Actually no, he didn’t
say that at all. I did. I just thought it sounded better coming from him.
I recently went to the
French Institute or l’institut Français as some might say. Those ‘some’ being the Brits
who insist on making a tragic three-part drama series (one for each syllable) out
of saying the word ‘aubergine'.
Anyway, I was last at
‘l’institut’ fifteen years ago to see Au
Revoir Les Enfants. It’s set in a French boarding school that hides
Jewish boys during the German occupation - the message being that
racism doesn’t exist until it’s planted in your brain, and even then, good
people will rip it out like a weed.
In the last minutes of
the film, the young Jews are discovered by the Nazis and their certain fate is
death. As they are led away silently in front of the entire school the kindly
priest (and purveyor of Junior Weedol) who has provided refuge is taken away
too. As he turns back, he smiles lovingly at his pupils with his kind, creased eyes
as some of them sob. He pauses, about to speak, but my friend jumps in, beating
him to it and exclaims at the top of his voice “AU REVOIR LES ENFANTS!!”
I roll my eyes at the same time as the credits. He’d ruined the climax of the film with his clever-dickness. Mostly
dickness. Perhaps he’d just got carried away but he was eternally one of those
people who had to tell you how clever he was. And did always suffer from premature
ejaculation. Verbally.
How do we measure ‘clever' anyhow? IQ tests only gauge particular
types of intelligence and depend on specific cultural references. They always
have the ‘What’s next in the sequence?’ question eg. ‘Salt, tequila…’ a lot of
people would pick ‘lime’ next, but I’d be looking for the ‘be sick’ option. And as for the ‘Which is the odd one
out?’ section – racists!
Sherlock would get
Trivial Pursuit cheeses for deduction and factual knowledge but is bound to
fail on emotional intelligence which is why he is incomplete without Watson. And the programme would be vastly improved if he and others didn't reference how clever he is every fucking minute of the show. Yeah alright Narcissus, get on with it!
He would however be
popular with a quizzer friend of mine who is saddened that we carry fewer facts
in our heads these days because we can just Google them. Bloody know-it-all
computers! (Apart from when they get it wrong).
‘They’ can even beat ‘us’
at chess now. Not that I’ve ever played – the only time I have ever monitored
kings, queens, bishops, knights and commoners is watching a royal wedding.
Apparently computers win when there is a time restraint but given more time humans can still triumph. And even if we can’t, sod it, there’s always Twister.
Besides, they’re no
good with feelings, are they, those smart-arse computers? Actually a few of the
little fuckers fake it quite well nowadays by having stock responses to various
phrases.
Siri on my iphone was
quite charismatic when I experimented by telling him I was unhappy. First he
offered to tell me a joke starting ‘Two iphones walk into a bar..” (Everyone's a comedian!) And then
when I told him again he suggested listening to music and consoled me “Sadness
is a part of life, as I understand it.”
Sherlock Holmes and others better watch out, the computers are getting good at being human.
GODAMMIT!
Sherlock Holmes and others better watch out, the computers are getting good at being human.
GODAMMIT!
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