Showing posts with label My Summer with Des. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Summer with Des. Show all posts

Monday, October 13, 2025

My Summer with Des

 

1990s nostalgia made in the 1990s. 

As the film says this talks of a time before the Teletubbies.

The film opens in an idyllic Paris in 1998. A smartly dressed and  mustached Tony Morrisey basking in his memories. The film is punctuated with a  waiter performing football trick for a small French child The Seine is in view.

If Paris is idolized than so is London. This is a South London, of friendly neighbors- of Dutch football fans who you can go drinking with. Oh and Tapas bars. 

If you imagine an episode of Men Behaving Badly-with  Tony being more middle class with a touch of magical realism. Then this that is what we have here. You have John Gordon Sinclair, as a Scottish man living with Arabella Weir There is a brief discussion of Sinclair cheating with Morrisey's girlfriend. She seems awful by the way- and also seems to be an early pug enthusiast

It is  somewhat interesting as a period piece. The pubs are full of smokers. There are no cellphones, games are recorded on wall charts. I had forgotten how poor Gazza's form was before the 1996 tournament- the Dentists Chair. 

The St George fighting the Dragon in the opening ceremony, is something I had forgotten. McCoist's goal I had forgotten. I wonder if there had been a UK national team would McCoist have had Lineker's spot 

The criticism of Garry Lineker is interesting- Lineker ended his career in contention 

There is a problem with this, is that the character is too old. He is 44 something-Morrissey is 5 years younger naturally. He is also probably better looking, the writer is. So we are left with an odd story about a middle aged man lusting after a beautiful younger woman, and watching football

It feels immature, it feels twee

Des Lyman is not God. 

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