Tuesday 27 December 2011

Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows

It still amazes me how upset people can get when they see a beloved book turned into a film. This is never better seen than with Harry Potter reader and the same can be said for Sherlock Holmes. However, Sherlock has the baggage of previous versions excellently played by Basil Rathbone and Jeremy Brett. Comparisons about the shape of his nose and even that deerstalker are still talked about today.  

The one thing they all portray is Sherlock’s satisfaction at proving how smart he is against those around him and the thrill of the hunt that excites both of us. Selfishly he has to satisfy his own personal interest , curiosity and his overactive mind.
The main constant in both the books and films is the relationship between Holmes and Watson which at times can be described as an old married couple; the type in which the two involved have known each other for so long that they are both tired of and lost without each other. In a Game of Shadows their bickering makes for most of the comedy in the movie, where similarities to the lethal weapon films have been noted.  In the books, however, you’re more likely to find pleasant descriptions of the friendship between the pair.
The first half hour is a drawn-out and laborious affair as we eventually catch up with Professor  Moriarty (Jared Harris). The high –octane plot switches us from London to Paris and Switzerland with so many digressions, that time for character development is neglected. A glowing example of this is the fleeting appearance of Irene Adler (Rachel McAdams) who is supposed to be the love of Sherlock’s life. 
Stephen Fry plays the establishment fixer Mycroft (Holmes's older brother).We witness Mycroft having a breakfast-time conversation with Watson's wife while naked, and he introduces an unnecessarily camp element by addressing Holmes as "Sherly". I feel too much comedy can distract from the tension required to produce a good thriller.

On the plus side all the set designs were breathtakingly brilliant especially Old London and Hans Zimmer’s team give a rousing score. Forget Sir Arthur Conan Doyle it looks more and more like a Guy Ritchie Film, what next, James Bond?

Friday 25 November 2011

Monday 21 November 2011

Thursday 17 November 2011

Ghost Story

I was asked by another friend of mine if I was up to the challenge of visiting him for the weekend. He would pay for me to stay at his local pub that is supposedly haunted. He told me how several guests have witnessed ghostly encounters. As you know, I always get excited for the opportunity to investigate these unknown mysteries. Remember the time I went searching for the beast of Orpington and ended up getting caught short, pissing on some blackberries behind a dark bush. The next day I was served blackberry pie containing freshly picked blackberries from the night before… I digress. So I packed my overnight rucksack and made myself some delightful mustard and cress sandwiches for the journey ahead. My friend met me at the station where he had arranged a meeting with a local folklorist and fortune teller called “Shifty Shagg” she had a reputation for smoking pipe tobacco and was known to nip round the the back of the pub for a quick shifty. However she told me the story of a “spirit walking” in one of the rooms of the pub. It is said that a local stream had a healing fish that when tickled had cured them of their ailments. This fisherman had caught the fish by stretching a huge net across the stream and hauling it in. Instead of tickling its tummy and putting it back, he took it back to the pub and ate it. It has been said the fish bloated the man until he blew up like a balloon and eventually burst, spattering the room with his remains. Many have said this was justice after what he had done. A picture of the fisherman is on display in the room he stayed in all those years ago.

With an open mind we set off to the pub where I was shown to the exact same room where all the apparitions had been happening. This was going to be my room for the night. I unpacked my things and was so tired after my journey that after a light meal I went straight to bed. The atmosphere in the room was terrifyingly eerie with constant creaking of floorboards and wind rattling the sash windows. At about 3am I was woken up by the noise of the picture on the wall swinging from side to side. It was scraping on the wall paneling like fingernails on a chalkboard. I tried to get up but was experiencing some sort of sleep paralysis as I watched this huge shadow of a fish head looking over me. I could see the silhouette of a fisherman with this large head. Was this a lucid dream or an out-of-body experience? Or maybe an astral projection traveling to a higher plane? The room felt cold, and I could see my own breath as I lay helpless for what seemed like ages. I tried to grip the bed as the fisherman pulled the bed clothes off me, but I was paralysed. It looked as though he was hauling in a fishing net into the shore. He gathered my duvet up in his arms then turned and disappeared through the picture on the wall. I was sweating profusely as my eyes were fixed to a stair as the room started to smell fishy. As he left the room it seemed to heat up quite quickly, then I regained control of my body and ran out my room to find someone. The couple in the next room had heard the noises coming from my room and met me on the landing. They sat me down and called the landlord.  
The landlord kindly made up another room for me and after a restless night I finally went off to sleep. The next morning I was greeted with a hearty breakfast as I told of my tale to anyone who would listen. He explained many people had been woken up in the night only to find the bed covers on the floor. I packed my bag and as I left I took this photo. Am I the only one that can see a face in the window?
Wow what a night to remember

