Photo is of Ann, Lucy and Sarah.
This evening we went to the Cinema club. We sat with Eileen and Hilary. The film showing was called 'Black Ball' and was about the game of bowls, and was set in Torquay on the south coast. It could have been quite amusing, except that the language was foul. The first half ended with the comment "He's a f-----ing wanker." This seemed to me to be a contradiction in terms, apart from being thoroughly offensive. Hilary treated us all to a choc ice, and we sat and discussed whether we should stay for the second half. We all four decided against staying and walked out, as did a good many others. It's called voting with our feet, and I hope that the committee who selects the films takes note.
Goodnight all.
2 comments:
I am delighted you 'black-balled' the commitee's choice of film. I only hope you send them a letter demanding a refund. There has always been an element of fart masquerading as art and it stinks! It is regretable that the filthier the production the more fulsomely the 'art' establishment crows about it. Unmade beds, overflowing ashtrays, butchered animals, piles of bricks, samples of dung etc, etc, etc - none of it art - but all of it artfully marketed to the 'patrons' of profanity.
I expect that by the time we host the Olympics, public spitting and vomiting will have displaced cricket as our national sport.
Good for you! I like voting with your feet. Why do they have to ruin a good story with the overuse of foul language? No thank you!
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