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Make Celebrities History

Oh for the film reviews of yesteryear! Admittedly British culture, such as it ever was, has been completely drowned out since the days of Graham Greene by the din created by the vulgarian promoters of "celebrity" pop singers . But isn't one still entitled to expect that in The Spectator, of all places, a reviewer would have some degree of literacy, and some remaining vestiges of classical allusion beyond the titles and lyrics of pop songs

Dylan, not Dillon, Thomas

Make Celebrities History - Oh, you've hit my g-spot with that !

But if you will let a restaurant 'critic' loose in a cinema, what can one expect ? Last week she was dissing Keira and Sienna for having Welsh accents that made them sound like Indians.

What fatuous tosh ! I grew up in Dylan Thomas land, and whatever else one says about the film they made a truly creditable performance on the accent front.

I could almost fancy them, in their frocks, stockings and the wellies - if only they weren't so skinny ! They'd never manage with the milking like that - luckily they didn't have too -and one suspects that D. Ross has never even seen a cow, much less met a genuine Welsh person, in Crouch End.

There is a reason Peter Bradshaw writes for the Guardian - other media would be panicking about 'upsetting the advertisers'...

JohnA

Hm, I always find Welsh people do sound rather like Indians, Dylan. I often test them with simple questions, such as, do you have Kingfisher? Can you give me a receipt? A receipt, from the till? The till - that thing you put the money in? And if they are obviously nonplussed, I realise they must be Welsh, and just leave them in peace.
It works for me.
That Dylan Thomas film was rubbish though. And no mango chutney either.

Make Celebrities History

Thankyou Dylan Thomas. I did not see Deborah Ross's review of the film about your eponymous countryman, but I am surprised that she would even have heard of him. Which is a pity, because she could otherwise have enriched her "reviews" with allusions to, say, not going gently into that good night, or being up to No Good Boyo, or being young and easy under the apple bough. But on the subject of making celebrities history, I am sure that you and I are joined by many millions Britons in this desire. In case the movement ever comes to anything, I am preparing, like the man in "The Mikado", a little list. So far it contains the names of (Sir) Bob Geldof, Bono, Abba, Meryl Streep, Kylie Minogue (OBE), Nicole Kidman, Cate Blanchett, Britney Spears, Amy Winehouse, Pete Doherty, Jade Goody and all those untalented, ill-bred, uneducated, overexposed, vacuous charlatans, mountebanks and bores whose "celebrity" is the product not of talent or ability but of commercial promotion and the abysmal taste of the great British public.