Beating on

Arguably the best bit about yesterday’s film were the last lines of the novel played across the screen, ‘So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.’

The rest of it was gaudy and loud and in 3D. The rest of the family thought it was brilliant and that I was some kind of lurking curmudgeon pouring water on their parade.

I see so few films now I am not sure how I end up watching the second rate. Last year I had to spend a Saturday afternoon in the dark watching War Horse and its endless parade of sunsets.

Fifty/sixty years ago a film would be made by a few dozen people, constructed out of cardboard and light an unreal flickering world which required us to suspend the real world for an hour or two whilst the story was told. Those same films now engaged thousands in their make up and come up empty.


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