September 27, 2013 · 12:01 am
What a killer smile.
I want a film that delivers a punch. Being winded can be… good. But throwing up probably isn’t.
I’ve seen films that made me switch off, walk out, pass out (only to wake with a crowd around me, thankful the floor was sprung and I’d had the sense to bring a nurse. No didn’t go anywhere. Probably seemed too much like work for her) and weep. And then there’s the one to which I always return.
I let (well, ok, kinda tricked) my Top Boy into watching the other evening at home). You might be able to work out the film title from our conversation over the opening titles and scenes.
HIM: “Wait a minute, you never told me it was black and white.”
ME: “It’s still good though.”
a little later…
HIM: “Aw no. You didn’t tell me it was all in French.”
ME: “It’s not all in French.” (No, some of it is in Arabic. – I didn’t say that bit aloud.)
HIM: “Are we going to have to read subtitles in English all the way through?”
ME: “It’s not all English subtitles.” (Some of them are in Italian. Shhh.)
Can you tell what it is yet kids? (As a certain entertainer, whose reputation is currently on a knife edge, might ask.)
Here are two more clues. The cast includes only one professional actor. Got it? And it was recommended viewing in the Pentagon in recent years. Now you’ve got it Continue reading →
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June 22, 2012 · 12:01 am
See – I told you it was a tank. This British Centurion tank was out during Operation Motorman. So perhaps it was a tank I saw. The photo is by Eamon Melaugh – click on the pic for more of his work.
Memory is tricky. Childhood memories even trickier.
Which memories are real. Which are from stories or photographs?
Top Boy shares his first memory with me. He was running up and down the street in from of our house. Past houses, back past houses, back past houses again, then past a house with a low white wall and a blue triangular prismatic top… (the shape details are quite extensive and go on for some time, so I’ve skipped them – funnily enough he’s now a big science fan) …then he fell over and hurt his knee. What happened next? Doesn’t remember.
Mine is one of these. I don’t know which.
1. When I was five (or thereabouts) we moved house from a more troubled to a less troubled area of Belfast. I don’t remember anything before or during the journey until we turned onto the new street. It was more shaded, quieter, greener, with trees and hedges. I remember that. Nothing before. Except maybe for…
2. Seeing my first tank. Very exciting. Big. High. Wide. Dark, maybe green but definitely spattered with white paint. On the road outside the Busy Bee shopping centre in Belfast Continue reading →
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