Toronto #26

Wow. A whole month with no posts. Sorry, guys. Either things have been too quiet for me to really write anything about, as I concentrated on work and such, or there has been so much going on at once that I haven’t found the time for it.

Well, here’s my first (and hopefully not last) post for May. To kick it off, here’s something I should have mentioned a blog or two back: The Book of Mormon.

The reason I need to cover this is not just because it was an amazing and hilarious show. It’s also very rare that I go and see a musical. Or even go to the theatre, other than for rock concerts. It had been a long time since I had been to the theatre, and the first time that I had been to a theatre in Toronto. Another small milestone checked off my list.

Of course, the fact that the creators of South Park had been heavily involved with it helped. As expected, it was incredibly offensive at times, but also genuinely funny. It also had a lot of heart to it, too. And, as a musical, it was genuinely well made. Overall, it was a really cool time with the housemates.

Speaking of theatre, I went to The Royal a couple of times. One really great time was on National Canadian Film Day, as I was able to check out Cube for free. For those of you who don’t know it, it was a low budget horror made twenty years ago. Focusing on a group of people trapped in a giant cube, we watch them navigate their way through many cubed rooms while trying to avoid some really nasty traps.

The traps were less the appeal of the movie though and more how tensions rise between the characters. Things rapidly begin to deteriorate, and it becomes clear that they are as much of a threat to each other as the rooms themselves.

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I was going to put a trailer of the film here, but then I watched it and saw how much it spoiled. Trust me: you need to watch this film while knowing as little as possible.

I had seen it once before. I was impressed then, and I was still impressed seeing it a second time, especially on the big screen and with a packed audience. When a film generates a ton of big and loud reactions from a huge audience, you know it’s definitely a success. Especially when we watched my favourite part. Without giving too much away, it was a brilliant shock that caused so many gasps.

Even better was that afterwards some of the cast and crew were on stage, taking questions from the audience. It was really informative, and it seemed like everyone involved enjoyed working on the film. It also became another reason why The Royal is definitely one of my favourite places to go to, as a movie fan.

Another film I watched this month was Tuff Turf. That wasn’t half as good, but honestly, it really does need to be seen to be believed. James Spader and Robert Downey Jr. star in one of the most over-the-top and gloriously 80s high school gang movies that I’ve ever seen. It’s definitely a very “what the fuck?” kind of film. I think a lot of my friends who were children of the Eighties would definitely enjoy it, though. Not as a good film, but certainly as something to watch together over a few beers. That’s my recommendation, anyway.

Easter was pretty great. Especially Easter dinner, which was nice. I learned how to make bread pudding! Must try and do that again sometime. I really got to stuff my face over those few days. Might need to try and find ways of losing weight. Still: totally worth it.

And for something that’s just a little more personal: recently, I’ve started dating again, for the first time in quite a while. So far, it’s been pretty good. Great, in fact. Meeting up with someone new over coffee or dinner is something I usually get nervous thinking about. And I’ll admit, on the first date, I was nervous. But not terribly so, overall. The second date was definitely nicer and more relaxed, and the same has been true of subsequent dates. It’s been nice, and I’ve gotta admit, I’ve been feeling more confident lately. I’ve been feeling good in general for the past year or two, but I’m not sure I’ve felt this good about myself in a really long while.

And that’s the end of this week’s blog. Perhaps I’ll realize that there’s a ton of things that I didn’t include that I’ll remember for next time. Certainly, I plan on writing another post very soon, as this month seems absolutely packed. Along with a game and a show to see, I’ve also got Montreal and Ottawa to visit at different points of the month, too. I’ll be sure to keep you guys updated. In the meantime, seeing today’s current date: May the Fourth be with you!

Toronto #25

Wow, I am really getting slow at writing these! Once again, things have been fairly quiet overall, although there has been some exciting stuff happening.

Last weekend, I went to a Marlies game, which was pretty good. Especially as the score was 4-0. Quite impressive. Once again, there were quite a few fights that randomly broke out during the game. Yes, hockey is undoubtedly quite the violent sport.

Outside of that, along with work, which is still progressing quite nicely, I’ve still been writing. Not much fictionally, but I’ve been using the journal, at least, which has helped me to work a few things out, on top of writing down a few ideas. I’m also back to writing a few articles for Doctor Who Watch, which I kind of took a break from for a while while I tried to concentrate on other things. The creative writing I’m still continuing with, even in small doses, at least.

