from the newsdesk..
City of Bones
So today I saw The Mortal Instruments: The City of Bones. I have been wanting to see this movie since, I don't know, forever. It's like me waiting too see Harry Potter but not really because Harry Potter is pretty much perfect and nothing can compare to it, and I just used it as an example because it was the first thing that popped into my head.
Here's how I analysed it:
Lily Collins was the perfect Clary.
Didn't think Jace would look like that [Jamie], but I still reckon Jamie is a pretty perfect Jace. I just need to get used to to (and also meet him).
Cheekbones.
I didn't like the Silent Brothers because I thought they would glide more and be less human but they walked and seemed like they were human-ish.
Robert Sheehan was Simon.
Izzy was beautiful but maybe wasn't mean enough?
Luke didn't look like I think he would
Jocelyn was pretty spot on and her and Clary could be twins. (Seriously at the beginning, when Clary first came on screen I was like Jocelyn or Clary?)
Hodge was good - nothing special (but he looked like the image in my head).
Magnus was perfect (and him I want to meet too).
I think Alec was too old (but that was just the casting). Like he seems so much older than Jace and I think they're meant to be around the same age?
I didn't know Madame Dorethea would be black ( I just never thought of her like that).
Valentine.. I just thought he would be more monstrous - more Voldemort-esque.
But I am totally nitpicking and the movie itself was amazing and damn, the special effects were brilliant and three cheers for Harald Zwart [the director] for pulling it off how he did. Obviously there were bits missing [as in every movie] and maybe bits that were considered important, VAMPIRE & RAT, but I guess they'll come around in the next one!! But the main parts were there and the GREENHOUSE SCENE was the cutest/best/loved it and I really liked Jace's sense of humour [maybe arrogance] and I would've loved to have seen more in the movie. I also like some of the things they added, like the PIANO, but a certain person turned into a DEMON [pretty sure she didn't in the book] and that threw me off course completely.
But I think I would have been completely confused if I had gone in there, having not read the books. Sometimes in movies, when I don't understand something, I try watching it from the POV of someone who hasn't read the book. In this movie, I think it was a little bit confusing with whom was related to whom and what happened to Hodge and quite a few other things that I don't think I would've known if I hadn't had the prior knowledge. Sometimes book knowledge can be a hindrance - when movies go a different course - but sometimes you just need that extra knowledge. They did make things more obvious in the film (LIKE SAYING 'OH WE SHOULD LIE ABOUT THIS PERSON AND THIS PERSON BEING RELATED), whereas in the book, we don't find put that they're not actually related by reading the next book. WE HAD TO WAIT. Feels. It's mostly an easy movie to follow, but I think if you want to get the full value out of this film, I recommend reading the book first because that way, you'll pick up on the small details that take it from being a good film to a great film.
(Guys did you know that I have met Cassandra Clare - and also got a rune necklace [and autograph] from her!?)
So when is City of Ashes coming out?
Saturday 24 August 2013
Sunday 18 August 2013
Day 195: August 18
From the newsdesk...
Leave
I just want to leave.
To get out of this house; to go somewhere unfamiliar.
To get away from these four whitewashed walls and same people.
Just to escape the routine of life: exactly the same day in and day out. Conversations are even routine.
What would you like for this meal?
How are you?
How was school?
Does that even matter.
I want to take a plane, a car, a ferry, a unicycle; hell, I'll walk - to someplace else. Somewhere unvisited. Somewhere different; exotic.
Less of the same, more of the unusual. More colour and less experience. More variety, more glitter.
It'll be a field. A market. A bustling street in New York City. It'll be the house that looks like a farm.
Let's go to Ikea in Sweden.
These four walls are a trap. But it's disguised cleverly; you can't tell. It beckons you in with familiarity and security and warmth and comfort and you get comfortable, but then you also want change. But by then, it's too late.
Everything works like clockwork so why would you want to change that? Sure, there's a few bumps in the road, but they'll pass. What's life like without a few bumps anyway, say the people who haven't experienced anything more than a straight road their entire lives.
Wouldn't you like to know?
Saturday 17 August 2013
Day 194: August 17
from the newsdesk...
The Seed
The Seed
Winter.
I received the seed in winter. It came by courier mail and it arrived at my front door in a small cardboard box, tied with a yellow string. It took me at least ten minutes to get through the layers of bubble wrap tissue-paper and finally through the small hessian sack that held the precious seed. It was beautiful. Small, sort of oval shaped and it glittered like a diamond on one of the crowned jewels. I really wanted to plant it; to watch it grow into something special, but the directions that came with the plant said I wasn’t allowed. There were strict instructions for me to plant the seed in spring. Winter was too harsh for the seed and the seed was too fragile for winter. I placed the seed at the bottom of my false drawer-bottom, hidden in a ring box, stashed between my favourite red cashmere sweater and the ugly green scarf cousin Andy had given to me for Christmas.
Spring.
