Monday, 14 November 2011

Blah Buildings

It's amazing how England has many beautiful old buildings, yet many of its modern buildings are fairly grim and/or hideous. It's like they got architecture so right in the past that there's no point trying in the present.

Case in point is Reading's own The Blade. It's interesting at first glance and hideous at every glance thereafter. I can't find my photo of it, but you can check it out on Bad British Architecture. Like much of the fugly newish buildings you see, this one looks like something from the '70s (and not in a good way) even though it's very recent.

The blogger's photos actually make The Blade look nicer and sleeker than it appears to the naked eye as it cuts its way into the local skyline, typically under overcast skies, which do little to enhance this bad boy. But at least it has a badass name and a big, pointy, dangerous-looking thingamajiggy on top, which must make someone somewhere feel all tough and virile.

Sunday, 6 November 2011

Toy Soldiers - eye candy for the ages

Last night I re-watched Toy Soldiers, the 1991 unlikely action yarn about some Colombian terrorists who take over a boys' prep school in the States. It always gets just one or two stars in the TV Guide, but it's entertaining as hell. I remember watching it over and over on TV while I was in college (maybe we briefly had HBO?), and I was so incredibly hot for the head terrorist, played by Andrew Divoff. At the time, he was about 36 (which I normally thought of as kinda old at that point in my life), and his character was totally irredeemable -- which didn't stop me from drooling away and watching it over and over.

So last night I took a little nostalgia trip and watched it again for the first time since the early '90s. And the funny thing is, some of the male "high school" students (who in reality were around 20 when the movie came out), now were the ones that seemed kinda hot (George Perez and Sean Astin, I'm looking at you). When I was their age watching the film, I had little interest. Now, well, I'm still their current age, and I'm thinking a couple of 'em looked kinda right at the age they were in that film. Not sure what's going on with that, but I'm starting to get what Mrs. Robinson was on about.

The movie brought back days gone by. But then the suffocating nostalgia of lost youth and roads not taken left me feeling rather sad by the end of the movie. Time is a cruel mistress.