What’s the best way to snipe at the middle classes? You stare at the screen. Pick your nose. And look at my words blankly. The middle classes? I ask again and you scratch your head, and move to click to another website…
Monday, 22 December 2014
Friday, 12 December 2014
The film feels a little strange. It feels… We grasp for an image as it flies past the window. Stretching out we…we strain, we grab, we…we…we’ve got it! Bringing it back into the room we open our hands and see: a crazy editor high on amphetamines. Cutely diminutive he trembles in our palms. “What’s wrong”, we ask. “The director was odd and manic, and I couldn't stand it so I started taking a shed-load of tablets halfway through the editing.” He became frenetic with insight and he cut with woeful extravagance; scene after scene falling to the floor, where they waited for the cleaner and her big black bag. She never missed a morning. Always there at six o’clock each day.