This weekend Felicity came back
from Perth (long story) and had the weekend off work. I expected her to
want me to do something with her, or to have some tasks organised for
me. As it happened, there was talk of a building project for the
tortoise and his pond (there's a tale), but Kato had volunteered to
look into that, so I was off the hook. So cinema beckoned, the
advantage of cinema being that it is a way of going out together that
does not require speaking to each other. That sounds bad, but after 30
odd years together, looks and nods are often all we need. We didn't get
to the cinema anyway.
Sunday, Felicity thought we would do some gardening, but she did it all,
because I had not slept all night (old insomnia problem) and was a bit
slow, and had some personal matters to attend to.
In the afternoon, we had been invited to Hello Sailor, the guided walk
through the gay history of Port Adelaide, part of the Feast festival, the gay and lesbian celebration of the arts, but we didn't quite get it together to get there.
(Kato wanted me to be his engineer for some recordings, which made us
run a tad late). So we did get to the cinema after all.
We saw Kiss Kiss Bang Bang. Excellent!
What a genre-bending, post-modern trip! Is it a Raymond Chandler rip-off? The titles suggest a lineage.
On reflection, I realised it had actually taken half a dozen Chandler
plots and mashed them all into a 21st Century context. I'll have to see
it again, to spot the references!
But even in terms of genre, everything was up for grabs. Is it a
romantic comedy, a heist movie, a buddy film, a mystery, a film noir,
or what?
All the conventions of whatever genre you might settle on are
questioned, as you are taken through a humorous, rather than funny,
ride through a very self-referential and self-conscious exploration of old
filmic forms. Check the narration!
I loved it.
10:41:24 PM 
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