Any film that contains a character credited as 'Nude Pomegranate Tory' is deserving of our attention. It transpires, however, that this is only the most modest of reasons to be interested in The Favourite , the magnificent new film by Yorgos Lanthimos which as a parable for our troubled times provides precious little by way of encouragement. The film looks amazing. Baroque starts at the point when the dial has been turned up to eleven, so now we are at, to coin a phrase, eleventy stupid. Pictures, tapestries, wallpaper, dresses, wigs are all off the scale and then there is an amazing improvised routine that starts somewhere in the vicinity of a formal dance like a Rigaudon before moving into something more akin to a high kicking Tarantella as envisioned by a New Romantic practising to be a cheerleader. Clearly that doesn't end well. There are vaulting sexual politics in that all of the men are treated as dolts and idiots by the three women at the centre of the c
Occasional musings about time spent in museums, galleries, theatres, cinemas and other dark settings ..