It’s been a while since I’ve written anything. I’d like to say I’ve been busy but in truth I’ve just slipped back into my old ways of not being super productive. It is what it is I suppose. Writing about the importance of writing is such a lame idea.

I watched Shallow Grave for the second time this week. I watched it years ago and I could remember the vibe and the rough idea of what the story was but almost none of the details. It’s Danny Boyle’s first film. It’s early Ewan McGregor and Christopher Eccleston. It has Kerry Fox who I don’t think I’ve seen in anything else. It’s very 90s Yuppie in it’s style. The main trio of flatmates are excellent but horrible. They remind me of the worst kinds of bullies in school. People who would be relentlessly mean and think that anyone who took it personally were the problem. People who were artsy and cultured and liberal but also cruel and classist and snobby. And Shallow Grave does that really well. The early scenes where they interview potential flatmates is absurd but very real. Ewan McGregor’s Alex is a work of art and a total wanker.

The film looks cool as well. The loft is a great location that drives the story. Once Christopher Eccleston’s David goes up into the attic he really goes off the edge. The way he interacts with the location show where’s he at. He hides the money up there – he’s paranoid about what they’ve done. He cuts the holes in the ceiling – he’s paranoid about the others but he’s massively conflicted. It’s all really well done.

Great film. Good times. Cool to see where these people started out.