I fucking hate dieting and I fucking hate to exercise, so basically I'm proper fucked! But when the scales shout out 'one at a time please' when you climb onto them, well what choice do you have?
I have this quite realistic weight range that I like to stay in, it is not in any way erring on the side of skinny, I gave up on skinny years ago when I discovered whiskey and dark chocolate. As I said, my 'happy times' weight is at the higher end of the healthy weight range for my height, but I have made my peace with that. I was 10 kilos lighter before I got married and pushed out a couple of pups, but whatever, as I said - I've made my peace with that - I was skinny 25 years ago, I'm not a teenager anymore, it happens.
Naturally however, I was not happy when the scales breached my "I've made my peace with it" weight limit. I have maintained my weight within those somewhat safe parameters for years now, not happy to see that I am about 5 kilos over my happy place about now. Also extremely unhappy at the prospect of less whiskey and chocolate for the next few months, especially during the darkest days of Winter and the impending school holidays, which God knows is a time of drinking until all hours and busting out the chocolate at 2am in the middle of a movie marathon. How ever will I make this work? Curses on you cigarettes, I have kicked you and yet I still feel your evil influence in my life, mainly around my gut and my thighs if I am being really honest.
I'd be lying if I said that this wasn't terribly inconvenient for me right now, but as I said what choice do I have? We all know what happens when you breach your healthy weight range, you go into the very scary land of the over weight range, and that I am not willing to do. My family has a long history of weight related illnesses and deaths, I can't afford to pork out any further than I already have, it's fruit and crackers for me for a spell, but I'm doing it with a pissed off look on my face the whole time, I can promise you that!
Release Date: 1983
Rating: R 18+
Running Time: 170 mins
Directed by Brian De Palma and written by Oliver Stone, this ultra-violent American crime drama tells the story of a Cuban refugee named Tony Montana, who arrives in Miami during the 1980's with nothing to his name and rises to become a powerful drug kingpin.
Upon it's release, the critics slammed Scarface, describing it as an 'empty and overblown B grade movie,' it has since gone onto become a huge cult classic, gracing many must see movie lists and proving that it was well ahead of its time.
This is a role that Al Pacino was meant to play, and he just shines as the evil and narcissistic power-monger Montana, giving clout and credibility to the overall impact of the film. Michelle Pfeiffer is also very good as Montana's love interest and trophy wife, flexing her acting ability and looking believably bored throughout.
I actually really enjoyed this film with all of its seedy interludes and ridiculously violent behaviours. If you are going to watch a De Palma film like Scarface, that is about a ruthless drug dealer and that also has a very clear R rating, then I think that you are prepared to see thug-life behaviour. In the end, I wasn't shocked by the violence, but more revolted by the bleak and mostly unhappy portrayal of the life of an insane drug kingpin.
FINAL SAY: Say hello to my little friend!
4 Chili Peppers