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Going a bit loopy from reading two books and watching arguably five DVDs in three days. They're all lolloping around in my head and getting confused with each other. My brain fancies a bit of output as a change from all the input, or a walk, but I'm not getting anywhere in this snow.
Book-wise there was Simon Ings' A Weight of Numbers, ( non-spoilery comments )
On Friday I watched St Trinian's (2007 version, with Colin Firth striding round a country house in a wet shirt, and Paloma Faith almost unrecognisable as a 12-14-year old schoolgirl despite being 20-21). Then Caligula, 90 minute version! Which they wrote as if it was the unexpurgated version, but there's a 150 minute version available too and mine is tame in comparison. That Malcolm McDowell is a bit good at being mad/evil. Quite patchy, in dialogue, acting and film quality (some very good), but something to watch to see what the fuss was about rahter than to stand up today. It is the nudest movie I've seen since Prospero's Books (which also featured Gielgud). Last was Stuart: A Life Backwards, with the Tom Hardy and Benedict Cumberbatch fan clubs. So kind of a triple bill of films with varying degrees of abuse :-/ Cumberbatch's character threw me out on one occasion: a middle class Cambridge man, disposing of a load of leaflets, and he puts them in the black bin not the blue recycling bin? It can't be so!
Current watching is a set of five Werner Herzog films which are part fiction, part documentary. Very strange, and pretty hard going. I can admire them, but there is very little of heartwarming or entertainment in them. So, ideal material for when one is loopy.
Book-wise there was Simon Ings' A Weight of Numbers, ( non-spoilery comments )
On Friday I watched St Trinian's (2007 version, with Colin Firth striding round a country house in a wet shirt, and Paloma Faith almost unrecognisable as a 12-14-year old schoolgirl despite being 20-21). Then Caligula, 90 minute version! Which they wrote as if it was the unexpurgated version, but there's a 150 minute version available too and mine is tame in comparison. That Malcolm McDowell is a bit good at being mad/evil. Quite patchy, in dialogue, acting and film quality (some very good), but something to watch to see what the fuss was about rahter than to stand up today. It is the nudest movie I've seen since Prospero's Books (which also featured Gielgud). Last was Stuart: A Life Backwards, with the Tom Hardy and Benedict Cumberbatch fan clubs. So kind of a triple bill of films with varying degrees of abuse :-/ Cumberbatch's character threw me out on one occasion: a middle class Cambridge man, disposing of a load of leaflets, and he puts them in the black bin not the blue recycling bin? It can't be so!
Current watching is a set of five Werner Herzog films which are part fiction, part documentary. Very strange, and pretty hard going. I can admire them, but there is very little of heartwarming or entertainment in them. So, ideal material for when one is loopy.
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