I just watched Billy Elliot and it has to be one of my new favourite films. This isn’t a review, at all, so hopefully contains no spoilers, but you should definitely see it. It’s beautifully shot and acted and I developed a slightly embarassing minor crush on Billy, the setting is wonderful, the soundtrack is excellent, nothing’s overdone or obviously just there to make you howl like an abandoned dog for goodness’ sake Jenny shut up, the whole thing is, as a film, really good.
Although that said for reasons I don’t fully understand I’ve been sobbing like a small child since about half way through, I’m in a right old state, it’s pathetic really. Especially given that I pretty much never cry, as many of you could attest. I suppose it was the combination of the whole coming-of-age thing, the dead mother angle, the father-at-first-is-entirely-unsupportive-and-then-realises-how-good-his-son-is-at-dancing-and-will-do-anything-to-support-him thing, the best friend (that whole angle really really got at me. I was just a bit weepy before it did and then I was absolutely howling), the sweet daughter of the ballet teacher… and, I guess, me coming down from a stressful few weeks.
Bad times indeed. I mean the last time I cried, with the exception of yesterday, was…oh, I don’t even know when. Months ago. I guess sometimes you just have to and anything can set you off, even a mildly tear-jerking film. If I’d been watching Dr Zhivago instead then no doubt I would have killed myself!
It would seem that many of my favourite films and things fall broadly into one of two categories – the Grim North (Billy Elliot, Full Monty, and that one set in the Scottish village, for some reason I always forget the name but it has a brilliant Dire Straits soundtrack and features Big Hands and Marina and the guy who is the accounant, hotelier and Everything Else, and the Russians, and stuff…Local Hero, that’s it, I mean, sure it’s Scotland not the North as such but you know what I mean, similar themes); and films set in Africa/India and featuring themes of corruption, love, war, and other Big Topics (in which category we find The English Patient, The Last King Of Scotland, Constant Gardener, and Slumdog Millionaire).
I think it’s high time I went to bed, somehow. It’s been a long few weeks, exams are over, and I just need to wind down.