Mars Movie Reviews ~ I, Frankenstein



Movie Info: Set in a dystopic present where vigilant gargoyles and ferocious demons rage in a battle for ultimate power, Victor Frankenstein’s creation Adam (Aaron Eckhart) finds himself caught in the middle as both sides race to discover the secret to his immortality. From the creators of the hit supernatural saga, UNDERWORLD, comes the action thriller I, FRANKENSTEIN, written for the screen and directed by Stuart Beattie based on the graphic novel “I, Frankenstein” by Kevin Grevioux, and brought to life by a cast that includes Aaron Eckhart, Bill Nighy, Yvonne Strahovski, Miranda Otto, Jai Courtney, Socratis Otto, Mahesh Jadu, Caitlin Stasey and Aden Young as Victor Frankenstein. (c) Lionsgate

Mars Review: Over the years, Frankenstein’s monster, originally brought to vivid life in the pages of Mary Shelley’s classic horror novel “Frankenstein,” has been many things—a hulking brute, a tortured poet, a comic foil, a Marvel superhero. But in Stuart Beattie’s colorless new sci-fi mishmash, “I, Frankenstein,” the creature created by the mad scientist Victor Frankenstein is blandly recast as a biblical savior, tasked to even the playing field in an eternal struggle between hellish demons and stoic gargoyles, with Earth hanging precariously in the balance. Or something. For all of “I, Frankenstei’s wooshy visual effects, it’s hard to find much of a pulse.

Stars: 1 out of 5

Mars on Life.

Mars Movie Reviews ~ I, Frankenstein

My Positive Action for Happiness

When someone makes you the happiest you have ever been, and the saddest you have ever been, how do you choose if they should be in your life or not?

Are the lows worth the highs? Are their more highs then lows?  Why must some of the people who make our hearts thump the loudest make us cry the most?

To really be happy you need to let them go, but are you scared that if you let them go, you will never find the happiness they could bring you ever again.

Letting go of someone you love is one of the most difficult tasks in life.

To let go you need to be able to love yourself enough to do what’s best for you and to realise that if someone really loves you, they will only bring you happiness and help you through any sadness instead of causing it themselves.

Mars on Life

My Positive Action for Happiness

Always something there to remind me.

I spent most of the weekend driving around the Gold Coast and Brisbane listening to music on shuffle through my cars speakers.  A song came on and instantly my minds transported to a different place and time, high school in the year 2000.

If You’re Gone by Matchbox Twenty plays, the first time I cried over a boy.  Chris G, one of the first real high school crushes I had.  We’d been dating for around 8 months and then I messed up by kissing another boy drunkenly at a party he wasn’t able to attend.  The day we broke up, I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling listening to the radio, an announcement was made that the next song was from Matchbox Twenty’s new album.  I sobbed and sobbed into my pillow while I listened.  The song ended, I packed a disc-man into my backpack and told mum I was going to catch a but into the city to meet some friends.  I was really going to the city to visit the HMV store where Chris and I met for our first date, I purchased the new album and walked to the Brisbane Botanic Gardens where I sat leaning against a tree listening to If You’re Gone on repeat for hours in the shade.

Another song still tugging at my heart is My Happiness by Powderfinger.  I had been with Grant F. since the middle of the year 2000, I was still heartbroken from Chris G, when I met Grant F, who was 1 year older than me and in his final year of school.  After high school he joined the Australian Army and left for training January 2001.  I didn’t hear from him for many months, I began year 12 and went on with life as though he never existed. I dated other guys, went to parties and enjoyed my last year of high school.  Much later that year on my birthday in August I received a text message from an unknown number, wishing me Happy Birthday with hugs and kisses and that we should catch up soon. We text back and forth for days, this person seemed to know a lot about me.  Finally Grant F, admitted it was him messaging me and could he meet me in the city over the weekend.

When our eyes met I couldn’t believe it was him standing their, he looked so different to me.  He made his promises to never to leave me again and we continued our relationship.  The promises weren’t really his to make, the Army owned him now.  The time he spent with me was weeks or months in between. I finished year 12 and ran away from my mums home to live with him, hoping this would give us a better opportunity to see each other more.  It had an opposite effect, he went away more often with the Army with no contact, leaving me at home.  I learned to not believe the dates he provided for his return, he never came home on time, maybe a week or three later.   He’d come in and put his bags down, no explanation of his delay.  I would feel happier that he was home and in his arms again, now he would return from base each night to me.  Every time things started to feel great again, he would pack up and go.  The last time he left, he would be gone for quiet a while, he said to me ‘to find My Happiness while I am gone‘.  He knew I related his coming and goings to the lyrics, Grant caught me crying a few times humming the words over my study books for university. I suspect he knew he would come home to an empty house.  He did, I left a note with the lyrics of my happiness stapled to a love/breakup letter I had rewritten many many times over.  How could I tell someone I love so much, that I can’t do this anymore…. but I did… somehow.

Years would pass before I found a new song I could relate to a past love.  In November 2012 I heard a song in a shopping centre, using the Shazam App to identify it as Daylight by Maroon 5.  Downloading the album and adding it to iTunes I listened intensly.  There it was, the song that forever more would bring tears to my eyes about Robin leaving me for the UK in February 2012.  I begged for our last night to never end, but I can’t stop time, not even for a moment.  When the morning came he would have to go away.  Hearing the lyrics to Daylight, I lead myself to believe he might of felt the way the lyrics describes the feeling of knowing it will all be over in the morning, he would want to hold me close until it was daylight. Our last glance would soon be memory.  I’ve recently realized the way I have played our last moments together in my mind were really my feelings of the last moments we shared, I don’t believe he ever felt the same way I did about him departing.

