dc: The Doctor looking out from Laurel & Hardy film (Dr Who)
 I'm amazingly wiped out, possibly after having the 'flu vaccination at the weekend. Or it could just be the change in the weather. (This time last week I could still get away with T-shirt and a light jacket; this week, it's more heavy jacket weather.) 

There's a wee season of SF films at the GFT. Tonight is Death Watch - the 1980 Bertrand Tavernier film, starring Harvey Keitel and Romy Schneider, based on D.G. Compton's The Continuous Katherine Mortenhoe and filmed in Glasgow. I'm tempted to go to see it (and Alphaville and The Thing and Frau im Mond...) despite having it on disc. On the other hand, I could easily crawl back into bed and sleep. :-)
dc: Me, in a pub.  (Sideways)
I'd thought of going out today, possibly to the cinema (The Girl Who Played With Fire and The Illusionist looking interesting), certainly to Biblo, but my calves this morning were twitchy so taking it easy seemed sensible since tomorrow I am taking my mother to the optician. I'll need a decent sleep tonight too, I think. I have plenty to keep myself amused, anyway.

Fairly random thoughts:

1) I wish there would be a box set release of the Yellow Bird Wallander series. It is so good... so good, actually, I have still not watched the recordings of the BBC series. It's not logical, but I'm so used to Krister Henriksson in the role...

2) Have you seen any of the old programmes being repeated on Yesterday? Some of them look as though they are being broadcast from VHS tapes. Seriously, look at blocks of red on the screen — or what should be blocks of red.

3) It would probably not be good for me, but I have this urge to order pizza. NOT going to, though. Really not going to.

4) Did you know you can get ground coffee from Amazon?

5) Not going to talk about the Labour leadership contest, it is too depressing.

6) So is the popping up of Tony Blair again, but this article is worth reading: Fisking Blair's chapter on Iraq.

7) Caledonia Books (Gt. Western Rd.) has had an influx of SF books recently. Admittedly some of us have had a damn good pick through them for the choice bits, but still worth checking out.

Not going to order pizza. No, definitely not.

Mesrine

Sep. 7th, 2009 10:01 pm
dc: Me, in a pub.  (Default)
OK, so I decided in favour of the cinema (didn't decide until I was in the city centre, though). Good choice. Being wedged in that seat helped my back no end (on the other hand, the wait for the bus didn't help, so a bit of swings and roundabouts there), and the film (L'ennemi public No. 1) was good. Not exactly a film to describe as enjoyable, but gripping. Rather more wobbling hand-held camera work than in the first part (L'instinct de mort), I think, and not always to good effect. Didn't spoil it, though.

Although Mesrine was a brutal character, there's humour in the films and some touching scenes. The problem with films about real people is the impossibility of really getting inside their heads and understanding what made them tick; even more so with someone like Mesrine, who was acutely aware of his public image and played to it whenever possible. Vincent Cassel's performance is superb, the depiction of someone who is capable of tenderness and good humour and vicious brutality is completely convincing, without ever letting you think "the guy's all right, really." The most troubling things in the films, though, weren't the actions of Mesrine and his accomplices, they were the behaviour of the authorities: the special detention unit in Canada seems to have been basically a torture unit if part one is accurate; and then there is the assassination of Mesrine by the police in Paris (the way the films are structured, this is really not a spoiler for anyone who doesn't know the end of his story) — I would like to think things are different today....

Last night

Feb. 23rd, 2006 10:41 am
dc: (Doctor)
Last night, as it was [livejournal.com profile] rhionnach’s birthday, we would normally have gone out, but the recent kerfuffle (especially the occasional taxi ride to Stobhill) has left me exhausted and us a little skint, so we had a boring meal in; we did, though, watch Playtime — she likes Tati (a woman of taste). It’s pure joy, that film.

And now, I must dash; unfortunately, I can’t shake this exhaustion, and tonight is a moot night, too.

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