Reigniting my inner film geek love
I used to be a bit of a film geek, inhaling movies. I’d buy Empire magazine every month, and go see a film (as long as it wasn’t horror, gore, or involved zombies or crabs) via my local university film club every week. Sometimes twice a week (oooh, get him!)
Then real life intervened, London prices arrived, and I just … stopped. Of course, seeing the terrible films Batman and Robin, and Jurassic Park II within a week of each other didn’t help at all. Neither, ironically, did becoming a professional film reviewer where film-watching no longer became a leisurely activity, but something that was work and that I’d have to write up afterwards.
Sure, there were the glam moments (well, if you count having a bored Julianne Moore scowling at you at 10am because she thinks you’re a Japanese film journalist) but also having to review dross like Help I’m A Fish and Mission: Impossible 2 didn’t help.
So, while I didn’t turn my back entirely on cinema – The Matrix made me revise my entire thoughts on Hong Kong cinema – I’m not the raving film geek I used to be. At least not till tonight.
Tonight, I went to see Quentin Tarantino’s latest, Inglourious Basterds. And bugger me, I loved it. Even if it didn’t have any of the crash, bang, wallop that you’d expect. Instead, it’s a love letter to dialogue in multiple languages, to European cinema, to war-torn Europe, and for 147 minutes I was utterly captivated by the words, the acting, everything. Even the set.
Go, and see it.
Mirrored from almost witty.


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thanks for the review, it looks excellent from the previews but i'm not a tarantino fan. blood and guts don't appeal to me.
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And please don't tell me you haven't seen Pulp Fiction. LOVE that film.
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that was a blood and guts movie wasn't it?
there were some interesting bits but they were overshadowed (for me) by all the shooting and blood and etc.
it's a guy thing i'm sure.
you love pulp fiction, i love terms of endearment. whatayagonnado? :D
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(*personal view of world explodes*)
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...and that's one intended birthday present I'll have to return to the shop...
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