This is for fun!
I was going to blog about 300, watched it and I was left temporarily dazed, did a stupid thing and went back and watched it over and the euphoria is gone. It seems I can’t get over this new, what shall I call it phase, of listening to the smarmiest of music. I was even caught listening to Milli Vanelli’s Girl I’m Gonna Miss You and had to go down a convoluted explanation road of how I actually wasn’t listening to a couple of white boys who could not sing but appreciating some underappreciated behind the scenes singers who made Milli Vanelli the flavour of the month sensation they were, Grammy swiping and swinging before some haters otherwise called whistleblowers decided to go into the kitchen of their singing and let the guests in the hotel gagging with their findings.
The whole 1980s music thing is upon me after a 1970s Rock music infatuation that left me this morning pain, a doctor plumbing away in my ear for things that gave me the shivers when I saw what he had extracted. The cause of my distress and why I have been moody of late, not drinking anything and eating less with half my face more immobile than a Communist guard's. I’m listening to Bananarama, Culture Club and think Boy George is wittier than many a musician I have read in print, and when he coons, “Do you really want to hurt me,” I know he is a gay guy but I just wanna hug him! I tell you these confessions are going to be the end of Iwaya but with my ears all almost back to full functioning mode, I’m glad to be discarding the new nickname I was getting at the office One Ear Iwaya, which I thought was kind of well very pirate-ish and reminded me that I should look up the latest instalment of the Pirates of the Caribbean now that Jamrose has gone and killed my appetite for Spiderman 3, even if I did not find Dead Man’s Chest interesting and the Depp affected acting got on my nerves with no further flourishes on display. Can you keep up?
Affected acting though can be just the thing as Infamous proved, not only just charming me, but knocking me for I have not seen in a long time a movie that come so close to depicting for real how a writer’s life is. Infamous could possibly be the best movie about writing and being a writer ever made! It helps more that it is about one of my favourite American writers, the much excoriated and celebrated Truman Capote, who I do not love for that opus In Cold Blood but for his short stories (I own a tattered omnibus edition) and his travel writing. My God, could Truman write a travel piece and not just take you on the journey but make that journey an eternal part of your own experiences! And if you have never read his profile on the great Marlon Brando, you have never read how real writing is done! Once even, when I was still a university student, I discovered a book in the library of the Paris Review interviews with authors and Capote’s advice on how to end a story has never been bettered and he used an orange explanation of all things! Hoffman did a good job in Capote but Toby Jones IS Capote!
Before my visit to the doctor today morning, I went with two dear friends and bought my own copy of Infamous. There are not many movies I save on the hard disk of Betsy because only the best deserves to be retained, but Infamous is getting saved. I loved, love, and know in ten years time I will still love Infamous. This movie is about us!
One Ear Iwaya: Ghost Story by Sting