January 23rd '05
I've had a week of cricket against Jesuit schools from other States. I'll say no more. My horror film list is not up to date. There are about 22 films that haven't been updated, good films as well. If you'd like to know how that worked out, ask me personally. Tomorrow i attened my 3rd session of 'Writing for film and TV' with Sydney Uni continuing education. It's at newtown, which is nice. We're meant to be working on the early levels of a script. Mine hasn't developed to far. I might upload the file with my brainstorm/synopsis, although we were adviced to keep our ideas at this stage to ourselves and people we really trust. The web is pretty trustworthy though... I'll put it up soon.
I saw the new version of Alfie. I enjoyed it, but it wasn't really as good as I expected. Jude was overall good, perfect modern day actor for the job. 7/10. I just saw Alexander. I didn't like it much at all, Troy was better. Only the last battle with the elephants was memorable. 5/10 Oh and yesterday, I saw the acclaimed 'Spirited Away', it's a japanese animation, dubbed. It's dead set awesome, extraordinary. I loved it, most people not into animations love it too. It has now moved infront of A nightmare before Christmas as my favourite animation. I don't really count pixar films as animations for some reason.
January 12th '05
I was reading the script from 'Adaptation', i've seen the film before. I've decided this is my favourite scene from all films, excluding horrors ;). Nicholas Cage plays Charlie Kaufman, as well as his twin brother, Donald, in this scene.
INT. EMPTY BEDROOM - NIGHT 41 41
Kaufman, in bed masturbating, looks up at the closed door.
KAUFMAN
What?!
The door opens. Donald stands there for a moment in shadows.
DONALD
Look, you wanna hear my pitch, or what?
KAUFMAN
Go away. God damn it.
DONALD
(lost)
Y'know, I'm just trying to do something.
Kaufman squints at his brother, sits up, waits.
DONALD (CONT'D)
Hey, thanks a lot, man. Cool.
(flicks on light, then in pitch
mode:)
Okay, there's this serial killer, right --
Kaufman groans, lies down, stares at the ceiling. *
DONALD (CONT'D)
No, wait. See, he's being hunted by a
cop. And he's taunting the cop, right?
Sending clues who his next victim is.
He's already holding her hostage in his
creepy basement. So the cop gets
obsessed with figuring out her identity,
and in the process he falls in love with
her. Even though he's never even met
her. She becomes, like, the
unattainable, like the Holy Grail.
KAUFMAN *
It's a little obvious, don't you think?
pg. 25
(CONTINUED)
DONALD
Okay, but there's a twist. See, we find
out the killer suffers from multiple
personality disorder. Okay? See, he's
really also the cop and the girl. All of
them are him! Isn't that fucked-up?
Donald waits, proud. *
KAUFMAN
The only idea more overused than serial
killers, is multiple personality. On top
of that you explore the notion that cop
and criminal are really two aspects of
the same person. See every cop movie
ever made for other examples of this.
DONALD
Mom called it psychologically taut.
KAUFMAN
The other thing is, there's no way to
write this. Did you consider that? I
mean, how could you have someone held
prisoner in a basement and working in a
police station at the same time?
DONALD
Trick photography?
KAUFMAN
Okay, that's not what I'm asking. Listen
closely, what I'm asking is... in the *
reality of this movie, if there's only
one character, right?... Okay? How
could you... What exactly would the...
Donald waits blankly. Kaufman gives up, gets out of bed.
KAUFMAN (cont'd)
I agree with mom. Very taut. Sybil *
meets.. I dunno, Dressed to Kill. *
Kaufman dresses and exits.
DONALD
(calling after)
Cool. I really liked Dressed to Kill... *
until the third act denouement.
KAUFMAN (O.S.)
That's not how it's pronounced.
pg. 26
CONTINUED: 41 41
(CONTINUED)
DONALD
Oh. Okay. Sorry.
January 6th '05
Watched a few films recently and here's my review.
