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Watched High Plains Drifter last night. Bit confusing as the marshal that was whipped to death looked like Clint Eastwood. Thought maybe he'd somehow risen from the dead, expect nobody in the town recognised him.
I assume that was the idea; create that ambivalence about whether it's his ghost come to take revenge, and so on
Having thought on this I suspect the logic used here was, "I am on my own, so therefore I am isolating" whilst completely missing the point of what self-isolation actually entails.
Possibly so, though one would hope that a woman in her eighties had managed to garner at least a vague understanding of how disease transmission happens
Possibly so, though one would hope that a woman in her eighties had managed to garner at least a vague understanding of how disease transmission happens
Tonight's viewing was Linotype: The Film (2012), about the eponymous typesetting machine and the people who still keep them going. Big nostalgia kick for me, as we had one at the school press in the late 1970s, when they started vanishing from the printing industry as phototypesetting took over, and to this day it's the most incredible and unlikely machine I have ever encountered. Seriously, it's like a Heath Robinson contraption raised to the Nth power; yet for nearly a hundred years it was used to set every page of every newspaper in the world, and a good percentage of the books too. A wonderful beast, if you don't mind being close to a machine that has so many moving parts it could remove multiple pieces of your body simultaneously just in the normal process of operating it, and is prone to squirting a powerful jet of molten type metal at your groin if something goes wrong; as one of the chaps in the film said, "This was pre-idiot-proof"
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