? Well, it's about the fall-out from the Spanish Civil War; it's about family ties; it's about fairies; it's about a magical underground world. It won't have anyone you've heard of in it, but it's directed by Guillermo Del Toro, who has done everything from Hellboy to an also very amazing Spanish film called The Devil's Backbone, which is a bit the same. It might not sound good, but it's amazing. It terrified the living daylights out of me at one point, and was a bit gory, but was WONDERFUL. GO AND SEE IT, YO. I can't afford to go again this week, but if it's still on next week then I'm off to see it again.
Uni is... going. I have a tutorial on Friday which promises to be tricky, as the reading wis in the office, but I'm not going into town again until 8pm this evening. I have two hours free tomorrow morning, so I'll pick it up and do it then.
Today I am in my pajamas. I am a big girly wuss, but my cough is getting horrendous, and I haven't been sleeping properly, so I crawled back into bed after work and I stayed there. I have to sort out preperation for my wee tutee, though, so I should probably get on with trying to work out what the hell I'm going to teach the girl. I think I'm going to have to sort out getting the script of Macbeth to make this easier. Because I can't be arsed marking on top of everything else I have to sort out this week, I'm giving her a copy of the Shakespeare Retold thing of Macbeth as homework. It has Richard Armitage in it. This is not an immoral way to sneakily watch it myself, you understand.
Seriously, though, I'm just going to go through it with her scene by scene, make her watch this and a general drift of what's going on (I remember the Midsummer Night's Dream and Taming of the Shrew being very good) and then start blasting the poor girl on individual scenes. What's the point of giving her the entire play? She won't read it. I've certainly never read the whole thing. If she can analyse the story and hopefully get a bit of an appreciation for it, that's all I want.
And grammar. I am big on the Learning Of Grammar stuff.
Ho hum. Off I go.
So instead, I will talk about Pan's Labryinth. If you have to sell your grandmother to see this film, do so. I mean that. St Andrews has a very tiny cinema with one big screen and two rooms with big white walls that they project smaller films on to, but Pan's Labryinth is on the big screen, and it's absolutely breath-takingingly wonderfully amazing. Films don't stay on for long, and this film is quietly making it's way around the country very slowly, so go. Go now. I went with Sasha, who had already seen it but wanted to see it again.
What's it about? Well, it's about the fall-out from the Spanish Civil War; it's about family ties; it's about fairies; it's about a magical underground world. It won't have anyone you've heard of in it, but it's directed by Guillermo Del Toro, who has done everything from Hellboy to an also very amazing Spanish film called The Devil's Backbone, which is a bit the same. It might not sound good, but it's amazing. It terrified the living daylights out of me at one point, and was a bit gory, but was WONDERFUL. GO AND SEE IT, YO. I can't afford to go again this week, but if it's still on next week then I'm off to see it again.
Uni is... going. I have a tutorial on Friday which promises to be tricky, as the reading wis in the office, but I'm not going into town again until 8pm this evening. I have two hours free tomorrow morning, so I'll pick it up and do it then.
Today I am in my pajamas. I am a big girly wuss, but my cough is getting horrendous, and I haven't been sleeping properly, so I crawled back into bed after work and I stayed there. I have to sort out preperation for my wee tutee, though, so I should probably get on with trying to work out what the hell I'm going to teach the girl. I think I'm going to have to sort out getting the script of Macbeth to make this easier. Because I can't be arsed marking on top of everything else I have to sort out this week, I'm giving her a copy of the Shakespeare Retold thing of Macbeth as homework. It has Richard Armitage in it. This is not an immoral way to sneakily watch it myself, you understand.
Seriously, though, I'm just going to go through it with her scene by scene, make her watch this and a general drift of what's going on (I remember the Midsummer Night's Dream and Taming of the Shrew being very good) and then start blasting the poor girl on individual scenes. What's the point of giving her the entire play? She won't read it. I've certainly never read the whole thing. If she can analyse the story and hopefully get a bit of an appreciation for it, that's all I want.
And grammar. I am big on the Learning Of Grammar stuff.
Ho hum. Off I go.
