The2019 Charlton and Woolwich Free Film Festival began yesterday and continues to the fourteenth. As I said a few days ago, I’m a bit low that I didn’t contribute to it this year. They are a wonderful way to get film into the community, and of showing films’s relationship to culture at street level. I keep thinking about writing something lengthy about such festivals and other forms of filmic love like cinephilia and fandom, but predictably I haven’t got anything onto paper yet. It seems to me that, in the way they are planned and organised by a local society – from the ground up, so to speak – means they have a unique link with a particular urban community,, and perhaps we can read something about it’s character in the films it’s members chose to screen. I reckon that might be interesting to explore to some depth. What could opting to screen a certain film at a certain time tell us about the attitudes and outlook within a given community? Could choosing to screen, say, Wonderwoman (to pick a title from this year’s CWFFF list) imply certain opinions on gender, say? Or is it silly to try to psychoanalyse an entire metropolitan borough? Either way, if you’re in South-East London, please check out some of the screenings.
After watching the news today I decided to submit an update to the dictionary, just to make things simpler.
Anyone who can’t see all the money the tories suddenly magicked out of thin air yesterday to plough in to services they have cut so savagely until now as the electioneering gimmick it is, is obviously deceiving theirselves. I’m sorry to go on about politics, but things really are getting stupid. After years off cuts to vital services so their rich friends can pay less tax, with their backs to the wall, the tories try to distract voters by reversing some of the cuts they theirselves forced upon us, and trying to frame it as some kind of heroic act. Mind you, it tells us the tories know they’re up shit creek, or else they wouldn’t be trying to distract us: they know they’re responsible for utterly fucking up the country and are now trying to appease us by undoing their own cuts. Surely that tells us all we need to know about this bunch of p’tahks.
As for the idea of an election this autumn, I’m in two minds about it: part of me would loved to see Boris and the tories kicked out of office, but at the same time, perhaps they should be left to clean up the hideous mess they theirselves caused. Of course it is obviously a trap, though, as it means Johnson could simply change the date of Brexit in order to leave with no deal. And here again we see the duplicitousness of the scumbags we are dealing with.
I just saw this on facebook and it made me crease up with laughter!
It may be satirical, but this short Newsthump article posted in reaction to the beeb airing the first part of The Rise of The Nazis is worth a chuckle. Apparently, the outists are getting all huffy and puffy because they think the beeb might be taking a dig at them through it. It was, of course, an excellent, fascinating documentary timed to mark the anniversary of the beginning of World War Two, but you have to wonder there is some truth behind the satire: this won’t be the first time echoes of 1930s germany have been noted; it is very possible to see the airing of these programmes as a type of warning. I can’t help feel that this article is making a valid point, as well as taking the piss out of Outists at the same time. And if they really are getting angry at the beeb over these shows, surely that tells you something about them too.
Bojo is now threatening to call a general election if Tory MPs rebel and vote to delay brexit. That tells us all we need to know about the p’tahk: he thinks the possibility off losing their seats is enough to make MPs side with him, as though they are shallow enough to put their personal careers before the future of the country. I’d prefer to believe that not even a tory could be so wretched, and Brexit is shaping up to be so obviously catastrophic that any intelligent person would vote to delay it. Then again, we live in fucked up times, and I suspect the possibility of losing their seats to the bunch of scumbags Farage calls his party might be enough to make the tory tosspots fall into line. No doubt that’s what johnson is gambling on.
Today will always be remembered as the day the Pope got stuck in a lift. ”’Pope Francis has apologised for arriving late for his weekly prayer in St Peter’s Square, saying he was stuck in a lift in the Vatican. The 82-year-old pontiff said he had been trapped in the lift for 25 minutes because of a power outage before he was freed by firefighters.” Mind you, it’s a bit odd that God would let such a silly thing happen to the man supposed to be his earthly representative. Oh wait….what’s that you say?…Maybe god doesn’t exist…..Now there’s a thought…