Outside of the writing, I’ve also been reading a fair bit. Currently, I’m focusing on Doctor Who: ‘The Witch Hunters’. This was a book that I first read almost twenty years ago, but it’s still one I have a soft spot for. Purely historical (other than the time travellers themselves, of course), and focusing on the Salem Witch Trials, it really is an absorbing read. It’s also a story that, despite its clear period setting, still feels quite present.

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This weekend has been interesting. I’ve been able to enjoy a lot on not much money, for one thing. I’ve watched three films, and I’ve only needed to pay for one of them.

The first was the 1983 remake of Breathless starring Richard Gere. It was very, very eighties and not perfect, but it wasn’t without its charm, either. I especially appreciated the use of Jerry Lee Lewis in the soundtrack. It probably says a lot about Quentin Tarantino that he considers it to be one of the “coolest movies” of all time. To be honest, I can’t say I blame him too much. It’s got quite a few faults, but I certainly appreciate any film that takes comic books as seriously as this film does. Best quote:

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I also accidentally checked out the Toronto premiere of the amazing horror movie, The Void. Now, when I say “accidentally”, don’t get me wrong, I had definitely planned on seeing it. Especially since it was Saturday, I had nothing to do, and after seeing a few movies at the Royal, I was able to see a movie of my choosing for free.

So I checked it out, but I didn’t know that it was the first showing in Toronto. So, to my surprise, the writers and directors were there, plus some of the cast and crew. (To those of you who follow my blog on a regular basis, you’d know that this isn’t the first time that this has happened.) It was definitely awesome to see the people who had made this movie actually answering questions from the audience, I must admit.

As for the movie itself? It was pure old-school brilliance. It was very dark, very twisted, and incredibly shocking. It was very reminiscent of movies like HellraiserThe Evil Dead, plus it had a very strong Lovecraft influence, but it was still able to spin these into completely its own thing. It was also very, very refreshing to watch a horror with a ton of practical effects, particularly the monsters. There was some clear use of CGI in it, but it was for more surreal moments and for glimpses of other worlds than for the monsters. I’ve gotta admit, this is definitely one of my favourite horror movies in recent years, and I’m really impressed by just how daring and refreshing it really is.

The final film that I watched this weekend – this one on a cinema pass, so once again, I didn’t have to worry about paying for it – was Get Out. I’ve gotta admit – it really lives up to the hype. It’s not quite a full blown horror (well, not compared to The Void, but there’s few films quite as openly horrific as that one is), but it’s definitely a great suspense movie. I’ll be honest, I was initially surprised to find out that one half of comedy duo Key & Peele had directed a film like this…until I actually saw it.

Keep in mind, while there’s definitely some moments of awkward humour in it, I’m not saying that this film is a comedy. But it definitely has clear elements of satire, and particularly vicious satire it is, too. These are the kind of stories that I love. It’s why I love Judge Dredd, why I love Black Mirror (which lead actor Daniel Kaluuya had previously starred in an episode of), and why I really loved this film.

What I was really impressed by was how easily it shifted from uncomfortably awkward to suspense, very subtly but very easily, too. “Life is a tragedy when seen in close-up, but a comedy in long-shot.” This quote from Charlie Chaplin got me thinking about the storytelling of this film in relationship to how uncomfortable it gets. There are some moments that seem strange, almost ridiculous, and that you can’t help but laugh at. Then there’s other moments when there are extreme close ups that make even a simple conversation difficult to watch. That’s just really good filmmaking, and I can’t wait to see what Jordan Peele will direct next.

(I was going to include a trailer, but then, after watching it again, I have to say: it reveals way too much. So here’s a song from the film’s soundtrack that really creeped me out.)

So that’s my life the past couple of weeks. Hockey, writing, reading, and movies. A pretty nice and geeky couple of weeks. I’ll be honest, I think the next month or so is going to be pretty quiet, for my part. With my birthday coming up in May, I’m going to be avoiding going out and getting drunk to good music too much. Hopefully, I’ll be able to write about more exciting stuff next month. Until next time!

Toronto #24

It’s been over two weeks since my last blog, but this week’s entry is still going to be a short one. The truth is that things have been rather quiet the past couple of weeks.

Work at least has been going ok. In fact, I joined a few work mates for bowling just the other week. My social anxiety hasn’t been kicking in as much as I thought it would, so I didn’t actually feel like saying no when offered. That’s refreshing, I must admit.

Considering I’ve had plenty of free, quiet time lately, I must admit, I haven’t been reading or writing as much as I should. That’s something I need to fix, I think.

