Friday 28 January 2011

The Imperfections of Life

Life is so rarely perfect that to search for perfection to the extent of neglecting the reality of your life is a foolish pursuit. Things rarely pan out just how we’d want them to. No matter how much you want something to happen, there is every chance you will be powerless to actually make it come about. There is every chance that the thing you least want to happen will come about, instead of the thing you most wish for. You might start something with the best intentions, yet find that without any obvious slip, you have ended up with less than you expected, sometimes less than you began with. If you ever start to feel that everything is starting to come together in your life, something will come along which will spoil it, life will throw something at you that you just couldn’t be prepared for.

This may all sound a bit depressing but I don’t believe it should be. I believe all these statements to be true of life, all these things can happen, and given a little time I could probably name a situation in which each has happened to me, and I’m certain I’m not unique in that respect. However this doesn’t make me feel at all down, for it is the crap that life throws at you that makes you appreciate the good, it is the bad times which elevate the good in your memory. If everything went perfectly well all the time, if we always got what we wanted, then we would be bored and unappreciative.

Deal with what life throws at you, twist it and turn it until you can find the positive, for it is a cliché I know, but the vast majority of situations can have a silver lining, you just have to be inclined to look for it.

Sometimes there are times in our lives where dealing is pretty much impossible, when the obstacles are too great and the tragedies too traumatic. If you find yourself unable to deal, unable to make sense of what is happening and draw anything other than negatives from it, then reset your aims. If you cannot deal then just survive, go from day to day until life seems less hopeless and the darkness recedes. There is no shame in holding your hands up and saying that all you can manage to do is keep going for a while.

Surviving isn’t living, and eventually you have to pull yourself out no matter how much it hurts, for the effort will be rewarded eventually.

Life is rarely if ever perfect, things won’t always turn out how you want, you may have too much or too little of something, whether it be time, possessions or love, but the trick is to accept the imperfection and cherish what you do have, for only then can you truly be happy.

I write this fully aware that far too often i fail to maintain the idealistic and determinedly optimistic viewpoint i've just championed. I've spent far too long over the last few years pursuing the perfect relationship, the perfect friendships, the perfect (for me at least) future career, and I suspect that i've missed out on some great opportunities along the way because of that.

I'm going to try and change that. Fingers crossed eh?

Thursday 27 January 2011

Football Has A Role To Play

Over the last two months one of the most important relationships in my life went a long way towards being fully mended after a fairly rocky period. This improved state of affairs has come as quite a relief to me, i've relied on this particular bond to keep me sane more times than i could hope to count over the last decade and a half. So many memories spring to mind every time i think of it; Saturday afternoons in the park, evenings spent feeling so tense i barely dare move, bitterly cold Sunday mornings sprinting across muddy fields and several moments where i felt as true a sense of euphoria as i ever have.

The relationship i am talking about is, of course, my loving yet destructively abusive relationship with football.

Football has always been a hugely important factor in my life ever since the moment i attended a frankly dire match between Sheffield United and Charlton in the late 90's. It's odd how memory works, i am only moderately sure that this was my first game, yet am certain it was a pretty shockingly poor match. I only went because i'd won two free tickets. I also think a man with the surname of Tracy was in goal, though I don't doubt I could be wrong.

However, it was enough for me to fall utterly in love with football. I didn't fall in love with either of the two teams though; no my path as a football fan was laid out by my mother, a Forest fan for over 20 years, who witnessed the glory years which i know i'll never see emulated. I won't deny there have been times i have wished i hadn't been "encouraged" to support Forest, especially as i've lived most of my life in Sheffield, but looking at it now as a 20 year old I don't regret it at all.

Perhaps that's a sign of the undeniable fickleness of football fans, seeing as right now isn't the worst time to be a Forest fan, but i reckon the fact i was a season ticket holder throughout the years we were in League One, travelling from Sheffield to most home games and a good number of away games, should excuse me from any accusations of being a fair weather supporter. Anyone who went to Rotherham's old ground will testify that you don't go there if you were faint of heart, regardless of the weather.

It is a cliché about men that they take football too seriously, that they value it above the more 'real' relationships in their life. Anyone who knows me will know that i take most of the relationships that would be considered 'real' far too seriously, so i hope my ramble about football actually gets taken seriously.

As i mentioned earlier, football has given me some of the most pure, unqualified, unquestioning moments of happiness. As mentioned in earlier posts i have a bad tendency to over analyse everything, to be reserved and controlled in the majority of what i do, but if i'm at a football match and Forest score, all of that goes out of the window. The sensation when within the crowd of my team scoring is too a large extent incomparable for me, the intensity of that reaction, so instinctive and powerful is utterly intoxicating. I walk out of the ground after a win and already crave that feeling again.

