Sunday, 14 September 2025

Framed to Perfection XXIV


MONTY PYTHON AND THE HOLY GRAIL (1975)

Director: Terry Gilliam, Terry Jones

Cinematographer: Terry Bedford


So many Terrys, so little time.


I’m feeling rather fed-up of everything this morning, probably because of… well… everything. So, as is usual during desperate times like this, I reach out to a higher power. Yes, I dig out my Monty Python collection.


I’m more of a Life of Brian person myself, but I like to reserve that one for drinking sessions. It’s one of my “drunk movies”, of which I have an alarming amount set aside. There’s even a little basket for them next to my armchair. Pretty tragic, huh?


Anyway, the subversive class politics, mixed with absurdist humour, is always a pleasant antidote to the grimness of life. Even if you don’t literally have shit all over you. I’m pretty sure living on this council estate counts as being covered in shit.


Who knows how the two Terrys split their directing partnership, but I’m gonna go ahead and assume Gilliam did the beauty shots, such as the one above. I must get back into watching and reviewing his recent filmography, but who honestly has the time?


Oh yeah, that’s right, I do.


Hopefully this will get me out of my little emotional slump and inspired to do something constructive. Or maybe I’ll just get drunk and post passionate articles about Keith Floyd. Then delete them once I’ve sobered up. Then have a cry about everything again.


Good times.


Do stay in touch, darlings.


Run away!

Friday, 12 September 2025

JIM VS. GAMERA! - The Showa Era - Part Two

At bloody last!


Life has a nasty way of getting in the way of my sitting around experiencing nerd stuff, no more so than in the last couple of months. How dare it! I expressly told the world outside: “I’m done with being an active member of society, so just leave me alone and let me watch vintage Japanese monster movies in peace!”. Simple enough instructions, huh?


Or so you’d think!


While nothing that alarming has befallen me, as yet, my body and brain has conspired to distract me from my true calling in life: reviewing the Gamera series of kaiju invasion epics. Well, I seem to now be having something of a slight reprieve from all the drama, therefore here I sit, at 4 am in my disgusting man-cave, firing up the Showa Era boxset of giant, flying, spinning turtle movies.


Just as nature intended.


GAMERA VS. GYAOS (1967)


Opening with a conference and a work dispute, respectively, things initially don’t look good. If it weren’t for the inclusion of a genuinely-impressive model volcano eruption and Gamera’s heroic intervention, your average viewer would probably give up early doors. The filmmaking in Gyaos is very stark, almost like an industrial training video. The warm, golden glow of Barugon has been replaced with a very washed-out palette. I’m fine with this, as at least it’s something different. Western films from that era tend to date themselves very quickly, whereas Gyaos could have been released last week and you’d struggle to notice. These films are timeless. Soon after the opening, we get a scene that wouldn’t fly in this day an age: a young boy ventures with a strange man into a dark cave. I guess it was the 60s. At least the tubbywubby brat probably wouldn’t interest even the most dedicated offender. Too much? Just a bit of dark humour, folks, settle down. The original Japanese voice of this kid is like fingers down a blackboard though, so I wish he had gotten permanently lost in said cave. It’s also implied that he has a psychic connection to an extra terrestrial turtle, which can now be treated with antipsychotic medication. I’m still not sure what the point of the whole construction site strike subplot is, except to have the titular monsters wrecking a model set that didn’t involve civilian casualties. Meh. Not very exciting, that. At least flat-top Gyaos has a more memorable look to it, as I wouldn’t be able to pick Barugon out of a lineup. Ha! Can you imagine?! Gamera’s close-ups aren’t very flattering, with it often looking like a paper mache sculpture a schoolchild made in class. While being rushed. After not sleeping properly. Drunk. Gyaos’ attacks on the adorable model vehicles are impressive though, with my exclaiming: “Wow! How cool!” quite regularly. CGI remakes of these moments would look better, sure, but they would leave me cold. Saying that, the bit where the scientists try to spin Gyaos to death is an unintentional laugh-out-loud moment. At least they never stop trying rational approaches to their giant monster problem, not once resorting to grovelling on their knees to an invisible space wizard who isn’t there. You know, like what happens in The Exorcist. In general, the model sequences are lit beautifully, clashing with the John Carpenter-flatness of the human elements. I’m guessing these were filmed by a different unit. I can’t imagine why they wouldn’t be. The ultimate themes of the movie, based on my watching it without using the English dub or subtitles, seem to be about finding a humane solution to your kaiju problems and enjoying what really matters in life. If I’m wrong, then hey-ho. I’m comfortable with my wilful ignorance. While little to no artistry is present in Gamera vs. Gyaos, it certainly is a solid entry into this and any series. I wouldn’t mind a Gamera vs. Sex and the City, wouldn’t you?! Although I suppose there are quite a few terrifying monsters in that show already.


