Tuesday 25 May to Friday 28 May
and
Monday 31 May to Thursday 3 June

8pm
Upper Common Room, University of Canterbury Students’ Association Building, 90 Ilam Road.

Tickets $5

At last, a film that resolves the vexed question of what to call the monster created by Frankenstein. It suggests that the monster would likely consider Victor Frankenstein, as the one who gave him life, to be his father and refer to him as such. It would then follow the monster can be considered to be an adoptive member of the Frankenstein family. Therefore, it’s entirely correct to call him Frankenstein. Even the phrase “Don’t go in there or a Frankenstein will get you” is nominally correct. Brilliant. It’s as clever as the remarkable “there were only nine years in the first decade” solution to dispute over what year the twentieth century ended on.

Apart from this flash of creative genius, the film was an amusing pastiche marred by hopeless pacing and inadequate dialogue. But the opening sequence was very fine. CGI effects look much better in black and white, and it was a shame they didn’t stay with that for the rest of it.

First you have to paint one side of the bookshelf. Then you have to wait for it to dry so you can turn it over. Then you have to paint the other side. Then you sand it down, turn it over, and sand some more. Then you paint one side of the bookshelf. Then you wait for it to dry and paint the other side. Then you check whether any more bits need painting, and they always do. Then you have to paint the shelves, which is much the same process only fiddlier. That’s how it is when you’re painting bookshelves.

I went down to the Square on Saturday with a couple of thousand other people to say that racism is bad. There were some other people there to say that racism is good, but there were only about twelve of them. So we felt the point had been pretty clearly made, and we had some speeches to say how much we like living in our town when people aren’t being racist. Then we all sang the national anthem and went home.