Here's a catchy number for you courtesy of Claude Channes, as featured in the Jean-Luc Godard film, La Chinoise.
On a separate note, did anyone catch the UK premiere of Pan Am last night? Wow. As if British television channels weren’t already saturated with audiovisual garbage in every flavour, now something comes along that is so thoroughly feculent and devoid of any merit whatsoever that I actually began to embrace the prospect of sitting down to watch Wayne Rooney’s second cousin battle it out with carpet-fitter-to-the-stars, Bob, on ITV4's forthcoming Celebrity Come Morris Dance With Me to Dubstep On Ice.
Anyhow, it transpired that Pan Am is so historically inaccurate that the writers needed to continuously show a copy of LIFE magazine with the date on it in order to remind the viewer that it was meant to take place in the sixties. This was exemplified by the fact that - somewhere between nodding off and daydreaming about the many ways I could go about destroying my television - I half expected to see one of the passengers updating his Facebook status on his iPad. This almost seems like nitpicking when compared to the storyline – actually scrap that, compared to every other aspect of this show - which was a bit like watching an extended version of Britney Spears' video for Toxic crossed with an episode of schoolboy-come-spy puppet show, Joe 90. To describe Pan Am as “Mad Men on a plane” is tantamount to describing ‘Allo, ‘Allo! as “Schindler’s List in France”. Besides that, it was great! What did you think?
