and the constant stream of TTWCs is boring me, too.
This evening, The Shopping Sherpa and I enjoyed Joe Strummer : the future is unwritten. Two middle-aged librarians knitting beanies through a bio-doc - the essence of punk and the freedom to choose. It could only have been more appropriate if we'd failed to pay for our tickets and liberated the wool.
Between us we finished these two beanies and made good headway (sorry) on a third.
TTWC 2007.111 and 112 enjoy salt and pepper squid at Gus's after the flicks
The interviews with Joe's contemporaries are interesting, but it is pity they weren't all identified until the end. It's hard to evaluate someone's opinion when you can't quite place them.
The film has a fantastic soundtrack, not only The Clash, but Elvis, Harry Belafonte, The Sex Pistols and Nina Simone. About three quarters of the way through, however, I felt like lighting up and grabbing the nearest hairy punk wannabe that my father disapproved of. Ah, happy days.