All entries for Saturday 16 October 2004
October 16, 2004
My housemates managed to convince me to make the journey to Birmingham so we went, and turned my bad day into an alright evening. I bought some clothes, we ate in McDonalds (sorry), and we went to see Layer Cake (or should that be L4y3r C4k3? Or something?). I'd heard mixed reviews of it and wasn't too eager to see it, but 'twas the only thing on, so why not.
Before I launch into my review, I'll sum up what the film's about, for those of you not in the know: it's a Brit Gangster flick. Nuff said, really. It's a bit knob, on the whole – though not as knob as Croupier, of which it reminded me a lot. It had the same trying-to-be-gritty intentions, pulled the same 'stylish' camera effects out of the film industry's box of cliches, and had similar lead characters: the rugged, posh, cool-when-he's-not-talking, wooden-when-he-is hard man. The plot may appear quite complicated but when you realise it is essentially a combination of the plots of Lock, Stock…, Snatch and the Long Good Friday, but with drugs taking the place of guns/boxing/micks, it makes perfect sense. It's not as funny as Lock, Stock… (I'm not sure how funny it was wanting to be) and has only a handful of genuinely cool lines/events. I wouldn't recommend this – the only reason to see it I can give is if you want to see an uncanny young Willem Defoe lookalike with a Cockney accent. There are few well-known actors in it: only Dexter Fletcher (he of Lock, Stock… and Press Gang (remember that, kids?!) fame) and Michael Gambon, sporting a rather unsettling David Dickinson-style tan.
Had one of those days where everything goes wrong, yet is pretty harmless so therefore nothing to fret about. It all started with a hangover, which an emergency cup of tea temporarily remedied. I checked my emails to discover that after a month of regular t'internet use, the pesky pop-ups which were the bane of second year, were back, with something of a vengeance. Despite valiant efforts on the part of Nick to rid my 'puter of this evil, they refused to leave, so now every website I go on tells me I'm their millionth visitor and I win a prize. That, or some horny sluts want me to call them.
The bad day continued on campus, got myself a beautiful Rootes breakfast before going to a meeting to sort out Tuesday's group seminar presentation. Except as none of us had a clue what to do, it didn't really get sorted out as such. So that was a bit crap.
Went to RaW to record some final bits of dialogue for the second episode of Student P.I. only to find I hadn't brought an essential part of the script. I thought I had the script on floppy, but it didn't work in the station's 'puter, and the resources room was packed. So I had to rewrite the scene; it's very complicated and now, having returned home, I found that what I did end up recording isn't going to work. Also one of the guys didn't turn up so I had to read his part. Which is going to sound dodgy, cos as the main character, I'm in the episode way too much as it is. Not only did the recording go a wee bit pants, I managed to lose my floppy disk somewhere between RaW and Union North. That had loads of stuff on it! Shite.
I was supposed to meet up with Shall at some point so we could go to Brum in the afternoon.The last time I'd seen her having been yesterday, just before I proceeded to get drunk, I'd forgotten what the plan was. So I called her and when she didn't answer I figured she was in lectures and figured I'd wait on campus til she returned my call. She returned my call an hour and a half later, informing me she'd just finished work – in Leamington. But of course! So I'd wasted time waiting about on campus, then it took an hour to get back to Leam, thanks to Stagecoach so I was pretty pissed off. And still hungover. And no longer wished to go to Brum…
(Mind, there is a silver lining to all this cloud: we have a new shower! For the past month we've had to use the bath attachment so it's quite a novelty to have it hands-free. What luxury!)