Despite University commitments, work (earning moniesss) and my very (non-existent) busy social life, I have found time to watch a few TV shows, movies and do some pleasure reading!
The 2012 BBC Two, five-part adaptation of Ford Maddox Ford’s Parade’s End is set in the final days of Edwardian England through the First World War and follows Christopher Tietjens (Benedict Cumberbatch) journey in a love triangle in a cruel marriage to socialite Sylvia (Rebecca Hall) and love affair with suffragette Valentine (Adelaide Clemens).
Christopher Tietjen’s a Tory civil servant who works for the Department of Imperial Statistics struggles to battle not only in the Great War but to accept the evolution of society and leave traditions behind moving into modernity. Cumberbatch displays a compassionate endearing man who is secure within his own monogamous values and divorced from the unravelling changes in society. There is a strange comical-irony between husband and wife, as Tietjen’s wife Sylvia is known for her adulterous ways. However with his wife loitering around society, running away with any man who will take her just to get a kick out of her husband Tietjen’s morals are broken down over time and he soon falls for a beautiful young suffragette – Valentine Wannop.
Tietjen’s nobility is difficult to digest and watch and can be perceived as a self-inflicted torture. His high-strung morals deny him happiness and Benedict’s portrayal of a man who exercises inhumane patience and self-control to the constant rumours about his love life, his loyalty to his wife and supposed affairs is sensational. He is poised but compelling and captures the audiences greatest sympathy. In the series finale, we see Tietjen’s take command and bravely unites with his comrades under fire.
Aside from Romance, the Edwardian class structure is very influential and is clearly demonstrated among the characters within the mini- series. McMaster’s and Christopher Tietjen’s once great friends are all but strangers by Tietjen’s return from War, their divide is eloquently demonstrated on-screen as Tientjen’s and McMaster’s acknowledge each other standing in their own homes behind glass now different men. McMaster’s achievement of a status that Christopher Tietjen’s was born into and Tietjen’s achieving comradery and finding true happiness in a loving relationship with Miss. Valentine demonstrate the reversal of roles between the two men. However despite McMaster’s status Tietjen’s contentment is organic, pure, long-awaited and rich in ways McMaster’s new wealth and status can’t provide.
The raw emotions raised during the finale of the mini-series upon conclusion leaves a sense of wonderment, of travelling through a long-lost journey. Parade’s End portrays a journey of friendship and love through tribulation and hardships set in a society that is being changed by inside out by consumerism and modernity.
Someone stack up on the Kleenex tissues because after watching only this two and a half-minute trailer i’m emotional! I really hope the movie doesn’t disappoint me because I’ve got very high hopes. *doesahappydance* Starring Shailene Woodley and Ansel Elgort, the film is an adaptation of John Green’s The Fault in our Stars novel.
*If you haven’t read John Green’s YA novel The Fault in our Stars, we can’t be friends. Read my review on the novel.
I am well aware that it is currently the 9th January 2014 (even if I did write down it was the 10th on my exam paper this morning) …I’m escalating. But HELLO. I am back, not that I was gone but I am more here than wherever I was before. Did anyone ever mention final year of University feels like a prolonged labour? …okay maybe not that bad but still.
Where the hell did 2013 go? I don’t even remember anything happening in 2013, the last thing I remember (slight exaggeration) is the Olympics which I am aware was in 2012 (so keep your smarty pants comments in your pants thankyouverymuchkindly) or in the comments section below! …shameless plug, sorry its the blogger in me.
I dislike resolutions, maybe because I’m ever the optimist whilst thinking of them and then I never stick to them! I commit to them with false intentions or cheat: e.g. decide that eating for a small village in Pakistan during exam times is permissible ’cause I’m stressed so the ‘to be healthier’ resolution crumbles (see what I did there?!).
However I have decided to be somewhat of a realist this year. 2014. A mature adult about these resolutions. It’s my year 2014. 2+0+1+4=7. 7 is my favourite number so OBVS it’s going to be my year (I can hear you judging me – don’t be jel you ain’t fabulous *rolls eyes*).
1. Read more Young Adult Fiction novels.
2. Write, blog and sleep at regular times or regularly.
3. Develop myself further. This year is going to be a selfish year, MEMEME (inthehumblestmanner).
4. Volunteer more. I just miss helping others.
So there you have it! Has anybody else decided what their goals will be? I haven’t really been adventurous with my resolutions but I’ve left them open to interpretation! Lets hope this year of 2014 2+0+1+4=7 really does bring me much of what I want. I’ll certainly give the lemon a good squeeze (my brain just thought that by itself - I don’t even know *shakes head*).
Let me know what your weird, wonderful resolutions are for 2014? Or if you aren’t going to bother at all (lazy git haha).
Consumed by an unadulterated fear, sickness coursed through her, knotting into her DNA. Terror gripped her so intensely her insides cocooned. Her body, a rupture of implicit silences like a violent storm crashing against the seafloor creating a chasm. The pink fist like organ in her chest, slaughtered and war-torn. Leaky eyes and choked lungs; bones becoming wood, the itchy air igniting flames from within. Black ice infecting the warm liquid that streamed through her veins, no thump thump thump left in her heart.
Gasping for air as she runs from the overpowering storm, rain drops pound against her skin. The water washes everything away, she’s consumed by a foreign, unrecognisable selfishness. Her lungs on fire aching for air, legs burning as the muscles clench she staggers.
Raindrops like leeches pulls at the memories from her mind.
‘You can’t keep coming and going’ she screamed,
‘If you want to leave just go and if you want to stay just stay.’
Her overexerted body aching, heart threatening to spill out of her heaving chest. The air in her lungs unable to catch up like there wasn’t enough oxygen in the atmosphere.
No comforting hands, just a throbbing heart and raging pulse, her fingers sinking and clawing further into the soggy patch of field.
She closes her eyes unwillingly flashing to the events from earlier today that play like a movie in her disoriented mind.
‘It wasn’t my fault, I didn’t do anything wrong…
I followed all the rules, I never got in trouble, I never cried for anything extra, I listened when you were sad… I’m a nice person, why isn’t that enough?
why am I always left behind?
I told you things – things I never knew how to say aloud – never been said…’
The clatter of thunder bringing her tumbling into the present. Scrunching her eyes up once again, she desperately rubs them. The little energy floating away from her, making her body listless.