The World War I Centenary Memorial is completed, but the opening service is formulaic and doesn’t try to celebrate the stories of the fallen. D-Day 75th anniversary is flat too. A poignancy comes from the funeral of a man who after 25 years living on the streets, had found peace in a flat provided by Nottingham City Homes.
A depressing national political situation – – Trump visits London and invokes supporters on the streets that never were; – the Conservative candidates to be next Prime Minister see them all committing to Brexit by 31st October, when it’s still not clear the country could achieve it; – the criticism ventured focusses on a new Prime Minister not being returned via a General Election, when it is what our constitution allows and has been the case more often than not; – all but one of the Conservative candidates advocates big increases on public spending and the lost revenue from tax giveaways to corporations and banks is mentioned by no-one; – Jo Brand apologised for a joke about throwing acid (that BBC Radio decided to transmit) which was a relief cos people had taken it literally, and the remark was a tad too close to a potential reality, but it prompted a debate about the death of metaphor and the power of outrage; – Labour continues to struggle with the charge of anti-Semitism when an MP who supported party members expelled for anti-Semitism and said the party was too apologetic on the matter, is first let back in so he can be re-selected, and then suspended again in response to the outcry; – we have to make a stand for RSE and we have to remind people about the injustice toteh Windrush generation. More positive was the celebrations of our green spaces and the launch of a book to campaign on climate change. Britain was wet, Arnold was flooded, Europe suffered a fierce heatwave and the Earth recorded its hottest June.
Locally, progress is reported at the new Area 5 committee on car parking solutions for Bridgeway Shopping Centre, which also now has improved camera coverage. The Bridgeway GP practice celebrated new rooms and facilities. Reports on crime is positive overall, but some bizarre incidents including a hit and run on Bathley Street. The tram’s finances improves. The electric bus service from Queens Drive park & ride are replaced by the NCT Navy 49, which means Meadows Way west loses its most local buses again. I’ve tried to be upbeat about what further major improvements to public transport are possible at joint committees.
Diary of the month. Arts include – “Support The Girls”, “Design for Living”, “Sunset”, “Diamintino”, “One Night in Miami”, “The Keeper”. Nice exhibits by Nottingham College design students. Sports: England’s cricket team, Tottenham and England’s male football team are all below par; England’s women win 5 games in the World Cup without conceding a goal, but the Cameroon game brings out something ugly. A spate of wet weather means the triathlon adopted a swim-free format, but the crowds are driven away nevertheless.
The general manager of a bar / restaurant staffed by young women in cropped shirts and shorts has the day of days (see wiki) leading to her dismissal and then her staff taking revenge for her. The dialogue is a tad quick and the problems sometimes hard to understand (or perhaps hear), so the plot is a tad depressing rather than funny – not one laugh at the showing I attended – so perhaps a worthwhile drama rather than a comedy. (In describing what constitutes good comedy, I’ve hear that it’s not cruel, but sympathetic, empathetic, and shows engagement, and the ability to see yourself in the position of all the characters. Oh, and there should be 6 laugh out loud moments.) The ire shown is vented more at the owner and the husband rather than as The Guardian suggests, the clientele. And sadly, no sense of formal rights at the workplace – instead staff end up screaming from a rooftop.
An early ’30s Noel Coward play which wasn’t played in Britain until 1939 cos of concern about British censors. Cos it focussed on a 2 men and a woman who all love each other. Billed as a comedy, but hard to pull off when 3 of the 6 scenes feature the hurt of 3 different partners being dumped – and not without some cruelty. Unfamiliarity with the story and the accents (yep, and I’m not always interested in the fate of the upper class) means you have to listen – and when a joke was dropped in about the cleaner’s 2nd husband having moved away to Nottingham, which was a fate much the same as the 1st husband who had died, some of the audience tittered, but the rest of us were trying to work out whether Coward had written the line and why (but he hadn’t). Produced by Nottingham Lace Market. Wiki. Nottingham Post. Original script.
Pleased to support RSE day and to have signed the statement signed by the 50 Nottingham Labour city councillors. Have been disappointed with the picket at the Birmingham school, organised by people who are mis-representing what RSE education does at Key Stage 1. Pleased to see the school’s local MP Jess Phillips make a stand there, and standing for “everyone’s equalities”. Lilian Greenwood MP has been active too, taking part in last night’s Parliamentary debate. Assuming if school doesn’t teach things, kids won’t know anything else is a very bad assumption – cast your mind back to some of the nonsense your mates told you when you were kids.
Beautiful sets and photography; high quality sound (although a tad distracting). A distinctive approach to framing the lead actor. But awful. A mystery drama, but a mystery mainly cos the dialogue consists of people not having conversations and not answering others’ questions. Apparently to enjoy it you have let go of such basics. Yeah, right, Pretentious City, Arizona. Irritating. Worse, the lead actor is constrained in her emotions – she’s pretty much always staring strength past the camera. All she’s allowed to do is be told not to do something; behave like she will heed the advice; and then do it anyway. Irritating. Then as a critique of the Austro-Hungarian Empire in decay, it fails cos it doesn’t tell that story. Bewildering. For all this, I blame the director. A rare film – cos it’s very rare I can’t recommend a film to anyone. Its only achievement is to expose movie reviewers who can’t see the obvious.