What's On? 18.12.17
In Filmhouse cinema this week they're showing It's a Wonderful Life. I've never seen it and am aware it's the ultimate Christmas feel-good movie-
But stop. As much as I'd like to talk about movies and good cheer, I'm going to refer instead to the images I chose for this post. Isn't there something creepy about Christmas? A patriarch climbs down the chimney into people's houses. For why? I'm trying to off-set the image with a picture of a kissing couple, and they do look happy. But she's also stick-thin. I'm worried for her. Does her military-clad husband let her eat? And what of the other couple, by the punch bowl. Is that the husband with his uniform removed? Is he flirting with his wife's best friend? Her sister, maybe? What kind of sick arrangement is this?
It's been a fucked-up year. It's a sick, fucked-up year when your image of Father Christmas reminds you of Harvey Weinstein. I'm wondering if I can watch It's a Wonderful Life without imagining President Trump buying up the town and turning it into a nuclear facility. I'm wondering if, when the snow falls as it surely must upon the actor Jimmy Stewart, I think instead of the ashes of dreams of 2017. Oh the hopes we had.You can tell I'm in the Christmas spirit, but perhaps It's a Wonderful Life can save me, with a warm whisky or cognac afterwards, or a Bailey's by the fireside (I don't have a fireside but I have a radiator, it will do). Enjoy your Christmas week and please forget about my dark despair at Christmas 2017, and for that matter 2016 too. 2018 will be better, and in the meantime, Christmas shopping in Edinburgh and a warm beverage in a bar can't be so bad.