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alexsarllKinsey lapses at times into the standard Hollywood biopic template, but never quite becomes the Comic Strip version of events it could so easily have been. Neeson's a perfect lead - he's not the hunk a studio might have preferred, but he has sufficient charisma that watching him 'at it' isn't painful, and sufficient talent to carry off the complexities of a role that sometimes verges on unlikeable. He's also subtle enough that he doesn't need to grandstand (much) to let us see that Kinsey was a bloody hero. At great cost to himself, this man helped drag the US (and by extension, the world) out of a dark age to which many would still like to return us.
(And for those of us who've seen all the superhero films, it's amusing to see Batman's mentor bumming Robin, all paid for by a grant from Curt Connors.)
Attempting to film Saint Trinian's, on the other hand, was never going to work. Ronald Searle's cartoons are immortal - even animating them would be as pointless as those short-lived Far Side animations. Attempting to turn them into real people? Wouldn't even work in the era of Sin City, and certainly didn't in the fifties. Seriously, what were they thinking? Did they also try to film Molesworth, or Grecian urns?
Still, at least I now realise where Daphne & Celeste got their name.
Newsnight showed the item on Soho I thought I'd missed, in which one dealer sensibly responded to residents' complaints by pointing out that they knew what the area was like when they moved in - "it's fvcking S0d0m and Gomorrah round here". He didn't seem a particularly pleasant chap, but I was on his side in this matter even before I saw that the crusading councillor is the sort of person who uses Excel when he should be using Access. But this was not the show's highlight, and nor was Ed Miliband showing a TV manner which makes Charles Clarke look like a born presenter. Oh no.
We got to see Jeremy Paxman versus Jon Snow. I mean, shouldn't that have been trailed for weeks ahead of time? That's a crossover classic. Even without the moment when Paxman intimated that he'd like to garotte George Galloway, this would have been What Television Is For. But it did not stand alone - beforehand Jeremy was on Jermyn Street asking about ties, for all the world like Viv Stanshall asking whether shirts had a future. And afterwards, it was Strip Newsnight, with Paxman taking his tie off as he read out today's headlines. Madness! Epochal madness, at that!
I'm off work tomorrow, so don't expect me online - though if anyone's going to see Antony & the Johnsons in the evening, you might see me there. And at some point over the weekend I think I may go see that giant desk on the Heath.
(And for those of us who've seen all the superhero films, it's amusing to see Batman's mentor bumming Robin, all paid for by a grant from Curt Connors.)
Attempting to film Saint Trinian's, on the other hand, was never going to work. Ronald Searle's cartoons are immortal - even animating them would be as pointless as those short-lived Far Side animations. Attempting to turn them into real people? Wouldn't even work in the era of Sin City, and certainly didn't in the fifties. Seriously, what were they thinking? Did they also try to film Molesworth, or Grecian urns?
Still, at least I now realise where Daphne & Celeste got their name.
Newsnight showed the item on Soho I thought I'd missed, in which one dealer sensibly responded to residents' complaints by pointing out that they knew what the area was like when they moved in - "it's fvcking S0d0m and Gomorrah round here". He didn't seem a particularly pleasant chap, but I was on his side in this matter even before I saw that the crusading councillor is the sort of person who uses Excel when he should be using Access. But this was not the show's highlight, and nor was Ed Miliband showing a TV manner which makes Charles Clarke look like a born presenter. Oh no.
We got to see Jeremy Paxman versus Jon Snow. I mean, shouldn't that have been trailed for weeks ahead of time? That's a crossover classic. Even without the moment when Paxman intimated that he'd like to garotte George Galloway, this would have been What Television Is For. But it did not stand alone - beforehand Jeremy was on Jermyn Street asking about ties, for all the world like Viv Stanshall asking whether shirts had a future. And afterwards, it was Strip Newsnight, with Paxman taking his tie off as he read out today's headlines. Madness! Epochal madness, at that!
I'm off work tomorrow, so don't expect me online - though if anyone's going to see Antony & the Johnsons in the evening, you might see me there. And at some point over the weekend I think I may go see that giant desk on the Heath.
