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Saturday, March 29, 2008

REM Sleep

Last night I watched the new Danny Boyle film 'Walls'. Set in the near future, in a sort of Children-Of-Men style Britain, it's the story of a single-parent father, played by Robert Carlyle, and his young son. The punishment for any crime in this bleak world is life imprisonment in one of the new super prisons which seemed to encompass huge swathes of the Yorkshire moors, and after his wife is murdered in a police 'exhibition' execution, Carlyle and his son end up behind bars for stealing stale bread from a Tesco rubbish bin. All is not lost however, as the ever resourceful 'Jimmy', played by Carlyle, has a plan for escape. This film is a masterpiece, but there is one slight problem . . .

. . . it doesn't exist.

I dreamt it.

I woke up this morning convinced that The Demon and myself had had a great night at the cinema, and for the first 5 minutes I genuinely believed that we'd been there. I rarely remember my dreams so I can only assume the the illness and fever that we've both been running and that has kept us both off work for the last few days is to blame, but it was a good film anyway.

If Danny Boyle is reading this blog, unlikely as that may be, feel free to take my idea and run with it. My gift to you. A wee mention in the closing credits will do.

7 comments:

Edward Ott said...

You should make it.

Inchy said...

I struggle to make toast.

Ron, apparently said...

I have to say I like the idea too. You should start your screenplay,no kidding. this could be your big break...

Inchy said...

When I make it big, Ron, you can be my personal fitness guru.

Steve said...

You dreamt you had a great night at the cinema? Now that is one amazing dream!

Inchy said...

Well a night out to the flicks for me and The Demon usually encompass a meal and a few drinks, so I cant really complain.

FOUR DINNERS said...

Sketch it out and send it in. Worst they can say is "No". Well I suppose they could say "Fuck off" but it isn't likely.

Go on mate. Have a go.