But I digress, this film resonates on a few levels, although I was never there for the height of prejudice and neither was I living in an area with a larger ethnic minority population or had a knife to my throat because of the colour of my skin. But its words that dance around you hurt the most and you learn to grow thick skin, but the truth is they will always hurt. Between friends and family we joke with the words, 'reclamining' them but I realise the older I get the more absurd it is when I say them and hear them. I was born just before the time the film was set, but the images it shows, I remember them vividly from my childhood. The grey slab pavement of the shopping precinct, boarded up shops where no one shopped, I can remember the smell of the wet concrete, even Roland Rat.
What makes the film though is Stephen Graham, he upset me with his words, for what he does, for what he believed in. But the truth behind all the violence and hate was that he was angry with the world, with Thatcher, with the way England was after the 70s. I don't blame anyone for thinking those things, even turning up to a National Front meeting, I just wish they could find another way.
When he pointed to his heart and forehead and said 'This Is England' I really agreed with him, there is nothing wrong with pride.
My arm was twisted, while my left arm was broken, the blood gushing from a cut just above my eye. The bright lights of the ambulance before the sirens, before they turned them off. The screaming in my ear, I couldn’t do anything except pick myself up and dust myself off with my only good but twisted arm.
This was winter air perfect for this very moment.
musik
- Tunnels- The Arcade Fire
- Laika- The Arcade Fire
- Melt Your Heart- Jenny Lewis
- Long Way Round
- Flight of the Conchords
- accidently stumbling on the secret of good pastry,
- swimming twice a week with Bakersfield 90210,
- playing big D and only getting 'fried' once,
- going to Austria and nearly ending up in hell for an ice cream,
- the old lady talking to me in the Kaufhof and teaching me some Bayerisches,
- not going out to eat,
- the new phone telling me distances in Km and miles,
- baking a freaking apple pie in the middle of the night when I wanted to make a freaking cake,
- Susu leaving me yoghurt in the fridge,
- Newman gets a mention for picking something up in England, cheers dude,
- the smell of pipe tabacco,
- making kebabs with Susu, even though she picked all the 'right size' mushrooms before I could,
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