Ep 12 Dave Bond : Cinematronix Podcast

 

This is the first episode in a while in what is some-what of a reboot of the podcast. The main format is very simple and strip back conversation between a guest and myself on anything film related. Tangents will happen of course as anything is open for discussion.

In this episode fellow co-host of Do You Expect Us To Talk, Dave Bond talks to me about how we started DYEUTT, thoughts on the new Logan film that contains some spoilers as well our feelings on the current news of The Matrix remake. Chris also makes sure that he’ll never get a chance to interview Ellen Page, what scares us as kids and we discuss what a load of old bollocks The Oscars are.

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Ep 18 Masters of the Universe : The Action Junkies

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The Action Junkies Podcast is back baby back. After some time away due to busy lives Chris and Jade return with an episode discussing Masters of the Universe starring Action Junkies favorite Dolph Lundgren. Naturally we got on a tangent and most talk about other stuff such as remakes, Batman Vs Superman, fast food and the Lars von Trier film Nymphomaniac.

Watch out for some more podcasts in the very near future.

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Do You Expect Us To Talk : Ep11 SPECTRE Spoiler Special

 

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Well well well Mr Bond… we’ve been expecting you. The new 007 adventure is here and of course we couldn’t just wait till next year to talk about it. This episode is spoiler filled and even if we do talk over ourselves we do advice that you see SPECTRE before listening.

This is a very raw chat and contains our immediate thoughts that may change when we come round to cover it in our regular review. In the meantime we talk for as long as the film itself, so we make use of our licence to chat.

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Please send us a email at expectustotalk@gmail.com to give us any feedback or add your own thoughts on Bond.

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The Battle of Lincoln by Curt Milner

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This is a story of the afternoon I went to see Steven Spielberg’s 2013 film Lincoln, nominated for ten

Oscars ® and winner of two, for Daniel Day Lewis’s central performance, and for Rick Carter and Jim

Erickson’s production design. The film’s imdb page lists a total of 114 wins and 169 nominations

across the awards spectrum, which by anyone’s standards is not too shabby. I walked out of this film.

If you haven’t stopped reading and abolished me from social networking sites, hear me out. I know

this film is good. I’m pretty sure it’s great. I love Steven Spielberg’s work. So what was my problem

with this film? Did the critical praise set my expectations so high that I ended up bitterly disappointed?

Am I an expert on the 16th president of the United States and ended up deeply upset with the historical

inaccuracies of the movie in the name of dramatic license? No. I had to walk out because I was

defeated by a few rude cinemagoers. Whereas Mr. Lincoln was resolute in his will to see his nation

through the Civil War, and put an end to slavery, I left this matinee screening defeated and broken.Lincoln_2012_Teaser_Poster

What would Abe think of me?

I finally found time to catch Lincoln in the spring of 2013, just as it was starting to die off cinema

screens. I had managed to get tickets to a Thursday afternoon showing, the day before it would end its

theatrical run, after which it would be too late to catch it at a cinema again. I was excited to finally see

a film that had been garnering five-star reviews across the board. I settled into my seat for a five

o’clock-ish matinee, with only a handful of other people in the screening; a nice, quiet afternoon where

I could hunker down and concentrate on this intricate three-hour drama.

About five minutes into the film, a middle-aged couple, some rows in front of me, began burbling to

each other. I was a little annoyed, but told myself that they would surely settle down eventually. I mean

they had to, surely? This film is two and-a-half hours long. But they didn’t. This couple, who were old

enough to know better, continued to chatter. The cadence of their conversation was akin to them being

at home and watching a film on the T.V. The husband (assuming they were married) would burble

something to the wife, and the wife would burble back in agreement. In a large screen, the pair were

some rows in front of me; too far away for me to make out what they were saying, but not so far that I

couldn’t hear that they were saying. And with few people in the screening to absorb the sound, their

chuntering was very noticeable. Now, I like to think I’m a pretty tolerant cinemagoer. And if I’m in a

loud, dumb, explosive action movie and people are reacting to the film and eating popcorn, slurping

drinks, to a point I don’t care. I even like it, it adds to the fun, especially if the film isn’t that great,

consuming sugary confections is a welcome distraction. But in a 150-minute political drama?

It seemed to me the people I was dealing with in this Lincoln performance rarely went to the cinema,

but the positive press and Oscar ® nominations had brought these creatures out of the woodwork.

