Author Archives: Brian G Ross

Potted Film Review: Friday the 13th (1980)…

Starring: Adrienne King, Betsy Palmer, Kevin Bacon

In the slasher horror genre, the Friday the 13th series is about as seminal as it gets, and many of those that you can see today owe a debt to the ninety minutes on display here.

There are countless better horror movies out there – ones that have more creative kills; ones that are more professionally made; ones with a tighter script and finer acting – but this little gem is worth seeing just for the history.

There’s not too much that’s good here, and nothing I would say that’s great, but if you’re interested in the genre at all this movie is required reading.

Recommended (just)

What I’ve Done This Week #48 (and #49)…

Not as much as I would have liked, that’s what I’ve done this week.

Christmas is not just one day or even one long weekend – it’s a whole damn month. I’m certainly not complaining – I love Christmas – but it does create a bit of a dip in the work rate.

Having said that I did manage to take my second of three tales over a thousand words, and it – like the first one – is almost ready to bring home.

I did promise myself that I’d have them completed in time for the 25th. It will be tight, but I’ve got a week off work leading up to the big day so I’ll get them done, even if I have to stop wrapping presents to do it.

Every Picture Tells a Story…

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On the weekend The Fianceé© and I went to see Rod Stewart in concert at the new P&J Live Arena here in Aberdeen… Yeah, I know, it’s a terrible name. Fortunately it’s a fantastic venue worthy of the legend himself. We were about ten rows back from the stage, dead centre, so we had great seats.

The only problem was the two women to my left who decided that this concert was the perfect opportunity for them to catch up on their gossip. The girl that was rubbing up against me simply would not stop talking, and in those brief intervals when she wasn’t talking she was checking her Facebook or posting updates. What could you possibly have to say? You are at a Rod Stewart concert and you have presumably paid a lot of money to be sitting next to me, and you don’t even seem to realise he is on the stage performing. For you, you ungrateful cow. And even if for some odd reason you don’t want to be here, those people around you likely do, so if you could just shut the fuck up until Baby Jane finishes, that would be grand.

Suffice to say the guy in front of her turned around and told her to be quiet, and to be fair she zipped it… for about three minutes, before she found the courage to start chatting again. Eventually even her friend got fed up of her and left her on her own, which was all well and good except she then thought she would start talking to me.

There was also a fight that broke out in the row behind us, between two pensioners, for reasons unbeknownst to me. One of the guys was ejected from the arena while the other one stayed in his seat looking smug. While neither of them looked as impressive at their age as Rod does at 74, it’s time for the old rocker to hang up the microphone.

Stewart is an icon – a bona fide legend – and although songs like Tonight’s the Night, Sailing, Do Ya Think I’m Sexy?, and (especially) Maggie May, still sound great in a vacuum, and he can still pull it out when he really needs it, the vocals really aren’t there for the most part. A lot of his performance is trading on goodwill and reputation.

It’s fantastic to have seen him again, but I would be happy if he ended his touring days now and lived out the rest of his time quietly, with his family. He has nothing left to prove.

Growth… (Gone)

So that thing that was taking residence on my head – wart, skin tag, or perhaps a twin that never made it past the first interview – fell off last night after I stepped out of the shower. I guess that blast of freezing air really did the trick after all.

I noticed it was gone as I was drying myself. It had fallen on the floor. From six feet up it looked like a dangleberry that had strayed too far from the bowl. Up close it was a little like a sultana, but far less appetising of course. I have a picture, but I guess you don’t want to see that.

It is the first time in a long time that it has not been there, fixed to the side of my head, and its absence feels… weird. I certainly don’t regret its removal, but I still reach up and half-expect it to be there.

I have an appointment in a couple of weeks to remove the base, probably in that same minus 196 degree manner.

Night Shift #12 – The Ledge…

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The Ledge tells the story of a man who has fallen in love with the wrong woman – by which I mean she is attached to a local mobster. As a result of this he is blackmailed into walking around the ledge of the building, forty-something floors up.

What the story lacks in action it more than makes up for with good pacing and expertly crafted tension… and of course, a pigeon that doesn’t know when to quit.

The Ledge is a great tale. If I was being picky I could say that perhaps it is overly simplistic in its delivery, and it is possibly a little truncated in places, but the core of the story is very enjoyable, and it is certainly in the top tier of the stories I have read from Night Shift so far.

Recommended ⇑

Potted Film Review: The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift (2006)

220px-Poster_-_Fast_and_Furious_Tokyo_DriftStarring: Lucas Black, Sung Kang, Bow Wow

Tokyo Drift is the third film in the Fast and the Furious franchise, and while it is decidedly a step up from the catastrophe that was the second entry, it still falls a little short of where it needs to be.

The action is moved to Japan (big surprise there, right?) and the cast is shaken up as well. There’s nobody in this one from the first two episodes… well, except for a cameo at the end from Vin Diesel.

The first half of this is decent enough, with some impressive stunt work – and for the majority of the time Lucas Black (complete with his Texan drawl) is an acceptable protagonist – but the story loses me in the back end and just fails to leave me with enough positive vibes to recommend it.

Not Recommended ⇓

My Thanksgiving…

Yes, I know, it’s an American thing, but here are a few things I am thankful for anyway.

Long weekend lie-ins; loud music when nobody else is listening; managing to (mostly) stay the right side of healthy; hot showers; quiet afternoons; getting through the bad times; good friends; coming home to a woman I love, and who gives it back to me.

Happiness.