Films

Movie Review: Mary Queen of Scots

So, look at me, three films in arow! Can I consider myself a film buff now? Anyway, enough about my new-foundcareer as a movie critic and let’s talk about the film Mary Queen of Scots!

Now this film appealed to me straightaway from the very fact that its set in the Elizabethan era of history. It is my favourite period of history and I have conducted a lot of personal research into this area. I also found it very interesting learning more about the otherqueen that ruled alongside Elizabeth on this small island. Mary, the Queen ofScotland, mother to the first King to rule both England and Scotland together,James I. This was one part of history that I have never studied or reallylooked into was the rise and birth of James I, and this film was veryinsightful in that respect. I had the same feeling I had when watching Vice andlearning about the events that led to the Iraq war. Obviously independentresearch is always best, and you can’t rely on one film to educate yourselfabout any period of history, as everything naturally has a level of bias youneed to be careful of. However, it is always a helpful, accessible way to quicklyand concisely learn the basics of what happened and the journey to someone’s ascensionor destruction.

The film starts how it ends, which I will not ruin so I will not say how it starts, but it’s a very clever entrance that had me gripped from the first moment it came on. The film then progresses to show Mary return from France where she was living to the shores of Scotland, where she was to be made queen. While the story of Mary is told, the film checks in on multiple points with the English Queen Elizabeth, and it’s the first time I have watched a film where she it portrayed to be afraid and doubt her own leadership. She is always portrayed as this formidable brute of a queen, conquering the Spanish Armada and always knowing what to do. However in this instance her crown was very much on unstable ground, with Mary having mire claim to the Throne than she did due to her Catholic heritage. Margot Robbie also played her very well. Not going to lie when I saw she was playing the role of Elizabeth, I did worry as I have not really seen her in a role like this, only really seeing her as Harley Quinn and that’s it (Yes, I have not watched that film either). This would be such a different role to play, and a daunting one at that. Dame Helen Mirren and Cate Blanchet both played the role impeccably well, and Margot had a tough job of trying to match that calibre. However, she proved me wrong and managed to play an Elizabeth I had never seen before. Also, for everyone, the hair and makeup department were insane the characters looked so striking, especially the transformation of Queen Elizabeth at the end when she fully asserts her confidence and power. Mary looked the same throughout, although the film covers 25 years and Elizabeth does age, well gain many scars due to Small Pox, however Mary doesn’t. It is deliberate as Elizabeth was jealous and longed for the beauty that Mary held.

The story continued to move through the lives of the tweo queens. Mary got married, and gave birth to a baby boy (Future King James I), and Queen Elizabeth and her council contunued to fail to restrain Marys growinG confidence and her power.

However, a revolution soon followed as Marys husband is killed, after he betrays her (its very large spoiler and long story so will not go into it here!). She marries again to retain her dominance, however the man she marries, her previous protector gets greedy and only marries to be king. The revolution led by the head of the Scotish Protestant Church, acted out by David Tennant who is again unrecognisable appart from his rich Scotish accent, successfully push Mary into hiding, where she eventually finally meets her other queen, Elizabeth. Now riddled with Small Pox scars, and a large red wig and white make up, Margot undergoes a huge transformation as to where she is unrecongisable.

They agree that Mary can be protected by Elizabeth, however after mutliple years it is found that Mary had attempted to end Elizabeth multiple times whilst she was queen of Scotland, and elizabeth had her sentenced to death, where Mary was to be beheaded, and this is where the film starts how it ends. She starts off on the chopping block, then cuts away, and then it ends with her on the chopping block, as if it tells the story of how she ended up on the block in the first place.

This film is so capitvating and I loved every minute of it, I will be buying it when it comes out digitally and I will be watching it again, however I urge you go out and what It in person yourself. Its such a good movie and my review alone won’t give it the justice it deserves.

So would I recommend you watch Mary Queen of Scots, most certainly!

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When he falls, the vultures come circling.

His vision is fuzzy, the long road to the finish line seems bleak and the skies are darkening. His legs, weakening, limping, struggling to move until they buckle under the weight of his own sorrow. There he lay, emotionless, motionless and alone. All that surrounds him is barron wasteland and all that fills his mind is the memories of good times past, and his dreams he still holds close.

