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. Yesterday 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 saw Yesterday today.
A power cut happens and a dude with a guitar gets twatted by a bus, then wakes up and is a music genius who makes a mint off of songs that aren’t his.
He feels guilty, a bit, but does it anyway, because he wants to be famous.
There’s a lot of Beatles tunes in it, which is weird, because it’s not set in the 60s, it’s set in the todays, but they still sound good.
The dude with the guitar doesn’t realise his best mate fancies him, which means he is stupid, especially since his mate is played by that posh one from Downton Abbey that isn’t Maggie Smith or the other one. Anyway, she’s fit and he’s a bit meh, but they get together in the end and have sex.
Marks out of 10….
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Because they aren’t that stupid.