Woe is me. I was given the lovely offer of another Bordeaux–Scharnelle’s sister and due to lack of space and the grumpy response of Miss Spoiled had to turn it down. Some things in life are measured by quality, some by experience, some by anticipation, and some by quantity. Currently my world is a small one, absence of chocolate (personal protest) abundance of cherries (it is summer) and the firm belief that too many Bordeaux are never enough. Unfortunately, I only have one queen size bed and two spaces, therefore any other additions would be relegated to being on the outside because one thing I have learned from my lovely Dogue is that Scharnelle doesn’t share!
I woke to find a suspiciously absent Scharnelle as she usually demands her breakfast biscuit long before I am ready to roll out of bed. This morning, however, there was no panting in my ear to wake me. I wandered around the house until I found her sitting on my chair with one of my shoes in her mouth.
It wasn’t the shoe as much as the fact it was my Italian leather pink kitten heel slingback that dangled from the huge jaws of a mastiff. She hadn’t had time to do more than drool inside of it but I knew in my heart it would never be the same. Once a Bordeaux gets hold of something it rarely is. Since Scharnelle is well past the age of chewing personal items unless exacting revenge I decided that she needed reminding just who was top dog in our house.
One thing Scharnelle dislikes is the consumer idiocy of society, she frequently shows her displeasure by either farting, snorting or chewing the remote during television commercials. So after careful thought I realised that the best punishment was to subject her to the indignity of the Santa photo. Now do not misunderstand, Scharnelle is not against presents in fact she expects them on a nearly daily basis but to sit next to a ridiculous man in a red suit is enough to make any respectable mastiff belch in annoyance.
So we went to the pet store and she belched, attempted to run away, knocked over their fake Christmas tree and terrified a small foxy. A bull in a china shop had nothing on us, still the picture was taken and dutifully posted to the world. From now on I might put my shoes back in the cupboard.
Merry Christmas from me and from her.
Ryan Gosling in another understated, yet elegant performance is fast becoming the man to watch in cinema. Drive is a wry, thoughtful, slow burn thriller with an enigmatic hero caught between the consequence of poor choices. Known only as Driver, the first minutes of the film reveal a wonderful action sequence not because of special effects or explosions but because of the tense interplay between the Driver and his objective. This film is not for those who want cheap thrills, who want excessive cgi, who want muscle bound heroes doing improbable things. This movie is for people who enjoy complex characters, the inevitable brutality of those who live on the fringes.
This movie will bring the viewer between action, interaction and connection as Driver drifts into his decisions due to his involvement with the woman next door. This movie uses well what many forget and that is the strength of silence on screen. This is a character driven film of violence, action and atmosphere. It won’t be for everyone, many will fault it for not being the predictable action pap, those who enjoy it will discover a dark story of a man of calm intensity and the lengths he will go in order to protect what he values.
8.5/10 For the right person—superb