It doesn’t feel like my back has gotten better since
yesterday, but it hasn’t gotten worse. It still aches, but isn’t getting in the
way of most things, although putting on trousers, shoes or anything similar
does give out a twinge.
Today I finished reading ‘Perdy’ and it’s fun, humorous
read, with undercurrents of family drama, mothers vs daughters, parental
responsibility and what the child owes the parent. And lashings of sexiness,
sex and frenchness. Now that I’ve finished it I would revise, slightly, my earlier
summery of ‘Perdy’, instead of ‘Blueberry’ meets ‘Lucky Luke’ it’s more
‘Blueberry’ meets ‘Lucky Luke’ with a dash of ‘A Fistful Of Dollars’. By which,
I mean that it has a cartoony style and humorous (from slap-stick to boisterous
to subtle), while the story has an epicness about it, with Perdy seeming to
have plans inside plans (is she visiting Petiteville just to plan a bank
robbery? Did she bump into her daughter by mistake?). 8/0.
I also finished watching ’Inferno’, I started watching it on
Friday, but it was so poor and ridiculous that I couldn’t make it through in
one sitting. And the last hour wasn’t any better, the story is literal
nonsense, a billionaire feels that if the increasing world’s population isn’t
curbed the human race will become extinct. So, he develops a virus to wipe out
most of the population and hides it at the end of a treasure hunt. And then he
commits suicide, so that WHO wouldn’t get hold of him. If he truly believed
that the worlds population should be curbed, why didn’t he release the virus
there and then; why hide it; why leave clues for it, which anyone could find
and solve; and why not tell his co-conspirators where the virus was so that
they could release it.
‘Inferno’ is one of those films where events happen just to
justify the film itself, e.g. if there’s no treasure trail, then there’s no
film, so instead of releasing the virus in a heavily used airport, the virus is
put on a timer, set to go off at a concert attended by people from across the
globe. What’s worse is that it’s not even fun, escapist hokum, just dull, dull,
dull. I also watched ‘The Avengers’, episodes ‘What The Butler Saw’, ‘A Sense
Of History’, ‘How To Succeed…At Murder’ and ‘Honey For The Prince’, which were
certainly not dull, dull, dull.
…then I listened to ‘Outer’ by Dusky, I brought it ages ago
but it kinda got buried under al the over new music, which is a bit if a shame
because it’s great eclectic album – housey, technoy, bassy, rap/grime and
singer songwritery, with a nice balance between bangers and mellow/quieter
tracks.
...and then some more ‘The Thing Minute’ podcasts.
…I also read ‘Twelve Devils Dancing’ #1 and #2, a serial
killer tale, with a bit of a difference. This story isn’t about working out who
the killer is, it’s more about the person, Callum Cooper, hunting the killer. Who
in this story is an ex-FBI agent, facing Parkinson’s disease and a past that
links him to the killer.
The story is also a straight-ahead action thriller,
with Cooper unable to use FBI resources (for reasons I won’t spoil here) he has
to travel across the US, with only Aisha Miller, a s lightly unwilling partner
and with her own past to worry about, to help him, to stop the killer from
killing again. Writer Erica Schultz, penciller Dave Acosta and colourist Andrew
Covalt have crafted a great story that is up there with the best serial killer
films and TV shows, like Seven, The Following, Kiss The Girls, and The Inside.
…and I checked my lottery tickets and found out that I’d
won, twice…I’d won two free lucky dips!
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