Looking at this bleak picture, his fate looks sealed and final, and his days numbered. He had given up. What was the point on keeping on going down this long winding road with no destination in sight? The world against him, punishing him with every step he took.

Days past, then months, and he still lay still and calm. Mind still on fire, but not dead. His life not yet extinguished. One thing had changed however. The land seemed dryer, darker. The ground cracking and the only sound that remained was the sombre hum of the wind navigating through the branches of the one tree left in this baron wasteland.

While laying there, he had a vision, the first vision he had since his downfall. A bird.

A bird had come and perched on his arm as he sat on a bench, with bright green lawn beneath him and the sweet sound of the robins and the swallows filled the air. Where was he? He didn’t know, but the vision continued. He was joined by another bird, then another, and another. Soon he was surrounded by many birds, all decorated with beautiful features and painted the lawn with multi colour brilliance. The single bird perched on his arm gave him a call, a warning. He was confused at first and was not sure what this warning was about. Why was he being warned? What was the bird trying to say? He continued to listen to the bird as it consistently warned him. It then began to make sense.

He was in danger.

His vulnerability had left him open to danger. As quickly at the vision had begun, it stopped and he woke up. Still laying he dazed into the never ending horizon of the wasteland he had found himself trapped in. There were multiple fuzzy shapes in the distance that were getting closer but his vision had still not cleared so it was hard to tell what they were. As they came closer, their shape had begun to sharpen and it became clear what they were. Four of them stood around him. They stopped and looked at him. Almost laughing at him as he lay there powerless. They circled around and spoke to eachother, nothing he could distinguish. They kept circling and circling and their muffles got louder and louder.

Then, as if something stopped them dead, they fell to floor. One by one they hit the ground with force as the wind was taken from their wings. Vultures. They were vultures.

As the last one hit the floor, he began to move, the first time in months. He moved his leg, then his arm, then he moved his head to look up at the sky. Confused, he saw the sky breaking, a huge rift in the middle of the dark and dense atmosphere above him. A bright light shined through as the sky continued to split, and after a short while, the light filled the sky.

He pushed himself upright and began attempting to stand up, after a few times and a few falls, he prevailed and stood on his feet. As if he was a new born horse, stumbled around but remained upright. He gazed into the bright sky once more and was still confused as to what happened. The man then fell and found himself falling into a bench. He looked around and saw green grass. Leaf rich trees swaying with the gentle summer breeze. People walking past him full of glee and joy. Children running and playing on the vast fields that surrounded him. It soon occured to him that he had finally reached his destination. He was home.

He thought about the torment he had gone through. The walking, the endless tiresome walking, to the fall, to the vision, and to the vultures. Those damn vultures. Never again would he trust the vultures that came circling during his darkest hour.

Still sat on the bench, a bird landed on his knee and looked up at him. It was the same bird in his vision, but this time was alone, and silent. No more did he need to warn. He had won.

The vultures were no more.

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Films

VICE: A film that finally made me understand the complxities of the Iraq war.

Last week, I went to the cinema for the second time in a month, I know thats ground breaking considering I have not been to the cinema in a very long time (Hi Netflix). Now it was a very last minute decision and I was told we were going to watch a movie called Vice. I must admit at first I was sceptical, never heard of the movie, and the last time I went to the cinema to see a film I actually wanted to see, I was left bitterly disappointed.

So the film in a nutshell is the journey of Dick Cheney, former Vice president during the reign of George W Bush. It follows his early live, his lows, then the steady poltical journey through the White House.

This period of history I have always heard about, I know about 9/11 and researched alot into the tragic day. I have heard alot about the Iraq war and have heard the updates on the war in Iraq and Afganistan throughout my childhood and adolescence. So when I heard this film was a dramatised version of this critical period in history I was intrgued and started to look forward to watching it.

Overall I loved the structure of it, it was narrated throughout and it was very comedic and had some very funny scenes that you would not expect from a film like this, like premature credits, funny one liners and alternative scenes. The story was well constructed, and made it clear what was going on throughout the entire film.

Films, in my opinion, you always need to take a pinch of salt, as the films direction can be swayed by the political views of the directors. However, it is a very insightful movie for those who want to learn this period of history without needed to read into it.

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Me

Why can’t you imagine a world like that?

