Saturday, March 10, 2012

Introducing: After Hours by Lucabella Cabret

   
Hey guys!!


A good friend of mine has started writing erotic fiction and yesterday, her very first book was published on Amazon/ Kindle platforms for sale!
I won't go into too much detail because I'm sure you can imagine the content but here's the blurb, cover and link to the Amazon Kindle Store. 
Support this wonderful lady's first foray into the world of erotica!


AFTER HOURS
By Lucabella Cabret
Release Date: 9th March 2012


Blurb: 


***WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT***

Jake may have thought his evening was set, working after hours at the workshop to finish his boss' project car in time for the weekend's event, but Sasha has other ideas. She has a craving that needs satisfying - one that will change Jake's plans entirely. 
Jake isn't the only one to be surprised though, as Sasha finds he isn't as alone in the workshop as she thought...

At just shy of 3,000 words, 'After Hours' is a short and incredibly sexy read that throws the reader immediately into the action. There's no long haired Lothario ready to showcase his most delicate caress, in 'After Hours', the woman takes the lead and it's all business.



You can buy it here for just $2.99!



You can also check out her website over at lucabellacabret.blogspot.com 


xo Rhonnie

Introducing: After Hours by Lucabella Cabret

   
Hey guys!!


A good friend of mine has started writing erotic fiction and yesterday, her very first book was published on Amazon/ Kindle platforms for sale!
I won't go into too much detail because I'm sure you can imagine the content but here's the blurb, cover and link to the Amazon Kindle Store. 
Support this wonderful lady's first foray into the world of erotica!


AFTER HOURS
By Lucabella Cabret
Release Date: 9th March 2012


Blurb: 


***WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT***

Jake may have thought his evening was set, working after hours at the workshop to finish his boss' project car in time for the weekend's event, but Sasha has other ideas. She has a craving that needs satisfying - one that will change Jake's plans entirely. 
Jake isn't the only one to be surprised though, as Sasha finds he isn't as alone in the workshop as she thought...

At just shy of 3,000 words, 'After Hours' is a short and incredibly sexy read that throws the reader immediately into the action. There's no long haired Lothario ready to showcase his most delicate caress, in 'After Hours', the woman takes the lead and it's all business.



You can buy it here for just $2.99!



You can also check out her website over at lucabellacabret.blogspot.com 


xo Rhonnie

Sunday, March 4, 2012

NYC: New, Young, Classic

 
Last night, I caught a performance of the NYC: New Young Classic ballet from the Royal New Zealand Ballet company. It was something I'd been looking forward to for quite some time, as it is the first real season with the new Artistic Director, Ethan Stiefel, the arrival of a few imported dancers - Gillian Murphy and Sam Shapiro and the return of Sergio Torrado (his first season with the RNZB was with Sleeping Beauty last term) as well as featuring choreography by George Balanchine, the aptly named Benjamin Millepied and Larry Keigwin.

The Foreword in the program describing Gotham (New York City), in all of its eccentricities and wonderment, the people who have walked its streets, and the energy of the city was written so eloquently by Sascha Radetsky- the immensely talented soloist in the American Ballet Theatre, writer for Newsweek, World Arts Today and Ethan Stiefel's co-star in Centre Stage. I would kill to see Sascha Radetsky in the RNZB - he's one import that would be hard to find any semblance of fault with. He's tall enough to partner Abby, he's lean enough to perform the intricate or fast paced arm/ foot movements this kind of performance requires, and he's strong enough to execute powerful lifts and sky-high jumps gracefully. (Check him out in the video below playing 'Charlie' opposite Ethan's 'Cooper').



Speaking of imports - I've been intrigued by the guest dancers the RNZB have imported to fill spots or guest for a season or two but for the most part, I've disagreed with their choices. Stella Abrera last season in Sleeping Beauty was grating and expressionless and this season's choice of Gillian Murphy was the same. I wish that Ethan would step out of his office and perform with the company because he is an incredible dancer - if you haven't seen him, check him out in the 2000 film 'Centre Stage' or in any of the numerous youtube videos of him performing.(check out the video above).

