So proud to see ‘I AM NOT A WITCH’ by a ZAMBIAN director won a BAFTA… congratulations to all!
Melancholy and Mother Courage: why Three Billboards won the 2018 Baftas
Martin McDonagh’s black comedy, which features a powerhouse performance from Frances McDormand, surged to a surprise victory at the UK’s premier film awards: Read Full Article
“The victory for the first-time film-maker Rungano Nyoni for her excellent film I Am Not a Witch in the outstanding British debut category is good news – and this is the category that tends to mean the most to its nominees, and that has, proportionately, the most impact on the winner’s career. I admit that I was tipping Lady Macbeth here, but I Am Not a Witch is a terrific film with an elegantly tuned sense of humour and real artistry in its visual sense.”
Read Full Article from The Guardian written by Peter Bradshaw Mon 19 Feb 2018
For almost seven years, Hubby and I produced soft and crumbly fudge in our little (Council approved) kitchen at home, supplying small shops and attending festivals and events in and around Perth, Western Australia.
One of those was Dowerin Field Day a mighty showcase for Wheat Belt farmers and their machinery. The ‘field’ includes a grassed runway, specifically for visiting farmers to land their private planes. Everything is huge!
Traffic was banked up for literally miles on narrow country roads, as enormous machinery was brought in to exhibit. Those machines are worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, so one sale can make the three day stay, well worth the effort.
However, we chose to travel home each night to refresh our supplies – there was only so much fudge one can fit into a little Hyundai Accent. It was a challenge but hubby being an ex musician, enjoyed fitting the stall and supplies into our small car.
Dowerin is just over two hours from our humble home in the Northern Suburbs of Perth. A couple of times, the trip took 3-4 hours instead. We battled those enormous trailers and their long lines of cars waiting to pass on narrow roads, on the set-up drive there on day one and the take-down drive home, on day three.
On day 2, the first sales day, I took a break from selling and bumped into Rachael Johns and her 2nd book, ‘Man Drought’. As fellow writers, we had lots to chat about; not least of which, my brother had just moved to Goomalling where Rachael and her husband ran the local supermarket.
I also wanted to know how her year had been since we were both guest presenters at the inaugural Avon Valley Writers Festival in 2012 and I bought her first book ‘Jilted’.
She talked about writing romance novels and specifically rural romance. Rachael was so warm and engaging, I knew I’d love her book which I read, as soon as I could after I’d got my hands on it.
Later, speaking with my screenwriter hat on, I told Rachael I thought ‘Man Drought’ would make a phenomenal TV Series. I still think so and am very surprised no-one has picked it up yet. If I was producing, I certainly would.
Six years later, international best-selling author, Rachael has produced 22 books, won numerous awards and moved out of the IGA Supermarket in Goomalling near Dowerin to the Big City Lights of small-town Perth.
However, I am still a HUGE fan and need to catch up on her books I haven’t read yet – from such an impressive list!
Tony Hill infrequently posts his poetry on the Write Out Loud website then takes it off. I am a fan of his poetic style, approach, narrative construction and internal rhymes.
Today, he most kindly dedicated his poem entitled ‘The Hedge’ to me because I commented it was my favourite. He kindly gave permission to post it here on my blog.
One day, perhaps, he will let
me live, see my springy wrists
are bandaged in white florets,
see that I am ready for my
wedding, or my coronation,
not forget I have a heart,
albeit a ragged nest the sparrows
borrow from to build their own
in my arms, in my shadows.
O I have such weathers in me,
I flounce and foster summer
storms, know the hurly-burly,
the toss and turn, my feet at anchor,
my head at sea and so full
of birdsong my mind is crazed,
until he comes to eye me up
and cut me down to size.
When the toad sinks deeper
into untrammelled grass
and the drip, drip, drip begins
and the incremental moss
creeps, inch by inch, along
my limbs, and the lichen
mottles my skin, and when
I creak and ache, grown old,
he will forget about me again.
In winter I’m a basket case,
my mind completely lost
to high risk winds that
whistle their one tune through
my bones, cold and blue,
the moon bloody and transfixed
among my thorns. The wren,
as busy as ever, pickpockets
my shadows again and again
until the night is complete.
Come spring I will grow again,
come summer my veins
and capillaries will thicken
into knotted wood and words
that defy both secateurs and saw.
I will go haywire and stand before
him, a manifest of every bird
that has used me as its cage,
their songs my sweet tutelage.
How can he cut me down?
“The friends who foiled a gunman – and are now playing themselves in a Clint Eastwood movie
Two years ago, on a French train, three young Americans took down a man who was armed with an AK-47 and 300 rounds of ammunition. Now, they’re film stars. Where will their extraordinary lives go next?” Read the full article.
Film Stars Don’t Die in Liverpool review – Annette Bening and Jamie Bell in stranger-than-fiction love story
4/5stars
A tremendous central duo breathe life into Paul McGuigan’s endearing retelling of the real-life romance between a struggling young actor and Oscar-winner Gloria Graham.
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