Friggatriskaidekaphobia. Also known as paraskevidekatriaphobia. Two ridiculously long words, one common condition; a fear of Friday the 13th. The powers that be, for reasons best known to themselves, had decided to start this year’s festivities on the Friday night, meaning that my one and only phobia was likely to get another outing. I don’t know what it is, it certainly isn’t rational, but although I don’t believe any supernatural force is acting to always make that day worse for me, something statistically speaking is out of whack in terms of my much higher propensity to bad luck on that day.
Certainly, the day arrived with an unexpected change. My draw winner, Fever Dog, had to drop out of the ticket he’d bought, resulting in a final week flurry of activity on the forum. Of the remaining three people in my draw, the next two had secured tickets and the last couldn’t make it at such short notice, which left only the Empire forum as a source of a replacement. Thankfully, there was a stag do of 1 that could become 2 thanks to my intervention, so HASHBROWN76 took on the role of Fever Dog for the weekend.
My plan, due to the need to be at home every night to do certain household jobs and also to sleep in my own bed, was in theory simple. I hired a car for the weekend at very low rates, which was upgraded to a Corsa free of charge (woo hoo!), and had the plan in place. Start work around 7 a.m., so I could then finish around three, drive down to Newbury Park tube station, park up the car for the very reasonable price of £2.70, then tube into London, possibly disembarking at Hoburn to allow me a casual stroll through London on a warm summer evening to arrive at the venue at around five for pre-con drinks and general socialising with all the lovely people from the forum, who had already collectively started calling themselves Forumites.
Month three of my trailer countdown already? My, how time flies. Well, the retrospection first; from June’s list, which I had seen two 8/10 and one 5/10 movies, I’ve since added a 7/10 but two completely eluded me; for July, it’s two 10/10, one 8/10 and one 7/10 and another two unseen. Although I thought it would be City Island I missed out on, it’s actually Splice that has eluded me. My local Picturehouse is suggesting it may still show London River, it just doesn’t know when.
So to this month. I’ve left out The Expendables as I already put that in another post, so this is sort of technically a Baker’s Half Dozen, but I never claimed this would be mathematically accurate. I also resisted the temptation to add the trailer for The Human Centipede (First Sequence), as interesting is really the wrong word for what that’s touting. As always, click on the title of each to jump to the trailer, done that way so I don’t drown in spam.
If Airplane was so good (and it was), why have people struggled ever since to make good spoof movies, or indeed comedies in general? Word of mouth is very strong on this one from those internets types.
Well, I love A Prophet, but I also love The White Ribbon. Which is better? There’s only one way to find out – FIIIIIGHT!!! * Wait, neither of them won? Yes, this Argentinian movie snuck up on the rails and stole the Best Foreign Language Oscar out from under the noses of these two heavyweights – now time to find out if that was a smart move by the Academy. (Since I rate the first two at 9/10 and 10/10 respectively, it’s gonna be tough.)
Ving Rhames! Richard Dreyfuss! Christopher Lloyd!! Kelly Brook. 3D Schlocky Pirahnas though!!
Ever since Oldboy, I’ve been waiting for another truly great Korean movie. Could this be it? Who knows, but it must be in with a chance.
I think I’ve pretty much come to terms with the fact that this one won’t be as good as the first one, which was very good indeed if you haven’t seen it. But I’m still keep to see how the last two pan out.
As a man who prefers Hot Fuzz to Shaun of the Dead, my concern has always been that Edgar Wright’s directorial style needed more work than the scripting of those movies, as amazing as they both were. However, this is where Edgar’s on his own, and gets to show if he’s really made of… The Wright Stuff. (Sorry.) I am seeing this at MovieCon III, or at least the four minutes that haven’t been in one of the many trailers.
(* I was once in the audience for Harry Hill’s TV Burp. Fact.)