While the audience was certainly eager to see Gillian perform, it left me questioning what the big deal is. She may have won awards for her dancing and garnered the title of Prima Ballerina overseas, but seeing her in person, and against our dancers, I have to wonder if her position in the company in these lead roles is more to do with her familial connections than her skill – she is married to the new Artistic Director, Ethan Stiefel. While she certainly has the required suppleness of a ballerina, her dancing is completely devoid of soul, expressionless, emotionless and for the better part of the evening, she looked pained to be dancing rather than enjoying it. The reaction from the audience was an audible 'don't like her' from most seats around me and personally, I took her first solo to mimic that of a ballerina in a music box – beautiful, but mechanical and more importantly, forgettable. So many dancers on that stage deserved to dance in her place, especially Abigail Boyle who seemed to be relegated to minor roles with only brief solo performances.

Over the course of the evening, the highlight of the evening, Lucy Green was offered the chance to show Gillian up on numerous occasion and it begged the question of whether it is a matter of youth over experience of if Gillian's presence in the company is overrated.
Ordinarily, my preference is for classical ballet over the more modern trinities the RNZB puts out, but in this instance, the trinity is an ode to New York City, to the beauty, the passion and urgency within the city and succeeds to capture that essence in its modern interpretations. Of the three performances, 'Final Dress' was the one that I felt best captured the idea and was also the most engaging. I felt also that this should have be the final of the trinity rather than George Balanchine's 'Who Cares'?, which fell a little flat.

Now!... for the performances! The NYC: New, Young, Classic trinity was a selection of three short ballets (two x 30mins and 1 x 20mins) – 28 Variations on a Theme by Paganini (Young), Final Dress (New) and Who Cares? (Classic) and all three tied into one central theme - New York City and the energy of the Big Apple.

28 VARIATIONS ON A THEME BY PAGANINI

Choreographer: Benjamin Millepied
Repetiteurs: Amanda McKerrow and John Gardner
Music: Johannes Brahms

28 Variations on theme was created by Benjamin Millepied in 2005 for The School of American Ballet in New York and takes the YOUNG contingent of the NYC performance. With a sparse set, decorated only by a single lit chandelier, the performance hints at a ballroom, a theme present in the costuming as well with the men dressed in an updated version of 1700s mens evening fashion and the women in corseted long tutu – my favourite of the evening.
The technically demanding choreography is fast paced and difficult, featuring movements that aren't singly to themselves but rather motions that move fluidly into the next at a rapid pace without compromising on strength or position.
Lucy Green was paired with Sergio Torrado – the current poster boy for the company in a move that cements Lucy's role as a principal dancer while Medhi Angot and Tonia Looker made a delightful pairing and principal guest artist Gillian Murphy made her debut with Qi Huan.
For the men, the jumps were difficult and technical and the arm movements were intricate and strong. Sergio was particularly strong here because jumps are his forte though I noticed that he almost hit one of the set walls on a landing at one point and the mistake showed in his face.
Rory when partnered with Lucy Green was lively and strong but through the rest of his 28 Variations performance, he seemed sloppy, refusing to keep his arms held in position properly.
Medhi was delightful - if I had to choose a dancer to entertain me at whim for all time, it'd be Medhi Angot. His ability to entertain, to inhabit the characters he plays and to perform to the best of his ability- strong, precise, flawless all while carrying off an effortless air of enjoyment draws you into his performance and holds you captive.
Sergio seemed wasted on most pairings within the first performance as his build is restricting for fast of intricate movements. His strength is in the powerful jumps and spins that serve as the perfect outlet for his ability.