GAMERA VS. VIRAS (1968)


Golly, I had three choices with this one: original cut, director’s cut, extended US cut! I went with the middle option as, well, I don’t really know why. Perhaps because of some loyalty to the spirit of the artistic ego. Who knows. If I chose poorly, as some grail-guarding knights would put it, then do let me know. Anyway, from beneath the waves to outer space, this one has it all! I like that nobody on Earth, or above, is surprised to see Gamera anymore. In fact, the giant, flying, spinning turtle is now a rather playful creature, complete with its own chirpy theme song. Aww. The size of Gamera seems to bounce around considerably too, which will only annoy those bothered by continuity errors and/or without the ability to suspend their disbelief. Poor souls. Early on, we are subjected to a 10-minute recap of the first three films, presumably to pad the runtime out, which did not bode well. I was actually concerned these moments would be the rest of the movie, and my writing this post scene-by-scene, rather than waiting until the very end like usual, would be embarrassingly revealed! But, fortunately, things eventually move on from this laborious clip show. I try not to make a habit of including a plot synopsis in my reviews, as nowadays they’re easy enough to look up for yourselves, but I’ll give it a go just this once: two mischievous boy scouts go for a joyride in an experimental submersible, then Viras shows up and fights Gamera. Did I get it right? The twist, if you can call it that, this time is that the main threat is actually from an alien spacecraft, which kidnaps the two boys for reasons I forgot to care about. I appreciated the weird design of the spacecraft actually, which is basically six stripy beach balls with nipples on them stuck to a coat hanger. It’s unique, I’ll give it that! I’m gonna go ahead and assume the ship is from Gamera’s home planet out for revenge, or maybe it’s piloted by interplanetary game hunters with a very big trophy wall to hang Gamera’s shell on. Again, I find guessing half the fun. Actually, a few scenes later, I’m leaning more towards the extra terrestrials being Gamera’s original handlers, who have come to retrain Gamera back to his/her/nonconformist first film destructive ways. Yeah, that makes a bit more “sense”. Needless to say, the boy scouts foil the aliens’ plot and escape the spacecraft by undertaking a Krypton Factor puzzle, all with 10-minutes to spare so that Viras can finally show up and have a climactic punch-up with Gamera. I was legitimately thrilled by this last minute fight, paying proper attention to one of these sequences for the first time in four movies. Hopefully it has gained much-deserved geek-cred over the years. There’s a little more artistry in Gamera vs. Viras, with the goings on being so potty that I just couldn’t look away. Certainly a fun alternative to the previous film’s sober disposition.


Well, that’s enough disaster porn for one post. I hope you’ve enjoyed this, as I’m enjoying watching these movies. They have their problems, sure, but they’re so good-natured that you’d have to be a pretty dour human being not to be enchanted by their silliness.


After my initial indecision over the matter, there clearly will now be four of these posts, which I’m fine with. Oh and I also need to continue going through the Hesei series as well, but I’ll do that as and when I can be arsed.


That’s the spirit, huh?