I’ve gotten out and seen a few films, at least. This weekend, I finally got round to seeing John Wick: Chapter 2 and Logan. Both great films. The latter especially was a satisfying end to Logan’s story. You can tell it was made for people who literally grew up with the X-Men movies, and not just because of how amazingly violent it was.

I didn’t go to Toronto Comic-Con last weekend. I had thought about it, but I didn’t have quite as much funds as I’d liked. That’s only partly the reason – I could’ve afforded a ticket at least, just not enough to get any notable souvenirs. The other reason was, after looking at the guest list, there was just no draw for me. No one I recognised from Doctor Who or anything like that.

Honestly, Niagra Falls comic-con in June looks set to be a lot better. Especially with the legend himself, Paul McGann showing up. (If you don’t know already, he’s easily my favourite Doctor, so it would so cool to finally go to a convention with him as one of the guests.) That’s something I need to save up for, I think.

One more point: last week, on Tuesday 14th March, I had officially made it to six months living over here in Canada. I still can’t quite believe it. When I first came here, I was filled with…well, perhaps not “doubts”, as such. Just aware that there were many possible outcomes to me coming over here, a few of which weren’t good. The scariest – because it was the most real one by far – was coming home after only a few months from not finding work and finding out that I really couldn’t make it on my own, after all.

Six months later, I’m settled in at both home and at work, I’ve made a few friends, and I’ve found a few places that I go to regularly. This is really working out even better than I had hoped for, and I look forward to discovering what I can do next.

Toronto #23

Due to a sudden and extremely strong head cold, this week has been considerably quieter than last. I didn’t even get to see one film at the Royal this week! However, that is something I plan on correcting for the upcoming week, now that I’m feeling much better.

And on the big fat plus side, if my week sucked, then Saturday more than made up for it. Once again, I met up with my fellow Canadian Tower junkie, and we headed down to Cherry Cola’s for Mod Night. I’ve mentioned before how Cherry Cola’s is currently one of my favourite places to go to, and Mod Night is definitely my favourite semi-regular night at my favourite place.

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Because any night where the advertisement includes an image from one of the greatest films ever made is BOUND to be worth going to.

After chatting over drinks and saying hello to the bands, the show began with Jack the Lads playing their set. Along with their really enjoyable original songs, which have a nice 60s vibe to them while still feeling modern, they did a really smashing cover of ‘Teenage Kicks’ by The Undertones. That’s a song that got a really great response from the crowd, which I was pleased to see. It’s a song I’ve certainly always enjoyed, so I was glad to hear it played live by a really talented band.

Afterwards, Blackdog Ballroom played their set. It has to be said, this band nails the 90s British alternative genre. That’s something I can’t say I’ve really experienced with other bands, but their songs really did remind me of classic bands like The Verve and Oasis. It made me feel really nostalgic for that period of my life when I’d constantly hear that music being played, while at the same time, made me super glad that I had traveled as far as I had for something like this. I’ve watched a lot of great live music played back home, don’t get me wrong, but it’s incredibly rare I’d find a band that would play the capture the feel of 90s nostalgia that Blackdog Ballroom does so easily.

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Along with some great original tracks, I also got to hear some of my all time favourite tunes. ‘Taxman’, ‘Paint It Black’ and ‘I Fought the Law (And the Law Won)’ were all brilliant, but the best one was definitely ‘Champagne Supernova’. A great way of ending a great set, and one that I spent the whole night dancing to (because seriously, as great as it is to listen to, it’s at least as important to mod music that you dance to it and that you have a damn good time).

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Pictured: a blurry image of yours truly having the time of his life while being considerably intoxicated by this point.

So that was a perfect way to balance out a rough week – great music and great times with great mates. I’ll be sure to write more about writing and reading next week. In the meantime, I’m going to round off this excellent mod weekend by sticking on the classic film, Quadrophenia.

Toronto #22

It’s official: as a movie buff, the Royal cinema is definitely one of my favourite places to go to in Toronto. I caught two films last week. One was Dark Star, an interesting early film of John Carpenter and Dan O’Bannon. It’s a comedy, but it’s a very peculiar and strange one. I strongly suspect it’ll be one of those films that’ll grow on me on multiple viewings.

Different to both Carpenter’s and O’Bannon’s usual work, but still a good watch, especially for seeing the talent of the filmmakers when they clearly had no budget. I especially appreciated reading a note from O’Bannon presented at the start of the film, where he admitted that, since Dark Star wasn’t exactly popular as a comedy, he’d essentially take the same basic story and turn into a horror. Thus, Alien was born.