FINAL DRESS
Choreographer: Larry Keigwin
Music: Adam Crystal

Final Dress was undoubtedly the best of the three performances. Choreographed by Larry Keigwin with music by Adam Crystal, the performance is incredibly fast paced and engaging.
Sergio Torrado was in his element, showcasing his ability to make leaps and bounds look effortlessly heroic with the height and power he was able to thrust them upward with.
The performance was also a glimpse at the athletic bodies hidden underneath elaborate costumes, the word is 'abs'!! Serious abs! Anyone who denies dancing as a sport is kidding themselves.

I was surprised at the size of the stage, as was most of the audience as the entire set was dropped and removed leaving the stage completely exposed. Even though I've performed on that stage myself before, it's hard to realise the sheer size of the stage with so much set dressing, curtains, equipment, scaffolding all set up around the main stage. Lights were placed at the sides, a ballet barre on one side, and costuming at the rear – dragged there by Sergio himself. It was as if the curtains and set walls had become invisible and here, we the audience sit as voyeurs, looking through the facade to the secrecy that lies beyond. 

Case and point - Lucy Balfour come upstage, stood with her back to the audience and changed her clothes – entirely topless. In the background Abby Boyle frolicks on stage with Sergio Torrado then runs off the main stage the corner where she also gets topless and changes clothes. Certainly invoking the voyeur in all of us as half of the audience sat transfixed onto Lucy's bare back.... Suddenly, the innocent little Auckland Civic, becomes the uninhibited Broadway theatre.

From black sports and outerwear to crisp white business shirts worn splayed open over black boy shorts, to full on suits for the guys and 50s swing dresses for the girls, the performance was reminiscent of the final dance sequence in the 2000 film, Centre Stage where the business people are walking to and from the subway in the background.
Dancers run at full speed across the stage in all directions, leap through the air like doe in a field, and halting in abruptly ended forward motion, suspended mid-leap. It's a nod at the urgency of the city and the passion of its people as we see couplings both on the main stage and behind the scenes, playing a bit on the real-life couples we've seen on the reality TV show 'Secret Lives of Dancers'.

The performance received a standing ovation and while most dancers kept their composure, Lucy Green seemed overwhelmed- surprised and elated at the reaction of the audience. It was endearing.
New guy, Sam Shapiro from North Carolina was fantastic and I hope he's sticking around for a few more seasons. Katherine Grange seemed more focused on her hair than her dancing – which was more burlesque than it was ballet, and yes, I realise the piece was rather sexualised but the others were playing the same part without it looking quite so sleazy.
Medhi Angot was fantastic, so strong in his leaps and lifts, so precise with his arm and footwork. Loved his expression when he tossed the girl to Brendan Bagshaw in their pas-de-trois, a move which asserted a few laughs from the audience.
I loved the choreography, lots of intentionally jerky position changes, a focus on elbows, knees and hips. Soft, tender, playful exchanges and mechanical positioning, the women were tender and at times, hysterical, the men were urgent and passionate and overall, the piece evoked a feeling of freedom. The music was very upbeat – a lot of very technical, robotic tones courtesy of the cello, electric piano and violin.
It is a commentary of the urgency of the city, the Big Brother aspect of wherever you go, whatever you're doing, someone is watching as behind the sets, intercompany trysts, ballerinas changing clothes and dancers preparing are all spied on by the audience while a performance runs on centre stage.
I loved the way that the dancers stopped the forward motion of the others, catching them mid-leap, abruptly shocking the caught dancer's body backward.

WHO CARES?
Choreographer: George Balanchine
Music: George Gershwin

Before we saw the show, I'd long imagined that Who Cares? would be the best of the trinity because George Balanchine's choreography is legendary but it actually ended up being the least appreciated.
Gillian needed a costume that didn't match her hair. Her pale skin and monochrome hair/costume combo made her look so washed out. A purple or green costume would have brightened her up so much more than the rusty tutu she donned. Dancing-wise, I loved the lift with Gillian reaching behind her back to meet Paul's hands as he sweeps her up and I thought the mirroring was lovely. On one lift, Gillian leapt too far over so Paul couldn't lift her very high- a mistake that was corrected on the second lift where the audience saw what it was meant to look like.

