Mrs JC and I decided to go see 'Living Apart Together' last night in the Dundee Film Theatre - described in the brochure as a 'charming 1980s comedy ....undergone a loving restoration...bittersweet take on relationships... a captivating insight into how our actions affect the people we love' - total hogwash. First I declare an alterior motive. In '83 we both got a couple of days extra work on this film and neither of us recalled seeing it, so we wanted to see if there was a glimpse of us in a backshot in a pub...Madame JC did indeed have the camera linger on her 1983 self in an old pub near Govan and very shifty she looked and pretty lovely too...I was nowhere to be seen.
But we did have a few points at old long lost pals and not-pals and locations well known to us. However, and I should say here that B A Robertson was the star, it was in that classic mould of 'there's a couple of hours of our lives we're not getting back!' It reminded us of what a horrible smarm Robertson was - the acting was non-existent - Pete Capaldi was in there looking like a total dweeb, Jimmy Logan wandering about wondering what was going on...it was unpleasantly sexist and story free. Worst of all we had to endure 'original music from the satirical post punk Robertson'...

We laughed all the way back over the hill from Dundee - PANTS! PANTS! PANTS!




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