Long time no write

Well, the pressure has been on for the last couple of weeks- the impending doom of exams and so on, but I have a little break before the next  session of back-breaking revision begins.

I went to see the Wolf-Man last wednesday, and I found it to be somewhat clichéd and predictable (but then again what more can you actually expect from a film titled 'Wolf-Man'). The plot thickened (not that much- perhaps only to the consistency of a fruit smoothie), and I found myself wondering if I was ever going to see any true horror. During the course of the movie, I believe I became a psychic visionary, because as soon as Sir Anthony Hopkins arrived on the screen I prompted to a friend- 'Ah, the prodigal son returns', which turned out to be the first lines out of his mouth- not the most original script. Although the movie did attempt to capture my attention, it failed somewhat miserably. However the film did manage to tickle my funny bones and send me into a fit of laughter when Sir Anthony Hopkins appeared covered in fake fur with an angry smirk on his face looking like the most unconvicing werewolf of all time (and this comes from a person who watched Big Wolf On Campus- the teenage werewolf drama). Nevertheless it filled up my time- though I will dread the day they decide to make an ill-fated sequel; let's hope we never see that day.

I was surfing the net and I found an intruiging quote from Sir Anthony Hopkins today.

"You look at fashion magazines and you think, 'What are we living in?' You look at the red carpet, Paris Hilton, you know, these people and you think, 'Is there anything going on up there?' It's a mass enslavement and it's kind of fascism. And it's the androgyny of it; the androgyny of the human soul. I don't think people think any more. But maybe I'm just old."

Wolf-Man may not win any Oscars, but I believe some part of this speech is completely true and it all makes complete sense. Some people have just been drained of all independent thinking. Mass enslavement would be an appropriate term-

The sixth form had a non-school uniform day a few weeks back; the only thing you could see for miles about was our school sixth form girls in matching checked shirts, leggings and Uggs. Part of it is conformity- gaining a sense of belonging, being liked and accepted, the other part, I believe, is an actual lack of thinking- have we lost all control our limbs? do we not control all our own thoughts? or have people been brainwashed by such a sense of self conciousness that they have forgotten how to be themselves?

Any thoughts?

xx