Posts from 19th March 2004

Mar 04

Once upon a time in the mid-’90s

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Once upon a time in the mid-’90s, I was cruising towards winning a very nice 100/1 fixed odds bet on 4 draws. It would have worked, too, if it hadn’t been for some dumb ref who awarded Tottenham a last-minute, edge-of-the-area free kick when a Leeds player slid in for a tackle only to find the ball bobbling off his thigh and back to the keeper. Spurs scored, which is very rarely a good thing anyway, and my bet was lost.

Now, some parts of the Catholic Church, I am assured, have re-thought their views on suicide. Suicide’s a mortal sin but the thinking is that anyone in enough despair to be suicidal clearly isn’t in their right mind and therefore shouldn’t be held responsible by way of eternal damnation.

I don’t wish to make light of the terrible suffering of suicides and their loved ones, but precisely the same logic is being applied to football’s back pass rule. When it was introduced, all manner of slices and nudges and deflections back to the keeper were adjudged back passes and penalised, sometimes costing innocents like me good money, but now they’re never given. Even the most blatant side-foot back to the goalie passes unnoted. Nobody, after all, is stupid enough to make such a damaging decision, right?

Matt DC has somewhat stolen my thunder on

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Matt DC has somewhat stolen my thunder on this ILX thread about Northfork. You see rather than go on an in depth discussion of this dreamlike collection of impressions which passes itself off as a movie, I was going to mention the “What you talkin’ ’bout Willis” moment. Sadly I will have to do the former.

Northfork is decidedly an Art Movie. In as much as the composition of the shot, the set and scenery are at least as important as any semblance of plot. There is a plot though; the last few residents of a town due to be submerged by a new resevoir are moved on. It is a simple but oddly compelling plot, allowing us vignettes of the kind of oddball characters American Indie films seem to slowly be falling out of love with (not a bad thing in itself). However alongside this relatively straight narrative, we also have the perplexing case of four extreme oddballs in search of angels. Antony Edwards with wooden hands, Daryl Hannah as an armour clad Flower Hercules. Their existance, or lack of, later becomes slightly clearer (clue, check out the dying kids bedside table), but their presence certain adds to the otherworldliness.

What is it all about? There are big themes to be teased out, there are small ones. At the heart of it though is a simple tale of a town, and a boy – which manages not to be too sappy. The Polish Brothers have managed to create, for me at least, an art film in which the unraveling of meaning is as much fun as watching it. Which for me is actually rather rare.

Still, in a bone dry austere movie, the laugh “What you talkin’ ’bout Willis gets” is a blessed relief.