GARAGE
Went to see Garage last night – Was a bit grumpy before I went into the cinema cuz I really hate the West End. It was so crowded and the tourists were doing my head in, the way they stopped and started and it was freezing cold too – I got caught in that hailstone shower and was soaked…
Anyway, just before we went into the cinema, they had to empty it of the people inside. Out they came one by one and who was among them only Mike Leigh – Hup hup! The Usher asked him what he thought and his eyes widened and he nodded seriously “very good”… great, my mood lifted…
We got a grand ol’ seat in the middle and of course the tallest person (complete with chefs hat, I’m not coddin’ ya) in the cinema is destined to sit in front of me and he does, what a pain. I lean to the side for the duration. The film starts and I am away…
The film is directed by a Dublin Man by the name of Leonard Abrahamson. He goes to study Physics in Trinity and emerges with a first class honours degree in Philosophy. While there he starts up a video society with a friend and they try their hand at film making on a small scale. One thing leads to another and in time he finds himself torn between his love for film and Philosophy. Thank God he chose the former. Films like this need to be made.
For Garage, he teams up with writer Mark O Halloran gets a few top actors, among the bigger names; Pat Shortt, Anne-Marie Duff… much as I like Anne Marie Duff, I felt as though she was wrong for this particular role…
and this guy I have not heard of before but he is Conor Ryan (below on the left) and a perfect choice for the role. Good on ya Amy Rowan (Casting Director)
The film is set in a small sleepy village in Ireland where nothing ever really happens. It’s a slice outta the life of a fella called Josie. He is a bit soft in the head. He is a totally harmless ol’ fella and his best friend is a horse. The rest of the village holds a random pack of characters. Even if the film didn’t have any story to tell, you’d be happy watching them anyway. There is a story to be told however, and as the yank said as he emerged from the cinema: “It’s not a bunch of chuckles…”
Go and see this one…
go wan….
Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on….
Fierce high jinx altogether…
Had a nice cycle in to work this morning. I was doing my usual rubber necking. I saw a really old sign that read “G Wallin & Co. Tin Box Makers”
I thought it was really cool and started to think about how jobs have changed over time… I was so lost in thought that I didn’t see the barricade in front of me…
I saw it as I was just about to hit it, so I managed to pull my brakes but I still did some involuntary somersaults & high jinks & circus tricks & my phalanges got crushed too.
I was kinda embarrassed peeling myself off the barricade and I looked up at the windows of all the flats lining the street but no one was looking out…
Anyone for some carrot soup? Yera do!
I’m going to cook me some soup fit for a queen now…
Just got a bag a carrots from the co-op on Forest Hill Rd. Big long queue as usual but shur ’twas worth the wait cuz this bag a carrots was only 49p…
Yes indeedy, grand an’ cheap for the strugglin’ actor. I pop Stevie Wonder into the CD player to get me in the mood…
…and on I go to a spot of peeling. The peeler is grand an’ sharp and the skin eases off gently, aaaaaaah!
Here they are now, all peeled and all lined up and like lambs to the slaughter…
I chop like a madwoman for a further 5 minutes or so, til I have some lovely orange shapes in the saucepan…
Now next, you get some emmm… veggie stock cubes… I discover I’ve only one left, blast it anyway.
Yera it’ll be grand I’d say…
Pour the stock over the waiting carrots very gently. Everything in my kitchen is done with tender loving care…The carrots are just lapping it up, they’re squiggling around now in their Jacuzzi of stock…
Cover with a lid and let it do its thing.
“Superstition” comes on and my feet start to move involuntarily across the kitchen floor.
I start throwing unbelievable shapes, high jumps and moon walking n everything – I’m like Michael Jackson…
Back to the carrots though. It’s important not to get too carried away at this stage.
Very important things are going on inside those curved walls. Let it linger away. Don’t interfere with the process. All that dancing around can be tiresome enough and some time needs killing, so I chill and let Stevie sing to me. He tells me he has a problem in his life… Tell me all about it Stevie, I’m all ears and I’ll sing along with you when the chorus comes along…
I drift away until it’s time to do a bit of stabbing…
I love that part. It isn’t everyday you get to stab something. It’s liberating! Try it!
It’s almost time for the crushing device. Be careful not to burn yourself with the splatters coming off this thing.
Next comes the best bit… the tasting! Oh holy Mother of Mercy and Devine Jesus hold me back!
Now, I really hate to blow my own trumpet, but this here is something unworldly. It’s nectar of the Gods… It’s tantalising! It’s driving my taste buds bananas! Oh my God! Wow! Yes! …Yes! YES!
