Have you ever watched a movie so damn good that you not only resonate with it on a deeply personal level, but you also just feel a kind of crazy desperation to have someone else watch it and appreciate it just as much as you do? You know the kind of movie that makes you beg for a time machine so that you could go back and experience it again for the first time?
That movie is Searching (2018) for me right now, a humble little thriller film directed by Aneesh Chaganty and starring John Cho, also known as Kimball Cho from the TV series The Mentalist or as Lieutenant Hikaru Sulu from the Star Trek trilogy.
Now I’d be pretty surprised if you know about this movie given how off-the-radar and unassuming it is, but I’d go as far as to say that it’s almost a crime that this movie is not more known than it is especially given how exceptionally relevant the subject matter is.
Nevertheless in an effort to correct the wrongs of the cruel universe I suggest that you gear up, gentlemen and gentleladies, for I’m about to tell you why you need to see this movie.
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Meet Nate Sawyer.
The perfect kid. That is no exaggeration. He really is. So perfect that it made you queasy with envy. The whole package; quite a remarkable specimen. Tall, dark haired, gorgeous, and a body like one of those on the front of a Men’s Health magazine designed to make you self-conscious of your meagre frame. His perfection manifested itself in every wake of life, believe it or not. He was the school jock. He placed in the top three academic performers in the grade. Worst of all? He was insufferably charming and polite. It was impossible to hate the kid, no matter how desperately you wish you did.
Perhaps if you knew more, knew what I did…you may just find that hatred.
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My name is Guy Garrison.
I am a nobody. Well, nobody I would like to be. Plain, plain as the cruel God above would have me be. Without any special talent. Absent of any remarkable ability. I am not the beating heart of any party. I bring not the light of the rising sun. I am simply here. Insufferably, obnoxiously, here.
I wake up. I accept the sin of life. I pretend for my family. I attend school. I socialise. The last bell rings. I return home. I rest. I wake up. A cycle. A hand on a clock. The notion of routine simply maddening.
There is only one aspect of my life that keeps me sane – if that is appropriate a word to use. It is the fact that I am insane. Surely that is paradoxical! Yet can one be aware of one’s own insanity? Can I know that I am probably – most definitely – mad? Or am I of some modicum of sane thought to examine the possibility that I may be…too sane? Hmm. Super sane.
My head is a cloud. The outside world is vast and senseless. My colleagues and classmates and teachers and friends are nought but an obligation to me. I want something more for myself, but I am not worthy of more. I am flesh. I am moving parts stripped of purpose. I am without identity.
I am only ever whole in the safe, quiet darkness of the night; through one single secret. My sweet, sweet secret, hidden in a pit.
In a man-made hole in my wall, buried beyond my belongings, is a mask.
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I’ve been toying with this idea for some time now given that there are thirteen movies in the Marvel Cinematic Universe at present. In the wake of the recent release of Captain America: Civil War I thought now would be as good a time as any to take a look back at all the Marvel movies and compile a list of the best and worst ones according to my humble opinion.
After writing about my criticisms of Civil War on my blog, a movie that gravely disappointed me, I felt the urge to revisit the kind of movies in the MCU that I feel are vastly superior to it, as well as peek at those that were real Hulk smashes – and not in a good way at all. More than that I simply want to indulge in this behemoth of a movie world.
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Captain America: Civil War has released to almost unanimous positive reception from critics and much hype from fans, which always makes it fun to be in the minority with an opinion. That’s exactly where I am: in the great minority as I disagree with the reception the movie has got.
While it may be a wonderful time to be alive to see movies like this, it’s an unfortunate reality that because of rampant fanboyism you have to be careful and make sure to ‘state your allegiances’ and whatever would-be agendas you have before offering any sort of opinion on anything.
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I know a fair amount of writers. By that I don’t necessarily mean that these people write books, but they write. They’re a mix of journalists, passionate writers, bloggers, novelists and editors. It doesn’t really matter what the objective is. They’re writers. It’s as simple as that.
One of the most common problems I’ve found among said writers is a vice that to some degree many of us have buried down somewhere. It’s the fear of having our work exposed, critiqued, ridiculed or torn down by an outside party. It’s the vulnerability we face by putting our writing out there and having its fate rest in the hands of its beholders. It’s the fear of what you do and love to do leaving the safety of your mind. It’s the fear of judgement day.
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Profanity is an interesting topic to me because of people’s vastly different reactions to it both in real life and literature. Some people cringe and can’t take swear words at all, others aren’t bothered by them in the slightest and some people consider them only to be effective when used in a good context. You even get those who feel profanity is a crutch for the inarticulate.
I don’t quite fall on any particular side in this debate because I’m totally an advocate for freedom in writing and creating art with as little rules as possible. But I do like to entertain all sides of the discussion.
My desire to talk about the topic arose recently when out of interest I checked the ‘fuck’ count in my upcoming book, The Black Glass Killer, and discovered that the word appeared a whopping 150 times in the novel so far, and that number can go up or down during the editing process.
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