A journey of friendship, love, grief and forgiveness.
I am one of those people who is extremely affected by and drawn to colour. Yet I think I’ve only become aware of this recently through exploring my own creative practice and reflecting on how I experience art.
A decent spy thriller set against the backdrop of Japanese occupied Korea in the 1920s. At times I found it a little difficult to follow the intricacies of the plot, I think as a result of my own lack of knowledge about the time and context in which it was set.
This is a piece of theatre. You could be forgiven for thinking you were watching a National Theatre Live screening. It’s probably a result of the relatively fixed staging – I can only recall a couple of scenes that weren’t either in the house or the yard.
Since The Passion of the Christ I have come to expect to be challenged by films directed by Mel Gibson. The first half of Hacksaw Ridge lulled me into a false sense of security. We see Desmond Doss tackling the challenges of a childhood with a drunk for a dad, growing into an upstanding member of the community and falling in love. It was hard not to get swept away in the romance of it but I knew war was coming.
January is a hard month. Coming straight after the fun and frolics of Christmas, it’s dark and cold. And oh so long. This year with despots and appeasers in power January seemed at its darkest, and there’s no sign the lights will be switched back on anytime soon. It seems therefore even more important to take note of the small, everyday things that keep us going.