Category Archives: Films/Series

To Peg or Not to Peg

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Pieles – Film

Watch online here.

The film is about people who are disfigured in some way, and their search for romantic love.

I can’t say watching this film was a comfortable experience. I loved the colours and the dialogue, as well as the cinematography. Without giving too much away, I can see why it is incredibly controversial. I found the opening scene incredibly shocking, seeing as it is about a paedophile who goes to sleep with a child prostitute. “There are some people in this world who are made to suffer”, the madame consoles him, while he cries.

 

 

 

 

Get Out – Film

A great balance of horror and humour. An award winning screenplay.

White people “admiring” black bodies and consuming them like commodities.

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Watch here.

Awards:

90th Academy Awards 

-won Academy Award for Best Original Screenplay

-Nominated for Best Picture, Best Director and Best Actor (for Kaluuya)

23rd Critics’ Choice Awards

-5 nominations

75th Golden Globe Awards (nominations)

-Best Motion Picture – Musical or Comedy and

-Best Actor – Comedy or Musical for Kaluuya

71st British Academy Film Awards (nominations)

-Best Actor in a Leading Role for Kaluuya

-Best Original Screenplay

Fleabag

A show about a loveable rogue that makes me want to go home to the UK.

 

The protagonist is hilariously witty, using humour to make light of the darkness inside. She’s from a wealthy family, but her business is failing. She laments being a terrible feminist. Frankly, her messy life makes me feel better about my own.

She uses (some) men for what she can get, playing “them” at their own “game” as it were, by treating lovers as disposable and trampling hearts in her wake. The lovers, in turn, are actually “good” guys. Caring, affectionate, wanting to be loved, wanting romantic relationships; besotted with her; cuntnotised by her. Yet they talk too much, they’re only really interested in themselves, and are portrayed as idiots for thinking they are more intelligent than her, or women in general (“You’re not like other girls*. You can really…keep up”, said one doormat).

 

*How many times have I heard that one? Yawn.

 

 

Runs in the Family

Love, love, love this song.

Runs in the Family
My friend has problems with winter and autumn.
They give him prescriptions and shine bright lights on him.
They say it’s genetic, they say he can’t help it, they say you can catch it – but sometimes you’re born with it.
My friend despite he gets shakes in the night and they say that there’s no way that they could have caught it in time takes his toll on him.
It is traditional.
It is inherited.
Predispositional
Day I’ve been wondering what is inside of me, who can I blame for it?
I say it runs in the family
This family that carries me to such great lengths to open my legs up for anyone who’ll have me. It runs in the family, I came by it honestly, do what you want who knows it might fill me up
Me up
Me up
Me up
Me up
Me up
Me up
Fill me up
Me up
Me up
Me up
Me up
Me up
Me up
My friend’s depressed she’s a wreck, she’s a mess.
They’ve done all sorts of tests & they guess it has something to do with her grandmother’s grandfather’s grandmother saving war soldiers who probably infected her.
My friend has validation in some allergies that she dates back to the 17th century.
Somehow she manages in her misery.
Strips in the city and shows all her best tricks.
I mean well, I’m well well I mean I’m in hell well I still have my health at least that’s what they tell me.
If wellness is this what in hells name is sickness?
But business is business and business runs in the family.
We tend to bruise easily.
Mad in the blood.
I’m telling you cause I just want you to know me – know me and my family.
We’re wonderful folks, but don’t get to close to me cause you might knock me up
Me up
Me up
Me up
Me up
Me up
Me up
Knock me up
Me up
Me up
Me up
Me up
Me up
Me up
Mary have mercy now look what I’ve done but don’t blame ’cause I can’t help where I come from.
Running is something that we’ve always done well and mostly I can’t even tell what I’m running from.
Run from their pity, from responsibility.
Run from the country and run from the city.
I can run from the law, I can run from myself.
I can run from my life, I can run into debt.
I can run from it all, I can run til I’m gone.
I can run for the office and run for my cause.
I can run using every last ounce of energy.
I cannot, I cannot, I cannot run from my family.
They’re hiding inside of me.
Don’t change my life.
Help me if you might but don’t tell my family.
They’d never forgive me.
They’d say that I’m crazy.
But they would say anything if it would shut me up
Shut me up
Shut me up
Me up
Me up
Me up
Me up
Me up
Shut me up
Me up
Me up
Me up
Me up
Me up
Me up
Me up

The Marshlands (La isla mínima)

Director: Alberto Rodríguez
Writers: Rafael Cabos, Alberto Rodríguez

One of the most well made films I’ve seen in Spanish. A police drama rich in sociopolitical commentary, reminiscent of True Detective.

The ending is bitter sweet; some criminals walk free.

Director: Alberto Rodríguez
Escritores: Rafael Cabos, Alberto Rodríguez

Una de las mejores hechas películas en castellano. Una drama policiaca que recuerda de True Detective.

Eo final es agridulce; algunos criminales están libres.