The second film I watched was one I appreciated a lot more: Barfly. Starring Mickey Rourke before he fucked up his face and Faye Dunaway long before she announced the wrong Best Picture (now there’s a timely reference for ya), it’s a black comedy that focuses on two people who aim to live in permanently drunken states.

There are some films that portray alcoholism and poverty in a completely negative light. This is definitely not one of those films. Keep in mind, that’s actually not a criticism. Watching Rourke’s character of Henry was really fascinating. Clearly, from his thoughts and his writings, he’s in some ways a very intelligent man. He’s never seen to be depressed, but he’s not motivated to “be something”. Neither does he learn a valuable lesson at the end of the film about how important that is.

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Pictured: not a representation of what this film is. At all.

The moment I saw a clip of Withnail & I – one of my favourite films of all time – shown before the film began, I knew I was going to love Barfly. (Especially as it has one of my favourite dialogue exchanges of all time on film, regarding “what’s-his-name”.)

I wasn’t disappointed. Barfly is one of those rare films that has no plot, but you love it for the dialogue and the characters that you’re spending the time with. I definitely need to look up the writings of Charles Bukowski, who wrote the screenplay. Interview clips with him were shown before the film, and he was clearly a fascinating man himself who seemed to just enjoy writing more than anything.

Speaking of which, I finished a short story last week. It’s only a few pages, and it’s really nothing more than to set a scene for a novel while exploring character writing. However, despite dreaming to be a writer for so long, it’s the first thing I’ve bothered to finish creatively since high school. It’s a small step, admittedly, but I’m glad I’ve made a step at all. Maybe coming out to Canada really is doing me some good and getting me more motivated. Writing in the journal is helping too, I think.

Back to Friday night – after seeing Barfly, I headed down to currently my favourite bar in the city, Cherry Cola’s. That was definitely an interesting night. While talking to complete strangers over drinks, we watched some decent live acoustic music that was then followed by something interesting called “Music for Murder”. It was performed on stage and reminded me of old-school horror soundtracks that had been mixed with Rob Zombie. It was interesting to watch (especially when it was shown with gore clips from horror classics like Deep Red), and a little strange too, but certainly not bad, at least if you’re a horror fan. Just a strange environment to demonstrate that kind of music.

At the end of the night, I watched some burlesque performances for the first time. Apparently, they’re a regular thing at Cherry Cola’s, but while I’ve been to the bar semi-regularly, either I had left before they started, or they simply weren’t having them that night. If Friday was anything to go by, though, they’re clearly done very, very well. There were several different performers, all with very different acts – some fun, some sensual, and some just fucking crazy. In all the examples, there was definitely a lot of planning and organizing done with their routines. I’ve gotta admit, I have a lot of respect for anyone who could do something like that. All through the shows, one thought popped into my head: “And I thought improvised comedy took a lot of guts!”

Sunday was quieter, and perhaps just a little more suited to my style, as me and a housemate headed out to a comedy bar to watch the Oscars. I don’t usually watch award shows, at least never in full, but I must admit, it was really fun to watch it as part of a small audience, especially with comedians commenting on stage. I was especially glad to catch that moment live: when Moonlight was announced as the correct winner for “Best Picture Award”, the reaction in the room was HUGE. Definitely glad I caught that live instead of reading about it on the internet, and with a crowd of people, too.

So that was my week. Films, music, horror, burlesque, writing, comedy and awards. Not a bad one, really.

Toronto #21

I don’t know whether having a journal is helping or not, but this past week, I’ve definitely felt more motivated to get out more, so there’s a little bit extra to write about for the blog this week when it actually comes to Toronto.

On Monday night, I headed down to a brand new part of the city that I had never been to before. While I had initially thought that it could be a night of getting drunk and potential dancing, it turned out to be a quiet night out, instead. Sometimes, when that happens, it’s can be a bad thing, but on that night, it felt completely right.

After checking out a new poutinerie (I’m not gonna lie – I’m currently making it something of a mission to try out as much poutine as I reasonably can while I’m here), I came across a cool little place called the Red Light. It’s a great little lounge that seems to specialize in serving great whiskeys and spirit drinks. As it turned out, I didn’t feel like having any alcohol that night, so I just had a coke while sitting down and just soaking up the atmosphere. The barman was kind enough to not even charge me for the coke, so I made sure to give him a tip before I left. I definitely plan on heading down there again sometime, especially if I fancy a quiet drink.

