Showing posts with label Jack the Ripper. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jack the Ripper. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

The Wolfman

I have not been watching all that many movies lately, and my horror movie challenge is… well I stared watching “Körkarlen” and it’s really boring so the whole thing is on ice at the moment, maybe I have to change that movie to something else…

Anyway… haven’t seen the original “The Wolf Man” but I did read a script for the one with Benico and I really really hope it was an early draft that has been changed A LOT because it was sort of crap. Oh and I don’t like when they toss in real characters in movies and it seems like Inspector Abberline is in the movie. Why? Is there a reason? I remember when I read the script and it said “London 1888” and went, “Okay, so that means Jack the Ripper will appear…” and he did...

When I read the script some parts had a “Sleepy Hollow” vibe about them and it turns out that Andrew Kevin Walker has been working on this script as well.

Oh, I have to go and make some more tea before I start watching the movie… made I’ll find some snacks as well…

Name: The Wolfman
Country: UK/America
Tea: Rhubarb
Snack: Limpa with caviar on it.
Expectations: I like Benico and I like Emily and it’s Victorian times which I like. Hopefully there will be nice sets and costumes; I have more hope about the clothes being pretty than the movie being good.

Golem makes a little cameo, cute…

Thank God they changed the part when he (the werewolf) gets attacked by a crocodile and the wolves running around in London. Why are wolves always such weird psycho animals in movies? In the script I read the werewolf lets the wolves out from the cage at the zoo (after he’s been attack by a Nile crocodile) and the wolves just starts to hunt people in the streets, why? In “Day after tomorrow” the wolves also become weird killing machines; I just doesn’t make sense to me.

I must say that the movie, towards the end becomes a little tiresome for me. It would have been better if it was all taking place on the moors or in London, but if it was in London I would rather have followed the detectives work instead of the werewolf. Two hours is too much.

Best thing in the movie: Garden, houses and of course the topiary!

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Random facts about me

I just realized (well I just counted) I have six books about Jack the Ripper in my bookcase. And I haven't read all of them, think there is two of them that I haven't read, but which?



Picture from Punch 1888, found at Wikimedia

Dreams

At first I didn’t think too much of it but then I had another dream with similar team. First dream took place in one of my old schools. I had a few spare moments and I went shopping and I got a book, more like a pamphlet, about Jack the Ripper. Even in my dream I was like, “What? Why? Shouldn’t I save my money instead?” I put it in my bag and then I put my bag in this big closet back in school. Then, later I see this bag on the floor and the only thing missing is my book. I apparently know what class the thieve goes to so I head over there during class and make a silly speech, “I know someone here took it, I’m not mad I just want my book back.” First there’s silence and then a girl rats the thief out and I get my book, pretty messed up now, bent and such. So when I start to walk out of the classroom I get more and more angry, what did the guy do to this book anyway?
“No this is not okay, you better pay up.”
“You said you weren’t mad.”
“I lied, deal with it!”
He gets his wallet up and snatches some money out of it and start walking again, yelling, “Go and get a proper book about Jack, I recommend Donald Rumbelow.”
Waking up I thought, if I got the money for the book he could have kept it.

Then a few days later I have another dream, I’m in town or something, this big weird black and white metropolis kind of city and there are these girls that are sort of lost and I help them out and we end up at my place where they want to look at in my closet. There’s this odd feeling, my mother is there as well. I see one of the girls, while speaking in this mock impressed voice take a bra (still on a hanger) and puts it in her bag.
I confront her and snatch the bra up and that’s not the only thing she has taken. Mom and I go through their stuff and take back whatever they have stolen and throw them out. Waking up I’m like, wait, they were standing by the jewelries, I should have checked and see if there was anything missing.

Two dreams about someone stealing from me, that can’t be a coincident can it?