Our older readers will know exactly what a B Movie was/is. It has now gained the title of “straight to video” and both are appropriate articulations of a cheap film with a virtually unknown cast, no penny knowingly overspent on scenery and “on location” entailing a short trip to Martha’s Vineyard or Brighton beach depending if it’s one of “ours” or one of “theirs”.
Quite a few rising stars started off in this fashion, ones that come quickly to mind include:
- Marilyn Monroe in Home Town Shy – she had two lines in her own life story before moving on to Scudder Hoo! Scudder Hey! before attracting a modicum of attention with Right Cross and Let’s Make Love before hitting the Hollywood Jackpot with The Seven Year Itch.
- Good ole Ronnie Reagan was in several crackers of the genre. Love is on the Air led to Brother Rat and that in turn saw him paired with wife-to-be Jane Wyman. Both were cornerstones of the genre. They made the utterly cringeworthy Bedtime for Bonzo together while Jane was a veteran of Tugboat Annie Sails Again. When they split he married Nancy Davis, another confirmed B-lister who at one point travelled with Reagan everywhere.
- The practice continues to this very day with two of my favourite actors, Johnny Depp and Simon Pegg, deliberating creating a couple of films for that specific market at the time. I can’t remember the titles right now but copies flew off the shelves in both cases.
Already it should be seen that a pattern is emerging here. Rising stars “working hard” in the casting areas have long given Hollywood notoriety, and that applied to the boys as well as the girls. Interviews with James Dean and Don Johnson show that laissez-faire applied to both the sexes as well as those who like to change their preferences now and again.
For every Errol Flynn there was a Marlene Dietrich and for every Diana Dors there was a Lindsay Kemp. Coming out in the East End of London in the late 70s/early 80s must have been intensely difficult for young people then, even ending in violence on several occasions and rarely reported to Police.
But returning to Norwich City as I must, this season has been one long B Movie with the blame for our shortcomings equally attached to the owner/directors, directors. producers and cast. On a boring November morning, what could be better than casting blame on the punters who were supposed to be true Savoyards, shovelling up every bit of sh1te chucked at them by the owner/directors and at one stage even a producer and the movie accountant, both who should have both known much, much better.
The fact that given a fair wind, we could still make the playoffs has not escaped me but my hope that we don’t get promoted at the end of the season is getting more and more entrenched by the day.
There is no money and this squad would be an embarrassment to the Club, its supporters and everybody who is connected with it should this happen.
A little hard-core of MFW readers were quickly firing small-calibre warnings when Mark Attanasio strolled by, seemingly being exactly the kind of person Delia wanted*** to slowly buy more and more shares in the Club. I reiterated my concerns over this soon after the Millwall piece and in the last couple of days the rest of the Posse have said their bit, as have both John and John F.
And yesterday up comes Gary G with a similar line in his article and a suitable comment from Chris backing our thoughts to the hilt:
It’s not a military coup, a one-man tactical dissertation on the game or anything more than a bunch of geezers saying what they think, but I reckon that’s mighty important right now as there is an across-the-board consistency on view here, which is certainly not visible on the grass.
“It’s becoming increasingly obvious that the whole setup is flawed and without a seismic shift in the ethos and ambition of the club this decline will just continue. There are far too many individuals coasting along, doing the bare minimum without fear of sanction or any comeback. The easy Costa del Colney attitude has returned with a vengeance and it seeps down from the total lack of direction, leadership and oversight from the very top.
“It’s not good enough. Given that the season is dying a painful death it’s an opportune time for the club to break cover and tell the support exactly what is happening behind the scenes viz-a-viz the share issue and possible new direction. We all need a lift and the hope of a better future would be a fillip.”
And here’s an extract from a comment courtesy of John F: “As long as Delia remains in charge we are likely to sink lower rather than achieve Premiership status as she simply cannot afford to fund a club at this level. Self-funding is a none-too-funny joke and once again at ticket renewal time, we were fed the new share issue to delude us into believing new owners and hopefully fresh finance was coming.
“Since I renewed my season ticket news about the share issue has gone very quiet. I’m starting to once again feel that I’ve been mugged.”
*** That’s right, Delia wanted. Bugger the rest of us, it’s what Delia wants that counts. She will never realise she is using us to cling on to any dwindling celebrity status she still enjoys and how she has recklessly sucked the life from the Club for very nearly a quarter of a century now.
Oh yeah, it’s Stoke on Saturday and I bet Alex Neil is already rubbing his hands with ill-concealed glee.
I’ll leave you with this as a reminder of the last time I knowingly watched a B-movie: