Filmage - Round Two

Eons ago, when the world was without TV and radio and people read from stone carvings on walls and had to skin Mammoths for blankets for the village; around the time Mum and Dad were born, there were no films. Personally, I am glad I didn’t live then. I love my films. Now this might sound like another post of mine, but bear with me, it’s kind of an expansion. Like Age of Empires II: Age of Kings.

IMDb is similar to the Bible. People check with the Bible before they do anything. Some people check IMDb. The decisions people make when they confer with the Bible tend to be big things, where as I have to check IMDb before I decide whether someone is a complete and utter toss pot or see if the film has ‘rudies’. IMDb is, in short, the most amazing thing to grace the world since Costco.

So I was talking about IMDb. Well IMDb, for those of you that do not know, is the Internet Movie Database (IMDb, see what they did there). Well IMDb, apart from being the be all and end all of movie knowledge, also has this completely amazing list of 250 films that people have voted for as the best films of all time. Among the top ten, of which I have seen the start of one, is The Shawshank Redemption, The Godfather, The Godfather: Part II and Schindler’s List. I had this plan to watch them all by the time I turned sixteen. When I worked it out, it would be eleven films a day. Obviously, although this would be terrifical, it would also be impossible. I would have to give up school. Mum and dad didn’t like the idea so they told me I couldn’t do it. I hope you understand the predicament I was then put into. I could either watch my films, which would include Dear John, Camp Rock and High School Musical, or dramas that I would have to think about. Turns out trying to focus on the storyline of Inception and The Prestige is hard when trying to do your homework on vectors or whatever, so I stuck with my musicals.

Speaking of homework (honestly, I’m not sure how these are linked but I was actually thinking about listening to some Disney songs), this week we, being the whole family, have been testing out watching films of a morning. Each day was given a catchy and fun name.

·         Musical Monday (which was Mamma Mia Monday and then we realised that there are only so many times you can watch the same film without it being weird. Think The Lion King one billion times since you were born. Yes Niamh, I am talking about you.)

·         Tooney Tuesday (again this isn’t alowed anymore because the first Tooney Tuesday and I chose West Side Story. If you have seen it, then you would understand why mother refused to let me watch it anymore. I was slightly emotional all day.

·         War film Wednesday (I didn’t pick this one. You would have to speak to Niamh about why this was ‘feel good’, which was the original idea. Then again West Side Story.)

·         Theme tune Thursday (Titanic – again not what we had in mind when we thought ‘feel good’. I can’t even put the blame on Niamh, this one was my doing.)

·         Family film Friday (we needed somewhere for Mulan and Pocahontas)

So apart from this being the most amazing and emotional week of my life, we also established a couple of things. I should really think about what I watch of a morning, remembering that I will have to go to school whether ~I am an emotional wreck or not. I don’t like war films, and they are far too long for the morning. Musicals don’t always cheer you up (thought most of the time they do). Finally, after hours of shouting at me, just because it was set in the war, The Sound of Music doesn’t qualify as a war film (even though it does, Dad)

I suppose, on what I am know calling Filmage – Round Two – Dodging bullets, I have nothing else to say. I’m going to go know, because Ciarra is shouting at me for clogging up the TV recording Made in Chelsea and Bondi Rescue. I need to go and watch them I suppose.

Hasta La Vista

My Edumicationicles

I am going into my last year in school, which has started to make me think about what I plan to do when I leave. Princess of Denmark would be difficult, being as I don’t like Denmark and the Denmark castle looks nothing like the one in Cinderella, which was what I had managed to convince myself of. But then again, I assumed the Denmark royal family would also have parties ever night where we always put on sparkly dresses and danced until the clock struck midnight/we woke up/we turned from a human into a mermaid/we turned from a frog into a human. The Danish Princess dream was confused with my Disney Princess dream.

Not that the skills I learn in school would be any good for my desired career. I don’t have a waving class in school, which I know would be needed for Princess-ing. However, I attend a language college, which isn’t much of a language college because there are three languages, French, Spanish and Chinese which we can learn. What about German, Italian and Azerbaijani? I always wanted to learn Azerbaijani. That’s a lie. Until I checked Google translate about thirty seconds ago I had no idea it was a real language. But, I would like to learn German and Italian. That would mean I would be able to tell people on the streets of Spain, France, Germany and Italy all about my family and past holidays.

You see, I thought these things would come in useful. I thought that when I went on an exchange trip to France last year that there would be endless conversations, yet the first thing they said to me I answered with ‘Oui’. Turns out, they were telling me my towels were in my room. When I nodded and said ‘Oui, Merci beaucoup’, I sort of realised what they were saying. They were speaking in English.

For a week, I was basically mute in front of the host family. After the weekend I spent with them in silence, other than a conversation with my teacher on Saturday and the occasional, ‘merci’, I said nothing. When I finally found those English speakers on the Monday morning, I was so excited to finally say something that I just started shouting at them. I swear, my throat vanished that morning. Then it was back when I was shopping.

Anyhow, I have completely gone off the subject I started with. School. I don’t find it pointless and I do enjoy in, but there is the occasional thing that annoys you. For example, Niamh isn’t a full time student. She isn’t even a part-time student. She is barely a student. She does three lessons. History, which is pointless her doing because she knows everything anyway, and thanks to her need to share everything, so do I. She also does Sociology, which I would comment on but I don’t know what it is. The last one I didn’t catch, because I was watching How I Met Your Mother at the same time, but I am sure it is something she knows all about anyway. Niamh feels the need to inform me, after what has felt like a particularly long day that she only had one lesson. She has been watching Sabrina the Teenage Witch all day. She got to go to bed. She didn’t have to get up before the sun to iron her skirt. I envy that one sometimes.

Ciarra, the baby of the family and the last to go to ‘big school’, has had to work to get rid of the reputation me and Niamh may or may not have put on the good Wenham name. Ciarra is the ideal student. She is on time and she comes completely prepared. She listens and does all her work on time and she is what teachers pray they will be blessed with. Ciarra is like Blair from Gossip Girl. She is like Bonnie from Vampire Diaries. She is like the one from Home Alone. That last one has nothing to do with school, but she is like that. I swear. Where was I? Oh yeah – Ciarra in school. Me and Niamh were a little less than ‘amazing’ students. Niamh is too opinionated and argumentative. She was nasty and shouting at everyone. She spoke back to teachers. I simply, spoke. All the time.

So Ciarra, one of the most well behaved students in the history of the world, was going into High School with the worst possible opinions of the little angel.

While I was writing this, I should have been doing homework, so I suppose I should say goodbye here and get back on with writing about Osmosis or something.

Toodle-loo