So in the last post, I wrote a post all about the Film the Favourite. Today I write a post all about the woman of the moment Ariana Grande. Now, the real tea here is that she is working her butt of right now! In one year she has released two albums, released countless singles and is teasing another album, like what! I thought I was a work a holic, but she puts me to shame!

So, I am not going to be basic and review Thank u Next, or 7 Rings, but the one that kind of got skimmed over in my opinion. Her song Imagine, for me, is her best so far. Ignore the whistle notes, I actually don’t like them in this song, but the whole production, the lyrics, the sound, it’s so different yet sounds still very Ariana.

So lets see the lyrics and break this song apart.

Step up the two of us, nobody knows us
Get in the car like, “Skrrt”
Staying up all night, order me pad thai
Then we gon’ sleep ’til noon
Me with no makeup, you in the bathtub
Bubbles and bubbly, ooh
This is a pleasure, feel like we never act this regular


[Pre-Chorus]
Click, click, click and post
Drip-drip-dripped in gold
Quick, quick, quick, let’s go
Kiss me and take off your clothes

[Chorus]
Imagine a world like that
Imagine a world like that
We go like up ’til I’m ‘sleep on your chest
Love how my face fits so good in your neck
Why can’t you imagine a world like that?
Imagine a world

[Verse 2]
Knew you were perfect after the first kiss
Took a deep breath like, “Ooh”
Feels like forever, baby, I never thought that it would be you
Tell me your secrets, all of the creep shit
That’s how I know it’s true
Baby, direct it, name in the credits
Like the movies do

[Pre-Chorus]
Click, click, click and post
Drip-drip-dripped in gold
Quick, quick, quick, let’s go
Kiss me and take off your clothes

[Chorus]
Imagine a world like that
Imagine a world like that
We go like up ’til I’m ‘sleep on your chest
Love how my face fits so good in your neck
Why can’t you imagine a world like that?
Imagine a world

[Outro]
Can you imagine it?
Can you imagine it?
Can you imagine it?
Can you imagine it?
Can you imagine it? (Can you imagine?)
Can you imagine it? (Can you imagine?)
Can you imagine it? (Ooh)
Imagine that
Imagine it, imagine it
Imagine it, imagine it
Imagine, imagine
Imagine, imagine
Imagine, imagine

The song itself is a very intimate insight into a period of her life. She lays her soul out on the floor with this song, the lyrics being so personal. I would love to find out the meaning behind the lyric ‘why cant you imagine a world like that?’, I wonder who shes talking too with that lyric. Even asside from the lyrics, the production is so unique and genius in my eyes. It is very slicked back and simple yet has a very sophisticated drum beat in the background that holds the song together, and then her whistles being used as an instrumental pilar in the middle of the song.

Overall this song is amazing and if you have not listened to it, heres the link to the youtube video so you can educate yourself and add another Ariana banger to your Ariana collection!

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Beauty

My Morning Routine

As a follow on from my evening routine and full low down on what Lush products are my faves, I have listed a routine that I do every morning, to help keep my face and skin hydrated, clean and hopefully spot free (Tends to work….most of the time)

My routine consists of mostly skin regimes, however clothes and hair are a must so I will be brifely mentioning them too! So to kick this off what I would firstly do is wake up, sip a glass of water then head to the bathroom and fill my sink with warm water.

As stated previously, I would soak my flannel in the warm water and wipe my face, getting rid of the left over sleepy mask that I would have had throughout the night. Now this is an important step in my morning routine as if you forget this you are prone to the risk of getting spots because of the oils and the mask just picking up dirt from the outside and then that getting into your skin, not fun!

The return of hope

So in my night time routine I used this product before applying the Mask of Magnaminty, now A drop of hope comes out again, once I have washed my face with warm water to rid of the Sleepy, I apply a thick lather of the soap onto all of my face, concentrating on the parts that I find are the most problematic and oily, but still getting everywhere. Once I have finished that I leave it a minute then wash off again with warm water.

Then out comes the L’Oreal Paris Triple Active Nourish Moisturiser

Now, my face is freshly cleaned from A Drop of Hope, I have now towel dried my face and its time for the final step, Moisturiser! Now I get very scepical with Moisturisers as again my skin is a very sensitive being so some work and some dry my skin actually its really weird. Some can be really oily too and well, I do not need any more oil thank you! So this product I live by as its the only one so far that I have found gives me really flawlessly smooth and soft skin, no residue or oil and actually has a really nice smell to it which is a bonus! So after cleansing, I apply a thin layer of this to my face and voila I’m done!

