Football, football, football

watched some the African Cup of Nations this evening. Although the second strings of both Cuinea and Tunisia were playing, the game was entertaining enough, but marred by a lack of tactical acumen (or should that be cynicism employed by European and South American teams). Then I happened upon this report from the BBC, suggesting that World Cup fever has slightly influenced the choice of films at this year's Berlinale. The final part of this post is unrelated to football. I watched Passer's Intimate Lighting, a classic (if somewhat short) piece of Czech New Wave film making. The essay on the site explains it far better than I ever could, but this film has an effortless charm. I know nothing about life in the Bohemian countryside, yet the gentle Chekhovian humour at work subtly contrasting the lives of the protagonists cannot fail to draw you in.