happy 70th post, moths of boredom

Over Christmas, my mum (who has just joined one of those online video rental things that lorc has been raving about) asked me what films I'd like to see. I thought for a minute, and said "Polanski's Macbeth", which I remembered loving when I was a GCSE student. Typically, the film didn't turn up for two weeks, which was- you've guessed it- the day I had to go back to Norwich. So my chance to engage with a fragment of my educational past was delayed. Now, however (fingers crossed) I've ordered the same movie for a fiver from Amazon. Within five days I will be able to see:

- a very young Keith Chegwin riding a horse
- Francesca Annis pretending to be mad and walking around naked
- the bit my teacher kept on freeze-framing where the guy gets an arrow stuck in his head
- the bit where MacDuff chops off MacBeth's head
- the cynical ending where Donalbain goes to the witches
- the weird merkins that the witches wear

What I actually mean is that I think I'll see these things, because I'm not altogether sure that any of them were actually in the film.

Jx