Monday, 12 March 2012
Saturday, 10 March 2012
Friday, 9 March 2012
Thursday, 8 March 2012
Wednesday, 7 March 2012
Tuesday, 6 March 2012
Monday, 5 March 2012
|On the game.|
|Let me assure you, drinks here aren't free.|
Narrated in a stern, sardonic way by American David Gell, the commentary is unsympathetic: the girls are con artists, the punters are fools, the business leads to disappointment and depression and self-disgust. In one interesting sequence, a young girl arrives from the country to make her way in the big city – within a few minutes she is in the car of a swarthy, seedy looking man sharing cigarettes and off colour jokes – the next evening, she’s working in his clip joint, letting herself be pawed in public for a half crown commission on every ludicrously expensive soft drink purchased. I’ve no idea how realistic this scenario is, but it's effectively put across – I shall certainly be much more careful on my next trip to London.
|From country girl...|
|...to Soho tart.|
|A typical tart. Please note hard face but wistful eyes.|
|'Would you like a massage with your extras, Sir?'|
|He genuinely thinks she fancies him, the twat.|
|'Sexy, ain't I?'|
|'Annuver quid and I'll flip 'em out'|
* As an aside, the Wolfenden Committee used the codewords 'Huntley & Palmers' in order not to offend the delicate sensibilities of the female members of the enquiry. A Huntley was a homosexual; a Palmer a prostitute. I find this sad and funny in equal measures.
Sunday, 4 March 2012
Saturday, 3 March 2012
Friday, 2 March 2012
The story is set on the infamous night that Byron, Shelley, Mary Wollstonecraft (she had a child by Shelley, but they were not married until later that year when Shelley's first wife died), Dr. Polidori and a small retinue of children, concubines and hangers on spent in each other's company at a house on Lake Geneva in May 1816. As an electrical storm raged outside, the four 'star' companions competed with each other to tell the scariest ghost story. For all the literary credentials in the room, it was the non-writers, Mary and Polidori, who came up with the most macabre tales – Polidori with ‘The Vampyr’ and Mary with the considerably better known ‘Frankenstein: A Modern Prometheus’.
Exterior shots were filmed on location at Villa Diodati, the actual place where Byron et al stayed that night; interiors were filmed in Barnet and Hemel Hempstead. The hair gel bill alone must have been enormous and, just in case you were wondering ‘could this film be any more 80’s?’ Thomas Dolby throws in a soundtrack that must have sounded dated the second after he pressed the ‘stop record’ button.
For all it’s niggly little faults, however, the best bits about ‘Gothic’ are pure, untamed Ken Russell – ambitious, delirious, hyperbolic, ridiculous, i.e. just what we like best about him.