Cartheft Warehouse

Today I ate bread made from apples and tapioca. Tomorrow I'll eat bread made by a company set up by Terence Stamp. Interesting man. He was good in The Hit, with John Hurt. Another interesting, leather faced English actor.

It's reassuring that there's a place for existential rough diamonds in this world. Anyway, Terence Stamp... he's a coeliac . I remember seeing footage of him when he was on something like Wogan {80's knee-touching Chatshow hoast}, and he was painfully slow in his response to questions - tranqued to the eyeballs apparently.

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Terence Stamp had a brush with Fourth Way philosophy - that might explain his intense 'not quite all-thereness'. He played a Russian Prince in that film about Mr Gurdjieff.. It's one of those films that are really compelling, and yet nothing actually seems to happen. David Lynch made a whole career out of them. Although I quite liked Twin Peaks.

Saw Midnight Express again recently. John Hurt plays folk-guru-playwright Jay Brierley. Another leather-faced Brit / Fourth Way film. There should be a genré devoted to leather-faced upper-class Brits / obscure psychological-philosophical movements.

In The Hit, Stamp plays a reformed mockney gangster who becomes oddly philosophical in his retirement years. So there's another one.

'iF....' and 'O' Lucky Man!' with Malcolm McDowell. More of the same. Anarchy. Probably a bit nihilistic.

The Prisoner: Patrick McGoohan / existentialism / anarchy.

Rasputin: Alan Rickman . Clairvoyance and Politics.

Kafka: Richard E. Grant / Ralph Fiennes. Existential Dread...

But what to call this genre? BritPhil? Cinema Britphil?

Rollo Kim