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Spooked
What seems like centuries ago before the recent cane toad infestation, the serpent attended a movie night organized by an amazing bunch of greenies.
Every month they show one film on the theme of green. It began as a street community building thing but word got around and soon other folks started turning up.
The movie was held in a crazy place called Replants which is dedicated to rescuing local vegetation from the chainsaw and dump truck of developers. They rescue the trees and other plants and offer them for resale at reasonable rates. Their site features assorted spooky weeds and trees. They have offered the building as a location for the movies but outside in the garden they have a bonfire in the midst of the creepy plants and a couple of cauldrons brewing full of soup, lentils, rice and other usually kosher munchies.
Izzie was in a bit of a tizzy for her first visit in the middle of June. But even so could recognize the magical atmosphere and the beautiful food. Never did snap out of the zombie psychotic state but vow to return again next time when much more able to appreciate it.
The movie that first night was called “Bag it” and it was about one American and his attempt to avoid using disposable plastic shopping bags.
Was ever so miffed that the movie supposed to start at 7.15 did not get going until some 30 minutes later. Most of the folks attending were locals but the serpent was relying on the Floo network to get back to the Lair. The bus stop was right outside the door but needed to be at the Canning bridge before 10.30 to catch the last bus and it was a bus and a train ride to get there.
But once the film started soon got lost in the adventure and soon forgot the muddled mad serpent mind. Can distinctly remember seeing the scenes from the local town where the film maker was based and the rivalry with another for some tidy town competition. This pretty town with old buildings on the main street had a backdrop of snowy mountains and could have easily been in the Alps but it was some place in Colorado. Izzie thought “How gorgeous” It was not sponsored by any tourism commission but certainly looked like a stunningly beautiful place to visit.
It was a strange sort of movie. It was thought provoking and seriously scary but not miserable and depressing like so many documentaries about the environment. Best line ever
“There is no ‘away’”
Never did get to see the whole thing due to the bus business but will definitely keep an eye out for it.
Now one month later they had another film called “Growthbusters”. The producer had already been featured on “Late Night Live’ so was definitely looking forward to this one. It was the story of a single solitary citizen taking on the whole “Growth is Good’ mantra of goblins and economists
This time the Izzie was not in a pickle and was feeling rather normal other than the memories of forty minutes of hell at the Carriage Cafe. Will never darken the door of that otherwise gorgeous place during the school holidays
So turned up at Replants to the familiar and welcome sight of the camp fires and creepy four fingered grass trees. Victor the Dingo was still doing baby sitting duty by the fire like last time. He was kept on a leash in case he got a bit too enthusiastic. Would have killed to have him as a guest at the carriage cafe earlier that day.
There were less than a quarter of the people as last time. Guessing that it was either the cold weather or the extra publicity that “Bag it” got from a whole bunch of environmental groups
At one stage sat by the fire with the favourite pack of Dark Grimoire cards flicking through them because this place had such a spooky and supernatural feeling to it. Between the sepia toned cards and the flickering of the flames could very easily get into a trance state with little effort at all. But needed to remain reasonably alert for the movie. Was expecting them to be 30 minutes late like last time but even so it was still worth turning up. But there is something about greenie hippies that schedules are suggestions rather than deadlines. The two organizers were going to be appearing on some television show that evening so they all decided to go over to the pub to watch themselves on TV. This was around 7.30. Problem was that they did not return until just before 8pm. As most of the audience were locals it was not a problem for them but at this stage the Izzie was feeling most peeved indeed. Had paid five silver sickles to see a movie that it seemed unlikely we would see more than 30 minutes of.
They finally started around ten past eight. Looks like the Izzie will have to make do with youtube after all. Forty minutes would be more of a torturous tease than anything else
This time the story was set in some little town called Colorado Springs. There were some appalling images of McMansion developments springing up everywhere and box superstores but there were some snippets of the mountains, deer, forests and wild life. Izzie could understand why a certain singer chose to change his unpronounceable German sounding surname to “Denver”
Amidst the rape and plunder of the mindless and heartless developers, seen enough of the original environment to be seriously impressed.
We could see how this land could bring out the inner greenie. Even from a distant film a sensitive soul could sense the spirit of place and a sense of the sacred. So it was with sadness that the serpent had to slink off after only 30 minutes of magic and green logic. Decided that while this location is a most magical place that would now visit only for the munchies, the company and the ever so cool dingo but even attempting to do the movie thing again would be a complete waste of time and an exercise in frustration
This was last Friday. Still had visions of deer, forest and snow capped mountains when the stories came out about the midnight movie massacre. This almost on the anniversary of those awful events in Norway. There seemed such a sense of deja vu and another claim for 15 minutes of fame.
