Centurion

Centurion
This came out at around about the same time as Kevin MacDonald’s “The Eagle”, based on the same historic incident, the disappearance of Rome’s 9th Legion in what is now Scotland. Nothing is known of the circumstances of their demise, so Director Neil Marshall has free rein to interpret the event. Yet the plot elements bear some similarities with MacDonald’s interpretation. Marshall is best known for his horror films “Dog Soldiers” and “The Descent”, so unsurprisingly the rawness and gore of ancient living and battle is of particular interest to him. No battle scene is complete without graphic gouging, decapitation and limb severance.

The Scottish countryside provides a magnificent visual backcloth to the film and the opening Pict assault on the Roman outpost is visceral and sets the standard for the subsequent battle scenes. The sole survivor, Quintus Dias(Michael Fassbender) then joins the 9th Legion to put down the Pict Rebellion only to suffer the Legion itself being all but wiped out in the stand-out scene of the film, a Pict ambush in a wooded valley. They are led into the ambush by a treacherous female Pict scout, Etain. However the dramatic impact of her role is limited by the fact that she is mute, having had her tongue ripped out by the Romans .

A handful of Romans survive the ambush and learn that their General has been captured by the Picts which provides the pretext for an attack on the Pict camp. But they fail to free the general, murdering the Pict leaders son in the process which unsurprisingly has the Picts hunting them down with Etain in the lead. Two elements hinder this film, as they did “The Eagle”. The Pictish language is sub-titled which restricts how much you can include for character development (which is negligible on the Pict side) and secondly an open landscape with overwhelming odds in favour of the Picts restrict dramatic tension considerably.

The film is almost entirely plot driven, with very little characterisation. This is a shame because when it does draw breath, when Dias and his men find shelter and support from a Witch, the story takes on a welcome extra dimension and it provides a satisfying coda to the plot. Overall, “Centurion” was not that well received by the critics. Apart from the ambush scene, it lacks the grand epic quality of “Gladiator” and the story is scarcely enough for 97 minutes. Michael Mann’s interpretation of “Last of the Mohicans” set a modern day standard of “heroes on the run in the wilderness” which all subsequent pretenders find hard to beat. But what it does do, it does well, bloody combat scenes. And these are sufficiently well done, and frequent enough to make it enjoyable enough .

The head to head comparisons with “The Eagle” are interesting. “The Eagle’s” opening scene and fort assault are better, and the use of a local slave as a guide whose loyalties are in doubt far better handled as a story. But once it gets going “Centurion” is far stronger as the legion marches north, and the set piece battle wins hands down. “The Eagle” is stronger in the Pictsish camp, but the “Centurion” wins in the final pursuit with a more satisfying ending.

Because so little is known about British history other than from Roman sources historical accuracy is not an important factor, but a plot problem is. The Romans are the invaders and when the heroes are the ruthless aggressors an audiences sympathy, especially in the united Kingdom, will be at best divided. Combine this with sketchy character development and you have a story which should be enough to satisfy the “blood and splat” enthusiasts, but disappoint those hoping for a little more.

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Participants’ Sites

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To Whom it May Concern #28

(Upon the occasion of Godrej and Boyce of Mumbai announcing the closure of the world’s last remaining typewriter factory- 27/4/11)

And so the typewriter is no more
No longer will paper yield to the imprint of keys
It’s carriage has passed the point of no return

A Tippex bottle will forever remain unopened
New lines will no longer be celebrated by a ring
Nor pressing correspondence be accompanied by machine gun rattle

The pool lies empty
A lineage of Olivetti, Imperial at an end
But 134 years have left an indelible impression

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Miss Perfect #27

Her wardrobe was perfectly arranged
Clothes precisely by colour and type
Material shape size and season
Crisp fresh and so lovingly laundered
At the bottom shoes ascended in
A triumph of organisation.

From lowly sensible flats
Up to dizzying high heels
Fine delicate straps neatly
Clasped, sandals mules courts and T’s
In dazzling symmetry

I threw my clothes down to the floor.

