Seeing the film Downfall wasn't a good idea. |
Historical accuracy Harmless wholesome family entertainment- watch Adolf, Eva et al play happy families their last few days in the bunker (a wonder reality TV hasn’t latched onto this: “the city’s being blown to smithereens outside! cyanide capsules optional!”) I was dubious, but the lads said it was “educational” (they said that about Mr Gibson’s religio-porn, but never mind) Cinema. the boho crowd, at pains to see something ‘serious’. Ice creams are bypassed; no one thinks they’re appropriate I fidget in my seat as the lights die- why exactly am I here again? We’re halfway through when Ru displays the signs- pale, focused on the one moment, a disinclination to be touched (always painful when I reach for her and she swats me off)- she hasn’t eaten, but primarily the lampshade sets her off. “Rache, that’s made of skin”- a bloody awful woman, swollen, mottled like a Hurst magnum opus, tells her ssh. Ru’s in her next phase, where she believes she’s surrounded by idiots (in this case it’s true) I take her arm- starting to twitch- and steer her to the door. She’s nearly in tears. “Did you see?”- yes, I’d noticed the grisly exhibit; hoped she hadn’t. “Can you believe?”- no, I thought that woman was a moronic bitch too. “When”- she’s near shut down, not making sense- I must find her food, fast We zone in on the Golden Arches, that stop on the coronary motorway. Chip after greasy chip, she regains a sense of self says historical accuracy is all very well, but what about sensibility? I agree although hell doesn’t exist, Hitler deserves one just for him. Some subjects are too close to the bone. |