Scratchings in the Cyberverse

This was what I call a maintenance weekend - this one had not just a visit to the podiatrist (which is every six weeks) but a visit to the dentist as well (nothing that needs to be extracted or filled, back again in six months.) L cleaned the bathrooms and kitchens, and finally got the whipper-snipper powered up to tackle the lawn, I reduced the size of the ironing pile.

To get me through the ironing I finished off Hit Monkey (one of the oddest Marvel series on Disney+ - tucked away on Star away from the kids) and finally watched The Cars That Ate Paris (chock-filled with Australian character actors like Bruce Spence, Chris Haywood and, of course, John Meillion.) Cars was very much on a line that leads to the Mad Max Quadrilogy with a cobbled together pioneer chic that presages the standard post apocalypse apparel of dust coats, leather straps and metal implants. It's not a great film but you sense Weir's youthful anger at a type of Australia that still exists.

Our Saturday night film was Girlhood by Céline Sciamma (director of the wonderful Portrait of a Lady on Fire.) A study of relationships between young black girls in Paris, it has many delightful moments which only lead to an ambiguous ending