Do stay in touch, darlings.


Toodles!



Jim on Food: Tuna & Soya Bean Salad


INGREDIENTS (in order of appearance):


Baby Spinach Leaves

Soya Beans

Celery

Green Pepper

Radish

Tuna

Powdered Spices: Black Pepper

Herbs: Basil, Parsley

Olive Oil

Greek Yoghurt


Result: Positive


Basically a slightly-adjusted version of the tuna & beetroot salads I used to live on back when I was an anorexic office worker in my 20s. There isn’t much I’m adding to meals for my new diabetes-motivated diet, it’s more just taking things out and shifting a few ingredients around.


I’m actually getting used to this whole new mindset, so my stress levels about it all seem to be decreasing.


I never used to add yoghurt to my salads, but I wish I could go back in time and instruct myself to. It works really well! The first time I tried it recently I only plopped on a bit, just in case it was a disaster. Now I keep adding more and more. The small amount you see in the picture above is just for appearances.


I hope you appreciate the amount of time I spend on presentation!


So, yes, that’s that. I nice crunchy lunch with a relatively low carbohydrate count. I hope. This one will be a regular, for definite. In fact, this was my second.


I’m halfway through my next Gamera post, so y’all have got that to look forward to. It’s just nice to be getting back on track with my lack of a social life.


Do stay in touch, darlings.


Toodles!

Thursday, 11 September 2025

Framed to Perfection XXIII


KOZURE OKAMI JIGOKU E IKUZOL! DAIGORO (1974)

Director: Chikashi Makiura

Cinematographer: Yoshiyuki Kuroda


A little lantern. A little boy. A little quiet before a big storm.


You’d think the boy’s paranoid father would know by now not to rent seemingly-peaceful rooms surrounded by flimsy doors and walls, but I guess these films would be much shorter and less exciting if he didn’t.


I like the angular simplicity of this shot, and the way the two short objects are positioned together. It’s also a nice reminder of how, before a certain time, all a child needed for entertainment was a burning candle. I remember sitting by the hearth when I was a kid watching the flames dance, giving the wood a little poke now and then to make them angry. I also needed television and books and extravagant science fiction movies, mind you, but the family fireplace was still mildly diverting.


My sleep pattern is upturned at the moment, so I’m getting up around 8 pm. This means existing in darkness is kinda my thing right now. I don’t miss the sound of neighbours prattling on about bollocks (I’m one to talk!), but I do miss a bit of daylight. I’m sure I’ll get it sorted out eventually.


Anyway, this is just a quick one to break up the isolation of being a lonely night owl.


Do stay in touch, darlings.


Toodles!

Wednesday, 10 September 2025

Jim on Food: Brazilian Tikka Masala w/ Crumbled Cauliflower


INGREDIENTS (in order of appearance):


Olive & Sesame Oil

Crackling Whole Spices: Black Peppercorn, Cumin Seeds, Cardamom Pods, Fenugreek Seeds, Star Anise

Brazil Nuts

Pecans

Celery

Asparagus

Habanero/Scotch Bonnet Chilli

Green Pepper

Kiwi Fruit

Mushrooms

Courgette

Kale

Fish Sauce

Herbs: Mint

Powdered Spices: Chilli, Paprika, Garam Masala, Curry, Coriander

Water

Chopped Tomatoes

Greek Yoghurt


Result: Positive


Yes, your eyes do deceive you! That is not carbohydrate-oozing rice circulating the dish, but nutritious crumbled cauliflower!


The idea came to me in a dream.


It’s just lucky that I happen to like vegetables anyway, especially cauliflower, so I’ve discovered replacing my beloved rice with my beloved cauliflower is a “fun” (none of this is really any fun for me) and effective means of tricking my brain into thinking this nightmare hasn’t happened to my life.


As explained previously, I’ve reluctantly started a low-carb diet due to my not-improving Type 2 Diabetes. My doctor was very clear: cut out carbs or start injecting yourself with insulin. And that was that. I suppose there was a silent third option, which is to do nothing and lose a foot, but we didn’t hop down that road.