Girl, Interrupted: I liked it. Angelina Jolie was really good, different to times of late (tombraider). The whole thing is pretty serious (lots of suicide), but a relatively happy ending. 7.5/10
25th Hour: Edward Norton's (fight club, american history x) character is convicted for 7 years for drug dealing. The movie follows his last day. Slow film but really very good with great acting all around. Claire Danes is hot again. 8/10
Philadelphia: Tom Hanks, Denzel Washington and Antonia Bandera's. Tom and Antonia are a gay couple. The film is about aids, gay rights and a court trial. If you don't like gays, then you might not like it, besides that, great film. 7.5/10
Training Day: I had to be convinced to watch this, but it wasn't all that bad. Interesting, but over the top story. Good fun. Denzel is great. 6.5/10
One Hour Photo: yeah, it was okay... robin williams continues his alternative phase staring as some freak dude stalker photo developer guy. ultimately, it's dull and ends unsatisfactorily. one great scene though. 5.5/10
I've got godfather part II out, I'm not sure if i'll see it, i can always borrow it off Findley if I don't. I watched part I, it was great, I'm not sure why I'm hesitant to start II. Also, I have the most wreched sunburn, all over. It's hard to do anything, the burns on my hand make even typing this difficult. I'm staying home attempting to minimalise pain and stay out of more sun tomorrow, so I might do something or other on this page.
January 2nd '05
A whole lot has happened since last time I wrote here. I celebrated my own birthday, Father Christmas' birthday and the year's birthday too. My horror collection has grown considerably. I can't work out how it grew at this time of year, with every last cent of my own spent on gifts for family and friends... but it did. Well, it now totals 38. I sniffed out a VHS 1st hand version of the Exorcist for $10, so expect another one added to the total soon. $10 is alot for my collection, the average video would have been bought for $3-4, but most of my films are 2nd hand. Anyhow, I'm about to create a page dedicated to my collection, which may or may not be interactive. Merry happy christmas new year.
December 11th '04
UPDATE: 3 new horror films since last time i told you - Scream 2, Halloween 2 and Halloween Resurection.
it's the holidays and i've too much time on my hands. As a consequence, i watch more films and write more here, or so I suspect. Now I've decided to list the films I rented in the last few days.
Magnolia - great cast including cruise and moore. 3hr movie and requires LOTS of thought and attention. multiple plots. 6.5/10
L.A Confidential - Crime thriller with Spacey, Crowe and Pearce 8/10
Lolita - black and white kubrick film, about a 14yr old relation with a middle aged man. 7.5/10
Citizen Kane - black and white classic that supposedly influenced every film since it. nowadays though, decent but inevitable dull. still must be seen though. 7/10
From Dusk till Dawn - tarintino script, but he acts alot in it also. george clooney. CRAZY film, lots of fun 6.5/10 -
American Beauty - spacey film, simply brilliant. depicts what seems to be a standard american family. look closer ;) 9/10
Schindler's List - jewish holocaust as well as story about a man who employed over a thousand jews to save them. explicit for only an m rating - 8/10
rented, but not viewed yet - The Godfather, Casablanca
December 7th '04
Dear Matthew Reilly,
Below you will find a link to my story that I am entering in your competition this year. I hope you enjoy it. There was Grace
November 18th '04
I love this photo - I stole it from Graces livejournal (thanks).
November 16th '04
MSN and myself.
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
well
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
Guillaume
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
I was wondering if...
- xxxGWAmI .;::;. ya ya says:
no he did not get one
- xxxGWAmI .;::;. ya ya says:
u wonder on....
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
you'd like to come to my formal with me?
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
it's okay if you don't want too
- xxxGWAmI .;::;. ya ya says:
well Paul, i would love to go to your formal with you...
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
really!?
- xxxGWAmI .;::;. ya ya says:
but you see i can not because i myself am busy on that night with my own formal
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
oh, but um
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
no
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
you're right
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
i should have thought before hand
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
i didn't want to take you anyways
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
it was a dare
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
i got paid to do it
- xxxGWAmI .;::;. ya ya says:
i do believe that would have been the more mature thinking
- xxxGWAmI .;::;. ya ya says:
yes ofcourse you did
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
i did
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
why would I want to take you!
- xxxGWAmI .;::;. ya ya says:
i wouldnt know u sick freak
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
I just wanted my own family!
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
Is that too much to ask!
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
Guillaume
- xxxGWAmI .;::;. ya ya says:
yes
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
I want a divorce
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
and where have you been young man?
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
coming home at this hour in the morning!
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
and look at you!
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
you're drunk!
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
Your mother and I were worried sick about you
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
we rang all your friend's parents
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
we were about to contact the police
- xxxGWAmI .;::;. ya ya says:
ok paul ur scaring me
- xxxGWAmI .;::;. ya ya says:
please stop
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
you're grounded young man
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
go to your room while we decide how long
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
Dad
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
how are babies made?
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
Ross told me it happens when a girl and a boy kiss each other naked
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
is that what happens Daddy?
