mostly david ephgrave

This weekend has mostly involved binge watching the second series of the excellent Stranger Things, with a brief diversion via the film Halloween, which I always watch with my wife at this time of year as a slightly dark tradition. We’d actually intended on going to watch the film at the Prince Charles Cinema today, but decided not to, as my labyrinthitis made the thought of travelling on the Underground or walking through Central London wholly unappealing; in the end, we opted for watching the DVD at home with a bowl of popcorn and a cat (we didn’t eat the latter). The film was fun, as it always is - though why Jamie Lee Curtis kept leaving knives lying around a briefly unconscious Michael Myers I’ll never know - but the first six episode of Stranger Things (that’s as far as we’ve got at time of writing) is something else, managing to truly rival the first series, with lots of room for character development with no-one wasted, and a great mix of h...

Last night, I went to a screening of Halloween at the Prince Charles Cinema; definitely the darkest film in Mike Myers’ oeuvre. He didn’t do his Scottish accent once: either as a fat, ginger man in a kilt or a tiny-eared ogre. In fact he barely spoke. He spent most of the film curb crawling and breathing heavily. Perhaps he was concentrating. I’m surprised the sound department didn’t dub this out. I guess this was due to the tight budget. Either way, I hope Mike had a chest x-ray as soon as he'd finished shooting. (In reality, I know the difference between Mike Myers, the comic actor, and Michael Myers, the fictional knife-wielding maniac. I’m misunderstanding it for comic effect. You can’t deny we’re having fun, though. Please. Don’t.) It was nice to see Halloween on the big screen with an audience. A film like this is best enjoyed as a group, rather than on your own in an empty house. We’ve all made that mistake. I was surprised everyone wasn't more ...