Saw a great movie last night. This is where I leave you. That’s what its called. And it was a preview as part of the London Jewish Film Festival. Because being Jewish is not just about chopped liver and bagels. Its not just about supporting Spurs (oyyyyyy; see later) and having opinions about everything. Its not even about praying. We get movies too. In this case, really great movies.

Its a film about a dysfunctional family, brought back together after the death of ‘the father’. And they can’t really stand each other, but they really love each other. Oh, its that kind of film. Yep, it is. And its great. Its from a book by Jonathan Tropper who is, undoubtedly, the funniest writer in the world. And he wrote the screenplay too, which is quite brilliant. Its Woody Allen in Hannah and her Sisters mode. Its a series of disasters, emotional rather than Towering Infernos, around this family, bringing back all the old rivalries, arguments and good feelings too, from their childhoods. Even Jane (fucking) Fonda, as ‘the mother’, can’t spoil this film. Its funny, heart-warming and great. Tina Fey is simply fantastic. Trust me; you don’t have to be Jewish.

Spurs are funny too. But not in such a heart-warming way. Only in a peculiarly unfunny way that is way more tragic than Towering Inferno. Because Shelley Winters and Carl Malden can’t save us this time. No-one can save us. Its Groundhog Day. Every week we play someone really insignificant; Uttoxter Town, Torremolenos, Cliftonville United, Zakinthos Zebras, and oddly, we win. Then the weekend comes when once again we face proper opposition, and we crumble and fold and lose. And its not like we’re playing ‘good’ teams. Just mid-table (or lower) mediocrity who should be the definition of ‘three easy points’. And we lose. Not that there’s ever any such thing as ‘three easy points’, but ya like ta think so. Arsenal thought so too, according to the most subdued Arsene Wenger everrrrrrrrrr, after their loss to Swansea that the Frenchman had been apparently banking on winning. Confidence? Complacency? Arrogance?? Whatever, they lost too. Banks collapse.

Even ‘my’ Bournemouth only managed a draw. Though it was against fellow top-of-the-tabler Middlesboro so ‘we’ can be pleased with that. Except sneaky fucking Derby County beat Wolves and leapfrogged both Boro and Bournemouth to the top. I should just become a Derby fan this week, but sadly ‘we have a history’ me and Derby. Going back many years, to the Brian Clough days when they thrashed us on a cold wet night down at the Lane, in the days when we stood for the match. And Roger Davies scored a hat-trick and he was a big fat lummox and I can never forgive them. Never.

That’s why we have movies; to help us forget the football. If only they lasted longer…

Happy Monday

A xxxx