Jean Luc Godard once said “Film is truth, 24 frames per second.” Now, I don’t know what that means, but I do know it’s wrong. Mrs. Doubtfire cannot be truth, because it’s made of film, and truth is made of emotions or something. I also don’t know who Jean Luc Godard is, or what 24 frames have to do with it, as frames are usually found in Asda, for pictures and photos to sit in.
Although, actually, films are made of pictures, aren’t they? So maybe that’s what he meant, in which case, he’s very clever, even if he’s from somewhere that isn’t where I’m from.
So, what, in fact, is a film?
Well, it’s a thing you go to see when it’s too early to see it on tv. It even comes out before the dvd. And it costs three times as much as watching it for free, which is really stupid. Unless it has nudity in it.
But not every film does.
Neither did “Spaceballs” and that has ‘balls’ in the title.
Welcome to FLIM WEAKLY.
This week, I watched a lot of TV. And this was on, so I watched it. Then wrote this. The thing you’re about to start reading. Like, now.
A man who has lots of voices in his face is shit at being married, so turns himself into an old woman, so he can hang out with his kids and spy on his ex-wife, who starts dating James Bond.
I’m not usually one for documentaries, but I found this powerful and relevant, as I haven’t seen my dad in ages and it makes me wonder if he’s been dressing up as a woman too.
Anyway, the man who’s a woman but not really, tries to do too much and everything goes tits up, but not his tits, because that would be gross, and you don’t see anything anyway.
And even after all that bollocks, he’s allowed to see his kids again, which is a great message of tolerance and understanding of complete mental breakdown.
Marks out of 10……..
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Because they aren’t that stupid.