30 July 2010

Distraction: Newcastle

Sometimes it really helps to have low expectations.  Yes, that is a loaded statement but I'm referring specifically to a film that has me dreaming of Australian beaches, surfers and the pangs of a first crush.  First let me set the scene: late night, glass of wine, summer breeze blowing, dog napping, television remote pointed, channels flipping and a deluge of woeful programming.  Then I chanced upon the opening of a film...a montage of quiet scenes from a place I didn't recognize.  Fast forward a bit and I was engrossed....big rays of sun, the ocean both beautiful and frightening, that Aussie-where-are-the-subtitles-accent, surfers in all their freckled glory,  and a gay subplot presented quite tenderly...blame it on the late hour or the wine but, by the closing credits, I was trying to decide if it was too late to move to Australia, bleach my hair and take up surfing.  The film is Newcastle.  Give it a viewing and, oy, don't judge me Mate!

2 comments:

Laurent said...

I'm finding myself engaged with water also; please glance and keep an eye out frome time to time. One could blog freckles, couldn't one, the way they might be counted on a trapezius in the dark, becoming known one by one. Superlative statement, regrettably diminished image...

W.E. said...

Laurent, thank you for this meditation on freckles...and a trapezius...and I apologize for the image, tis blurry but blue!