These are three songs that have filled my heart and soul with emotions of breakup, and they will always be there to remind me of the heartache I felt for another.

Mars on Life.

Always something there to remind me.

First Light

Under my sleeping mask my eyes slowly open at 5.54am, gently pushing the mask up to my forehead my first thought was how well I slept last night.

A drug induced sleep it was, I would now spend the day drowsy, eyes flickering and squinting, but at least I slept for more than 5 hours of the night.  Many morning these last few week’s I’ve been awaking up between 2 – 4 A.M.  How nice would it be to sleep an entire night of blissful dreams.  I’ve been reading many tips about getting back to sleep, I’ve begun practicing a few. For example: Leave your bed and go do something not overly stimulating. I’ve read a good chunk of the books I own. A terrible habit of reading 3 books at once has dwindled down to one remaining book.

When the first light whispers through the kitchen window I go back up to my bed, place the sleeping mask over my eyes, and rest before a 6am alarm will announce the beginning of yet another long day awake.

I can’t remember when I last got a good nights sleep.  I’m not counting a drug induced sleep either, my body is then completely knocked around for a day or two. A good nights sleep is when you fall into bed and sleep without assistance and wake up refreshed. With out a good nights rest I’m finding my day-to-day life a little over whelming.  I’m trying to make my way through a fuzzy world each day.  I can’t concentrate, my appetite and cravings have increased, with poor decision-making skills.  When I’m exceptionally tired , it doesn’t take much to set me off.  Situations that normally would be manageable for me, are suddenly much more irritating.

Monday the 3rd of March I plan to take some tips I’ve read and implement them into my life for a better nights sleep:

  • Set a regular sleep and wake schedule of Sleep 9:00 P.M. Wake 5.00 A.M. : It is important to keep a regular bedtime and wake-time, even on the weekends when there is the temptation to sleep in.
  • Establish a regular, relaxing bedtime routine such as reading a book, enjoying a hot bath or sitting on the floor of a hot shower.
  • Create a sleep-conducive environment that is dark, quiet, comfortable and cool.  Consider using blackout curtains, eye shades, ear plugs, fans and other devices.
  • Use my bedroom only for sleep and sex to strengthen the association between bed and sleep.
  • Finish eating at least 2-3 hours before your regular bedtime.  It is best to avoid a heavy meal too close to bedtime.  Try to restrict fluids close to bedtime to prevent nighttime awakenings to go to the bathroom, though some people find milk to be soothing and a helpful part of a bedtime routine.
  • Exercise regularly. It is best to complete your workout at least a few hours before bedtime. In general, exercising regularly makes it easier to fall asleep and contributes to sounder sleep.  Finish my exercise at least 3 hours before bedtime. Late afternoon exercise is the perfect way to help you fall asleep at night.

Here’s to an improved nights sleep, and possible enlightening dreams ;-)


First Light

Comedy of errors

Murphy’s Law says, “Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.”

When everything goes wrong, do you ever just feel like its pouring rain around you in your life?

Last week on Thursday night I went to dinner with two of my close friends in Brisbane, deciding to stay the night at my mothers place instead of driving the 1 hour+ trip home to the Gold Coast.  My car happened to be running low on petrol, and I didn’t want to be stranded on the side of the road at midnight either if I ran out.

Friday morning I woke up at 3.30am, awake tossing and turning in bed until 5.30am, when the alarm sounded.  Showered, dressed and fed I left my mothers place half asleep with no time to make a coffee for the drive ahead.

Half way to work, the thought of  popping through home to grab a few things.  I might have time after work to exchange a gift at the local shopping centre.  With about 15-20 km left of my trip the fuel light started flashing at me, I have no idea how many km’s the flashing light indicates, I became a bit anxious. Arriving home, I took my overnight bag and handbag inside and left them on the bed, searched around for the items I would exchange and made a quick shopping list for milk and bread etc on my iPhone.  I left home with the bag of items, my iPhone and a set keys in my hands.

Where I park across the road from work I pass through a petrol station, pulled in and begin filling up the tank. $43 later, I reach for my wallet that normally would be sitting on the front passenger seat in my handbag, where is it?  Ohhhhh Shhhiiiitttt! I’ve left it at home on my bed. *face palm*.  I line up at the cashier, having no idea what to say to the attendant.

“Hi, I forgot my wallet…. I’ve accidentally left it at home, now do I sort this out to pay for my fuel?”.  He stared at me, “how much is your necklace worth?”.  I grabbed at my christian cross and the letter D my grandma had given me as gifts before she passed, I wear my necklace every day.

“I’m sorry, I can’t leave my necklace with you, I just can’t! I live ten minutes away I can return home and come straight back”.  He continued to stare at me for a while.

“How about your iPhone, those are worth a lot of money.”  the attendant said.

“Take it!” , handing the iPhone over the counter, “I will be right back, DON’T loose it!”.

Driving back home I wanted to hit my head against the window.  How stupid could I be? I’m so mad with myself.  How did I forget to pick up my handbag.

15 minutes later I returned to the petrol station and made my payment, receiving my phone back and thanking the attendant for being so understanding.

An awful start to a Friday.  Retelling the story to work colleagues I am starting to finally could laugh at my own expense.

Mars on life.

Comedy of errors