Rob's (cricket) Film Review Blog

Less than nothing about cricket - but it is set during the war - and the Germans or the Jews have never been big big cricket fans. The first time I saw this was when I was recovering from general anasthetic following the removal of my four wisdom teeth in 1995. My girlfriend at the time (now my wife) kindly allowed me to bleed over her pillows and looked after me as I recouperated at her flat in Croydon for 3 days. I can't recall too much - post op, but when she went back to work on the second day, she got a load of videos to keep me entertained whilst I drifted in and out of morphine-induced sleep. Imagine me there, lying in bed in excruciating post-op pain, face swollen up to twice its (already a big podgy) size, unable to swallow or to eat, being woken up with the pain, popping two more pills and waiting for them to take effect. I put on the video that has kindly been placed in the machine. Now, I'm not in my normal cheery mood, in fact, to be frank I was a tad depressed: alone in a cold flat in Croydon, miles from home, in agony (have I mentioned the pain yet?) and what film am I watching in 20 minute bursts - is it a happy-go-lucky comedy there to perk me up? No, it is bloody Schindler's List, one of the most depressing films ever made. It didn't help. Not a good choice. I think I was suicidal by the time she got home that night. In she came all bubbly and cheery to find me propped up in bed tears running down my cheeks. "Oh God" she said "Is the pain that bad?", "No", I responded "It's the f***king film".