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My lobbying works!

The powers that be in the Rysh Independent Film and Theatre guild have taken my recommendations to heart. I have nothing to do with the TV awards, but good friends of mine, Erica Nullin among them, do. Skins has hit them hard, and they like it. And, now, we have seven nominations for Skins. This is more than any other series. (Note: Nip/Tuck took six nominations, Lost took six, The Tudors took five.)

Best TV Series, Drama
Best Writing For a Series, for the Episode 'Chris'
Mitch Hewer, Supporting Actor (Maxxie)
Joe Dempsie, Supporting Actor (Chris)
Nicholas Hoult, Supporting Actor (Tony)
Larissa Wilson, Supporting Actress (Jal)
Hannah Murray, Supporting Actress (Cassie)

Good luck to them! I'm hoping they can take home something!

Crescent Fresh

Recently, I have rediscovered a programme I watched when I was in middle school. It seems very immature, but the old MTV sock puppet show, 'The Sifl & Olly Show' still impresses me.

The show is definitely a product of the nineties. The characters are obsessed with Björk - making fun of her, that is - and there are numerous references to grunge, post grunge, and everything leading up to Y2K.

I think the thing that I will take from this programme is the phrase 'Crescent Fresh'. According to the Urban Dictionary, Crescent Fresh means "being exceptionally cool, something so spectacular that the mind loses the ability to make sense". I feel like using the phrase all the time now. The phrase 'Crescent Fresh' is so totally Crescent Fresh - super cres at best.

Here's a song that explains Crescent Fresh, by none other than Sifl and Olly! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_qU_gEiSbIU

Sex and the City

“Just to clarify – this is a ring with diamonds and not a diamond ring?”

Carrie, Samantha, Miranda, and Charlotte deliver a 2 hour movie that feels as easy as the thirty minute programme.

I have been called the gayest straight man by a fairly good amount of people. If this label means that I unabashedly see ‘Sex and the City: The Movie’ by myself – yes, by myself – then I proudly take the label. I was always a fan of the HBO programme. However, like most movies based on programmes, I was a little nervous at first, because it is often the case that TV programmes are not meant to carry on for a full length film. I am pleased to report that the women of Sex and the City effortlessly carry on a two-hour plus movie – complete with designer labels and incredibly witty one-liners.

Because I despise giving away plot lines, I won’t go into too much detail; the one-liners are gonna be better if left to the viewer, not the review reader. But, here’s the rundown on the plot: Carrie is marrying Mr Big; Miranda is struggling with her marriage to Steve; Charlotte is oh-so-happy with her adopted Chinese baby and about to be oh-so-happier; and Samantha still likes sex, but is still in a monogamous relationship with Smith Jerrod.

Director Michael Patrick King did an excellent job of making the transition of HBO’s Sex and the City to the movie, and the movie, despite what has been said by other critics, feels no different than the HBO programme. However, non-fans of Carrie Bradshaw beware: this is not the film for you. Die-hard Sex fans will have an absolutely fabulous time. Samantha Jones, even in her fifties, is wet and wild as ever, full of her usual one liners and promiscuous ways.

I feel like this review is dry, but there’s not much to offer in terms of anything thematic. Largely, the film is no different structurally than a typical romantic-comedy. However, what this film lacks in profound wisdom it makes up for in humour, antics, and a cast the works incredibly well together. I will admit that my grade will be very biased, but, honestly, who gives a shit? I give it a B+ (and I give Kim Cattrall an A).