Inception: I've not much to say about it. The acting is decent, the plot is stirring and overal certainly deserves the praise it's getting. People seem to be dealing with the whole thing on a very philosophical level which baffles me to be honest. The ending is annoying and the film would've done much better had it been about half an hour shorter. The lack of urgency of characters grinds my gears in the dying moments of the film. Without giving anything away, the characters have a deadline and seemingly have time for long winded conversations about nothing remotely important to the task at hand. Inception? More like interruption. Get to the point. That is all.
Been playing some pitch and putt lately with my Grandfather which has been nice. Considering the man plays golf at least once a week it's nice that he finds time to bring my brother and I out for 12 holes in the local course. However I have noticed one thing which although it seems painfully obvious was not something I had entirely anticpated. When did I become too young to swing a club around? Seriously I don't think I could see the flag or even the green among the masses of chinos, cotton vests and polo shirts. Stepping on to the course I feel like Marty McFly looking at his future self, minus the double tie and without the fun of stealing hoverboards of kids. Not that I mind of course. I'm well aware that golf is connected to business men, middle-aged folks and people who've got a bit more money than the rest of us. So why do they have to use our PUBLIC course? Seeing as I pride myself on dressing well, it's rather annoying to be shown up by people that, one they step off the course, have next to no fashion sense whatsoever. I am the scumbag of my local pitch and putt course. Didn't see that coming.
Mercury Prize nominees are out. Have I listened? But of course. Do I have the winner picked out? Not yet, let me get back to you on that one. I'd like to see The Villagers take it but danger is that it'll go to that dreadful album The xx. It seems if you can play an instrument in some sort of conherent manner, and throw in a few pretentious lyrics you can make it no problem. It's sickening that talentless halfwits end up taking these prizes leaving the rest in utter confusion.
Been playing some pitch and putt lately with my Grandfather which has been nice. Considering the man plays golf at least once a week it's nice that he finds time to bring my brother and I out for 12 holes in the local course. However I have noticed one thing which although it seems painfully obvious was not something I had entirely anticpated. When did I become too young to swing a club around? Seriously I don't think I could see the flag or even the green among the masses of chinos, cotton vests and polo shirts. Stepping on to the course I feel like Marty McFly looking at his future self, minus the double tie and without the fun of stealing hoverboards of kids. Not that I mind of course. I'm well aware that golf is connected to business men, middle-aged folks and people who've got a bit more money than the rest of us. So why do they have to use our PUBLIC course? Seeing as I pride myself on dressing well, it's rather annoying to be shown up by people that, one they step off the course, have next to no fashion sense whatsoever. I am the scumbag of my local pitch and putt course. Didn't see that coming.
Mercury Prize nominees are out. Have I listened? But of course. Do I have the winner picked out? Not yet, let me get back to you on that one. I'd like to see The Villagers take it but danger is that it'll go to that dreadful album The xx. It seems if you can play an instrument in some sort of conherent manner, and throw in a few pretentious lyrics you can make it no problem. It's sickening that talentless halfwits end up taking these prizes leaving the rest in utter confusion.
i like the xx....
ReplyDeleteStupid spinning top in Inception. Bet you it will win "Best Supporting Inanimate object":P