Compare and contrast…

I've spent the last couple of days fantasising about inappropriate film remakes. Then Shackleford Hurtmore tells me that there's a Hollywood remake of School for Scoundrels.

As a way of proving Hollywood's artistic, political and cultural bankruptcy, here's the tennis match scene from the British original and the trailer for the modern American remake.





Let the bombing commence.

And because I can, here's the Cuban Boys' song sampling the original film's dialogue:

Hard cheese!

Thinking about getting battered at a fencing competition this weekend, I realised that most of it was psychological - I don't tease and wind up my opponents the way they wind me up. Favourite methods include turning up in knackered old kit, claiming not to have fenced for a few years, loudly praising your opponent whenever he does actually land a hit, patronisingly giving hits away, and letting them get a few points ahead before lazily flicking your way to a 5-4 victory.

Here's a lesson in how it's meant to be, from the sublime comedy The School For Scoundrels:



and as a bonus, the slightly unhinged remix from a few years ago - John Peel raved about it.