Music:home tonight - pet shop boys (weird video on that one)
DVDs for Christmas
Quite flabbergasting generosity from certainlovelyfriends left me with five new DVDs this christmas, almost doubling my collection; but I've not got around to watching Finding Nemo, Children of the Stones and Intacto yet, because I was too busy watching the Hallmark Snow Queen (appallingly bad), The Top 100 Musicals (Denise Van Outen -- why?), and various christmas specials of which the runaway winner was the amazing Jackie Chan Animated Adventures Christmas Special, in which Jackie and the Jade Gang save Santa from a very naughty demon. I did get onto Peter Greenaway's Early Films, which had a tiny bolt-on documentary consisting of Greenaway trying to remember what he had done and why, having presumably made the decision not to rewatch the films before or during his commentary. A nice package, with a gallery and some previously unseen fragments, including (buried in a rather sentimental home video) the following story (told from memory):
A man believed looking at the sun could improve his eyesight and every evening would spend an hour looking west into the sunset. He persuaded his friends to do the same, who persuaded their friends, and so on. One group decided watching the sunrise was more beneficial, and started looking east in the morning, instead. Competetion between the groups became fierce, sometimes even leading to violence. The government issued a statement denying the health benefits of looking at the sun, protesters began looking west in the morning and east in the evening, and a group of satirical opticians began looking North and South in the middle of the night.
I always feel vaguely unfaithful when watching Greenaway films, though, because Derek Jarman really didn't like him. Also got round to Tale of a Vampire which (disappointingly) was just the old VHS pan-and-scan butchery on a shiny disk. Lazy buggers. Still, Julian Sands gives good fangage. The DVD I bought for damiancugley, the new Pet Shop Boys video collection, was more of a labour of love, complete with a bitchy commentary track ("were we choreographed or is this artist's own? ... this was a terrible idea, someone should have told us ... now, his father is a conservative MP") and all the obscurer videos that MTV didn't play. I also bought myself a present; the Daft Punk anime dance opera, Interstella 5555. Its exciting navigation means the section cachée is probably going to stay that way, but at least I found the character designs, so now know that the name of the lovely starship captain with unfortunate colour sense but an oh-so-heroic jaw is ... Shep. Oh. Maybe it sounds better in French/Japanese.