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Eee Gad! Motion Picture Accolade Snubs!

Giles Brody was able to get his old employer to talk candidly about the recent Oscar nominations and who he felt had been snubbed.

When I was awoken on Wednesday last to the news of the Nobel Awards For Success In Motion Pictures and realised I knew not one jot of information about any of the contenders I decided to up my morphine dosage and watch as many films from the previous year (is it 2011 already?) to give you lot a damn good talking to about quality and the Nobel committees overwillingness to disregard it.

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The Book Of Eli

A riveting film about a man who simply can’t bare to part with a good book. The film poses many a question, the most mystifying of which is the identity of this elusive wordmsith Eli? Who is his publisher? And where I might buy a copy whose pages I can fondle carelessly from a deck chair underneath the showers of the local bathing pool? “Clinged film” is my trick to keeping my parchment from becoming over parched and just another wonderful way in which the filmed entertainment industry has enhanced my life for its considerable betterment.

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GUESS THE FILM TITLE

Giles Brody combines four of his loves – guessing games, film trivia, copying images AND pasting images – to bring you this incredibly important post.

Giles Brody is a comedy fellow. He is writing/directing the web series “Student Teacher” for RTE. Like the Facebook page to get notified of the first episode.

Rarely Heard Expressions

This morning Giles Brody brings us a new installment of ”Rarely Heard Expressions”.


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Potential Oscar hosts, 1994

Following controversy concerning his general repulsiveness, Tower Heist director Brett Ratner has bowed out as this years Oscars producer, taking with him much hyped host Eddie Murphy with him. Giles Brody unearths communications between Oscar big wigs from 1994 to give us an insight into this fascinating process.

Max, darling, how are you?

I drew the short straw this year so I’m head of this years selection committee. I want you to be my chief host hound so sniff me out somebody hip. I’ve included my top two choices but beyond that I trust your judgement. You’re my number one on this so before you do anything, send yourself a basket.

Love to Louise and the kids.

Kisses,

Ingrid

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An elder statesman reviews 500 Days Of Summer, part 2

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Giles Brody wanted compensation for his earlier dictation of my review, an idea I balked out, and immediately sent him on his way. What follows are my own notes, jotted down by quill before being painstakingly committed to a printing press for the benefit of the ages.

When last I made entry, I had to pause the machine as there was an urchin selling “lines” at the door. I bid him take his leave immediately and that the only lines he was likely to receive from me would be red lines on the back of his legs from the cane marks I was moments away from engraving on his common flesh. The whole wretched exchange left me so perturbed that I did not watch the remainder of the film until one year later whilst on the train. I viewed the entertainment on  my grandsons portable wonder box whilst under a cloak I had over my head to blot out the blasted sun.        Continue reading

500 Days Of Summer, as reviewed by an elder statesman

As dictated to Giles Brody by his occasional employer.

In the hopes of wooing a certain young lady in my local shop I decided to join their DVD club.

No sooner had I replaced the 35 mm projector in my screening room with a VHS playing device that I was informed that I would have to replace the blasted thing with a D-Vid which plays film with CD Roms. Now according to the young man who served me at the Her Majesty’s Vinyl D-Vid CD Roms Division, I’ll soon have to update to Blue Tube. The lengths I have gone for this woman have already exceeded the accumulative efforts I put into my previous four marriages. I’ve never cared for the dratted medium of the blabber bores, my interest in them was severely curtailed by the death of the beautiful Greta Gribbles, a bit player in the bawdy “Wait, Some Scoundrel Has Interfered With The Sash Covering The Ladies Dressing Room Door” series of my youth.

Greta Gribles, ninth in the front row, lighting up the screen

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‘The Murder Room’ by Maeve Binchy

Giles Brody provides us with a sneak peek from Maeve Binchy’s spooky new novel, which fuses pastoral romance with recent American horror trends.

THE MURDER ROOM

by Maeve Binchy

Chapter 3

“How do you do Miss Ivers”, enquired Jack, the gallant shopkeepers son and fisherman. ”Would you get away out of that”, I said, affecting disdain but Jack saw right through me. He spotted the glint in my eye and countered it with his roguish smile.

The dazzle of his white teeth could brighten any room, even the windowless dungeon he’d locked me up in. That was my Jack through and through. If his goal was to make me fall for him, he needn’t have gone to all this trouble. He wasn’t like the other boys. Jack cared little for love, his interests lay in the field of the extremities of human pain, but his gorgeousfulness was without comparison. 

The first time he sat in front of me on the rose coloured bus and saw the back of his neck, I decided very quickly that it was the most attractive neck I ever did see. I spent the rest of the journey wondering if the rest of him could match up or was his choice of seat a tactical move, putting his best foot forward or neck in this particular instance.  It was silly little neck but that made me love it all the more, draped underneath his hair like a flannel made of ham.                                                           Continue reading