S.A.M

Although I have only just heard about it, and of course have yet to see it, I really think I’ll try to get S.A.M screened at this years Charlton and Woolwich Free Film Festival. From what I’ve read, it’s a short, independent film about a loving relationship between two young people with learning difficulties. It was filmed in leeds and the  actors cast have LDs, so it sounds quite cutting edge in  terms of both social and disability representation. All too often, such relationships are hidden  away, but it really looks like the guys whho made this  film set out to tell often overlooked truths. What I want to do now is find a way to watch it,  before hopefully proposing it for this years film festival.

Marriage Story

I just got back from the cinema again, where John and I saw Marriage Story. I don’t have much to say about it, apart from that I would be surprised if I have ever seen a duller, more boring film. Over three hours of protracted, increasingly bitter fretting over whether a couple will get divorced, the status of their young son and whether they live in New York or LA. Very little in terms of plot development or resolution. And then Kianu Reeves breaks into a song, completely at random, as if the film suddenly became a musical. It was  about an hour too long and so laboured and dull that I left the cinema wondering why  it had ever been made; I honestly think I could pull a better film out of my arse.

America is not the Federation

Just to stick with the Star Trek theme, judging by this, Trump is obviously a fan too. He has been accused of nicking the Starfleet emblem for his new Space Force. While people like George Takei have accused him of breaching copyright, I think this could tell us one of two things: either Trump is a huge Star Trek fan and intends this as a tribute  to the series, or, more likely, he’s even more deluded than we  thought and sees himself as head of a huge galactic Federation.

How am I going to watch Picard?

The biggest question on my mind today, after having been anticipating it for so long, is how am I going to watch Star Trek Picard? After having bought a Netflix subscription specifically to watch Discovery, only to find it was utter drivel, I’m reluctant to do the  same for Amazon Prime. The thing is, that is the very reason Amazon commissioned the Picard series in the first place: to get people hooked to their streaming service. As  passionate as I am to see Jean-Luc Picard captaining  a  starship again, I’m loathe to fall for such a trick, especially if it turns out to be as disappointing as Discovery was. (And from what I’ve been heaaring on the web, there’s a  good chance that could be the case). My dilemma thus remains, how am I going to watch  Picard?

Terry Jones dies

The sad news today is that Terry Jones has died, age 77. As a Monty Python fan, I am saddened by this news,  but at least he had a good innings. Seeing Python perform live in 2014 will  always be one of the highlights of my life; at least those guys got to perform together one last time before they began to fade away. Go here for the details.

Outist stupidity put beyond doubt

If ever there was any doubt over whether the people campaigning for brexit are mind-numbingly, staggeringly stupid, what you’ll read here will put an end to it. ”A Brexit Party MEP has raised concerns that the UK will no longer have a voice in Europe on her last day sitting in the EU parliament.” June Mummery MEP tweeted  “The big question now is, who will be here to hold these people to account while they still control Britain’s waters, but the UK has no representation?”  Err, that was the whole point of  what you campaigned for, you moronic cow! The only reason we are losing representation in the European parliament is because idiots like you campaigned for it.

Tweets like this really make you wonder how such obviously moronic people ever got into a position where they could represent the UK on any level. Once you stop laughing, it’s actually quite worrying.

Shopping and Feeling rather special

I think I’ve  described here before how,  after over nine years of going to the Coop in Charlton, I had become quite well known there: every time I went in, a member of staff would come up to me, greet me by name, and  help me get my shopping. Well, I was just in my local Tesco here in Eltham picking up a few pieces, and after only two or three months living here, I’m amused to note that the same thing has started to happen: while they don’t know my name yet, staff there now recognise me, come up to me and help me shop. It’s enough to make me feel rather special.