What I did on ANZAC Day:
- Watched american television/movies
- Drank Italian wine, ate french escargot – all at a british pub named after an english poet
Mitigating factors:
- When I ordered the wine, I was expecting the Nobilo as per wine list.
- I’d read an article about the French town of Le Quesnoy – so the escargot thing was kinda justified. Yeah?
- I live in England – so don’t really have much choice about going to british/english pubs. And I will stand by my decision to walk 30 seconds and sit in the sun outside the Shakespeare, rather than tube/walk 15 minutes to stand in a dark/dingy Walkabout.
- The american movies were (mostly) classics, and the television (mostly) selected high-quality. Rear Window, however – what up with that? Supposedly one of the best movies ever. Yep – pretty sweet movie, and noticeably nice movie-making – even to my naive eye. But that ending. Not particularly happy. Was it forced upon them by the film company? I realise that this was before the days when movies had to have some kind of ‘question’ being asked, or whatever – but still, the whole thing seemed purpose-built for a look into a voyeuristic society, with symbolism of cameras and what-not through-out. And then came the twist/not-twist/whatever-that-was. Dumb.