Wanders in…Newfoundland (part four)

The Shyre were an electro jazz band visiting from Montreal. We’d been encouraged to attend by one of the band’s musicians. He was the kind of fresh-faced Canadian that we were happy to take a punt on. He had kindly offered a ticket reduction at the door. They were clearly slightly concerned about the attendance….

Film Review: Atomic Blonde

The blonde’s name is Lorraine Broughton, although in the watching I’m not sure this detail fully permeated. In fact, may of the details are best left unheeded. Charlize Theron dominates the grungy bubble gum eighties aesthetic in such a visually affecting way that it’s best not to ask too many questions, just let her do…

Film Review: John Wick

Mr Wick is grieving. He’s grieving for the loss of a good woman. More specifically, he is mourning for his wife. John is struggling to cope in her absence, as he passes his days in their magnificent minimalist home. His life is as barren and empty as the restrained architectural minimalism of his surroundings. It…

Wanders in…Newfoundland (part three)

She usually has a short blonde bob that curls slightly. We were now into our second night camping and the bob was looking tangled. We were out in backcountry, it was pitch black, and the wildlife was getting curious. Our tent wasn’t completely without protection. We were pitched upon a slightly raised wooden platform. We…

Wanders in…Newfoundland (part two)

We arrived in Bonavista in the evening. The town marks the point where the explorer Giovanni Caboto first spied the slightly desolate shoreline of Newfoundland. Sailing under the English flag, Giovanni’s name was promptly anglicised to John Cabot, the name to which the Newfoundlanders affectionately remember him by. The town consisted of a fairly liberal…