To Rome with Love
Spoiler level, on a range of Zero to Barry Ronge: 5
Woody Allen’s latest, as we seem required to call it, is not bad. Continue reading “The 43rd Woody”
To Rome with Love
Spoiler level, on a range of Zero to Barry Ronge: 5
Woody Allen’s latest, as we seem required to call it, is not bad. Continue reading “The 43rd Woody”
Taking the train every day you see a lot of interesting things. Some of the graffiti is most interesting indeed. I spend a lot of time looking at it, smirking, and taking surreptitious photos, leading a lot of people to believe I am a creep. Who cares? I’m not the only one. Graffiti comes from the Italian word graffiato, which means ‘scratched’. The Afrikaans word for scratch is ‘krap’. The English word for what a lot of this graffiti is, is ‘crap’. It’s all nicely summed up in my first picture.
Something fairly interesting happened on the train this morning.
MediaSlut used to compile this list, but hasn’t done one recently, and since I was gasping to find out where Kick Off is in the top 20 these days, I decided to pull it together myself. Continue reading “Top South African magazines on Twitter”
Ah, gifs. The gift that keeps on giffing.
Last night at the Two Door Cinema Club gig, at a secret location in a location, I tried out this gif app I found in the Android store.
It’s just like actually being there, right!?! Continue reading “Gif it to me, baby”
Ryan Gosling has two expressions in Drive: blank, and almost-blank – but everyone agrees he’s brilliant. Why? Because of early Soviet cinema. Continue reading “Jy dink jy’s cooler as Kuleshov”
Simon and I took our American friend Kerry for a walk on the Seapoint Promenade recently. They talked big ideas and I played with my phone.
As a serious postcolonial theorist Kerry was horrified by how kids in this country play on simulation oxwagons. So of course I made her pose on one. One has to keep one’s sense of humour. Continue reading “Creepy statues on the Promenade”
I watched Matrix Revolutions yesterday. What a pile of shit. Continue reading “Matrix Revolutions my arse”
The Ghost Writer is the film Roman Polanski completed from his prison cell, after being arrested in Switzerland for the (alleged) rape of then-13-year-old Samantha Geimer in 1977. Continue reading ““A cheeky fuck””