Last week, I went to Birmingham to attend day one of the EGX Expo at the NEC, but seeing as I had some time as well to kill, just before breakfast on the Friday morning, I decided to wander over to the canal and record a new Not My Front Room video blog while walking around the place.
Looking back at the footage, it appears I also forgot to wipe my nose which of course if what everyone wants to see. This was not the only video to be recorded last week, and a video log of EGX will be uploaded soon, along with some writing about some games I managed to play during the day. For now, enjoy the below!
In the news today, there was an almighty tussle on stage in New York State, where Donald Trump and Hilary Clinton first went head to head during a presidential debate, broadcast to around 100 million people. The outcome was staggering, with many onlookers still nowhere near deciding who is the least bad option.
But we’re not going to care about that.
Nah, it’s much better to remark on something we truly don’t care about. The world of sport! You see, in the world of ball foot, this happened;
Yes, another England manager bit the dust due to being caught out for lies, treachery and bad impressions, which means that the FA is on the lookout again for yet another soon to be ex-employee. Seems Sam Allardyce should be more careful in future when attempting to be corrupt. Not to worry, he will find his feet at the local McDonalds drive-thru soon enough.
But hang on a moment. Maybe this is an opportunity. Well, given how much they seem to pay and I have zero experience, why not me? So below, is my video job application for the England Manager job. Which I tweeted to the FA. I really did. Well they never did leave any address to post the CV to…..
It’s been a while since we last went to the cinema to check out another opus from Hollywoodland, and this time, we’re going off the beaten path to look at a film that got its premiere at this year’s Sundance Festival and on the face of it from the trailer, just looked as if it had award bait written all over it. Directed by Ira Sachs, who has never come up on the radar before at all, and therefore I wasn’t sure what to expect either.
However, rather than be about men with small penises which the arts world would cry over, Little Men actually is about two boys, played by Theo Taplitz as Jake Jardine and Michael Barbieri as Tony Calvelli. it’s the first time seeing them on screen, and I couldn’t help but think that half the time, Theo Taplitz looked like the chap with the broken legs from Game of Thrones.
Anyway, the two likely lads became best friends when a death of Greg Kinnear’s father brings two families together, as one family takes ownership of a shop the other’s mother (played by Paulina Garcia) does business in. In essence, this film is about something which could happen in real life and how what happens gets dealt with along with the meh of going to school and pretending to give a s*it about other people in and out of the classroom. Even to the point of getting into a fight when someone thinks your best friend is gay. School and the people in it even as years have gone by, are still a**holes.
The two boys get on like a house on fire, despite clear differences in their attitudes on life and behaviour. But as mentioned, slowly we see life get in the way, as basically Greg Kinnear (playing Brian Jardine whose father passed away) and his sister find they need cash and therefore have to charge three times as much rent for the store as before. This causes Paulina to get hostile and basically make personal attacks at Greg, until finally notice is served for her to leave. Continue reading →
It’s been a couple of weeks since last Ooh Sometimes got updated again, so in the meantime you lucky blog readers can catch up again with the latest couple of weeks worth of “Not My Front Room”, the weekly-ish video blog series I recently started where I’m somewhere other than my front room, remarking on my surroundings before going back to what’s new and hip from the past week.
This week’s Not My Front Room came from a tree stump on Shepherds Bush Green, where in between waiting for PC parts to be tested and drinking a coffee from the great tax avoiders known as Starbucks, I decided to waffle on about how I was getting on and also what games I had been playing. Enjoy!
In many ways, it’s much better that this is a mini meh as opposed to going into details about what happens on screen with this one. Even the title says too much without directly showing anything bad upfront, though to be honest, you just have to wait till the end of the movie for that as it goes….
In a film which seems to have come out of nowhere with relatively small amounts of advertising save for some signs about previews on the previous Bank Holiday Monday, we find ourselves looking at a new adult animated film from Seth Rogan with an all star cast of voice actors which was actually quite surprising, but that doesn’t come close to what awaits you.
