A Boring Week.

This week I have done virtually nothing.

I have started a bit of decorating, applied for a few jobs and increased the amount I do when I workout.

This is the sum total of my life while I wait to go to Lancaster next week.

Another writer might sit here and go into a philosophical discussion of the nature of boredom and the vitality of ennui to the human condition.

I shall not.

That's boring.

Last week, again.

Instead I shall talk about something that happened last week.
Last Monday Keith came over and we went to see 'The Fast and The Furious'. This film has been condemned by critics as shallow, pointless and without artistic merit.

They were right.

As a piece of art it is a fantastic failure. The standard of acting is terrible, the plot a rehash of 'Point Break' with less emotion (yes, that is right less emotion than Keanu Reeves) and the colour schemes of the cars are simply appalling.

Yet I really enjoyed it. And not on a Kitsch level of its so bad its good.

I simply sat there fully aware of how bad the film was and still had a good time.

Partly this was down to the spectacle of the car races in 'The Fast and the Furious'. Here is the film's one saving grace, visceral action in the form of 10-second bursts of pure speed to take Honda Civics from a standing start to ¼ of a mile down a straight road at 140mph.

You can't deny that that is quite exciting. Yet there are only 3 or so of these races in the whole film and they each last 10 seconds. Also they are little different in filming or excitement from watching drag racing really and so you can't really call them art, more recreated reality.

So I was still left with the serious problem (for me as an artistic snob) of having watched something truly worthless and enjoyed it.

Then I realised why I had liked it.

My life is less interesting than a tiresome and uninventive piece of Hollywood trash.

Depressing, but for the last fortnight true. Roll on next week.

An Apology in Advance.

I may not be here next week so there may be a two-week gap between entries. I promise it shall be worth it.

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