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
oh and Dad
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
one other thing
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
is Santa Clause real?
- xxxGWAmI .;::;. ya ya says:
god daym ur goin crazy boi
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
Guillaume
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
go on without me
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
I'm not going to make it
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
and tell Susan...
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
I love her
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
No Guillaume!
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
I'll just slow you down!
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
Save yourself, you'll get yourself killed like this.
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
Guillaume
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
Your relationship with God is something you'll find inside yourself
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
I don't have all the answers for you
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
You must look inside, the answers are all there.
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
Maybe Guillaume, you can see me after Mass next Sunday
Boho Paul. I sell pokemon cards. says:
We'll take another look at the progress you've made on your journey to bring faith
and the Lord back into your life
November 15th '04
No! I've done it again. I wrote the most unconventional piece for my creative writing section in my end of year English exam. Unconventional in a bad way. To start with, I wouldn't know what to clasify this as. It wasn't a story, you couldn't call it a speech but it wasn't a feature article. It was a crazy rant, reminiscent of something you'd read on here. To top it off, some spurr of the moment decision to make the piece stand out even more, made me conclude the work with a paragraph suggesting that we should hit our kids. I'm pretty sure the marker is just going to believe I haven't made a genuine attempt at this. I've always believed that the best work is original stuff, not old stuff perfected. Like Tarintino for example, his work is unique, different, but it works. Now, I think I've discovered my problem. I'm not as smart, creative or generally brilliant as Quentin Tarintino. Snap back to reality. Now I will get lower marks than tools who'll write about a dysfunctional family and a teenager who contemplates suicide. Fuckers.
November 11th '04
I took a hit today. Got myself prepped for a nice Thursday, hit up first period, then bang. Vision Imparement. Ahhhhh crap. This meant one thing, I was about to take on another Migrane. Dead set, those bastards hurt. Hurt like some fucker. Well, I found my way in a state of anti-bliss, to Mr. Flanders. I'm fugitive #1 of Mr. Flanders, so turning myself in for the sake of rest and medication gives you an idea of how much I respect the wrath of Migranes.
I laid still and waited. It hit. Hit hard. Eventually I let Flanders know I was going to need the full deal. A trip home. He called my dear Mother. The ho didn't pick up. He called my dear father. The fucker had a dentist appointment. So, in my sickly state, my initiative value of 100 million got me on my wobbly feet and walking to the main road. With the help of a teacher I had learnt to respect from his Roid-Rage, I found a taxi. So we travelled to me den in some horroshow state, taking some long way like some fucker. The taxi-driver (more like taxi-fucking-dickhead) did not shut up. He understood clearly that I was ill like a fucker, but he continued to fucking talk about some shit in an accent thicker than custard.
I made it home, just, and dished out the 60 odd bucks the trip had cost me. I ripped me clothes off and hit the fucking deck. I slept like some real ill fucker, that being what I was. The ever-caring, but low prioritiser, father figure had arrived. He was smart enough to wake me up like a fucker. Fucking hell, there was to be no chance of me hitting up some sleep again. 'Pain in the gulliver Dad'. I finally found dreamland again, with my next awakening being fair-go, with the intensity of my headache dropping considerably. The first words of me kind-hearted father were something about me missing Cricket. Like a fucker I missed cricket, I was lucky to be fuckin' breathin' after that horrorshow display of illness.
Ahh shit, me head still hurts abit now, but only when I be moving it. I'm doubting my presence at the school institute tomorrow. Anyhow, I'll be around. I survived! -.-
November 9th '04
The most noteworthy change of late would be the second episode of The O.C available for viewing each week. Thanks to Stevie A, the season has been ruined for me, but I watch it just so there is something to talk about with people that don't offer anything interesting from personal creation. The two episodes seems a little over the top, it's not really a good thing. It just means the series will be over with quicker. Then, I suspect, the teenyboppers will shrivel up and hybernate until the second season arrives. Maybe they'll die. Heh.
Now, to the really important things... pfffft. There are no really important things. Don't bother letting people tell you there are. School Certificate - what's that shit?
Oh! I just remembered. The plan! In attempt to become the ultimate film buffs, Findley and myself have decided to relieve ourselves of the strain of a day of school, to attend a session of box office films exceeding any precedent. We'll leave for school at a fair usual time, but the journey will end short at Town Hall. We'll walk the hundred metres to the haven of all commercial cinemas. George St. Hoyts. On the back of a single ticket, we'll spend the day, watching consecutive films until the time that'd be considered the end of ones day.
