11.39 Toyah is at work on her autobiography while I am preparing public statements & announcements to accompany DGM's next step. We are both very busy, Toyah filming & myself with DGM tasks to discharge, but we've also had time for fun.
Yesterday afternoon we walked into the centre of town and, on impulse, went to see Austin Powers II. English reviews have been generally encouraging, even appreciative of its silliness. My critical acuities as regards movies are probably more in suspension than anyone I know, with the possible exception of my Sister. But Powers II was terrible. I fell asleep several times.
Interesting phenomenon: yesterday, for the first time since she's been in Glasgow, Toyah was stared at, followed, and approached all over town. Until now, she's been allowed her space.
"Under Seige" with Terton Rinpoche was BBC1's Friday night action movie, coincidentally coinciding with 3 other Seagal features on Sky Moviemax (but past my bedtime). The climax fight between Terton & Tommy Lee Jones was edited: where Terton sticks his knife in Tommy's head & then pushes his head into a computer screen, Tommy was just smashed into the computer screen sans cranial knife. And, just before the big fight, Tommy & Terton recognise each other but we're left to guess how & from where. Was Tommy the character whose bad intelligence resulted in Terton's Seal team getting killed during the invasion of Panama?
My Sister & I long ago accepted that one of the mixed joys of B movies is figuring out all the discontinuities & irregularities of plot and character, even to the extent that Sister interrogates me as to how a particularly unconvincing line of development might actually be credible. I remind her, at our age, it's absurd that we should try to make sense of filmic nonsense.
"In popular culture, the musician calls on the highest part in all of us.
In mass culture, the musician addresses the lower parts of what we are."
