chilung

Still fucking sick. Yep. Possibly slightly worse off, Anyway cooked a good meal for the first time in a while. A small green tea and tamari organic lamb forequarter rack with a little fig thing (somewhere between a chutney and compote of some sort), some puy lentils, spinach and saffron basmati (i needed to use the rice). It wasn't bad. My social life is still doing do-eys (I have no idea how to spell this be no car-nut so apologies to anyone who is) around me and leaving smoke trails. Saw the new Hamlet at the Jam factory. Paid $15 to see the director, Geoffry Wright, (guy who directed Romper Stomper) and the lead, Sam Worthington, (I thought secret life, but as it turned it was Love my way and Somersault which is how I knew the name probably). It felt dated. It also felt clunky. Hearing an Australian say the word bloody in a broad Australian accent and trying to fit it into iambic pentameter...eep.

Gary Sweet wasn't too bad as Duncan though, and the kid playing Fleance (though its a small role) was able to do something that pretty much most of the cast were unable to do. Make the dialogue fit. People were saying one thing and often doing another, and somethings I felt were kept in just because they were well-known rather than because they suited the setting. The cinematography was painful, too many handheld shots with the we'll shake the camera around to make it appear handheld either that or their editor was drunk, and I mean really drunk. Baz did it better and I didn't neccesairly like Romeo and Juliet. I thought that was poppy and enjoyable, but more importantly it fitted, people delivered dialogue that was backed up by the actions, the damn thing flowed. It must be noted that one of the producers was Victoria Hill. Draw your own conclusions. The soundtrack was good, but Australian films generally have decent soundtracks. Poor direction and horribly sexist, sad because I liked Romper Stomper.