I’m glad you all enjoyed The Dig really I am. But we all like different things, no? And I think we all like different things at different times.
I also felt impatient, years ago, when watching The Girl with the Pearl Earring. This was at the cinema, and I had something else on my mind that day. In that situation I just do not have the stillness, if that is the right word, to appreciate slow things. That, of course, does not mean that they are wrong, or that I don’t understand how much other people appreciate them. I think that when my own anxiety levels are rising, I need something fast and preferably funny to get me out of that state - so Queer Eye worked well for me that night, and - as you say Ginny - Derry Girls never fails to cheer me up. How could it not?!
But just a few days before The Dig I watched the film of Carrie’s War, which is set in a small village in Wales in the early 1940s, and is at times as slow as slow - and I absolutely loved it. Similarly the fairly recent TV adaptation of Picnic at Hanging Rock is very slow, with lots of Looks - I thought it was brilliant, and was irritated by the people I knew who immediacy wrote it off because it wasn’t the same as the old film. It wasn’t supposed to be. Natalie Portman was superb.
As I mentioned last night, I finished Unorthodox - watched two episodes back to back (which made for a very late night by my standards) as I just could not wait to see what happened. I think episode 4 was even better than the first three. The acting was simply superlative. Shira Haas as Esty was perfect throughout, but as I said, I was equally impressed with Amit Rahev as her young, inexperienced husband Yanky - in the final scenes we really saw his suffering too, as he tried to reconcile his devotion to his extreme version of a faith in which he had grown up with his love for this woman who had decided it was not for her. One of the many things I liked about this series is that it was not one-sided. Whilst it was, of course, primarily about Esty, even she did not see things in black and white. And she did not, I think, renounce her faith, just the exceptionally strict interpretation of it by the community in which she grew up.
My daughter-in-law is going to lend me a book she has read, The Marrying of Chani Kaufman, about the Orthodox community in Golders Green, North London. She said Unorthodox sounds similar.
I find the best cure for my own anxious or tetchy feelings is to get out and walk. I know I am extremely lucky in having so many beautiful places to do just that. This week our weather has improved so much, after weeks and weeks of snow and ice, that I have been able to walk at Castle Fraser (National Trust estate), Dunecht House (vast private estate) and today along the Dee with a friend. It’s been a glorious spring day, we saw so many snowdrops and crocuses, and there were little birds flitting about everywhere.
I shout at the television all the time. What’s worse is when I start shouting at, or even disagreeing out loud with, podcasts and downloaded radio programmes when I am out walking. If someone suddenly hoves into view, I have to pretend I am on the phone.... There is one book podcast in particular on which one of the two presenters drives me round the bed. I usually broadly agree with his views, but unfortunately he delivers them in such a patronising, mansplainy way that I am constantly yelling ’oh for goodness sake!’ Or ‘I suppose you think you’re clever?’ as I wander along the lanes. Or if they can’t remember an author’s name and I can, I am of course shouting ‘It’s (name) you idiots!’
Oh well, small pleasures.