I may not have been the most ideal husband
that you could have had, baggage
galore and the wandering lust of the insecure,
not content in boredom and one who finds
it near impossible to dance. Married once before,
turned down twice more and the ignominy
of walking away from an Hispanic woman
who offered me the world, pompous at times
and stubborn as Hell when it comes to backing down
and the worry I have caused as I continue
to break down piece by piece by infuriating
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * * *
Cast: Corey English, Jason Manford, Ross Noble, David Bedalla, Tiffany Graves, Stephane Anelli, Abigail Brodie, Jaye Elster, Rebecca Fennelly, Olivia Fines, Andrew Gordon-Watkins, Aimee Hoonett, Paul Hutton, Nia Jermin, Marjorie McAvoy, Joel Montague, Genevieve Nicole, Tosh Wanogho-Maud, Jay Webb, Russell Wilcox, Aron Wild.
Satire isn’t dead, despite the stamp of modern life and politics trying its upmost to make it the saintly reserve of those who don’t get the joke, it lives hard and fast, it just takes the right mix of intelligent crowd and knowing performer in which to bring it out fully so that it can breathe and stir more than laughter out of the brain.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
Thirty years on from the opening salvo and the declaration of war on British and American dominance on Heavy Metal, thirty years since the Walls of Jericho came tumbling down under the pressure of guitar riffs being played as if Joshua’s trumpet had been misinformed of its exact duty in life, the pumpkins of Helloween are reborn once more in arguably the band’s finest and certainly critically advanced album since The Keeper of The Seven Keys Part II.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 7.5/10
Cast: Jean Dujardin, Gilles Lellouche, Céline Sallette, Mélanie Doutey, Guillaume Gouix, Benoît Magimel, Bruno Todeschini, Moussa Maaskri, Féodor Atkine, Pierre Lopez, Éric Collado, Cyril Lecomte, Jean-Pierre Sanchez, Georges Neri.
The dark side of humanity’s consumption and need for stimulus has arguably always been close to cinema’s heart. From the days of early film to the golden age of the art form in which the Noir became king and through to the 1970s when humanity was under the pressure of unease and the drug culture became more apparent as Heroin became the narcotic choice, cinema has always reflected this darkness and given stark warning to the after effects of such crimes and punishments.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
Cast: Al Pacino, Annette Bening, Bobby Cannavale, Christopher Plummer, Jennifer Garner, Josh Peck, Melissa Benoist, Nick Offerman, Aarti Mann, Katrina Cas, Anne McDaniels, Brian Smith, Eric Lange, Giselle Eisenberg, Michael Patrick McGill, Scott Lawrence, Eric Michael Roy.
Every actor has one film in them which the plaudits and the cinema goer attaches great stock and faith in, some have more than one. For Al Pacino, they seem to have come with never ending force and for even those who might not see the appeal of his film career over say Robert de Niro or Jack Nicholson, they have to concede that the man is adored the world over.
…Yes, of course it wears you down.
It grinds away at you till at some point you forget
to breathe, you forget that there is more than one
emotion possible and you have to force yourself to grin
like one of humanity’s D.N.A. sharers and
spark life into your soul by doing something stupid,
in other people’s eyes, because you’re in danger
of letting go, and there is no one around to catch you
because they have no idea you’re going to fall.
Perhaps it’s not that life is to be lived
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
The world revolves around both, one nourishes the heart, the other allegedly makes the Earth spin at a peculiar angle and warps the judgement of anybody who gets to close it. Whether it is Blood or Brass that floats your boat, to The Rainbreakers it is most defiantly Blood Not Brass that makes music flow with astounding pressure and the white heat of the raw and unadulterated flood through the unguarded eardrums.
The arms around me are so close
and I can smell the delicate squirt of perfume
that lingers around you as you invite me
to remain the fifteen year old boy
who was in love with you
and who thirty years later still crumbles
and goes weak at the knees when I think of love
as pure deliverance and a teenage angst poem
dedicated to you, unseen
hidden in the pages of a diary in which your name
appears scrawled over and over again.
With our youth all around us,
May’s beauty is at end
but this is not the end of the year’s story
for as she wraps the string of pearls given
to her by Jupiter’s wife
in recognition for accepting what Tiresias could never
in either guise deliver, Junius’ further accession
to the pride of womanhood is to name herself
Queen of the northern isle again.
Her sister in the South is restless and blows hard
to turn the world on its axis, the diametric twins
of Junius and December
at odds with each behind
I ignore it because I have to
for if I don’t the end
might truly come quicker
and I’m not yet prepared to meet my maker and look
Her in the eye and have the smile of contempt and withering
look of told you come my way.
I’m not prepared to meet Her because you don’t deserve
the honour of being the one to finish me off,
too make this pain in my chest, which I refuse
to believe is anything but my heart shouting abuse