This is just a little note to mark the fact that I just made my 50th post on this blog!
Thank you to everyone who reads and follows this blog, it means a lot to me and I appreciate each and every response I get.
I was hesitant to start blogging but every day I am so so glad that I did for a countless number of reasons.
Here‘s to 50 more!
The phrase ‘confounded my expectations’ gets thrown around a lot, but truly, Blade Runner 2049 confounded my expectations.
Given the standard model of the Hollywood blockbuster, action-heavy and emotionally-shallow (read: calculated to rake in the most cash), I was very pleasantly surprised when I found myself having to actively try to make sense of and analyse what was happening on screen.
Furthermore, I realised very quickly that this is the kind of film which merits- and indeed rewards- repeated viewing, as each frame is so rich with significant objects and symbolism, as well as incredibly nuanced performances and character moments.
I’m not a big fan of reality television.
I dislike the way it pretends to be an unfiltered representation of ‘real life’, when everyone watching knows perfectly well that it’s about as authentic as a soap opera. I get annoyed at formulaic set ups which try to pass themselves off as uniquely exciting, and generally find the participants of these shows irritating at best.
Yet, last year I found myself tuning in week after week to a television programme containing every single one of these elements.
Exactly what it says on the tin.
Radio Silence is a wonderful book that exactly captures what it feels like to be me. Or at least what it has felt like, at times.
Obviously not in every single aspect (never have I been so thankful for my school friends, with whom I have had many a serious discussion about which Harry Potter character we are), but as I eagerly devoured it I couldn’t help but find the resemblance almost uncanny.