Firstly, the bad (not that bad, don’t worry): Maureen Street has emailed me.
Maureen Street is probably a very nice woman but whenever I see an email from her in my in-box (as I did today… grrrr) I KNOW before I even open the email, that it’s a rejection from Woman’s Weekly.
They make poor old Maureen do all the dirty work, while assistant fiction editor Claire Cooper gets to give the good news out in her emails. I’d had my doubts about whether the story was really their ‘cup of tea’ but it was still a bit disappointing.
But, to cheer me up – the good news – I went to see ‘The Artist’, which won lots at last night’s Oscars. It wasn’t the best film I’ve ever seen to be honest (but no, I wasn’t one of those people who have, apparently, asked for their money back because they hadn’t realised it was SILENT!) but it was relaxing (too relaxing for some – read on) and the dog was cute.
A note of warning, if you’re planning to see it: the ‘silent’ bit doesn’t necessarily include the audience! I went in the middle of the day, so there were a fair amount of ‘seniors’ in the audience (including my mum) and I think most of them were a bit deaf.
If you go to see it (and here I delight in using the second person point of view – that much underused and overlooked writerly perspective…), check with the people sitting round you before it starts. Ask them, “Excuse me, but what food and/or drink have you got in that bag? Multi-pack of crisps? Popcorn? Can I help you to open the packet, NOW, before the film actually starts so you don’t have to rustle around too much? Anyone with a cough? Here, please, take this bottle of water, as a precautionary measure. … ” (I wish I had done this). If you go with your mum ask her if she’s planning to fall asleep. Three times. (Once I had to nudge her as she was just on the edge of a snore and she woke up with a loud “WHAT?”)
The woman behind me was sitting with a friend who was clearly a bit mutt-and-jeff. As the trailers finished, she said, “This is the film we’ve come to see, now.”
“THIS IS THE FILM WE’VE COME TO SEE, NOW!” (she said, twice – louder each time).
You might not be aware that The Artist is a comedy but I laughed – albeit silently – all the way through.