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Wednesday 9 November 2011

Tattoo


 
I have designed this new Timberwolf tattoo.

Sunday 17 July 2011

Goldsmiths University Postgraduate Art Exhibition 2011



This was my yearly visit to Goldsmiths University Postgraduate Art Exhibition 2011 and I defiantly believe the quality of the work has increased year by year. I am always looking for something simple that will “push the envelope” or make me think in a different way. This year it was the sculpture of the horse by Soheila Sokhanvari that did it for me (see link).

http://www.brighttreasure.co.uk/artists/Hyojin%20Park/

old.gold.ac.uk/art/exhibitions/mfa2011/pages/es/01.html

old.gold.ac.uk/art/exhibitions/mfa2011/pages/fh/01.html

old.gold.ac.uk/art/exhibitions/mfa2011/pages/ss01/01.html

old.gold.ac.uk/art/exhibitions/mfa2011/pages/ra/01a.html

Wednesday 13 July 2011

Royal Academy of Arts Summer Exhibition 2011

 
As you walk into the courtyard to Burlington House you are hit with Jeff Koons’ colourful outsized sculpture that dominates the area. As I walked around the piece my eyes were drawn towards a more traditional sculpture in the shape of a war memorial, dedicated to the World War 1 Rainbow Division by James Butler. The attention to detail is captivating as you come to terms with its dramatic presence.

On entering the first gallery I was expecting a ‘wow-factor’ piece to lay down a bench mark for the others to follow; fat chance of that as we were greeted by what appeared to be a pile of old chairs waiting to be taken to the dump, valued at £60,000 pounds. This was minimalist Martin Creed’s centrepiece and it made me feel uncomfortable. As I tried to look at the photographs in the gallery, I was still sensing its irreverence for the occasion. It was a bit like turning on the television in the morning and finding its on Daybreak and you can’t find the remote control quick enough. I feel this may have had a different effect on me if it was placed in a better position. It was forcing me out of the room quicker than I would have liked, but I couldn’t fight it.

This was my first ever visit to the show and I was expecting wall to wall paintings crammed up against each other. However, the Summer Exhibition Committee had achieved the impossible by displaying a wide spectrum of paintings without diminishing our enjoyment. Individual works had space to breathe and I could all the better appreciate the creativity and wit of pieces like Simon Brundret’s “Dog in a Bin”. One piece that did catch my eye was Cathy De Monchaux’s charging beaked monsters riding unicorns. This reminded me of a Lord of the Rings battle charge. Another piece was By Dae H Kwon. It was a small sculpture of a man with both hands in his pockets looking down to the floor. With many public servants about to lose their jobs this most poignant little man seemed to sum up their situation quit beautifully.  

On the whole I think the show gave a feeling of creativity, expression and satisfaction of a job well done. Having a love for sculpture, this show had it in abundance and the quality was top dollar. I didn’t have the time to salivate on every story behind every piece and I feel guilty to all the artists and sculptures that are not in my pick of the show. I have picked my own personal top 8 and have left many creditable pieces out.


'Coloring Book' by Jeff Koons



War Memorial Dedicated to the World War 1 Rainbow Division by James Butler



'Deep Impact' by Keith Tyson


'Entitled 250510R' by Dae H Kwon




'Think Pink' by Allen Jones



'Sweetly The Air Flew Overhead, Battle with Unicorns No.9' by Cathy de Monchaux



'Dog in a Bin' by Simon Brundret




 'Marilyn Monroe "Heads made from matchsticks"'  by David Mach