A criminal mastermind, Haghi, wishes to get his hand on some Japanese government secrets. In order to do so, he enlists the talents of the Russian spy Sonja Baranikowa, who must use her feminine wiles to procure information from a debonair young spy, known only as his number, 326. Haghi's immoral plans are considerably complicated, however, when Sonja falls for the man she is supposed to be manipulating.
Monday, August 27, 2018
Film review: SPIONE (Fritz Lang, 1928)
Posted by Emma at 8/27/2018 10:35:00 am 3 comments:
Labels: 1928, 20s, action, classics, drugs, film music, Fritz Lang, Germany, Hans Zimmer, Japan, Jesse Eisenberg, Kenneth Branagh, PG, romance, Rudolf Klein-Rogge, Sharlto Copley, silent movies, spy
Wednesday, August 22, 2018
Restaurant review: DAWAT (Tooting)
I could have South Asian cuisine for dinner most evenings, and Tooting boasts two great Pakistani restaurants, situated across the road from each other, to ensure that you never get tired of going to the same place.
My comments about Lahore Karahi pretty much all apply to Dawat, with regards to affordability, portion sizes and the no-frills dining experience. However, of the two, I think Dawat just edges it, because, from my two visits to Dawat, I felt their ingredients were fresher. See the photo below:
Saturday, August 18, 2018
Film review: TERMINAL (Vaughn Stein, 2018)
A waitress talks to a dying man. Two bickering assassins await orders on their next hit. And a quirky janitor lurks around a dilapidated train station. These seemingly disparate goings on in an anonymous neon-lit British town are all somehow linked, and slowly the plot pieces together in Vaughn Stein’s crime caper that plays out as a terrible Quentin Tarantino rip-off.
Posted by Emma at 8/18/2018 11:43:00 am 6 comments:
Labels: 2018, Cara Delevingne, crap, Dexter Fletcher, Florence Pugh, Jeremy Irons, Margot Robbie, Max Irons, Mike Myers, mysteries, reviews, Rita Ora, Simon Pegg, Suicide Squad, Tarantino, Vicky Krieps
Monday, August 13, 2018
My Moneyball moment
Earlier this year, I had a job interview for a Finance role, wherein I had to give a pitch about myself. I found the task a little daunting (how does one sell themselves without sounding egotistical?), but I remembered one of the fundamental tenets of good film writing: show, don't tell.
Rather than tell my interviewers what I could do, I thought I'd show them. I said I had some experience with R, and put my money where my mouth was in the form of this graph:
So there you go: my very own "Jonah Hill in Moneyball" moment. And just like Hill's character convinced Brad Pitt with his expert understanding of baseball economics, I convinced my interviewers thanks to my graph of goals scored by Chelsea players!
And they say films don't teach you anything. ;)
Posted by Emma at 8/13/2018 03:47:00 pm 2 comments:
Labels: 2011, Chelsea, film and life crossover, football, graphs, Jonah Hill, money, screenplay, sport, statistics, writing
Saturday, August 11, 2018
Takeaway review: KENNEDY’S OF GOSWELL ROAD (Clerkenwell)
On Monday, me and my friend Rebecca (previous places sampled with the babe here) had a lunch-time catch-up over fish and chips at Kennedy’s of Goswell Road.
Rebecca and I both had a regular cod and chips, which at £6.50, offered a much more reasonable return for our money than the practically non-existent portions you get at United Chip, down the road.
In terms of quality of the lunch, with The Narrow being the finest fish and chips I’ve sampled in London and Quality Fish and Chips being the worst, I’m glad to report that Kennedy’s leans closer to the former than the latter.
Posted by Emma at 8/11/2018 01:37:00 pm No comments:
Labels: 2018, bad service, chips, Clerkenwell, fish, friendship, KFC, Rebecca, sauces, takeaway
Wednesday, August 08, 2018
Inbetween a 15 and an 18
This blog is rated 15 for strong sex references.
Every year, I like to analyse the BBFC short insight for a film, before I’ve even seen it. Last year, I nerded out to the BBFCinsight for Dunkirk, as it was an unprecedented case of four different adjectives for each of its classification issues.
The year before, I was excited because Suicide Squad got a 15, which is really unusual for a big studio superhero movie. Funnily enough, Suicide Squad’s short insight is actually subsumed in Dunkirk’s, ‘sustained threat, intense sequences, moderate violence, strong language’, yet Dunkirk is a rating lower.
Tangential, but Dunkirk has Harry Styles (a singer-turned-actor) and Suicide Squad has Cara Delevingne (a model-turned-cocaine addict). They used to ‘date’ each other. I daresay one was substantially more successful at acting than the other.
2018’s bout of ‘Emma critiquing the BBFCinsight of a film having not even seen the movie’ comes for the upcoming The Festival. For this film, Iain Morris and Damon Beesley, the creators of The Inbetweeners, collaborate again, as director and producers, respectively.
Posted by Emma at 8/08/2018 06:21:00 pm 7 comments:
Labels: 15, 18, 2011, 2018, BBFC, Cambridge, Cara Delevingne, celebrity, comedy, embarrassing, Harry Styles, Joe Thomas, London, Moonlight, photos, Sex, Simon Bird, Tesco, The Inbetweeners, violence
Wednesday, August 01, 2018
Film review: METROPOLIS (Fritz Lang, 1927)
The city of Metropolis is separated into the wealthy upper class, who live an opulent lifestyle above the ground. Below the ground are the impoverished labourers, who’s hard work keeps the city running so the rich can enjoy themselves.
Freder, the son of the calculating overlord who oversees Metropolis, Joh Fredersen, was living in blissful ignorance until one day, Maria, a saintly woman who instils hope in the beleaguered workmen, infiltrates his lavish habitat and implores him for his help.
Posted by Emma at 8/01/2018 05:05:00 pm 7 comments:
Labels: 1927, 20s, Bérénice Bejo, cinematography, class, foreign cinema, Fritz Lang, Germany, Jean Dujardin, politics, silent movies
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