Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri

Frances McDormand as Midlred

This blog is primarily about my films, my screenplay, the influences behind it and my efforts to get ‘The Fugitive Stag’ on the small or big screen – OK, sometimes a few other interests sneak in from time to time. Last night we both enjoyed an excellent black comedy, as above. An intriguing story, brilliant acting all round, great screenplay, producing and directing, by Martin Mc Donagh. Don’t know how we missed it when it came out in 2017. It was a great cast, with superb performances from Frances and Sam.

While traveling through the southern USA at thr end of the millennium, Mc Donagh came across a couple of accusatory billboards about an unsolved crime, which he described as “raging and painful and tragic” alleging the murder of a woman named Kathy Page by her husband Steve Page in Vidor, Texas. The billboards highlighted the incompetence of police work and deeply affected McDonagh; he said that the image “stayed in my mind […] kept gnawing at me” and presumed that they were put up by the victim’s mother. This incident, combined with his desire to create strong female characters, inspired him to write the story for Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri – Wikipedia.

Frances McDormand and Sam Rockwell‘s performances garnered widespread critical acclaim and earned them the Academy Awards for Best Actress and Best Supporting Actor, respectively.

On Rotten Tomatoes, the film holds an approval rating of 90% based on 387 reviews, and an average rating of 8.41/10 – On Metacritic, which assigns a normalized rating to reviews, the film had a weighted average score of 88 out of 100, based on 50 critics, indicating “universal acclaim.

We both gave it 9/10.

Many poems have inspired the genesis of ‘The Fugitive Stag’ …

THIS IS ONE OF THE LAST ONES, BY MINA LOY

Marble

Greece has thrown       white shadows

sown

their eyeballs with oblivion

A flock of stone

Gods

perched upon pedestals

A populace

of athlete lilies

of the galleries

swoop the facades of space

with spiral curves

of idol substance

in the silence

A colonnade

Apollo haunts Apollo

with the shade

of a lost hand

Kouros 6th century B.C.

As King Arthur drama ‘Cursed’ opens on Netflix, Tom Fordy discusses its legendary precursor ‘Excalibur’ with director John Boorman’s son Charley

A dream to some, a nightmare to others: sex, magic and myth on the set of Excalibur https://www.telegraph.co.uk/films/0/dream-nightmare-others-sex-magic-myth-set-excalibur/

Charley Boorman (Photo by Tim Whitby/WireImage)

Excalibur’s Ending. https://youtu.be/XwK90ecdrXg via @YouTube

The final scene is definitely in my TOP SEVEN movie endings.

If you want to understand Beethoven, listen to his piano sonatas

Beethoven: Sonata No.16 in G Major, Op.31 No.1 (Kovacevich, Goode) https://youtu.be/q7LXQVxd6xA via @YouTube

The first Op.31 sonata is by far and away the funniest of all Beethoven’s 32 sonatas, and it’s kind of hard to explain why it isn’t one of the most famous of them all: all the movements feature attractive melodies, and it brims with good humour from the subtle to the ironically crass. You’ve got the first movement, where the hands can’t play together and the development is built almost entirely around an apparently inconsequential motif, the second, which is a joyfully overlong and increasingly absurd parody of (bad) Italian opera, and the third, full of wily chromatic movement and wry counterpoint.

Ludwig van Beethoven 1770 – 1827

HAPPY 250TH ANNIVERSARY

“Balm for ills unnamed”

REVOLT – Against the Crepuscular Spirit in Modern Poetry

I would shake off the lethargy of this our time,
and give
For shadows—shapes of power
For dreams—men.


“It is better to dream than do”?
Aye! and, No!


Aye! if we dream great deeds, strong men,
Hearts hot, thoughts mighty.


No! if we dream pale flowers,
Slow-moving pageantry of hours that languidly
Drop as o’er-ripened fruit from sallow trees.
If so we live and die not life but dreams,
Great God, grant life in dreams,
Not dalliance, but life!


Let us be men that dream,
Not cowards, dabblers, waiters
For dead Time to reawaken and grant balm
For ills unnamed.

Great God, if we be damn’d to be not men but only dreams,
Then let us be such dreams the world shall tremble at
And know we be its rulers though but dreams!
Then let us be such shadows as the world shall tremble at
And know we be its masters though but shadow!


Great God, if men are grown but pale sick phantoms
That must live only in these mists and tempered lights
And tremble for dim hours that knock o’er loud
Or tread too violent in passing them;


Great God, if these thy sons are grown such thin ephemera,
I bid thee grapple chaos and beget
Some new titanic spawn to pile the hills and stir
This earth again.

EZRA POUND (from Poems and Translations