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[Diesel]

Originally Posted by delboy

bergman was good but didnt invent phrases such as 'dry slap' and 'double yoker' and didn't go round calling people 'pilchards' and 'doughnuts'. come to think of it he didnt wear a trilby or present runaround...

It's a fair cop...

[delboy]

or sell dodgy used cars the sign of a true legend

[Diesel]

Originally Posted by delboy

or sell dodgy used cars the sign of a true legend

Well, that's my legendary status covered then!

...and not for my ham-fisted guitar playing either.

Ah!, those days in the Motor Trade - Frank Butcher could have been modelled on my old boss, a guy who actually used the following cliches...

"Cutting me own 'froat here..."

"Me old muvvah wanted this one..."

"I'm, cutting me 'ands off, cutting me 'ands off, I am"

Big Jim - what a guy!

[lepeep]

my stag do 7 years ago now...me n me old china plates went out on the ran dan as frank...some looked like inspector clesaue, some looked like arthur daley...some looke dlike frank, but on the whole, we all looked like pricks, having fun.

Oi, Winkle, Geuuuuurrrrchaaaa

Originally Posted by Diesel

...unless he was the guy who played Wilmot-Brown (Wilmohhht-Braaaaaahn) in Eastender, of course.

Ah, I'm with you now. In that case, I'd say Bergman's finest work was The Dagmar.

[Murrr]

Didn't he just recently finish filming a reality TV show in Gardenstown with Malcolm McLaren and the blonde one from Hearsay? Or did I just imagine that?

RIP Frank!

Originally Posted by Steven Dedalus

I feel amazed and saddened that the death of Frank butcher provokes such a response, but Ingmar Bergman's demise hardly warrants a mention. I know Eastenders is very depressing, but it's got nothing on Bergman.

Let's sit back and see what response Antonioni's death gets.

(Yes, Antonioni was the guy who ran the caff for a while in the late 80s, Eastenders fans.)

It must be the season for all this kind of thing. It's kind of weird that the two of them die at almost exactly the same time. It's almost as if they saw the state of the film industry and thought, "Well, I guess there's nothing left for me to do anymore. May as well die."

Almost compelled to dig out 'Blow Up' and give it a scan.


Probably won't, though.

I've heard legendary film directors die in threes.

Michael Winner is shitting himself.

You've just stole the show, sir!