Damn you, Netflix.
Another slow, boring week. Another day of trudging through Jira tickets looking at development schedules, schemas, development tables and user stories. It's sort of fun in a boring, nerdish, soul sapping sort of way.
Which is where Netflix comes in. I've normally got the television on in the background on any given day. In the morning, it's often the Today Extra show. Don't hold this against me, but it's good for news bulletins and there are lots of infomercials you can turn off too. It's background white noise, not obtrusive and it acts like a pseudo office environment (banal chatter, half wits and fluff without the lousy kitchen aromas).
The afternoon's a bit trickier. Finding something to have on in the background to work to without getting too distracted. Old favourites get played. The West Wing, Suits, Doctor Doctor... bland, banal shows that don't get in the way. I know the stories. I can put the telly in the background, work productlively and all is well.
Then, like today, I make a mistake an put on something I really shouldn't.
That thing was Luca Guadagnino's Call Me By Your Name.
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb.
I've only seen a little bit of this director's work. A Bigger Splash is his other film that made an impact. I love this film. I love Ralph Fiennes cast against type. I love Ralph Fiennes Dad Dancing. I love that Tilda Swinton is this director's muse.
Oh bugger it, here's Ralph Fiennes dad dancing. Everybody needs to see this:
What I love about Luca Guadagnino's films is that they are langorous. They shirk around he film like a hot cat, stretching, padding, looking gorgeous. They often take place in Italy in remote places which are as glorious as they are stark.
And his films look at human relationships at their most raw and vulnerable.
Which is how I come to Call Me By Your Name - a film which left me breathless at the end of it. A film which saw Timothee Chalomet secure his first Oscar nomination. Personally, I think Michael Stuhlbarg and Armie Hammer were robbed of Best Supporting Actor Oscar nominations.
The story is quite simple. It's a boy-meets-boy love story - one of the purest and most beautiful I've ever witnessed on film. Chalomet plays Elio, the precocious son of a university professor (Stuhlbarg). They are staying at the family villa in the North of Italy. Along comes Oliver (Hammer), an PhD student who comes to stay with the family and work on his PhD under Stuhlbarg's tutelage.
It becomes apparent early on that Elio and Oliver spark off each other. They try to ignore it. In the end, they succumb. What ensues is a love story of the purest, most honest form ever shown on film.
I adore this film. I love it a bit too much. I love it so much that I will have to do a few hours work on the weekend to make up for me sitting in front of the telly gobsmacked, again, but the abject beauty of this film.
Set in the eighties, the film has a great innocence to it. There are little things I love - Armie Hammer's dancing being one of those things (at 6'5" he's all arms and legs and it's a joy to watch.).
And then there is Michael Stuhlbarg's final speech - the final sucker punch of the film.
If you haven't seen this (or his other wonder work, A Bigger Splash) hunt them out. Call Me By Your Name is on Netflix.
Just don't try watch it while you're working. You'll get suckered in, start crying, get all emotional because nobody has loved you like Elio and Oliver love each other and you end up a lump of custard.
Oh well - I'll leave the telly off when I do my catch up work on Sunday...
Today's song:
Another slow, boring week. Another day of trudging through Jira tickets looking at development schedules, schemas, development tables and user stories. It's sort of fun in a boring, nerdish, soul sapping sort of way.
Which is where Netflix comes in. I've normally got the television on in the background on any given day. In the morning, it's often the Today Extra show. Don't hold this against me, but it's good for news bulletins and there are lots of infomercials you can turn off too. It's background white noise, not obtrusive and it acts like a pseudo office environment (banal chatter, half wits and fluff without the lousy kitchen aromas).
The afternoon's a bit trickier. Finding something to have on in the background to work to without getting too distracted. Old favourites get played. The West Wing, Suits, Doctor Doctor... bland, banal shows that don't get in the way. I know the stories. I can put the telly in the background, work productlively and all is well.
Then, like today, I make a mistake an put on something I really shouldn't.
That thing was Luca Guadagnino's Call Me By Your Name.
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb.
I've only seen a little bit of this director's work. A Bigger Splash is his other film that made an impact. I love this film. I love Ralph Fiennes cast against type. I love Ralph Fiennes Dad Dancing. I love that Tilda Swinton is this director's muse.
Oh bugger it, here's Ralph Fiennes dad dancing. Everybody needs to see this:
What I love about Luca Guadagnino's films is that they are langorous. They shirk around he film like a hot cat, stretching, padding, looking gorgeous. They often take place in Italy in remote places which are as glorious as they are stark.
And his films look at human relationships at their most raw and vulnerable.
Which is how I come to Call Me By Your Name - a film which left me breathless at the end of it. A film which saw Timothee Chalomet secure his first Oscar nomination. Personally, I think Michael Stuhlbarg and Armie Hammer were robbed of Best Supporting Actor Oscar nominations.
The story is quite simple. It's a boy-meets-boy love story - one of the purest and most beautiful I've ever witnessed on film. Chalomet plays Elio, the precocious son of a university professor (Stuhlbarg). They are staying at the family villa in the North of Italy. Along comes Oliver (Hammer), an PhD student who comes to stay with the family and work on his PhD under Stuhlbarg's tutelage.
It becomes apparent early on that Elio and Oliver spark off each other. They try to ignore it. In the end, they succumb. What ensues is a love story of the purest, most honest form ever shown on film.
I adore this film. I love it a bit too much. I love it so much that I will have to do a few hours work on the weekend to make up for me sitting in front of the telly gobsmacked, again, but the abject beauty of this film.
Set in the eighties, the film has a great innocence to it. There are little things I love - Armie Hammer's dancing being one of those things (at 6'5" he's all arms and legs and it's a joy to watch.).
And then there is Michael Stuhlbarg's final speech - the final sucker punch of the film.
If you haven't seen this (or his other wonder work, A Bigger Splash) hunt them out. Call Me By Your Name is on Netflix.
Just don't try watch it while you're working. You'll get suckered in, start crying, get all emotional because nobody has loved you like Elio and Oliver love each other and you end up a lump of custard.
Oh well - I'll leave the telly off when I do my catch up work on Sunday...
Today's song:
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