MONDAY 27th OCTOBER

IGBY GOES ISH

After spending a day with the Lady's Farsi-speaking grand-mother, decided to watch a video in the suburbs of Philadelphia.

The Lady chose Igby Goes Down and I must tell you all that it is the biggest non-event I have seen in years. Maybe the main actor isn't charismatic enough, maybe the female characters are poorly written sex objects, maybe there were no characters that you felt any emotional ties with, maybe it started off as a Ferris Buler's Day Off then tried to go to Requiem for a Dream via, um, Train Stopping. It was just souless.

I suppose I could look this up to check but I wonder if the film is a semi-autobiographical of the director's youth. Yeah, all these mad things may have happened to Burr Steers as a kid but it doesn't mean that stinging them all together makes a good story we want to watch.

You could always listen to someone else's point of view. Luckily the grandmother interupted frequently by impersonting her nephews and other Tehran neighbo(u)rs by calliung their names out as if they were on Opium! (as they, um, normally are...).

Maybe tomorrow I'll write about NYC. This column is becoming a film review.