My First Brain Fart.

I've been racking my brains over an episode of Fringe starring the lad from Dawson's Creek and all the hairless extras from The Matrix, as to how I begin my blog. I concluded that the best way was to offer up a short retrospective on films and television that I enjoy, particularly in the wake of Harold Ramis' passing earlier on this week which was very sad and got me feeling all nostalgic. Farewell Egon...and any chance of Ghostbusters 3 ever being made, unless Hollywood invents it's own slime capable of bringing him back to life in a portrait. And you know what, I'd probably watch that. Once you've received "Kingdom of the Crystal Skull aversion therapy", anything goes. 

I've always been a bit of film nerd ever since my Dad bought a top VHS player and gave me the power to bootleg pretty much any flick I wanted. He'd watch them first and veto them if they were unsuitable. Although after Basic Instinct somehow slipped through the net, I knew that pretty much anything went. Except Conan the Barbarian it seemed. All the sexy bikini-killings and inexplicably terrible accents just didn't resonate well with my father.

I've always been a sucker for sagas. I put it down to the enjoyment of watching great characters and their world's grow bypassing the measly 2hrs duration, which is why I've become a telly addict now as well. Star Wars (the original  trilogy before Lucas needed a new pool) and the Trek were responsible for my adoration for sci-fi. Rocky made the underdog an even worthier hero. Back to the Future made me a sucker for all things time-travel, and Indiana Jones swung from vines and carefully tread between booby traps in the name of God. Well, he spelt his name out on rocks above a bottomless chasm which was structurally unsound and albeit impossible. My attitude towards anything I watch these days is clearly inspired by a shit ton of magical stuff from my childhood.

Alternatively, I tend to avoid the CGI heavy crap which is becoming more and more prevalent in movies. Transformers almost gave me ocular ahernia and as much as I enjoy an adventurous plot, The Hangover Part III was so detached from what made it so funny in the first place, I wish I hadn't bothered. I even find war epics a little samey unless they've an interesting spin on them like Kubrick's vlog-inspired Full Metal Jacket. 

I'm going to write reviews of the films I go and see, the TV shows I've finally gotten round to finishing and I'll even chuck in the odd older picture for good measure which I hope you enjoy reading. How does one sign off these things? I don't know, but I could murder a tea and a wee.