Bill Douglas Trilogy
Sat up, my son must have been 3 months old. He and his mum were in bed. I nearly put the TV off, before i saw a documentary detailing Bill Douglas's career. It was a scene from My Childhood.

10 seconds of what looked like a painting that was a film, later, i was reeling.

I simply must see this film...the rest of the documentary was excellent. i had never heard of him and his tragic, unfullfilled life. Dying at 54 with the cancer.

Then it was finished and the monotoned presenter declared that yes indeed, My Childhood would follow after the adverts.

I was buzzing. I reached for the bong and smoked the bit i had been saving and proceeded to melt away in it's unflinching dreamscape.

The whole childhood/fatherhood thing was beginning to settle and assemble in my own head. it was a minor epiphany.

i was doing a media course at the time and raved at the head of dept about the trilogy and bill douglas and he was very impressed as he was a life long fan as well. As an aside, i lent him the first two parts on a vhs video that he lost and in a fit of guilt he gave a cracking manfrotto tripod that was heavy as fuck, a proper video camera tripod, that i sold for £70.

proper scottish bleakness. the only sort.

but they films are filled with so much hope and escape and moments of undiluted joy.

And as if by magic, has received a worthy DVD release. Great extras, nice transfers. Good mdma material, i imagine.

www.dvdoutsider.co.uk/dvd/reviews/b/bill_douglas_trilogy.html
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Fri 18 Jul 2008, 5:00, Reply)