Jaerad and Paul seemed entirely in their element in the Broadway musical theatre theme and Rory really danced wonderfully after being a little lax in the first performance. It was a delight to watch him really snap into character and hit every position to perfection, Lucy Green's arches, arm and leg work and body contortions were all so effortlessly graceful and perfect - the makings of a true prima ballerina.

The white pinstriped suits were very Broadway but the ladies' costumes didn't fit. The pink sparkly tutus looked a little infantile and would have been better replaced with era specific outfits like sailor suits with pussybow necklines or similar. I even heard a 'needed some ostrich feathers' from a fellow audience member.
While George Balanchine is known for his years of choreography and ballet service, I found that the introductory dance sequence was nothing to write home about.
Paul was fantastic in all of those pas-de-deux pairings, he danced as if he's been drinking the Broadway coolade all his life. Abby was grand, so emotive and carefree yet precise. Although I thought it odd that she didn't feature more - did her usual spot go to the visiting Gillian?
Lucy's pas-de-deux to “Embraceable You” was so sassy and sweet. Her dancing was so fluid and strong. Even bending down en pointe, she still managed to be strong. Some of her toe-taps and facial expressions reminded me of a 1920s flapper girl. Each move she made was poetry. The word of the performance was certainly 'sassy'.

The final dance, which brought back all of the 'Who Cares?' dancers, was a little messy and served as proof positive that the young are certainly overtaking the older, and that Lucy is a heavy contender for Abby's position and definitely that Abby should never have been usurped by Gillian who is a corps dancer, at best.

Overall, the NYC: New, Young, Classic ballet presentation was incredible and certainly evoked the spirit of the city, the rush, the passion and the unequivocal 'show' atmosphere of Broadway.
The RNZB will be touring New Zealand performing until the 30th of March and have tickets available from just $25 so there's no excuse not to go! I've also heard tell that men who are in no way fans of ballet enjoyed this performance thoroughly- most likely because the dancing is modern and highly charged.
Head along and catch this brilliant performance and to get an insight into what happened behind the scenes, tune into 'The Secret Lives of Dancers' on TV3 Tuesdays at 7:30pm. 
xo Rhonnie

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Mallets and Ponies: BMW Polo


Today, a friend and I were treated to a day at the BMW Polo Final thanks to Superette and Mallets and Ponies Club. This was the first time either of us had attended or even seen a game of polo so it was pretty up there on the excitement-o-meter. Even the invitations were funky...


We started the day with a pre-event function at the Mini Garage in Ponsonby, munching down salmon and cream cheese mini bagels and mini brioche accompanied by copious glasses of champagne. Here are the party buses lining up ready to take us to the polo venue.

As well as an excuse to drink champagne that early in the morning, Mini used the opportunity to launch their new Mini coupĆ©, the first of its kind, the first 2-door, 2-seater from the Mini range. 

 Once the launch was over, we headed to Clevedon on the party buses to the polo venue at Clevedon Polo grounds. Either side of the field was lined with marquees for different sponsors, the pink flags were for Mallets and Ponies. The opposite side of the field was home to the likes of George FM, Veuve Cliquot and BMW and was also where the lunchtime 'Fashion in the Field' winners were announced and where the Charlie Brown Fashion Show took place.
The weather was beautiful and super hot and both the ladies and the men were dressed in their best polo attire, including signature straw hat. I was quite impressed by the men's fashions.
 The giant bowl of candy on each table in the marquee was a nice touch and helped keep me sugared up all day.


 Also at lunchtime, BMW held a 'Horse versus Horsepower' race between their fastest horse/ rider Pedro from Argentina and the new BMW M5 ( supposedly the fastest 4 door sedan)...the horse won...and in a rematch, they say it was dead on, but the horse was actually in front.






