Laura's Star
Myf and I have just been to see Laura's Star as part of the Film Education week, and we loved it. And yes, we both cried. We've been home half an hour and Myf is still leaking occasionally. She gets very emotional when it comes to movies. For me, I think it was the excellent music. It was scored by Hans Zimmer (Gladiator, King Arthur, Thin Red Line, The Lion King, True Romance, Batman Begins, Pearl Harbour, The Rock, The Last Samurai, Hannibal... you get the idea). I love Hans Zimmer's music, reallyreally love it. And the bit towards the end, where she lets the star go, even though she loves it so much... well, not a dry eye in the house.
And, of course, after scouring the Film Education website, there's absolutely nothing on there for the film we've just seen. Sod's law that! However, they do have stuff for Nanny McPhee, which I fancy seeing. I do like Emma Thompson. Ever since I saw her on stage in King Lear in Birmingham with Kenneth Brannagh. We pratically bumped into her in the street near the stage door as she was hurrying into the theatre - "sorry, miles away," she laughed, and vanished into the building. Just struck me as very human and very civilised. And she's extraordinarily pretty. At least, she was 12 years ago! lol
Now, it's tomato soup for all (except Myf - we had popcorn!) and then we're off to Loubi's for the afternoon. She's about the only person who's had this bug that we can go socialise with. James spent the whole of yesterday with his head down the loo, or in bed. Only Myf to go, but I have a feeling that she's escaped the barfing bit. She felt a bit off on Monday night, didn't eat her dinner (macaroni - you know something is wrong if my kids don't eat their pasta) but was fine on Tuesday. Fingers crossed that was her through the bug. :)
Off like a headless chicken again today - need to go collect the orange truck from the dealers (just a bit of warranty work - and yes, it's pretty much all fixed and working again now, fingers crossed) and also, pick up a few bits for my white one. I had to go to Nottingham last night, at nearly 9pm. Was gone 10pm when I got where I was going as someone who shall remain nameless had printed all the directions out for me using Mapquest, which is next to bloody hopeless for anything more complicated than going to the local shops. The maps are out of scale, the directions are vague, listing only road names and not numbers, and so basically a 45 minute journey took me about 80 minutes. Got there, started swapping bits over between my old truck and the other one I'd gone to see, and the heavens opened. And someone who shall remain nameless had emptied the truck before going shooting last weekend. No brolly, no coat, (no maps - I'd already checked). I got soaked.
Bits swapped over (well, another story there but shan't bore you with that one) and I head home at half past 11... to be startled by a large, heavy grinding noise coming from the nether regions of my beloved old truck. I have never been so scared in my entire life. Not even when facing down a 2 year old charollais bull that was running loose in Worcester markets one day. And every time the grinding noise happened, the truck lurched and the steering when funny.
On a dark, cold, rainy night, on an unlit road through Sherwood forest. Not even a torch in the truck (he who shall remain nameless, etc etc).
Off to see what caused the noise - assuming we make it as far as Doncaster! lolol
And, of course, after scouring the Film Education website, there's absolutely nothing on there for the film we've just seen. Sod's law that! However, they do have stuff for Nanny McPhee, which I fancy seeing. I do like Emma Thompson. Ever since I saw her on stage in King Lear in Birmingham with Kenneth Brannagh. We pratically bumped into her in the street near the stage door as she was hurrying into the theatre - "sorry, miles away," she laughed, and vanished into the building. Just struck me as very human and very civilised. And she's extraordinarily pretty. At least, she was 12 years ago! lol
Now, it's tomato soup for all (except Myf - we had popcorn!) and then we're off to Loubi's for the afternoon. She's about the only person who's had this bug that we can go socialise with. James spent the whole of yesterday with his head down the loo, or in bed. Only Myf to go, but I have a feeling that she's escaped the barfing bit. She felt a bit off on Monday night, didn't eat her dinner (macaroni - you know something is wrong if my kids don't eat their pasta) but was fine on Tuesday. Fingers crossed that was her through the bug. :)
Off like a headless chicken again today - need to go collect the orange truck from the dealers (just a bit of warranty work - and yes, it's pretty much all fixed and working again now, fingers crossed) and also, pick up a few bits for my white one. I had to go to Nottingham last night, at nearly 9pm. Was gone 10pm when I got where I was going as someone who shall remain nameless had printed all the directions out for me using Mapquest, which is next to bloody hopeless for anything more complicated than going to the local shops. The maps are out of scale, the directions are vague, listing only road names and not numbers, and so basically a 45 minute journey took me about 80 minutes. Got there, started swapping bits over between my old truck and the other one I'd gone to see, and the heavens opened. And someone who shall remain nameless had emptied the truck before going shooting last weekend. No brolly, no coat, (no maps - I'd already checked). I got soaked.
Bits swapped over (well, another story there but shan't bore you with that one) and I head home at half past 11... to be startled by a large, heavy grinding noise coming from the nether regions of my beloved old truck. I have never been so scared in my entire life. Not even when facing down a 2 year old charollais bull that was running loose in Worcester markets one day. And every time the grinding noise happened, the truck lurched and the steering when funny.
On a dark, cold, rainy night, on an unlit road through Sherwood forest. Not even a torch in the truck (he who shall remain nameless, etc etc).
Off to see what caused the noise - assuming we make it as far as Doncaster! lolol
posted by Kris | 11:59 am
1 Comments:
It's a film - well, a cartoon, actually. Based on the book by Klaus Baumgart.
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