Like you, I am holed up in my flat for the remainder of this pandemic. But unlike my thousands of Facebook friends, millions of followers and three loyal readers, I am thrilled by this situation!
Research shows that smell, touch and taste are strong evokers of nostalgia. Marcel Proust’s cookie broke in 1913 and it caused him to write seven ridiculously long and unreadable volumes.
Podcast: Why is Quentin Tarantino mooching around with Leonardo DiCaprio and Brad Pitt, recasting the dying days of the golden age of Hollywood? Was it so golden? Did it really last this long? Sean and Robin clench the fist of nostalgia. Contains shoes.
Podcast: It’s Yesterday, it’s now, but the Beatles don’t exist. Neither do Oasis. But what about wit, humour and empathy? Can Richard Curtis and Danny Boyle fit them in? And who’s gonna live forever? Robin and Sean take the long and winding road to the dark heart of the long and winding romcom. Contains karaoke.
Thank you British films and British actresses. Thank you Lily James and Felicity Jones and Kate Winslet and Emma Watson and Keira Knightley and you too, Audrey Hepburn (born in Belgium, but British to me).
Nobody wants to go on record about this, but I’m fed up and I’m taking a stand. There’s a pattern of British bands coming here, stealing our blues, taking our women, and criticizing America in their lyrics.