Friday, February 17, 2017

The Bat is back

And he's made all of Lego [trademark]!
Following on from his immense popularity in The LEGO Movie, Batman gets his own role in The Lego Batman Movie.  And its brilliant as it is created by people who don't just love LEGO but also love Batman - the character, the tropes and the history.  People who know how to make Batman's legendary po-faced demeanour funny.
Like with LEGO with its almost infinite combinations, there must be a thousand plus mini-jokes in this film, promoting rewatching.  They also take Batman on a narrative that he's never encountered before, primarily by making his adult character have the personality of a 15-year old.
The makers also right wrongs - Billy Dee Williams comes back as Harvey Dent/Twoface after being paid off from his film contract by Joel Schumacher so Schumacher could draft in an OTT Tommy Lee Jones for Batman Forever.  Dee Williams only gets a few lines to himself as the main action is between Batman and Joker but it's a nice touch all the same.
If I have criticisms, they don't really detract from the movie that much.  The opening set piece is a little cluttered and hard to know exactly who is whacking who.  The daleks (yes, they make an appearance, alongside Ctulhu, Voldemort, Jaws, Jurassic Park dinosaurs, King Kong, Agent Smith from the Matrix) are called 'British robots' - presumably to avoid copyright but inaccurate as they are cyborgs (but Cyborg has already appeared so that might have been confusing).   They could have been called British alien thingies.  Product placement is a bit too prominent but also subverted (they whip out an iPhone, which is twice their size!).
Watching it with my young daughter at the cinema, me enjoying it on my level while she enjoyed it on hers, is something that cannot be replicated.
Overall, five out of five.

Thursday, February 09, 2017

2017 taking over where 2016 left off

Wow first post of 2017.

Yesterday Tara Palmer-Tomkinson (or T-P-T as she preferred to be known, though it sounds like a defoliating chemical used by the US Army during the Vietnam War) died, aged merely 45-years old.  By some strange co-incidence I had been thinking about this celebrity relic from the 1990s yesterday morning.
I was dressing my little daughter for her pre-school and I was lamenting the bruises on her legs.  It made me recall T-P-T explaining her choice of footwear reflected a neurotic desire to hide her ankles which she professed to be 'ugly'.  My daughter's legs were covered by the regulation woollen tights.
It is just a coincidence because although T-P-T was discovered yesterday, neighbours had not seen her dead.  First thoughts of mine was that it was a drug overdose, given her detailed descriptions of cocaine use and other substance abuse.  Yet she had been diagnosed with a non-malignant brain tumour in 2013.  So her death is currently unexplained.  It reminds me of the film Ivan's XTC (derived from a Dostoevsky novella) about a hedonistic Hollywood agent (played by Danny Huston) who dies suddenly.  The industry and his associates (he doesn't really have friends) at a loss to explain it and with a need to gossip about it assume it was an overdose or that Ivan had AIDS.  It never crosses anyone's mind that he might have succumbed to something as prosaic (to them) as cancer.
T-P-T brief flit across the news sky was far less important than the Swedish statistician Hans Rosling.  Effortlessly charismatic, he desired to create a more fact-based world.  I first encountered him at university, not in person but on a programme he had done.  I later saw him on Newsnight explaining why global population growth will plateau using toilet rolls.  T-P-T died at 45 but she had little to contribute to the public sphere in the first place and nothing now.  But Rosling dying at 68 is too young for he could have been extolling the benefits of his knowledge for another decade and more, inspiring countless numbers to follow where he had led.
Also of immeasurable importance though from the past was Alan Simpson, one half of a writing duo with Ray Galton, producing memorably Hancock's Half Hour and Steptoe and Son.  He has died aged 87.  There are tributes galore but his working life had concluded.  There was me thinking yesterday was a slow news day and then these three tragedies in their own way occur.