Adam West – the TV Batman – died this week. As a wee boy, I loved Batman, and Adam West’s Batman and his awesome Batmobile and his colourful cast of supporting characters was a huge part of that.
I mean, how cool is that?!
Pretty cool. But my love for the Batman character has waned in recent years.
. There’s more cool stuff in the Apoplexy Tiny Letter
And thoughts on the new Wonder Woman movie below…
Continue reading Waiting For Gadot
In the aftermath of my viewing of , the spy news just kept coming… Argo on the way back from the US
But let’s leave Jared Kushner and his back channels out of it for now. (
Oo-er, missus!) I briefly mentioned the recent shenanigans in China in last week’s … Apoplexy Tiny Letter Continue reading Saints and Sinners
Long-suffering readers of the blog
may recall that I’m a sucker for a good airport.
Ceci n’est pas la Gare Saint-Lazare
Yes, Copenhagen is a good example. But this past weekend, as President Trump
stuffed sachets of ketchup into his hand luggage before heading off on his whistle-stop tour of some of the world’s top religious sites, we were at Washington’s Dulles International Airport.
] Did you catch last week’s Apoplexy Tiny Letter? It’s a nice warm-up for this post.
Continue reading Argo
So – two weeks later – I’ve finally reconciled myself to the ending of the live-action version of
Ghost In The Shell.
Final Assault: I promise, no more GitS after today
My question about the Hollywood movie of
Ghost In The Shell was:
If the fictional Hanka Robotics has developed a mechanical body, or “shell”, that can integrate a human brain; and
“We cling to memories as if they define us, but they don’t. What we do is what defines us”; then
Why would an anarchist who is rounded up to be a test specimen in a shell choose to define herself by the actions she is ordered to take by the government?
Read on for the “exciting” answer…
] But first, check out the exciting Apoplexy Tiny Letter.
Continue reading Below The Neck
OK. Two weeks ago was #stroke news. Last week was music. That must mean that this week, it’s…
But let’s not be
too predictable. I’m not going to bang on too much about last weekend’s Doctor Who. Although Smile was a good little episode. Thought-provoking. In fact, as I think about it again, I reckon that it might have been more satisfying that this week’s bigger, sexier, sci-fi outing.
“But middle-aged Scottish men are sexier than Scarlett Johansson!” (FACT)
[ For even more satisfaction, check out the Apoplexy Tiny Letter.] Continue reading Ghost in the Shell
Long-suffering readers of the blog may recall that a couple of years ago I went through a bit of an obsession with the moon. (
D: None of the above
Yeah. Not Mark Kozelek’s Sun Kil Moon, messiah claimant Sun Myung Moon and his Unification Church, or even Ban Ki-moon, eighth Secretary General of the United Nations.
[ More, occasionally stroke-related, whimsy here.] Continue reading Moonage Daydream
It’s early on Monday morning, and I’ve just seen producer Jeremy Thomas and director Ben Wheatley’s adaptation of J.G. Ballard’s
High-Rise. Maybe that’s why I’m in a slightly shitty mood.
Ceci ce n’est pas Gratte-Ciel
Not because it’s not a good movie. It is. I think.
[ I’d be happy if you’d like to extend the conversation, at the Apoplexy Tiny Letter.] Continue reading S-O-S
Tiny Letter readers will know that Mrs Stroke Bloke and I visited Cairnpapple Hill in central Scotland last weekend. It was an enlightening trip, in light of last week’s post on ’80s movies. Like Withnail and Marwood, we came across a bull in a field. And turning to an obvious omission pointed out by Atletico Marcelo in the comments, Cairnpapple was the site of a little henge.
Where the little children danced, no doubt.
Continue reading Cairnpapple Hill
Last week, I promised readers of the
Apoplexy Tiny Letter a break from the political stuff, after the recent Democracy trilogy ( 1, 2, 3). And after last week’s Frankie Goes to Hollywood-mendous post, why not stay in the comforting nostalgic embrace of the ’80s?
Dude. Those are clearly C21st Kayne shades.
I mean, seriously?
Kayne, John Mayer, and The Police’s version of made me want the Earth’s surface to be heated to 100,000,000°C. But we spoke about that sort of thing last week. And haemorrhagic stroke survivors are meant to keep their blood pressure down. Message In a Bottle at 2007’s Live Earth concert to combat climate change So. Pleasant thoughts… Continue reading I Hate the ’80s