A story about "Iron Chef" — 3 years ago
I’ve not seen this since leaving Sydney and without the lure of a secret ingredient, Saturday nights have never been so bland.
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I’ve not seen this since leaving Sydney and without the lure of a secret ingredient, Saturday nights have never been so bland.
I really, really enjoyed this. it’s probably the first time I’ve read anything about the holocaust. I tend to not really want to immerse myself in that much misery. Besides, I think there’s a tendency to think that we know it all anyway.
I think the reason this really worked for me is that it’s as much about a guy trying to make sense of his relationship with his father as it is about the horror of Auschwitz and the like.
I didn’t even realise that it had won a little thing called the Pulitzer until I’d finished it…
My father is forever passing on Ian McEwan books to me and insisting I read them. I confess that I’ve only read a couple but they’re just not my thing. Maybe I’ll read this eventually.
It could be worse, it’s not as though he gives me self help books or anything like that.
Look it was OK but I don’t know if any movie ever needs to be more than three and a half hours long….
I love everything that Jim Jarmusch has done but I can understand that some might find this collection of vignettes a bit tedious. If you appreciate Jim’s wry and dry observations of the bits in between, you’ll like this, otherwise you might be better happier with something else.
Worth watching for the segment featuring Iggy Pop and Tom Waits alone.
It’s hardly original but I do have a soft spot for this piece of teen fluff. Sure you know exactly what’s going to happen but the performances aren’t bad and I go weak at the knees over Rachel Leigh Cook.
An interesting look at personality cults/sects etc from the pesrpective of a 19 year old girl who’s grown up knowing she’s the chosen one so to speak. Really grew on me, it was a pleasure reading about places I know in Scotland too.
An alright read, broken up into a series of largely unrelated recollections of the author so good for those public transport moments.
I didn’t enjoy it as much as Vurt but it was OK. I think I was maybe a bit frustrated by a few aspects which seemed a bit psuedo sciency (though I think that’s psuedo english). Still a good read though.
Ahhh, sex and violence! Worth a look but I wasn’t blown away.
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