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When You Have Nothing To Say...

Blog about it. As you, my one demented reader, will know, this has become a rule of mine lately. I spent most of today walking around London, then back from Charing Cross Road to Putney via the Japan Centre and a chip shop. That must have been around ten miles, and I'm feeling happily tired.

What I also wanted to do, before I went to bed, is to repeat my recommendations of Akira Kurosawa. It's a bank holiday weekend here, and I have a very good public library near me, about which I've blogged before. You'll recall that I had a high old time with The Bad Sleep Well, which I watched along with La Regle Du Jeu a couple of weeks ago. This week's fare was schlock--the Last Legion, of which more later-- and awe, in the form of Kurosawa's version of The Idiot, and The Sea is Watching.

Really, if you have the same tastes, I'll stick my neck out and recommend them. The only proviso I'd attach is that I'm only watching them because of The Bad Sleep Well and Hidden Fortress, which are two of the finest films I've seen, and good as they are, I don't think that they are in that category. This is a timewasting blog, though, and, frankly, they'll do. Don't blame me if you fall asleep.

Whilst I'm on the subject of recommendations, by the way, Conservative Cabbie has got some lively debates going on his site, so if you are looking for something to take up slightly less of your time, the talk is fun over there.

All the best for the holiday Monday, if you are having one.

Comments

Anonymous said…

Thanks Martin,
Enjoy the holiday,
Mary

11:18 am

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