It’s usually annoyed me that writers are never sincerely recognized for their contribution to a show or a movie, and that’s why I’m pleased to bits that Phoebe Waller-Bridge has been invented. Because she’s turned out to be something we’ve never surely had earlier than — a superstar creator, she first got here to our attention with Fleabag, which she followed up with the first-rate first season of Killing Eve. Today, she’s busy writing the brand new Bond film, which means the similarly gifted Emerald Fennell has written the second series of Killing Eve. Who is additionally making waves and growing column inches? When it involves writing genius, I reckon each is on a par with Jane Goldman, who wrote Kick-Ass, after which the incomparable Kingsman. I imply Colin Firth? In that church? Stabbing Bible-bashers in the throat? Scenes don’t get better than that.
I want Austen to be strangled.
Today, it’s said Jane is writing the eagerly predicted prequel to Game Of Thrones, and I couldn’t consider each person better.
Notice a trend right here?
There have been a few extremely well-written Marvel movies, but I reckon the best has to be Guardians Of The Galaxy, which was written by Nicole Perlman. Who’s a lady?
Then there’s Lost In Translation.
It stars Bill Murray and Scarlett Johansson, and that’s quite a powerful combination. But what makes it one of my all-time preferred films is the writing, which was carried out by Sofia Coppola.
Who, you’ve guessed it, is likewise a female.
As a rule, I’m not keen on books written by female authors. As an alternative, I’d examine the commands at the back of a sick bag. I desire Jane Austen had been strangled via her umbilical twine and that the Bronte sisters had all emerged as miners or plumbers. After which, there are all the one’s books by Daphne Du Maurier. More currently, we’ve had EL James, who wrote the dreary Fifty Shades Of Grey, and JK Rowling, who got here up with the completely unfathomable Harry Potter nonsense. But women are cleansing up in the international of contemporary-day television and movies.
They’re not sitting on Twitter worrying about higher pay.
They’re sitting at their laptops, sitting for long periods into the night, and earning it. And I hope they’re being rewarded.
Because they’re placing a few va-va-voom into what’s effortlessly the most crucial part of any manufacturing, it’s no longer the course or the appearance or the struggle scenes. It’s the writing.
Insta percent stored my female’s eye; WE are forever advised that social media is a terrible factor as it’s a festering cesspool of bullying, racism, and radicalized terrorists.
Yes, however, my eldest daughter awakened with a poor eye this week.
Being a toddler in the cellular cellphone era, she immediately photographed it and positioned the image on Instagram. After that, one of her fans said she had to visit an optician. She took this recommendation, and the eye man sent her at once to a health facility wherein she was diagnosed with scleritis – a severe disorder that reasons blindness if it’s not treated right now. So, the next time someone tells you that social media is a horrific element, the precise response must be: “Yes, it’s miles. . once in a while.”
Give cameras the silent remedy. SO-CALLED “noise cameras” are being installed on Britain’s streets to trap people whose car exhausts are too loud.
Strange.
We don’t have sufficient money in the U.S. to give a vintage female a free television license; we will find the money for equipment to trap a person who was given his Porsche in “Sport” mode.
Frankly, I assume they have the incorrect target besides.
I was in the Italian city of Siena closing Friday and became knocked over (lightly) with the aid of an electric taxi that I surely didn’t hear coming. So, if you find human beings over noise, pass after people who aren’t making sufficient of it.
This is BAD news from the tropical island of Cuba.
Their 60-year experiment with socialism, led by Fidel Castro, has now long gone so badly wrong that people are limited to two thighs of fowl a month and a desire every day of both rice and beans.
Still, as a minimum, they do have the light.
Whereas here, while Corbyn’s lot gets into No10, we can all be starving to death . . . in the rain.
Police in a jam over an accident
AT around 1.30 am last Friday, there was an unpleasant wreck at the Hammersmith flyover in West London, and tragically, an elderly driver was killed. Naturally, the police closed the road in both instructions so that he and his injured spouse could be handled sensitively.