Monday night, I was at the Cinéclub in Quillan, with Annie
and Pete and Gus and Micheal and Simona to see Les
Toilettes du Pape; much taken with it all though what
was described as tragécomic turned out to be mostly
tragic. And in Spainish with French subtitles.
-Bare bones; piss poor community in Uruguay gets by
on a bit of smuggling, cycling like mad over the mountains
to Brasil. Vile customs officer makes life miserable.
But help is at hand - the Pope is visiting! There will be
pilgrims to feed and cater for. Our hero builds a toilet.
It ain't that simple of course and it has its moments,
visually rich, but we guessed that the pilgrims
wouldn't buy and that the father of the poor would float
off, indifferent. Everyone looses everything.
But hope springs eternal...
Got home late and switched on to make my report and
wow!! -See entry below.
I was baffled for a moment.
How did Leo and Toby get here??
It took me a while to realise that dear Mr Hall
was FINALLY reporting from elsewhere!
More, Steve, please. I think that there are more
Tillingites in Edinburgh than there are here.
-eh, and lovely to see Scottish Daves sporran...
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