Thursday [10]

This is not a rant, it’s just a ramble, so skip over it if you’re too busy.  It starts with this picture:

What are your first thoughts?  Her state of being well fed? Mine were that I wonder if she’s a raving feminist.  That concern is vying with ‘natural’ chivalry.  Shirley most men would step up and ask, ‘Which one?’ get it and give it to her … if it’s a her of course.

Well all right, maybe if it were a man too, definitely if it were a kid.  This ties in with the OoL post.  

However, that’s not what this post is about.  It’s just that she seems average, standard, approachable, unlike a nostril snorting imported yoof with concealed knife and hatred for whitey, plus no reason to be living in this land.  There I go again.

What this post is about is Groundhog Day (1993).  That film has been reviewed more times than I’ve had hot dinners and there are no plans to run it again here in the foreseeable.

Yet there are great characterisations all the way through, from paedo island Murray to horrible Andie Whateversheis … the characterisations are sooo good because they’re playing themselves.

But it’s the sad, ordinary folk who get to me most.  Not the rednecks in the bar … they’re ok.  No, take for example Ned Ryerson (?), the insurance salesman … is our equivalent the double glazing salesman?

Poor Ned.  Bill Murray, celeb, is insured up to the neck no doubt.  Along comes Ned, hails Murray. To the blank stare, he says, ‘Ned!  Ned Ryerson!  Don’t you remember …’ etc.  A networker, our Ned, not unlike Rebekah Brooks.

Sad case.  What’s that Arthur Miller play again about a salesman?  Very, very sad.  Always up against it, sometimes lands a sign-up, more often TV takeout in a motel room.

Then the sad photographer Larry, chatting up some bird at the gathering, trotting out the endless line about, ‘Some people think photography’s just point and shoot … nah …’ goes on to explain the science.  And it is a science or art too, so why is he speaking that way?  Undermines a fine field of endeavour.

Thing is, there are zillions of people never satisfied, never happy, like most wimmin (oops, sorry), can’t bear to be missing out on something better.  Why?  I quite agree that if things are not liveable, do change them, immediately … but then be happy if it’s comfortable … until some bstd comes along and tries to take it away.

That photo I ran earlier of that unhappy woman … haunts me.