Sunday, November 24, 2013

The Day of The Doctor

I'm a Potterhead, Sherlocked and a Whoivan. I am also a big cinephile. I love everything about the cinema-going experience. The popcorn. The over-priced tickets. The sense you get when in the middle of a great crowd, all ready and willing to be entertained.
But never in all my trips to the cinema have I experienced the atmosphere that was last nights screening of The Day of The Doctor in cineworld. There were fezzes, pin-striped suits and even a forth Doctor, and that was just the crowd. (I lacked any Who-inspired clothing, which disappointed me. I did wear my Loki Charms t-shirt though, you know, just to show some geek.)

1. The bar part was somewhat pimped out with Bad Wolf posters and had Sonic Screwdrivers cocktails on offer. Sadly, we were the later showing and there wasn't much left. Not even a coke to wet my whistle, I had to make do with a diet coke *shudder*
2. Never has it been so packed. There was a queue for the pre-booked ticket machines. (never seen that before!) You couldn't move in the corridor for the crowd awaiting to go in.
3. The sense of camaraderie was something else. Strangers were stopping each other in the foyer and along the corridors complimenting each others t-shirts, costumes and fezzes. Oh, there were sooo many fezzes! (That's because fezzes are cool!) People were picking up conversations with people in the seats in front of them, behind them, and none of it was to complain. It was all excited Who-themed talk and many people offered their neighbours a Jelly Baby or two.
4. Clapping. Cheering. Gasping. Laughing. The 50th anniversary inspired it all. One guy was so utterly thrilled by the Curator that I think he bust an internal organ for the little joyous dance he did in his chair.

It was an entirely new experience, and one I wish would happen more often. It was a pleasure to be a Whoivan and witness that little pocket of time-wimey when the Doctor inspired nothing but thrilling bliss tinged with expectations of the grandest sort.

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Mischief Managed


Well I guess it is time to discuss Thor: The Dark World. It's been a week since I first watched it, and maybe this is a late review, but in all honesty I have been busy. Namely by going to see it three times already.

I say already because I'm not opposed to seeing it for a forth time. (c'mon, the DVD release is months away.) Obsessive much? Perhaps. Or perhaps everyone I know was just so eager to see it and knew I wouldn't say no.
I don't even know where to begin? It was wall to wall packed full of awesome. We laughed, we gasped, we clapped.
I was unfortunate enough to be spoiled by some bitch on twitter, and I am also aware that it's not out yet in the rest of the world, so I'm reluctant to say much about the actual plot.
I will, however, say that I am in two minds whether it is as good as or even better than the first one...no, I'm actually not, it out-stripes the first one for the reason: Loki.
While Thor was Thor's movie (obviously) The Dark World is Loki's. He is the passion, the heart and a good proportion of the humour. Behind me, beside me and in front of me, there was someone still giggling at a line or two of Loki's by the end of the film. My nine year old nephew's new catchphrase is "Ta-dah." Hell, it's mine now too :-)

Orange

I am currently eating an orange and its as bitter as my soul.
I mention this solely because I'm taking a quick snack break from my neo-Assyrian rule in Israel and Judah essay, and when your typing with one finger on one hand, sometimes you can only state the obvious.
When I am finished with my sour orange orb and made a good dent into my essay I will delve into how awesome Thor: The Dark World was and is. Or perhaps I'll do it now because IT WAS COMPLETE AWESOME!!!! Then again, I do kinda want to pass college this year. Boo-urns!