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1981. The year that Chris Boucher murdered Christmas! Yes, we have reached the year of that episode of Blake's 7. Stunned silences up and down the country. It must have been a fairly off-putting year for SF fans in general actually, as this was also the year when Tom Baker finally handed back his TARDIS key. Not soon enough for me, I must admit, but fanboys still weep to think of the Pharos Project tower. Goodbye jelly babies, farewell lengthy scarf. Hello, me becoming a Who fan. But we had to wait until the beginning of 1982 for that.
Good stuff at the cinema in 1981. I don't think I'd been since the alleged trip to see Bambi in 1976, but I managed to go twice in 1981: to Superman II and Clash Of The Titans. Of the two, it's only the latter that I own, although they're both good movies. Clash Of The Titans absolutely blew me away as a little kiddie in the cinema. I suppose the SFX look a bit rocky by today's standards? I'm no judge, I'm afraid. Half the time, modern CGI FX just look like cartoons to me, and I can't see what all the fuss is about (aren't old trailers slow, though!). All that aside, and modern fancy FX or no, there's no beating Christopher Reeve when you're making a Superman film. Got taken to see that by a family friend who well nigh adopted me that year. Six months later he emigrated to South Africa, which just goes to show that you can never really know what's going on in somebody's head. He used to send photographs of himself from Johannesburg, in his ambulance driver's uniform (complete with sidearm). Hello, political awakening. Goodbye something else.
( Jangly stuff under here )
I realise this is very poppy, and I probably should have included something like Ghost Town by the Specials, which summed up the political scene this year so well. But I can't include everything. And consider yourselves lucky - I could have treated you to Joe Dolce's Shaddup Your Face. (That was never going to happen). Good year for music again, though. Swords Of A Thousand Men! Wired For Sound! And, once again, there's the other end of the scale. Olivia Neutron-Bomb with Let's Get Physical. The sodding Birdie Song. Godley & Creme with the most terrifying song ever written: Under Your Thumb, in which a commuter fights for his life whilst under attack from a psychotic ghost. Oh, blimey: Do The Hucklebuck. I loved that. *red face* And Toyah! Teenage rebellion was very orange in 1981...
Good stuff at the cinema in 1981. I don't think I'd been since the alleged trip to see Bambi in 1976, but I managed to go twice in 1981: to Superman II and Clash Of The Titans. Of the two, it's only the latter that I own, although they're both good movies. Clash Of The Titans absolutely blew me away as a little kiddie in the cinema. I suppose the SFX look a bit rocky by today's standards? I'm no judge, I'm afraid. Half the time, modern CGI FX just look like cartoons to me, and I can't see what all the fuss is about (aren't old trailers slow, though!). All that aside, and modern fancy FX or no, there's no beating Christopher Reeve when you're making a Superman film. Got taken to see that by a family friend who well nigh adopted me that year. Six months later he emigrated to South Africa, which just goes to show that you can never really know what's going on in somebody's head. He used to send photographs of himself from Johannesburg, in his ambulance driver's uniform (complete with sidearm). Hello, political awakening. Goodbye something else.
( Jangly stuff under here )
I realise this is very poppy, and I probably should have included something like Ghost Town by the Specials, which summed up the political scene this year so well. But I can't include everything. And consider yourselves lucky - I could have treated you to Joe Dolce's Shaddup Your Face. (That was never going to happen). Good year for music again, though. Swords Of A Thousand Men! Wired For Sound! And, once again, there's the other end of the scale. Olivia Neutron-Bomb with Let's Get Physical. The sodding Birdie Song. Godley & Creme with the most terrifying song ever written: Under Your Thumb, in which a commuter fights for his life whilst under attack from a psychotic ghost. Oh, blimey: Do The Hucklebuck. I loved that. *red face* And Toyah! Teenage rebellion was very orange in 1981...
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