Sweet Summer Things…(Pt.1)

 

 

Finally dispelling rumours that it had been extinguished long ago, the sun beats down once again, coaxing beads of sweat to stand out upon even the coolest of brows, leaving damp, patchy designs on our shirts where once they were plain. The waiting ache is over (perhaps). Summer has come at last (perhaps). Ice creams melt again and seem actually a reasonable option rather than a totally hopeless fad. People smile at one another and you find yourself becoming the sort of person that actually says to someone: Nice weather we’re having – you’ve become genteel; you’ve turned into your friend’s dad.

However, if for some reason you are allergic to Vitamin D, are pale and peachy, or just vampiric, then perhaps skipping in the swelter is not for you. Perhaps, unlike the masses (fools, all) you prefer to bask indoors – bask in the shade of your room. Some may mock you and attempt by cunning means to lure you out into the withering heat. Offers of outings to the beach (annoying sand, sea sounds and bap-pinching gulls); offers of boating on the lake (danger: drowning, holes, debris, friends with oars); offers of barbecues in the garden (animals sizzling – not unlike yourself – flying ants, children) – you do well to side-step these. Instead, you lounge in the dungeon of your curtained room, peering out occasionally to find – curse it – the sun. How long will it be before your numbers multiply? Before Brits everywhere will be grumbling about the blasted heat, recoiling from the light and scurrying back to the cool of their rooms?

Well, now that we all agree on the perils of nature, how are we to spend this summer of ours? Behind closed doors in the comfort of The Things We Know – our sofa, our fridge stocked with cold drinks, a cocktail shaker sitting cheekily on the side, our TV and – yes – our precious, precious DVD player.

Some sweet summer things are best enjoyed indoors. A few suggestions:

La Piscine (1969)

Because you know if you actually dragged yourself to a real swimming pool, all you’d do is watch all the fit, healthy and beautiful people swim whilst you just do the lengths in your mind…

starring Alain Delon and Romy Schneider, Jacques Deray’s classic thriller, about a love triangle that heads for disaster, is set in sun-drenched St. Moritz. Think how lucky you are not to be lying beneath a giant palm where, at any moment, your unfortunate life may be ended by a falling coconut. It happens all the time. You’re definitely better off indoors…

Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DBsqqYyPn7M

Last Summer Of La Boyita (2009)

Childhood romance develops over the course of  a summer holiday between Jorgelina and Mario. Poignant and beautifully shot, the film is reminiscent of XXY and Tomboy for its open depiction of inter-sexuality.

Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z-4_CAMLYQQ

Pat Garrett and Billy The Kid (1973)

Because nothing says summer like being hunted down by a sheriff who used to be your best friend, hiding out in a Mexican hacienda and shoot-outs over the dusty sierra. Come on, we’ve all had summers like that. Let’s remember together… Directed by Sam Peckinpah and starring Kris Kristofferson, James Coburn and with a fantastic soundtrack by Bob Dylan, who also features in the film.

Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_CcadC-S8-E

Summer Things (2002)

The British poster for this film is much more summery:

A very dysfunctional family in Paris go to Le Touquet for summer, as do their extremely wealthy neighbours. One set is living it up, the other is roughing it in a campsite – the two families collide with amusing results.

Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a6JPxaMf5G8

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