Utopia, you are standing in it!

In March 1984 the British Ska band ‘the Special AKA’ released a song titled “Free Nelson Mandela” It was written by British musician Jerry Dammers.

Dammers told Radio Times: “I knew very little about Mandela until I went to an anti-apartheid concert in London in 1983, which gave me the idea for ‘(Free)Nelson Mandela’. I never knew how much impact the song would have”

Released under the band name Special A.K.A. due to various legal wrangling occurring within the band at the time, “Free Nelson Mandela” roars, and taps into South African rhythms with pure celebratory spirit. The polar opposite of a lament such as Gabriel’s “Biko,” “Free Nelson Mandela” is one of the great protest songs of the era. However it would take another 6 years before Nelson Mandela was released from Drakenstein Correctional Centre.

On 11 January 1962, using the adopted name David Motsamayi, Mandela secretly left South…

Top Gun: Maverick (2022) Director: Joseph Kosinski

“It’s not the plane, it’s the pilot.”

Bucking the trend of recent years, 2022 was actually a pretty extraordinary year for movie-making. There were some real classics like the rebirth of the dark knight in The Batman, a gripping reimagining of Hamlet in The Northman, an arthouse meditation on the death of crumbling communities in The Banshees of Inisherin, a harrowing new German version of All Quiet on the Western Front, and the highly-anticipated sequel to Top Gun (1986), Top Gun: Maverick (2022). Emerging from what felt like an endless pandemic, Top Gun: Maverick is the film that enraptured a beleaguered public –it presents a story that is hopeful, nostalgic, triumphant, emotional, heroic, exhilerating, and aspirational. It would have been easy for Paramount to take the low road with yet another Hollywood deconstruction…

Seriously?

This is how you want to go out? A plotless, sexually-neutered piffle of a stripper movie, barely-scripted, with hardly enough “film” to fill a trailer, much less close to two hours of screen time?

No, I didn’t like it. No, it doesn’t appear that Steven Soderbergh was all that crazy about it, either. At least his lunkheaded “Logan Lucky” had a funny character or two, and was stupid enough that it dared to offend.

The third and final “Magic Mike” movie is just stupid. What “Staying Alive” is to “Saturday Night Fever,” “The Last Dance” is to the gritty, sexy, hustling beefcake that was “Magic Mike.”

If Soderbergh was a musician, we’d call this a “contractual obligation album” and shake our heads about the money we just wasted supporting his “art.”

Even Channing Tatum seems a little embarrassed by all this by the time the third act rolls around.

Hundreds of whales are being killed by the offshore wind industry, and it’s been given a license to do so, with complete impunity. Let’s call it a ‘green light’ for industrial murder.

Offshore outfits along the US Atlantic coast have clocked up something like 178 whale fatalities since construction began and their turbines first started operating back in 2016.

Among the casualties are Humpbacks, Sperm whales and the rare and endangered North Atlantic Right whale.

The whales are being deafened during the construction process, thanks to underwater sonar blasting, and the constant low-frequency noise and vibration these things generate during operation interfere with their (sonar-dependent) navigational ability.

But, as it did with rare and endangered Eagles, the wind industry has been literally granted a license to kill.

In the case of whales, they’re called an ‘Incidental Harassment Authorisation’ – an innocuous-sounding euphemism, which cleverly varnishes over the fact that the…

Hard to imagine a better life. He wrote great songs for decades, songs that have become icons, worked with a great lyricist in Hal David and a great musician who first gave breath to most of his greatest hits, Dionne Warwick.

He was also married to Angie Dickinson, one of the hottest looking actresses of the 1960’s who still looked great in the 1970’s in Police Woman as Sgt “Pepper” Anderson.

I first became aware of his music as a kid when my sister, departing on her Big OE, left me her record player and a bunch of vinyl albums, among which was Burt Bacharach’s Greatest Hits.

There was, and remains, something incredibly catchy about his swirling, orchestral melodies, which sound great just as instrumentals, the true sign of a song’s class. The next song being an example of that, with the old NZBC using a version by a…

A lady with a bone to pick about the villainous role history has assigned Richard III, thanks in large part to Wm. Shakespeare, decides she can find out where the fellow is buried.

Stephen Frears re-teams with Steve Coogan, his “Philomena” partner, for another tale of a plucky lady and her seemingly hopeless quest. Coogan co-wrote and co-stars in this one.

Harry Lloyd plays the ghost of Richard III, killed on Ambion Hill at the Battle of Bosworth Field, guilting our put-upon researcher (Sally Hawkins) into locating just where he might be buried.

IFC has this, which means we’ll get a good chance of seeing it in a cinema on this side of the pond. March is its US opening date.

If the mob are in on it, you can be sure there’s a fast and easy buck to be made, which is why Sicily’s Cosa Nostra long-ago infiltrated Italy’s wind and solar industries. No doubt, providing added valuable protection, wherever it’s needed; no doubt ensuring premium prices for an inferior product. You know, the kind of offer you just can’t refuse?

A decade ago, Matteo Messina Denaro – then the undisputed head of the Cosa Nostra – was targeted by Italian police, which seized €3.5 million in assets including bank accounts in Sicily and Lombardy; and snaffled a further €1.3 billion belonging to his associate, wind-farm and solar-power magnate Vito Nicastri. Denaro and Nicastri ran a web of companies between them, many with direct ownership of large-scale wind and solar operations.

Although he may have been rattled by that financial raid back in 2013, Denaro wasn’t about to lie down; he…