Erika Nilsson

Ten years more

by Erika on Wednesday 5 August 2009, 23:31 | Comments (1)

If laughing makes your life longer, I just added about ten years to mine. I went to see “The Ugly Truth”. It’s a romcom which is, all in all, rather stupid and definitely not for the faint-hearted (the number of appearances of the word “fuck” alone proves both points). However, I admit that Gerry Butler is cool even when he plays a chauvinistic pig and I’ve already touched on the fact that the film was so hilarious that I just could not stop laughing. I laughed so hard that my stomach muscles actually hurt.

Also, “The librarian and the stripper” sounds like a cool name for a film. (Not that kind of film.)

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For sale: Physical representations of culture

by Erika on Friday 17 April 2009, 23:14 | Comments (4)

About three hours ago, I walked past the cinema, and I thought to myself that it would be nice to go see The Boat That Rocked (a wonderful film for which, one of these days, I must write a review) again. Then I realised what a bad case of hypocrisy it would be to first loudly curse the film industry fascist copyright lobbyists, and then walk straight up to the cinema counter like a docile pop culture vegetable and hand over my money to Universal Pictures.

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What Lucinda said!

by Erika on Wednesday 1 April 2009, 20:58 | Comments

Short summary

I am disappointed.

Medium summary

When I pay to see a psychological thriller, I want a psychological thriller, and not Biblical prophecizing cock-and-bull. Please disregard my religion or lack thereof for a minute; Ezekiel meets Star Trek is not the ideal resolution to an intriguing supernatural and numerological riddle, and I find it hard to believe that I would have thought it was even a year ago, when I classified myself as religious. The catchline of the film was “Knowing is everything”, well, let me rephrase that: “Knowing” is apparently bloody pointless.

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The car, the war

by Erika on Wednesday 18 March 2009, 23:19 | Comments (1)

Walt Kowalski is an old war veteran who knows how to scowl, wheeze, growl, squint, spit, swear, use guns and make big, tough gang boys pee themselves (Clint Eastwood may be almost 80, but he hasn’t lost his touch). He has no more contact with his two sons and their families than is absolutely necessary, and the three loves of his life are his wife, his labrador and his 1972 Gran Torino.

The story begins with Mrs Kowalski’s funeral, and Walt’s scowling at his grand-children’s bad posture, navel piercing and Austin Powers quotes, respectively (the cinema audience giggles). Then, the young padre who Mrs Kowalski talked to before her death tries to get a confession out of Walt, who confesses “that [he doesn't] want to confess to a boy who’s just out of seminar” (the audience snorts). That’s about the most polite we see him.

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Pity, really

by Erika on Friday 6 March 2009, 23:28 | Comments

“The best films are those that surprise.” Did I say that? I clearly ought to have been more precise.

Because films that surprise by having you sit there for two hours feeling like a question mark might feel if a question mark would be capable of having feelings is one thing, if most questions are answered before the end, that is. It is another thing entirely to see the end credits scrolling up in front of you, still feeling like a question mark might feel, wondering whether you were slightly stupid when you asked yourself if this film would get ever so slightly interesting at some point. What if there are never any grand, intriguing questions to start with?

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Those that surprise

by Erika on Sunday 1 February 2009, 19:38 | Comments (1)

The best films are those that surprise. Those that surprise, for one, in the sense that at 6 p.m. I ask an open question to everyone in the room (”Anyone seen any of these films that are on tonight? Either of them any good?”), at 8 p.m. I find myself in a seat at Vue having followed a rather vague recommendation, and at 10.30 p.m., I push open the door, my head spinning. Oh, and how is it even possible that a film with a title like “Slumdog Millionaire” can keep you hanging until the very end, not knowing whether the guy will actually win the effing money or not?

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Re-runs I: Over My Dead Sense of Humour

by Erika on Tuesday 18 November 2008, 10:54 | Comments

As a break from the exam angst, let us have some spitting, fuming, righteous indignation instead — with a side order of sarcasm, please! This is one of my favourite entries from my old online diary; originally posted on February 4th, 2008. Minor typos corrected.

Whatever you do, when ”Over Her Dead Body” starts showing in a cinema near you, do NOT go to see it. It is a waste of money, even if for some reason you would get the ticket for free. The film is advertised as a ”romantic comedy”: sure, there is a bit of kissing and a few lame sex jokes, jealousy, people being desperately in love and denying it and so on, but ”comedy”? No sir. The only comical things about ”Over Her Dead Body” is that some idiot whose name I was too annoyed to catch during the aftertitles wasted a fair few dollars to make it, and that the special effects still probably weren’t worth the money (I could name them all out of Photoshop: Lens Flare, Color Dodge, Dissolve, …).

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4 x action

by Erika on Monday 4 August 2008, 14:33 | Comments

I have Internet again, at the library. They’ve removed my favourite second floor table by the window (sob) but put sockets (”laptop recharging points”) on the big tables. Good stuff. They’re also turning the newspaper reading room into a staff room, because the place that the staff has previously occupied is up for demolition, apparently.

As you will know, I have been away for a month. More on that later. I returned on the 31st, moved into the new flat on the 1st and spent the rest of the Friday in the cinema. Here’s the story: I wanted to see “Batman — The Dark Knight”.

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