This is the year of thirds, for all of my favorite Western dramas are rounding out their run in trilogy. And, I won’t complain, for this time last year, I was mourning these dramas, believing a return to screen would never come. Thankfully, AMC (like BBC ONE) rescued an excellent drama for the abyss and The Killing is primed to begin just in time to fill my summer with the suspense and mystery my tiny ticker can’t seem to wind without. Continue reading
The Great Gatsby premieres today, so I thought I’d share a little something to help the time move a little faster. Continue reading
Dating. Revenge. Gangs. And music therapy.
From June to August, I’m usually ready for some summer love; a few quick quirky rom-coms to make the hot days of summer a little easier to bear, but it seems that won’t necessarily be the case this year in this year’s dramaverse— at least not in Korea anyway. But perhaps, one out of four ain’t so bad.
Indie films are something altogether different from the mainstream, much like the new crop of YouTube or Internet based series, in that, there’s a freedom and raw quality to the work. Doesn’t mean what is produced isn’t quality material, in substance, performance or production but that “the Man” isn’t looming and curtailing each movement. However, there’s also that tiny vein running between both entities that some projects find a way to tap into, where the audience gets the best of both worlds— and this year for Indian cinema, Bombay Talkies snags the first spot in line.
Ah, let the film adaptions commence! I’ve actually been waiting for this film for about two years now, but I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about it, until the preview dropped late 2012. And if it’s at all indicative of what’s in store for this step into F. Scott’s American Dream, well, we are definitely in for a wild ride. For it’s unabashedly a Luhrmann film, decked in an audacious palette, reminiscent of the hip shaking, joint jumping, money flashing, American Jazz Age.
**This poster is the bees knees kids! For nothing can top the original book cover, with metaphorical confusion, so why not transpose it literally? Love.
