V for 1984

the story of this weekend began as a fairly conspicuous phone call around 5:45am on Saturday morning. It was the furniture guys. Sara and I jumped up quick-sharp to clear out the living room and to move her car so they could shift our stuff into the living room. By stuff I mean 1 x 3 seater couch, 2 x arm-chairs, 1 x 6-seater dining table, 6 x dining chairs. It’s amazing how much new stuff can make a room look so much better. The dining suite is a nice, simple dark wood whilst the couch and armchairs are all a dark blue/navy colour - non of this micro-suede stuff that appears to be popping up everywhere.

We still have our old couch in the living room as well and are considering a beer, chips and PS2 games night. Noone would be allowed to drive, as you’d all have to get *pished*. (Especially you Amy!)

In preparation of said night Sara and I have begun our Tekken tag training regime. Mainly it consists of me kicking her ass then her spending some time practising moves, then a re-match, repeat ad infinitum. Slowly and surely the girl is learning.

Saturday night we had the lovely nichola over for dinner before declining an invite to V as we were feeling fairly exhausted from having to wake up so early for the furniture guys. In the end Sara’s brother+gf came over and we watched Lemony Snicket’s a Series of Unfortunate Events and ate M&Ms.

To sate my curiosity about V we decided to catch it on Sunday afternoon. Unfortunately most of the movie was spoilt by some fucking losers up the front making a sound reminiscent of a whale’s mating call - through more than 85% of the flick. Surprisingly enough, regardless of how many people stood up, looked around, appeared to get irritated, or even mentioned the fact that they couldn’t catch most of the movie because of the sound - Sara and I found we were the ONLY people to complain. We got 2 free tickets to the Cinema, but admittedly I don’t think we’ll be going to see V again, which I feel is a real shame because what I saw of the movie I thought was fairly cool.

Of course the countless 1984 references couldn’t be ignored, specially as I’m actually reading the novel as we speak, but to tell you the truth, I wasn’t nearly as scared of “the finger” as I am of the “Thought Police”. Good to know heaps of other people have also mentioned the similarities. I’m also glad to know that I’m not the only person (thanks Bruce) who recognised that John Hurt played the V version of 1984’s Big Brother, whilst in back in the *real* ‘84 he played the original 1984 hero, Winston.

Still - was pretty entertaining.

Posted by Christian 2 April 2006

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