Samuel Moore

So let me start by saying that I used to love Star Wars. Space wizards with laser swords!? I had no chance to resist. From the moment I watched ‘A new hope’ with my Granddad I was hocked. I’d wear my dressing gown and jump round my room holding a torch pretending I was fighting the evil empire.

I love old movies. There was a charm about them, a charm that came from not having every little thing explained. We celebrate the concept of a film that leaves information out—all the while, we route for another film for the anthology to tell us everything about the universe we are watching.

Over the last few years we have seen the phrase, ‘toxic masculinity’ being used more and more. While the majority of the time this is used to put down men and blame the patriarchy for most of the issues women face in the modern western world; there is actually a massive issue here and it is going largely ignored.

This has to be said, I love bamboo. In fact with a long line of bows I will pretty much always pick the bamboo bow. There is something that is just hard to describe. I often compare a bamboo bow to an excitable puppy. Maybe you have a had a really bad day, but when you get home the puppy is jumping all over the place. It’s so happy and jumping over, the excitement is toxic and it makes you have just by being there. But then you site down and just like that, the puppy runs off to fetch your slippers and a cold drink.

Archery is something that is hard to explain. It’s more than just picking up a bow and taking a few shots. It’s that feeling of holding the bow while out in the open.

The universal cinema’s attempt at a ‘Dark universe’ didn’t go that well. But there was a lot of potential there. It extended further than people normally think, and when we start breaking things down, it was pretty damn good.