Friday, 31 March 2017


From Jangal Mein Mangal, the Professor gets his swerve on. With an opening gambit like that, how can he fail?

Wednesday, 29 March 2017


I am always fascinated and delighted by Bollywood films, they do things so differently there. Jangal Mein Mangal is a strange film, a light romantic comedy punctuated by murders committed by an unstoppable zombie. Here, some cheeky girls use their hair, hips, lips and chests to terrorise a bunch of scared old men, sorry, eligible bachelors.

The title of the film is, apparently, somewhat ambiguous, even in Hindi. It is literally translated as 'in the jungle, auspicious', but is actually more like a proverb about good things coming out of chaos. In keeping with the slightly risque themes highlighted in the above clip, it can also mean 'a vacuum can be filled', perhaps the closest Bollywood gets to smut.   

Tuesday, 28 March 2017


Here's a funny thing: when I started this blog, I intended to only write about O Lucky Man! In actual fact, I've NEVER written about O Lucky Man! - not a word. Well, I thought it was funny.

Sunday, 19 March 2017


You want entertainment and excitement, yeah? The old bread and circuses? You got it, courtesy of hyperactive Italian Ms Raffaella Carra. Now do one.

Thursday, 16 March 2017


I didn't expect much from the 1986 National Aerobic Championship US, but I was unpleasantly surprised at how tired it made me: physically, mentally, existentially. 

There's something terrifying about the bouncing, perma tanned, fixed smile, glassy eyed fervor of the contestants, all desperate to win - to be the absolute best in something that is never going to amount to anything.  The whole event reminds me of a dayglo coloured Nazi rally with the stiff armed salutes replaced by relentless high kicking, but then that may just be the hyperbolic response of someone who has never known the feel of lycra. 

Take no notice of me, I'm exhausted.