or... "And with that in mind we've given this name to a new type of Nuclear Bomb"
So guess what I went and saw on Sunday?... Here! Clue!
Tha-hat's right, I went and saw The Dark Knight...
which I feel I probably shouldn't be writing about as it is bloody
everywhere, but, mm, this is going to be a short post anyway, it was
horrible and sometimes brilliant but mainly horrible, yet the
Dainipponjin clip posted above does something more interesting and
disturbing and entertaining with comic book violence in a much shorter
time. Okay, I'm not sure actually that's what The Dark Knight was
meaning to do, but I AM pretty sure that a man dressed as a bat fighting
a man dressed as a clown should have a bit of Romance to it, if not
downright Fun. There should be more to it, I'm saying, than simply a man
dressed as a bat fighting a man dressed as a clown, but The Dark Knight
smothered all that inherent resonance with Its Interpretation. (It
brought something new to the party, sure, which I suppose is great but,
mm, I have to say I think Kirsty Wark agrees with me. It don't
"chime".) Like the most recent Bond, its refashioning of the "myth"
basically involved a total subtextectomy, everyone talking in terrible
essays about each other, the painstaking doing of PROPER damage to
humans and, at heart, just a kind of narrative self-loathing. It had to
be self-loathing, didn't it? I think Christopher Nolan is amazing, a
real heart-breaker, but no-one could really have WANTED to tell this
story, or it would have been better told, non? I just find it so weird
that this is entertainment. Or is it filler fodder? Most of my friends
have seen it more than once, so it must be the first. I don't know. Graham Linehan's been posting a bunch of stuff about some disturbing inferences
concerning the post 9/11 Anthrax attacks lately, and last night I lay
awake thinking, the only way to get this story on the News must be to
say you're making a film about it. That's the only, the only way. And a
worse public service could be performed than the setting up of a
production company whose only job were to direct media attention to
topics of national importance by churning out puff pieces for
said-topic-inspired-films, films that themselves need never leave
Production Hell. Heck, you wouldn't even have to draw up contracts, just
make some calls and e-mail London Lite with "Sienna Miller expresses
interest in Anthrax movie". None of which is to cast aspersions on
Newsnight Review by the way, nor Natalie Haynes. Duh.
Anyway,
back in the sixties a film came out with a guy called James Bond in and
cinema went mental. And THIS WEEK I SHALL PROVE IT with a series of
clips salvaged from youtube, again last night, while brooding on the
iniquities inherent in the system, and listening to Adam and Joe's
theme tunes for Quantum of Solace. Yes, to make amends for posting
nothing during the run of "Hamlet Abridged", which was a joy to do -
and to give you a little taste of the piece itself - I shall be offering
up atrocious nightly, non-Bond nuggets, such as this gobbet from the
lesser known, I-shit-you-not, O double-7 series: "MISSION BLOODY MARY":
[Originally I posted the opening sequence but that's been taken down.] It's when the talking gets going that this shit really
flies, and I can only hope the dialogue we came up with for Hamlet
occasionally matched MISSION BLOODY MARY'S depths. And thank you to
everyone who came. Big thanks.
Actually, here's another little taster of the Camden Fringe.
Sorry, but I still have no camera and it's the only thing from the show
I could scan. It's my show shirt after six quick-change matinees, the
salt's pure Fringe.
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