Rambles about the wonderful world of wrestling.
Times they are a-changin’. Old Bob probably wasn’t reflecting on the shifting tides of the wrestling industry, but it seems a pertinent song in 2019’s world of graps. In the last few months, there hasn’t been so much a shake-up as someone’s punted the whole thing across a car park just to see what would happen. Why a car park? Fuck knows, to be honest.
Continue reading “AEW: The Joy Of Choice”The first time I heard the stomp of ‘Paradise City’ was the moment I thought this rock and roll stuff might be for me. It was a long walk round to cementing that opinion, with a little detour through emo, but it turned out to be a good assumption and the rest of my life was shaped. Yet, for the last few years, I have not given a shit about Guns ‘N’ Roses. I have no time for Axl’s crap and while I still listen to the music, Chinese Democracy being the obvious exception because who can be arsed, the idea of them as a live entity held nothing for me. Because again, who can be arsed?
There are plenty of films out there that just do the bare minimum. That doesn’t necessarily mean they are bad, but they play to an audience that they know exists and whether they are good or not, there is a decent chance they will find that audience. However, every now and then a film comes along that tries something a bit different and is full of big ideas. Quite often these films don’t quite work and something is a bit off about them. However, should these films not be celebrated over even the better of the safe films? Movies that go for broke and don’t quite make it are surely more exciting than movies that play be all the rules?
