Saturday, 28 November 2015

2015 has been a good year at the movies

The Hunger Games may not have surpassed Mockingjay Part One, but with the success of Spectre, as well as the surprise hits of Jurassic World and Furious 7, 2015 has been a good year for many at this year’s box office. Universal especially have a good year, with Jurassic World surpassing all expectations to become the highest grossing film of the year so far, usurping the mighty Avengers: Age of Ultron. With Star Wars yet to open, this could hold out to be the biggest movie of the year, as Star Wars will surely add a hefty amount to its run during the opening days of 2016.
Sony has also performed well, as have the Disney corporation, who easily off-loaded the loss on Tomorrowland with Avengers and Ant-Man, notwithstanding the Pixar Studios helping them out this year with two offerings, Inside Out and The Little Dinosaur.
Spectre has really taken off worldwide, which is fast becoming far more important to the Hollywood studios than domestic takings. Previously, it was all about the North American market, but now that American films have caught the imagination of the world (and the recent glut of superhero movies is probably to blame), then studios look at the bigger picture for their hits and misses.
So what are the misses of the year, well Tomorrowland is one big one, based on a Disney theme park ride a la Pirates of the Caribbean and starring George Clooney, this had hit written all over it. We have The Man From U.N.C.L.E, which really should have done better and is Armie Hammer’s second successive loser after The Lone Ranger. Entourage didn’t transport well from the television and another notable miss is Pan, which lived up to its name with the critics.

The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part 2’s $100 million opening, though good, is down on part one and this may suggest a feeling of fatigue among audiences for the overblown finales of these type of films. It just worked for Harry Potter, but that franchise was not the norm. With the Divergent series looking to mimic the success of both these franchises, the omens don’t look good. Speaking of fatigue, the Avengers were expected to wipe the floor with the competition this year and it didn’t happen as Jurassic World took top spot. Are we seeing a droop in Marvel’s domination of the superhero genre? Ant-Man, though a hit, was not of Guardians of the Galaxy proportions and next year we have the double DC whammy of Batman versus Superman, and the very intriguing Suicide Squad; a film that could blow the doors off the whole genre. 2016 promises to be an interesting year, but with Star Wars waiting in the wings, everything could be changed.

Saturday, 7 November 2015

The Call Centre, a poem.

I am currently taking a self-teach poetry course and one of the exercises was to look at the environment around you and write about it; though I do not work in a call centre, my current workplace does feel like one at times. I hope you like what I have written.

The Call Centre

Darkened windows mirror the gloom,
PC screens stare wantonly;
"It's got October!" She screams as
the PC pushed itself harder.
"How long ago did you download?"
Never. "Is there an 'R' next?"
Brilliant white, star-like lightening
stares down on the brow.
Heads throb as the day wears.
Cluttered spaces; shattered faces;
empty gazes; waiting for the call.

Friday, 16 October 2015

New Book

In the last few weeks I have completed one book and started another. The completed book is Pirates Vs Fairies 2, which is going to be edited and self-published very soon. The new book is the Self-Harming Pacifist which I am publishing on-line at my blog.

It is a very personal story, none of which is true but some of which is based on actual happenings. I have chosen to go down a surreal path in the hope of expanding my imagination and my use of language. Writing is a lonely occupation, but a very enjoyable one and you have to do certain things to make yourself excited.

The Self-Harming Pacifist started life as a script, many years ago which has been lost in subsequent moves. I am searching in vain for it, as I really like it; as much of the story is fresh in the memory I am reconnecting myself to the story and wanted to share it for nothing with my friends. As it means so much to me, my only goal for this particular book is to share it.

Please visit the link above and have a read, each week there will be five hundred more words and each week you will learn something new about the Self-Harming Pacifist.

Monday, 17 August 2015

Ghosts Make No Noise, a story

Ghosts make no noise, they are silent, standing behind you or over you; sometimes they are beneath you and you have no idea that they are there. Ghosts make no noise, but they smell. They touch your skin and send a shiver down your spine; they freeze a room in seconds and leave their own supernatural mark. The Battle of Britain happened over seventy years ago and it remains one of the greatest battles this country has fought; many lives were lost to save many more, and the Kent coast was first in line to meet the enemy of Nazi Germany.

If you go to the Battle of Britain Museum in Hawkinge in Kent, then you will bear witness to salvaged wreckage, uniforms, bullets, and cigarettes. All these objects contain memories in their make-up; they have finger prints etched into their framework. So if you go and feel cold, you will know that behind you, above you, or side by side to you, a pilot is standing watching your every move and hoping that you don’t forget him; remember, remember, remember.

The phantom airman was dressed in flying kit, consisting of a fur-trimmed leather jacket and blue trousers, with a safety vest over the top; he wore a flying helmet and had goggles over his eyes making him seem other-worldly, almost alien. An eerie glow possessed itself around him, and as he stands next to you, then he walks, away from you and towards the exit, before disappearing through a wall.
His kit appears British, so perhaps he is a friendly apparition, but he needs you to remember, remember, remember.

There is a wounded pilot staggering around the airfield dragging a parachute’ his plane must have been hit by enemy fire and if he could tell us, he would speak of the panic and the mayhem and  then the sound of the air all around him. The noise of engines roaring past him as he fell to the ground, unleashing his only means of safety, and making him fodder for enemy fire.

He must have landed in the airfield, confused and unable to stem the flow of blood coming from his wound. No-one knows who he is, yet he staggers around the airfield looking for safe haven.

Massive energy is located at the Battle of Britain Museum in Hawkinge, it is the place to find many artefacts of the Battle of Britain; many memories and fingerprints. Calling us to remember, remember, remember.

Friday, 24 July 2015

The Lost Art

Can I get a rewind! The lost art of the VHS cover

Tuesday, 14 July 2015

Poem: MORTALITY; a sonnet

Fictional time unravels out of dust
And sifts through wind and rain and hail and fear;
Those that whose life is taut with pain unjust,
We come to understand the price is dear.

In sweeping cobwebs lined with aged skin,
We fold away a life so true to love;
And inch toward a time we can’t begin,
Our hearts weep gentle tears; white feathered dove.

In loneliness we walk our final breath
Towards a golden shrine of emptiness;
Unshackled chains drop harshly to a death
And creeps into the veins of heartlessness.

For once the sign of life comes to an end
The rhythmic pulse of soulful love descends.

This sonnet is based on the idea of mortality and has been written in iambic pentameter, 5 metrical feet, 10syllables, 14 lines with a rhyming couplet at the end. The 4 line stanzas are referred to as a quatrain.