However over the summer i concede i became fairly disillusioned with football. The frustration and depression of losing to Blackpool in the play offs (potentially my least favourite sporting creation) and the utter shambles of England's world cup campaign leaving my usually high tolerance for footballing dissapointments worryingly stretched.

I was there at the City Ground as Blackpool demolished Forest in the semi final and i was in a pub as i experienced what has to be counted amongst the most intense bursts of hatred i've ever felt, consciously directed towards the officials of the Germany v England game when Frank Lampard's goal wasn't given. I didn't use inverted commas here because it was a goal, the fact it wasn't given was a mistake and to pretend otherwise would be false.

After those two experiences it is understandable that i went into the new season with a cynicism and a pessimism i hadn't previously experienced. A distinctly average start by Forest combined with a less than inspiring start to my second year of university meant that as Forest continued to struggle in the early stages of the season i saw there trials merely as a continuation of my typical luck. I am not an angry guy by any stretch of the imagination, but as i realised the goal hadn't been given i was furious, disbelief and anger combining in a powerful cocktail.

It was the most unlikely of scenarios which sparked my love of football yet again, a dismal 1-0 defeat against Leicester at the Walkers Stadium. It was a shocking game at the ground which encapsulates the issues surrounding both crisp manufacturers sponsoring teams and the limitations of ikea-esque flat pack stadiums. It was the first game i'd been to since the fiasco of the play off's and despite how utterly uninspiring the game was, i became hooked yet again.

There is something about being in the midst of a football crowd that triggers an intensely natural reaction in me. I have never felt anything equivalent to the joy of being part of a collective passion for a certain cause. Football is one of the most powerful and yet at the same time wonderfully inconsequential examples of this. Though i would rile with anger at anyone who uttered the phrase "it's only a game", on some level i know it to be true and love it for that. It's an event which doesn't dictate anything real about the future path of my life, yet inspires in me some wonderfully powerful emotional reactions.

I have had many good days in my life. There are so many memories that stand out throughout my life which i both cherish and protect. Most involve my friends, a large proportion involve music, but a good sized chunk revolve around football.

Undoubtedly one that springs to the forefront is the memory of how i felt when the news that Cheltenham had gone 2-1 up against Doncaster reached me.

Now that may seem like a pretty unusual source of true happiness, but you must know the context to appreciate why it meant so much. It was May 3rd 2008 and i had experienced 3 years following Forest around god awful League One grounds as under the wonderfully inept leadership of Megson (who in a frankly odd moment i saw in a coffee shop in Sheffield today) and Calderwood we struggled to get out of that league. I was at the City Ground that day, as we played a team responsible for one of the darkest days in our club's history, and i remember how conflicted i was when we reached half time 3-1 up while Doncaster were only 1-0 down. I desperately wanted to believe we could get promotion, but my experiences with Forest and success were incredibly limited. Even as i clapped the team off at half time two painful memories sprang to the fore. First was the day when i had to walk into my school in Sheffield following the defeat to Sheffield United in the play offs. The second was spending my Y11 prom checking on the score from the match against Yoevil which we eventually utterly screwed up, thus spoiling what should have been a high point of my teens.

Safe to say i wasn't overly optimistic and this without a doubt played a major part in the utterly pure release of emotion that followed the news that Cheltenham were beating Doncaster, which meant that, as results stood at the time we'd be going up to the Championship. For once luck, the fates or even perhaps the 44 players on the two pitches combined to create potentially the most uniquely happy moment in my life. When the final whistle blew in Nottingham and i knew we were promoted i really can't think of an equivalent moment.

I am someone who is more than prone to over thinking, someone who tends to question every good thing in my life until i can no longer enjoy it, but that day defeated that side of me. The moment when the final whistle blew was one of pure happiness and i loved every minute that followed it while i stayed in the stadium. I even enjoyed the train journey home, on an over-crowded and roasting hot train, such was the blissful state i was in following the game.

There are other moments which come close; Bradford away (a huge away following staying for half an hour after the game to praise the efforts of "Charlie and Frank" in trying to undo the damage of the Megson years), Chelsea away (6000 Reds singing constantly singing despite a dismal performance, plus the greatest banner i have ever seen, the words of which i will put at the bottom of this post), coming from 2-0 down to draw against Leicester at home (with the only decent Lester coming off the bench to score both goals) and the moment two seasons ago when Lee Camp (a former Derby player) saved a penalty in the dying moments against his former club, firmly establishing him as a hero at the City Ground.