Anders Brevik got so much attention and airspace and endless platforms to air his narcissistic and self righteous views that it seems hardly surprising a whole bunch of wannabees out there wanted a piece of the glory too and would set about to get it in a similar manner.
It’s taken nearly a year before the survivors and families of the Norwegian dead got their day in court. They had been little more than numbers until the trial.
The Sunday paper here said it all. “I am the Joker” In a sort of twisted way there was a sort of consistent internal logic to the antics of this cold and callous carrot topped freak.
Got a free ticket to the last Batman movie when it came out seemingly centuries ago. Nearly walked out because it was so plotless and pointless. The Joker was the only interesting character in the whole sad and convoluted saga. Had to leave early once again due to the joy of public transport so never found out how the hostage drama on the ferry turned out
The movie seemed to be all ‘action’ and special effects and bugger all story. Assuming that this one would be no different. So it was ever so scary to hear that so many folks in the cinema were not sure at first about the shooting because there were so many shoot outs in the movie itself. It was apparently the gas and smoke that made them suspect something was seriously amiss
How long must this go on before people say that enough is enough? There are nut jobs and psychopathic narcissists in search of their fifteen minutes of fame everywhere but it is so much easier to score on the numbers game when you can kill people with guns rather than with arrows, knives or baseball bats.
So glad that the locals decided not to feed the fifteen minutes of fame thing and to devote the majority of their attention to the killed rather than the killer.
Colorado now conjures up a creepiness that is so in contrast with the amazing and magical images from those two home made magical greenie movies. Also found out from this latest sad saga that Columbine High School is in the same state too.
Must get out the map. Izzie has visions of Colorado being near boring places like Nevada, New Mexico and Utah and all those dodgy states with straight lines for borders. But maybe it is in the north west or near Minnesota or something
Now it still gets added to the ‘visit list’ but for all the wrong reasons It now gets added to The Badlands(along with Detroit, Las Vegas, Los Angeles and Chicago) as opposed to more seemingly magical places like Vermont, Salem, Boston, New Orleans or San Francisco
Every month they show one film on the theme of green. It began as a street community building thing but word got around and soon other folks started turning up.
The movie was held in a crazy place called Replants which is dedicated to rescuing local vegetation from the chainsaw and dump truck of developers. They rescue the trees and other plants and offer them for resale at reasonable rates. Their site features assorted spooky weeds and trees. They have offered the building as a location for the movies but outside in the garden they have a bonfire in the midst of the creepy plants and a couple of cauldrons brewing full of soup, lentils, rice and other usually kosher munchies.
Izzie was in a bit of a tizzy for her first visit in the middle of June. But even so could recognize the magical atmosphere and the beautiful food. Never did snap out of the zombie psychotic state but vow to return again next time when much more able to appreciate it.
The movie that first night was called “Bag it” and it was about one American and his attempt to avoid using disposable plastic shopping bags.
Was ever so miffed that the movie supposed to start at 7.15 did not get going until some 30 minutes later. Most of the folks attending were locals but the serpent was relying on the Floo network to get back to the Lair. The bus stop was right outside the door but needed to be at the Canning bridge before 10.30 to catch the last bus and it was a bus and a train ride to get there.
But once the film started soon got lost in the adventure and soon forgot the muddled mad serpent mind. Can distinctly remember seeing the scenes from the local town where the film maker was based and the rivalry with another for some tidy town competition. This pretty town with old buildings on the main street had a backdrop of snowy mountains and could have easily been in the Alps but it was some place in Colorado. Izzie thought “How gorgeous” It was not sponsored by any tourism commission but certainly looked like a stunningly beautiful place to visit.
It was a strange sort of movie. It was thought provoking and seriously scary but not miserable and depressing like so many documentaries about the environment. Best line ever
“There is no ‘away’”
Never did get to see the whole thing due to the bus business but will definitely keep an eye out for it.
