I’m crap at reviewing films (I’m pretty bad at reviewing music, as well, to be honest!). I think it’s because I enjoy the immersion aspect of watching them so much that when I resurface I can’t really distance myself from what I’ve been watching. In other words, I have ZERO critical faculties.<\/p>\n
Don’t go to the cinema these days because it involves baby sitters and if you get a babysitter you want to, y’know, go out<\/em> and get drunk and have conversations with each other which don’t revolve around the flat falling to pieces, imminent financial meltdown and the daughter’s pathological attraction to dangerous objects.<\/p>\n But we did rent City of God<\/strong> the other night. You’ve probably seen it already, but it’s great isn’t it? Utterly futile and depressing and chocka with soul-destroying senseless violence, but fantastic all the same – the glimmer of human creativity and consciousness emerging from underneath the hellishness.<\/p>\n I was conscious of all that stuff when we were in Brazil – it’s impossible to avoid it in most places, but obviously we stayed pretty much away from the hard-edged favellas. With a couple of notable exceptions, like ending up in the middle of nowhere one night after we’d been looking for Ronnie Biggs’ place.<\/p>\n You could do tourist trips into the favellas, but this just seemed like the most grotesque “bedlam” voyuerism to us. It was bad enough watching 8 year old kids sniffing glue in the centre of Rio without showing up in da ghetto and snapping away.<\/p>\n I should probably excavate the diary I wrote and stick some bits up here…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I’m crap at reviewing films (I’m pretty bad at reviewing music, as well, to be honest!). I think it’s because I enjoy the immersion aspect of watching them so much that when I resurface I can’t really distance myself from what I’ve been watching. In other words, I have ZERO critical faculties. Don’t go to …<\/p>\n