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Cillian Murphy Night, aka That Fandom Is Everywhere
Posted on 2008.03.14 at 14:01Feeling:
tired
Tabea, Lisa and I met yesterday for a Cillian Murphy Night. Tabea and I to celebrate Tabea buying three DVDs starring said Cillian Murphy, and Lisa was forced wanted to join because she had actually never seen a single movie with him.
We started with Breakfast on Pluto , because neither of us had seen that one. A beautiful film, constantly leaving you feeling torn between laughing and crying. Murphy is playing transgendered Patrick/Patricia "Kitten" Braden on is/her Odyssey to find his/her birth mother, and him/herself. The story takes place in Ireland and London of the 1970s, also thematising the political situation with IRA bombings and frictions between the Irish and English. Beautiful movie, highly recommendable, great acting on Murphy's part, and wonderfully entertaining 70s-costumes and songs.
Maybe ten minutes in the movie we see a boy in a Dalek costume, leading to a heated discussion about Daleks, Doctor Who, and if everybody but us Germans is familiar with that fandom.
Then we decided we needed a less depressive, happy movie. So we watched 28 Days Later. And let's not comment on our definition of happy movie, okay? 28 Days Later is a nice entertaining pseudo-zombie movie, a lot like I Am Legend, just British and without Will Smith. Jim, Murphy's character, wakes up in an abandoned hospital and finds himself in a world that seems to have gone crazy. Oh, and he's got this huge scar on his head, explaining why throughout the whole movie he keeps doing stupid things (clearly, he's brain-damaged). Anyway, we were having a lot of fun watching Jim and his fellow survivors hack any so-called "Infected" they encounter to pieces, when that face appears on the screen, resulting in Tabea and I simultaneously looking at each other asking "Isn't that...?" and then nodding at each other and laughing, probably confusing the hell out of poor Lisa. Guess who's the crazy military commander? The Doctor. As in, the Doctor. Doctor Who. The Ninth Doctor. Which of course made the rest of the movie even more entertaining for me, because clearly the Doctor, previously such a philantrope, was visiting Earth once again, only to have Jack, who, being from the future, knew about the coming disease, steal his TARDIS and leave the 21st century behind, taking his team to safety. Especially Ianto. And maybe he left Gwen behind. being left behind in what, from his point of view, equals the Middle Ages, of course left the poor Doctor a little bit miffed. (He conveniently forgets that that is what he did to Jack and this is just fair turnaround.) And having lost not only his TARDIS, but also his beloved sonic screwdriver, and being stuck with mankind during the outbreak of a disease turning everybody into a raging killing machine, he gets slightly ev0l and turns into a ruthless killer himself. Unfortunately for the Doctor, that's exactly what Jim finally does, too. I guess the bad soldiers taking his love interest to rape her and trying to execute him was too much for his already damaged brain. The poor Doctor gets killed, has to regenerate, and is still stuck on Earth without his TARDIS. dPK completely loses track of what the movie is about, whom you should want to survive, and keeps getting reminded that she shouldn't try and make sense of what happens. And all of this without me even having seen Doctor Who!
Then we watched Sunshine, a dark sci-fi movie starring, surprise surprise, Cillian Murphy as Capa, the physicist who has to send a bomb into the sun, also featuring Dalek cards or something at one point. Another excellent example for "I keel u coz gawd seez so and I iz a clinically insane religious fanatic." The idea is nice enough, and of course people dying in several different gruesome ways is always entertaining, but the plot keeps getting more and more predictable and the characters' actions often enough lead me back to "duh, brain damage!". I wouldn't do any better, but I'm not one if the handful of people mankind sent out to save Earth. Still, if you are wiling to oversee a couple of things, or have two people sitting next to you telling you to stop thinking, it's a good enough movie. The bad guy is not very convincing, but, well. Religious fanatics.
And then we were too tired for another movie and I got them to watch an episode of Torchwood with me.
The End.
P.S.: No, you don't have to understand my ramblings. They only make sense if you are at least slightly crazy and familiar with Torchwood.
We started with Breakfast on Pluto , because neither of us had seen that one. A beautiful film, constantly leaving you feeling torn between laughing and crying. Murphy is playing transgendered Patrick/Patricia "Kitten" Braden on is/her Odyssey to find his/her birth mother, and him/herself. The story takes place in Ireland and London of the 1970s, also thematising the political situation with IRA bombings and frictions between the Irish and English. Beautiful movie, highly recommendable, great acting on Murphy's part, and wonderfully entertaining 70s-costumes and songs.
Maybe ten minutes in the movie we see a boy in a Dalek costume, leading to a heated discussion about Daleks, Doctor Who, and if everybody but us Germans is familiar with that fandom.
Then we decided we needed a less depressive, happy movie. So we watched 28 Days Later. And let's not comment on our definition of happy movie, okay? 28 Days Later is a nice entertaining pseudo-zombie movie, a lot like I Am Legend, just British and without Will Smith. Jim, Murphy's character, wakes up in an abandoned hospital and finds himself in a world that seems to have gone crazy. Oh, and he's got this huge scar on his head, explaining why throughout the whole movie he keeps doing stupid things (clearly, he's brain-damaged). Anyway, we were having a lot of fun watching Jim and his fellow survivors hack any so-called "Infected" they encounter to pieces, when that face appears on the screen, resulting in Tabea and I simultaneously looking at each other asking "Isn't that...?" and then nodding at each other and laughing, probably confusing the hell out of poor Lisa. Guess who's the crazy military commander? The Doctor. As in, the Doctor. Doctor Who. The Ninth Doctor. Which of course made the rest of the movie even more entertaining for me, because clearly the Doctor, previously such a philantrope, was visiting Earth once again, only to have Jack, who, being from the future, knew about the coming disease, steal his TARDIS and leave the 21st century behind, taking his team to safety. Especially Ianto. And maybe he left Gwen behind. being left behind in what, from his point of view, equals the Middle Ages, of course left the poor Doctor a little bit miffed. (He conveniently forgets that that is what he did to Jack and this is just fair turnaround.) And having lost not only his TARDIS, but also his beloved sonic screwdriver, and being stuck with mankind during the outbreak of a disease turning everybody into a raging killing machine, he gets slightly ev0l and turns into a ruthless killer himself. Unfortunately for the Doctor, that's exactly what Jim finally does, too. I guess the bad soldiers taking his love interest to rape her and trying to execute him was too much for his already damaged brain. The poor Doctor gets killed, has to regenerate, and is still stuck on Earth without his TARDIS. dPK completely loses track of what the movie is about, whom you should want to survive, and keeps getting reminded that she shouldn't try and make sense of what happens. And all of this without me even having seen Doctor Who!
Then we watched Sunshine, a dark sci-fi movie starring, surprise surprise, Cillian Murphy as Capa, the physicist who has to send a bomb into the sun, also featuring Dalek cards or something at one point. Another excellent example for "I keel u coz gawd seez so and I iz a clinically insane religious fanatic." The idea is nice enough, and of course people dying in several different gruesome ways is always entertaining, but the plot keeps getting more and more predictable and the characters' actions often enough lead me back to "duh, brain damage!". I wouldn't do any better, but I'm not one if the handful of people mankind sent out to save Earth. Still, if you are wiling to oversee a couple of things, or have two people sitting next to you telling you to stop thinking, it's a good enough movie. The bad guy is not very convincing, but, well. Religious fanatics.
And then we were too tired for another movie and I got them to watch an episode of Torchwood with me.
The End.
P.S.: No, you don't have to understand my ramblings. They only make sense if you are at least slightly crazy and familiar with Torchwood.