Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10
There are times in the world when the mind starts to think just a little too much, that when all is said and done, the answers and the questions should be seen for what they truly are, just the musings of a child like race who doesn’t really get the point of life. They have every concept of genetically inherited flight or fight but they have no grasp of the ambition of the idea of Ride Or Die.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10
Cast: Suzanne Collins, Lenny Wood, Roy Brandon, Lynne Fitzgerald, Lesley Butler, Sam Hellier, Edwina Lea.
Life is in many respects all about the small victories, if you can wake each day and not fear the dawn, if you have a roof over your head, find that you are loved in even the smallest way and have food to eat. It represents the battle being won and perhaps the next day might constitute a smile worthy of being human; life is what happens every day, to all of us, each one capable of spreading a singular point of joy in the world, life is, as the song goes, what you make it.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *
Cast: Paul Dano, Daniel Radcliffe, Mary Elizabeth Winstead, Antonio Ribero, Timothy Eulich, Richard Gross, Marika Casteel, Andy Hull, Aaron Marshall, Shane Carruth, Jessica Harbeck.
There are moments on screen when you wonder who exactly gave the green light to a project that on the face of it seems so incredibly preposterous that it surely only exists in the minds of the wonderfully imaginative but creatively bonkers. A story that somehow really should not work at all on film; yet has the power at the closing credits to have you smiling as you walk towards your bus or contemplate catching your train, a smile that borders on the enticed and cinematically romanced.
Keep me from dreaming,
the vision is too much to handle
and I am afraid
of the tears that stain my face
and collect like man-made marbles,
pretty spherical toys that crush
like glass underfoot
the moment I am conscious
and caught staring
into the dazzling day, the moment I exist for real.
Let me sleep if I must
but do not let me dream, do not
let the vivid nature of these spectres
feel free to roam anymore,
for they are ghoulish
The view
from the Sacre Coeur
was worth the agony
of the push
that the three of you
had to give, with panting curses
of the chair’s inability to propel
itself uphill, however
the taxi back down
after lunch and seeing the Eiffel Tower’s
steely resolve, sure made
an excellent ride.
Ian D. Hall 2016
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10
It doesn’t seem five minutes since Tiffany Stevenson was wowing the crowds at this year’s Edinburgh Festival and yet in the month since she has been to America to discuss a film, reaffirmed her belief that Donald Trump is bad for women as well as others who may share the land of the free but somehow great for comedians and that somewhere along the line Giant Hogs are as dangerous a prospect in Louisiana as the possibility of Isis striking a direct hit in the swamps and that the great state relies heavily upon guns, lots of guns, weapons carried in full view and more than likely allowed in the disturbing scenes associated with a particular porn empire.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *
When there is Nothing To Lose there is always the thought that there is everything to win, something monumental to gain, too secure the true self revealed in the fight that life throws at you in the hope that you will rise above the negative.
Nothing To Lose, everything to gain and Red Butler once more show that having been Freedom Bound, they have kept the cynics, the intolerable pessimists and the down at heel detractors at bay by producing an album of absolute quality and music that is sensitive, commanding and aims straight like an arrow for the subject, piercing the formidable enemy’s armour and causing wound after wound to be opened.
They were caught playing football
on the broken street
of Aleppo, one brief glimpse
of normality taken and destroyed,
imagine if it was here, where boys
in rags and girls in tattered
woollen stocking remains were seen
to smile as they played in the brown,
water filled crater where a mortar bomb
had exploded the night before
in the rain of fire; imagine
if that was on the streets of Bootle,
on the blown apart roads
leading to where a school bell once rang
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
All good fortune seems to stem from being in the right place and at the right time; everything could be argued as co-incidental and cruising the miracle mile in search of a side order of inspiration.
I
have no
natural inclination
towards
Art,
I love to stare and immerse
myself in the artist’s
mind and feel the flow
of the brush
on canvas;
however
I cannot draw,
keep the palate
still and create,
no The War Bride,
no Death of Nelson
or Mark Wilkinson classic
forth-coming
from these stubby, inadequate
fingers. I try though,
I attempt to paint
in the manner of the great surrealist,
I practice all the time, yet
somehow I cannot