Truthfully, indifference can often settle itself into the brain of one who reads plentifully. Even ostensibly ‘great’ literature can fail to announce itself beyond a recognition that it is expertly constructed, and that it contains all of the correct literary machinery. Then there are books like ANIMALIA.
Last night, Stephen Colbert told his audience: ‘It’s only March, and 2020 has done the impossible: Made me nostalgic for 2019.’ But nobody in his audience laughed because they were all dead. Or at home. It isn’t clear at the moment, because I haven’t read the news.
It is strangely reminiscent of old episodes of The Office – when watching the breakout series Gourmet Makes (Claire Saffitz) and It’s Alive with Brad Leone, the camera people and editors are the real heroes, comically overplaying spats, zooming in on oddities happening in the background and onomatopoetically subtitling verbal glitches by the hosts.
Book 1: Tokyo Ueno Station
In a world where information passes as knowledge, and association is so frequently confused with causation, Once Upon a Time in Hollywood provides a diverting, if not entirely satisfactory fantasy.
Bower is on familiar territory when he gets on to the sex life of his unhappy victim: he pounces with the salacious information that Corbyn once had an affair with a member of his inner circle. Is it Dianne Abbot? Yes. Is it that one about how he brought his friends round to reveal her splayed out naked on his bed? Yes.
Machines Like Me is not a bad novel. Nor is it good, but somewhere in between. It exists in some literary limbo where the novels of Julian Barnes sulk like abandoned children.
Uniting Johnno and Spanner is a love of music – high tempo, electronic, frankly quite terrible music.
John Wick: Chapter 3 – Parabellum | Directed by Chad Stahelski | Action | 2h 10m
It’s brutal, bloody violence. There’s no cutting away to spare the audience the detail.
On Leonardo, Kemp has produced paper after paper, book after book. But this one is different: this one is a memoir – the sum of his career, of his life’s devotion. What a shame, then, that it is so poorly written.
Avengers: Endgame | Directed by Joe and Anthony Russo | Action, Adventure, Fantasy | 3h 1m
ENDGAME surprises principally in how much time it spends looking back, rather than forward. This is not a movie much interested in establishing what’s to come next.
The city retains something that has faded from Paris and Barcelona and Berlin: it has not yet become a self-parody, and that makes it real, and that in turn makes it, for tourists and travellers at least, worth a visit.