“Once upon a time
Not so long ago
There was a hedgehog
Whose name, was Brian…”
It was 3 in the morning and I was watching A Fantastic Fear of Everything starred with Simon Pegg yesterday. It is a movie about a children’s literature writer named Jack who decidedly shifts his focus on writing a thriller fiction about serial killers. The more he was deluged with stories of notorious serial killers of the Victorian Britain, the more he gets himself wrecked with the syndromes of pathological paranoia. However it also appears as a crucial moment and an opportune time to face his another phobia of going to a launderette after he is informed to have an appointment with Harvey Humphries, the head of script of the BBC, to talk about the little whim of publishing a stories of “Decades of Death”.
It is an eccentric and wittily funny movie which I don’t often come across with, suffice to say that it never is put on cinemas in Hong Kong. Not only it has some laugh-out-loud moments but by chance; It is the fateful night of a perfect timing to watch this gem when my interests peak on knowing more about Victorian crimes and on reading some Newgate novels! Hendon Orge. Hawley Harvey Crippen. It also deals with the irrational fear and the subconscious shadow of the inner self which exists in every one of us.
Apart from that, from another interesting perspective, There are some connotations and meanings to the lines and dialogues of the movie itself with the child’s story composed by Jack (and mentioning Paddington Bear as well. Clever trick!).
Overall, I have gained some impressive scalps by watching this movie! (Despite of the prejudiced eyes my family showed to me while I was watching it)
Talking of crimes and media and TV and movie and stuff, I now indulged myself in the first season of Ripper Street. It’s just fun and gripping by the way.