King Kong (1933)
Despite looking like an man in my gorilla suit, Kong is in many ways more realistic here. After all, he is a gorilla in the city and doesn’t understand. He also jealously keep his woman like a possession rather than some illiterate poet which the other films claim.
Faye Wray acts like she is genuinely scared rather than disappointed at lost love. And the death is more convincing too. Kong doesn’t understand seeing his own blood or feeling his dying body. Sure it’s hammy but I liked it.
And he looks like Danny Glover on mushrooms!
Undoubtedly the most incredible story I have heard this year is learning about Philippe Petit, the French street performer who crossed the gap between the two former Twin Towers in New York in 1974.
At the time they were completed in terms of stature but the inside was still being worked on. Without an official sanction and in secret, Petit and his crew created fake I.D. card and smuggled the equipment into the building.
They passed a 450lb steel cable between the Twin Towers and at 715am, Petit stepped out on to the wire using a 7.9m steel rod for balance and crossed the 43m gap, over 400metres above the streets of Manhattan.
Even the arresting NYPD officer stated at the time, “Unbelievable really….[E]verybody was spellbound in the watching of it.”
Like the French Spiderman free climber Alain Roberts, I salute you, you crazy French fucker.
Looks like Tony Adams is gonna get fired earlier than I thought. I couldn’t believe he was appointed. If a manager cant motivate players in the lower leagues or hasn’t learnt enough from the likes of Wenger then he is finished as a manager.
The problem here is tactical nous and motivational skills. Adams’, the fool, kept saying in his first few interviews, that we wont see his team until next season. That’s right. In the Championship. What an idiot. So he basically takes a successful team and tells the players you may or may not be important to me and demotivates them in a few days.
Genius – prediction…fired by the end of the season.
I was also saddened to hear of the death of Harold Pinter on Christmas Eve (obituary here). I read three of his plays last year and got into them as much as you can with a Pinter play. Which means not far.
My mortal literary is rampant right now. I have picked up a first edition A Tramp Abroad by Mark Twain (1880) documenting his second trip to Europe.
My little sister bought me Mahfouz’s epic Cairo Triology for Christmas. Those 1250 pages will send me far into the time of brightening skies and budding leaves.
I have also Balzac’s The Black Sheep, Mailer’s The Naked and the Dead, Joyce’s Ulysses, a biography of George Orwell, a Modern Anaylsis of Iran and a book entitled Modern South America.
Right now, I am enjoying The Savage Detectives by Roberto Balano who was the acclaimed heir to Llosa, Saramago and Garcia Marquez, only to die of cancer aged 53. It is predictably going very well. Thanks to Linden for giving me the heads up.
I had a pretty good one. Enjoyed the day with the family, followed by a 5 mile run on Boxing Day morning with the old man. That will suit fine once I get the heavy bag chained up to the rafters and get stuck into it again.
Orangutans learn to trade favours.
Orangutans can help each other get food by trading tokens, scientists have discovered – but only if the help goes in both directions.
Academy awarding winning documentary about the sanctioning of torture by the Bush Administration and the failure to take responsibility for it. The administration merely moved the legal goal posts, let junior soldiers take the blame while attempting to pardon themselves. They ultimately devalued the nation and its hard fought values. The systematic negligence of human rights (including US soldiers) and thorough incompetence and dubious legal standing harks back to the Nixon era. Like everything seemingly connected to the Bush Administration, its an embarrassment to a great nation and a huge, shambolic disgrace.
What is good about this documentary is the evidence and self-incriminating evidence literally speaks for itself.