Let’s take a break from all the DtheT/crazier bashing and talk about something else – say Brexit and Mr. Glass..
Credit must be given to Boris Johnson for giving it the old college try in persuading a Parliament that clearly loathes EVERYBODY to vote for his NEW AND IMPROVED! version of an agreement with the EU. But, alas, it came to naught, as Parliament wouldn’t support it. As John Adams said about the Continental Congress debating the Declaration of Independence, The Consequence of this is, that Business is drawn and spun out to an immeasurable Length. I believe if it was moved and seconded that We should come to a Resolution that Three and two make five We should be entertained with Logick and Rhetorick, Law, History, Politicks and Mathematicks, concerning the Subject for two whole Days, and then We should pass the Resolution unanimously in the Affirmative.
But in this case, I doubt Parliament could pass a resolution on the topic – it would likely be split, invoking quantum physics and alternate universes. So what does Boris do? He sends the formal request to the EU, invoking Parliament’s wishes for an extension, and then slapped a cover letter on it telling them not to approve it. Now you gotta admit, that’s ballsy!
They need a second referendum, but they’re afraid to have one, because they know Brexit would be soundly defeated, and they would have wasted three years trying to make it so. Now that’s what I call a mess!
Then there’s the HBO 8:00 movie of the week, Mr. Glass. Having watched the other two in the series – Unbreakable and Split, which were fairly good, I was expecting something better than what was presented by M. Night. It was achingly slow, repetitive, with no buildup of tension and an obvious subplot that anybody with half a noodle could see coming. But it’ll likely make another $300 million for the studio – because anything in a franchise draws in you young whippersnappers. Please – develop some discernment and taste!
After it was over, Brother John and I watched the last 40 minutes of Chinatown. Now that was a movie. I would argue Robert Towne’s screenplay for that film is the finest piece of writing for the movies ever! Only The English Patient as prose and Lincoln in the Bardo as – I don’t know what! – beats his writing. And that’s saying something..both were shortlisted for the best of the best – the 50th anniversary Booker prize award. Ms. Margaret Atwood just shared it with another woman this year, of course for The Testaments. Haven’t read it yet..will do so after I finish the Clemmie book, retitled Heaven is a House in South Miami. Coming soon..