Innocence is a kind of insanity

Advice for the red carpet field of combat: If you’re going to be dressing in civilian clothes, don’t forget pumps. Apparently for Madonna’s after-party you’re not allowed a ‘plus one’. Isn’t that spookily akin to Philip K Dick’s The Adjustment Bureau where our brightest and best are kept from straying left-field lest they meet a love of their life who, just might love them?

Hey: if you missed an Oscar invite there is always The Tony Awards around the corner. (Now I've drawn attention to it, hope some Sergeant-Major doesn't force down that link in the face of little green backed men.) Who knows: you too may go from a Neil Patrick Harris eating sushi onstage to making your own out of an audience. Lots of truth seeking in this year’s Documentary Feature nominations…

Over the decades yours truly has sat (willingly though often restlessly) through enough foreign films to feed a favela for a lifetime. Many, alas, have no retinal flashbacks. Ida (a Foreign Film nominee) isn’t just mellifluously directed (Pawel Pawlikowski) but carved out of onyx by writer Rebecca Lenkiewicz.

He who dares not offend cannot be honest.

Speaking of la Vérité: anyone seen the UK TV series Black Mirror (Robert Downey Jr optioned an episode) produced and mostly written (co or all) by a coruscating TV critic- about well…: you’ll work it all out. 

If that’s not ‘eerie’ enough for you, go back in history and watch The Narcotic Farm. Does the end ever justify the means? 

Everybody's Got The Right

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