My all time favourite single take scene in movies.
I’m an IF customer, have been for 15 years (attracted by their offset mortgage which is the gift that keeps on giving) however one thing that really REALLY annoys me is that when I phone them I use the phone number on their website 0845 609 4343.
Except I always forget and am reminded by a message when I dial that number that it was changed (I’d say, conservatively, 3 years ago) to 0345 609 4343,.
I call infrequently, but every time I do I ask them how they can’t put their own phone number on their website correctly.
“Yes we know and we’ve asked for it to be changed” weary phone operators sigh.
“Yes, but you are called Intelligent Finance” I always reply, frankly only irritating them more.
“Surely this is a very straightforward IT task to change?”
“Yes, we’d have thought so and we keep bringing it up but nobody does anything.” Is the common battle-hardened response.
Sometimes I make a formal complaint so that it will be ‘escalated’.
It makes no difference.
Intelligent Finance remain, in my view, exceptionally unintelligent in this very, very simple administrative requirement.
For complainers like me it too remains the gift that keeps on giving. I’ll be sad in away when and IF they ever change it.
By the way, they also don’t recognise Apple Pay and they don’t have contactless. For a bank called Intelligent Finance I also find this surprising.
I can hardly believe that only 300,000 have viewed this at the time of writing.
It’s a piece called Truth by Kamasi Washington and please find 14 minutes in your life to watch this on fullscreen at full volume.
For those of you who don’t know, Kamasi Washington is an American Jazz Saxophonist and has worked extensively with Kendrick Lamar (on to Pimp a Butterfly. the best album of 2015) and many others.
It’s the final movement in a five movement piece conceived for the Whitney Museum in New York’s 2017 Biennial called Harmony of Difference and the film was directed by A G Rojas , a Barcelona based film director who’s also made videos for the likes of Jack White.
The centrepiece of the film fits the slow movement, within the movement as a whole, and features the longest, slowest zoom and pan you will ever see. Orson Welles would be proud of it.
I first heard this on the amazing Giles Peterson show on BBC 6 Music (it’s a treasure trove of beautiful, jazz, jazz influenced and electronica that makes a Saturday afternoon a very fine thing – or listen to his show in download form on the BBC iPlayer).
Incidentally for the sharp eared among you the central six note theme (that’s introduced on the guitar) is virtually identical to Gorgeous George by Edwin Collins. Not that I am criticising this, but it was nagging away at me as to what I knew it from.
The poster says that Baby Driver is the coolest movie of the summer. I don’t know that that aspiration is king size but in my view it fails to achieve even those unlofty heights.
It is QUITE cool but it’s reliance on music as a key plot device requires the music to be cool as…
The anchor song, Queen’s Brighton Rock, isn’t even Queen’s coolest song. Not by a long way.
The title credits, where our hero (Baby) walks the streets of Atlanta to the sound of Harlem Shuffle is clever as the lyrics pop up as street graffiti, shop names and so on but it’s trying soooo hard.
The car chases are invariably high quality but I felt some of the casting was a bit gash. Love interest, Lily James, doesn’t cut the mustard and Baby (Ansel Elgort) created no real empathy.
But the biggest crime is the OST.
Come on guys you could have done better than that.
Apart from Hocus Pocus by Focus and Egyptian Reggae by Jonathan Richman it was just kind of meh! It ain’t no Tarantino soundtrack.
Now THAT’s cool.
Jamie Foxx is largely unintelligible. But John Hamm and Kevin Spacey put in good, professional efforts.
This movie aspires to coolness, but it left me a little cold.
John Denholm is the master of story telling. He nails it here on Facebook.
The critics (generally) loathe Damien Hirst. They despise his art ‘factory’ They don’t like his populist approach to creating art.
They see him as an arrogant upstart with a pop sensibility.
They mistrust his popularity among ‘consumers’.
I love him.
And I love him even more having made a trip to Venice specially to see his “Treasures from the Wreck of the Unbelievable.”
It’s a massive piss take on an incomprehensible scale. (194 pieces created by 250 craftspeople in 5 countries)
As the show notes state (all a lie) in 2008 a vast wreckage was discovered off the coast of East Africa. A wealthy ex slave, Cif Amotan II, (an anagram of I am a fiction) accumulated a vast collection of artefacts the length and breadth of the ancient world (oh, and Disney). The treasures were brought together on board a ship called the Apisos (translated from Koine Greek as the ‘Unbelievable‘) destined for a purpose built temple the ship sank in the Indian Ocean and lay there for two thousand years before being discovered in 2008.
Many of the pieces (prior to ‘restoration’) are encrusted in barnacles, corals and other marine life.
The show opens with a video of the plundering of the ship’s contents (in actual fact these are Hirst’s creations dropped onto the seabed for immediate recovery. It’s all staged.)
Set in two massive palaces (the Palazzo Grassi and the Punto Della Dogana) you are met in the colossal atrium of Palazzo Grassi by the show’s spectacular centrepiece Demon with a bowl.
It stands 18 metres tall and although it’s made of Resin it appears to be bronze.
Your jaw literally drops.
Then begins the journey.
Most of the pieces are cast in bronze with painted coral and underwater flora and fauna. Some of these are simply breathtaking in their beauty. But there are also pieces made from Jade, Malachite, Gold, Silver, Cararra and Pink marble,
Here we go…
Piss take #1. How exactly did this appear on the floor of the Indian Ocean in 100 AD?
This is stunning.
I mean, at auction these pieces will sell for millions (individually).
This piece is called Andromeda and the Sea Monster and measures 4 metres by 6 metres and is made entirely of bronze.
It’s mind boggling.
This is kind of Goofy. (Piss take #3).
Now he’s taking the Mickey…
…and here it is being ‘recovered’.
And again. (It’s Kate Moss.)
Unknown Pharaoh in Blue Granite, Gold and white agate.
Did the Ancient Egyptians wear nipple rings? I suspect not.
Piss take #4. Look closely.
Piss take #5. Beautiful Pink Marble torso…
…but look at the back of it…
And here’s ‘the collector’
Look at the detailing in this.
It’s miraculous, profound, beautiful, funny and the art critics can talk a walk.
Go see it.
I’m indebted to George Peebles for recounting the story of David Francey who was commentating on a Celtic match in Europe in the sixties.
In a rare moment of non-concentration he missed a goal against Celtic by a Romanian player.
Asking his sidekick for details of the scorer he was met with the response “Fucked If I know”.
His commentary then went “And the scorer was the big blond striker, Fuktifano.”