After a long absence from the cinema or at least that type of cinema (Hannah Arendt at a cinema that barely sells popcorn doesn’t quite count as DEAFENING-OMNIPLEX-VIEWING) I went to see the One Direction film earlier this week at a promo type event accompanying a friend.
I have some things to say about it, including a labour analysis and an invocation of Bronski Beat and Ken Loach.
I am waiting for a sensible publication to come forth and request I opine on the One Directionals for some shillings. Hello The New Statesman.
Roll up, roll up.
Please turn down those blessed adverts in the cinema — my ears are still ringing and it’s been 3 days since the 3D visual and auditory assault.