· Open // Cyril Hahn feat. Ryan Ashley
· The Impasse // Hookworms
· Displaced // Dirty Beaches
· Breakdown // Peaking Lights
· Hot Squash // Pulled Apart By Horses
· Moment 4 Life // Nicki Minaj feat. Drake
· Caroline // Fleetwood Mac
· Doll Parts // Hole
· Kettering // The Antlers
· Fade Into You // Mazy Star
Song of the Week:
· Break the Rules // Charli XCX
In her latest Voice from the Glitter Sea piece, Amy Campbell reflects on “movie moments” and their everyday equivalents
It’s strange that in movies the moments you remember are always the big ones; the battle-cries and last breaths and long anticipated kisses and amazing athletic feats. I waited a long time for movie moments in my life before concluding that maybe they’re just that, just for movies. But now the summer’s over and I’m pulling the same red jumper over my head in the mornings and I’ve been going through one of my ‘reflect on my life’ phases and I’ve come to the conclusion that movie moments are kind of everywhere.
I’ve been so busy waiting for someone to run to the airport to stop me from getting on the plane and going on my planned five day family holiday to Scotland that I didn’t appreciate the things that meant the most; a smile from a friend that doesn’t smile often enough (and the first thing you think is “you’ve got a smile that could light up this whole town” and the second thing is “was that a Taylor Swift lyric that’s embarrassing”), eye contact that lasts a second past normal then a second past abnormal and you’re into ‘what can this mean can this mean that this can’t mean that but I think I want it to’ territory, when you look away first but can still feel their eyes on you and it’s new and exciting and crazy.
And sometimes, moments can be moments of contact. It can be a hug that you didn’t realise you’d been needing from a person you didn’t realise you needed, but you did and you had been and you know it now. Someone squeezing your hand tighter at the exact moment you were about to sob. The moment in a race that comes after ready steady go, not the feeling of releasing anticipation as you start to run, not the feeling of crossing the finish line but the feeling in between - the feeling of sun in your eyes and feet hitting the grass and outstretched fingers on outstretched arms brushing against someone’s shoulder as you run just to remind yourself that they’re real.
During my reflecting, I’ve realised that maybe the memory of washing the dishes with someone you love is the equivalent of a last second goal just as the referee blows the whistle. Maybe you don’t need to be with the love of your life to make looking up at the stars beautiful. I think I’d choose the noise my thumbs make as I tap my phone screen quickly because I’m talking to someone important over slamming a door dramatically after delivering a memorable one liner any day.
When I looked out the window during my first English class back in school, I had a moment. The sunlight was shining off the window panes and the sky was the sort of blue you wish you could bottle up and drink on a rainy day and a leaf pulled away from a tree branch and blew into the air by itself, and I watched it before it disappeared into insignificance, knowing that this is the most significant moment of it’s life. Suddenly I feel someone beside me, I can sense smiles and eye contact and laughter and their beautiful mind, sense hugs and hand holding and stargazing and running and texting and handing them the plate you just washed so they can dry it and put it away.
If I close my eyes, I can still feel all of my favourite moments so clearly it’s like I’m still living them. But I keep them open. Because I know the important things are small now, and I don’t want to miss a thing.
House of Cards
This is the it TV show, as anyone with Netflix already knows- the rest of us must rely on second rate media such as this article. Many of you will have recently finished Breaking Bad and are pining for good tv again, others looking for a break from Geordie Shore to relieve their guilty conscience: Either way, House of Cards is the answer.
As a tv show it’s one of the best I’ve ever seen, too well made and genuinely interesting to be a common drama, but not as sometimes boring and overly artistically complicated as the likes of Breaking Bad. We watch tv in part for its trashiness and House of Cards straddles the line perfectly. Also, two words: Kevin Spacey. The big man himself has deigned to step down from his mighty a-list perch, and as if that wasn’t good enough, he comes with a southern accent folks.
All in all this political thriller following the trajectory of power hungry congress majority-whip Frank Underwood is captivating (I have resorted to stealing my aunts iPad over the past few days at every opportunity I can get), addictive (every opportunity has amounted to twenty-one 50 minute episodes in 1 week), and still being made. Happy watching.
Daydream // Bloody Knees
The Sunlight // New Build
Wimme Nah // Vic Mensa
River // Ibeyi
Little Monster // Royal Blood
From the Vault:
Stolen Dance // Milky Chance
Fell in Love With a Girl // The White Stripes
Bills Bills Bills // Destiny’s Child
Hey, That’s No Way to Say Goodbye // Leonard Cohen
Tearz // Wu Tang Clan
Song of the Week:
All I Want // Kid Wave
Coltt’s latest recruit Aideen Fox on “Hector and The Search For Happiness”, and why it surprised her
A psychiatrist travels the globe to find happiness - this couldn’t sound more clichéd, and yet the film is. It does exactly what it says on the tin, and everything is foreseeable.
What I found though, if you try look past the utterly chronic plot and structure, there is something quite compelling about this film. Hector (Simon Pegg) is a rich, healthy physiatrist who is simply unsatisfied with his life; so what is the answer? To conjure up a small fortune, completely abandon his job and devoted girlfriend, and travel to the four corners of the globe in the hope (but with no guarantee) that he will find inner peace and happiness. Hector travels the world (via first class) to get an insight into what happiness is, ultimately for the benefit of his patients.He visits Buddhist monks, African communities and returns to his long lost love who has rebuilt her entire life in LA (without him), just for the sake of a new peace of mind.
The story line really speaks for itself, but I cannot come to bring myself to say I regret going to see it. This film expresses culture and adventure in a beautiful way. It has been shot with an entrancing illustration and creative filming techniques, which are surprisingly unique and wonderful. As for Pegg’s performance - although he is evidently trying to explore more emotionally driven acting roles, I think comedy is truly his forté. Although his acting was funny and heartwarming, at times there was an insincerity about it. Pegg seemed desperate to compel the audience and breakthrough to show that he is a multigenerational actor, which only felt contrived.
There were a few other problems with Hector: the writers over-simplified the concept of happiness by reducing it to a list of specific things you must to complete in order to achieve contentedness. Also, the over-all message of the film seems to be that you must voyage around the globe in order to find peace, which is just completely irrational. The script had a lot of potential, and there was an abundance wasted talent such as Rosamund Pike and Jean Reno, both of whom had minor parts to play, yet still were incredible and brought the film together with their ability to switch between humour and drama with ease.
The plot was abysmal, but I do believe this film had a light hearted intention, and I honestly felt uplifted leaving the cinema. It surprised me.