TV Nights

So far has the Movie Year 2009 been an utter failure. Of course, some old classics have been viewed, and a long waited rerun of Michael Collins (during a History class) and a mixture of a larger amount of money in the pocket and a sale at Platekompaniet (those bastards) have to some extent saved the day. However, as the first quarter of the year seemed lost to the dusty reels, something quite splendid happened at Sunday. TV2 aired a program that paid tribute to the 2008 Movie Year; and after some half an hour I remembered why I never pay any attention to the Academy Award. I mean, they are actors, and it is movies; skilled, undoubtedly, intelligent, guess so, at least reflected people, and their works entertaining, but despite that, noting. So, after that half an hour of self adoring propaganda, I was quite determined to hit the off button, then Parker Posey, the Scream Queen, gets her own tribute in the middle of nowhere in France! Where someone needs palm beaches, high profiled movies, Oscars, and other “necessary” stuff to appear interesting, Posey needs nothing more than a clip from Blade Trinity, Henry Fool or The Doom Generation to appear in her own...uhm....dark, though comical, way.

Think I belong to a minority on this side of the North Sea who knows who she is, so; who sad my narrow taste in artist/actors doesn’t have broader appeal when miss Posey may be aired at 15PM during a weekend? Anyway...

Then, the following day, or more precisely night, Excessive Force ran at midnight. A terrible kick arse movie, who turned even crappier as the bone crusher wasn’t Steven Segal or Jean Claude van Damme, neither Dolph Lundgren. But, the cop in this cause where Irish, and because he was a loose cannon he worked whit the Irish mafia(!). I love that mafia. And just to make my point clear; one of them (an Irish guy) are being tortured, and they strap his legs across two chairs and smashes both his knees with a base ball bat. His first response: “Damn you” without bat an eyelid. Then you’re a Man, or Irish. More than enough for me.

Finally, last night I indented to put on something mindless on the TV to fell asleep to, or at least get sleepy to. Then this face below shows up in the same moment I hit the ON button, and, without say too much: I couldn’t sleep. At all. End of conversation.