OK, so I did do some work this morning. Hard work at that.
Then I met me old mucker David for lunch at 99 Hanover St. Quite good food but nothing to particularly write blogs about.
After that the adventure began.
We set out to ‘do’ the Edinburgh International Film Festival.
First up a series of shorts called Idle Hands.
Idle fucking film making more like. The guy who set it up virtually apologised about the fact that the screenings may, or may not, have a theme.
Anyway the depression started with an Israeli 26 minute film about an old guy who’d been fired from a print factory and couldn’t deal with it so kept going back to work. Well acted and totally fucking miserable. Shred of Hope it was called.
Aye, we had a shred of hope that things might get more interesting. (Being as they couldn’t get any more worthy.)
An Australian 18 minuter about the most depressing fucker you’ve ever come across in your life. Brilliantly acted but ended in deep confusion and, of course, depression.
Then the piece de resistance a Turkish ‘thing’. I mean you couldn’t call it entertainment; or art. It was just total pish, luckily only 14 minutes long, and called ‘the slope’. Aye the slippery fucking slope. It consisted of a chronically badly filmed travelogue of a Turkish guy walking slowly up a slope to his work as a hospital porter, working, then going back home down the bleeding slope.
And the worst of it was the guys who made it had come along and were sitting right behind us.
Well, the applause at the end of the screening was deaf. (Note the lack of the suffix -enning.)
The film grading, editing, cinematography, music, direction and script were utterly rank.
It was, however, saved by being only 14 minutes long.
Despite this I had to wake David up twice.
The final instalment of total and utter depression was a French farce about a guy working as a pizza delivery man but having delusions of sitting in boardrooms. Frankly, you don’t wanna know any more. We gave it till half time.
After that it got worse. We switched from The Filmhouse to Cineworld to see a piece of boring shit from Sweden called “the King of Ping Pong.”. (Correction; pretentious, tedious, boring shit.)
It’s about being a kid, fat, hating yopur parents, confusion and stuff.
Take my advice,
Nah, Pish posh.