The Passion of Christ

I watched 'The Passion of Christ' for the first time ever last weekend. I was raised attending Catholic Church and attending occasional Sunday School classes. I studied Religious Education during my GCSE's as I wanted something interesting and challenging, additionally I have always found religion interesting bearing in mind everything it is responsible for in the world, past and present.

These were my thoughts while watching it:

Wow, Jesus created the first ever tall table and chair in the world!
The Jewish Rabbi's look like Persians.
Judas sold Jesus out for 30 pieces of silver, like the pirate he should have been.
The Devil is extremely Androgynous, I wonder if all holy beings look like that.
Mel Gibson obviously hasn't watched 'Hunt for Red October' enough to master the true art form of changing from foreign languages to 'English'. However, bravo to the cast for learning Aramaic and Latin.
They've all got excellent dental work and by that I don't mean white and straight, I mean the level of detail to dirty the actors teeth was extremely appreciated by me.
How come the Roman Soldiers do not realise that if you whip a man 50 times, then stuff a crown of thorns on his head and then make him carry a cross, if you continue to whip him, he will fall down and he will drop the cross. They are obviously not particularly bright bunnies and behaving like this, will not make said man move faster!

Additionally, I did like the film, it was a little long winded and extremely heavy going but it was good and reflected the sacrifices that he did go throw, but come on Mel Gibson, through some smiles in, somewhere...even the Bible is that arduous!!!

Bliming cameo's

So I finally went to see Hot Fuzz yesterday, I thoroughly enjoyed it and liked it a lot more than Shawn of the Dead (please keep your comments and views to yourselves, lol). I haven't laughed like that for ages, so really enjoyed it.
I loved the cameos from so many well known actors and comedians but most of the way through the film, I couldn't suss out why I knew who Blower and Wainwright were, it irritated me for ages and finally, thanks to the wonders of the web...Frank Bloody Gallagher, damn him! And only bloody Dead Man's Shoes star Paddy Considine, god the internet is a wonderful place!
Yeah, I'd recommend it to everyone.

As for Babel, it's another film (after Se7en, Fight Club, Twelve Monkeys, need I go on?!) where Brad Pitt decides he has to prove he can act "for christ's sake, we know this already, get over it!". So yeah, it's ok, really long, a bit shit and pointless...although the portrayl with the Japanese deaf mute girl has an interesting part with the night club, which is actually quite intense but the rest of it is dull. The only thing that kept me going were the occasional clips of Gael Garcia Bernel, god bless his pretty face and soul. Don't bother, unless you've time to waste.

What does the Internet smell like?

I was having a charming chat with Lukas through the power of emails and I brought up an interesting question: What does the Internet smell like? I assume it smells like sweat, hot wires and sperm...but there must be more to it than that. If the internet existed in the sense that space does...surely there must be a scent. I imagine that space smells too, like charcoal maybe?...but I'm sure that a scientist would tell me otherwise and then give me a three hour lecture on why there can't be any scent, or whatever.
If the internet does smell as I assume, would it be just sperm or would it be more female juices too, or just the basic smell of sex? As sex is generally an act between two people and yet a lot of what happens online is between one person and a camera/computer.
If anyone has any ideas, let me know?!

On a lighter note, I've started a blog about my experiences of no myspace (proper addict style of replacing one addiction with another), it'll be like the Big Brother updates (as suggested by Dale or Carl, well they suggested it for their's but I'm stealing it)...although probably a lot less witty and without the northern accent, I would try but anyone whose heard my attempts at accents will know why I'm avoiding this matter.

I watched The Science of Sleep last night and it was brilliant, very beautiful and rather funny. Gosh, I love beautiful arty films which make you think or just look at life in a different sense. I recommend it, to those of you who like artsy films, and to those of you who don't like artsy films or the occasional subtitles - avoid!

Strange going ons.

The toilet at work smells like cat wee and I can't get enough Peppermint tea at the mo, I'm not sure why this is but I love the fact that the box claims it to be 100% Peppermint leaves and no caffeine. And it smells like mint and makes me crave roast lamb, oh roast lamb how I love thee.

Other than that nothing to report, oh I'm giving up Myspace for lent, decided if I'm going to be a good Catholic girl?! That I should give up something worth while and at least I can start my exploration of better things online...there must be something else to occupy my time, so I don't miss it.
I have also changed my comments to be approved only, so I can't cheat and see what people are writing, when I commit, I commit properly.

Stranger Than Fiction is a pretty good film. And I can't wait to see The Science of Sleep tonight, CAN NOT WAIT!

It feels like ages, since I felt like this...

On a day where Anna Nicole Smith has died for currently unknown reasons, Axl claims not to find the appeal of porn appertising and my fortnight finally looks like it's going to take a turn for the better, finally.
I today have found myself watching two films while sat at my desk. The first being "Perfume: The Story of a Murderer", now I got excited about this when I saw the trailer and I wasn't disappointed (except for the lack of attempt at accents, bloody American audiences), although I haven't read the book and when I told Julie from the office what I was watching, she observed that he wasn't unattractive enough and then continued with her comments. although little do you all know, that I'm refusing to ever read the book before watching the film, as I'm always so dissapointed with the film and I hate being disappointed by films, as I adore them. If the book takes my fancy, then I may carry on with a book but I'm not a big reader, in fact it's more I don't find much time to read, I'm always on the go with creating, sewing, cooking, baking or something else.
The second film I observed was "A Night at the Museum", it was rather good. It had a brilliant cast and I did enjoy it, it was nice to just be able to switch off and not think about what's going on and as always the typical Disney ending was installed, which is nice.

I've had an odd week, with interesting revelations, horrendous hangovers, sales offers for my creations, home truths, dinner parties, calls from abroad, forced holidays from friends who need to be alone to deal with their past, tears and upsets, mega make-up, burnt mouths from Ratatouille, trips away from Oxford, an amazing gig and a crap gig and finally, Karma coming to serve up some just deserts, which is always pleasant to observe, especially when I've been on the receiving end of these certain people's actions. I wish all the best to those who are being bitten by Karma but don't turn to me anymore, as this door mat has walked away.

For once and the first time in a while, I'm thinking about me and not how my actions effect others and it feels alright. I'm not sure how long I'll wear this jacket for, as it's not really my thing but for now, it's a cosy fit but I think I'll keep the training wheels on for a while, just in case.

Chrimbo, Ho Ho Ho!

Ahh, so at last, Pauline Fowler has passed on and how sweet, full of redemption and regret but oh no, it's just that little bit to late, gosh darn it!
Last night was a night filled with perfecting the Christmas presents I was giving, making some last minute pieces of jewellery for some of my friends and watching bad films relating to Christmas. The worse being: Whoppi Goldberg's "Call Me Claus", in which she discovers that she is in fact, the next Father Christmas, it nearly made me loose the will to live but fortunately, I've watched some crap in the past, so that saved me. The best being the ultimate Christmas film - "Santa Claus: The Movie", although watching "Uncle Buck" (not a Christmas film but on at Christmas) was a thoroughly enjoyable hour and a half spent.
At half ten, I popped to a place called The Zodiac, not sure if any of you Oxfordian's know of it but it's a fantastic little dive, which is close to my heart and means a lot to me. I spend most of the evening in the DJ booth with the delectable Miss Nelly B Page and Mr Tommy Kneecaps. I also came out of the ladies downstairs and slipped arse over tits, the first and hopefully last time ever, 'twas quite funny. Photos to follow of the evening on my myspace blog.
Christmas was spent with the family, feeling hungover and tired, making adult conversation and opening presents. Joy!!