Thursday, 17 June 2010

I'll Be Right Back

The other night The Boyfriend and I went out for dinner. As we were in the car on the way home, a song came on the radio that always gives me goose bumps and got me thinking about scary movies. It's called Lotion by Greenskeepers. The most famous line from the song is "it rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again" - cccccrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeepppppppyyyy!

This song was inspired by the insanely scary movie, The Silence of the Lambs. I first watched it when I was 11 and I thought was the greatest movie ever made. My friends wouldn't watch it with me, but my dad did. I'm still not sure how he managed to avoid explaining to me what the inmate had thrown at Jodie Foster from his cell (jizz) or where Buffalo Bill's genitals were (man-gina) - but I think it was testament to his awesome parenting skills that it was only when I watched it years later that I realised what I was seeing.

You see, it all started in 1983 with Michael Jackson's Thriller. Along with the song, he created a 5 min short film/music video. My sister and I were OBSESSED with the song and the film. So much so, that my dad taped it to VHS (aaaawwwwww VHS, I still remember you) so we could watch it whenever we liked. And we did. We watched that tape every morning before breakfast until the tape broke. I was 2 years old.

As evidenced above, I have had a love and appreciation of scary movies my whole life. I have explored the genre from gore to slasher to thriller and I love them all. Honourable mentions go to The Exorcist for classic themes and awesome dialogue ("Your mother sucks cocks in hell"), Freddy Krueger for invading my dreams consistently in my early teens, and the Scream franchise for poking fun at the genre whilst scaring the crap outta me.

But then there is Wolf Creek.



Wolf Creek is a 2005 independent Australian horror film. The story revolves around three backpackers who find themselves held captive by a serial killer (John Jarratt) in the Australian outback. This film messed. me. up. For 2 reasons:

1. It is scarily possible. As I have gotten older I have found that the more plausible the story is, the more I freak out. The Australian outback is a big place. If you're lost and thirsty, wouldn't you accept water from a kindly stranger? Hhmm? Hhhhhhmmm? Think about THAT!

2. John Jarratt. You may remember him from such shows as Play School and Better Homes and Gardens. That's right. The kindly man who sang songs with Big Ted and Jemima and taught you how to DIY around the house, is a knife wielding psychopath with a laugh that STILL makes my blood run cold.

So, do you like scary movies?

Friday, 4 June 2010

Eat? Pray. Love!

Ok so I'm a little behind the times on this but yesterday I read Eat Pray Love.

The first third of this book was predominantly food porn - fantastic descriptions about delicious dining. Admittedly, I get excited reading a menu, so well played to Elizabeth Gilbert for starting the book on the subject of food.

The way she writes about Italian gelato accurately mirrors my feelings for frozen yogurt (or, frogurt as my friend Juno calls it, which makes it sound more fancy). There is a frogurt shop within walking distance of my house and it is a testament to my self control that I don't visit their fine establishment every single day. (It also helps that The Boyfriend thinks frogurt is a poor substitute for ice cream, so he is never willing to accompany me)

My favourite quote from the book is by Kabir, a medieval Sufi mystic - "All know that the drop merges into the ocean, but few know that the ocean merges into the drop". It sounds lame, but I actually felt my brain stretching when I pondered that.

Sometimes I worry that I have the spiritual depth of a teaspoon. Not for lack of trying or investigation - I have just never found a religion or system of a belief that has stuck. But Eat Pray Love is a feast of spirituality and has given me lots of grand ideas about joining yoga and meditation classes and visiting an ashram. And then achieving spiritual nirvana.

Anyway, back to the book. Apart from the last couple of chapters that were a little too saccharin for my liking - I LOVED it. The fact that this has been in the New York Times Bestseller List for 158 weeks, and is still there, is phenomenal. I mean - kaaa-ching! You go girl, and in the words of another Liz, tell the haters to go suck it. Dummies.

A Score of Zero

Love is a word I use every day.
If you asked me to define myself by one word, it would be LOVE. 

noun  
1 an intense feeling of deep affection.  
2 a deep romantic or sexual attachment to someone.  
3 a great interest and pleasure in something.  
4 a person or thing that one loves.  
5 (in tennis, squash, etc.) a score of zero.

My friend Juno has been nagging gently encouraging me to start a blog, so here it is. A little collection of things that I love at any given moment. When I was thinking on what to blog about, the only thing I knew was that I wanted it to be something positive. (Not positive in a life-coaching-born-again-let's-hold-hands-and-sing kinda way, more of a I-freakin-LOVE-cake kinda way - you dig?)

So here is my contribution to the interwebs - frivolous, fun and starting with a score of zero.