Don’t trust it

Something annoying happened and I just lost my post about Covid-19. Appropriate I guess considering what’s happening everywhere. A symbolic sign that who knows what will happen next? I guess this says it better, I hope. A symbol of uncertainty. Always save one’s work. Always take the required precautions against this virus. But maybe there is a reason for losing one’s post: keep it short.

One out of the bunch

Thinking I was some kind of expert on U2, with reviews of their early albums posted about two years ago, I realized that I did never like that much their early albums anyway. It’s okay for those kind of reviewers who can appreciate their early material, but it was The Joshua Tree (1987) that made me aware that were actually other U2 albums out there, not that these early ones resonated much.

Paradise falls

In Up (2009), explorer slash adventurer Charles Muntz went to South America, Paradise Falls to be exact, in his Spirit of Adventure flying machine, and brings back the skeletal remains of a rare, tall, two-legged bird. Scientists smell a phony and Muntz is stripped of his awards and heads back to Paradise Falls to withdraw from the world. Years later, Carl (Ed Asner), an elderly man, finds his family home is scheduled for the property developers, but he concocts a plan to escape, and lifts off the ground, heading for Paradise Falls, the place that he and the love of his life promised to one day see. Carl is going for his wife Ellie, who died, and Boy Scott Russell comes along for the ride…The humanity of the characters shine through. In fact, this is a really good film. The action hits the spot. The themes are wonderful–let the elderly live out their retirement in peace, the value of friendship and concern for others, loyalty and faithfulness. Ed Asner and Jordan Nagai, as the voice of Carl and Russell respectively, as well as their animated altar-egos, are completely believable. The weird mechanized dogs at Paradise Falls may be someone’s idea of fun, however parents may be warned that there are light scenes of peril, and Charles Muntz the once respected explorer is a little strange, but Up is well formed, beautifully so. The music is genuinely charming and beautiful. Up seems aware of its own fantasy—quite resigned to it, but not happily so. The message, of never up-heaving the elderly from their homes, may in real life, somewhere, be something of a fantasy. Up never lays the sadness of this on thick. A thoughtful touch with a tinge of sadness.

Published 2020,


What fiction I am reading. “The Wind in the Willows”, by Kenneth Grahame, first published 1908. Reading this is like taking a leisurely stroll. Wind in the Willows is measured by simplicity and brightness, as it follows the beautiful exchanges, pleasantries and adventures of Mole, Rat, Toad of Toad Hall, and Badger, who mirror life in the animal world but have human-like characteristics. Their adventures in the wilds is shadowed by the human world above, with its motor vehicles, while the seasons pass lyrically for animal and human. There is one word for it and I try not to use this word lightly: it’s utterly delightful. I am currently up to page 80 and it’s not dulling.