 The Polo itself was really fun to watch as well as the whole atmosphere of the day, Trish and I were keen to learn a little more about Polo and definitely attend more of these days. You can even learn how to play at the Auckland Polo Club without the need for your own horse - or should I say horses... After each chukka (every seven minute round), the riders have to change horses so the horses can catch a breath. You see the rider line up his current horse with his next and literally jump from one to the other without touching the ground. Gallop in- swap-gallop off. It's rather impressive. It had me wondering how many horses you have to own - is it just two that are interchangeable or do you need more? Polo must be a very expensive sport to play.



 There weren't many seats in the Mallets and Ponies area so we spent a lot of time walking around or hunting for the shade of a great tree to hide under and were so tired from the walk that this happened. Wedges are most definitely polo attire, every woman old or young was wearing a pair, as is the way with polo but wedges and grass make for an interesting workout.



Polo was a fantastic game to watch and the entire atmosphere of the game was electric. The people dressed up, the horses galloping by, the individual marquees with their different themes and sounds, it was fascinating to be a part of and I'm definitely keen to go back for another round.
Note to self: Take sun-hat, tonnes of water and a blanket to sit on.

Thank you to Superette, Mini and Mallets and Ponies and Trish for a wonderful day!...and Erron for being our hero later in the day!

xo Rhonnie

Sunday, February 12, 2012

A Birthday in the 1920s


  
The twenties have always been my golden age, the time where had I a time machine, I'd send it back to that era. The fashion, the beauty, the courtesy and above all, the music all make for such an incredible decade of wonderment.
With that, I decided that this year, I'd go for the closest I could get – a twenties themed birthday.
In the morning, Mama and I headed to the shore to watch a screening of twenties/ thirties themed silent film, The Artist. It was a stunning example of cinematography, direction and acting without words. When people stop talking, they start communicating and it is with that in mind that The Artist really evokes so much emotion through the score and through the gestures and emotion the actors themselves give off.
For a full review, check over at Godzillafist later this afternoon, but I would absolutely recommend you go and see it. Anyone who thinks a silent film couldn't hold a candle to a 'talkie' or that in the absence of speech, the film must be a bore is wildly incorrect. It is a beautiful film, masterful even and I highly recommend it!

After the screening, We grabbed brunch next door at Sausalito before heading home.

Later that evening, my friends and I headed to Prohibition Restaurant in Ponsonby to complete the theme. I've wanted to go to Prohibition since I first saw the facade go up on Ponsonby Road, taking over from whatever used to be in the space before it. I'd always noticed the doorman dressed in his twenties garb in front of the speakeasy doors and the 1920s car parked on the curb. On this night, I was finally going inside.

As we arrived, the doorman opened the striking speakeasy doors to a small mahogany and glass cage (like those of an old bank). Stepping through the secondary doors with their crystal handles, we were led into another time. Exposed brick walls, low hung tiffany lamp shades, crystal decanters, a mechanical dumb waiter and dark leather seats studded with gold rivets. A live jazz band played in the corner with a singer, Georgia, whose voice was velvety like chocolate. The perfect voice for jazz. The dark wood tables were topped with velvet tablecloths trimmed with gold tassels and to mark each place a twenties themed playing card. The glasses were all cut crystal, the silverware, fine silver. A hat rack stood in one corner while the walls displayed faux windows that looked out to scenes of 1920s Chicago. Through a doorway at the rear of the room, a back parlour filled with the most opulent red velvet furniture, the perfect place to unwind. And though I never ventured there myself, my guests all raved about the incredible bathrooms – something you don't hear too often at restaurants.

