Thursday, December 23, 2010

Kenny Rogers Kiera Knightly

The night before Christmas Eve, and here I am, at home; by a lovely real warm coal fire. I need a tam-o’-shanter and a smoking jacket and an impossibly large leather-bound volume to complete the effect, but even if I had these things, I’d be far to comfy and cosy to ever be arsed going to the trouble of getting up to fetch them now just for 'effect completion'.

In the stead of my large leather-bound volume, I have this small plastic-bound laptop, and in the stead of a good Dickensian novel I thought I’d pop a video into the drive. Which I did, it wasn’t something I was looking forward to mind you, it’s been lying around the house for a month and came in with a batch of other stuff (a friend was video-purging).
Until tonight I haven’t been able to bring myself to look at it; this was for two reasons:

1#,- because it has a pretentious sounding title, and

2#,- because it bears the supernaturally insipid face of Kiera Knightly on the cover; staring into the distance with her dead eyes.

My expectations were not high, and so I was only pleased and delighted to discover that this fillum was actually excellent. I was moved. Now I should say that I have absolutely no difficulty at all being moved by fillim: one time my phone rang and the conversation went as follows;

Hello Darren?

MYSELF: (Sobbing)

Are you okay?- You sound ‘in bits’…

I’m okay, it’s just that she died… and now the House.

Who died?

It’s THEIR house! They fixed it up together!

What? Who died?

She died and they never took their trip, and she never had a baby…

Oh for fecks sake!- what film are you watchin’ now?

This thing called ‘UP’ ; it’s only on ten minutes, animated thing;
I thought it’d be a laugh, but I don’t think I can watch anymore…

There’s something wrong with you- d’you know that?

And now the bastards want to take his house!

Okay, so, I’ll tell you what I’ll ring later…

It’s HIS House: the bastards!

You’re a fool. You need help.



Any way, where was I? Oh yes, I was moved, but then again I often am ( ‘cause I’m a big eejit really). So how else will I describe it? Okay.


Poetry is a word that’s passed around like a cheap harlot from discipline to discipline*: “His music is ‘poetry’”, “her painting is ‘poetry’”, “That time I rode yer wan in the back field…’twas pure ‘poetry’ I’m tellin’ yeh!”.

Poor oul’ ‘poetry’ gets shoe-horned in there time and time again so:- it’s worth stating that, when I use the word ‘poetry’ to describe this film,I use the actual word.

Not that the film is a poem, it couldn’t be. (Unless it consisted of carefully chosen words in a line whose rhythm and sounds have been extremely cleverly constructed to create a specific effect).
But the way that scenes and particularly, sounds blend together and fold back upon each other is extremely satisfying, and does remind me of poetry in the way that the way a poem is constructed, and each word ‘meets’ another, is far more important than any narrative.
This film has a narrative, (it’s based on a novel), but a lot of it has been constructed poetically and musically.
A lot of the soundtrack consists of music made from pertinent sounds, the clack of a typewriter, and the thumping of a stick on a car bonnet, a rifleshot. They are sound effects that occur in the action and then become music.

I couldn’t watch too many films made like this, I’m sure that the technique would lose its charm. But I thought that this was great. Completely unexpected.

Oh yeah: It's called 'Atonement'.

So it goes straight to the top of the ‘films with Kiera Knightly in ‘em’ chart, she didn’t ruin it but she wasn’t the main character as the cover suggested so maybe that was why.

Do you think that Tom Waits? Do you think maybe perhaps Jeremy Irons?
Have you ever wondered whether if perhaps Kenny Rogers Kiera,
- Knightly?

Best answer wins a prize. I won’t judge the winner meself,

I’ll let Wilson Pickett.


  1. Once apon a time i wondered into the library and as i browsed the books in half-hearted manner to see if anything might suggest itself, and that book 'Atonement' caught my eye.

    Ian McEwan was the author and having read and enjoyed two shorter works by him 'On Chesil Beach'and 'Amsterdam' i decided i might have a gander at this larger teffort from his nib. So i took the book down from the shelf to read the cover summary and such and there i saw on the cover that the story was 'Now a major motion picture starring Kiera Knightly' so i put the book back on the shelf and continued browsing the cud.

    Each subsequent time i was back in the library i would toy with the possibility that McEwan's writing might just outweigh any Knightly participation in a motion picture adaption, and overtime i eventually broke down my own knightly inspired reticence and borrowed the book.

    I am glad i did, its a great read and now i can confidently say that i hav'nt read a bad book by McEwan yet, and reccomend that if you ever get the chance to borrow Atonement then you might as well.

    I'm also pleased that, on your review, they seem not to have butchered a fine little story by their adaption and casting. It almost encourages me to watch the movie if it was ever on television and i happened to be in a room with said television and had nothing better to do but watch.

    Though, i might not at that,as now i have the convistion that i'd be thoroughly dissatisifed with the movie and moan about all they changed and whine about the casting and summize with that apocryphal cant 'the book was better by far'

  2. Funny that Ms Knightly has the ability to ward us off from multiple mediums: almost what you'd call a 'talent'.