One hour yawnfest...

I’m at work and currently taking a well-earned break from picking tiny clods of paper from the lethal teeth of the shredder with my fingertips. Despite my desire to do this with the shredder switched on for that added danger/gameshow element, I have elected to preserve my fingers for typing purposes, for today at least.

Last night (or was it the night before...? All the days seem to blend into one at the moment.) I watched the film ‘One Hour Photo’. I’d seen a trailer for it yonks ago with Robin Williams doing some bizarre disjointed shouting and workin’ the ‘paedophile-chic’ angle. *shudders* The voice over says something along the lines of ‘Robin Williams as you’ve never seen him before!!’ Thank God, I say. The whole ‘Man-child with a heart of gold’ thing was really getting me down. And I have to admit, I was hoping for something a little more ‘Silence of the Lambs’ish. Huh. Was I ever disappointed. There was all this in-your-face symbolism going on. Yes. Everything’s blank, pale and clinical, like his façade…etc. Symbolism and metaphors and that should surely be going over my head, as per usual, not interrupting my watching of the film.

I did like all the observations from RW’s character’s POV. All the types of people who come in and get their photos, but at some point in the story, someone seemed to get a bit bored and tried to tie up all of the hundreds of loose threads in a glorious monochrome bow. It was OK as a film, but it left me with all these bizarre questions.

1. If RW’s character is, as he professes, one of the best in the photo developing industry, why is he constantly touching people’s snaps with his naked, gloveless hands, thusly covering them with prints? ALL THE TIME?
2. Why does every single picture taken by the main family show them all together clearly against a backdrop with perfect make up and lighting surely unavailable to the common man, including the photo of the husband and his ‘lovah’?
3. Just who the hell is taking all these pictures anyway? I’ve done the traditional ‘Self Portrait’ photo. You invariably get the corner of your chin or something. And I can’t believe it’s some kind of timer photo. No one’s only half way in the picture having been caught short by the camera going off early.
4. Is RW's character a pervert, or what? Has he just (suddenly, right at the end) had a traumatic childhood? Should we address this, Officer ‘Guy from ER’? Perhaps you could just chat to him nicely instead…Yeah….
5. Hey! Is that the Sheriff guy from American Gothic? He was way more sinister than Robin Williams. And a little bit hot too…

Sigh. It’s this kind of thing that leads me to lose focus and dice with death using office equipment…