Only Lovers Left Alive
I think DLL has bit of an action-film
thing going on. “What actually happens in this?” she asked. The
answer is, actually, quite a lot, but it isn't Blade. It's
easy-paced, laconic, like the other Jim Jarmusch films I've seen. The
couple at the centre of things have been lovers for centuries, as
vampires are all but immortal. Co-stars include an almost deserted
Detroit. There's some great, droll lines. The wild-child younger
sister turns up, trashes the place, and drains their friend:
“You've drank Ian.”
“Yeah. And now I feel sick.”
“I'm not surprised. You knew he was
in the music industry.”
Marlowe not only wrote Shakespeare's
plays, but, being another vampire, is still around to discuss the
finer details. After hundreds of years, naturally an interest in
music means developing virtuoso skills and the ability to write
original music, as well as a collection of vintage instruments.
The scenes are mainly indoor and pretty
claustrophobic. Well, what do you expect when sunlight is a deadly
enemy. When the cameras go outside, the almost deserted city of
Detroit provides an eerie backdrop.
There's some great and frightening
photos here:
Someone's brother-in-law must have a
fracking company
Or we're governed by idiots. Just when
we need to look more and more at clean and renewable energy, just
when we need to be focusing on real solutions and increasing the
efficient use of the fossil fuels we burn, Cameron's looking to
quietly pass a law allowing the fracking companies access to whatever
underground areas they like, even if they're under your house or
garden.
Just when we've had the wettest summer,
and then the wettest winter since records began, just when sink holes
are opening up all over the place, just as we start to realise that
climate change's unexpected effects will include the tectonic, the
volcanic, the extinction of species we depend on, they're looking to
give freedom to do whatever they like, below ground, wherever they
want to.
Unless the idea is to line their own
pockets, the idea's absurd in the extreme. It's like deliberate
sabotage or getting decisions wrong for the hell of it. It's
inexplicable, and it's mad.
Borderline?
Talking of mad, the revenue's going to
sell taxpayer details to commercial enterprises with an interest in
the information.
One of their own described the idea as
“borderline insane”.
Where's the 'borderline' come from?
Before anyone claims it's all
super-safe, we received the details of a lady's problems with, and
alleged debt to the DWP when disputing their claim against MM. The
amount in question is minimal. Her name was vaguely similar to MM's.
The way a banana is vaguely similar to a battleship.
Yeah. Trust's in short supply.
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