Evening everyone!
It’s late again…I reckon the rest of this 30 Day Challenge is just going to be a load of boring, midnight muses because the person whose bright idea it was to embark on this challenge is not leading interesting enough a life for new posts to come in daily.
I even made a promise to myself that this weekend I was going to write at least three blog posts, because this is my 21st post and I, ideally, I need thirty come Friday. I even had an idea for a post about tragic characters, comparing Oedipus from Sophocles’ play Oedipus Tyrannus and Roberto Benigni’s character in Life Is Beautiful. But I guess that’ll have to wait until tomorrow.
Fortunately, I did do the majority of the things I set out to do today. I finished my Chemistry write-up. Revised nerve structure. Did a nice chunk of guitar practice, where I’m preparing Isaac Albeniz’s masterpiece Asturias (which hopefully I will post here when its finished). It’s been an alright day.
I even found time to watch another film: the Wes Anderson film The Royal Tenenbaums. Whilst it did have that distinctly Anderson-esque feel to it, with the interesting face-on camera angles, unique storyline, direct script and wacky sets, I can’t say it was better than Moonrise Kingdom or The Grand Budapest Hotel, films which truly define Anderson’s style, with a load more creativity associated with both of them, not just regarding sets, but character development as well. It was, however, much better than Rushmore. It’s a shame that Rushmore was such a step away from Anderson’s brilliance, that it felt like it was just another, regular film. despite the inquisitive and fascinating main character, and a cast led by Jason Schwartzmann and Bill Murray.
Yesterday, I also watched another Coen brothers film, A Serious Man. It was fine, but absolutely nothing compared to the other Coen brothers films I’ve seen.
There, this blog is now about me randomly writing note-like sentences about the films I watch. Fortunately, the school week starts again tomorrow, so I will undoubtedly have many a story to describe to you all.
G’night
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