Daredevil

I'm beginning to think there is a conspiracy against my ever getting to see The Two Towers. We arrived at the cinema, Jane and Louise and I, and we discovered that they weren't showing the film at twelve like they were supposed to at all, and therefore leaving us in a rather sticky situation. After much staring at each other and chronic indecision, we went to see Daredevil instead.

It wasn't too bad. A few points I would like to make... all superheroes have certain things in common, such as alliterative "normal" names, and much standing on rooftops in the pouring rain, and they all have relatives that died when they were of a tender age and therefore were inspired to spend their lives fighting crime, and none of them seem to require any sleep, holding down jobs during the day and beating up criminals at night, and so on and so forth, and that's all without the love interest...

Sarcasm aside, it wasn't bad, though maybe not as good as Spiderman. There were some lovely moments - the Irish Catholic priest who says, "And you know, son, I don't think much of the outfit, either," and the irritable arch-enemy Bullseye , who informs us, "I want a bloody costume" and then there's the last thing in the film, the last of the acting credits, which informs us which actor was lucky enough to portray "Man With Pen In Head."
I also liked the way in which the audience is shown how Daredevil, a blind man, sees the world, how it looks in terms of touch, smell and taste but mostly sound. I especially liked the way a falling raindrop makes a sound, so a downpour can show Daredevil what a person's face is like, in muted blue-grey glory. The way the sound affects him is thoroughly explored, right from the very beginning where he is incapacitated by a subway train rushing past.

So... nothing special but not a bad way to spend an afternoon. Though I wish it had been The Two Towers. Ugh.

Apparently everyone else in the world doesn't have to go to school tomorrow. But I have to, and I don't want to, no, I don't.

The threat of war

Pedar and I are now both tired of the threat of war, and have come up with our own solution to the combined problem of Tony Blair and George Bush.

We're going to declare our own country.

Now, be good and listen. It is not as ridiculous as it sounds. We own the land the house stands on and a rather large area around it. There are already fences and walls in place. What's to stop us from declaring them offical boundaries with check points? No-one is to be allowed in without a passport check, and people will be forced to declare their politics upon entrance. All Conservatives, Republicans, and fascist dictators will be turned away.

Tomorrow, we plan to storm Formby Town Hall and threaten to rip the gardenias from their flowerbeds if they refuse to allow us to secede from the metropolitan borough of Sefton. We demand offical recognition by the international community and would like it placed upon record that we are against war.

Tomorrow.