Saturday, May 31, 2014
Friday, May 30, 2014
Jascha and Lilka are living in London, forty years after their escape from the Warsaw Ghetto in 1942. Jascha, an author receives an invitation to do a reading in Warsaw, and this sees them on a journey back to the city they thought they would not see again. Bringing back memories of their childhoods and family and friends they lost, this short novel is moving and brutal at the same time.
Although touching, somehow I felt a bit cheated reading this book, as somehow it did seem to brush over several areas, and I wanted to know more about their lives. I couldn't quite believe in the characters and picture them in my mind. 3/5
Thursday, May 29, 2014
You know where it is heading from the beginning, and it did have a few twists at the end that I wasn't expecting which was nice. A pretty harmless read. 4/5
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Monday, May 19, 2014
So the story spins back to Dorothea in a loveless marriage, and left to find her own way through the war. Childless and lonely, she is visited by a Polish squadron leader, after one of his crew crashes in the field and is killed behind her house.
So although I might have been seduced into reading this book by looking at the cover (who doesn't love a pile of old books?), the story was enough to interest me and to enjoy the book. 4/5
Sunday, May 18, 2014
For me, I am on the fence on Wes Andersons movies. I can see the charm and the magic sprinkled with a kooky sense of humour, I just wish they were more funny or witty, that I came away thinking it was a touch of magic. Instead I see something very visual and composed, but it just feels kind of empty and soulless. I also think that there is movie snobbery at work, just like those who ignore popular fiction or search for the never heard of but super cool indie band, I think that there is a club of cool hipsters who will list this movie in their all time favourite top three. To me it just reeks of a self indulgent director indulging themselves in their passion and much like Quentin Tarantino who makes boring eye candy and Peter Jackson who spends too much time devising intricate battles or 40 minute fights with spiders, I feel the story is neglected and for me the very magic of a movie or a book, is that the story should be the most important part. No matter how visual or beautiful a movie is, if you are not touched by a character or their tale, it never remains with you.
So a 3/5 from me, only because secretly I love Ralph Fiennes and was glad to see that he Owen Wilson cameo only took up about five minutes.
Saturday, May 17, 2014
When I picked up this book and started it, it had potential, the beginning kept me interested but by about half way through, I just became a bit confused about where it was all leading, and disinterested in what happened. I can't believe that a Forensic doctor would go off investigating a case by herself, in the middle of abandoned alleyways and carparks. Hasn't she learnt? Especially after seeming to be kidnapped/attacked/drugged in the past 15 books? It just doesn't ring true sadly, as I feel Kathy Reichs is a good writer and I am sure has a huge body of material from her job, the books are becoming too formulaic for me and it is the author that is becoming lost. 3/5.
Wednesday, May 07, 2014
Monday, May 05, 2014
So there were only five of us in the little arthouse cinema, which was fine as I got a couch to myself. This movie is the story of Ellen Turnan, his mistress who he met when he was 45 and she was only 18, after being employed to be an actress in one of his plays. The movie is told in flash back form, as we meet her older and married and running a boys school, she tells her friends that she only knew Charles Dickens as a child, hiding her history with him.
Although quite serious and a bit slow, for me, I enjoyed the movie. I love the British costume dramas, all the interiors felt right, the scenery was lovely and in this one the dresses, hair styles and bonnets were awesome. So very pretty, but lived in and not over done in garish Hollywood approximations.
For me - a 4/5.