If you were in New York or another big city in the US thirty-five years ago, 25 June 1982, four films opened:
- Blade Runner (Ridley Scott)
- MegaForce (Hal Needham)
- Monty Python Live at the Hollywood Bowl (Terry Hughes/Ian MacNaughton)
- The Thing (John Carpenter)
It would be pleasing to note that MegaForce was the only hit — it’s got Barry Bostwick in it, guys — but it tanked, too.
I suspect the others made their money back on the video/DVD long tail — but where’s MegaForce 2049?
For about a month now I’ve been told that I can put my feet up now.
Yes, the teaching is over, but then there’s the marking to be done and then there’s all the bits and pieces that got lost in transit because essays can be handed in all kinds of places now and every time you think it’s over there’s another one beneath.
And then there’s internal boards and external boards and reviews and overviews and forward planning and archiving and interviews and supervising …
… there’s the catching up with work and thus …
… well, I want to do something but I can only find two days in the next fortnight where I can do this.
There’s the research.
There’s a pile of reading to be done (remembers something else) and before the end of July I need to write four pieces:
- conference paper on Ex_Machina
- writing up of the conference paper on Quest for Love
- conference paper on the 2005 film adaptation of The War of the Worlds (probably not the one you are thinking of)
- chapter on Star Trek movies
That’s in order of how much prep I’ve already done, but on the other hand that’s about eight films to rewatch and mull over for the last one.
I can probably hide from Quest for Love, but I applied for QR funding for that one and — well other bits of research got in the way to use that do I feel duty bound to finish before the end of the academic year.
And meanwhile I’ve been given some money to employ a research assistant on the beer stuff and I really have to visit an archive with him before he can go much further. And there’s only two days I can do that in the next fortnight. And of course there’s things I need to read to know where to send him next.
Watch the plates.
Watch them spin.
Having finished all three lectures for Monday by close of play Thursday, I can take the weekend off.
Well, I have a meeting on Saturday, which doesn’t count.
I can take the weekend off.
There are the portfolios that need marking, and I can get a few done on the train. But apart from that I can take the weekend off.
And I’m going to see a comedian Sunday night, which might feed into research. But that doesn’t count.
And I’m so close to the library, I might as well look for the other book I wanted yesterday. I can take the weekend off apart from that.
And I want to read the book I did take out.
But apart from that, I can take the weekend off.