Soup Plus: This that they call a restaurant was of fair dissapointment. When we attended the first time, we were needing a mere chill location. For chilling, Soup Positive surpasses all competition. The dim lights set the atmosphere, which was just totally laid back. When looking for a chill location, attend between lunch and dinner. The location is empty and the drinks are good.
We planned our next visit, this time, requiring dinner. We believed that Soup Plus would be up for the job, but it was honestly a let down. The chilled atmosphere didn't work for us now, in need of more intensity. They didn't even get any music going. The meals weren't prepped and the staff treated us as if we were arrogant and thought we were superior. It was, alas, a dissapointment. The night wasn't a total loss, I viewed 'Hero', alone (thus making me more of a film buff than Findley).
November 8th '04
Well, been a while since any near update. Here is the thing that's been holding my attention enough to keep me from posting anything. It's the ol' horror film. The collection started one faithful day in Lindfield about 4 months ago. I've now built a collection that impresses me at least. With some time, I should be able to give some good info on all the films I own. For now, I'll just list them.
I added my 20th title to the list yesterday.
Scream
Scream 3
Valentine
House on Haunted Hill (remake)
Pet Semetary 2
Candyman
The Blair Witch Project
A Nightmare on Elm St.
Halloween
Halloween 5
The Lift
Childs Play 3
Bride of Chucky
Ringu, Ring 2, Ring 0 (box set)
Misery
Dog Soldiers
Night of the Living Dead
Dawn of the Dead (remake)
August 22nd '04
Invention of the century: The Microsoft MSN 'Display Picture'.
Many years did we survive of the bare minimum of instant messaging devices. We found it revolutionary when you could rename people on ICQ, felt God-like when we could change our status on the first messenger and toyed with peoples minds with the inclusion of emoticons. Now, a new force has made MSN supreme, the Display Picture. Want to get the message across that your a hot beast? Upload a personal photo. Want to share your favourite porn star pose? Go ahead. Have a love of cheese? Let us know. Thanks to the world changing MSN Display Pic, we can do all that plus more! Pay tribute to the brains behind the remarkable technology, now. Thanks. Paul.
August 11th '04
What? Nothing? The complete lack of anything worthy of aknowledgement at all? Can it be? No. Of course not. How dare you doubt me. There is always something amazing that happens each day. Something that truly surprises you. Something that makes you think a little harder than normal. You win if you can remember the things that count at the end of each day. And you lose if you can't. That's why there are so many losers. So many people don't take count of what's going on. They just live there life. And Kapow, your 12 years old. Kapow, your 20. Kapow, you've hit 36. It goes on. People live their lives in boredom, because they think that's what they are meant to do. But who says what YOU are meant to do. These losers have got to take charge, find some inspiration and do something with there lives. 'Think out-side the square', as the institutions try to insinuate (They don't realise they've already set-up the opposite). Don't think that popping pills or drinking is rebelling. It's not. They expect you to do that. In this day and age, rebelling would be helping the elderly at an old-people's home, or helping in cleaning up your local beach or nature reserve. Don't be the suckers of what you've been taught to be. Get a life.
August 10th '04
The crowded train reeked of the bitching of an unskilled worker. He impresses a fellow talentless try hard with his ignorance. He shows he's a real digger by blatantly ignoring polite indications from a year seven private school girl that she would like to move down the stairs. The whining continues, with the unskilled worker letting out his opinions at a level of volume that the whole carriage would have most definately heard. The unskilled worker wasn't a fan of the private school student. He didn't get the chance they got, so his jealously turned into anger, which led him to the dark side or something. Well, the ignorant unskilled worker kept his seat and made what he categorised as 'jokes' to his talentless buddy about 'knocking the faces off any cunt who wanted him to move'. The unskilled worker couldn't hack the fact that he screwed up his life and these kids hadn't yet. He was going to bring the world down with him. While all this went on, I sat silently, observing, as I so often do, the selfishness of the unskilled worker. Hurstville, my station, was coming up. I decided to run the risk of the unskilled worker also being a Hurstvillian. "You fucking prick, you reek of jealousy. Just because you live off a minimum wage and feed your accidental child with no frills foods doesn't mean your better for being worse. You take your anger out on people who's only crime is still having a potentially succesful life. I'm going to cut off your eye-lids and leave you in a desert." I said all of that, except some, which I didn't say. Anyways, after some time, I sensed that something had ticked and it had sunk in that I was insulting him. At that point, I squeezed through closing doors at the homely site of Hurstville station. The unskilled worker had been a downer on one of the cheerful days of winter.
