‘Control’ is a film that has been much acclaimed in the past few months. It is about the gifted but tormented lead singer of a band called Joy Division who hanged himself at the age of 23. (Did I conjucate ‘hanged’ correctly? )
This is a miserable film about a miserable band in the miserable end of the 70's, in a miserable England. The director (who I presume is young and very ‘street’) films in black and white which, given that Macclesfield where the woeful story is set is already grimly grey (with touches of rust and urine yellow), I feel is an unnesscesary affectation and a tad pretentious. The lead actor is wonderful but we learn nothing about the character apart from the fact he was tormented and miserable and hanged himself at 23. This was an extraordinary man-child but perhaps all we can really know of him is in his music. I felt the film too 'crafted' and therefore soulless and I learnt nothing about him or anyone else ..apart from the director of course… (very ‘street’..did I mention that…)
At the end of the film I looked down and found I had knitted an entire front left side when I should have knitted an entire right side. As this is the same sodding waistcoat I have been trying to knit since Christmas I had an episode of knitting rage. This is quite dangerous as one is holding knitting needles whilst jumping up and down and swearing . I managed to puncture my pilates blow up ball. I wonder about perhaps learning another craft…something simpler. I do like the smell of play dough…..
Man!! Friday nights just don’t get better then that….
To make up for being a knit (did ya see what I did there?!) I end the weekend at an exceptionally interesting lunch with a fascinating Dutch historian who is currently involved in helping to clean up and resurrect the Zambian National Archive. We talk about this remarkable work for a few minutes then spend the rest of the three hours discussing the bizarre dating habits of the English. She is as baffled as I and she has a doctorate, so there.