I hit a wall with this new diet a couple of days ago, when I felt I’d rather starve to death than eat another stick of celery, but I’m plowing on now. I’ve found a few more acceptable ingredients to bring into the kitchen, so I’ll be experimenting with those soon enough.


Greek Yoghurt has saved my sanity, as per usual. I used to eat it plain as a snack anyway, so buying in pots of the stuff and adding it to curries and mixing it with tuna chunks as a snack has broadened my menu a tad.


I believe “tikka masala” was an invention of the Imperialist British, who simply stole India for awhile. Tikka masala is not meant as the base of an entree, but as a marinade for a meat sharing starter. Or something. But, being a stubborn sort, us villainous Brits said: “Hey, this is nice, we think we’ll keep the recipe and have it as a main with rice on a Saturday night after being in the pub all evening!”.


And history was made.


A naughty treat to some, a national dish to others, and completely baffling to actual Indians, this is my pale imitation regardless. It’s basically just one of my normal curries but with yoghurt mixed in at the very end as I waited for the rice… erm… cauliflower to boil. I’m also going back and forth over whether to cut out meat entirely, so this was a test to see how I coped with just nuts as a protein.


The cauliflower and duel-nut replacements worked nicely (pecans smell amazing when they’re frying!), with the former being probably more authentic than a rice side dish. I’m now getting used to halving a whole cauliflower and finely grating off small florets with a knife, as new ways of working do take time to perfect. They are bloody messy things!


A delicious, sour dish overall, which soothed my emotional pain and spiced up my heart!


Let me know how you get on if you try out this combination!


Do stay in touch, darlings.


Toodles!

Tuesday, 9 September 2025

Framed to Perfection XXII


KOZURE OKAMI JIGOKU E IKUZOL! DAIGORO (1974)

Director: Chikashi Makiura

Cinematographer: Yoshiyuki Kuroda


It’s taken me so long to, once again, sit down to the final film in the Lone Wolf and Cub series because, well, I plain forgot about it. Oh well, worse things happen at sea! So, here we are, the best-looking instalment of the six films, mainly thanks to the makeup person discovering a way of not making all the actors look quite so sweaty.


I’m trying to get back into some “proper” cultural analysis and reviewing, after a difficult week of having to change my eating habits. My mind has been utterly consumed by carbohydrate counts and frying, boiling, and roasting vegetables.


If I see one more courgette, I swear I’m going to scream.


Going back in time to Feudal Japan, with swords slashing and daggers flying, seemed like a good reintroduction. I do enjoy period films, as I find them nice and cosy. You know, despite all the brutality. I guess no period in human history has been devoid of bloodshed. It just seems to be what we do. There’s even a theory that we consciously wiped out our Neanderthal cousins.


Sigh.


Anyway, the above shot stood out to me, as it showcases Daigoro’s patented sensitivity towards women once again. And his father’s sociopathic detachment regarding death. I suppose that’s a marketable skill if you’re a royal executioner by trade.


I also like how defeated assassin Kaori, sharing a name with Akira (1988)’s most horribly-mistreated character in cinema history, is partially obscured by a veil of reeds. This allows her a modicum of extra dignity, as Daigoro respectfully places a covering over her fallen head.


He does have a way with the ladies.


I’ll hopefully find more shots from this film to post as slowly go along, although I’m having to get back into the swing of talking about something other than what I’m shoving into my handsome face.


I miss rice and bread so much.


The Blake’s 7 boxset has just arrived, a cult sci-fi show I’ve bizarrely never-ever seen, so fingers crossed I’ll have a “first impressions” post for you soon enough. I’ve known of Blake’s 7’s existence since I was little, but have somehow always missed repeats of it on telly. If they have ever shown it since its original run, that is, which I suspect they have not.


Do stay in touch, darlings.


Toodles!