I went to the dentist yesterday. The good news was that I didn’t need any treatment. The bad news was that I need to have a wisdom tooth removed. Having spoken to three people about this since, all of whom it turned out have had more than one of these teeth removed, I now realise that having my head amputated would be somewhat less painful and traumatic. When a dentist has a look and goes “oooooh”, then you know her next line isn’t going to be good news. My dentist’s helpful suggestion was that I should see one of her colleagues, as he’s better at extractions; and stronger. I wouldn’t mind, but it’s not hurting me or bothering me in the least. Who named them wisdom teeth anyway? They’re clearly very stupid teeth! Probably my earliest childhood memory is of having a tooth taken out at the dentist, screaming my head off in pain and my mum coming in and giving the dentist a piece of her mind; I recall she had him pinned up against the wall, which was very out of character for her! To say having the opportunity to revisit this experience now I’m a grown-up is not top of my plans this summer, would be an understatement of galactic proportions. I’m seriously considering giving up food entirely and just living on tepid, filtered, distilled water. I’m sure I can probably do it myself anyway, with a pair of pliers or something. I’m struggling to identify what the connection might be between this film and my impending operation, but I felt I needed to share the latter.
2006 – Certificate: 15 – France
Rating Details: Moderate Violence, Suicide Scene, Brief Nudity and Strong Language
The Last of the Crazy People is a French film, in French. After quite a long run of other sorts of films, it was good to get back to one of my favourite sub-genera, the dysfunctional family. In this case it lives on a farm in France, not that there’re actually any scenes of farming going on in it. I’m not sure what to make of it really. It’s very slow, it has no music in it whatsoever and there are quite long periods when not a lot seems to be happening. The main character in it is a ten-year-old boy called Martin, who’s basically neglected and ignored by most of the other people in the film who are too busy with their own problems; most of what’s going on is seen from his prospective. I feel watching it probably ought to have had more of an effect on me than it did, but somehow I didn’t really feel very sorry for any of the characters and the more shocking scenes felt a bit flat. (I probably watch too many Hollywood blockbusters with lots of noise and explosions in them to help me to understand what’s going on.) The boy who plays the part of Martin, does manage to look suitably miserable for virtually the entire film and is really very convincing, which helps the quality of the movie greatly. He also walks exactly like Bod. (If you don’t know who Bod is I suggest you type “Bod” in to YouTube.) A few years ago I went through a phase of trying to write film reviews on the Amazon web site, which included writing one about this movie. I eventually realised that my irrelevant and childish ramblings didn’t fit well with the average, serious Amazon DVD buying person; my review for this one is presently being found “helpful” by 7 out of 14 people; or to put it another way, it’s being found unhelpful by 7 out of 14 people.
Recommended for pissed off ten-year-olds everywhere. Not so good for people interested in studying modern developments in agricultural land management in France.
1 cat and no decapitations. The cat, a big ginger and white one, had a speaking part and appeared in five scenes! Sadly it’s last one involved it being run over and then put into a freezer. It did look suspiciously like it had been drugged for this last one too, which didn’t impress me one bit.
Top badass moment? Any ten-year-old who singlehandedly takes on responsibility for sorting out his family’s problems, is badass personified. So okay, his solution was a little unorthodox, but it probably worked.