Wait, what?

I don't know why I ended that last blog. I had more to say. Fuck, I didn't even name it.

It's a good day. Did my only exam for uni, Film Studies. Did not too shabby, I think. First half was to answer a few questions on one out of three topics.... I picked Realism, not because I had any great desire to be tested on it (not a fucking chance) but because the other two topics were Soviet Montage Theory and Counter Cinema, both of which I'd basically told to go fuck their collective selves at the studying stage. Therefore, I wasted a couple of pages talking about how realist filmmaking relied on how bloody simple you could film something. Then I actually wrote a bloody paragraph about a bit in the last scene of the movie Four Months, Three Weeks, Two Days where there is a break in coversation, and the two characters (I couldn't even remember their bloody names) sit in awkward silence and look about a bit. And then the film ends. I wrote that this is a good example of realist filmmaking by not cutting away from this. A bloody paragraph.

Second half of the exam was awesome. Write about a director you regard as an 'auteur'. I wrote about Martin Scorsese, talking about his gangster films. Well, Goodfellas and The Departed. Given that I've not seen Mean Streets, Taxi Driver, and only half of Casino, I didn't really have a LOT to talk about. But I squeezed a lot out of it.

As a side note, you will not believe how many times I try to write 'auteurism' and write 'autism' instead. It could lead to serious questions being asked...

Ciao for now.

PS. National Savings and Investments are complete tossers. Or at least, whoever runs their website is a complete tosser.