I was lucky enough to get an invitation for the premier of this documentary in Oxford earlier this week. This is the first time your intrepid review will be reflecting on a film in its freshest possible form.
Moving to Mars follows a year in the lives of two families who move from a refugee camp […]
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Posted 02 March 2010
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For some reason I thought this film was going to be good: perhaps I conflated it with the previous, inspired films featuring Julianne Moore on a kitsch-banal suburban backdrop: Far From Heaven, Safe.
Well I was wrong - A Single Man is singularly awful. The whole texture of the film is sterile, stilted, dry and […]
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Posted 27 February 2010
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I tried to get out of Mumbai more-or-less as soon as I could. Now I was sitting on a minibus, weaving slowly north through the evening traffic: I was still a little unsure about whether this bus really was going to Bijapur - everybody at the ticket office had said something different.
About 10pm we stopped. […]
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Posted 22 February 2010
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There’s an old guy who’s usually down at the allotments, and I’d always thought there was something funny about him. Only today did I realise what it is: he dresses in a shirt, jacket and tie when he gardens.
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Posted 21 February 2010
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As of yesterday evening, I have established a yeast colony living in my house.
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Posted 21 February 2010
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Some photos from India up online, and more to come.
I worry about Flickr, by the way. It’s a great photo site, but I think that traffic might be declining - at least, it is for my photos. I’m pretty sure this is because of the rise of Facebook. Fbook is drinking Flickr’s milkshake.
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Posted 18 February 2010
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Sorry the site’s been down for a few weeks. At least it’s back now!
That’s the first serious outage on totalcardboard.com since I first put the site up, back in… ah… 2003 or something. I’m not quite sure why I’ve kept it going all this time.
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Posted 18 February 2010
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As the scudding day passed overhead the dingy windows glowed and faded in ghostly retrograde. A car passed along the road outside, labouring in the sand, died away. Dilsey sat bolt upright, her hand on Ben’s knee. Two tears slid down her fallen cheeks, in and out of the myriad coruscations of immolation and abnegation […]
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Posted 10 January 2010
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I arrived at Mumbai airport at about 3 in the morning. I got a taxi from the airport to downtown, and stared out the window at the great, grimy city closing in on me. Airport to downtown Mumbai is a long journey past a series of slums and industrial areas. At 3am, the images passing […]
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Posted 23 December 2009
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I find out that my great-grandfather, Andrew Mansfield, was born in Crafers Pub. Which was odd, because I was in that pub just the night before, playing darts. It’s still a shitty place in the middle of nowhere.
I try to imagine my ancestors, how they felt about life here in the rough and rude colony. […]
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Posted 23 December 2009
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