Everything in its Right Place

The Golden Lion, The Weight and The Pick-up Truck It certainly, I think, is not a good idea to drop acid and go to the pub. Someone in our midst had offered the prospect of a football match and back in the miserable front room of the battered house it had rushed to us in a coat of wonder, with us all thinking of the green and the glory of the ultimate game. Everyone embracing and becoming transfixed with our own nostalgic elements, my main one being quite randomly the voices of excited commentators (Aguerooooo), which became amplified by the trip and the blandness of our environment. One of the present company was transfixed by the idea of the smell of the stands on match day and kept mumbling about steak and kidney pies. Of course, we were all to spaced and none of us thought to mention that these smells would not be present at our local dive of a pub. The cut through the park on the way to The Golden Lion was a mesmerising one. Nature and hallucinogens always collide with the m...

Marvel… Just one viewing of  Captain America: Civil War,  no matter your level of familiarity with Marvel studios, will leave you wondering at just how they managed to make it. It is one example amongst many others that nails a franchise blockbuster. Sure, it contains an inherently conservative plot, but the delicateness of crafting a film that can be followed by a newcomers and yet still contain varying wealth’s of knowledge for avid to fanatic watchers, as well as advertising for films to be released two years from now, is, forgive the pun, something to be simply marvelled at. The plot is following the events of  Avengers: Age of Ultron  and the aftermath of saving the world, where in doing so they destroyed a city and took lives. A political analogy is even there for America and its interference, Segovia (the city destroyed) much like Iraq for America. Thus, the various heroes (and there are literally so many) are split between Captain America; who does...

SCREEN BLACK Sounds of SEX. The man’s GRUNTS dominant, the woman’s feeble. FADE IN: INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT A low rate room. Sounds of the street seep through the thin windows. An Austin university jumper and other clothes lie on the bed, along with FREDERIC and CATHERINE who are in the missionary position. Frederic is early 30s, balding and appealing only in the face. Catherine is mid 20s, pretty in an unconventional way. INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT Grimy white tiling and shoddy plaster. The ceiling light hangs lower than it should. Catherine stands crying at the bathroom mirror pulling at her hair. She yanks her CROSS NECKLACE from her neck and throws it in the bin. She deliberates for a time, then picks it back up. INT. HOTEL ROOM - DAY Frederic standing naked throws clothes and bags on to the bed, waking Catherine. CATHERINE I thought we were going to the river to fish today? FREDERIC Well we’re not. We’re leaving for Madrid ...