Showing posts with label movies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label movies. Show all posts

Monday, April 03, 2006

Introspective...

This weekend I went about my business at a rather more sedate pace than usual. In fact on Friday night, not even one single drop of alcohol troubled my yearning gullet. This in itself is quite an achievement, or disappointment depending upon how you look at it. I hear your cries, “What is to blame Ben?” “Why must you subject yourself to the perils of sobriety?” And yes it is perilous, just check out this link *insert convulsion here*. In answer to your pertinent questions, I am solely responsible for the state I was in and the way I acted, I subjected myself to the jeopardy of sobriety merely… to save money, oh the shame...

On the up side I saw Underworld: Evolution and the more I think about it the more I think about giving
Kate Beckinsale a bone.

Sunday, March 05, 2006

A Bright Abyss indeed...

So yeah I went to the St James theatre on Friday night, there just happened to be a show on and I just happened to have tickets, how very convenient, how very… cosmopolitan, bourgeois almost. With mixed emotions, I saw an imaginatively comic acrobatic display that at times reminded me of the hilarious Arlecchino character in Italian Commedia dell'Arte and at times made me feel nostalgic and want to go back to Otago and ‘Lunch Time Theatre’. It was directed by and also starred James Thiérrée, a Chaplin progeny, yes that Chaplin.

Following the theatre I met up with Natalie in Jet, we had a few drinks and hung out there for a while then we moved on to Vespa lounge – and yes it does have a Vespa scooter strung up on the wall, not to mention relatively good couches too. The night was a cold and blustery one, so I was warm and safe in bed by 2am.

Saturday, I watched the weekends sporting loses, Hurricanes, Blackcaps etc. and decided that it was cold outside and tonight was to be a video night. I watched Constantine with Dad, notably there was minimal sighing and reading of the news paper, he even made pop-corn! Is there anything he can’t do?! Davey called later on so we caught a late movie about the first Gulf War called Jarheads; it was pretty good and confirmed everything I already thought about being an American soldier.

All in all a very cultured and civilised weekend… werid.