Mr. Red

Once upon a time, in a land not very far away, there lived a man named Redford Red. His bed was red, his car was red, his banjo was red. Even still, it was none of these things that made him a complete outcast.

That was because he was a horrible person (and a terrible banjo player).

One day, he decided to change his name, so people wouln't recognise him so suddenly.

So he did.

To Dylan Knur.

Pity, he's still a horrible person.

But no whe has some friends, although one mysterious individual with dark hair and ambiguously blue eys pushes him around quite a bit, much to Redford- sorry, Dylan-'s mother's horror.

And it is with this news that I announce my annoyance.

Annoyance at major DVD retailers.

Because they don't stock Dancer in the Dark.

And if they do, its at quite an obsorbitant price.

Well, that was my rambling for today.

Huzzah.

Randy's random Adventure, Pt 2

Previously on Randy's random Adventure....
...then I was home again.But what had happened to my money??.....
I looked everywhere- The cupboard, the drawer, the safe, the wardrobe, the television, the fish tank, the cheese, the washing machine, the freezer....when I had a brainwave-
Maybe it's in my wallet!
I shoved my hand in my pocket and drew out my leather wallet. I flipped it open, and there it was.
100 dollars.
Green.
Green.
Green.
All of a sudden I was in a tree. I tried to shout but all that came out was a chirp. I looked down and saw feathers. Feathers, feathers, everywhere.
I don't think I'm a narwhal anymore, Toto.


stay tuned for more.

I think you may find I am not a CHERUB, but a DOGFLAP-
Dashing
Overly
Good
Film
Loving
Awesome
Person

Beat that.

Go clean an emu.

Jane Campion's Bright Star, plus more rambling.

Hello Dylan.
No, I am not continuing with my story, although it is fantastic.
No, I am here to review a film.
That's right, a film. For that was actually the reason I created a blog. To trash movies.
But, alas, this one was actually good.
As you may have already guessed, it's called Bright Star, and was directed by none other than the fantastic Jane Campion. A coproduction between Australia and the United Kingdom film councils, it tells the love story between a young poet (Ben Whishaw) and a dressmaker (a fabulous Abbie Cornish).
The oscar-nominated costumes, sets and cinematography are marvellous, as is the acting and screenplay. The direction is impeccable and whatsmore, its available to rent right now!
****1/2
Four and a half stars out of five.

Now for the 'more rambling', as promised beforehand.
I am annoyed at acmi, aka the australian centre for the moving image, because all the stuff I want to attend is either 15+ or 18+. I, being 14, would not be able to go to these films/discussions.
Another thing that is getting my goat is ads.
Especially that 'Lifebuoy' soap ad, which has horrible voice dubbing, and that overly-long nike ad.
Thats it for me,
Over and out.

A Post that will shock Dylan.

"whatever shall I do with this money," I thought, as I walked down the pavement.
Red, red everywhere, nothing but red.
The camera came up to me and I couoldn't stop it...
Down.
Down.
Down.
Into the sinking black abyss.
I tried to call for help, but then I was home again.
But what had happened to my money??
Stay tuned for the next installment in....
'Randy's Random art house story!"

well, i just had some chips and they were quite tasty indeed.
I had a haircut at 12, by Sami's brother (Michael i think his name is)'s girlfriend, Cherelle.
She was very bubbly and friendly, and I am happy with the end result.

My first blog.

Howdy.
I can't think of anything to say, anything interesting anyway....
So, I'll come back later when something interesting happens.
How about that.