So thats my morning routine but not it from me, I have more beauty related stuff cominf your way. 2019 I mean it, Im sticking to my blogging! I have neglected it to long and now I am paying it back with new content and different content, that doesn’t involve me unloading my very complicated emotions.

Until next time folks!

B xoxox

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Me

The benevolent ramblings of a heartbroken, lonely, insecure human being.

Hey guys! Its been a while since I have posted on here, and I promise I will keep some regular schedule at some point but the very nature of my business which is taking so much time lately, and juggling that with the third and final year of my degree is taking its toll on me. 

So since I last posted on here, a lot has happened. My business has been taking on stride after stride, and its been going so well! I have signed some new clients and have finally finished with tweaking my logo and branding image. It’s all finished and shiny and new and I cannot wait to keep growing it and making it into a more self sustainable business.

I started my final year! Yup almost done I cannot wait. I started dreading the end however I have come to just excitement. I can’t wait to finish and really start crafting my career, I still feel I am in a protected bubble and as much as this bubble is comfy and nice, I want to be challenged. I want to craft my career and stop future planning. Well I don’t want to and can’t stop future planning but you get the idea. Actually start acting out what I planned from the first day of university, and strive towards my goal of running my business full time. 

So that’s the good bits and they are really good bits, but let’s get to the meat of this post. I am going to warn you this is an outpouring of a lot of heartbreak and mind fuzz so its going to get soppy and parts of this will probably sound like I am crying out for pity, I am not I’m simply emptying my mind. I stated from the start that this blog is simply my brains thoughts and feelings, to hopefully other people who feel the same as me can rest that they are not alone, or to simply inspire someone. Who knows, but Im waffling.

So I was dating a guy a few months ago now, he was this lovely Bulgarian guy, incredibly sweet, very easy on the eye and had a very whacky sense of humour that left me often staring at him with a very confused yet happy face. We dated for a few months and I felt like it was going really well. However some things kept coming up in small arguments that I was worried, and rightly so, would develop into bigger things. He was trying to be an influencer. Which is fine by the way! Im not attacking influencers in this very PC world we live in but my problem wasn’t that he was, it was how he was trying. Now another reason why I try and distance myself from the ‘LGBTQ’ community sometimes is this wave of highly sexualised stereotypes that we find mainly from the male side of the gay spectrum. By this I mean guys having to post photos on Instagram, wearing a jockstrap, next to a window ledge, reading Jane Austen and then captioning something cringe like ‘I love to read’. No Tyler you don’t like to read you are acting like a thirst trap and effectively selling your body for likes and ‘instafame’, which is excuse the rhyme but slightly lame. If all that matters in your life is the number of likes an image gets, and you will go to lengths like exposing yourself on instagram for it, then I feel pity. Now there’s no problem embracing your body. I wish I could, I physically don’t feel happy about my body. Everyone I know keeps telling me that I have not reason to be unhappy, but I cannot, well right now at least, have the confidence to post something like that on instagram or any public forum. However there is a stark difference between being body confident, and being a full on thot for likes. Its blatantly obvious and it really drives me away from Instagram. I used to post all the time, sometimes twice a day, now I only stick to posting quick stories, and sometimes won’t post an image for weeks. Why? This precise reason. Im fed up of seeing people selling themselves and being so shallow. This was the defining thing between me and that guy not working. Despite dumping me over text while on a trip to Bulgaria, his exact words, or somewhat what I remember where, ‘The day I lost feeling was when you begun questioning my instagram’. 

This killed me inside slightly I must admit. Like really? Instagram, you would put over anyone. He tried to compare it to him slagging off my business and me being annoyed about it. Babe, people slag off my business all the time, and have bet against it since day one, however the difference between him and me, is that I’m not shallow enough to let my business consume my being. I listen, if the criticism is justified, I adjust, if its not and its just jealousy or spite, then fine but I will just block it out and not retaliate. The fact you protest you like someone then dump them so easily just because they openly express their dislike that you basically porn yourself out on instagram. Im sure any normal human being would be a little annoyed if their other half went to potentially thousands of people, wearing basically a Jockstrap or very tight underwear, and nothing else. Call me boring, a traditionalist, whatever you want but that’s my view and if my potential partner can’t accept that, then it may sound selfish but we won’t work, and this is clear evidence of this. 

