Or How I Learned To Stop Quoting From 48 Year Old Movies And Love To Blah Blah Blah.
I saw Carnage this week, the new movie by Pinball Wizard, Titanic Lady, Nazi Man and Doctor Vampire. It’s based on a play, which is easy to figure out since they don’t ever leave a one-bedroom apartment.
Watching a play you realise that there are limits to the theatre, that only so much can be achieved on a stage, yet this film in adapting it to a movie ignores that they can ignore those limits. The furthest out this film goes is the corridor outside the apartment, and only then to justify another hilarious Polanski cameo.
And that’s where it becomes hard to reconcile your involvement in the film. Polanksi is reported to have done some very bad things, to the extent the Swiss stopped Scrooge McDuck swimming through their piles of Nazi gold (see: teeth) to get involved. And yet here he is continuing to make films that we can continue to “enjoy” (Carnage is very theatrical).
He’s made some good movies and some GREAT ones.
Am I able to watch the movies he made up to the point this stuff aaaallegedly happened? He wasn’t a criminal yet, right? God, this is depressing, I’m going to listen to some music. At least music doesn’t have this problem.
Thanks for listening, bro.
Damon Blake is a comedy maker and tea-drinker. He likes comic books and hurting people's feelings. He's the Uncle Ben to the bitter loners of Humourisms, ie, his death will motivate them on to greater things.You can find him on Twitter @blakingpoint writing jokes and crying. 
