I only ever write on here when I have something to write about. I don’t get guilty if I haven’t written anything for a while, I just sit back and wait until something comes along which I feel the need to wax lyrical about. It seems, though, that more and more it is somebody’s death which sets the brain in motion – such is the case with Roger Lloyd-Pack. Which, funnily enough, I didn’t even know was his name as he has always just been “Trigger” from Only Fools and Horses. Other than playing a part in The Vicar of Dibley, which I have never watched, I can’t remember him being in anything else. However, after checking, I find he has been in more programmes, films and stage productions than you can shake a stick at – including just about every genre from Catherine Tate to Shakespeare.
I have just finished watching the Life of Pi and I have to say what a brilliant film it is. How the computer people can come up with CGI graphics of that quality is beyond me. In fact, it was quite distracting to begin with because I kept looking for ways of catching them out – looking for some kind of blemish in their work which would give away the fact it was not a real tiger. I could find none. This did not spoil the film for me but the film itself has left me with a feeling of wanting to know more. What did the author of the book, Yann Martel, or the director of the film, Ang Lee, mean with the ending of the story? Is there more to it than you originally think and what of the religious overtones?
I was just watching “Thirteen Days”; the film starring Kevin Costner about the Cuban Missile Crisis, when, right at the end, Bruce Greenwood, playing President Kennedy, was presented with a plague and on it was written; “Oh God, thy sea is so great and my boat is so small”, and I thought wow what a great saying. Kind of like one of those inspirational things you hear every now and again which makes you stop and think. I had to goggle it and apparently it is from a small prayer known as the Breton Fisherman’s Prayer.
I can’t get used to that number. When I was growing up as a child I loved science-fiction. Books, films, television – you name it and I enjoyed it. 2001: A Space Odyssey, Space: 1999, Gerry Anderson’s marvellous UFO. They all predicted the future where space travel was common place. We drove round in these fantastic, futuristic cars and no one worked; we just had one long holiday with cyborgs looking after us. Now all those dates are in the past and none of the predictions came to much.
Back in the days of my adolescence, the first erotic film went on general release in the UK. It starred Sylvia Kristel in the title role of Emmanuelle. The film told the story of a bored but sexually promiscuous housewife following her diplomat husband to Asia and how she fills her days with dreamy, soft-focus tête-à-têtes. The following years spawned umpteen sequels but it was the first film that affected my youthful mind. I was in love with Sylvia Kristel, not because she was the most beautiful person I had ever seen but because she was a dirty little minx.
One of my favourite films is Fried Green Tomatoes at The Whistle Stop Café. It tells the story of Evelyn Couch and the problems she is facing in her marriage to a man more interested in watching sports on the television than anything to do with her. Then, while visiting a relative in a nursing home, she meets Ninny Threadgoode; another old lady in a nursing home living in the past. However, her story of Idgie Threadgoode, a young woman in 1920’s Alabama, is about to change Evelyn’s life forever.