The service was incredible, the staff there all dressed in twenties garb, friendly and thematic, when a friend asked for more water one waiter gasped “Water”?! And we all laughed at the absurdity of asking for water in a speakeasy as he poured away.
The food was beyond words incredible. From the bread and dips ciabatta loaf (soft), served with individually wrapped plain butters, a bowl of herb butter and a bowl of hummus - to the mains, I had the beef eye fillet (seared to absolute perfection, so tender it melted away from the knife) served over a colcannon mash which was to die for with two large spears of broccolini - to the dessert, I had a 'miniatures' dessert – a selection of small desserts from the Prohibition pastry chef (to-die-for.. and possibly diet for haha) - to the cocktails, the entire meal experience rendered me speechless.

The evening wasn't just a dinner at a theme restaurant, it was a total experience, and one that lasted about three hours! The music played throughout, the lighting was dim and romantic, the dƩcor was as if I'd stepped straight into 1920s Chicago and I found that Prohibition even exceeded the quality of the jazz bars/ restaurants and speakeasys I'd visited in Chicago, New York, Memphis and New Orleans for the authenticity, the quality of the food and the quality of the music/ ambience/ wait staff. There wasn't a single thing that I could fault the restaurant on, not a one. I wanted to park my bed up in a corner and live there.

Everyone in my party raved about the night, the entire experience and they really got into the mood with even the boys dressing up in waistcoats with rolled sleeves ad fedoras or donning suspenders. I was dressed from head to toe- of course in twenties garb that I made over the last couple of days, somewhat inspired by Berenice Bejo's dress in 'The Artist'. The dress was a black chiffondeep plunge dress (back and front) over a black chemise with a whole-helluva-lotta various trims on it – sequins, birch silk fringes, laces, woven trims, woven appliques etc. On my head, I wore a fascinator I created to mimic the style of the dress- made from a straw hat, covered with black sequin mesh and decorated with the black and gold woven trim with black feathers protruding from one side and a black beaded necklace serving as part of the headdress. I donned my grandmother's jewellery from the time, a pair of elbow length black gloves and my mother's black and gold shoes that closely resembled those of the twenties and after fussing with my hair for a couple of hours, opted to just go with a simple faux bob updo which actually looked great.
 
(we kind of forgot to take photos the whole time, so just a few as we were leaving ha)

I cannot get over how amazing the evening was thanks to Prohibition and my friends, I can't rave about the restaurant enough and I'm already planning on becoming a regular. It's so perfectly in tune with my personality, my passions. I know all the words to those songs because I grew up listening to them, I know so much about the era because of the books I've been engrossed in over the years and the study I've done on the time period. When I was in New York, Memphis, New Orleans and Chicago I purposely sought out their jazz clubs (being the major jazz cities) and still, Prohibition rules them all (in little ole Auckland).

You have to go there! Walk, don't run! Whether it be for a banquet, a dinner, a lunch or a 'Low-Tea', or even, just for drinks and dessert, Prohibition is absolutely the best experience you'll have in this city.

Thank you to Prohibition Restaurant, Jen, Dane, Alex, Grace, Mikey, Sam, Mitch and Claire, Mama and Dad. Best.... birthday...ever

xo Rhonnie

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Introducing: Godzilla Fist

 
Going through the stats of my site the other day, I noticed a huge trend on the posts that get the most attention and that carry the bulk of the feedback. Other than the time period specific posts about Fashion Week, the rest of the year revolves around my film posts.
Reviews of new releases or old-time favourites, notes or observations I've made on a film, a selection of films or in regard to the people or themes present within film as a whole, like my post on the iconic female rolemodels from popular television series'.

With that noted, I decided to separate out the two, leave the events and updates, writing work and anything else that I find relevant to Passion and Distraction and focus my film efforts on a new site, Godzilla Fist.
godzillafist.blogspot.co.nz
Godzilla Fist is  a font of information on everything movies. It is a place to find opinion an reviews on films, be they now showing, coming soon or retired to video store shelving for many years.
As well as reviews, you'll find random musings on film in general in the 'Notes on Film' category as well as a bit on television series or related topics like iconic females in television, the original name of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, the degrees of separation between a movie or actor and any news or industry information that seems relevant. There may occasionally be posts on actors or actresses, writers or directors that I find to be exceptional along the way too.

