A few days ago I read that Iowa has up to 20% of power production from wind. This done by farmers realizing that they could make a reasonable return on investment. They are the correct group to price such an investment too since they routinely make such investment decisions with their machinery. 20% is huge, the usual is about 5% at the upper end but more likely 3%. Denmark is the only place that is above at about 25%. But they have huge subventions. Their producers get a grant to build the turbines, then they get a top up on the bill and a tax relief on the sales tax. Of course in Europe it is harder to price since the government tax&duty on oil or gas can amount to 75% depending on the jurisdiction. So much so that when we hear friends and family from the USA moaning about the price of gas/petrol at the pumps we instantly get depressed since ours is twice and a bit more.
The new computer is going a storm. I did a re-jig of my wires and put the tiny tower in a semi hidden nook. It’s been a bit hard to get used to hole left by what was a fixture in the room. Now all I have on the desk is the screen, landline and the usual pens and crap. I hardly know myself.
In that vein. the new computer shipped with a DVD player. But it’s the usual Dell sleight of hand. Yes they ship a DVD player but it’s the basic version so you have to buy the upgrade and worse, it freezes. So I was truly delighted that the MS windows media player works well. Anyhoos, I debuted a DVD I got in Tesco’s for €5. The Way with Martin Sheen by his son Emilio Estevez.
The film is one of those that will run and run. And it will make more 15 years from now than today. It’s one of those that will make you blink for it zones in on a tragedy but lifts it and makes something sublime from it. It begins a bit thin. Perhaps intentionally so. It could be Estevez wanted the shallowness Tom’s (Sheen) life. Going to work, playing golf with friends that were only fairway friends. We only see a glimpse of the real man when he gets a call about the death of his son while playing a golf. But it reverts back to the slack thin shallowness for the next 25 mins. In this 25 mins Tom arrives to France, identifies his son, watches him burn in a crematorium and decides to walk the Camino to Santiago. Through all the high emotion of these mins there is nothing coming off the actors. It isn’t until he is resting on a bridge and his backpack falls 60ft into a swiftly running river with the silver box full of the sons ashes that you realize what went before was a brilliant bit of direction by Estevez. You simply couldn’t sustain that emotion of the earlier sections and keep turning up the heat. Something would break. It was at that point I stopped wondering about the thinness for it’s actually a good, very good bit of acting and directing. This film was made on a shoestring but it doesn’t feel that way. But to repeat, I believe it will become a Christmas film in about five years and a good fallback film for a home library. I would give it 4**** for it allows the viewer in that old way to become part of the story by using their own emotions to fill what’s behind when the actors are blank or over funny. It would sit well beside Schindler List. Beside, yes, but not the same. It isn’t as immediate, for like any good play you pick up bits days after watching.
If Oscar Pistorius was fully able-bodied and drilled shots through a bathroom door and into his girlfriend would we be as confused.