Did you know that every single thing that happens in South America which eludes the descriptive powers of a foreign journalist can be placed under the rubric of ‘magic realism‘? Or, as an alternative, they can always say that it was like something out of a Gabriel García Márquez novel.
Archive for December 2nd, 2006
I spend most of the week cursing the fact that I don’t have time to blog anything, and then when it comes to the weekend, when I do have a bit of a time, I end up doing anything and everything to avoid sitting down to blog something.
For instance, I went to B&Q today for a depleted uranium-tipped drill bit, as I was having a bit of bother putting up some blinds. The drill bit I had been using was not boring enough.
You should see the blinds now. They look lovely. Oh yes.
Last night I watched The Wind That Shakes The Barley. The problem about watching films these days is that your response to them gets conditioned by what you hear about them in the press beforehand. For instance, as I was walking on my way to see Volver on its first day of release some months back, I heard a film reviewer on Newstalk 106 describe it as “the best foreign film since Amelie”, which is a bit like a waiter telling you that the spaghetti neri on the menu are almost as delicious as a Pot Noodle. This can be hard to put out of your mind, and I spent most of the masterful Volver half expecting an accordion to strike up.
In the case of The Wind That Shakes The Barley, it was the flatulent indignation from the usual sources about its historical distortions, its omission of certain points of view, its apparent propaganda value, blah blah. Despite this, I ended up engrossed. It’s a compelling dramatisation of the deformations of empire, and infinitely better than the dire Michael Collins, the last Irish film to rouse a comparable level of controversy. I might write a longer review, if I get the time in the run up to Christmas.