All those moments are in the past now though, and as i previously mentioned i was struggling to muster the usual enthusiasm for the current season. However that Leicester game, regardless of how poorly we played, brought me back into the passionate world of football fandom and since then i have felt that same burning desire to be at as many games as i could once again.

The moment i knew that i had truly fell utterly in love with football yet again came on the 15th of January 2011. I went to my first home game since the play off defeat to Blackpool when we played Portsmouth and on an at times farcically windswept pitch, we outplayed them for pretty much the entire 90 minutes yet found ourselves 1-0 down.

However as the clock ticked towards 88 minutes a frustratingly rare example of good football saw us break up field and McGugan put in a cross so dangerous Sonko had no option but to try and cut it out, to disastrous effects as his attempted interception sliced it into his own net. The eruption when that ball hit the net was pretty loud but was nothing when compared to what followed. When on 93 minutes Tudgay flicked on a McGugan free kick and made it 2-1 almost the entire 21,000 at the game went thoroughly, utterly and unreservedly mental, including me.

It was one of those moment which reminded me of why i love football. Coming from behind to win, against a good team, at a time when we needed to win to maintain our pursuit of the promotion challengers; it may seem simple but it is almost indescribably brilliant (though i hope i've come close to capturing some of the wonder involved). As mentioned earlier i tend to by hyper aware of my own actions, constantly conscious of the potential implications of what i do, yet when Tudgay's header hit the back of the net i didn't give the slightest damn what i looked like or how i seemed, i celebrated in a pure and natural way and i loved the moment for allowing me to do so.

All the pessimism and cynicism that had surrounded football for the past 12 months evaporated as the net rippled and i remembered just how happy this "game" could make me. I'd be more than willing to argue this particular point, but even if it is 'just' a game, i will argue until my dying breath that it is the greatest game on earth.

I think too much, worry far too much, struggle with issues of my own creation far too often, yet come 3 o'clock on a Saturday, i couldn't care less about all those issues and for that, even if merely that, i must thank Football.

Since then we've beaten Derby and Bristol and seem poised to really challenge for promotion this season. I don't know what the next few months hold, though my hopes are probably easy to guess.

Even if we fail to go up this year there will be one undeniable plus to the 2010/2011 season; it restored my love for football.

Monday 3 January 2011

Film 2010

Not posted in a while for a variety of uninteresting reasons, but this post will be a reflective look at the films i saw for the first time over the course of 2010, a year in which in my opinion was VERY good for cinema. I debated doing this in a countdown format, as a top 10 or something of that ilk, but i realised there wasn't the slightest chance of me settling on an order i would be happy with for even a week, let alone a year. Instead it's simply going to be a sprawling list of some of the films i saw for the first time this year (not all of them are films released during 2010, but they were new to me during those 12 months) and i would hope that anyone who reads it will have seen the majority of them, otherwise you've missed out as there were some real crackers. It might not be a top 10, but i will be handing out some accolades during the post. I've tried to avoid revealing any major spoilers but obviously i do reference particular moments in these films, so consider yourself warned.

Toy Story 3 (Best Animated Picture)
No doubt about this one, and it'd be in contention for best film of the year if i had the energy to decide that. It's incredibly rare to have a trilogy where every film is as good as the last, but here i really couldn't pick a favourite out of the trilogy. Charming, funny, heart warming, witty and ever so slightly heart breaking - everything i've come to expect from a Pixar film and from the Toy Story franchise. The closing scene tugged at the heart strings as effectively and as intelligently as any of the dramas and romances released in the same time period. One of the most enjoyable films of any year.

Inception
Huge amounts have been written about the complexities of Inception, some praising it for the twists and turns of the script and the stunning action sequences, others arguing that it was pretentious and too busy enjoying how clever it was to actually be a good film. I'm in the former camp, i really enjoyed it and there were several minutes where the sheer spectacle stunned me. I sadly didn't get to see it at the cinema (a fact i regret quite a bit, the corridor fight and the collapsing limbo city stand out as moments which i reckon were even better on the big screen) so had been hearing the hype for months and so it was genuinely nice to watch a film and find that it came very close to living up to what seemed to be perhaps insurmountable praise, a feeling which would be repeated by a number of other films during 2010. It's far from perfect and at times did border on trying to be clever for the sake of being clever, but overall i feel that it remained entertaining throughout, and from a summer blockbuster that's the main thing i ask. In my opinion Christopher Nolan has provided an action movie with a brilliantly crafted screenplay, genuine intelligence and some great central performances - bring on Batman 3.

