#Frigging in the rigging#
I went to see Master And Commander: The Far Side Of The World on Thursday - I'd been suffocating within my head a bit, and needed some escapism. It paid back in droves - a very good film indeed. Once again Russell Crowe managed to overcome the extreme personal dislike I hold for the man, and put in another spell-binding performance.
Though pretty much all of the film's action centred on the one boat, the whole film felt majestic and expansive. The visuals, and especially the sound, put the audience right there amongst the crew on that ship, the worries of the 21st Century very much replaced by the fear and exhileration of life on a naval vessel. You ended up knowing this ship.
It was educational, too, sort of. The film swelled with interesting little details (I now know why speed is measured in "knots" - something that I've always wondered but never bothered to find out.)
But most of all, it had a parrot, some top boat-on-boat carnage, plus a Hobbit looking like Rod Hull - what more could you ask for?