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Chance Meeting #26

Her freshly coiffured hair
Stopped me in mid pace
Perfect make –up, flawless face

Her skirt sat crisply upon her hips,
Her blouse floated gently down
Her shapely legs swished, smooth, sharp and sheer

And I thought that I saw a strap, thin and taut
Perhaps a bow, I am not sure
And a glimpse of lace, momentarily, then gone.

It was a back zip you know, with button fastening
And a kick split
It finished just above the knee

But the crowd engulfed her
In a sea of grey
Until the next day

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Fresh Toast #25

White or brown
Granary or wholemeal
Crust or slice

Toasted or grilled
Light or browned
Maybe rotary

Jam or marmalade
Butter or marge
Sometimes honey

Whose heady aroma
And sweet taste
Overwhelms

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The Waiting

They sit on my bedroom table
Upon my bookshelves
In the loft
Boxed in my garage

A few part read
Some cursorily considered
Others not even opened
Quite silent

In supine acquiescence
They wait
For curiosity or chance
To end their slumber

Purchases that once seemed wise
Well intended gifts
Chance acquisitions
Flat in supplication.

Words unspoken, ideas untested
Stories untold, all unaired
Victims of my caprice
Or subsequent indifference

Classics, Biographies
Bog books, pulp fiction
Histories all lie victim to my
Ephemeral whim

And yet sometimes
Isn’t the wait, the expectation
The choice
Quite delicious?

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The Easter Egg #23

Small medium or large
Their allure is the same
Oval, hollow, wrapped

Succulent satisfying chocolate
Best slightly cold
Not sticky

The halves can be stuck firm
Denying burgeoning desires
And the first bite

On the inside perhaps
A further treat
Mysterious delight

Sweet Easter gift
Gratefully received
Best before breakfast

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Reflections on a Tidy -Up #22

Reflections on a Tidy -Up Prior to a
Wife’s Return from a Few Days Away

The Hoover leaves tram marks
Like a freshly mown lawn.
That nozzle attachment is really useful
On stair treads,
Grazing with the persistence
Of an elephant’s trunk.

Toilet bowls are surprisingly dirty
When you look close up,
Are there really that many different types of hair?

A grill that has caught fire
When cooking bacon is left unattended
Is astonishingly sooty
Stainless steel kitchen sinks aren’t
Worktops can change colour when wiped
But you just know that there is something you have missed.

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The Counterfeit Stones

I went to see the Counterfeit Stones last night at the Robin in Bilston. The Robin itself is a great music venue.It holds 800, all standing, two bars, and a mecca for the musical cogniscenti. I’m not a huge fan of tribute bands, but these have a reputation as being one of the best around, and a Saturday night gig with what would certainly be a large and enthusiastic crowd semed like a good idea – and so it proved.

Although I wasn’t a teenager till the 70’s the Stones and the Beatles were omnipresent culturally and on the radio. I favoured the Stones over the Beatles, and still do, although the merits of the Kinks and the Beach Boys are more keenly appreciated by me now than they were then.

I have seen the Rolling Stones live, but it wasn’t a satisfactory experience, at Don Valley Sheffield, in the late 90’s. I was at one end of the Athletics Stadium, they were at the other. I have never been a fan of Stadium Rock, and haven’t been to a Stadium Gig since.It all struck me like a bombastic pantomime with tinny sounding music and the antithesis of rock n roll , best heard in small clubs – which brings us back to the Robin.

The first half of the show was 50 minutes of mid sixties hits, and was a reminder of how good the Stones were in this period. Short sharp inventive songs. It was pure nostalgic heaven, with “(Hey, You) Get off of my Cloud” an unexpected highlight. The second half was devoted largely to 70’s material, with “Start me Up” ( a dreadfully over rated song)from 1981 being the “latest offering”, itself now 30 years old! Including the likes of the horrible “Miss You”, this half did not fare as well as the first half. This was exacerbated by a 20 minute interval to allow the band to change costumes which took the energy out of a tremendous opening. Neil Young can stretch out “Cowgirl in the sand” to 50 minutes!

Yet that is by comparison only. The songs were all faithfully recreated and affectionately played with some hugely enjoyable humour from lead singer “Nick Dagger” to help things along the way. “Street Fighting Man” and “The Last Time” were an absolute joy. Would I go to see them again? Of course I would.

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