In search of the ultimate ironing picture.
Just writing words.
500 words or so on 'The Great Beauty'
'The Great Beauty' starts quiet, serene, achingly beautiful as the camera strolls round a church, casting its gaze on passersby and a singing ensemble - before someone falls down dead. We're greeted by the words 'Our journey is entirely imaginary, which is its strength.'
The serene is shattered by the raucously joyful, if not what will be soon be seen as the superficial. Into this joyful, dancing chaos, comes Jep, slowly twirling…
500 words or so on 'Jackie Brown'
It may be a mans, mans, mans world, but Jackie is taking it and walking off with it.
Some pictures are irrelevantly plotted. Some pictures are immaculately plotted. Few are both. ‘Jackie Brown’ is. Its a hangout, its a heist picture. Its unrequited love and payback and blaxploitation and pulp. Its an ironing picture - the best kind of picture.
Jackie’s had enough. Plans are afoot, and Jackie says this:
'Well, I’ve flown…
Every viewings a joy.
Small, wonderful blink and miss it moment - Caz Dolowitz, the epitome of inconvenienced fury, angrily barging his way through the crowds to give a stern talking to to whoever’s fucking up his trains - stops for the briefest of moments to get a little smile out of a young baby carried by their mother; like a quiet granda and their favourite grandwean.