“Hold off, Loki!” boomed Odin, and through misting eyes Embla saw him rocking with laughter again. Panic overcame her as her life began to dwindle − so soon after it had arrived. She cursed her defiance, and yet revelled in the fact that she’d angered Loki. “It would be a shame to crush such a precious thing, would it not, so soon after making it? And besides, we need both man and woman if we are to build humanity…and realise Midgard.”
I have just come back from a weekend away on the south coast. I don’t get to go away often, so when I do I am determined to enjoy, and enjoy I did!
The new trailer for the next Studio Ghibli venture:
Just the music makes me smile in anticipation…looks like a cross between Grave of the Fireflies and Whisper of the Heart.
Part of me hates my father for introducing me to Monsieur Blackwood. Without that casual author name-drop, several years ago, I may well have lived in ignorance, spreading my reading net wide, happy to plough through average-to-good novels without being a judgemental snob. Unfortunately, that alternate reality is just that…alternate, and the reality consists of me comparing pretty much every author I read nowadays to this master of the weird. I did the same with Tolkien, and it is dangerous, as it is easy to fall into the trap of comparison – the result, more often than not, is akin to relating Einstein to my school science teacher, or Tennyson to a drunk Irishman shouting a limerick in a pub.
A growling car prowled past, and a part of me lifted off, seeking the driver in his old banger, wondering what dark errand kept him on the road so late. Was he returning home from visiting relatives? Was he a drink driver? An insomniac? I found an image of a man, face shadowed, cigarette glowing in his hand, and thought ‘ah, he is the one. He is the prowler.’ But my description seemed harsh. This was a true night owl, relishing the early hours, alone with nature around him, unafraid of smothering silence.
When did I start pressing ‘the red button’ to check the medals table? When did my diffidence at the Olympics transform into fist-pumping as we win another bronze in the judo? I have no answer, and frankly, I am bemused with myself, allowing the wave of media euphoria to wash over me…and AFFECT me so much.
I felt uneasy on my way to the Wimbledon imax to see the latest and last installment of Christopher Nolan’s interpretation of Batman. I had so loved the first two films – for differing reasons – that I wondered…really WONDERED if the conclusion could live up to all the hype.
Well, the question is, after two and half hours, did it live up to the ridiculous hype, or not?