So, film review number two of the weekend!
Good morning, good afternoon, good evening and goodnight! That Guy here, and as part of our “we’re back”, I’m writing a trio of film reviews for tonight, tomorrow night and Sunday night. Aren’t we all lucky, eh?
Good morning, good afternoon, good evening and good night. That Guy here, for my first review since Morgan Freeman knows when… But I’m back, and I plan to stay, and it’s all thanks to the lady who requested this review. You know who you are – thank you for believing in my opinion.
And without further ado… here it is.
Fuckity hi! Sorry it’s been so desperately long! There was this bitch, you probably know her. Life? Yeah she fucking caught up with me, in a good sort of way though. To make up for being absolutely horrible(and I really do feel quite horrible.) you get four shorter poems! All jammed together with no correlation between each other at all, except for the fact that they were written by yours truly! I swear to god I’ve lost my mind, I hope you enjoy witnessing my downward spiral!
I don’t want anyone to think that my writing this post is some sort of come-back special, I always said that when Sir Christopher Lee died I wanted to write the obituary. This is the day that I have been dreading since I first became aware of the work of one of the finest, most brilliant, most fascinating actors in British history; Sir Christopher Lee. While I can’t help but be saddened by the passing of such a great man, the grief so many people must feel right now surely can’t help but be softened by the awareness of the remarkable life that Sir Christopher led. This is a man that served as a real life James Bond during WW2, told Peter Jackson how a man reacts when he is stabbed in the back because he had done it himself, released several heavy metal albums, was fluent in English, Italian, French, Spanish and German, moderately proficient in Swedish, Russian and Greek and conversational in Mandarin Chinese. He was an expert fencer and taught Oliver Reed how to fence, was a stunt driver in The Man with The Golden Gun, was once one of the tallest working actors at 6’5, appeared in almost 300 films, he was a direct descendant of Holy Roman Emperor Charlemagne and a distant descendant of Confederate General Robert E. Lee, his mother was a countess, he was married to a Swedish model for over 50 years, the only member of the Lord of the Rings tilogy cast to have met Tolkien, Ian Fleming’s cousin and was one of the most iconic figures of British film let alone horror.
The really impressive thing about Sir Christopher Lee is that he never stopped acting, despite age and bouts of ill health. Regardless of the fact he was typecast as a horror actor, he had exceptional comedic talent, having been considered for Leslie Nielsen role in Airplane and having a really pretty awesome cameo role in the otherwise forgettable Burke and Hare He was the most memorable part of any film he was in, I will miss him and my thoughts go out to his family at this difficult time.
R.I.P Sir Christopher Lee
And it’s also my birthday. On behalf of the whole site, and all of you at home, happy birthday to me!
Apologies for the inactivity since the last post. It’s time for another music review. Today I thought I’d drag something out from the murky depths of obscurity, ‘Honeythief’ by the relatively unknown dream-pop band Halou.