So we came home from the movies last night, made a cup of tea, sat down with the papers and, although really disappointed (Mel) that Match of the Day was over, we found a rockumentary on Neil Sedaka. Who I never really liked, too clean, too creepy, too neat, too Jewish (yes, indeed you can be). But he was a phenomenal talent. Several of his songs were written for the singer Connie Francis, the woman in the pic. Ok, she’s older than the mountains and seen more surgery than the Wellington, but she’s still fun. But if you look at the right hand side of the tv screen, there’s a sculpture/figurine thing. A headless woman (is that the best kind? jury’s out) in steel. Then move your eyes to the left hand side of our unit and there it is once again. Amazing? Coincidence? Or is this a new interactive thing where the tv shows something from ‘your’ room on the screen. So someone else would be looking at Connie Francis with a blue vase, like theirs. Or an Arsene Wenger effigy with needles in it, like yours. Just sayin’…

We saw Elle. The new Paul Verhoven film. We saw it because its in French and we are sufficiently pretentious that we love subtitled films just because they’re foreign. And Paul Verhoven always has a porn element. Whatever language he’s directing in. Basic Instinct and Showgirls were English, the wonderful Black Book was in Dutch & German and Elle in French. He should make up his mind.

Its a curiously disturbing film. Wonderfully starring Isobel Huppert, the ‘middle-aged’ French babe. And she’s a dark and damaged character. Very dark. Quite perverse. I won’t spoil it. But its odd for a film made by a man. Because all the men in it are either evil or stupid. Perhaps that’s a fair reflection on my gender, in which case, its very depressing. Ex husband’s worthless, son’s a total moron, lover’s a deceitful scumbag, even the neighbours are dodgy. And Mrs Neighbour is a Christian Extremist. Not in a violent way, but in the worse way; can’t get enough Christ in her life.

The acid test for any movie is if Mel stays awake for the entirety. And she did. So I can attest to the fact that it is a very gripping movie, beautifully filmed as the French do, and a touch disturbing. But in a good way.

Spurs play Southampton this afternoon. Its the biggest match since… since 2 weeks ago. Worth so many points I can barely add them all up. With Arsenal losing, Liverpool playing Man City later and everything else happening in the world, we must win. Without Harry Kane. Ooooohhhh…

Happy Sunday

A xxxx