Of Time and the Shitty

One of the most rubbish things about existing is pretending to like people that secretly you don’t like. Maybe they’re your spouse’s best friend or your son’s brattish chums. Perhaps they’re the teacher that holds the key to your ambitions. Whoever they are, there’s a chance that there’s 1 in your life.

Mine is currently the British film director Terence Davies. He’s recently made this film called ‘Of Time and the City’, which has received good reviews, including getting seriously bummed off in Cannes, and is out in UK cinemas this month. I write a film page which loves things from Merseyside, so I’ve had to cover a lot of Terence’s activity in the last few months. I’ve had a chat with him and watched his stuff and I’ve decided that it’s all self-indulgent pants. However, I have to put him in because he’s local and it’s big waves in a small pond etc.



Except he isn’t really that local. Sure, he’s from Liverpool, but he hasn’t lived there for 25 years. His new film, reinvigorating his career was actually funded using a competition used to inspire creativity and forward-thinking film making in the area. I think it’s a bit cheeky, especially alongside the press kit labelling the film an elegy. Liverpool’s dead, see. At least it has been since Terence Davies decided to leave town.

He’s seen as very poetic, but I see it as over-sentimental, drivelling rubbish by someone who should stick to his cosy rural living and stop inflicting his neuroses upon perfectly innocent members of the public. I don’t have any problem being positive and encouraging about initiatives like his, and support independent film fiercely, but I think this particular foray (and Terence’s involvement) is a con. :(.