August 5th '04
Through sapped vision you see the others suffer a pain you hid once ago. But you were lucky. You have the knowledge they are forced to find through suffering. You know they won't take an explanation they haven't discovered themselves. The lacking presence of sleep is eager to hit your routine, but you feel there needs be more put down. The troubled friend juggles with the possibilities whilst you wait and know that tickling them would trigger a dropping of all. Starting from the shattered floor changes your fickled view, but you fiddle with ideas that you've conquered past hauntings. Subtle reminders tickle a smile into emerging, a knowing smile, that lets you settle to a satisfied rest. For once, you can laugh at the ignorance. You daringly imagine the realities of a missing face. But which face? The thoughts are gone. You compare your print with zodiac prophecies to check in with the real world. Then you check out. And sleep.
August 4th '04
Then your best friend meets the one you knew you'd never see and you think it might be possible except that the one she met was not you, almost you, but still not you. You came second and won nothing. Second is last. Slowly, it turns back into a dream. You deal with it, but watch a bit more television. You look at the perfect screwups and giggle about the oxymoron you accidently made. You stop, get a drink and when you sit back down, the inspiration is gone and the story doesn't finish.
'Til again
July 29th '04
But sometimes you wish you could just zoom out, look at the whole thing and see that none of the crap you worry about everyday means jack all. The persepective you get though, totally sucks. The shit that's in your mind is the bitchin' and the whinin' about the little hurdles of life. You gotta forget that crap and realise it doesn't matter in the big picture. Your nothing. What you do doesn't matter and your never gonna make it. Get over yourself.
So what if I can make a difference, why should I? You bitch and whine trying to tell us that we can do all this great shit, but you forget to tell us why we should. Why shouldn't I be an ignorant bastard who doesn't give a shit about people I don't know? You've got the whole thing screwed up. People do drugs because of you. You aint gonna get me off my ass to do it, when I get stuck with the short term perspective that makes me have to deal with the shit that will mean nothing in a year. Sometimes I envy the geeks who try to escape an unfair reality by reading books about fantasy realms at lunchtime. Sometimes I don't.
July 28th '04
Like hey like woah like how you do?
Shit hitting the fan.
When the shit hits the fan, the shit doesn't just get mangled, it goes everywhere. Everyone gets covered in it. The expression actually has more to it than you think. Once everyone's covered in the crap, they can't go walkin' around with it all over them, they gotta do something about it. So lots of people who didn't have anything to do with the launching of the shit towards the fan have to suffer. It really sucks when your one of the people that happened to be in the room whilst the crap undergo'ed fanning. So in conclusion, refrain from letting your crap hit the fan and flush it down the toilet like everyone else.
July 27th '04
I've decided to give television a chance. Without Survivor, I wouldn't normally spend much time with the ol' television set, but since last week, I've been spending more than the usual 5 minutes on the free-to-air afternoon and evening tv shows. With my increased tolerance, I've discovered the odd few that might actually be worth my time.
Those currently in Paul's limelight:
The OC. The tales and trauma's of Orange County is living up to it's advertising phrase - '10's bitchin' new drama'. It combines teenage problems (although the actors don't look younger than 20) with a touch of the intellect of Dawson's Creek. The chicks are hot, it has a catchy theme song and the main character you feel you could relate with.
Comedy Inc: It's more fun to laugh at people than at neutral jokes made by people, that's why Comedy Inc's superior to it's competition like skit house and the sketch show. C. Inc is a send up of basically everything, no one is safe from the wrath of the Inc team. These guys do the job well and your guaranteed a good laugh.
I'll add anything else worth the trouble if I discover it. Show to look out for: The Joe Shmo Show.
July 26th '04
Well hello there. It's Paul, formerly known as 'Ghiles' (sad identity crisis last year), bringing his site back to uh... life :D. At this point, I don't know wether I'm gonna blog (online diary), or write more articles here, but I atleast now have a base to work off. Anyways, the old crap has been moved to a page for itself, the obscure-minded might have a mild interest for it.
So, a fresh start. I can't guarantee much activity here, but hey, there's the possibility. I might even recover my digicam and take photos of stuff and things and pets. I'd also like to engage a more positive atmosphere with the site of '04, in contrast to last years attempt to express myself through angry writing :S. Anyways, I am Paul. Good Day.
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