Harold_Hardrider — 15 years ago(February 11, 2011 02:42 AM)

Blakey (to his friends) was a good man; nay, a great man. A man not like other men. A man who could take pride in his achievements. A man who once took Torquay Utd from League 2 to Champions League Glory on Football Manager 2007. But, no, no. This was not a man who liked to brag. This was a real man; yes, in that old cliche - a man's man. A man whose list of lovers read like a who's who of Who's Who. Katherine "Kitty" Wilder; Sandy Duchamps; Lima Zinelli; Toscanni de Graafschaap; Teddy "Bear" Thomas. Nay, do not judge for, yes, Blake was a bisexual. But Blakey also made films; "movies" in the American argot. "Cinema"; "pictures"; "shows" - Blakey loved them all and he embraced them all. His films spanned genres; took in wide vistas of landscape and architecturel;shot them all as if they were Heaven itself. Among his best were "Bad Time in Bolton" (1976), "Sad Days for the Sun-Kid" (1984) and the revelatory documentary "Now He's Gonna Show Ya: Old Boys of Virginny Talk" (1992). His work was marked by a distinct human feeling; an ability to divine the mystic in the rational. He favoured wide camera angles and short, punchy, dialogue. He was not a fan of 3-D or even, he claimed in later life, of colour films at all. He claimed never to have seen "Citizen Kane" and his favourite movie (in an oft-qouted, possibly sarcastic remark) "Just Friends" (yes, the Ryan Reynolds/Amy Smart/Anna Faris fandango).
Iced Diamond: Vuvezala THIS A**HOLE!
Harold: HARDRIDER OUT