Kick Ass (Best fight sequence)
I loved this film, loved the concept of an average kid (played very well by Aaron Johnson) deciding to become a superhero only to find himself quickly a long way out of his depth, loved the father-daughter crime fighting duo, loved the dialogue and most of all loved the action sequences. There were several great scenes (Hit-Girl's opening and closing fight scenes are both superb, if surprisingly graphic) but it is the sequence in the warehouse during which Hit-Girl makes use of a strobe light to take out a dozen or so gangsters in an attempt to rescue Big Daddy and Kick-Ass that stands out even amongst such strong company. Perfectly accompanied by a dramatic score it was in my opinion the most tense, most involving and most perfectly crafted action sequence of the year.

Monsters (Best cinema-going experience)
I went to the cinema plenty this year, although possibly not as much as i'd have liked to. It took me a while to settle on which film that i saw there i enjoyed the most, but in the end i realised there was only one winner, the Gareth Edwards directed alien invasion movie, Monsters. Detailing the journey of two people across a quarantined area of Mexico which contains gigantic, tentacled creatures that according to an early caption arrived nearly 6 years ago, It got called 2010's District 9 by a lot of critics and in some ways it is similar to that, it looks at an earth where the aliens have been there for an extended period time rather than the actual invasion, where people and these creatures are starting to co-exist. I think what i enjoyed most about this film was that it was subtle and thoughtful in every way that most alien invasion movies are hyper active and aggressive. There was genuine characterisation, beautiful cinematography (which at times bordered on nature documentary level in terms of the way they showed the Mexican scenery) and an appreciation for how resisting going for the big dramatic fight or clichéd line can make a film so much more powerful. The biggest compliment i can give to this film is that for pretty much the only time i can remember truly caring about the characters in an alien invasion film.

Up In The Air (Most Deserved Oscar Hype)
I'd heard a lot about this film, with it's 6 Oscar nominations and pretty much universally good reviews in the magazines and newspapers, but only got round to watching it on DVD very close to the end of 2010. Often i've been disappointed by films which have had similarly hyped up releases, so i was braced for this to be good in a particularly underwhelming way. However it actually managed to make the aforementioned hype seem utterly justified in a staggeringly understated manner. For a film attempting to look at some of the most defining issues, at least on a personal level, of the 21st century, those of isolation, monogamy, true love, marriage and most crucially the broader issue of how we relate to other people, it did so in a wonderfully subtle way, avoiding both clichés and falling into the trap of being defined by any particular genre or clear categorization. It is also my favourite George Clooney movie, so there you go.

Scott Pilgrm vs the World (Most Undeserved Commercial Flop)
This film completely and utterly sank at the box office for a film with a big budget and high profile cast. I believe this was potentially one of the great cinematic injustices of 2010. A great film, with a witty screenplay and the perfect amount of pop culture references i really enjoyed this film. I acknowledge that a significant portion of anyone's reaction to this film will depend on what they feel about Michael Cera, personally i like him, but if you don't you're i guess unlikely to really connect with this film. Intelligently and uniquely tying in video game geekdom, a splattering of the clichés of the musical genre and what in essence is a rom-com (though it resembles no rom-com i've ever seen before, and i've seen plenty) Scott Pilgrim manages to tick so many different boxes i suspect in doing so it spelt it's own downfall, but in doing so is a brilliant film.

Zombieland (Best Horror-Comedy hybrid of the year)
Another film i sadly missed out on at the cinema but one which has rapidly become a favourite on DVD. I've personally damned it with my own choice of praise several times by calling it the American "Shaun of the Dead". The phrase suggests an element of dismissive criticism, as if i am suggesting it is merely a cheap and lazy imitation of a European film for a Hollywood audience. However i never intended any criticism by the comparison, i merely meant to suggest that it was a Rom-Zom-Com (a phrase coined by Edgar Wright and the other Shaun of the Dead crew), but a highly American one. Using the premise of a zombie invasion to make comments about both American Society as a whole and the relentless, blindly optimistic search for the one, Zombieland could be more accurately described as the American cousin of Shaun of the Dead rather than an identical twin. One of the most quotable films of the year it also provided some of the images of the year and a romance that would feel all to familiar to the myriad of teenage boys who've fallen under the spell of a confident, self-assured girl.