The geek in me has organised all films that appear on the site (or shall appear in the future) into various categories so you can find a film by its writer, director, the year it was released, the actors or actresses in it, or by genre - an OCD habit I've cultivated over many years with my personal 2,678 strong (and still growing) DVD collection. This is the place for me to put to use my obscene film knowledge and hopefully use as a forum to discuss your favourites, trivia, goofs or whatever you've spotted in a film that you're itching to get off your chest.

Godzilla Fist isn't the place to find celebrity gossip, there are plenty of sites dedicated to just that. Godzilla Fist is the place to geek out about film. To learn more about a specific movie, discuss anything film or television related and embrace your inner film freak.

For years, I've been the person my friends go to for film and television advice, to ask who that person in that film that time was and receive an indepth response tracking back that actor's career.
I'm the person who can tell you what song was playing when which actor said what during which scene of which episode of a television series the line or song occured. As a writer, reading into the symbolism or philosophy of a scene, a film or a character is second nature and with that, my overanalytical mind breaks everything down to compartmentalise in my inner storage vault.
I'm the girl that gets so overly competitive during a game of 'Scene It' or Pub Trivia that people no longer want her in a game haha.

So jump over to Godzilla Fist, read some reviews or film analysis, watch for upcoming reviews and observations as well as a fun post I have coming up about the degrees of separation between a particular film and all of the relevant names in Hollywood of the last 10-15 years and pose your questions to me. Let's discuss film! Let's delve deep into this world I'm so passionate about and work out what to make of it!

The art for the site header was created by artist, Sam Yong of inthewolf.com. I'm so overwhelmed by how incredible it is and Sam even used the images of me in the Passion and Distraction site header to model the girl in Godzilla's fist on! I'm so honoured! Check out his site for more of his work :)
xo Rhonnie

Monday, February 6, 2012

The Resident


The Resident is a 2011 thriller drama starring Hilary Swank, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Lee Pace and Christopher Lee. 

The film is very reminiscent of the 1993 film, Sliver starring Sharon Stone and Billy Baldwin where a woman moves into an apartment complex and strikes up a passionate (and pretty explicit) affair with the building owner, Zeke. What she doesn't know about Zeke though, is that he has wired CCTV cameras into every room of the building and spends his time watching them in a room filled with individual TV sets so he can see them all simultaneously and pull up the more interesting ones for a closer view. Stone's character also finds out that some of the women in the building have been murdered and begins to wonder if Zeke or a serial killer could be responsible.... naturally, they are. 

The Resident tows the line rather closely with Hilary Swank's character moving into an apartment building after a bad breakup and finds the offer almost too good to be true – only $3,800 a month for a huge, classic New York loft apartment with glorious views of the city – a steal compared to the 3x9m cramped all-in-one studios she'd been seeing for much more than that.
Jeffrey Dean Morgan plays Max, the token love interest who is also the building owner and the two develop a friendship that approaches romantic at times but while Swank's character (Juliet) just isn't ready.... Max is. 

The film gives away Max's story to the audience quite early with the use of a flashback to the beginning of the fim, this time, from his perspective rather than Juliet's and it is here that the story switches from being predominantly Juliet's point of view to being a fifty-fifty share. 
Christopher Lee (Lord of the Rings) plays Max's grandfather who makes a creepy first impression but doesn't stick around long enough to cause much of an effect. 