So that was the first heartbreak of this post. There was a period of a month or two of calm and my business and me sailing away into the sunset with happiness, and we are still on that boat! Its been rocked a few times but the sea is never still so turbulence is to be expected but we have survived! 

Then to add to this, friends that have been friends for many many years decide to turn on me and start saying I ruined their birthday. No darling, my life is just busy with a degree, a business, fresh from being dumped and having no money because I’m a broke struggling student. So sorry I couldn’t make it but don’t make it out like I’m the grim reaper and ruined everything, because the one thing I will not take at all is slander, unnecessary and inaccurate slander against me. Thats not cool.

Now we move onto the next heartbreak, maybe a little sooner that I should have but it came out of nowhere and I went with it. I was messaged on a certain dating platform and this may sound sad but no one usually makes the first move with me so it was refreshing. I replied and spoke for a while and we eventually met for some drinks and it was lovely. It was the only date that could stack up almost to that notorious date nearly 2 years ago on the 29th March (If you are lost, go to my 2017 posts and basically I document this reference in a series of many posts, but to save you time it was the best date of my life so far…)

We then met again a few days later to go out to see the notorious SPONGE QUEEN MONET X CHANGE! It was such a fun night, we drunk danced, and we ended up cuddling and sharing our first kiss so it was definitely a lovely lovely date. We kept meeting up, watching different movies, going out, went to see other drag queens and it was just so nice. We spoke about many dark things from both of us that I have never really spoken to anyone I have dated about. I just felt so comfortable and I feel he did too and it was just lovely. We dated, or saw each other for about a month and half and things started to once again in true Brandon fashion, go a little dark. We kept clashing one certain subjects, he thought I was not open, when he literally the only human being on the planet that has been allowed access to freely roam my phone and read my messages, so yeah… a little zonked but ok. Then once again this guy went on holiday to Ireland, and literally like that he stopped talking to me. Boom. Ghosted 2.0. Then nearly four days later he replied to my messages saying I was clingy. Darling all I wanted was a message to say you got their safely, so please comment if you feel that is clingy, then Ill take it back but in my experience that’s just common curtesy. We then bickered and bickered, until he got back and sat and talked. He then opened so much even more the before and all he said made sense, it made everything fit together. I was like wow, this guy trusts me with this information, he must be serious. So my faith was restored and all was better right? Nope, how could it be, it’s me! Life never gives Brandon a happy ending.

We spoke on the Monday, then between Thursday and Saturday, nothing. It was a little peculiar, so I messaged to see if it was something I said. He then replied and basically once again, I was dumped over text. 

I really really really hate men. What is wrong with my generation? Is it just me? Am I just doomed to be a in affect a bachelor for the rest of my life? Like really come on. 

He threw some amazing come backs at me. Im nasty, clingy, and what stabbed me in the heart strings was this line, ‘The spark wasn’t there’. The spark wasn’t there huh? So all the times we cuddled, kissed, watched Sabrina and other Netflix shows, ate food, went exploring, you cut my hair, we fell asleep together and you felt nothing. Ok. Thanks.

Another thing that got to me, is that all he ever spoke about was his ex, L****** this L****** that, all the goddamn time. Like I love learning your history but when you keep mentioning the same ex, and then disclosing how sexually active you used to be almost constantly and also trying to give a number of how many guys you have been with, It grates. 

So yeah, heartbreak number two, I would say this was the worst because of how open he was so close to when he literally dropped everything. Like why? Then he had the cheek to ask for his sweater that I borrowed back! Ok I would like all the money spent on drinks and entry fees for clubs that I paid for, Im sure it eclipses the value of the one Jumper I borrowed. He will get it back….at some point. I have no time for myself at the moment let alone trekking all the way to his to drop a jumper on his porch, because Im not paying for delivery and I’m not a postman so he isn’t getting it posted.

Anyway rant over my lovelies. So why did I write this? Mainly highlighting my biggest weakness. It isn’t even a weakness of mine as such. 