30 Days of Night (Best Horror)
A theme is developing here as this is another film which I failed to see at the cinema. Comfortably the horror film i most enjoyed since "Let the Right One In" in terms of challenging the clichés and pre-conceptions of the Vampire based horror genre while still providing a damn good horror movie. On a larger scale than the previously mentioned film, and thus lacking the depth of characterisation that it provided, this film makes up for it with gore, tension and genuinely shiver inducingly (it's now a word, don't lie it's one that been missing from you life) creepy villains. It was far from the most intelligent or complex film i watched that year, but it was one of the most entertaining and it fulfilled exactly the role i hoped it would when i read the blurb on the box. The only film that came close was "The Crazies" and that, despite being a very enjoyable film, suffered from failing to decide if it was a zombie apocalypse movie or a survival horror, never quite settling on either without nailing the combination. A really enjoyable concept (what if the sun wasn't going to rise for an entire month, thus taking away a key weakness for most film vampires) executed excitingly and with a good eye for a jump scare as well as a more over-riding sense of dread.

A Single Man (Most heartbreaking scene)
This was an excellent film throughout with the frankly supreme Colin Firth the centre around which this tale of loneliness and grief revolves. It stands out particularly though for one scene which is quite possibly the most moving moment of cinema I saw in the last year. The scene in which he finds out over the phone that his partner has died in a car crash is an agonisingly honest display of grief. So subtle, yet so powerful, Firth receives the news with only the most minor visible signs of anguish, yet communicates so much through each blink, each swallow, each tiny little mannerism that despite the composed exterior no one watching that scene could be in any doubt about the devastation that man is feeling. Simply masterful acting on Firth's part and superbly understated scripting and direction mean that this scene is a hundred times more powerful than anything most films can ever achieve.

The Town (Best Crime Movie & Most Clear Cut Example of an Actor Redeemed)
The best crime film since 'Heat', and once i've watched it a couple of times on DVD when it comes out, i might actually be willing to claim it is the superior film. This has everything you could want from a good crime movie: Complex yet relatable criminals, brilliantly executed action sequences, a girl who makes the lead question his lifestyle and a bastard of a cop hunting them down, it's all there and it's all done brilliantly. The aforementioned redemption is of course Ben Affleck's, he is an actor who though i didn't doubt had talent; his writing and performance in 'Good Will Hunting' and his acting in 'Dogma' both attest to that, had seemed to squander it. Forever burned into my memory was his part in 'Pearl Harbour' and i happily admit i had dismissed him as just one of the many actors who ends up falling short of their potential. 'The Town' has made me entirely re-evaluate this. He writes, directs and stars in this excellent crime film about bank robbers in Charlestown, Boston and he manages to nail all three roles. It may be that he returns to squandering this indisputable talent, but i really hope he instead continues to provide 'Town' level of performances and involvement, rather than returning to the hugely underwhelming waters of 'Pearl Harbour'.

Whip It (Feel Good Film of the Year)
This Drew Barrymore directed sports movie, about women playing a pretty brutal sport called roller derby in Austin, Texas, really surprised me. I watched it because it had Ellen Page in it, because a female orientated sports movie isn't a genre overly familiar to me and because i was intrigued by several reviews which had emphasised it's feel good qualities but i wasn't exactly expecting a huge amount. However it was inspiring, entertaining and outright cool in many places. Along with Ellen Page it had Drew Barrymore, Kristen Wiig, Juliette Lewis and Marcia Gay Harden all starring and all providing very enjoyable performances. A pretty classic formula of a teenager bored with their small town life entering into a competition without their parents knowledge is used as the starting point for an extremely up-lifting film about how important finding your passion in life is and how moving on with your life doesn't mean you have to leave everything behind.

Four Lions (Comedy of the Year)
Comedies come in many different shapes and forms i know, but surely one of the most important qualities when evaluating a comedy is how much you laugh and 'Four Lions' made me laugh more than almost any other film. There are several lines in that film which even on the third or fourth watch still draw an audible chuckle from me rather than just the pleasant smile that most comedies inspire on repeat viewings. However for all the one-liners that had me in stitches the first time i heard them, what makes the film much more memorable is the bitter sweet nature of the plot. This is a film which was never likely to end well, yet the way Chris Morris deals with the conclusion means that for all the laughs involved, as the end credits roll it isn't quite the simplistic feel-good experience many comedies provide.

I could go on, because there's several other films that i enjoyed during 2010, but i reckon this should do as a list of the best films of the last 12 months or so.