Thinking pop culture
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Two behaviours from my childhood stand out as a) clear predictors of my future writing interests and b) missed opportunities for my parents to rope in therapists. In primary school my idea of a quality…
Nearly a year ago, I was spending time with a man who kept mentioning Somerset Maugham’s novel Of Human Bondage (1915). So frequently did it enter conversations in fact, that eventually I felt obliged…
One of my big criticisms of Her centred on Joaquin Phoenix. Notably his face. There were an abundance of close-ups – it was, afterall, largely a one-man-band kind of a film – and apparently he was instructed…
On the morning of December 30th, 2013, I was woken by a hovercraft. I’d opened the hotel room curtains and the smog was thick, the skyscrapers slick, and locals had evidently donned their pollution masks…
As someone who spends great big chunks of her time writing about film and television, it seems perhaps a tad incongruous that I’m no fan of celebrity culture. Put simply however, I find the elevation of…
I was at a screening of Saving Mr Banks. (A lovely film, incidentally). There were a handful of previews. Some cartoony crap, something weepy with Kate Winslet and something near-glorious. Near being the…
In Year 8 our history class watched a documentary about Cambodia’s Killing Fields. Regrettably, I remember pretty much nothing of the doco and everything about a girl from my class running from our portable…
I’d felt a strange need to defend M°A°S°H. Not that I recall ever watching a full episode - not that I’d call myself a fan - but there’s some good writing there. Some humour. My brother, unconvinced, then…
The uniform is a tad too snug around his biceps, his crotch. Maybe he’s got a moustache, but it’s not that important. One thumb grazes his beestung bottom lip, his other hand props up the box. She’s doe-eyed-comely…
Years ago I heard about a speed-dating event held at a library. Participants were asked to bring a book that “encapsulated” them. My imaginings involved people sitting at teeny tiny little tables proudly…