O Lord what a violent world we live in, even in our fiction. Scandicrime has had a hold on our family reading and viewing for some time so that it was inevitable that we would head for the 'Pea Flit' for a screening of the Headhunter based on a Jo Nesbo 'thriller' at some point. I don't want to give too much away but was struck by the filmic cracker of the 'hero' caught with his gun in his kecks and a crazed, spurned, woman of murderous intent wielding the biggest, sharpest, kitchen knife it is legal to posses. She is clearly set on performing butchery on his carcass without the benefit of death, initially. Of course, he sticks his hand down his pants produces what looks like a pretty deadly erection and just manages to kill his assailant before she plunges the samurai Sabatier into his heart. Needless to say, she ends up dead sprawled on top of him in a somewhat suggestive position.
There was a clear teeing up of the line:-
There's a gun in my pants and I'm not pleased to see you!
The moment passed.
How pleasant after this to return home, the fire out, the kettle boiling and a good prawn curry cooked to perfection by Lady BP.
We also had the joy, later, of watching death in much warmer climes with Inspector Montepulciano - based on the
Andrea Camilleri series.
All good stuff!
