We’ll come to this week’s Musings!
They Shall Not They Grow Old
I mentioned last week that I was off to the cinema to see the Peter Jackson documentary “They Shall Not Grow Old”, a documentary about the Great War timed to remind us of its conclusion 100 years ago this coming November. The viewing I went to was the films premier and included live coverage of the red carpet entrance and interviews followed after the film with a live Q&A session with the man himself, Peter Jackson. In short it was a great evening and the film itself is quite remarkable, as were the various insights provided by Peter during the Q&A.
Once I got rid of the image of Jackson looking remarkably like a Hobbit and focused on what he actually had to say it became apparent very quickly just what an incredible individual he is. Inspired by his own family connections to the war he has produced an amazing film.
It was my intention to provide a more in depth review but the day after the film a BBC critic published his own account so I thought it would be easier to post a link to that instead (See below). The only thing I found myself disagreeing with him on was the length of the film. As a critic I guess he has to say something negative and if this is all he could come up with then it’s rather pathetic. I can only conclude that he has prostate problems as personally, and from talking to one or two people afterwards, they could have bolted on another 3 or 4 hours and it wouldn’t have been too long as far as I am concerned.
Perhaps the thing to note is that the film is due for a more general release around the 11th November and according to the critic is scheduled to be shown on the BBC too.
Each to their own but I would urge anyone to see it.
Think I’m going to have to do a few more WW1 dioramas!
What Goes Around Comes Around!
Money is generally behind everything and so it was when between the years of 1996 to 2005 when I worked at the HSBC Group Management Training College. One of many responsibilities that I had was to manage the training departments multi-million pound budget, something which was much easier said than done.
The biggest problem was the trainers themselves. A great bunch of people and without a doubt the most creative group of individuals that I have ever had the privilege to work with. The problem was that their creativity knew no bounds and they would not be constrained by costs. Although I admired many of their ideas I repeatedly found myself telling them what they couldn’t have and what they could.
It’s probably reasonable to assume that similar situations exist within modelling companies. A designer is sitting there somewhere with all manner of wonderful ideas floating around his/her head. Unfortunately someone somewhere else in the company has a keen eye on a budget, how much a customer is willing to pay and therefore just how much can be invested in design and creativity.
And here I am now moaning from time to time about creativity being restricted by some arsehole who controls a budget!
This week TIM has been listening to …
… The B-52’s and Love Shack, the 12″ Remixed Extended Version. Very fond memories of an office party decades ago … !
This week TIM has been watching …
Inspired by having been to see “They Shall Not Grow Old” I decided to watch “Blackadder Goes Forth”. A classic series and just as funny every time I watch it. If I had to pick a favorite episode then I’d have to go with “Private Plane” featuring Rik Mayall as Lord Flashheart, his character just cracks me up. So, for a bit of nostalgia quite a few Flasheart quotes!
“All right men, let’s do-oo-oo it! The first thing to remember is: always treat your kite like you treat your women … get inside her five times a day and take her to heaven and back”.
“Hey! Any girl who wants to chain herself to *my* railings and suffer a jet movement gets *my* vote!”
Why do you have no underwear, Lord Flash? “Because the pants haven’t been built yet that’ll take the job on!”
“Captain Darling? Funny name for a guy isn’t it? Last person I called darling was pregnant twenty seconds later”.
“Mind if I use your phone? If word gets out I’m missing, five hundred girls will kill themselves. And I wouldn’t want them on my conscience, not when they ought to be on my *face*! Hello? Cancel the state funeral, tell the king to stop blubbing, Flash is not dead! I simply ran out of juice! And before five hundred girls all go ‘oh, what’s the point in living any more?’ I’m talking about petrol! Woof! Send someone along to pick me up. General Melchett’s driver will do, she hangs round with a big knob so she’ll be used to a fellow like me. Woof!
No, not in half an hour you rubber desk-johnny! Send the bitch with the wheels right now or I’ll fly back home and give your wife something to hang her towels on!
Right! Let’s dig out your best booze and talk about me till the car comes!”
“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait a minute. Now I may be packing the kind of tackle that you’d normally expect to find swinging about between the hindlegs of a Grand National winner, but I’m not totally stupid. I’ve got the kind of feeling you’d rather we hadn’t come”.
“Just because I can give multiple orgasms to the furniture just by sitting on it, doesn’t mean that I’m not sick of this damn war: the blood, the noise, the endless poetry”.
Until next time.