One thing I’m learning about living here is that, not only do I love exploring the city, but I’m also loving the long journeys. Strange, I know, but I just love how it just gives me time to read or listen to an audio story without distract myself too much. Spending a lot of time reading Hearts in Atlantis that night was a real bonus. I might have a quiet night out more often.

On Tuesday, I had quite possibly one of the best Valentine’s Days that I’ve ever had. Considering it was mainly heading down to watch a film after work, that might sound like an exaggeration (or alternatively, a rather sad comment on my dating life), but the whole experience was great. At the Royal, I got to see the original My Bloody Valentine on the big screen as part of a large audience. Not only was it a great 80s slasher, but it was a gloriously Canadian slasher, too. I wouldn’t say if it was a better Canadian horror than Black Christmas, (which remains one of my favourite examples of the genre, along with Halloween,) but it was, with its stronger accents and mentions of poutine, a more obviously Canadian film. It was a really great watch.

I was also glad that I had waited so long to see it, too. In the UK, the only cut on DVD was the theatrical cut (at least, since the last time I checked). What we watched on Tuesday was, thankfully, the director’s cut. Because the reinserted footage was of a noticeably lower quality than the rest of the film, it was obvious exactly where it had been originally cut, too. And all I could think afterwards was how much of a shame that so much had been cut in the first place.

Not just because the effects work was brilliant, and that it must have been disappointing for people who had worked on it so hard to see all of it completely cut out, but because it was clear that the film wouldn’t have made half as much sense without so many crucial scenes.

Seriously, half the time I was seeing the cut footage, along with, “Whoa, that death was nasty!”, I was also thinking, “Wait, what must have the audiences thought when they were watching the cut version?!?” The edits would have definitely created more than a few plot holes, so it’s a real shame they were made in the first place. I’m super glad that my first viewing of the film was something much closer to an actual director’s cut.

But the real highlight of the night was the fact that the director, producer and one of the actors from the film themselves were at the screening. Not only was it really cool that they got to tell some stories about the making of the film before we watched it, but I actually got to say hello to them afterwards and tell them how fantastic the film was.

The producer was even kind enough to tell me of what footage hadn’t even made it to the director’s cut, which sounded even gloriously nastier than what I actually saw. Overall, getting to see My Bloody Valentine on the big screen was super great, and I’m glad I waited this long to see the best possible cut of the film.

Friday was pretty cool, as I got to meet one of my mates from the Dark Tower message boards that I regularly post on. Out of all the fandoms I know, the Dark Tower community has definitely been the best and most welcoming, especially the people of thedarktower.org. I’ve met many friends from there already, and it was great to meet one more. Especially a fellow writer who’s actually gotten round to completing a couple of novels. It was good to talk about writing and books while at a second hand book store, I must say.

Saturday was mostly quiet, but I got to introduce one of my housemates to the brilliance that is Shaun of the Dead, not just one of my favourite British comedies but still one of my favourite British films period. Any excuse to watch that film is a good one, and getting someone to watch it for the first time is definitely a perfect excuse.

Last week, I made a personal aim of getting out more and trying to gain more experiences. I think I’ve achieved that somewhat this week, and I hope I can find a way of continuing that this week, too. But I’ve also noticed something else lately – I don’t take nearly enough photos. I don’t know why, it’s more a lack of a habit or simply allowing someone else to take them, but that’s something I definitely need to work on while I’m here. While I’m not quite up to living here 6 months just yet, it’ll be getting there very soon, and by the time I head back home next year, I really want to have as much to remember of these two years as possible. I’ll see if I can work on posting some pics for next week.

Toronto #20

Finally, back to actually writing this on a Sunday for my blog! Well, a couple of updates since last week: I’ve been writing more the past week, and have even got round to getting my own journal while I’m over here. In fact, I’ve now got two.

To clarify, at the end of the week where I once again got paid, I rushed out and got one. Nothing too fancy, just a nice little black hardbound book with lined pages. Simple, but classic.

What I didn’t know was that my wonderful mother, who has been following these posts, decided to buy one for me online. The great thing is that, other than the fact that it’s ringbound, it was virtually exactly what I was looking for. So on the plus side, if I fill my current journal up (and I certainly plan on doing just that), I do have one spare, so here’s me planning on remaining disciplined enough to fill up both of them.

