Film: Computer Chess
Running Time: Mercifully brief, however that did not prevent back pain of epic proportions only matched by the dreaded nervy headache, present for the film’s duration, which was slightly distracting. Incredibly distracting in fact. I blame the seats. It definitely was not my fault.
Protagonist’s Myeloma Survival: 10 years +. In a story about computer programmers developing the ultimate game of chess in 1980, anybody could be sitting there tap, tapping away, not knowing that their bones were wasting away into their blood. As the film was set in the ‘olden days’, any myeloma sufferer would be passing just a few years later. Shame that. I guess however, were it not for persistent nerdy types, with limited people skills and a taste for drugs, the average lifespan of the myeloma sufferer would not have risen to 10 years now, would it? Not that one should be looking at what happened behind the scenes, but this improvised piece, could have been designed by somebody on thalidomide.
Fellow Audience: Damp. The rain yesterday afternoon was committed. Types. Mumblecore esque movies collect types. I obviously, do not fall into this bracket of which I speak. As the introducer said, “you’re at the ICA on a damp Friday afternoon and you are about to see a film called Computer Chess, you know what you are getting yourselves in for.” He was correct.
Trivia: The producer of the film appeared to be having The Hot Flush of to flushes. He had my sympathy. I had one in there and I was wearing pleather.
Tired Rating: Rockin’ rollin’, full of beans though somewhat perplexed by the nervy headache, which is bound to be a brain tumour. Intent on ignoring the brain tumour, to make my third film of the day.