Right now, I do not need a man. I have always worked on my own and I can work on my own. Im not in need of a man to help me function, I can function perfectly fine. I have amazing friends, a business that keeps growing and the best family I could wish for.  A little dysfunctional and stressful at times but it’s my family and that will never change. However one thing I do crave, is romantic love. I just want someone, who isn’t a friend or a so called ‘Friend with benefits’, I want a boyfriend. I want that feeling, that buzz that warmth. I want to cuddle up and feel safe and warm and happy, in the arms of a guy that gets me, understands me, and is there for me, as I would be for him. Im so sick and tired of churning through boys like I’m a Middle Aged bachelor. I have started to resent dating, and have ditched dating apps because everyone on there (Apart from one) have major commitment issues. Amazing at the cuddle and ‘cuddle’, but not good with the ‘babe I want to make this relationship official’…..BOOM. Dead. 

I always have been told by my straight male friends that women are the complex gender and that understanding them is impossible. However, this is going to be controversial but its fine because I am a man, I think men are the hardest to understand. They are weird, complicated, complex, perplexing, mind warpingly annoying, often too horny to think straight most of the time (excuse the pun), and just have no idea. Well that’s the men I have dated. 

So if you are reading this, are a decent human being and are a grounded, happy, and not a very complex individual, then hit me up! However this has been a hard post of write and I am sorry its so long, like I said its a brain splurge. If you are still reading this thank you, and if you are one of those guys that caused me heartbreak, now you know how it made me feel. I promise future posts will be happier, but this needed to get off my chest even if no-one reads it. 

Agh, I all of a sudden feel a lot lighter, I want fries now. Add a large coke to that too (Not the zero sugar I want the sugary sweetness…), also maybe add a shot of vodka or two. 

Now I promised myself not to do this, but I’m going to do it. In the words of Madame Grande, 

Thank u, next.

B xoxox

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Business, Entrepreneur, Me

The Excitement Every Entrepreneur Knows

So, I wrote a post a little while ago titled the Story of Serenity, and it was the first time I reflected back and actually wrote down my reflection of how I came to be with the business I run today. It was such a life and mindset changing experience. Being able to see where I am and realise where I was, was such a different story. Also realising that it was ok to have something happen like that! As an entrepreneur I have come to realise many things and one of those things is that change and evolution come hand in hand with the role of business owner. One of the thrills of running your own business.

So lately I have been hard at work. Since May I have been on the grind refining all the work and research I have been doing for the last year and half and making sense of it. Also witnessing the portfolio I have generated has impressed me as it far exceeded what I intended to generate in the time period I allocated for the task.

My last goal for this summer was a new launch and huge new marketing push for September, and well, its September and I think its time. I have changed a lot of things, at the same time not changing much. My business values are still the same, maybe a little stronger, my drive is the same, again maybe a little stronger, and my determination ever growing.

I am about to release a brand new site for my business. Now you may say, Brandon you are a web designer and launch new sites all the time what’s different about this one? Why is this one so exciting? Well this one symbolises a milestone for my business. Over the summer I secured my first 8 Clients. I have some more interest for the future too which makes me even more happy! This new site to me is the closest push to the end goal I have been chasing for years, launching a money making company. A company that could sustain me on its own without the need of an external job. A company that will eventually sustain others too apart from myself.

It also just looks amazing! This site is so clean and so my brand I cannot even fathom how excited I am!

The urge to just publish it now is real! However I also like this feeling of anticipation so much I would in an ideal world maybe push back the launch by a week so I can relish in it some more, but would be awful PR so I will not be doing that!

On the 1st October it will open its doors and the world will get to see what I have been working on for the summer, and I cannot bloody wait!

This feeling is exactly the feeling I felt when I registered my first company, Serenity Co Software. It was a feeling of elation two years ago when I filled out the form to Companies House and got my incorporation statement back the next day saying I am now a certified PLC. I now have two companies, Serenity Co Software and a Year Later Serenity Technology Group, when I put together my 10 – 20 year vision for what I wanted for the Serenity Brand going forward, and Serenity Design is just the start!

I cannot wait to see where this company is going to take me. This company has already taken me on such an amazing journey for the last two years and for the third year, she’s ready to take over the mother tucking world henny!

So sit back, get comfortable and get ready for one hell of a ride!

#SerenityDesign

B xoxo

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