Now it's past midnight. On television there's a documentary on Blondie's Parallel Lines. Have consumed a number of Pistachios. I can see myself up until 2.00am.
Thankfully the Vinyl / CD player my mother got me for my birthday will come in use. I would read. But I think I've accepted that Stephen King's The Stand will have me reading until my death. Maybe I can get another thousand years of life prescribed by the NHS.
Briar and I went to see If I Stay last night. My weekly Pepsi (I have to cut down) and Chloe Grace Moretz. On all accounts making it a Sweet Saturday.
The film was all right. The first half was pretty generic. In my head there was a vision of Moretz in conversation with her agent. He looking at her and saying;
"OK doll. You got what it takes. But to tie you over you gotta make a teenage movie. Something with a bit of love. You seen what that other studio got? Fault in Our Stars shit. Load of girls bawlin' the lamps out cause some girl is dyin' or somethin'. You could do that no problem. I said it. I says, 'Joey this kid got it. She'll make 'em laugh, make 'em cry... She's terrific!'"
Chloe Grace Moretz rolls her eyes and accepts the first script available.
There is a moment in the film between Chloe Grace Moretz and her character's grandfather. For such a teenage movie that ensures it ticks its expected boxes, this moment stands out. There is a suspicion that if the film focused on this relationship as opposed to a love interest, I would have flooded the final row of the cinema with my tears.
However I would choose The Fault in Our Stars over this. No stigma towards Moretz. Because she's wonderful. And beautiful. But Fault had a unique performance from Shailene Woodley. And it wasn't forced. It made me laugh for the characters, cry for them when needbe. And when was the last time I could say that about that characters?
Doctor Who. Tiptoeing around the first episode with Peter Capaldi, I did find myself with the second episode. Into the Dalek. Directed by Ben Wheatley I saw. Which excited me.
Doctor Who has bored me of late. I have had complete faith in Matt Smith and Peter Capaldi. But it's Stephen Moffat's writing that makes me fall by the wayside. But the latest episode did make sit up and pay attention. Moments were very much like Jon Pertwee / Tom Baker times. Possibly because of Capaldi's presence.
So I may continue with it.
But ultimately my attention should fall on my huge DVD collection. The X-Files and Twin Peaks.
Now Patti Smith is playing in the background. Should revisit Marilyn Manson's cover of Rock 'n' Roll Nigger. Some people think that song's racist. And yet Patti Smith is said to be one of the most open minded people on earth. I can see that. For someone who busked in Paris and played the New York scene.
She's seen things man.
In Northern Ireland we've had a very clear view of narrow mindedness.
I may not fall asleep for another hour. So Stephen King may be my activity.
Which will then flow into my dreams.
Making them nightmares.
Pushing me to reach for the light of alertness.
Before it's too late.
I can't wait for Halloween!