The setting for this ridiculous film is within a supermarket where in essence all the food and douches (yes….keep going) is alive and all just waiting for that magic day that they get chosen by the gods (aka, us normal human beings) to be taken to the great beyond where they will live in paradise. Our main hero, Frank who is a sausage basically can’t wait for the day that he gets inside a bread roll called Brenda who is his girlfriend and they even just preempt things by just touching tips.
But all is not well when Honey Mustard comes back from the great beyond and tells everyone what the gods do to the food when they reach the great beyond. When they all get picked by a god, Honey mustard basically commits suicide and in the process separates our heroes from said god and the paradise they believed they were going to. They also stop Douche, a feminine hygiene from reaching the Great Beyond, and because his nozzle is broken and he’s discarded, Douche becomes the main villain, juicing up whenever he can to exact his revenge. Continue reading →
It’s been quite a while since we’ve looked at any film releases on this blog, owing to various factors, and in some ways, that’s a shame as we’ve missed out on some of the biggest releases of the year so far; Suicide Squad, Warcraft, Star Trek: Beyond (a joke) among a few of the names out there. But rest assured, I will visit those when they come out on DVD later in the year and therefore perhaps while missing some of the big screen “magic”, it won’t be hard to come up with some words to write about them all.
So having come to recent releases, it’s actually rather amusing that we come to a release of a sequel that no-one asked for; Mechanic: Resurrection, starring one of my favourite man crushes Jason “His Nipples are deadly weapons” Statham. However, to be honest, can anyone remember what happened in the first film? Damned if I could.
But who cares, right? We’ve got the royal Statham back in a lead role, ready to kick various degrees of bottom in a more action-orientated way than what we saw of him in the comedy-of-which-I-didn’t-laugh-once, Spy. Surely this action film out of nowhere can bring some goods to the table, especially given we seem to have Jessica Alba and Tommy Lee Jones joining the fray?
Err……no. Basically what is revealed on screen is one of the funniest non-funny films of the year. It slots nicely into the so bad, it’s good category. Certainly not worth a trip to the box office, but worth a laugh at a later time. Why do I say this? Continue reading →
Hi campers, since I’ve been away from the computer and doing other things since, I decided to try and continue with from time to time doing some video work using the mobile phone wherever I happened to be to talk about a few things and occasionally just talk about things I’d been doing and how I’ve been. Since earlier this year when I basically had to seek a bit of help for things getting on top of me, it’s been important to try and carry on doing things. This new video series basically is born from that, since the first video log I did by the river at Hammersmith.
And as it’s not in my front room like the videos had been in the past, I decided that from hereon out, that all video logs recorded on the phone, will be called “Not My Front Room”
Catchy title isn’t it?
Anyway, here are the last two entries in the series so far in case you missed them on YouTube;
Hi everyone, it’s been a while since I posted anything and therefore while I was out today, I decided finally to do something and say a little about what’s been going on. Thanks again to those who have supported me and also a big sorry to those I have been meh to. I will try to do some more stuff soon, but for now campers, enjoy the video log.
It’s been quite a while since we last looked at the X-Factor Origins epic saga that was when the world’s worst singer was the subject of a couple of films this year, both of which had a slightly different idea about how to tell the story. Inbetween examining the french version and this, we’ve had meh over a few films and of course been wasting huge amounts of time playing various games, the most fun of which was had with destroying the demons of hell.
Given it’s been a while of course, and the fact I’m actually coming back to this now , will mean that there are more than likely going to be various gaps in what I remember to tell the truth. But regardless, we will look at the second film to come out this year about basically the singer that was meh. The thing being that back in the day, a rich woman who basically paid lots of money to do stuff and performed badly in front of a live audience who then died in a rather bad way.
Unlike the previous film Marguerite, this film is directly about Florence Foster Jenkins, and goes into what happened with her during the second world war and ultimately how she came to pass away.
Florence Foster Jenkins. Again. Still better than Aqua when they did Barbie Girl.
Once again as was with the previous review, there will be some spoilers, so if you want to know more then by all means, continue onwards. Otherwise catch the next edition of Match of the Day to see if this went into extra time. Or, given what’s been apparently happening between English and Russian supporters a day after the beginning of Euro 2016, maybe look up the casualty list to see how many will survive.