We went with our friends Hilly and Lou to see the new James Bond film last week. I enjoyed it – I don’t normally do action movies, but this was a classic Bond movie – simple plot, and action that simply cannot be taken seriously, and with no attempt by the Director to do so. The trouble with so many (mostly American) action films is that the fights and chases simply cannot be taken seriously but the Director still likes to think that it is reality drama at its best. Only in Bond can the hero indulge in a car and motor bike chase through a fruit market, across roofs, onto the top of a railway carriage, where he fights with the villain through two railway tunnels, and still emerge with a pristine white shirt. He wouldn’t stay so neat and clean if he had two dogs.
Chantal claimed that she stayed awake throughout the film. The rest of us weren’t so sure. A leading character (I won’t disclose who and spoil it for those who plan to watch the film) is clearly shot, blood spurting down their arm as they stagger through a tunnel, almost collapsing, still bleeding, eventually succumbing to, presumably, blood loss. As we walked out, Chantal queried “So how did they die?”
Technically we live in Oaktree House, but sadly the tree had to go.
We now have a thriving Oakstump at the front of the house.
