Glastonbury
I really wanted to like this film, because you know that the Daily Mail will hate it. And it's not positively bad, it's just like being stuck on a long train journey with someone droning onto you about how great it was in 1994, because they had a bad time in 1992 and they didn't go in 1993, and all the time you are being slightly distracted by the slight odour of spoiled milk coming out of this his bag. Not quite cheese, more like fat-man fold-sweat....Just how long it was definitely pushed it over the edge into shit, I'm afraid. Had you ever actually been you might love it. There is just too much footage of people having a party while you are sitting in the Odeon Panton Street watching it. There are good bits. Especially good bits are a) the toilet cleaning sequence, and b) the Battle of the Beanfield. This has been the film I have been most torn about whether it is good or shit while I have writing this blog, so maybe you should watch it and make up your own mind.
posted by Chairman Peyote @ 2:13 PM
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The poet Wallace Stevens habitually praised a poetic of having "not ideas about the thing, but the thing itself". Unfortunately this approach was not useful for Glastonbury. Endless footage of people in funny costumes, and teenagers getting mashed negated the splendid poo-cleansing sequence. It is a good poem by Stevens though.
Stick your Gillian McKeith degrees up your arse you wanker
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