Surprisingly, I did manage to watch some movies in between my West Wing obsession, which I swear is lessening (no, really). Somehow, there was some genuinely great stuff in there too — the Bill Douglas trilogy on Criterion led to me rewatching If… which only gets better every single time I watch it — and, well, the three-part Kylie documentary on Netflix that I couldn’t resist: I’m a British man of a certain age, after all. (It’s a very funny documentary in that it spends two-and-a-half episodes on, like, a five year period and then goes, oh and then another three decades happened as if it’s an afterthought.)
Oh, and I saw Star Wars: The Mandalorian and Grogu, a movie that is so determined to be “content” that it made me actively angry for a day or so afterwards. If nothing else, let’s embrace the fact that it evoked some kind of strongly-felt emotion in me…