The first day of spring didn’t look special. If someone happened to peer into my house, they would’ve seen me doing what I did every day; absolutely nothing. But they didn’t know about the seed; the secret seed that had spent the last three months buried under layers of clothing. It was finally time for the seed to be taken out the box and placed in a pot with soil and water and light. It was time for the seed to prosper. The prepared pot was brought out from the back and the seed was placed into it. Alternatively, I poured water and soil over the seedling. Days began to blur as I waited for the seed to grow. Finally, twenty four days in, there was a leaf. It was small, but it was there. The seed continued to grow and soon there were leaves everywhere. Some leaves were small, some were like elephants. But they all had this wonderful aura about them. It was like they held a magical power; a power so great that it only revealed itself to the true master. But the leaves weren’t something that excited me greatly. Don’t get me wrong, they were pretty epic, but I was waiting; waiting for the flower.
Summer.
The first day of summer was stifling hot. It was the type of day that everything sticks together. Everything is in this hot oven of the world and we all cook like chickens ready to roast. I wasn’t faring well. Sweat poured off my brow even though every single fan was on full blast. The air conditioner had gone and collapsed on itself just the summer before. How inconvenient. The flower seemed to be enjoying the rays of sunlight, though. It had finally started to flower and the petals were as soft as a marshmallow clouds. The leaves glowed a fluorescent green and the petals were blue, magenta or orange, depending on the light and how you looked at them. The plant grew bigger. At first it grew slowly - a couple of mm a week - but by the time two months had passed, the plant was almost three metres high. It hadn’t lost its sparkle either. It sometimes shone so brightly that I had to wear sunglasses in order to prevent blindness.
I received the seed in winter. It came by courier mail and it arrived at my front door in a small cardboard box, tied with a yellow string. It took me at least ten minutes to get through the layers of bubble wrap tissue-paper and finally through the small hessian sack that held the precious seed. It was beautiful. Small, sort of oval shaped and it glittered like a diamond on one of the crowned jewels. I really wanted to plant it; to watch it grow into something special, but the directions that came with the plant said I wasn’t allowed. There were strict instructions for me to plant the seed in spring. Winter was too harsh for the seed and the seed was too fragile for winter. I placed the seed at the bottom of my false drawer-bottom, hidden in a ring box, stashed between my favourite red cashmere sweater and the ugly green scarf cousin Andy had given to me for Christmas.
Spring.
The first day of spring didn’t look special. If someone happened to peer into my house, they would’ve seen me doing what I did every day; absolutely nothing. But they didn’t know about the seed; the secret seed that had spent the last three months buried under layers of clothing. It was finally time for the seed to be taken out the box and placed in a pot with soil and water and light. It was time for the seed to prosper. The prepared pot was brought out from the back and the seed was placed into it. Alternatively, I poured water and soil over the seedling. Days began to blur as I waited for the seed to grow. Finally, twenty four days in, there was a leaf. It was small, but it was there. The seed continued to grow and soon there were leaves everywhere. Some leaves were small, some were like elephants. But they all had this wonderful aura about them. It was like they held a magical power; a power so great that it only revealed itself to the true master. But the leaves weren’t something that excited me greatly. Don’t get me wrong, they were pretty epic, but I was waiting; waiting for the flower.
Summer.
The first day of summer was stifling hot. It was the type of day that everything sticks together. Everything is in this hot oven of the world and we all cook like chickens ready to roast. I wasn’t faring well. Sweat poured off my brow even though every single fan was on full blast. The air conditioner had gone and collapsed on itself just the summer before. How inconvenient. The flower seemed to be enjoying the rays of sunlight, though. It had finally started to flower and the petals were as soft as a marshmallow clouds. The leaves glowed a fluorescent green and the petals were blue, magenta or orange, depending on the light and how you looked at them. The plant grew bigger. At first it grew slowly - a couple of mm a week - but by the time two months had passed, the plant was almost three metres high. It hadn’t lost its sparkle either. It sometimes shone so brightly that I had to wear sunglasses in order to prevent blindness.
Autumn.
Autumn arrived with a change of colour and a crunch of leaves. The weather turned windy and half the day was always spent sweeping leaves off the lawn. The plant suffered. As the months progressed, the plant shrunk and the leaves started disappearing. First they turned brown and then dropped off completely, joining the collection of leaves on my just-swept front lawn. It shrunk fast and after just the first month, the tree was just a hint of what it had been in the summer. It looked so forlorn, lost in the garden; overlooked by the pines and oaks that grew. It shrunk down so small that it was no longer visible from above and I had to remove soil in order for it to be seen. The last day of autumn was sad. The tree that had grown and lived in my garden for the past three seasons was now nothing but a small seed; a reminder of what it had once been.
- Do I need to add a reason for the seed/add a prologue/epilogue and say why it is special or is the air of mystery good/okay? -
Autumn arrived with a change of colour and a crunch of leaves. The weather turned windy and half the day was always spent sweeping leaves off the lawn. The plant suffered. As the months progressed, the plant shrunk and the leaves started disappearing. First they turned brown and then dropped off completely, joining the collection of leaves on my just-swept front lawn. It shrunk fast and after just the first month, the tree was just a hint of what it had been in the summer. It looked so forlorn, lost in the garden; overlooked by the pines and oaks that grew. It shrunk down so small that it was no longer visible from above and I had to remove soil in order for it to be seen. The last day of autumn was sad. The tree that had grown and lived in my garden for the past three seasons was now nothing but a small seed; a reminder of what it had once been.
- Do I need to add a reason for the seed/add a prologue/epilogue and say why it is special or is the air of mystery good/okay? -
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