another boy who lived

I hate loud colours. I find Batman boring, and the rainbow thing is far too on the nose for my liking. For my fiancé though, it is truly perfect. Dude keeps looking at it and almost crying.

It's a custom made wooden design. On the inside is an engraved quote from The Dark Knight Rises; Batman's words from below:

I broke up for the term 12 hours ago. Spending my time well.

I currently have 1736 questions and some of them have been there for almost three years - I long ago lost the chase and, realistically, I'm never going to answer them all. I can't apologise enough if things got in the way to the extent that I'll never answer yours; what can I say, I'm a shit sometimes.

My life now is so different to how it was when I started this blog that I'm not even really sure how to write it anymore. I've gone from having the definition of nothing to being one of those knobs with a macbook, sipping coffee in his drama school hoodie. I'm aware that I basically wouldn't have anything I have now if it weren't for this place reviving the life in me, and I'm never going to really have a way to thank you all for that.

My crossroads is thus: I can give you guys the inside of what it's like to work in the theatre (which is a niche interest, I know) and let you into my personal life more, reblog a hell of a lot more than I ever used to, or I can do some rejigging then wander off into the distance, lying this place dormant as nothing more than an information source.

Hiya!

I can't really give a comprehensive review as my brain's all muddled but I am disappointed with BC.

The film roughed me up both personally and professionally. The sad thing is that I was prepared to forgive the issues up until the last fifteen minutes or so, when everything rather spiralled. Both as a dramatist and a lifelong admirer of Turing I couldn't quite believe what I was seeing, right down to Kiera Knightley giving Joan Clarke the same 'oh my god' she gave in Bend In Like Beckham. In terms of his acting, BC flirted between astounding me and upsetting me. The boy really needs better direction and the let's-make-a-TV-movie feel of the entire thing is proof enough he wasn't gonna find it here.

I thought of a better framing device which wouldn't turn my Rory Kinnear adoration into something close to loathing within five minutes. On a purely emotional level, I genuinely found the depiction mildly acceptable up until all my worst fears came true, all the 'they can't do something that shit, surely' thoughts throughout which were finally thrust into our faces.

I didn't like what the filmmakers reduced him to. I really didn't like what they  reduced his colleagues to; at several points it was hard not to walk out in protest. Yes, they could have done a worse job (at least it's not a repeat of 2001), but my god they could've done it so much better, too. So it doesn't get my seal of approval; to be brutal, it gets my 'good enough' silent sigh. It gets confirmation that one day I'm going to better it.

Then again, if BC can't do it, I genuinely cannot conceive of a currently performing actor who can.

Starting the ask backlog here as today’s the day.

I haven’t seen the trailer, truth be told. I actually do my best to avoid trailers, so I won’t be able to tell you what I think of it till I gather up the courage to go sit in a cinema. As you can imagine I’m still incredibly nervous, and it is really fucking strange to see BC’s face as Turing plastered all over Bletchley.

I’m nervous as ever but I firmly believe that if they were going to do this BC’s pretty much the only one in the world I’d trust with it. For me the bottom line really comes down to how sickeningly overdue Turing’s worldwide respect is (I could tell you so many awful stories about what they’ve done to Bletchley Park in my lifetime) and that he’s finally being recognised. Hopefully The Imitation Game will lead to similar recognition for Tommy Flowers and the many others whose work secretly saved our lives.