What can I write in a journal that I can’t write in a blog, one that I’ve been pretty upfront about already? Once again, I’m reminded of my old friend Lee, and how he would introduce one of our shows at the Laughter Academy. He’d explain to the audience that with shows like Whose Line Is It Anyway? and Mock the Week, the reason those shows were always half an hour of absolutely hilarious improvised lines was because, when they were actually filmed, they would be closer to at least an hour of comedy. It’s just that of that hour, at least half of it would be cut because it was shit. The joy of seeing something like the Laughter Academy live was because all the shit would be left in!

That’s basically what my journal is: any thoughts that I have written down, unedited. Yes, what you’re reading right now is the equivalent of the best of those thoughts. Apologies for that.

I must admit, knowing that my mother is following my blog and will be able to catch whatever entries I write has made me realize something. Specifically, that there are two words I should be writing when going into detail about my personal life, and that I’m not nearly writing them enough. They are, of course: “Sorry, mum.” I hope I can correct that in future.

Unfortunately, there’s nothing I can say this week that will be worthy of those words. As I mentioned, I simply focused on the writing, as much as wanting to focus on developing any skills I might have as much as simply a lack of money. It seems to have gone nicely so far. Nothing on my novel writing but, along with filling up some ideas for a loose plot and a couple of characters, I’ve started work on a short story. It’s not exactly intended for publication, just something done mainly as an exercise, both for fleshing out the characters and village in my novel and for just seeing what works in my writing style and what doesn’t.

It’s a little character story that has been heavily influenced by Stephen King novels, especially the “epic” ones. In his best books, he’d tell almost entire life stories of ordinary characters, just people who lived their lives in a town, city or world that’s shared by the main characters. At least half the time, it’s done to build up to a terrible and horrifying death, but it’s also done to add a little bit of extra colour, depth and even life to the novel. Being able to focus as much on the little characters as much as the major ones was a skill I really love about King’s writing.

The same, by the way, could be said for comic book writers John Wagner and Alan Grant, particularly on their 80s Judge Dredd work. In just a few pages, they’d paint the perfect portrait of a citizen’s or criminal’s life.

It’s something I think I’ll work on for the next couple of months. Whether any of these short stories will be included in the novel or not is something I’m unsure about, but at the very least, it’s good practice.

Over the weekend, I’ve watched a couple of movies, two at the cinema on Saturday. First, I watched Wayne’s World at the Royal, which was fun. 25 years on, (what the fuck, seriously???), and it’s still a great comedy.

But the highlight of the day was watching Hacksaw Ridge for the first time. Holy fucking shit, what an amazing war movie! I had heard great things about it, but I wasn’t expecting to love it as much as I did. In some ways, it was reminiscent of a lot of war movies. There was a lot of focus on the brutality of war as well as the heroism, and such scenes reminded me of the greats like Saving Private Ryan. The fact that it was also split so cleanly between the training and the actual battle even reminded me of Full Metal Jacket.

But at the same time, it remained very much its own film. As much as it was about the brutality and the heroism that could be found in war, in equal part, it was also an amazing character study. What happens when a man refuses to kill or even hold a gun when he wants to serve his country in a time of war? And how well can he truly stick to those principles? These questions of morality were what really drove the film for me, and the fact that it was based on a true story just really amazed me. Hacksaw Ridge is definitely one of my favourite war movies, and could be a favourite of mine for a long time to come.

One other film that I watched this weekend, this one on my laptop, was Stuck in Love, which I mentioned in last week’s blog. It’s kind of a shame that it didn’t stick to the original title Writers, as I do think it suited the movie a lot better. Anyway, one of the characters mentions an actual quote by Flannery O’Connor that stuck out for me:

Nothing needs to happen to a writer’s life after they are 20. By then they’ve experienced more than enough to last their creative life.

I’m not sure if I believe that, and I’m certainly not sure if that’s true for everyone. As I covered in my last blog, I spent a lot of time in my years before high school avoiding key experiences.

Having said that, I’m not gonna lie, the year I turned 20 was definitely a pretty major year for me, one where I learned a lot about life, love and relationships. Well, maybe not relationships, but dating. Well, maybe not dating, but kissing and sex, at least. (If you’re still reading this, sorry, mum.)

The point is that I do need to continue to make an effort to get out there and have new experiences. Both as much for the sake of the blog and keeping it interesting as much as it is for developing the writing. Hell, gaining new experiences was a big reason why I came to Toronto in the first place. There have been many great nights I’ve had in the past six months, and I see no reason to stop now. Which is why, tomorrow, I’m gonna head out downtown and check out a night of decent music that’s playing that I’ve randomly stumbled across. I’ll let you guys know how it goes in next week’s blog.

Until then, enjoy the best scene from Wayne’s World.