(Your view may vary).
Okay, we are back to picking holes in the plot of "Where Eagles Dare" - and for all that title, we never see even ONE eagle let alone the many eagles that necessitate a plural -
"You pickin' on me again, Conrad?" |
Okay, so the whole romp is an incredibly elaborate sting operation, dreamt up in order to root out the traitor at the very top of British Intelligence - except they already know who that traitor is. Art?
Colonel Traitorous Turner! |
Here an aside. Did the makers of WED consciously decide that the aircrews of Perfidious Albion were utterly expendable cannon-fodder? Recall, if you will, the crashed Mosquito that began the whole shemozzle - no mention of what happened to the aircrew there. If Traitor Turner had managed to kill the three surviving members of our crack Alpine rescue squad, what then? He'd have to kill the pilot and co-pilot, too. How's he going to explain that away? "O they're just aircrew, nobody bothers about what happens to aircrew," is a bit thin.
NONE OF THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENS! |
I believe, jumping wildly from one subject to another, that Coleen Rooney, whom nobody can claim is an intellectual ball of fire, managed to set up an information trap that revealed who had been selling lies about her to the yellow press. All Rolland had to do is something similar involving Traitor Turner; send out a bit of tailored guff about an amphibious assault on Nether Hampstead and see who bites.
Target for tonight: Nether Hampstead |
The Fetishisation Of Numbers
Gosh, that sounds heavy and serious. Because it is. If you are not interested in TANK or statistics I shall graciously allow you to move on, though only this once.
Okay, you may recall me banging on about Michael Wittman, the Nazi tank ace who proved to be not very ace at all, and very mortal. He had amassed an enormous number of kills on the Eastern Front, which is where we run into trouble.
A most excellent blog |
Gosh, Nazis lying about the facts! Who could possibly have seen that coming!
Back to Witters. He was feted as a heroic war-winner because he'd knocked out X number of Allied tanks; the Nazis loved them some numbers. As James Holland pointed out in "Normandy 44", they promoted aces of all descriptions, with accounts of how many planes shot down, ships sunk or tanks knocked out. Numbers, numbers, numbers. And the metal steeds like Witters' Tiger were also hailed as war-winning wonder-wagons. Art?
Big! Scary! Unreliable! |
Oh, that crack about Sherman's being known as "Ronsons", after the lighter? Urban legend, since the Ronson lighter in question didn't come out until after the Second Unpleasantness**.
WRONG! |
You'll have to allow me a minute here, as I've merely written "Films" in my notebook for a couple of weeks, which means going back to when I actually itemised them.
Don't forget our rules: 1) We make it up as we go along and 2) We generalise wildly based on titles alone, except I may go beyond this because I've seen some trailers preceding "Ad Astra".
"Judy": Judy who? Is that a first name or a surname? Why should I care?
A possibility. Okay, a slim one, but one all the same |
Some might. |
Real Gemini men |
Oldie not goldie |
And with that, we are done!
* Okay, so it's daylight and they're really a pair of mopeds. Poetic licence.
** I bet Neil Moran a.k.a. The Chieftain has a few words to say on this
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