TUMP [EP#211 – Alice’s Restaurant]

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This week we take a slight break from the regular format for a film that broke us and our format completely. Here we discuss the film Alice’s Restaurant from 1969 (even though we say 1970 repeatedly in the show) Continue reading

TUMP [EP#210 – Starred Up]

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This time around not only am I few days late but I actually still have another one to come in a few days guys, so expect this to get furious with content soon. Anyways in this episode we discuss all things restrictive as we talk about the film Starred Up among others. Continue reading

Movies You Love Podcast [Episode #31 – Babe: Pig in the City w/ Evan Saathoff]

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Let’s keep this 2015 season of the Movies You Love podcast rolling as we enter into the territory of the weird and unusual, but still amazing, as I sit and talk with Evan Saathoff of Badass Digest as we discuss the crazy world of George Miller’s Babe: Pig in the CityContinue reading

The 2015 Tally: Week 4 (24/1/15 – 30/1/15)

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A day late but still interested in keeping my weekly log going. If nothing else this feature should keep my fingers nimble in typing.

It’s been a weird week for me. I can actually say that for the last seven days I’ve found myself not at the cinema and beginning to question why I obsess so much about going there. It’s not that I’m taking a break from movies, as much as I keep wondering why I’m not taking a break from my cinema. If you listen to my podcast (TUMP) then you’ve heard me and my cohosts over the years talk about our local cinema, Carib 5, and how much we hate it. Oddly enough my most recent complaints aren’t so much about their service — which I’ve come to terms with rather than saying it’s improved with in any way — but rather just about it’s location and how I constantly feel like going there. There isn’t a minute that I spend walking from the car park to the box office or in the opposite direction that I’m not accosted by all the things I hate about Kingston. That being: redundant security guards that don’t really do anything; or street vendors that don’t seem to realize I have zero interest in them; or beggars who have begun to recognize me — because I’m that one white guy they see every week — and begin to make me feel guilty directly about everything; or the occasionally other patron who can’t seem to figure out how a line works. Continue reading