Certain films are more vulnerable than others to this (horror films, James Bond) the types of people

who still think they are in their homes and have no basic consideration for cinema etiquette or for other

human beings. It’s rude and it’s wrong. I mean, Lincoln starts with some brief loud-ish scenes of battle

and war, but mainly its talky. Because it’s a POLITICAL FUCKING DRAMA.

The murmuring continued. I imagined that their dialogue (obviously so much more important than

Abraham Lincoln and his piddling, petty, slavery-abolishing on screen bullshit) went something like

this:

Husband: ‘That’s Sally Field don’t you know?!’

Wife: ‘Ooh yes, she was in that Steel Magnolias!’

Husband: ‘Mmmm!’

To grasp the full annoyance of this, one must add an upper inflection in the middle of the

‘mmMMmm’. Because that’s what it sounded like to me. Twenty minutes pass and there is no end to

the chitchat. Okay, I think to myself with a sigh, this is really annoying now, and there is no way I am

going to endure two-plus hours of this. So it looks like I will need to ask them to be quiet myself, or get

an usher, assuming I can find one, to ask them to politely (fucking) shut it. Galling, but it looks like

that was the only course of action available. Fine. Perfect. Problem solved. Or so I thought. Because it

was at this moment that a man with a tray of nachos enters the screen and sits right in front of me.

I could not believe this. You couldn’t make this up. And yes, he starts eating those nachos. Of course

he does. Loudly. In a screening of LINCOLN. So while Daniel Day Lewis is acting away, people are

dying and Constitutions being argued over, the enslavement of a people hanging in the balance, A

MAN IS EATING NACHOS IN FRONT OF ME. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. I could not believe what I

was hearing. Between Mr. and Mrs. Gabble-On and, the man WHO WAS EATING NACHOS IN A

SCREENING OF A TWO AND-A-HALF HOUR POLITICAL DRAMA CALLED LINCOLN, I felt

defeated. The talky couple I could ask to be quiet. But Nacho Libre? It was one too many children to

tell to behave. It slowly dawned on me that I would not be able to endure a film of this running time

with this kind of behavior going on. A pair of talkers I could ask to be quiet. But to tell a guy to stop

eating something he has bought, however misguidedly, from a venue that sells this stuff legitimately? I

don’t think that would work. What would I tell him to do? Suck on his nachos quietly? At this moment

in time I was hoping he’d choke on them.

09lincoln-span-articleLargeAnd so I walked out of Steven Spielberg’s Lincoln. I went to the poor young lady at the box office

and explained the situation. Great. In addition to annoying me, these inconsiderate scumbags had

turned me into a person who complains to minimum-wage staff. So now I hate myself. She gave me the

refund with the look of someone who had had this one too many times. I wanted to tell her that she was

a good person in her heart and that this wasn’t her fault. Instead I said my thanks and apologized once

more for being a complainer. But I did get my refund.

As I walked out of the cinema this spring afternoon, a strange feeling came over me. The profound

annoyance I felt at having to walk out of Lincoln was replaced by a feeling of great liberation. Of

course, nothing like the sense of liberation the slaves felt after President Abraham Lincoln’s battles for

reform did, but free nonetheless. I had made some kind of a stand. I had argued that it was my

constitutional right to live in a nation where I can see an Oscar ® winning political drama and not have

to endure talking and loud-eating. And I won. I felt some sense of sadness for those few innocents who

were left in the screen to tolerate the running time of this film with all the oppression that surrounded

them, and threated to render the money they had spent on their tickets void. They will forever be

remembered in my heart. But I escaped. I was free of tyranny.

I still haven’t seen Lincoln. The half-an-hour or so I did manage that day at the cinema does not even

count, so taken out of it was I by three rude people. So at least I still have it to look forward to. And so

that is how The Battle of Lincoln ended for me. In a defeat, a retreat, but also a refund, and ultimately

liberation.

To those people who did ruin my cinema-going experience that fateful day I say to you this: I hope

you get a phone call from Liam Neeson, and not Oskar Schindler Liam Neeson, Bryan Mills out of

Taken Liam Neeson, and that he does find you and kill you. Not very charitable of me I know. But then

neither is talking incessantly and EATING FUCKING NACHOS LOUDLY DURING LINCOLN.

Have a nice day.

Curt Milner