Amy

★★★★★

“Open: Amy, a young girl of fourteen, lounging on the stairs with her mates, laughing and cracking jokes. On this shaky camera, filmed by one of the group, she is ordinary – pretty, yes, but ordinary. Until she begins to sing.

…And so sets the exposition of the tragedy.”

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Birdman

★★

My experience with Birdman began with a decorous helping of turbulence. Which I suppose was rather fitting. The film makes no secrets about being an absorbingly absurd ordeal so, as we walked in a second late to a seemingly full cinema, teeming with energy, our tardiness was strangely in keeping with the ‘in media res’ opening. Shit, was my first thought, they’ve oversold. After bumbling down and up stairs, low squat jogging under the screen and muttering what I hoped would be telepathic verbal abuse at the ticket vendor upstairs, we were close to settling on the top of the steps. But, as the opening shot of Michael Keaton meditating in mid air illuminated the room, our seats shone out, right at the back, right in the corner. With three large bags and a cup of searing hot tea, we traversed the unmoving legs and feet of row J, to a chorus of tuts and Birdman’s echoing voice. “The film’s already started!” stuttered at just too loud to be a whisper from a head below me. So we sat and didn’t dare to move a hair until the credits rolled. The unexpected vice of ignorance: do not turn up late to a packed showing of eager film geeks. Especially when you are usually one of them.

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Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

★★

NOTE: This isn’t so much a review as a collection of thoughts.

WARNING: This collection of thoughts contains SPOILERS.

When in life are we utterly happy? Utterly complete? Society, or at least old society, suggests that marriage is the goal to work towards, for ultimate fulfillment in existence. Now, the focus is more on independence and autonomy, doing it for yourself; to have the courage to feel complete, alone. But is there a point in life where we reach a state of utmost peace, feeling unrestricted in our bliss like some kind of emotional euphoria? Or is the point of life to enjoy the ride? To strive and conquer, but to enjoy the adventure of the unexplored?

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School of Rock

★★

There are, obviously, classic lines in cinema. From “We’re gonna need a bigger boat to “Houston, we have a problem”. And now, I hazard to say “You’re tacky and I hate you” is a modern classic in film quotes. I first saw School of Rock atleast eight years ago, when I was painfully young and full of all that child stuff that generates this constant and unwavering flow of happiness. And this film came along, more than once I’m sure, and made me laugh and, worryingly for those in the vicinity of my tone deaf notes, sing. I bet it even made me want to ignite a career in rock for a day or two (until I realised that I would actually have to be able to compose music…)

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Girl, Interrupted

★★

It’s pretty ironic really that I watched this in two parts. What with me being a girl and all. Girl…interrupted. Bad jokes aside, this was one of the most table-turning films I have ever had the pleasure of being drawn into. I did have my doubts. 90s Winona and Angelina, an all-girl mental institution…it just felt like the kind of all round piece of cinema that I would usually swerve into a metaphorical bush just to get away from. But for some reason, the evening of the 5th December caught me off guard. Must have been a full moon or something. And so off I skipped into the alien land, following the ever-present words of the Interstellar teaser trailer: make the unknown known.

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