Mish-Mash-Mosh
Jun. 5th, 2005 05:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
peterbirksI watched The Passion Of The Christ yesterday. It's a powerful film and I admire Mel Gibson for his commitment to it, despite my own atheism and general secular nature. The decision to film it in Aramaic, using English subtitles, was spot on. The one thing that tends to hamper a sense of authenticity in movies such as this - shattering the suspension of disbelief - is invariably a dodgy accent appearing somewhere, or an anachronism of the vocabulary.
The only thing that disappointed me was the lack of an actors' or director's commentary on the DVD. :-) "Ah yes, Jim, this was where the good Roman accidentally smacked the nail into your wrist rather than your hand, causing multiple haemorrhaging..." ... "That's right Mel. And my it was hot that day. I tell you, you gotta admire that Jesus guy for what he went through up on that crucifix thing".
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The St Martins Fine Art Graduate exhibition begins Saturday 18th June at 12 noon until 4pm. It then runs the following week through to Thursday from 12 noon until 8pm, and then on Friday from 12 noon to 4pm.
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The "Beethoven Week" has started on Radio 3. A cracking version of the Fifth Symphony from 1962 at lunchtime, although I retain an emotional preference for the Klemperer style. After that, all of the others feel a bit rushed! The second movement, in particular, I think should be lingered over like a fine port. So many conductors (and Rattle is a prime criminal here) seem to rush through it so that they can get to the good bits in the third movement.
I really ought to drive up to Gutshot and put my money down for the William Hill freeze-out. But do I really want to play, despite the overlay? Live tournaments are not really my forte, despite a reasonable performance over the past couple of years. I find them very tiring and straining. Not a good idea when I have to produce a newsletter the following day.
The only thing that disappointed me was the lack of an actors' or director's commentary on the DVD. :-) "Ah yes, Jim, this was where the good Roman accidentally smacked the nail into your wrist rather than your hand, causing multiple haemorrhaging..." ... "That's right Mel. And my it was hot that day. I tell you, you gotta admire that Jesus guy for what he went through up on that crucifix thing".
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The St Martins Fine Art Graduate exhibition begins Saturday 18th June at 12 noon until 4pm. It then runs the following week through to Thursday from 12 noon until 8pm, and then on Friday from 12 noon to 4pm.
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The "Beethoven Week" has started on Radio 3. A cracking version of the Fifth Symphony from 1962 at lunchtime, although I retain an emotional preference for the Klemperer style. After that, all of the others feel a bit rushed! The second movement, in particular, I think should be lingered over like a fine port. So many conductors (and Rattle is a prime criminal here) seem to rush through it so that they can get to the good bits in the third movement.
I really ought to drive up to Gutshot and put my money down for the William Hill freeze-out. But do I really want to play, despite the overlay? Live tournaments are not really my forte, despite a reasonable performance over the past couple of years. I find them very tiring and straining. Not a good idea when I have to produce a newsletter the following day.
Pretty morbid stuff (Jonathan P)
Date: 2005-06-06 11:35 am (UTC)I hardly ever find myself in a church either, but not long ago I attended a wedding here, in a cute little church on a hilltop overlooking the sea. Inside, the view was spoiled by all the crucifixion scenes scattered around the walls. When I was young I just didn't take it in, but now it strikes me as morbid and sick. I've never been religious, but I seem to be getting less tolerant of religion as I get older.
I was also reminded of the rather contrived scene at the end of Chapter Six in Colin Kapp's Patterns of Chaos (1970), where the hero (despite enduring exquisite pain at the time) finally gets the joke at the heart of the Seminary of the Sacred Relic. The Sacred Relic, treated with great reverence by a strict religious cult, is a cross-eyed teddy bear. The cult's motto: "Gladly my cross I'd bear."