Yesterday I went to see A Quiet Place at the cinema with slight trepidation. Not because it was an absurdly sunny day to be going to the cinema but because I’m pretty shit at watching horror films.
Don’t get me wrong, I do love a scary movie. I’ve completely geeked out over many of them, from the masterpieces (The Shining), to the divisive (Paranormal Activity) to the pure unapologetic (Drag Me to Hell).
But as someone who has been known to jump ten feet in the air when the person I live with unexpectedly walks into the room, I have to be in the right frame of mind to take on a horror, otherwise I’ll end up watching the entire thing through my fingers.
So, being stuck in a cinema seat with no escape made me slightly nervous. But as it turns out, it was the best film I’ve watched on the big screen in a long time and I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
Usually when a movie finishes and the end credits roll everyone gets up, eager for fresh air or a toilet break. When A Quiet Place ended, everyone in the theatre remained seated for a while, having to compose themselves for a bit. Then all around I could hear conversations confirming my own thoughts. It was bloody fantastic.
It tells the story of a family trying to survive in a world that’s been ravaged by an alien invasion. It sounds like a pretty generic formula but what makes this film so interesting – and terrifying – is the fact the monsters are blind but have an acute sense of hearing. Therefore we see a mum, dad, teenage daughter and young boy living life as silently as possible, padding barefoot on sand-softened ground, communicating via sign language and the merest of whispers. The mute life is such a killjoy, they even have to play monopoly with soft felt pieces instead of metal dogs and handbags. Ludicrous.
And without giving too much away, there’s an absolute gut-punch of a first scene which shows exactly why they don’t want to be making any noise whatsoever. These creatures do not mess around. They hunt by sound and they hunt fast.
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The Twilight franchise is like junk food for my head. It’s like looking at a big, sugary donut and you crave it, so you eat it, but afterwards you feel a bit guilty and sick and think you really shouldn’t eat one again any time soon. But then of course you do.
The films in particular are a total sugar-crash for my mind. They seem like a really good idea at first, but by the time I’m halfway through I’m sort of waiting for it to end and feeling sort of silly for getting so excited over scenes of saccharine teenage love in the first place.
But I went to see Eclipse last night with about 500 other loons who thought it was worth going to see in the middle of the night and actually really enjoyed it and think I probably could watch it again without asking myself “why!?” afterwards.
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As well as the event itself, the after-parties cultivated yet even more outfits to ogle, especially the Vanity Fair one. And you know what? That bloody Cameron Diaz only went and did it AGAIN later in the night.
Like the dress she wore for the ceremony, this is glitzy, glam and super-flattering but also makes her look youthful. Another huge thumbs-up.
I think we can now finally forgive her for that time she kept wearing bowler hats.
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Dear reader, give your eyes a long, cool, delicious sip of this:
Oh Cameron. Oh Cammy, Cammy, Cammy. Wow.
I actually gasped when I first saw this picture and then looked around the room to see if anyone else was looking over my shoulder, also basking in the feminine sparkliness. As it happened, no one was, they were all working like I should have been, but still, I basked alone and oohed and ahhed to myself over how gorgeous she looks.
This is, by far my favourite look of the night.
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I can’t tell what’s more glowing and vibrant – the dress, or Penelope herself.
This is exactly how satin should be worn – no creases or unsightly lumps or bumps. It’s an unforgiving material but Ms Cruz has totally made it her bitch. The colour, cut, everything about that dress was made for her.
How on earth did that happen? Nicole Kidman must have looked in a mirror the last opportunity she had before stepping on the red carpet!
An over-zealous makeup artist must have decided to give her a quick finishing touch in the limo and not blended properly. A costly mistake. I can’t quite imagine the scene that must have ensued when Nicole saw these pictures.
I wonder whether it was noticeable to all who was there or whether the excess powder only showed up against the glare of the paps’ camera bulbs?