I absolutely adore Tim Burton. Admittedly his most recent films haven't been the greatest in the film world, but next year seems to show a revert back to his original interest of gothic animation.
Frankenweenie's cast includes Burton's favourites such as Winona Ryder, Catherine O'Hara, Martin Landau and Conchata Ferrell. The film tells the story of Young Victor conducting scientific experiments to bring his dog back to life... But with this comes some strange side effects.
It's a very depressing question to ask yourself on Christmas day. Sausages wrapped in bacon are the one thing on that whole plate of food that turn it from good to great. The simpleness of a sausage wrapped in a meaty coat of bacon is a luxury so pleasurable it makes me want to cry. But you know what else made me want to cry? When I saw one laying on my plate, all pink and juicy, and likened it to Brad's severed penis in Teeth. What made it worse was watching my dog eat one too.
I'm sorry to put that horrific image in your head, but I wanted you to feel my pain, because apparently I'm a sadistic cruel woman. Currently I'm writing a 4,500 word essay on how women are represented as monstrous in film, and chose Teeth as my main film to discuss. So, instead of watching The Snowman or playing family games, I've taken it upon myself to spend my Christmas break repeatedly analysing scenes in which Dawn castrates men. I'm also writing this for a very, very strong feminist who hasn't seen Teeth, so describing this film and how it does portray feminism effectively is a particular challenge I'm finding interesting.
I get told my dog looks a little S&M in this...
My Christmas hasn't been completely filled with vagina dentata, however. I've watched Elf (possibly my favourite Christmas film besides Jingle All The Way), Santa Claus The Movie and Miracle on 34th Street. These are my go to films to get me in the Christmasy mood. Usually Love Actually is whacked out on Christmas Eve, but this year my family chose to walk my dog through muddy woods then crack open the champagne - Not a bad substitute. I just watched the scene with Andrew Lincoln telling Keira Knightley he loved her through cards on YouTube. That's one of the only reasons I watch that film, and to see Rowan Atkinson as the sales assistant, and Bill Nighy as the rock star... Oh sod it, I actually bloody love that film.
Christmas day itself was a wonderful affair, besides the whole penis incident... I got some lovely presents including amazing speakers for my laptop so I can watch scenes like this and listen to every little detail:
After I've written this essay, I'm doing a research project of the same length on Batman Returns... Hopefully that won't traumatise New Years for me too much. I hope your Christmas was filled my merriment and joy, and you have a lovely new year! I'm sure you'll be kept up to date with my opinions on penis-less men again at some point.
I know, I don't usually like change either, but this time its for the good, trust me!
If you're a keen reader of this blog, or just keep up to date with the things I do through the various social networking sites, you probably would have noticed I've slowed down on the reviews and features. This isn't because I've grown to dislike it intently, it's because I'm a 3rd year student, soon to be an unemployed graduate.
To anyone that's been to university, or to anyone with an imagination, you'll understand what its like to juggle university work, a part-time job, the desperate attempts at trying to find work experience, and not forgetting the social life you somehow have to create. This is exactly what I'm experiencing at the moment.
I naively thought I'd be able to jump into 3rd year no problem and settle back in fine. The truth is, the gear's changed and I'm not fond of it. The workload is incredibly intense, and the expectations are high. In order to even try and get close to what is needed, I had to cut a few things off the list, and one of those things (regrettably) was adding to this blog. I tried writing as much as I could, but I found my writing lost its edge a bit. I started to feel that I had to write rather than a wanting to write.
This is why my blogs have been very infrequent, even though I promised to do more, and even start those vlogs again - Yeah, that's not going to happen. It turns out I'm too cringe stricken to even face watching my old ones, let alone start doing more.
So, with all this in mind, I'm going to change what The Film Obsession is. Rather than just a way of advertising my articles to readers of the Internet, I'm going to turn it into a more personal blog. I'll write about weird encounters I have, exciting things to happen to me, and generally talk about things that intrigue me. Of course I'll still write reviews and features on film, because that is what I love. But I'm hoping this new sense of personalisation will help with finding my writing style again.Too many times I've written formal essays that my creative writing has started to feel too formal. And formality is the last thing I want... Which probably isn't the best, come to think.
ANYWAY.
"The Film Obsession... And my weird and wonderful life" starts here.