Now one month later they had another film called “Growthbusters”. The producer had already been featured on “Late Night Live’ so was definitely looking forward to this one. It was the story of a single solitary citizen taking on the whole “Growth is Good’ mantra of goblins and economists
This time the Izzie was not in a pickle and was feeling rather normal other than the memories of forty minutes of hell at the Carriage Cafe. Will never darken the door of that otherwise gorgeous place during the school holidays
So turned up at Replants to the familiar and welcome sight of the camp fires and creepy four fingered grass trees. Victor the Dingo was still doing baby sitting duty by the fire like last time. He was kept on a leash in case he got a bit too enthusiastic. Would have killed to have him as a guest at the carriage cafe earlier that day.
There were less than a quarter of the people as last time. Guessing that it was either the cold weather or the extra publicity that “Bag it” got from a whole bunch of environmental groups
At one stage sat by the fire with the favourite pack of Dark Grimoire cards flicking through them because this place had such a spooky and supernatural feeling to it. Between the sepia toned cards and the flickering of the flames could very easily get into a trance state with little effort at all. But needed to remain reasonably alert for the movie. Was expecting them to be 30 minutes late like last time but even so it was still worth turning up. But there is something about greenie hippies that schedules are suggestions rather than deadlines. The two organizers were going to be appearing on some television show that evening so they all decided to go over to the pub to watch themselves on TV. This was around 7.30. Problem was that they did not return until just before 8pm. As most of the audience were locals it was not a problem for them but at this stage the Izzie was feeling most peeved indeed. Had paid five silver sickles to see a movie that it seemed unlikely we would see more than 30 minutes of.
They finally started around ten past eight. Looks like the Izzie will have to make do with youtube after all. Forty minutes would be more of a torturous tease than anything else
This time the story was set in some little town called Colorado Springs. There were some appalling images of McMansion developments springing up everywhere and box superstores but there were some snippets of the mountains, deer, forests and wild life. Izzie could understand why a certain singer chose to change his unpronounceable German sounding surname to “Denver”
Amidst the rape and plunder of the mindless and heartless developers, seen enough of the original environment to be seriously impressed.
We could see how this land could bring out the inner greenie. Even from a distant film a sensitive soul could sense the spirit of place and a sense of the sacred. So it was with sadness that the serpent had to slink off after only 30 minutes of magic and green logic. Decided that while this location is a most magical place that would now visit only for the munchies, the company and the ever so cool dingo but even attempting to do the movie thing again would be a complete waste of time and an exercise in frustration
This was last Friday. Still had visions of deer, forest and snow capped mountains when the stories came out about the midnight movie massacre. This almost on the anniversary of those awful events in Norway. There seemed such a sense of deja vu and another claim for 15 minutes of fame.
Anders Brevik got so much attention and airspace and endless platforms to air his narcissistic and self righteous views that it seems hardly surprising a whole bunch of wannabees out there wanted a piece of the glory too and would set about to get it in a similar manner.
It’s taken nearly a year before the survivors and families of the Norwegian dead got their day in court. They had been little more than numbers until the trial.
The Sunday paper here said it all. “I am the Joker” In a sort of twisted way there was a sort of consistent internal logic to the antics of this cold and callous carrot topped freak.
Got a free ticket to the last Batman movie when it came out seemingly centuries ago. Nearly walked out because it was so plotless and pointless. The Joker was the only interesting character in the whole sad and convoluted saga. Had to leave early once again due to the joy of public transport so never found out how the hostage drama on the ferry turned out
The movie seemed to be all ‘action’ and special effects and bugger all story. Assuming that this one would be no different. So it was ever so scary to hear that so many folks in the cinema were not sure at first about the shooting because there were so many shoot outs in the movie itself. It was apparently the gas and smoke that made them suspect something was seriously amiss
How long must this go on before people say that enough is enough? There are nut jobs and psychopathic narcissists in search of their fifteen minutes of fame everywhere but it is so much easier to score on the numbers game when you can kill people with guns rather than with arrows, knives or baseball bats.
So glad that the locals decided not to feed the fifteen minutes of fame thing and to devote the majority of their attention to the killed rather than the killer.
Colorado now conjures up a creepiness that is so in contrast with the amazing and magical images from those two home made magical greenie movies. Also found out from this latest sad saga that Columbine High School is in the same state too.
Must get out the map. Izzie has visions of Colorado being near boring places like Nevada, New Mexico and Utah and all those dodgy states with straight lines for borders. But maybe it is in the north west or near Minnesota or something
Now it still gets added to the ‘visit list’ but for all the wrong reasons It now gets added to The Badlands(along with Detroit, Las Vegas, Los Angeles and Chicago) as opposed to more seemingly magical places like Vermont, Salem, Boston, New Orleans or San Francisco