Emma, Gary and I went to see The Third Man at the Light House last night. I can't add anything to the superlatives already applied to this film, so I won't. It was great to see a lot of people there, one or two dressed in what they fondly and mistakenly thought was 1940s style. No trailers, no special effects, no stunts - just people acting, rather than mugging and emoting for the camera. It was such pleasure to be treated by a director like an adult for a couple of hours.
It's also the origin of this bleak little aperçu:
Like the fella says, in Italy for 30 years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love - they had 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock.
None of this stopped Emma describing the movie as 'the original bromance'.