Dingo the Dissident

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Saturday, 21 September 2013

Hollywood meets Saint-Antonin

A certain Ms Mirren,
someone called  Lasse Hallström,
and dozens of cool young zombies
with cellphones (all looking alike)
and a fleet of white van/trucks full of equipment
have been occupying the village like
the living dead from dawn to dusk,
at the behest of a certain Mr Spielberg
and a certain Ms Winfrey (co-producers).
Huge marquees have been erected
to feed the more lowly vampires.
Having seen what they do and what they waste
I think I will never go to a cinema again.

House-prices will probably double in two years' time
after the ephemeral banality, the trashy movie
costing scores of millions, hits the cinemas.
So I will sell my half-timbered, full-of-character
little house and move to somewhere much quieter,
much less desirable to the canaille
who watch American rather than Iranian movies.

[The film is called "The Hundred-Foot Journey"]

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