The Resident is certainly an update on Sliver with its use of of more modern conveniences and while CCTV cameras do come into play eventually, it's a far more sinister tact that is taken to appease Max's obsession. It's comparable to the 2009 thriller, Walled Inwith Mischa Barton and Cameron Bright, sharing some pretty major plot points and filming techniques. The characters of Max in The Resident and Jimmy in Walled In, while differing in age rather vastly, also share many similarities in the way their thought process is played out and in their motivations. 
Without giving too much away, (it says this much in the film synopsis so I think we're safe :P) we discover that Max has deep-seeded psychological issues and is obsessed with Juliet, he has constructed crannies and secret openings through which to watch Juliet in her apartment. Looking through air vents, two way mirrors and even employing secret entrances to grant him access to her apartment while she sleeps.  Entrances he takes advantage of to drug her and sexually abuse her in her slumber. 
After a slur of mornings spent sleeping through her alarm – out of character for the doctor- she has a monitoring system installed in her apartment. She learns the truth about what has been happening to her at night but when she's confronted by Max moments afterwards, she's terrified and overwhelmed, wanting to call him on it but scared of what will happen next. It becomes a race to escape the deranged man she knows has unfettered access to her at any time of the day...or night.

It's a terrifying concept and it certainly has you thinking twice about bathtime or how secure you really are in your own home, especially in apartment buildings that generally do have the space between apartments for hiding in – spaces carved out specifically to allow contractors to repair pipes and such behind the walls. The mirrors side of things certainly got to me with two-way mirrors as seen in crime dramas being so readily available and easily installed without your knowledge- especially if you've moved in to a home that was constructed long before your arrival, and not just in homes but in hotels too - think of all the hotel rooms, all the mirrors that feature both in bathrooms and in the bedrooms of suites.  I remember being in a Wellington hotel where the entire bathroom was mirrored bar one small recess and in the centre of the room, a large spa bath with rain shower – at the time I thought it seemed very voyeuristic for a five star hotel but thinking back now, it could have been prime real estate for a deranged, obsessed, perverted building owner like the one in this film.... okay, okay, so it's New Zealand and highly unlikely, but it certainly makes you think twice about covering up when you step out of the shower in view of a mirror, and definitely about standing in front of one oiling up afterward like Hilary Swank does in this movie. 

There's definitely something for the boys in this one – a lot of tasteful nudity on Hilary Swank's part, an outlet for any voyeuristic leanings, plenty of action – the rock 'em, sock 'em kind – and a classic psychological thriller, not to mention that it'll frighten any lady friends watching too, so physical proximity to aforementioned lady friend will be key here. 

The lighting is perfectly chosen with the film beginning in a softer, brighter lighting pallette and becoming increasingly darker as the film progresses. Personally,I found the lighting while Max is running around behind the walls to be the best, where the background is lit and not the character. The shots are all visually dynamic, especially when it comes to Max's point of view from his hiding places as the viewer gets to see through faucets and power points, air vents and mirrors, just as Max does. 



For the ladies, there's a kick-ass female, the thrill of the plot, it's visually dynamic and the soundtrack is great and apparently all the ladies like Jeffrey Dean Morgan for his killer smile (and character ha), and broody, deep eyes. If you're like me,  you're a girl who craves this kind of a thrill. Something that works not just on a sight-gag level but rather a full-on psychological buzz. One that makes you think, makes you ponder your own actions in the situation and one that has you questioning your safety when you get back to your own home – the place you're supposed to feel safe. 

The quote that sums it up the best is that “A truly scary story should hit you where you live. Find you in a safe place, and turn it into a den of nightmares” (Ep:Four Scary Stories). Granted, it's a Dawson's Creek quote, but perfectly fitting. This film, much like other home-based movies (think When a Stranger Calls as a reference), is something so insignificant, so irrational and yet so terrifying. It takes your home, your personal sanctuary and turns it into a portal of fear and doubt. Has you questioning that shadow in the corner, that creak of the floorboard but also makes you more aware of your surroundings and what's normal for your home so that you can recognise a change and take action. 
I love thrillers, they're definitely my favourite genre. 

The Resident is currently in video stores on 3-day hire so it's still relatively new but old enough to hire for $3 less ha. If you're up for a fun comparison, hire out Walled In and Sliver to make your own judgement. 

Here's the trailer!

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