Don’t you just absolutely hate when you look forward to something since the very first moment you hear about it, then when the opportunity rolls around to experience it other elements of your life crop up and get in the way? Me too. As soon as I saw a trailer for the Lego Jurassic World video game I knew what my future would entail. I got a bonus last month, so treated myself to a pre-order. The game arrived on Saturday (Amazon put it in a giant box so it couldn’t be delivered on Friday and I ad to go collect it), and it’s still entombed within it’s cellophane wrapper. What has become of the world? Why must I be cursed with house guests and walks in the countryside?!? For what purpose to I burden myself with these time-consuming blogging goals, and why do I adhere to them instead of playing as a tiny plastic Muldoon!?! Why!?!?!?!?!? Anyway, here’s what I did do this week, most of which was tainted by the knowledge that there’s a game based on two of my favourite things, I own a copy, yet doing the stuff on this post got in the way of me even OPENING THE DAMN THING. Continue reading
It’s never a good sign when I begin my notes to a film with an exclamation of my distaste at what I’m seeing on screen, so the fact that the first scrawling for Tetsuo is “Gah!” should be viewed as a sign for bad things to come. This expression of shock and mild gagging was to a man, who apparently is named the Metal Fetishist (Shin’ya Tsukamoto, who also wrote and directed this), cutting a gouge down his leg and inserting a metal rod into it, parallel to the bone. Bear in mind last week I suffered a mild leg injury via bicycle accident (slamming on my brakes when a car turned without indicating led me to rake my leg down the metal grip-studs on my pedal, leaving me looking like I’ve survived a mild velociraptor attack), this visual did not go down well with me. Nor did the wound being filled with maggots. Delightful. The man who inserted the bar into his leg – which by no means impedes his ability to walk or run on it – seems to be turning into a man made entirely of scrap metal. Whether he is intending to or it is happening beyond his control is just one of the many questions Tetsuo throws up that I’m more than OK not receiving an answer to.